#please send more please please ple- | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

nashdoesstuff · 5 months ago

Text

crest RAMBLES because i’m so normal about him <- i am regular

okay so. first and foremost crest is my take on nicemare. because i don’t really like a lot of interpretations of nicemare,, that’s just my opinion, though— i don’t like them much really but i do think they have potential!! so i gave it a shot and crescent is the result of that.

here he is!! my goober ever <3

second. he and his sister [celeste] were born in around the late 1550s. no specific birthdate [yet] but they were born in that decade. crest stood by the tree as per usual, defending nim’s new form as best he could, even if it didn’t go to plan sometimes.

during the apple incident, he only ate around half of the apples on the tree before the villagers started attacking him, so a lot of them were left to roam the universe after crest fled. celeste was put into stone with a spell after crest finished killing every villager, mostly because he was scared of hurting her with the new magic that had overcome him and that was beyond his control at the time.

he was. very sick. throughout the first year of his corruption. in this multiverse the apples make their consumer feel sick and nauseous, alongside other side affects. these can last or worsen, depending on how many apples are consumed. in crest’s case, since they were around 500, he was sick for several months, staying in one universe and mourning what he presumed was the loss of his sister, and the actual loss of his mother, whom he killed accidentally. due to the fact he never consumed every apple, “passive’s” soul was not lost, and crescent still controls his own body. his corruption only controls his body when crescent is angrier or influenced by surrounding negative energy. this can be best shown through crest’s eyelight— which typically is blue and purple [this is also known as crest’s ‘neutral’ state.] when it is entirely violet, crescent is usually showing genuine, strong positive emotions, or experiencing sadness, fear, or likewise. when his eyelight is entirely blue/cyan, his corruption has the majority of the control, and crest has a lack of sympathy. fortunately, entire corruption rarely ever occurs, only in situations of anger or extreme negativity.

he travelled the multiverse young, and stood in one universe for the rest of his childhood until he decided to travel again. he stood in another universe after falling in love with someone for some 20+ years, leaving a month after said lover’s death. after that occurred, he began to live loosely, only staying in a universe for at most a week or two before departing once again. this changed in the 1800s when he found an abandoned castle and called it his home.

his sister awoke from stone in the year 2065, in which you may remember from this comic where crest recalls celeste disowning him. after this happened and celeste befriended ink, crest met killer, horror, and dust, alongside cross who joined them two years later. crest treats his boys like family, and is a father figure of sorts to them. [sound familiar?]

after celeste’s corruption, he made a truce with ink to help both of them fight her off. as time passed, however, the two became closer and closer and eventually fell in love. they married around a year into their relationship.

now, my main issue with nicemare universes is they never really put reason to nightmare’s kindness. why is it that nightmare is seen as heartless to everyone but kind only to those who know him closely?

my explanation for this is crest’s requirement for other’s suffering. his corruption requires him to feed on the suffering of other people, even if he doesn’t want it. so, he goes to universes and harms them, only because he must. due to this, people find it more difficult to trust him. however, since his boys know and trust him, they deem him as the kind-hearted guardian he is ^^

additionally, as to why he’s nice, i think he used to Not Be. like he wasn’t too kind in his childhood. he used to get into fights and didn’t socialize, blah blah. these events occurred most frequently before the age of 13 because he was just on edge due to everything that had occurred in the village and had a very difficult time seeing that others weren’t going to hurt him. but as his magic developed and he was able to better feel the intentions of others, he grew to understand other people much easier than he was able in the years prior. he managed to grow out of that “guilty until proven innocent” mindset, and made some acquaintances and even developed some feelings for boys he grew up around.

so! some fun facts about crest:

he is an avid tea and coffee drinker. he has coffee once in the mornings, and jasmine tea twice or more a day. he drinks coffee for energy since he doesn’t sleep ^^

he is gay! he would rather watch paint dry than kiss a woman

originally, he had a lot of internalized homophobia. he was told being queer was wrong growing up, so when he found out he was he Hated Himself for it. it wasn’t until he met his first boyfriend when he realized it was okay to be gay, and even after he passed he thought his partner’s death was caused by a higher deity being angry with them for loving each other. he only stopped believing this in the mid-1900s.

crest is autistic and has some difficulty with social cues. he runs the castle on a strict schedule, only barely changing it. he rotates between 3-4 outfits and refuses to wear anything else unless it is an occasion. he also hates velvety textures, and cannot wear any sort of fabrics/textiles on his hands without freaking out about it. this includes bandages, gloves, and fabric on his hands for a prolonged period of time. this also extends to touch— long-term hand holding or unauthorized touching makes him extremely anxious. basically, if anything is on his hands that he doesn’t want on there, he will Not like it. his special interest could be considered the multiverse.

he does like rings though! he wears five in total.

he isn’t very fond of corrupt dream/positivity guardian variants. he just. doesn’t like them. his sister scares him enough.

he has a type when it comes to love interests: artists. he loves artists of any kind— his first boyfriend was a musician, and ink’s… ink. any other crushes he had were either painters, musicians, writers, or actors.

crest does doodle on occasion, mostly in journals he uses to take notes around the multiverse. he’s been keeping journals since adulthood, and has kept all of them since. he keeps all of his journals on a bookshelf in his office, and he has a total of 200+ journals, some specialized in certain universes and others moreso as travel diaries.

he primarily listens to classical and acoustic music. he has a record player and refuses to use anything else to listen to music in his free time.

he is 5’0”.

crest is insecure about his body, particularly his goop/negativity coating. he sees it as a reminder of the worst day of his life.

yeagh i’m normal about him. anyways feel free to ask me questions about him. thumbs up emoji

#nash talks #nash’s dibujos #nashdoesntshutup #utmv stuffs!!#my ocs #crest #crescent #utmv #utmv oc #nightmare sans variant #nightmare sans #long post #infodump #i will. yap more about him #PLEASE SEND QUESTIONS PLEASE ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BEGGING YOU ASK QUESTIONS PLE [EXPLODES] /silly/nf/np

57 notes · View notes

the-dye-stained-socialite · 11 days ago

Note

your tags are so nice.... 🥺🥺🥺 I've been so down on myself like "Wayne doesn't have a tummy like mine" so like reading that is SO affirming 😭😭😭 Thank you for saying so !!

i absolutely used to be (and sometimes still am) in your place, I'm a fat (and disabled) cosplayer myself, and at the beginning of this year i cosplayed a fairly skinny character, and even then i was worried about things! but!!!! i had a blast and it made me so incredibly happy!!!!! (and i recieved dozens of nice comments too!!!!) so I'll keep going cause it brings me joy :}

anyone who makes nasty comments about your tummy is never gonna be happy with you, because they only want you to conform to their very strict (and unrealistic) ideal, and they're assholes. any "rule" saying you, as someone with tummy, shouldn't cosplay a skinny character was inventd and is upheld by a bunch of fucking assholes!! and I'm so incredibly fucking proud of you for not listening to those people, and for doing what makes you happy and sharing it with others!!!! and i always love seeing other cosplayers who look like me <3

[ hell, i may not have continued cosplaying and being so happy with myself if it weren't for the countless fat (and disabled!) cosplayers who came before me, and still exist around me, because those people reminded me that that 'rule' was bullshit, and that, honestly, i enjoyed seeing when characters were fat!!! ]

so!!!! all that being said: thank *you* for your cosplay and continuing to keep pushing through!!!! i hope you keep doing things in the future!!! be kind to yourself friend ^-^ your cosplay brought a genuine smile to my face

and also, you're my canon wayne now :P <3

#weight doesn't determine your worth OR who you cosplay!!!!!!! you look just as scary as you should!!!! and your cosplay is fantastic art!!!!#if you ever post more of wayne... please tag me or send it to me or whatever cause i wanna SEE!!!!!!!!!!!#who knew... scary husband could get better <3 #now if i draw him he's gonna look a bit like your cosplay just so you know bvjzjfjz like genuinly i love it so much #asks #chittering #sorry if this is a bit incoherant i saw your ask and got really excited vnxnfnxjzncjz #there's folks who want all fat people to be miserable and self depriciating for forever and those people are assholes!!!! you have the right #to happiness just as much as everyone else!! and if cosplay makes you happy then keep doing it!!!!!#(and again keep showing me please please ple-)

4 notes · View notes

dolotonglo · 4 months ago

Text

i finally got around to making a strawpage, please feel free to poke around it and send me stuff if youd like! i had a lot of fun with it :)

i also updated the links in my desc and pinned so those are working now too !!

#dolotalks #i think i will be adding to the strawpage eventually i would like to have more lore and secret stuff on there #but for now its good #ehehe #looks at my awesome mutuals please send me stuff PLE #slash j no pressure.m

1 note · View note

faeyun · 1 month ago

Text

ˋ 🗯️ ⨾ JOYRIDE

𝖎𝗻 𝖜𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𓈓 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲.

❛ 휴닝카이 𝑥 𝑓!reader ❜ ╱ 𝖒. list 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺��𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽!𝗄𝖺𝗂 ✴︎ 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘬𝘢𝘪, 𝘢𝘣 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱(?), 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𓈒𓈒 8OO

( 𝖓 )。 eeeee this was so fun to write!!! kai… kai if you’re listening… i need you so bad… thank you so much to my lovely @ghstzzn & @tinycatharsis for this hard thought!! ily guys sm!! (づ￣ ³￣)づ♡♡

“What are you doing?” Kai chuckled above you, flicking up the blanket to reveal where you were on top of him. You looked up at him, your nose pressed against his abdomen.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

You locked a strip up his abs, your eyes never leaving his. Kai leaned his head back and his eyebrows suddenly raised. His mouth formed an ‘O’ shape, the notion of what you were doing suddenly clicking in his mind.

You crawled up his body and planted yourself right on his growing hard-on. An innocent smile was plastered across your face and without thinking, Kai’s hands moved to your hips. “I see now…” he trailed.

Slowly, you stripped off your pajama shirt, leaving you in nothing but your panties—and Kai in nothing but his boxers. You leaned down, Kai’s gaze trailing you, and hooked your fingers underneath the hem of his boxers. “Ah,” Kai spoke, moving your hands. “If you want to get off, you’ll have to do it a different way.” He took your hips and pushed them up his body and off of his hard cock. Kai then rested against the bed frame, his hands leaving your hips and resting at his sides. “And without my help,” he continued.

Kai threw that same innocent smile back at you, his hair falling into his eyes. You pouted a little before reaching up and moving his hair. “Fine,” you said. You wanted to make sure he got a clear view.

You climbed off of him briefly to strip off the panties that stuck to you with your arousal before climbing back on top of him, completely naked now. Kai watched this whole thing, licking his suddenly dry lips. You placed your hands on his broad chest, stabilizing yourself, before slowly sitting right where his abs were.

Rocking your hips forward, you took your bottom lip between your teeth. You and Kai’s gaze never broke, and he seemed content on just watching you slowly unravel on top of him. Each ridge your heat grazed over made you dizzy until your hips were moving faster and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. Distantly, you heard Kai’s laugh and felt his hands back on your hips.

Your mouth fell open in a moan, your brows knitted together, and your eyes opened to look down at him. There was a twinkle in his eyes as they hungrily took in every part of your body, lingering on how you made his abs more and more wet with your arousal with each roll of your hips. “Please,” you moaned, soft whimpers leaving your plumped lips. It wasn’t enough for you, you needed him inside of you.

Kai just shook his head, smirking.

“Please,” you begged. His hands trailed up your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before his thumbs ran over your perked nipples. His hand then raised to cup your cheek, wiping away the stray tear that you hadn’t realized had fallen.

“I like you like this,” was all he said.

Your nails dug into his chest, a soft mewl escaping your throat. Your head dropped, unable to focus on anything other than his abs along your sensitive clit and his hands all over your body sending shockwaves through you. You were so close and all you wanted to do was feel him.

Kai placed his knuckle under your chin and raised your head. “Look at me,” he said in a soft, but demanding voice. You shook your head, you couldn’t. Kai’s hands grabbed firmly onto your hips, stopping them. You gasped, eyes flying open and more whimpers on your lips. “Keep your eyes on me,” Kai said more firmly.

You nodded rapidly, more pleas leaving you, and Kai started to move your hips again for you. You didn’t waste any time going back to the pace you set for yourself, this time not breaking eye contact with Kai no matter how difficult it was.

Only when your body started to tremble, and you finally unraveled completely on top of him, did he let you look away. You fell onto his chest as creamy white painted his pretty abs. You felt so euphoric that not even the vibrations of Kai’s laugh stirred you.

That was, until he put you on your back, his thumb spreading around the mess you made and jolting you back to life. Your eyes opened with another moan and Kai pushed your knees to your chest, his boxers down and his hard and leaking cock hovering over where you needed to feel him the most.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he repeated, pushing himself inside you—not even the least bit worried about the mess you left on his abs. “Don’t you dare look away—not even for a second.”

͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ REBLOGS ◜◡◝ FEEDBACK APPRECIATED!

✉️ ⦂ by the grace of the gods i was somehow able to keep this under a thousand words!! tho i desperately wanted to write him fucking her at the end (ＴｗＴ。) <//3

𖥦 ﴾ 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 . . . 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 , 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ﴿ @innocygnet @ghstzzn @heechwe @tinycatharsis @prkhaven @bambiihee @fangel @xylatox @izzyy-stuff @sunoosgfv @whosserina @jellymochii @sumsumtingz @riribelle @minaateez @everythingvirgoes @lvrs-street2mmorrow @beomieeeeeeeeeeees

788 notes · View notes

scap34 · 10 days ago

Text

warnings: stalking, mild objectification, sex, mild insults

Yandere Loner whose obsession started off as just a simple crush. It started with the first time you look at him. You actually complimented his drawing! His drawing! The smile you’d given him was nothing but polite but it was enough to send butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

Yandere loner who can’t help but want you. You were the popular guy and he was just the loser. He knew better than to assume you and him would ever be together. But it didn’t stop him from fantasizing about it. From drawing you in class, stealing your pens, to following you home.

Yandere loner who by the end of the month he had a routine, a type of ritual. Draw you, stalk you, and follow you home. It hadn’t escalated more than that…till today.

Yandere loner who breaks into your house when you’re not home. (He knows your schedule. He knows everything about you.)

Yandere loner who can’t contain himself when he steps into your bedroom. Your papers everywhere, bed messy and clothes half thrown in the closet. It’s heaven for him. Your presence everywhere around him.

Yandere loner who slips into your messy bed holding your shirt(the one you wore Tuesday, he remembered every detail about you). Rolling around in the bed you slept in, breathing in your scent from your shirt. He can’t help but moan, his cock growing hard.

