#★ ˎˊ˗ anon!!

[mondaymelon]

Random question:

How much do you love Xiao?

oh

you

you do not know

how long i have been waiting for this question.

anon. you have barely seen the surface of my love for him. it cant be called love, at this point. no, its something more dire. something more consuming, a something that swallows one whole.

perhaps you think that you've seen enough, and perhaps, for you, that is the truth. but for i, it is merely a speculation. my "love", as you call it, is something that cannot be described with mere words. no, the very idea of such a feat is simply unthinkable. it's to the point where i am spending my time writing a bible, for xiao. come to the point where i write countless fanfictions, where i close my eyes at 4 am hoping that i may dream of his warm embrace. it is with such delusion that i am able to survive the hell we call existence, and through his presence that i am able to feel fulfilled. i dream of him, dream of his every action, waiting for the day where i may feel his hand in mine and his warm touch. awaiting the day, the day, the day...

some may say ive gone mad.

are they correct? nonono, they are not. i am sound of mind, sound of soul. if you search enough, there shall be no doubt about this fact. there is merely a difference between those who love xiao, and those who "love" xiao. it is apparent that i belong to the latter. as stated previously, a simple 4 letter word cannot express the endless wells of the affection, the obsession that i hold for such a man - nay, the perfect and godly being, he who goes by the name of "xiao."

do i believe? yes. i believe. and i shall stand here, sit, whatever it may be... i shall breathe my inhale and exhale until he appears before me, until i may be satisfied for what i have done in this lifetime... and then i will take his hand. i will take his warm hands and he will clasp his fingers amongst mine, and he will smile at me, the slightest smile, as his pristine lips begin to move as he speaks. as he forms words with that seamlessly smooth voice, one that sways the resolve of the deities themself. "you have done well. i have waited for you."

it is then that i shall cry in his arms.

but none shall witness such a sight excluding the golden eyes of his very own.

delusion? insanity? id like to think that i havent descended into such voids. it is reasonable, to hold such attention for a being as flawless as him. his name is one that holds power, prestige... one that causes the shortness of breath and the racing of hearts. he is powerful, in that way, and many others.

his beautiful eyes that resemble the warm colors of the sun, or perhaps the gilded glow of gold... something as valuable as him deserves something more. something more precious, more priceless. his gliding soft hair that ruffles in the soft breeze, the way his highlights are so striking yet appealing... how his every calculated movement stirs the hearts and souls of the masses. how his stature is fair and his demeanor is graceful. should i go on? surely you have not all the time in the world for such rambling, but thus is the truth. an undeniable truth that none should dare to refute.

and should they... to put it simply, they may just find a knife at their throat... spilling the blood of the one who dared speak ill of such a holy entity.

the pure and faultless him, xiao.

#★ ˎˊ˗ melonrambles! #★ ˎˊ˗ anon!! #hahah #feeling #so delusional #fr #hehe #ahha #hohoho #hohohoh #i should #like #perhaps #sleep #thatd be #rpetty funny lmaomlamoma #SLEEP?? ? #S L E E P #W HOSE THAT #NEVER HEARD OF EM

[magnifiico]

H-Hi your majesty. *blushes kinda* Have you ever tried eating your wishes? If so, how do they taste like? lol

“— ... ”

“Excuse me, what?”

#˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 answered 》 #yknow i'm #i can't fault you bc they do look weirdly appetizing; like candy #but i'm yelling bc mags is usually so good at just playing along #taking a breath and dealing with the weirdest questions at times but uhm #yeah sorry anon he couldn't muster it this time #this time he's just doneTM and i can't do anything to convince him otherwise #this cracked me up tho so I WILL THANK YOU on his behalf ghnjadogha

[moonswolfie]

if you receive this, you make somebody happy! go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. if you get one back, even better! <3

wait what now I'm not sure who you are anymore😨

you must be a different someone i know🤔anyways am I required to send this to 20 different blogs now that I recieved this twice🥴

(THANKSSS!!)

#˗ˏˋ ✧ ★ 「Anon」 ★ ✧ ˎˊ˗ #˗ˏˋ ★ 「Wolfie's stars」 ★ ˎˊ˗

[starlit-ripples]

Wait Jonathan how the hell are you here right now? Are you a vampire too or something?

"Believe me, I'm just as clueless as you are. All I remember is... dying, on that ship. And then I woke up, and I'm in the middle of a street in Naples. I was certainly quite the sight, still drenched in my own blood, in the suit I was wearing when I was... you know. Although the wounds I'd sustained were just... gone.