He should leave, and he knows that. But he wanted this so bad, he wanted you so bad. His fingers unzipped his pants, curling around his cock. Maybe he should have taken your boxers too-

____________

“What are you doing in my room?” Your hand tangled in his hair as you yanked him upright to face you. You couldn’t see it before but now you could. The little freak was jerking himself off.

The poor loser freezes up, his flushed face tilted up. Hazy lustful eyes, filled with fear and want looked back at you.

“I- I didn’t- I wasn’t-“ he stammered pitifully, looking up at you with the most upset puppy eyes. Like you were disturbing him.

“You weren’t doing what? Did I ask about that?” He nearly whined in your grip, his cock twitching just at the sound of your voice.

“N-no…” he whined weakly, shifting slightly to cover himself. The movement had your eyes shifting down. Looking at his leaking cock. He wanted to cry, and also cum. You were looking at him. It felt soo good to have your attention fully on him. Was that a bit of interest in your eyes? You weren’t mad? Please don’t be mad. He just wanted you to love him!

Your hand fell from his hair to his hips. His body trembled under your touch. He didn’t dare move.

You had to think the guy was cute. All pink and flustered like a girl, when he was the pervert for being here jerking off in your bed. Even his cock was cute, the tip flushed pink, and slim like the rest of him. Such a cute thing. Since he was already in your bed, you might as well take advantage.

When your hand wrapped around the pretty thing’s twitching cock, a sob left his pink bitten lips. “Ple-please, I lo-love you…” he whimpered, it was pathetic honestly. His hands trembled as he reached over and clung to your shoulder looking at you like he was begging not to be rejected. Like the thought would break him.

“Please please please don’t hate me,” he sniffled weakly. “I’ll do anything!” He begged. What a sweet thing. He loved you? How could you not want to keep such a cute toy?

“Alright,” You grinned and tossed off your jacket before pinning the boy under your body, hovering over his small frame. “Let’s date then.”

————————

“No no no no,” he whined weakly. It had been hours since you found him. Hours of fucking him in different positions, making him yours. You smirked. “No, stop?” You taunted as you pulled your cock out him. He whined legs tightening around your waist as he clung to you.

“Don’t stop! Don’t!” He begged hastily. How could you do that? He didn’t want you to stop. He really wished that you’d stay inside forever.

“I’m not sure if I want to go another round,” you drawl in that lazy sexy tone teasing him. You were going to make the poor thing cry. Didn’t you want him? He wanted you so bad. Wanted to feel filled by your cock, stretched out on it while you made good use of him. He spread his legs wider and held his knee up with a hand. Wasn’t he so good? So flexible and ready to be fucked. “Please,” he keened, pupils blown with lust and need while he kept himself ready for you. “Please please fuck me. I need your cock in me~”

GOJO, SANJI, BEELZEBUB, MAMMON, BAKUGO, YUUJI, and your favorites <3

#sub male character #dom male reader #male reader #top male reader #mean reader #sub male yandere #sadistic reader #submisive men #seme male reader #dom reader

826 notes · View notes

last-words-ofashootingstar · 15 days ago

Text

Animals:

Bunny Seonghwa

❥Park Seonghwa x fem reader

❥ATEEZ x fem reader

➯a/n: and so it begins... lmao i'm having alot of fun with this so thanks once again to @klllerwaifu for the request that started it all !

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, hybrid a/b/o

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: poly pack dynamics, animal/human hybrids, hybrids take on physical and personality traits from their animals, hwa in heat, wayyyy too much cum, breeding, needy and desperate hwa, pleading to keep going, fast and hard sex, thigh job, very intense overstimulation, dacryphilia, tapping out, switch dynamics, touching his ears makes hwa cum on the spot (tehe), pet names (puppy, my girl, bunny, angel), little bit of aftercare + praise, omega puppy reader / omega bunny hwa

♡masterlist !♡

18+.MINORS DO NOT TOUCH.

‧｡ANIMALS𖦹°‧

Thump!

Th-thump!

"Do you have a problem?" You finally snap as you whip around to face the source of the grumpy thumps — Seonghwa.

The pink haired omega is standing in the doorway of your room, his ears long, fluffy ears pinned to the sides of his head and pout on his plump lips. "No..."

You sigh and turn back to your book, ignoring the sulking bunny. You get a few seconds of peace until —

Thump!

"Seonghwa, seriously! I'm trying to read, what's wrong?" You toss your book, partly concerned and partly annoyed. Your nose twitches as you sniff the air.

"Want to come to the nest with me?" He asks quickly, ears twitching while impatiently searching for your response.

His peachy scent is extra thick and syrupy —

He's going into heat.

You should have realized something was up. He was eating even more greens than usual lately, rubbing his chin on you all extra hard before you went out. When everyone else coincidentally had plans today, it should have been a dead giveaway away. They left you alone with him on purpose, to give you some privacy; he always comes to you on the first day of his heat —

And he's always extra needy.

‧｡ANIMALS𖦹°‧

"My puppy," Seonghwa groans while thrusting into you wildly. His pace is frenzied, uncontrollable — rough. "Mine. M-mine."

He's got you bent over on your hands and knees, kneeling in the pack nest. His cum is dripping down your legs, and yet he shows no signs of stopping. His chest is pressed against your back, his breathing is hot on your sweaty neck.

Your cries of overstimulation make his ears twitch, stranding straight up on his head as he revels in them. The sound of his hips slamming into yours, his balls hitting your slick covered clit with every one of his rapid thrusts. Your sweet, yelping moans make him go faster.

He may be an omega, but he certainly doesn't fuck like one. Sure, he's moaning and groaning and has tears welling up in his eyes from the amount of pleasure your sloppy heat is giving him — but he's determined to breed and he's not being gentle with his intentions. Haven't you heard the saying; fuck like rabbits?

Male bunny hybrids are built to cum and cum and cum and —

"Ahh!" You wail as he slams his hips into yours extra hard, sending you prone bone on the blankets. You fists the fabric tightly and bring it to your face, burying yourself in it and letting it soak up the tears from the insanity inducing pleasure.

"Shhh," he coos shakily as his twitching length pumps yet another load into your flooded cunt. He starts whining and grinding into you even as he's working through it, his brain still screaming at him to breed you more. "Take it," he whimpers as you clench around him, milking his member, "take it-" comes out as a huff while he pulls his hips back.

He slams them back onto you, making you jolt and scream, "Hwa!"

"T-take it," he repeats like a mantra, pushing you flat on the mess of blankets with his hands on your shoulders. "Ple-please, puppy! Don't quit on- on me, need to breed you, need to cum — fuck! I need you so bad, please, pleaseeee~"

He whines like he isn't already buried balls deep inside of you every time he thrusts.

At least he's slowed down enough to give you a chance to gather your scattered brains. You moan weakly into the blanket, your entire body twitching each time he bottoms out. You aren't even physically capable of reaching a peak anymore, you're staying there.

He's fucked you into nothing but a ball of exposed, cum covered nerves. His cock gliding against your g-spot makes a tiny orgasm spark in your dopamine flooded brain every time.

And he's still rock hard.

"I c-can't-"

He can't help the pathetic whine that comes out at your words — he's not trying to make you feel guilty. He's genuinely distressed at the thought of pulling out of your gooey heat. "You can't?" He pouts as he stills deep inside of you. "One more? One more?" His ears droop as he pleads, even though you can't see them.

He needs to cum. He needs to. The thought of getting heat sickness makes him grind deeper into you. He needs to feel you.

"I'm sorry, b-bunny," you pant as you wipe your sweat and tear covered face with the fabric — it's already a complete mess anyway. "My pussy can't take it-"

"Yes, it caaaan," he thumps his leg with a tiny growl, crushing you under his body even though you make no attempt to get away, "my girl c-can take it! Perf-perfect pussy feels s'good~"

"I can't keep up," you whimper as your body clenches around him without your permission, another sharp orgasm flashing through you. "Fuck my th-thighs," you manage to slur, thankful he can't see the drool that almost drips down your chin before you wipe it. He'd undoubtedly start fucking you again.

"Your thighs?" He pants as he forces himself to pull out, "I can?" He looks down at your twitching hole, his eyes going wide and his ears springing upward as he witnesses all of his cum dribbling out to join the mess that's already on your thighs.

The sight is enough to make him shoot his hot release onto your backside — the feeling of it on your tingling ass cheeks makes you jump a bit.

His head rolls back as he instinctively starts fisting his length; his brain refusing to let up on the command of 'cum' for even a moment. "D-damn it!" He whines loudly, his cock begging for you. "Please, how- how do want it? Hurry, puppy, I need to feel you," his foot thumps again as he jerks himself off with the mess of his previous releases as lube; sliding easily and making squelching noises that have your ears twitching.

He lays down on his back quickly as you pat the space next to you, watching you with wide, begging eyes as you shakily push yourself up. "Don't worry, angel," your words make him dribble another milky drop to join the others as he squeezes his length, "just give me a break, you can still fuck me after I calm down a b-"

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" He grabs you, cum covered hand be damned, and yanks you to lay on top of him. "My girl is so good to me," he nearly babbles as he pushes your legs together with his own, squishing your thighs around his cock; fucking them with zero hesitation or shame. "Pretty thighs feel so nice, so soft, ahhh~"

You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging onto him as his fast paced fucking of your thighs tosses you around atop him. You pant softly as you catch your breath, leaning down and leaving soft kisses across his neck.

"Y- oh~" His jaw drops as you press your thighs together, his lashes fluttering rapidly. He grabs your waist, keeping you extra still as he picks up the pace. It's nowhere near as comfortable or pleasing to his bunny brain as your cunt, but it's about to make him cum nonetheless. He'd be happy with just your hand, really. As long as he can feel your skin on his.

His ears flick as you wrap your fingers up in his hair, almost begging to be touched. "P-puppy?" He mewls, wide pupils trained on your face as you come up from his neck with a questioning look. "Pet my ears, please~"

"Of course, bunny~"

As soon as your fingers touch the base of his fuzzy pink ears, he's moaning out like a pornstar as he cums. Mouth wide open, body trembling underneath you as he paints the back of your thighs white.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He cries as you gently pet behind his ears, tears pooling as he looks at you starry eyed. His hips stutter for a split second until he's fucking your slick thighs with the same insatiable energy. "Ha-" He hiccups, "harder."

"Harder, angel?" You hum, giggling as he moans at the nickname; nodding quickly.

"Pull," he whimpers out the single word, starting to be just as fucked out as you were a few moments ago.

You wrap your hands around the base of his ears, watching the way his eyes flutter shut blissfully with a smirk. When you give them a careful tug, he grabs your back; grounding himself.

His ears, like most hybrids, are very sensitive. Some don't like having them touched — "harder!!" — he isn't one of them.

A soft yank sends him completely off the deep end, his mind going feral and blank simultaneously. "Let me cum inside! Please-" Another hiccup makes him wail after it cuts off his pleading, his member twitching and pulsing and needing to be completely enveloped by you. "Last o-ne! Last one! Let me p-put it inside you, puppy!"

He's about to sob as you spread your thighs, his hips still humping up into the air desperately. He gasps as your heat slowly slides onto his reddened tip.

Bunnies are fast.

He has you on your back in half a second, slamming into you and drawing an ear piercing moan from your throat as your sensitive cunt gets bombarded by a sudden orgasm.

He thumps his foot as your hands threaten to fall, "pull, pull 'em, please! Want my girl to pull my ears!" He begs while wrapping his arms around the back of your messy thighs, folding them over and pounding into you so hard and fast that your feet dangle in the air helplessly.

You have to blink a few times to get your brain back. It's back to nonstop mini-orgasms as his length glides down into you and tortures your g-spot so blissfully. You re-wrap your hands around his ears, pulling on them and holding on tightly.

"Ffffuck~" He falls over on top of you, a full body shiver running through him as he finally, finally reaches satisfaction; flooding your abused hole all over again and keeping himself as deep as possible.

He shakily cups your heated face, landing a tender kiss on your lips as you softly rub his ears.

"Mine." He whispers against your lips between his satisfied moans. "My girl." He mimics a purr as he wraps his arms around you, rubbing his chin on the top of your head to cover you in his scent as if you aren't covered and filled with his cum.

"Mmf," you can only hum as your eyes droop, hugging him back tightly and wrapping your legs around him.

"Puppy kept up with me so well~" He grins as he cuddles you; both of you thankful as you feel his length finally softening inside of you. "Thank you," he pecks your lips, "I love you," and again.

"I love you, bunny," you smile dopily, melting underneath him, "sleep time~"

"Sleep time~" He laughs softly, wrapping his fuzzy ears around your head as you fall asleep. He won't be sleeping anytime soon, but he'll let you do so until he starts getting hard again.

You'll need all the rest you can get to keep up with him until another pack mate is brave enough to take your place.

‧｡ANIMALS𖦹°‧

#ateez #ateez smut #smut fic #ateez smau #ateez hybrid au #park seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa #seonghwa smau #seonghwa smut #ateez x reader

447 notes · View notes

mushies-stories · 7 months ago

Text

Sesshomaru

Sesshomaru X human F!Reader

summary: smut one shot, mostly? maybe other little stories out of it?

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, unprotected sex, creampie, knotting, mating-kind of.

word count: 2085

Sesshomaru followed the scent of something sweet and intriguing. As much as he tried to reason with his brain to stay away, that what he was smelling was lowly little human but his own desire won. His aching balls told him to find you and bury his cock in you.

When he found you, you were just collecting berries. You didn’t even notice him until he was towering behind you. You were crouched before a bush and you landed flat on your butt with a small screech. “Please… don't hurt me ple-”

“Stop talking.” Sesshomaru says, tone flat. He was keeping his irritation at bay, this wasn’t exactly your fault, you just happen to be nearby. “You'll be fine.” he says before crouching down to be closer to your level. He reaches a hand out and wraps his hand around one of your ankles, pulling you closer to him. He looks down at you, inspecting your body and face, you looked so scared he almost felt bad. “Don't fight me too much or this won't end well for you however.” he warned.

His eyes bore into your own and they send a chill up your spine. You give him a slow short nod, still processing exactly what he meant. That was until he was on his knees and spreading your legs apart, forcing you to fall back more onto your elbows. “Wait, you ca…” Your words falter when you feel his long fingers push and begin rubbing at your pussy, finding your clit and applying pressure.

Sesshomaru’s eyes flicker to your face. Your cheeks were red and your brows were pinched together. He slid his fingers closer to your tight hole, feeling the wetness gather on his fingers. “Getting his messy for me already, tell me little human, have you been with a man before?” he asks.

Your face felt unbearably hot. His fingers never stopped, instead they circled your clit even more before he started to press at your entrance, almost teasingly. “No, I haven't been with another.” you admit embarrassingly.

“I'll be as gentle as I can, but I can't promise you this will be free of pain.” he tells you. You want to say something, fight back but you knew he could kill you in an instant. That, and his fingers starting to work their way into your tight hole has you gasping and clamping your legs closed around his arm. He used his free hand to grab one thigh and push your legs apart. “None of that, open them.” he demands.

Just two of his fingers were enough to have you holding yourself up on shaky elbows. You tried your best to do as he said, you tried to stay quiet and let it happen but his fingers were starting to make you feel things you haven't felt before. Sesshomaru took note of every reaction your body had and when you let out a shaky break and then a soft moan his eyes snapped up to your face. He repeated the motion with more intent and watched as your eyes fluttered and your head lulled back a bit. He wasn't sure why but his cock was twitching at the sight of you and the sounds you made, he wanted to hear more. “Lay back, relax more.” he instructed. You did as he said after a moment, still unsure of everything happening. “Good.” He said. You figured that was as close to a praise as you'll get. He continued to work you open, he didn't want to deal with you crying as much as possible.

You relax a little, your head on the soft grass didn't feel too bad. Sesshomaru was getting close to his limit, the smell of you was starting to become too much. The way you looked with your legs wide open for him, your big frightened eyes glossy with unshed tears. He was drawn to you and he didn't know why, but right now he can't fight the urge to push you away.

You whine softly when he removes his fingers. He seemed to really like the noises you made, which made him want to hear you make more. He knocked your legs even more apart when he slid his body between them and your eyes widened when he lowered his bottoms and his cock was revealed. He was in no way small. “Wait, y-you wont fit, there's no way.” you look between his face and his cock. You wanted to crawl back and away but a hand holding your hip kept you still.

“It will.” he says flatly as he lines his cock up with your tight entrance. “Just be still and relax as best you can.” He says.

“Wait, demon. Please…” you try again.

Sesshomaru leans over you with a hand placed beside your head. “Lord Sesshomaru.” he corrects before pressing the tip of his cock against your pussy and pushing in a bit.

It was enough to have you panicking. Your hands came out to push at his chest, there wasn't much strength behind your attempt however and Sesshomaru saw no reason to stop you. “Lord, Sesshomar-Ah, wai… plea…” your voice breaks and you're left with shaky gasps as he sinks deeper into you.

“There's no fighting it.” he tells you. You whine and your hips buck with every inch added. “See, you're taking so much of me already, you'll take my knot just fine.” You look down between your bodies and at the base of his cock you could see it starting to form. You hadn't even thought about that. “You will be okay, I assure you nothing bad will happen to you.” He didn't know why he felt the need to be so nice and comforting to you but he couldn't seem to help it.

You shift a little under him, trying to adjust to how big he was. You let out short breaths and squeezed your eyes closed to try and ignore the pain. “S’alot.” you mumble. With a little more than half way in, Sesshomaru halts his movements. He reached a hand out and pushed your dress open, revealing your chest to him. Startled, you opened your eyes to see him leaning down and latching his mouth to one of your nipples. You let out a soft yelp when he rolls the bud between his teeth softly before sucking it. With his other hand he plays with your other breast, making sure to give them both enough attention. “Lord Sesshomaru, feels… feels good.” You tell him in the sweetest tone. Breathless and almost lost in pleasure.

After a minute he releases you with his mouth, leaving his hand behind to keep giving you nipples stimulation. “You feel better, more relaxed. Now just focus on me.” he instructs and holds his body just above you, facing you so you have only him to focus on. His stunning eyes and features. Slowly he began to sink into you again, watching your features as your brows twitch.

“Ah-still hu-” You're cut off by Sesshomaru capturing your lips with own. He licks along your bottom lip before nipping at the soft skin. You gasp and he takes the chance to slip his tongue past our lips and claim your mouth. With his hands and mouth teasing you and keeping your mind so occupied it was easier for him to push the rest of his cock, excluding his knot, in. you still let out soft whine and moans but he's happy to eat your sounds and keep you distracted. He slows down with the kisses but moves on to giving little love bites on your neck. He decorates your skin as he slowly starts to thrust his cock in and out of you, being careful not to hurt you. You relax your head back a little more, giving him more access to your neck and chest. After a bit it started to feel good, you were starting to get really wet and each trust sent a spark up your spine. More erotic moans started to fall from your lips.

“Just like that, doing so good for me.” He grunt into your ear. His hips pick up pace and you can only respond in a breathy whine. His cock was filling you up so much your brain was having a hard time keeping up.

Soon it was starting to feel really good and Sesshomaru's leaving bruises and marks on your chest and neck was definitely helping scramble your brain farther. It was when he slid the fabric from your chest away and attached his lips to one of your sensitive nipples you were really pushed over the edge. You didn't know what to do, or how to react. Were you supposed to say something, was this feeling normal? You didn't have much time to react anyways when your pussy suddenly squeezed his cock and you came with the sweetest sound Sesshomaru’s ever thought he's heard. You held tightly to him, practically pulling him even closer as pleasure washed over.

Your pussy wrapped so tightly around his cock made his hips stutter and still inside of you, completely buried in your core. “So… so tight. Feel that good, little human?” he asks, breath hitting your neck and making you shiver under him as you try and focus on what he even said. Your pussy fluttered around his cock when he began to move again. “Good job, just a bit more.” he tells you. He wasted no time fucking into you like the dog demon he was, his hips slapping into your own now. Your pussy made obscene noises only masked by your own whimpering and moaning.

You feel the base of his thick knot hitting you with every thrust, it feels impossibly too big to fit. His thrusts were getting even harder, wanting to force it in. “Please, it's too big.” you whine. “Wont fit, too much.” You practically whine.

Sesshomaru leans down and nips at the side of your neck again before taking the sensitive skin and sucking. Your hips jerk up into his and you feel the bulging knot press harder against your already stretched hole. “Need you to take it.” he grunts softly into the crook of your neck. “Have to fill you up, going to bury myself in you.” he huffs a little when he feels his knot begin to stretch you even more, pushing slowly into you.

You gasp and whine, your pussy felt so stuffed already. His knot had you seeing stars and blotchy black dots. “Big, m’so full.” You squeeze your eyes shut and hold tightly to the demon who was taking your innocents.

With a few hard thrusts he was popping the rest of the knot into your crowded pussy. Sesshomaru completely lost it at that point, his mind was flooded with thoughts of you. He needed to do this again, and again and again and make you his. His pretty little human.

you couldn't keep your sounds in anymore and were a babbling moaning mess for him. His cock was being squeezed so tight and all he could do now was rut into you until he finally came with a low groan that sounded very similar to a growl. He empties his balls deep in your core and makes sure you're full of his warm cum. His knot keeps your pussy nice and plugged with his cum.

He huffs softly against your warm skin, just barely holding himself above you. “You did very well, took me so perfectly.” he praised before peppering your bruising neck with little kisses. Maybe it was the whole ordeal making you emotional but your heart fluttered at the sentiment. You two stay like that for a few minutes, catching your breath and adjusting to the feeling of being connected. You had just about dozed off when you felt him begin to shift and scoop you up and into his lap, he leaned back against the tree trunk nearby. You give him a soft whine from the new angle of his cock as you settle on his lap and lay against his chest.

“Hush, you're okay, no more.” He assures you. “Close your eyes, you're safe.” he murmurs as he wraps his arms around you, covering you with warmth. His words comfort you and so does his embrace, it makes your body relax and you melt against him.

Sesshomaru didn't know how or why this happened but, it looks like he found himself a mate.

!thank you for reading!

#inuyasha #inuyasha x reader #sesshomaru #sesshoumaru x reader #inuyasha smut #sesshomaru x reader #sesshomaru smut #x reader #inuyasha imagine #sesshomaru imagine

740 notes · View notes

fic-dumpster · 5 months ago

Text

immiscible

Pairing: Cat hybrid!Sanzu x Hamster hybrid!Reader

Summary: You were not meant to be. Everything pointed to a disastrous outcome, but Haruchiyo Sanzu refused to let something as dumb as biology dictate his life. He wanted you and that was final.

CW: Hybrid AU, dubcon, PiV, oral (female receiving), mean Sanzu, possessiveness, typical cat behavior. Idk… lmk if I missed anything. Not edited and no beta.

Word count: 2.2K+

A.N: funny how this was inspired by Hamtaro and the pink panther. A very… unexpected crossover.

“Haru, stop bothering her!” Mikey’s voice boomed through the room for the third time.

You were hiding, again, under Mikey’s covers, attempting to stay as far away as possible from Sanzu who hadn’t been as welcoming as you were promised. You were told a good time awaited, but your current situation was not your definition of a good time.

Emma, Mikey’s sister and your owner, had to leave for a trip with her boyfriend and they left you under her brother’s care. You were against the idea, adamant about it. You cried and begged to be left alone or any other person available would do. But alas, nobody seemed to be able to besides Mikey.

Knowing the pink cat hybrid living under Mikey’s care was an ass, you knew It was a terrible idea. You were a rodent for crying out loud. A hamster hybrid. It was like trying to mix water and oil… an impossible task, and they expected you to share a living space with them for who knows how long.

Yes, you have been in Mikey’s place for less than four days and your life has been in danger more times than you can count.

Sanzu, the feline menace of this house, seemed to find joy in your little squeaks and chubby cheeks puffing even more every time he pawed at you; sending you back and forth to his entertainment. He was just doing that a second ago until you managed to escape and made a run for Mikey’s bed.

“Haru, let her go.” Mikey warned him with a stern voice, “she doesn’t like your games.”

Little did he know those weren’t just games for Sanzu. While you thought he wanted nothing more than to make a snack out of you, he had a whole other plan in mind.

Your small and round face peeked from under the covers and you instantly regretted your decision. Right there, looking straight at you with a wicked grin, was Sanzu. His green emerald eyes shined with mischief as he saw the scared look on your face.

“Ple-please, Haru… I-I do-don’t wanna play…” you stammered. Your heart beating wildly as you scurried deeper into the bed and away from the border where a crazed hybrid stood.

Have you ever tried to make a cat let go of his prey? Hardest thing to accomplish. Mikey knew that, but he also believed in his pet. Overall, Sanzu was harmless, according to Mikey. So when the only human in the room heard his pet hybrid promise to be civil. Well, Mikey believed him.

“I won’t do that again, I promise.”

To his credit, Sanzu didn’t chase you around anymore. There was no reason to run after something that was under his paw.

The first week passed by in a flash and you learned a few things. One of them was how Sanzu loved to see your attempts of scrambling away from him, whining every time he pulled your short puffy tail or yanked your whiskers. You saw the gratification on his face.

He would not leave you alone. So much so that he even gathered your things from the guest room and moved them to his. Mikey allowed such idea; believing in Sanzu’s excuse about hybrid bonding time or something.

Before bed, the cat hybrid would yank you against his warm body, wrap himself around you and nibble on your round ears; every time before bed it was the same, almost like a night routine. You would tremble under his arms, scared of becoming dinner if you made a wrong move.

Things got heated in the third week. Almost a month in and you had your fair share of questions about Sanzu’s behavior. He began to pin you down more often; growling and rubbing himself all over you. Grooming your neck and cheeks, for then to stay in that position for a while. Inhaling your scent and humming and purring in contempt.

Mikey just thought you two were finally getting along well and ignored whenever Sanzu dragged you into his room.

“Yeah, Emma. She’s doing fine. Haru is good company.” Mikey would always speak with reassuring words to his sister. Not lying, just telling his truth. “No need to take her to Takashi’s.”

As the phone conversation went on, in a different room your silent whines told a different story. The spiked tongue of Sanzu’s kept licking your skin, leaving it tender afterward.

“Heard that? You’re not going anywhere,” Sanzu rasped against your twitching ears.

The cat hybrid was ecstatic when he first heard the news from Mikey. You, the fragile little rodent, were going to stay with him? His prayers had been answered.

Sanzu couldn’t help himself, you were just too pretty for your own good. All shy and sweet with everyone else but him. You were a trembling mess whenever he prowled around you, his tail swiftly moving around your hips and legs got you squirming in place. He loved the special treatment you gave him.

The pink menace had begun to behave even weirder lately. Headbutts here and there, making biscuits on your tummy and chest which left you all hot and bothered, but he didn’t seem to mind one bit. All smiles and hugs as your mind went from zero to a hundred in seconds. It all left you confused and dizzy at the end of the day.

For things to make sense something had to happen, right? Because such… affectionate behavior wasn’t normal. Well, a few days later when Mikey left to hang out with some friends; it did happen.

You heard a strange sound coming from Sanzu’s room. It was a very loud meowing, almost raw and it seemed painful; and as afraid of him as you were, you couldn’t just leave your only housemate alone if he was in pain.

With shaky steps, ears tuned in to the yowling, you made your way to his room. Stopping at the door, you saw your things still scattered around, but now a bunch of pillows and blankets also shared the space. As your eyes roamed through the room you finally spotted Sanzu. He was a sweating mess—pink hair sticking to his face, wild eyes unblinking and his face contorted in pain.

“Ha-haru? Are you ok—” But before you could say one more word, a strong scent invaded your nostrils.

It hit you with so much force that your eyes watered instantly. The smell was sweet; earthy and cinnamon-like but oh, so suffocating. You gagged and coughed at the burning sensation in your throat.

Suddenly, everything began to spin, but before your knees could hit the ground, you were swept off your feet. The sickly sweet smell surrounding you in waves—enveloping you whole. “S-stop! I ca-can’t brea-breath!”

“I knew you would come,” cooed Sanzu, completely ignoring your pleas.

He had you in his arms, carrying you towards the improvised nest made of blankets. Your body shivered, rejecting the aroma of a different hybrid. It was clear—compatibility? Null. Even your body’s biology refused to accept the idea of it.

Before you could gather your thoughts, you were being dropped on a soft surface and still, the potent scent kept mingling all your senses. Just as fast, he was on top of you; holding your hands above your head and leaning forward with his whole weight pressing down on you.

“You look so pretty… underneath me,” Sanzu sharply whispered against your temple. Nose caressing the border of your face as it traveled to your lips.

Nudging your legs apart with his knees, he nestled himself between them. Slowly but steadily grinding his hips against your clothed core. “You did this, you know? You made me go into heat, you little minx.”

“No! I didn’t know– didn’t mean to!” You whimpered—lips to lips, sharing the same air.

A whirlwind of thoughts passed through your mind. Guilt, fear, anger and… surprisingly lust. The more he rubbed himself against you, the more your body reacted. Your legs fastening around his waist, pulling Sanzu even closer which made the feline purr louder as your little squeaks mixed in between.

You felt the weight of his body—of his clothed cock constantly pressing on your entrance, humping, just rutting in place. Wetness had begun to creep in between your clothes

“We can’t do this, Ha-Haru…”

“You want me to stop?” Sanzu asked with clenched teeth but you shaked your head in denial, “Good, because I don’t think I would be able to…”

The feline eagerly pawed your clothes off, feeling a surge of giddiness born in his stomach. He was so close to you, he was finally touching every single part of you. Sanzu could practically taste the air charged with your arousal.