"Then there was the strangest pull on my birthmark, and it led me right to Giorno. He's been a great help at helping me adjust to the future. I don't know what I would have done without him.

"I do not think I am a vampire, at least... I've been wandering around in full daylight. I can still use Hamon. I don't feel any desire to consume blood. I don't know how or why I've been brought here, or how I have a son a hundred years into the future (or why he reminds me so much of Dio)... but it's a mystery I'm determined to solve."

#˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 『 as warm as the sun 』 #『 answered 』 #『 anon 』

[channoticedmeuwu]

writing for stray kids is hard because they have such distinct personalities that if one thing doesn't feel right, it's not them...

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I guess so? I always felt like my writing wasn't descriptive enough to depict skz members accurately because they're so, like, unique? like chan for example, it's so difficult to get every aspect of his personality down enough to call a piece of writing ‘satisfactory’ for myself because there's so many layers to him on an emotional level, and I don't want to exclude anything.

I also feel like they're more emotional support for me, so writing for them where I have to depict romantic relationships for them is off? like I find them attractive and everything, and I'd kill to know people who are similar to them, but I don't see myself looking at them romantically often 💀 everytime I see a hot edit of them I'm like WOOOO !!! ATE !! but in a hype way

props to anyone writing for skz because they're doing an amazing job, I seriously could never 😭

if I were to ever write anything for skz, you'd prob see me doing a platonic relationship, or just crack.

#i can TRY to do romantic but no promises that its leaving the drafts #ask kai #( ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ) — anon !! #?? can i give u thay tag? #if u dont want it j lmk #(📂) — writing

[ragnvdnir]

HOLEY SHEIT LAGOT

lagot talaga

#`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ letters #꒰💐꒱ ५◦ anons ★ 𓂃 #˗ˏˋ ꒰ abt. the 1 ꒱ ˎˊ˗ #ill just assume na you're talking abt the latest chapter of the smau T^T

[spiderlyla]

if you're down to do it.. can i request miguel giving reader cuddles or just some plain ol' loving after coming home from a long day at school?

uni's been kicking my ass with the 8am - 8pm schedules and coming home to a big hunky man who'll treat me like a princess is my only wish.. 😭

Tender—Miguel O'Hara

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ synopsis: miguel takes care of you after a long day.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ pairing: uni student!gn!reader × miguel o'hara.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ tags/cw: miguel uses alot of pet names because he's just soft and lovely around his lover, fluff :)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ lumi's note: hi anon! as a fellow uni student with a schedule from 8 am to 8 pm and in need of comfort as well, this resonated with me. Hope you enjoy!

join my taglist! (Inbox open for fluff!)

Relief, is exactly how you felt when the elevator finally stopped at your floor and you saw your apartment door.

Your state could only be described as completely and utterly spent. Your previously brushed, clean hair was now disheveled and a little damp from the rain. A black tote hung from your shoulder, threatening to spill its content all over the floor at any minute, while you held your laptop bag weakly over your other shoulder.

Your muscles felt sore, and you were sure you caught a cold from the rain pouring down onto your head during your walk back home. All you ever wanted right now, was your clean bed and your lover's warm embrace.

Your hands reached to ring the doorbell, too exhausted to even reach into your bag and look for the keys. Much to your delight, you didn't have to wait long for an answer.

The door opened, the arouma of spices and mouth-watering cooking instantly filling your nostrils, making your instant ramen-filled stomach rumble angrily. The apartment was dim, the comfortable orangish lights spilling out of the door onto the gloomy corridor where you stood. A faint melody was playing on your vinyl, something with a slow saxophone, jazz.

And at the door, there he stood.

Wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats, an apron saying 'kiss the cook' covering his bare chest. His soft, black curls were wet, some of the strands at the front dripping water onto your carpet. You kept getting whiffs of his minty aftershave, only to notice the small stubble he'd grown was now long gone, leaving a 5'oclock shadow to define his strong jaw.

"Oh, cariño, let me help you with those—" Before he could move, you pushed him inside, clumsily let the bags fall off your shoulders and threw yourself at him. He caught you without losing his balance, strong arms wrapping around your waist while his head rested on top of yours. You pushed yourself more onto him, he smelled of spices, and that earthy cologne he wears all the time, and he was warm. Extremly so.

"Baby, did you walk?" You mustered up the energy to talk yet when you opened your mouth, a muffled noise of confirmation erupted. "I told you I'd pick you up—You're going to catch a cold. Let's change, hm? " He frowned at you, out of concern more than anything, all while helping you to your shared bedroom, his arms never leaving your waist. He helped you sit down on the bed, then opened his side of the closet to grab you one of his large, long sleeved shirts. You managed to undress yourself and put on the shirt he gave you, it smelled of that flowery laundry detergent of yours mixed with Miguel's cologne. The solace it brought you made light headed, gosh, you could sleep for days.