“You need me here,” he purred, lithe fingers dancing around your gushing entrance. “I’ll have a quick taste and you’re gonna be good and let me.”

Not soon had you felt his hands let go, ignoring his previous words, you tried to scramble away. On your hands and knees, you made a big mistake. Sanzu felt your cotton-like tail hit him in the face and it just made him latch onto you even harder. His hands grabbed your thighs, pulling you back and at the same time wrangling you back into your last position just to directly smash his face against your cunt.

A hollow scream erupted from your raw throat once you felt his tongue practically forcing its way in. His fingers digging into your skin, the force of his sucking lips and never had his tongue stopped moving inside you. You were ashamed to admit he felt too good, your bucking hips constantly hitting him but Sanzu didn't even notice. Too focused, too drunk on your hypnotic flavor.

A straight lick later and a moan of satisfaction from the pink feline had you in almost tears. “You were already wet enough, but I couldn't help myself. You’ve made me… a voracious beast.”

You felt his fingers open your lower lips, heat radiating from your center smearing his digits. You don't know when or how he discarded his own clothes but as your eyes refocused, you saw his skin almost glowing, radiating scorching warmth on top of you. Unhurriedly, Sanzu guided his cock inside, stretching your opening to mold him, to take him. You were so soft, so warm that it almost hurt with how sensitive his tip was.

“I promise to—fuck… aah— mount you properly next time,” he growled at the thought of having you—ass up squeaking for him again, “but I need to see your cute face right now.”

Sanzu hissed at the contact and gave a final push of his hips; entering you with force. In return, your face contorted at the intrusion, you were a squealing mess under him. The sudden action wasn’t as pleasant as the previous activity. Your insides burned as your walls tried to push the foreign object out. But Sanzu persisted, holding you in place as he slowly retracted and moved back in. Inch by inch of his cock with no hurry.

He repeated this action until he felt almost no restraint on your part. Your cute little cunt had finally gotten used to him. He went in and out smoothly and your sounds had changed to mewls and puffs of air—full of need. Your hands traveled from his chest to his shoulders, no longer trying to stop him. On the contrary, you were pulling him in, scraping his neck with a sudden need to have him closer.

The feline purred loudly as he absorbed the change in your demeanor. Your half-lidded eyes were calling to him. His words failed him, he couldn’t even tell you how good you felt. All that left his lips were groans and beastly sounds.

“Fa-faster, Haru!” You moaned out without shame. Gone was the timid little rodent.

His chest reverberated once again, an instant answer to your plea. His tail moving wildly behind him, his ear twitching at the sound of your voice. All his body automatically responded to your calling.

His hips hitting you with abandon. Your pussy lips are swollen from the constant friction.

“M-mine.” He heaved with furrowed brows; fingers gripping tightly at your soft and plush skin.

Sanzu wasn’t even sure he was speaking out loud, too lost in the overwhelming feeling of finally being buried deep in your heat. Nothing could take him away from you.

─────── · · ·

“Get your furry fiend away from her!” Emma was a red from rage, “Manjiro Sano! I am serious!

“He doesn't wanna let go!” Mikey looked over at his friend, Emma’s boyfriend, for help, “Ken-Chin, tell her!”

Meanwhile, Sanzu with flattened ears and a swatting tail had you under his body; hissing menacingly at the three humans trying to take away his mate.

Of course, you had tried to explain but your meek voice wasn't heard in the middle of all the shouting.

969 notes · View notes

0deathpainting0 · 1 month ago

Text

missed u

sukuna // choso // mahito // gojo // geto // toji

summary: they come home after being away and need you

warnings: 18+ f!reader, swearing, fingering, p in v, raw, creampies, rough, cockwarming, shower sex, sleepy sex, teasing

a/n: 🔓 new characters - just a lil sum sum

w/c: 3.2k all together

≽^•⩊•^≼

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

sukuna

Sukuna walks through the front door and furrows his brows when you’re not there to greet him. He pushes the bedroom door open and rolls his eyes that you're asleep. He pulls off his clothes while watching you soundly rest in his bed, looking over every visible inch of you. Drinking in the sight of you curled into his blankets waiting faithfully for his return.

Walking over the bed he notes your ankle peeking out and grabs it, pulling you to the edge of the bed and pushing off the blankets. Your eyes blink open as he settles your legs around his waist before he taps his leaking tip against your slit. Whimpering, you look up at him with heavy lids while he teases his cock up and down, only stopping to press against your bud and core.

“Needed you so badly the last couple of nights.” his deep voice washes over you, sending chills throughout your body.

“I sent you pictures.” you start to move your hips in movement with his.

“‘S not enough.” he shakes his head. “ I need you.” he watches you shudder at his words. “This.” he watches his cock become coated in your juices.

“Please,” you arch off the bed as he pushes at your aching core. “Kuna please, please ple-“

“Hush,” he slides into you in one motion.

His pace is frantic and unrelenting and you fist at the discarded sheets and blankets. Your legs lock around his waist and he leans down over you to smash his mouth to yours. It’s messy and full of teeth before he continues on a path down to your neck and chest. Soft bites are followed by quick licks of his tongue as he continues to pound into you. Your chest is arched into his face and your hips tilted just right that each thrust is pulling the most sinful sound from your lips.

“Did you miss me as-“ he groans as you squeeze around him. “As much as your pussy did?” he leans back from your chest, chuckling as he takes in your pleasure scrunched face. “You hearing me?” he starts to grind his hips into you.

“Mmm,” you whine when he starts to thrust agonizingly slow. “Missed you.” you nod. “So mu-“

The breath is taken from you as he starts to slam into you once more. Your whimpers and pleas become more high pitched and he chuckles knowing you’re going to fall apart any second. He starts to kiss and bite across your neck again and the moment his teeth meet your heated skin you pulse around him. Wave after wave of pleasure washes through you along with his continued thrusts. A low groan comes from his chest and you gasp as you feel his cum start to coat your needy walls.

“Missed you too.” he collapses on the bed next to you and pulls you against him.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

choso

Choso walks into your dark apartment and sighs that you’re already asleep. He’s quickly making his way to your room and softly smiles at your sleeping form. His clothes are quickly on the ground as he pulls back the covers and gets into bed with you. He scoots over to you and pulls your back against his chest. You don’t even stir and he holds you tighter just wanting you to be closer. You let out a soft groan and start to become aware of him holding you.

“Got home early.” he presses his lips to the back of your neck. “Missed you so much.” he presses himself against your back and you press yourself back into him.

“Choso,” you breathe out as you hold onto one of his arms that’s wrapped around your front.

“Need you baby, please,” he starts to pull his shirt that you’re wearing up.

“Yeah,” you nod, leaning into his touch.

His hand grabs one of your tits and squeezes it roughly before his fingers start to roll your nipple listening to your soft noises. He humps himself against your back and you let out small whimpers as he grabs at your chest. His hand starts to travel lower and slips between your thighs. He softly sucks at your neck as his fingers slip through your slit.

“Missed you so fucking much.” he mumbles swirling around your bud. “Mmm look at that, pussy’s crying outta happiness that I‘m home.” he chuckles.

“So is your cock,” you mumble. “Can feel it on my back.” you chuckle. He hushes you and slides his tip up through your wetness. “Put it in.” you push your ass back against him.

He slides into you and you both groan. His hips jerk into you and you grip onto his arm. His fingers continue to swirl around your throbbing bud as you both pant. Each push of his hips is followed by the sounds of your juices. Your head is fuzzy and your body is humming with pleasure as he slowly rocks into you.

“ ‘s good, feels so fuckin good. Huggin me so tight,” his breath fans across your neck.

“Cho- Choso, please,” you whine as his thrusts become more searing.

“I can feel it,” he grunts, circling his fingers faster. “ ‘m cummin with you.” he presses closer to you.

“ ‘mm.. I- Cho..ohh please,” you gasp and burst around him.

“Fuck.” he hears your pleasure seep out of you with each of his thrusts as he starts to pump his cum into you. “Lemme stay inside.” he continues to roll his hips into yours.

“Yeah.” you nod and pull your pillow closer.

“Missed you.” he pulls you closer and buries his head into your neck.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

mahito

Mahito had hoped you’d still be awake but he finds his room dark. He pulls off the blankets and hears your sound of annoyance at the disturbance before burying your head deeper into his pillow and falling back asleep. He pulls off his clothes before crawling into bed with you. He kneels over you and flips you watching your eyes fly open as he hovers above you.

“Hito,” you gasp as he starts to rub his cock up your panty clad pussy.

“What?” he pushes your shirt up to your neck.

“I-“ you gasp as he dips down and takes one of your nipples between his teeth as he continues to rock his hips.

He chuckles when he feels your hand try to push your panties to the side. When his leaking tip slides through your wetness you both groan. He bites across to your other nipple as you whimper beneath him. He slides his cock faster through your seeping slit and smirks at every high pitched sound that comes when he brushes against your bud. When his tip catches on your core again he slams into you.

“Yes, please yes,” you arch up into him as he snaps his hips into you.

“Missed the way this pussy felt around me.” he grits out through his teeth. His pace is brutal and he watches the way your tits bounce which is accompanied with a moan.

“Did you mi- miss me?” your words slurred. “Hito,” you cry as he bites down hard onto your chest.

“Just said-“ he groans as you squeeze around his cock. “Jus said I did.”

“You said my pussy not-

He slams his lips to yours and you wrap your arms around him. His hair sways next to you as his pace becomes more intense. He’s pressing you into the mattress and you feel completely leveled beneath him. He lifts up and watches your eyes roll back as he continues to slam into you. He brings one of his hands up and grabs your chin making you look at him.

“Course I fuckin missed you.” the small cries coming from your mouth only make his pace more ruthless.

“Ha- mmh.. harder,” you squeak and he chuckles.

He starts to slam into you so rough the bed is banging against the wall in time with your whimpers. He turns your head to the side and attaches to your neck biting and sucking harshly. Your body is trembling with pleasure and when your pussy clamps around his cock he grunts. His pace falters and his pleasure snaps as he pumps load after load into you watching your face relax.

“Missed you too.” you mumble.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

gojo

It’s been a long couple of days and Gojo truly couldn’t have asked for a better sight than this when he enters his bedroom room. You’re curled up in his shirt into the pillow he got you that you always claim you hate. He wastes no time and pulls off his clothes and lifts the blanket as he settles in behind you. He chuckles as you make a small sound and scoot closer to the pillow.

“Now why don’t you cuddle me like this? Hm?” he brushes your hair off your neck. “Thought you didn’t like this..” he smirks and tries to pry the lifesize pillow of him from your hands.

“Toru?” your fingers dig into the pillow keeping it in its place.

“Yeah, I‘m home.” he scoots in closer. “So let go of the pillow.” he starts to press his lips to your neck.

“No.” you cling to it tighter but tilt your neck, giving him more access.

“Miss me that much?” you can feel his smile against your heated skin.

“Mhm,” you lean back into his chest and he wraps an arm around your front. You let out a small whine when he successfully gets you detached from the pillow and beneath him.

“I missed you too.” he pushes your shirt up and you squirm under his gaze.

He presses his lips to yours and slips a hand between your thighs at the same moment. Legs widening even more for him, welcoming him in, welcoming him home. He teases two fingers up your slit, smiling as your pleasure starts to coat his fingers. Small whimpers pour from your mouth when he starts to swirl his fingers around your slick bud. He chuckles into your mouth as you start to buck against his hand. He wants to tease you for how desperate you are but his cock throbs reminding him that you’re not alone with that feeling.

“Someone’s eager.” he can’t help it and smirks as you crack your eyes open. “I’m kidding.” he moves his hand and slides his tip in its place. “I’m gonna fill you up, don't start pouting.” he starts to push into your core watching your face soften.

“To-Toru,” you gasp once his hips are flush against yours.

“Hm?” he offers you one roll of his hips.

“Fuck me or I’m gonna go back to bed.” his chuckle fans against your heated skin.

“Yeah?” he leans back and pumps into you once. “You’re gonna go back to bed?”

“Yeah if you ke- keep..” he wraps one of your legs around his waist and leans closer to you. “If you..” your words lost to whimpers and pants as he starts to rock into you.

“If I what?” he whispers in your ear, continuing to roll his hips after every thrust.

“If..” he’s slowly increasing his pace causing you to lose focus. “I’m.. I..” you squeeze your eyes and you hear his giggle.

“Hm?” he’s honestly surprised his smugness is still holding up.

He’s content to listen to your whimpers as he watches you tremble beneath him. Your other leg wraps around him and he groans leaning down closer to you feeling the way you flutter around him. His mouth finds your neck again and smirks at every squeak when he softly bites you. As you cling to him your pleasure starts to take over every inch of your body.

“I’m gonna.. gonna,” your small gasps are causing his pleasure to sprint towards him.

“Gonna what?” he pulls back to watch you fall apart.

“Cum, Toru I-“ you arch into him and his hips falter when you start to pulse around him. His pace speeds up and you hold him tighter as you start to feel him fill you. “I’m gonna go back to bed.” you feel yourself sink further into the mattress.

“Missed you too.” he scoots over to his side before pulling you back against him.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

geto

Geto’s shoulders are heavy and he feels as if his eyes will permanently shut as he’s greeted by the warmth of your apartment. All the lights are off indicating you’re asleep and he tries his hardest to stay quiet. His breath hitches as he steps into your room, you’re splayed out in the center of the bed with your hair fanning out around you. Blankets and pillows have been stuffed on his side of the bed and you lean your head towards it.

He wants to let you rest but he needs to somehow dismantle your creation on his side of the bed. He removes his clothes and starts to slowly pull off the pillows and extra blankets taking care not to disturb you. He smiles when his hands grab the last blanket but when he pulls he finds it tucked underneath you and your eyes fly open at the sudden movement.

“Go back to bed. I’m sorry.” he whispers, crawling into bed and pulling the covers over him.

“You’re home.” you throw your leg over his waist and curl into him. “I missed you.” you press your lips to his chest.

“I missed you.” he hums, wrapping his arm around you. He chuckles as you scoot up his body and press your lips to his. “Bed.” he tries to keep his tone stern as you fully get on top of him.

“Just put it in and I’ll go to bed.” you mumble kissing across his neck. “Please Sugu,” his hands slide down to your waist when you rock against him.

All of his resolve leaves the second you whimper into his neck and brush your lips against his skin. He helps lift your hips as he lines up at your core. Your toes curl as he starts to push into you, stretching you open slowly. The hands on your waist slide up your back and continue until they’re cupping your face and he’s bringing his lips to yours. Both of you start to move at the same time, sending moans pouring between the two of you.

“We should go to bed.” he whispers against your lips.

“After you fill me.” you start to grind your hips, pulling whines from your mouth. “Please, Suguru please,” his hands slide back down to your waist and still you.

You open your mouth to protest until he snaps his hips up into yours and all you can muster are broken whimpers. Your mind blurs at the difference between his passionate kiss and the way he’s hammering himself up into you. He holds you tightly and lets out a low groan when you arch your back more. His pleasure is rushing towards him and you’re perched so perfectly on him he doesn’t think he’ll last much longer. The way you’re buried in his neck gives him perfect access to relish in each sound you make.

“Shit,” his fingers dig into you as you start to pulse around him.

He feels your puffs of air fanning across his neck as he continues at his pace. Each little cry is going straight to his cock as you cling against him. He snaps his hips one last time before you feel his warmth filling you and slowly seeping out between you both. He smiles when you cuddle into him more followed by your even breathing, letting him know you’ve gone back to bed. His hands settle on your lower back as he lets his mind drift off.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

toji

Toji frowns as he walks into your apartment and finds it dark. It’s not even that late there’s no reason for you to be asleep already. He stalks into your room and pushes the door open finding you asleep. “I’m home.” Toji grunts, dropping his bags to the ground and waking you.

“Okay.” you mumble, rolling back over and tugging the blanket over your head.

“Not gonna greet me?” you feel the bed dip and his arm flop over you. “C’mon,” he tugs the blanket down.

“Missed you.” you turn your head and offer him your lips. Your nose scrunches and you crack an eye open. “Go shower first.” you turn your head away from him and close your eyes once more.

“Alright.” he pushes off the bed.

You hear his heavy footsteps to the bathroom and then the water turning on. You let yourself start to fall back asleep when the blanket is pulled from you. He chuckles at your gasp when he scoops you up from the bed and carries you into the bathroom. You glare up at him as he walks straight to the shower and brings you both under the water.

“You serious?” you glare up at him as he sets you down.

“Yeah,” he shrugs and grabs his soap. “If you help it’ll be done faster.” he raises his brow to you.

You sigh and grab the soap from him and start to clean off his body. You glance up at him as he starts to wash his hair and you can’t help yourself from letting your fingers linger for too long. He smiles watching you stare at him and let your fingers travel as they please. You watch as the soap slides down his body and whine wrapping your hand around his cock, needing him. Once all the soap is gone he has you lifted up and pressed against the wall.

He starts to lower you onto his cock and lets out a low groan. “Opening right up for me.” he listens to you mewl after every inch. “So good, so perfect for me.” his hands dig into your ass and start to bounce you against him.

“Toji,” your forehead falls against his chest as he moves you as he pleases.

You’re wrapped around him and the water that trickles over his shoulder has you sliding all over him. The feel of your peaked nipples pressed into his chest makes him snap his hips into you harder. His hand flies up to your head as you toss it back when he hits your most sensitive spot. His knuckles are pressed back into the tile as your head pushes against it. You’re trembling in his arms and he bounces you up to get a better hold on you.

“Don’t need you hurting yourself, stop squirming.” he grunts, sinking his teeth into your neck.

“To- Toji,” your nails dig into his shoulders.

His hips are slamming into you deliciously and with every grind against your throbbing bud you squeeze tighter around him. He’s full out panting into your neck while his fingers dig into your ass and neck. Your hips are desperately jerking into his feeling the familiar warmth building in your lower tummy. He chuckles, leaning back to look down at your face. You can barely keep your eyes open as your pleasure is rushing towards you.

“I’m- I.. I,” you gasp when he rolls his hips. “Toji,” you cry out as you clamp around him feeling your orgasm burst through you.

“Fuck.” he grunts and you feel his hot cum start to fill you. “Missed you and this little pussy.” he mumbles, holding you tightly against his chest.

“Missed you too.” you mumble, clinging to him having no more energy to move.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

masterlist

338 notes · View notes

zorosangell · 6 months ago

Note

zoro and his girl who are always bickering and fighting and breaking up and getting back together again. atp, the other straw hats are used to it now. I can also imagine zoro NEVER apologizes and his idea of getting back together with his girl again is just acting like buisness as usual (just going back to her and sitting with her, throwing his arm around her shoulder, kissin her cheek, acting like nothing ever happened, etc) and usually, she’s receptive to it. Because even though she’s as stubborn as zoro (maybe even more), she hates arguing (and loves him too much).

but imagine during one of their arguments, Nami drags her out to go shopping at a island they stopped by, and she sees all these happy couples holding hands and being affectionate and just being sweet and soft with each other. she realizes…zoro is never sweet and soft with her. and he NEVER says I’m sorry (I imagine maybe she sees an arguing couple in the market, but the guy comes with flowers and an apology and it makes her wonder). She makes up her mind, she won’t take him back until he says those words, no matter what. I know this isn’t so descriptive, but I’d love to see you take on this! ❤️

⛥ﾟ・。 pit

synopsis: time and time again zoro has forgotten about your outings, leaving you dressed up and alone on several occasions. but after nami witnesses it in person, she finally puts her foot down... and you finally confront your swordsman.

cw: angst, very little comfort, happy-ish ending (left up for interpretation), zoro's kind of an asshole, nami's a girl's girl, reader is better than me.

a/n: listen to promise by laufey or casual by chappell roan if you want the full experience. i've never written a trifling zoro before this was crazy

"Why don't you stop wasting my time and give me a real discount?" Nami asked, firmly slamming her fist on the counter.

"Please don't be angry! I'm doing my best!" the cashier apologized, "But, c'mon, I can't take fifty percent off no matter how much you buy. They're marked down enough already!"

The man looked to be on the brink of tears, and you couldn't help but snicker.

"Nami, leave the poor man alone..." you smiled, feeling a little bad for him, "He's just doing his job. And besides, it's not like you can't afford it."

"Nope," she denied, popping the p as she grabbed another humongous pile of clothes. "It's the principle of the matter, (y/n). If I have the option to pay for something half-off, why would I pay full price?"

"They're not half-off!"

"Besides..." her gaze drifted to your outfit, a small pout settling on her lips as she looked you up and down with saddened eyes. "I can see that you are clearly trying to out-glam me, so I gotta glam back!"

She turned to the cashier, placing down the new pile.

"You drive a hard bargain. I'll buy these, too. But I want ninety percent off."

The man nearly fainted and you laughed, surprised by Nami's playful rivalry.

"Nami, you've owned more clothes than I've ever worn. I think it's safe to say that between the two of us, you're the one that's out-glamming me," you assured, resting your cheek in your palm as you leaned on the counter.

"But look at you!" she playfully whined. "Your outfit is killer! And your hair is on point, too!"

Though, just as quick as she examined your outfit, she realized that it was really good.

Too good to be shopping in.

"Wait, (y/n), were you supposed to be going somewhere? Why are y—"

The moment your face fell, the glimmer in your eyes dimming at the memory, reality finally donned on the navigator, hitting her like a sea train at top speed.

He did it again.

Anger rushed through the woman's veins like wildfire, her face not even attempting to conceal her fury as it twisted into an expression of absolute rage.

You knew it all too well.

"Nami, ple—" "I'll KILL HIM!"

The clothes on the counter were suddenly a thing of the past as the red-haired woman drew her Clima-Takt and stormed toward the exit of the boutique, the dangerous aura she was emanating sending a shiver down even your spine.

Like magnets, everything began to click for the woman.

The beautiful outfit.

The done-up hair.

The glum look on your face.

'That bastard stood her up again!'

That's why you had been wandering around town aimlessly.

You were waiting for him.

This scenario had become commonplace over the past several months you and the green-haired swordsman had been dating, much to Nami's severe indignation.

It was always the same.

You and Zoro would plan a date.

Zoro would get caught up training, or get caught up drinking, or just plain, old fucking forget.

You would end up alone, having gone through all the trouble and embarrassment.

She would have to console you, and you would have to keep her from bashing his head in.

Then you'd have to face the jerk the next day, who, instead of apologizing, simply acted like nothing ever happened.

As if the entire ship see how utterly crushed you were.

And then the whole cycle would repeat the following week.

Nami was sick of it.

'This shit ends today.'

"Nami, please! It's not worth it!" you ran out the store and after her, grabbing onto her arm. "It's not gonna change anything!"

"The hell it isn't!" she barked, brows cinched tightly together. "(y/n), I won't stand for this anymore! This is what?! The twentieth time?!"

"Twenty-third... but I'm not counting..." you corrected, meekly.

"(Y/N)!"

"I know! I know!" you sighed, plopping yourself down on the curb, defeated. "I don't know what's wrong with me..."

"There's nothing wrong with you! There's something wrong with him not realizing just how much of a fucking catch you are!" she groaned, exasperatedly, as she threw her hands in the air. "Twenty-three times, that bastard... I oughta chip his swords twenty-three times."

"I guess... I just don't get why..." you mumbled, looking down at your lap with glassy eyes. "Is it me? Am I doing something wrong?"

Nami turned to you, heart aching at your saddened form.

"Don't think that for another second!" she denied, quickly moving to take a seat next to you, pulling you into a small side hug. "You've done absolutely nothing to deserve this. Zoro's just being a real jackass."

"But there has to be some reason," you attempted to rationalize, tone rising. "Does he not care? Am I just that insignificant that he can't even waste an hour or two to spend time with me? His girlfriend?"

"That's what I've been saying!" Nami agreed, loudly, calling the attention of some passersby. "(y/n), you've given him chance after chance after chance, and he still hasn't cleaned up his act."

She gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, flashing you a sincere smile.

"I'm not saying you have to break up with him, unless that's what you want to do, but I'm saying that you really need to realize just how amazing you are, and hold him accountable for his actions."

Shooting up from her seat, she stood before you, pointing a manicured finger at your chest.

"You're the prize, girl! You're strong, smart, kind, compassionate, and drop-dead gorgeous! What guy wouldn't want that!" she turned to a few of the men passing by, a smile on her face. "Right?"

"YES!" they cheered, eagerly.

Your face burned with embarrassment.

"Nami!"

"You get my point!" she laughed, resting her hand on her hip. "You deserve someone who will treat you like the princess you are. Whether that's Zoro or not is up to you, but know that his track record begs to differ..."

Taking a moment, you let her words sink in, your confidence rising slowly but surely.

Maybe you were that great...

Maybe you did deserve more...

Maybe it was time to start anew...

"Y'know what... you're right! It's time for a change!" you smiled, slowly standing up from the curb. "No more tears!"

"Nope!" Nami cheered, proudly.

"No more excuses!"

"None of 'em!"

"No more pretending!"

"Not around here!"

"From now on, I'm gonna start living life for me! And if that means going out clubbing tonight and getting drunk to forget my problems, then so be it!"

"Y'know what, I'll take it! Let's go!" Nami squealed, the two of you quickly charging back into the boutique.

You couldn't fight off your smile, your shoulders feeling like an insurmountable weight had been lifted off them.

For the first time in a while, things didn't seem so bleak.

"Ooo, I think I saw the perfect revenge dress for you, (y/n)! It's gorgeous!"

Walking out of the girls' quarters, you felt like a million bucks—and were probably wearing it too with the amount of money you and Nami spent in town.

But price be damned, the result was phenomenal.

The provocative dress.

The decadent perfume.

The glittering jewelry.

The leg-extending heels.

You were absolutely breath-taking.

Not to say that you weren't before, but just significantly more so.

The dress itself was just the right amount of short, and helped carve out your curves deliciously.

Your hair was done courtesy of the ship's archaeologist, its style elegant yet loose to fit the club scene you were going to.

And your skin was practically glowing thanks to the oils Nami had picked up in the market.

So, it was safe to say you were at least a quadruple threat.

Looking down at yourself, you smiled, feeling like the prettiest woman in the world.

No longer concerned with the feelings of others, or the wrong-doings of yourself, you felt freer than you'd ever had.

And you had Nami to thank for it all.

'For finally knocking some sense into me...'

Sensing someone's presence, you pulled yourself out of your thoughts, only to see your swordsman standing right before you.

His eyes dragged over your body, almost analytically, a grin rising to his lips.

It seemed he finished his training early...

"Where are you goin' all dressed up?" he smirked, his hand coming up to rest on your hip, pulling you closer. "You look good... an' smell good, too."

Quickly, you pushed yourself out of his grasp, your legs pressing forward to stride across the balcony, leaving the him to stand there, surprised.

You had never pushed him away before, much less ignored him.

'What the hell?'

"What's the matter with you?" Zoro's voice lowered an octave, brows furrowed in confusion as he followed after you.

You didn't answer, keeping your gaze trained ahead as you pressed on, heading toward the stairs that led off the Sunny.

"(y/n)," he tried again, voice slightly firmer, as he grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. "(y/n), what the hell's your problem? Where are you going?"

Harshly, you flung his hand off, brows slowly beginning to crease at his audacity.

He was acting like nothing happened.

Again.

He knew exactly why you were fucking upset, but was making the choice to completely ignore it in favor of acting stupid and playing in your face.

Your jaw set tight, all your thoughts grinding to a screeching halt.

For the first time ever, anger and resentment began to claw at your chest, your hand itching to rise up and slap him right across the cheek.

Enough was enough.

"Don't fuckin' touch me," you spat, voice dripping with venom as you went back to walking. "I don't wanna see you right now."

"See me?" his brows furrowed as his finger pointed toward his chest, now even more confused. "The hell did I do?!"

Or maybe he was just fucking stupid...

Either way, you finally cracked.

"IT'S WHAT YOU DON'T DO, ZORO!" you roared, whipping back around to face him, the man flinching at your volume. "FOR GOD'S SAKE, IT'S ALWAYS BEEN WHAT YOU DON'T DO!"

The leak in the dam of your heart had finally turned into a full-on flood, and you were now outpouring months upon months upon months of pent up anger.

"You stand me up! You forget our dates! You make it abundantly clear that you would much rather spend the day nursing a sake bottle than with me!" you scoffed, throwing an exasperated hand in the air. "Do you even remember what we were supposed to do today?!"

The swordsman paused a moment, scouring his brain for recollection of the event.

"Hey, Zo'," you piped up from your spot in the corner, shutting the book Robin had loaned you. "I'm gettin' kinda hungry. You wanna grab lunch?"

He nodded, grinding out another squat as he lowered his knees to a ninety-degree angle, somehow perfectly controlling the two ton weight on his back.

"Yeah, you go on ahead," he grunted, holding the position. "I'll catch up. Gonna finish up this set."

"'Kay," you nodded, flashing him an eager smile. "I'll meet you at that sushi place we saw in town."

Zoro's eye shot wide, a sudden sense of dread sinking in his stomach as he finally remembered.

"Oh, shit..."

"Yeah... Oh, shit," you scoffed, turning to head off the ship. "I'm done with this..."

"Woah, woah, woah, wait a minute," he grabbed your arm once again, pulling you back. "(y/n), it was an accident... I didn't mean it."

"How the hell am I supposed to know that?! You never fucking apologize!" you yelled, jerking sharply away from his grasp. "At least that way it could seem like you're at least trying to pretend you care about me!"

"Of course, I care about you, (y/n)!"

"YOU CERTAINLY DON'T ACT LIKE IT!" your voice cracked.

He halted, expression falling and chest tugging with pain as a few stray tears fell down your cheeks.

You were hurting... bad.

And it was all his fault.

All of the times he left you hanging, all of the times he screwed up.

They were all coming back to haunt him, each one doubling the weight of the sinking pit in his stomach.

How could he have not seen?

You had been so patient with him—never raising your voice, never holding a grudge—and he supposed his mind had unconsciously took that as the green-light to proceed.

Granted, he never forgot anything or stood you up out of malice or actual lack of care.

It just... slipped his mind.

Though, in that, he could see where his thinking was flawed, and where you could find a problem.

"Am I... just that forgettable to you?" you asked, voice suddenly small.

Zoro snapped himself out of his thoughts, eye wide at your tone.

It sounded so distant.

"Of course, not, (y/n)," he quickly denied, lurching forward to hold you out of instinct. "I—"

But you stepped back, avoiding his grasp as your arms raised to hug yourself, hoping to keep everything together.

"Every time I look at you, I feel more alone," you continued, letting out a few sniffles. "I'm always, always reaching out to you, always down for whatever you want to do. But you just... never reach back... and you don't even bother to apologize..."

Glancing out at the sunset, you fought off the wobble of your lip, hugging yourself even tighter.

"Zoro... I can't be with someone that doesn't care about me..."

That's when everything suddenly came to a screeching halt.

Zoro felt like the words cut right through his chest, tearing through his heart and opening it up like force hell-bent on making him see.

He'd rarely felt this feeling, but he knew what it was instantly.

Fear.

"(y/n), don't do this," he started, panic slowly spiking in his veins. "I'm sorry for being such an idiot... but we can work this out. This doesn't have to be... it doesn't have to end like this..."

"But it does," you countered, quickly. "It isn't like this is your first time doing this, Zoro... or your third... or your tenth... or even your twentieth."

You scoffed, half-laughing at the situation.

"If I hadn't said anything, you probably would've made it to thirty."

Zoro's chest stung at the comment, the man almost letting out a wince.

It was harsh... but not without truth.

"I'm freeing myself of all of this, Zoro. I deserve better," you stated, firmly, slowly regaining your confidence as you turned away, heading for the stairs. "This conversation is over. And thanks to you, I'm late."

The swordsman looked just about ready to shit his pants, the finality of your words scaring him more than any enemy.

You were his girl.

His best friend.

His ray of sunshine.

Seeing you so upset, so jaded, because of his actions?

He felt like shit.

And, in that moment, he honestly wanted nothing more than to hold you.

To shower you with a thousand apologies.

To make it up to you in any and every way he could possible conceive.

But you were slipping through his fingers like smoke, blowing father and farther away.

"(y/n)... please..." he tried one final time, voice softer than you'd ever heard it before as he carefully grabbed your wrist.

And you nearly broke, the sound of his voice pulling a sharp string on your heart, nearly making you take everything back.

But Nami's words from earlier replayed in your mind, and you fought the feeling, pulling your arm away.

You had to stay strong, for both your sakes.

"We're done, Zoro," you finished, finally descending down the steps. "I'm moving on."

The swordsman watched as you disappeared in front of him, now suddenly feeling as if you were worlds away.

He'd finally done it.

He'd pushed you over the edge.

And rather than feeling angry or upset, or even sorry for himself, he felt empty.

Truly and utterly empty.

The rest of the crew watched from cracked doors and open windows as the man stood there, staring at the place you had once stood like he was in a trance.

Nobody wanted things to turn out this way.

It was clear as day that the both of you loved each other a great deal... but Zoro needed this.

He needed the wake up call.

And now that he was presented with all the necessary truth, he could finally work toward remedying the situation; and, by the will of the Gods, making up his dizzying amount of transgressions against you.

It would be hard work, and for the first time in his life, he would have to be completely vulnerable.

But the crew believed in him.

And the crew believed in you, too.

The both of you would come back from this stronger than ever.

And Zoro would come back to the crow's nest with a calendar hanging front and center on the door.

Courtesy of the ship's navigator.

#zorosangell #one piece #one piece x reader #roronoa #roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro #zoro x reader #op

538 notes · View notes

kislnd · 10 months ago

Text

silent treatment - george clarke~

synopsis: george leaves y/n wondering what their relationship is, a brief encounter between them gives him the chance to clarify.

notes: noticing i clearly love a cheeky fwb plot 😭 i promise i have other plots stored in the drafts (also the fact this was not the george fic i was talking about in my previous post loool expect that one eventually)

requests are also open!

warnings: slightly mature & angsty, mentions of alcohol

word count: ~2.9k

masterlist

y/n found herself mindlessly checking her notifications yet again. as expected, there was nothing new. stop it, pull yourself together, she mentally cursed herself - never in a million years did she think a man could have this effect on her. usually she was fairly good at moving on, independence had always been her thing, but this time it was definitely different and she didn't know why. quite frankly it was scary, although she did feel like this unexplored territory was equally exciting as it was terrifying. over the past week y/n had been unable to shake him from her mind, flashes of their time spent together plague her mind - the way his hands felt on her body, the look in his eyes before he kissed her, the way he tasted. memories like those couldn't simply go away, nor did she really want them to.

"you're just being pathetic now," she said aloud to herself, "and now you're talking to yourself like a crazy person." y/n knew she needed to get out and get her mind off him, which once again, she did think was a little pathetic - it's not like she was going through a break up or anything nearly as painful as she was making it out to be. she shook away her thoughts and pulled out her phone, this time ignoring all of her notifications, and any thoughts of george, and opened a group chat of her closest girlfriends.

is anyone down to come out for drinks tonight?

she hit send on the message and waited, realistically she knew her friends were always raring to come out so their replies wouldn't be anything she didn't already know. more often than not they were the ones to drag y/n out for some fresh air. sure enough after a few minutes most of them had replied with a series of excited agreements.

the evening came around quickly. luckily y/n had already raided her entire wardrobe earlier in the day in a bid to distract herself, so her outfit was ready along with the right shoes to match. she had even gone as far as scouring pinterest for a few makeup looks that would compliment the colours of her outfit.

living near the centre of london had both its pros and cons but right now, y/n was just thankful that her walk to the chosen bar was only very short. as she stood in front of the establishment nerves crept up inside her. what even was there to be nervous about? it was just another evening out with her friends, people she had known forever. moreover, she had been to this exact bar several times, hell she could probably even name the regulars at this point. "sorry, excuse me," a low voice came from behind her, causing her to jump to the side. "sorry," she mumbled, glancing at the man who appeared to be carrying far more cocktails than his hands could comfortably allow. the night was getting cooler now and she anticipated her friends were probably waiting for her inside and had been for some time, either that or they were watching the whole ordeal from the window and would laugh at her later. you'll feel better once you get inside, y/n told herself and with that, she turned and walked briskly to the entrance.

her friends were not hard to find, despite not even being drunk yet they managed to be some of the loudest people in the room. y/n smiled at the sounds of their chattering and squeezed through the hoards of people swarming the bar to reach their table and sat down with them. for the first time in a week, she finally felt at ease, like she could fully loosen up with no worries.

"can you get me another vodka coke please?" y/n's friend pleaded for the third time, drawing out the 'e'. "god you do whinge," y/n rolled her eyes playfully, "but i will, only if you promise to shut up." the group laughed, a little too hard - at that moment y/n could confirm she was the most sober there. however, it was out of self preservation. she knew in the morning everything would come flooding back to her and she didn't fancy wallowing in her own pity with a headache. the bar was quite empty, y/n thought, especially in comparison to how it had been earlier, but that was definitely because everyone else was too drunk to not be up dancing. she was honestly grateful there was a clear path towards a bartender who didn't appear to be serving anyone.

"hi, could i get a vodka coke please?" she asked the bartender, who she could now see was mopping up a puddle of what was probably various alcohols. "sure, just give me one sec." the bartender smiled and continued soaking the puddle up. "no problem," y/n shot him a warm smile and leant against the bar, watching intently. judging by the sheer volume of liquid she didn't anticipate 'one sec' would be anything remotely close to one second.

"excuse me mate," y/n was ripped from her thoughts by an uncomfortably familiar voice, one that she simultaneously craved hearing and never wanted to hear again. she snapped her head around to the opposite end of the bar, where she spotted him. george was stood, trying to get the attention of another bartender who was busy shelving some bottles. she wasn't sure if this was some kind of sick joke, the one person she was trying to get away from had somehow magically appeared in front of her. if there was a god, she was sure he was punishing her. naturally, her bartender was still busy with the puddle - a puddle that was barely even visible now. why he couldn't leave the droplets for a moment and serve her, y/n didn't understand. she couldn't wait to get away from the bar and he wouldn't be able to conjure the drink up in a split second. to be honest, she wasn't even sure she cared to return to her table with the drink.

y/n couldn't help but steal another glance at george. he was still just as attractive, if not more attractive than she remembered. the way his biceps flexed as he rested his arms on the edge of the bar, his perfect smile as he thanked the bartender for the drink... y/n knew she should tear her eyes away from him but she just couldn't do it. she was weak and not even sorry about it.

her eyes widened as she realised not only was george staring dead at her, he was also drawing closer to her. everything inside her was telling her to run away, run away from this man who didn't even have the decency to reply to her messages, run away from this man who gave her such mixed signals she didn't even know if he loved or hated her. yet her feet seemed unable to budge, the alarm bells ringing in her head were not enough to sway her heart.

"if your mouth opens any wider, you'll dislocate your jaw," george chuckles, placing his drink down at the bar. "that's hilarious," y/n says in the flattest, most sarcastic tone she could manage. "what?" george quirks an eyebrow at her in genuine confusion, standing up and moving closer to her. "i said-" y/n began but abruptly stopped as george placed his hands on her hips and guided her towards the door.

"what are you doing?" y/n swore her heart stopped, how could the same man that had been ghosting her be so comfortable with touching her like that? did he not feel any shame? in a matter of moments, a rush of cold air washed over y/n as george led her out of the threshold of the bar, and it wasn't unpleasant. "the music was too loud, i couldn't hear anything you were saying," he said, walking over to some seating and gesturing for her to join him. y/n followed him and took a seat opposite him but stayed silent, she wasn't sure she wanted to speak to him, nor did she even know what to say.

"what brings you to the bar?" george asks, trying to alleviate some of the awkwardness. he genuinely did want to talk to y/n but wasn't sure how or what to say to her, so settling on a generic question like that seemed to be his best bet. "avoiding you actually," y/n almost laughs at the situation, she was also very aware that inside the bar there would be a confused bartender likely with a vodka coke ready for absolutely no one to receive, "but it seems you just appear and disappear as you please." now it was george that stayed silent for a moment, "i deserved that."

"too right, now if you'll excuse me, i have a drink waiting for me inside," y/n stands up to leave, she was not in the mood for this conversation. if george could easily ignore her for days on end then her leaving one conversation for another day would be more than reasonable. "wait y/n-" george stands up quickly and grabs her arm, "can you please hear me out?" genuine hurt could be heard in his voice, for a second y/n thought about just jumping into his arms and telling him she forgave him. that thought was only fleeting though, she decided to retain her dignity and just listen to what he had to say instead. this is for me, not him, she affirmed in her mind before turning back towards him, "fine."

"this might sound really stupid," george starts, "but it's true and i can't believe i am even about to say it." y/n nods hesitantly, she wasn't sure how he could make himself seem any more stupid. "i guess i'm not used to feeling this way, like," he pauses, "properly in love." y/n was dumbfounded, she opened her mouth to speak but no words would dare come out. "i got scared and tried to hide. and in the process hurt you," george looks at her with sad eyes, pleading her to say something. "what you're saying is that you couldn't reply because you love me? like love love me?" y/n could no longer hide her shock, in fact she was beginning to question if this was even actually happening. "i guess so?" george scratches the back of his neck nervously, "look, i'm sorry. i didn't intend to ghost you, i just didn't want to scare you by coming off too strong." he moves closer and tucks a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, "you're the first person i have been fully serious about." silence hung over them, y/n really did think for a second that she was going to pass out.

"i don't know if you are believing me," george sighs, defeated. "please say something." y/n tried to find her words, too much had just happened and she needed a moment to process it. the truth is she did believe him, she knew deep down all along that he was a good guy. "prove it." y/n says with a grin, "prove that you're as serious as you say you are." george raises an eyebrow at her sudden change of tone, "are you sure you can handle it?" a cocky smile forming on his face. "absolutely," y/n giggles, "do your worst."

without wasting another moment, george presses his lips to hers harshly. the kiss was hungry and desperate, like he had waited entirely too long to taste her again and he needed it. his tongue slips into her mouth, savouring every inch of it. this kiss was different, before they had been lustful, open mouthed, sloppy kisses - the kind that happened in the heat of the moment - but this kiss was so slow and so sensual and y/n could feel george pouring so much love into it that she felt it would be impossible to break apart from him.

george pulls away first to catch his breath. "is that enough proof?" he smirks, looking at her with blown out pupils, slightly swollen lips and pink dusting his cheeks. "i'm not sure, i might need a second one to confirm," y/n smiles cheekily, george rolls his eyes but bends down to lightly peck her on the lips. "there is more where that came from by the way," he laughs, "this just isn't the ideal setting."

"hopefully we can do this again sometime," she wiggles her eyebrows at him and laughs, "but we should really get inside, it's freezing," y/n ushers him back towards the entrance, "and i was supposed be back at my table with my friend's drink probably like half an hour ago." george's eyes widened, "oh god. she'll think you died en route or something!" truthfully, y/n was hardly worried about that, she knew her friends could be dramatic when they were drunk but she strongly doubted they were about to file a missing persons report or anything of the sort. "i'll just act naturally don't worry." she grins, "i'm good at that."

"yeah sure, really natural of you to spend an excessive amount of time staring at me from across the bar and then freeze up the second i moved towards you." george returns the grin, "seriously, i could literally feel your eyes boring into my skull."

"so dramatic, i did not stare that hard!" y/n gave him a light slap on the arm, she was in fact completely aware that that was exactly what happened, but she definitely didn't realise she had been that obvious. "whatever you say sweetheart," george opens the door for her and they step inside. y/n glances at the bar, the bartender hadn't made her drink but she hadn't expected him to, after all she had disappeared for a while. "stay right here, i'm going to order the drink again and go back to my friends for a bit." george simply nodded and took a seat at the bar once more, y/n opted to ask the other bartender for the drink this time (the one george had been talking to) - she thought it might be too awkward to ask the original one again.

drink in hand, she made her way back to their table, much more easily than when she first arrived. most people had begun to go outside to cool off so it wasn't nearly as packed in the booths where they were situated. "there you go." y/n pushed the drink towards the girl who had asked for it. "did you get lost on the way?" her friend giggles, slightly slurring her words. i'm sure she had a steady flow of drinks coming her way even without the one i ordered, y/n sighs, how was she going to explain this? it would've been even harder to explain her absence had she spent extra time outside mulling over what excuse to tell them but the lack of forethought also left her in a sticky situation. "you don't need to answer!" another of her friends grins almost evilly, "we can tell exactly what happened." y/n could feel her cheeks heating up, "what do you mean?" she answered, admittedly in a shakier voice than she was hoping for. without another word, the girl thrust her phone up at y/n's face with the camera open. "see?" she folded her arms and sat back in satisfaction.

"oh." y/n found that was the only word she was capable of uttering in that moment. her kiss with george had managed to smear her lip gloss and some of her lipstick around her lips in such a drastic way that it was painfully obvious what they had been doing. "for god's sake!" y/n quickly returned the phone and started in the direction of the bar where george, she assumed, would still be waiting for her.

"you didn't think to tell me about this?!" she hissed, gesturing broadly to her lips. george could only laugh, it had been only dimly lit outside of the bar so he wouldn't have been able to tell and y/n had taken off so abruptly with the drink that he hadn't even had a chance to fit a word in. "at least everyone knows now." george shrugs and gently holding her face and pressing the pad of his thumb over her lips, gently wiping away excess lip gloss (not much could be done about the coloured streaks of lipstick, at least not without a makeup wipe). y/n rolls her eyes, it was impossible to stay mad at him. "so much for twenty four hour ultra long wear lipstick," she grumbles. "shhh, i can't clean it up if you keep talking," george chuckles, giving her lips one final wipe, "there. all done."

"thank you," she smiles brightly, "i won't be buying this lipstick again that's for sure."

"you know," george pauses, "it would really be a shame if someone were to mess it up again,"

"save that for later!" y/n grins, giving him a kiss on the cheek instead before turning to go back to her friends. she could hear george protesting as she walked away, smiling to herself. this time she knew she would absolutely be hearing from him later.

#george clarke #george clarkey #uk youtubers #george clarke imagine #george clarkey imagines #george clarke x reader #george clarkey x reader #george clarke fics #george clarke fluff

441 notes · View notes

dollesung · 4 months ago

Note

hi!! ur overstimulating hee work made me feel smth fr what about edging bratty jake? (personally i think this is kinda ooc cuz i dont think he'd be bratty but) 🙈 he definitely whimpers and tries to push you away.. 🙏🙏🙏

JAKE IS CAPABLE OF BEING BRATTY . . . <3

MORE UNDER THE CUT.

jake has been and always was a good pup. his obedience was one of the things you loved the most about him. he’s never one to defy your word.

however, sometimes he gets bored. sometimes, he likes to test the limit of your patience.

“puppy,” you coo, tugging the leash in your hand, connected to jake’s collar. “speak louder.”

he’s lying against the bed with his hands tied above him on the headboard. a vibrator is pressed against his leaking cock, causing him to thrash as he tries to both capture more and escape the torturous friction. you’ve been edging the poor pup for a straight hour now.

“please, nnh!” jake whines, unable to keep quiet as you continue to press the toy against his cock. “i-i’m buh, begging! master p-please—!”

“hush now,” you tsk. “you asked for this, remember? told ‘ya to be a good boy ‘nd what did you do, exactly?”

you never wanted to admit it, but you secretly loved it everytime jake acted out. it was so incredibly rare, since jake lived for praise and always wanted to please you.

but during times like these, as much as he loved to test your patience, you loved being able to test just how much he could take before he broke.

you pressed the toy on the underside of his dick, tugging at the leash to make him speak.

“b-broke, ahn, a rule—“ he said between gasps. “t-touched my—, hnnnnn, m-myself without ma-master’s perm— shiiit, permission!”

you hummed, pleased at his answer. “good job, puppy.”

“‘m close,“ jake warns with a pleading look. “f-fuck, please master.”

“oh, we can’t have that.” you tease, using your other hand to wrap a tight ring around the base of his cock, keeping him from cumming. you keep the vibrator against his dick.

“please,” jake begged, pulling at his restraints as he stared directly into your eyes. there were a few tears running down his cheeks, and his face was so blotchy from crying.

“please what, baby?”

“lemme cum— ple—ase!” voice breaking, his back arches with a cry as you press the toy against his tip, watching the boy convulse even more.

you let out a mocking laugh. “no,” you said. “‘m not done punishing you, pup.”

NOTE. send more requests i am BEGGING 🤲🏻

#𐙚 ────── 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒈.𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 #𐙚 ────── 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒈.𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 #divider by cafekitsune #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen drabbles #enhypen headcanons #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #sub enhypen #sub jake #jake smut #enhypen thirsts

223 notes · View notes

tinum · 5 months ago

Note

Could I request Harumasa with an artist lover who loves making him their muse?

You are a piece of work - Muse!Harumasu x Reader

Notes: Okay... first off, sorry for any errors. SECOND, I don't know if id did this ask the justice it deserves LOL i did this format instead of bullet points since i suck at those. If you enjoyed this, feel free to send in a request PLEASE PLEASE PLE

Everything Harumasa did was beautiful. No matter what it was, it always captivated you, sparking an inspiration like no other.

He was slumped back in his chair, his head resting on the top of the backrest. His clothes were wrinkled, and his tie was undone. Something about the sight brought humanity to the office's everyday dull look. It was a beautiful contrast, a breath of life in a place where nature did not dare to thrive.

You couldn't help but lift your pen and begin to sketch. Drawing Harumasa came naturally. A few strokes and glances turned into your head glued to the page in a flow state. Too caught up in your art, you didn't even notice him stirring.

"Oh, what's this?" He spoke, now looming over your shoulder, a teasing smirk on his face.

"It's you." You respond simply. Your art was not something you were embarrassed about. You feel no shame for drawing that which you find beautiful.

"Hm..? But you've drawn me like that so many times." A quick pout forms on his face before being replaced with a smirk.

He swiveled your chair away from your desk, replacing your view of the desk with his. "How about this? I'll get my bow and pose for you."

You raise an eyebrow, "but I'm not done with my other piece yet."

"Oh, c'mon, it's a win-win! I get to do a super cool pose, and you get more time to look." He wiggles his eyebrows.

You couldn't help but scoff out a laugh. A tempting offer as it was, you could never have it in your heart to abandon your work. "I don't draw you just for an excuse to look at you."

He practically deflates. The archer pose he had taken, now weak from your words. "Huh? Then why do you draw me?"

"It's not just to ogle at you," you said, getting up from your seat and walking towards him. "I draw you because you deserve to be captured." Your hand stroked his cheek tenderly, starkly contrasting the silly conversation just moments ago.

"Well…" He shrugs his shoulders, a deep flush on his face. "That's a good enough answer for me!" He walks back to his chair with a genuine smile and a newfound pep in his step. "Make sure to draw me super cool!"

You shake your head, smiling; it seems he forgot the sketch was already started. "You're already super cool."

"Woah! slow your roll! My heart can only handle so much!"

#zenless zone zero #zenless zone zero x reader #zzz #zzz x reader #asaba harumasa #asaba harumasa x reader #asaba #asaba x reader #harumasa #harumasa x reader #zzz asaba harumasa #zzz asaba #zzz harumasa #harumasa fluff #asaba fluff #x reader #reader insert #fluff

279 notes · View notes

pearl-nouveau · 10 months ago

Text

A Woman's Purpose - Cregan Stark x Reader [chapter three]

summary: After a sudden betrothal, you consider what a future in Winterfell may look like.

warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving durr), referenced baela x jace, slight timeline alterations

a/n: i feel weird writing smut even though i am an adult and i was writing UNGODLY things as a sixteen-year-old virgin half a decade ago. lmk if you enjoy because i don't have anything else written so if i'm going to keep writing i want to know that it's going to be read!

Cregan wasted no time trying to get me accustomed to Winterfell. As we entered the gates, he led me through with a protective hand on my back, steering me towards the stables first. He introduced me to his horse, Stormfighter, and I smiled at his excitement over the creature. It reminded me of my feelings about Vermithor.

"You shall have as many horses as you wish," he told me, "perhaps a cream-colored one would pair well with mine. But I suppose you already have a dragon."

"Yes, Vermithor is a good form of transportation. I find horses rather slow now."

He laughed. "I shall build a dragonpit for Vermithor, if you wish it."

I smiled gently. He was so eager to please me. "He is much too big, I'm afraid. He will have to find a nest outside like Aemond's dragon, Vhagar."

"Ah. Not as easy as having a small dragon like your brother's, but perhaps more impressive."

"Vermithor's wingspan creates shadows over entire towns." I knew I was boasting, but Cregan's eyes widened with approval nevertheless.

"Impressive indeed."

He took me within the palace walls, through warm hallways and into a communal dining hall where Stark bannermen laughed together merrily. One of them noticed Cregan enter, and the group regarded him with respectful My Lord's. I observed a few kitchen girls gossiping by the fire, unafraid of their Lord's presence. It pleased me to think that my future husband was a welcome presence to the people who worked beneath him. The tranquility of the scene put my mind at ease.

"I know Winterfell is less grand than you are used to," he admitted wearily, "but I will do anything to ensure your comfort here."

"You are Warden of the North and take care of your people with ease and no complaint," I turned to him, "there is no greater comfort to me than a Lord husband with a gentle heart."

"Lord husband?"

Jacaerys' voice startles you. He has crept up behind the two of you, and you are suddenly aware of the weight of Cregan's hand still on your lower back.

"Jace," I flushed, "we... I..."

The words were lost in my mouth, but before me stood my brother, and words were not necessary. He smiled at me and I returned the grin knowing that he understood what had come to pass. He brought me in for a hug.

"Congratulations," he told me, pulling back and kissing my head. He moved to Cregan and, to my surprise, brought him in for a hug as well. "Brother." he said happily.

"Thank you, my prince." Cregan stood tall in front of him, pride radiating from him. "We will have a celebratory dinner tonight in the great hall."

"I shall send a raven to my mother." Jace said this with a smile and walked off, but I watched Cregan's expression darken.

"What is it, qēlos?" I touched his face without thinking. He leaned into my fingertips.

"I realized I never asked your mother permission for your hand," he said, "I was so caught up in the thrill of being yours that..."

"It matters not, it was always my choice." I said firmly. I could tell it still bothered him. "What can I do to make it better?" He thought for a moment.

"Allow me to come with you to Dragonstone, at the appropriate time. Let me meet the queen and pledge myself to her and you in person. And then..." he trailed off, as if afraid to overstep.

"Yes?"

"I hoped we could have a ceremony in the traditions of House Targaryen. Bind ourselves to one another by blood. If it pleases you."

For him to think of my house and my culture and not only his own made me awash with emotion.

"It does please me." I whispered, placing a sweet kiss to his lips. He pulled back.

"What did that word mean?" My brows furrowed at his question.

"What word?"

"The one you said earlier, qua, queh..."

"Qēlos." I told him. "It means star."

He hummed and repeated the word under his breath.

I sought some alone time with Jace so we could talk before my betrothal to Cregan was announced at dinner. I found him in the library of Winterfell, flipping through an old history book. He looked up as I came in.

"Sister," he greeted, "the Maester suggested I read up on the history of our houses' relationships with one another. That is, the Targaryens and the Starks."

"I hope it's good."

He smiled. "Even if it wasn't, this marriage would surely do the trick." He stood up, removing his focus from the book below him. "Cregan is a powerful man, little dragon. In many ways. He commands a population that our ancestors have found very hard to control in the past. The North is loyal not to their Warden, but to their Lord Stark. His involvement could mean victory for mother."

I scoffed, suddenly annoyed. I was newly engaged and he could still only talk politics. "Well, what do you suggest I do? Suck his cock every time mother wants a thousand men? I won't be her pawn, I am going to be the Lady of Winterfell."

"I only mean that you now sit beside one of our most important fighters. I... I suppose I don't know what I meant telling you that. I just mean that it pleases me to see you with such an accomplished man. And... I like Cregan. He is good, and you deserve a good man."

"I did worry, at first, that he only asked for my hand because mother sought something from him. But he asked for my hand all those years ago, in a letter he sent me after his time in King's Landing."

"What? Why did you never respond?"

I flushed. "I never opened the letter."

Jace began to cackle. "You're a fool, sister."

"I know." I snapped at him, slapping his shoulder. I sat down in a chair across the table from him, prompting him to sit as well. "I don't think I would have said yes if I had, though."

"Why not?"

I sighed. "I was not ready, and I knew not what he wanted from me."

"What does he want from you?" Jace was prodding, and I was letting it happen. I looked down at my hands.

"Everything. My heart and soul. I haven't been ready to give it. I have been too afraid that I would give it to the wrong person, or they would capture it and I would never be free again. But I feel free with him. He wants nothing from me, but to love me. And I know if I ask for my soul back, he will give it to me. But I want him to have it. I trust him."

A tear shot down my cheek, taking me by surprise. I didn't realize I had started crying. Jace was still smiling at me. I loved when he smiled, and I had the feeling it would only become more rare. So I returned it, and we were happy together for a moment.

"When will you wed?" He asked curiously.

"I have no idea. But Cregan has asked to visit mother in Dragonstone and have a ceremony of her house there."

"That will please her greatly."

I nodded. "Part of me wants it to be slow, so that I can ease into being married. But part of me cannot wait another day. Part of me just wants to be near him, close to him, always." I blushed, realizing what I was insinuating. But Jacaerys was nodding in agreement.

"You know, you can wait as long as you want. You don't have to wait for the rest, not really."

"What?" I sputtered. He so casually and simply dismantled a norm that had been thrust at us our entire lives. More specifically, me.

"No one really knows what happens behind closed doors." He shrugged.

"Oh hush, Jace, you only say that because you are a man." I bit.

His face reddened. "Very well, but you have never heard me presume to say that a woman's virtue is ruined alongside her maidenhood."

"Only old men still believe that."

"Exactly. Look, I know how much of a change this is from what you convinced yourself you always wanted. Take a few moons to settle in before you marry him. If anything happens naturally between you two in that period... so be it. You are to be married anyhow."

I was amused by his candor. "My brother, the wildling." I teased. "Tell me, was this enlightened opinion developed when our depraved uncle took you to a brothel when you were ten and three?"

He rolled his eyes. "You know very well I was a child deathly frightened of women, and bedding brothel wenches is different than making love to your betrothed."

It clicked for me. "You mean to tell me that you and Baela..."

He looked at his lap, equally flustered and self-satisfied. As much as it irked me to think of my brother in bed with someone, I found his admission heartwarming. After our grandsire's death, Dragonstone had been dreary and tense. We all walked the halls knowing that our days were numbered. To be unwilling to wait to be with the one you love when each day could be your last - it was romantic.

"Jace," I grinned at him. I kicked him under the table. "How? I mean, when?"

"Before grandsire died," he admitted, "We just... got caught up in the moment. But I don't regret it. Life is too short."He reached out across the table and playfully pressed his knuckles against my cheek in a faux-punch. "If you are choosing to be free, be free. We may be called into battle on the morrow."

I left our conversation feeling validated in a way I hadn't realized I needed to be. It made me want only one thing: to find my husband-to-be.

I found Cregan in the highest room of a round tower to walk to dinner together. He answered the door and I could tell he had been working from the papers strewn upon his desk. The room was set up as an office, with a small straw mattress in the corner. I guessed that he found himself sleeping here when overwhelmed with work.

"My beautiful wife," he greeted me, "almost. Come in."

He brought me in, sitting me in a cushioned chair across from his desk and leaning against that to observe me. I spoke. "I wanted to discuss the wedding. I was not sure how long you wanted our engagement to last, and I wondered how soon before we are married."

"I had not thought to discuss the details without you," he said, "you are, after all, meant to be in attendance as well."

His words always comforted me, and were always accompanied by a soft smile that I had only seen him give to me. "If it is alright, my Lord, I hoped to wait a few moons before we are wed. I suppose I have not yet come to terms with the reality of saying the vows."

"We can wait as many moons as you like, little dove. Years, if it is your wish."

I smiled up at him. "You are so easy. You truly have no quarrels?"

"Not if it would go against my Lady's desires." I stood. Our chests were inches apart. I could feel his hot breath on my face.

"There is nothing that you cannot wait for?"

He shuddered. His jaw tightened as if he were in pain. Suddenly, the unbreakable man had a crack running through his thick skin. I ran my fingers up his furs and toyed with the clasp, which carried the Stark sigil. I unclipped it slowly and his cloak fell to the floor.

"You don't have to wait to touch me," I told him. His eyes were burning holes through mine, darting every other breath to my lips. He bit his lip.

"I will not sully you, my princess," he said in a low voice. "I am an honorable man."

"And I am an honorable woman," I said firmly. "Therefore we do not dishonor each other."

"Your arithmetic is very confusing, my love."

"But it is correct."

He kissed me with a heat that his kisses had never held before. It was as if now I had given him permission to want me, he could no longer pretend he didn't. His hands roamed up my back, unclasping my cloak and moving to tangle in my hair. Teeth clashed against each other in a dance that we were both leading. One of his large hands came to rest at the base of my throat, then ran lower through the column of my breasts and then he finally moved to cup one. I gasped at the feeling of his fingers kneading at my flesh, slowing down when grazing over my nipple. He stopped kissing me only to flip us and place me on the desk, slotting his hips between my legs. I squealed as he pressed them open, the fabric of my dress falling between my thighs, but he quickly bunched it and moved my dress up past my hips. He smiled at the sight of my smallclothes.

"I'll have you naked in my bed soon," he grumbled, "but for now, I won't ruin the surprise. I will just give you a taste of the pleasure you shall have for the rest of your life."

His words made me whimper. He kneeled down in front of me, and a surge of embarrassment made me close my eyes as he grasped my undergarments and slid them down my legs. He must have noticed, because no more touches came after I was bare. I opened my eyes to his gaze.

"I want you to watch me please you," he said gently, more a request than a command. He kissed the inside of my thigh. My hip bone. Slowly, he grew closer to my center, keeping eye contact with me until his mouth connected with my core.

Oh.

So this was why people could not wait until after their marriage vows.

I gasped so loudly that he stopped for a moment until I gently grasped his hair and guided him back to where he was. I could feel him smiling down there and I almost laughed with joy. His tongue danced beautiful choreography against my cunt, expertly drawing pleasure from my body in a way I could never have imagined.

"Cregan... fuck, oh, yes," I could no longer control words from spilling from my mouth. He slowly stroked a finger at my entrance, looking back up at me to ask for permission as he gently prodded at my hole. I nodded and then moaned as his finger intruded me, and if I wasn't mistaken I could have sworn I heard him let out a moan as if it were his own cock that had penetrated me.

He continued to eat me like a starved man and with the addition of his finger slowly curling inside of me, I knew that something was about to explode within me. My stomach was tightening, my legs shaking and trying to clamp shut against Cregan's head. He fought against them with ease, pressing me further open and leaning into his meal, lapping it up like a wolf feasting on prey. He could feel my peak approaching and his tongue began to focus on my pearl, suckling and kissing the bud with tender care.

It was too much. My moans had morphed into screams of pleasure, and my hands were yanking at his hair so hard I had no idea how he wasn't hurt. With a few more well-placed licks against my pussy, I could feel myself at the edge.

"Cregan..." I could barely breathe, barely speak. "I'm-I'm-so, so close," I keened.

"You're perfect," he mumbled against me, "can't believe this is all mine." He dove back in on a mission and I began to fall.

"Oh, oh, yes..." I could only sigh as the tension snapped and a jolt ran through my body. It was electric, and Cregan held my body tightly as it shuddered. He stood slowly, caressing my legs as he did, and removing a handkerchief from his pocket, which he gently ran through my folds. I gasped, sensitive from my orgasm, grasping at his forearm. He only hushed me and kissed my brow. He moved my dress back down to protect my modesty, and picked my undergarments off the floor.

"I'll keep these as a reminder of the first of many times I ate my wife's cunt," he said, shoving them into his pocket. He picked me up from the desk and set me down in front of him. "How was that? Are you alright?"

I put my arms around his neck. "I have literally never been better."

“I am glad.” He said. He kissed me slowly, his arms absentmindedly running across every plane of my back, mapping the new terrain. "You are..." He looked at me the way people usually looked at me before calling me beautiful. But he said nothing. He only placed a peck on my forehead and fetched our cloaks from the floor, reclasping mine first and then his own.

"I am what?" I asked, now curious.

Cregan shrugged, leading me towards the door. "There isn't a word to describe it."

The silent walk that we took to the great hall was not awkward, but pensive. I liked the feeling of my arm wrapped around his underneath the cloaks. He always pulled me to his side, so he could feel the fabric of our clothes brushing together as we walked. Every few steps I could see him look down at me out of my peripheral vision. At one such time, I caught his gaze and we smiled at each other. He licked his lips slightly, and it reminded me that those same lips had so recently between my legs, and I blushed, my gaze falling to my feet.

"Thinking of something, dove?" He smirked.

"Just those lips of yours," I reached up and brushed his bottom one with my fingertip. "You've been blessed with a talented mouth."

"I am at your service, forever." He said seriously.

Forever. It seemed an easy enough thing to imagine with Cregan. He felt safe, he was devoted to me. He said he loved me. Could it be that easy? Just to give in to his love? It was tempting, but I sought clarity. What made him love, and why had he found it with me? What if I suddenly stopped doing the thing he loved? The darkest part of my heart told me that as we aged and my beauty faded, his interest in me would falter.

"Now you surely aren't thinking of me between your legs," he observed, "because you are frowning."

"Just wondering."

"About?"

I sighed. "Do you believe that love fades?"

"Sometimes." He said. His definitive answer stumped me and I could feel a flare of anger arise from it.

"Well, then," I hummed passive-aggressively. It was unbecoming, I knew, especially since I was trying to ascertain that he would not grow tired of my antics and regret our union. Instead of arguing, he chuckled.

"Why do you speak in riddles? Ask me what I know you have been wondering. I may be a dull Northerner but I am not dimwitted."

Even in humbling me he was gentle, his voice laced with amusement, as if any complaint I may have could be fixed as simply as commanding him.

"Why do you love me? I... I am afraid that whatever it is will fade, and you will grow tired of me. And..."

"And?"

"Forgive me."

"What?"

I felt hot tears behind my eyes but I clenched my teeth until they retreated. "Will I forever be your second wife? Not the mother of your children, either, only a... replacement? I'm sorry, my Lord, I should not target your late wife with my own insecurities."

He had stopped us in the hallway, boxing me against the wall and listening intently. Cregan drank every word I said up like honey. After I finished, his palm found my face and I saw the emotions swimming behind his eyes. I regretted terribly the possibility that I may have reopened past wounds.

"I believe love can fade sometimes, in the way that it has for my late wife." He sighed. "Her name was Arra. We were friends in childhood. When my parents suggested our union, her familiarity comforted me. I think that is what I loved about her. She was like home, like being a boy again. But I am no longer a boy." He took my hands. "I will miss Arra until the day I die because she was my friend and bore me a babe. But I did not choose her, and you have been my only thought since the moment I met you. In years of not hearing from you, not knowing if you would ever allow me to become close to you, I still loved you. Every night memories of your wit and bravery haunted me. Fuck, girl, you ruined me for any other woman. The thought of anyone else, for all those moons, was unthinkable. You could not fade from my heart if I tried to pluck you out with a knife."

I hadn't anything to say.

So I said, "I love you."

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #got imagine #got fanfiction #got fanfic #got #cregan stark #cregan stark x reader #cregan stark x you #cregan stark imagine #cregan stark fanfiction #cregan stark smut #cregan x reader

399 notes · View notes

darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months ago

Text

A Touch of Sweetness 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Loki Laufeyson

Sister series to mob!Thor

Summary: you make a new friend, but that’s not all. (short reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You lean forward to keep an eye on the moon. It glows brighter as the sky deepens around it. You always liked watching the sky. Your favourite mornings are when the full moon appears against that baby blue canvas.

You sit back, keeping the container of tarts steady on your lap, and instead focus on the streets. You don’t often go through these neighbourhoods. Truly, there isn’t much you do on your own. You were only ever your sister’s tag-along.

“You know, it isn’t often I drive anyone to my brother’s estate and see them leave so pleased,” Loki muses.

You glance at him, untangling his words. “Oh? But it’s a very nice house.”

“The house is pleasant, but not all within can be,” he replies. As always, his words are aligned to mystify you.

“I don’t think you’re unpleasant,” you argue.

“I didn’t mean...” he begins then shrugs. “Hm, I suppose that is a compliment.”

“Sorry, I guess I misunderstood,” you say.

“Suppose you did,” he agrees.

“Thor must be a good brother. He seems so happy. And you two get along.”

“Do we?” He wonders.

“Uh, oh,” you chew your lip. “Or I wouldn’t know. We only just met. It’s only that he brought you to the berry farm and--”

“And he sends me to drive around his plaything’s plaything,” he scoffs. “Yes, I am a useful asset, as everyone else in my brother’s wife. A word of advice, if you might hear it; when you assume the best in people, you set yourself up for the worst.”

You bat your lashes in his direction and frown. His profile is naturally pensive; his nose elegant and his cheekbones sharp. You shift uncomfortably.

“That’s a sad way to look at the world,” you comment.

“It is pragmatic,” he insists as he curls his thumb under the wheel to turn on your street. “If you can apply a bit of that, your idealism might have some value.”

You put your chin down. It’s not really an insult but it feels like one. And it isn’t something you haven’t heard before. Jada always says you have stupid ideas.

You’re quiet as he draws up in front of your house. You undo the seat belt as you balance the container and you grab your bag from between your feet. As you open the door, he clears his throat.

“I do not think you are unpleasant either,” he sniffs.

“What?” You pause and look back at him as you’re half-turned out of the car.

He sighs, “here, you are going to drop something.”

He gets out and struts around the car. He comes around your side and takes the container from your hands. He stands back with his hand on the door.

“Thanks,” you stand and step out of the way. He closes the door and you reach for the tarts.

“I shall walk you to the door. To prevent any mishap,” he says.

“Okay,” you agree.

You walk together to the porch and he lets you lead him up. You stop at the door and search in your bag for your keys. It’s a lofty mission as everything is just tossed in together.

“Before, you said I wasn’t unpleasant and I only wanted to know that I would say the same of you, that is all,” he explains as your keys jingle over the top of your bag.

“Oh, yeah, thank you,” you beam up at him. “See, I was right.”

His eyes dart away and he turns his head to the street. You unlock the door and hook your bag on your shoulder. You put your hands out and he gives you the container. You hug it and pop the lid off.

“Try one,” you insist.

“I said I would later,” he slithers.

“Please? The good part about baking is getting to share,” you say.

He exhales and looks at you. He reaches to pluck a tart out. He examines it and takes a small, tidy bite. He chews and swallows, his cheeks pinching. He’s silent and you’re nervous.

“Delicious,” he allows and lowers his hand, “I will finish it in the car. I’d be out of your way sooner than later. Have a good night.”

You smile. It’s a small victory. “You too, Loki.”

He hesitates then turns away. You watch him go and he brings his hand up to take another bite as you stare at his back. You spin and push through the door. You set down the container and take your shoes off.

Jada appears at the end of the hall as she emerges from the basement. You grab the tarts, ready to retreat to your room. She calls your name. You ignore her but she follows, grunting and out of breath.

“Wait, I have your clothes,” she says.

You stop and face her. “My... clothes?”

You look at the basket in her hands then at her. Her eyes are swollen from crying and her hair is a mess. You gasp.

“Jada? Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, okay? I'm about what I did.” She blusters out.

“Oh...”

“And I cleaned out your dresser and I did my best to get the stains out,” she babbles out.

“What-- why?” You grimace.

“Because it was wrong. It was mean,” she sniffles and her eyes flit around.

“Oh?”

“And I bought you some new berries,” her voice is wispy and nervous. “So, we’re even and you’re not mad at me anymore, right?”

You shrug, “I guess so.”

You open your bedroom door and let her in. Your dresser is as clean as promised, you even think she vacuumed. She puts your clothes on your bed and hurries back.

“Oh, did you want me to put them away?” She asks.

“Er, that’s fine,” her behaviour is making you nervous. You remember what Loki said in the car about assuming things and you know your sister; she isn’t nice without reason. “What do you want?”

“Huh? Nothing,” she stands by the door, shifting her weight as she hugs herself. “I just... felt bad.”

You doubt that. Even you have enough cynicism for that. You know she won’t tell the truth though. She never does.

“Well, if you want a berry tart,” you gesture to the container. “They’re pretty good.”

She brings her hand to her throat and shakes her head. “No thanks,” she backs out, her voice scraping hoarsely. “Um, good night.”

She turns and pulls the door shut as she leaves. You sit on the bed and wiggle your feet. There’s something strange going on. You better take Loki’s advice and stay alert. She’s up to something.

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #series #drabble #a touch of sweetness #mob au #au #marvel #mcu #avengers #thor

245 notes · View notes