"Oh—No, no sleep until you eat. You probably haven't eaten properly today." Came your lover's baritone voice. You whined queitly, sprawling yourself across the bed. "Mig, 'm tired, tommrow?" Your eyes closed, and when you didn't hear his disapproval, you assumed he just walked out.

Then you felt yourself get lifted off of the comfort of your matress, your tummy squished against his broad shoulder.

"No puedo dejarte, amor, tienes que comer algo." You groaned, it was no use arguing with him, and besides, he was doing you a favour carrying you, your legs felt sore from walking anyway. Miguel set you down on the couch, and said he'll be gone for just a moment, telling you to stay awake for him. [I can't let you, love, you have to eat something]

You heard a few noises coming from the kitchen, a string of spanish curse words and sounds of plates falling but never followed by a crash. Miguel had covered you with a blanket and you were cozying up to a pillow, trying to pretend it's him. He came back after a few minutes, his apron long discarded, with a glass bowl filled with red soup, neatly garnished with avocados, lettuce and radishs.

"I made Pozole." It smelled delicious, Miguel rarely cooked since he was so busy, but when he did, you were sure it was going to be the best thing you've ever put in your mouth. You couldn't tell him you didn't want to eat when he was practically pushing the plate your way. Your arms weakly moved from underneath the blanket, but Miguel tutted at you, tutted. He lifted the spoon to your mouth, silently offering to feed you.

You giggled, and that stoic, serious expression he wore was replaced by a gentle smile and a loving gaze. If his colleges could see him now, they wouldn't believe its the same man who bossed them around.

Within these walls, he was yours, completely and utterly, yours.

He was patient, feeding you bit by bit, eyes never leaving your face. You were too busy enjoying the delight of a dish he was feeding you to notice his soft gaze. "S'good, Mig, So good."

"Yeah? I'm glad you like it, mi sol." He paused, realising you'd devoured the plate queit quickly. "You want me to get you some more?"

"No, 'nough." You spread your arms towards him, and he chuckled, picking you up, all while you were still tangeled in your blanket, now heading back to your room. He set you down for good this time, letting you sleep on his side of the bed while he got on from the other side. His strong arms wrapped around your figure, engulfing you with a sense of absolute security. You cuddled up closer and closer to him, the tip of your nose bumping against the crook of his neck. Your breath fanned against his skin, your legs a tangeled mess. His hands ran up the shirt you wore to squeeze your sides comfortingly.

Miguel was never tender, he found himself being rather harsh and cold most often than not, but not with you, never with you.

"Such a hardworking pretty little thing, aren't you?" He hummed, lips pressing against your forehead. You had slipped into sleep as soon as you set your head on his chest, and Miguel couldn't only admire your exhausted, but beautiful face, the way your lips parted and eyes fluttered every now and then.

"And all mine, yeah?"

Miguel moved, blowing on a scented candle that was lighting up the room, and returned back to his previous position, arms unmoving as the two of you cozied up against each other. He was slipping into sleep, when he heard a queit murmur, no louder than a whisper.

"Mhm, all yours."

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[mrswint3rs]

pairings - Bodyguard! Ghost x Fem! Reader

little blurb req by ‘🌺’ anon!! idk if you wanted smut or not but

𝐂𝐰- bondage, unprotected sex, minor use of degrading language, dom/sub dynamics ❦

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Your father was a man of few words, always has been. You had no idea what exactly he did for work, but clearly since he had to hire a bodyguard for you, it was nothing just.

You hardly even associated with him, yet your life was somehow at stake because of the people he did business with.

Now you’re watched like a hawk by this random man who has been paid to protect you. He made it very clear that he is not allowing you to go anywhere without his supervision. No going to the store or even out with friends unattended.

He follows you from room to room like a shadow.

The only privacy you were allowed was when you showered, had to go to the bathroom, or when changing clothes. Even then, he’d stand right outside the door listening just in case.

It was almost suffocating but you couldn't deny he is physically attractive. The way his muscles were visibly taut under his black apparel, and his towering height.

The mask covered his facial features. All but his eyes, notably dark.

He acted like he didn't understand the concept of personal boundaries, and it felt like he was always staring at you or standing too close. And he rarely spoke, unless you said something first.

That deep accented voice of yours never failed to weaken your stance. Even in simple conversation. And when he teased you, his words seemed like whispered promises that made your thighs clench together.

Ghost knew exactly what effect he had on you.

He could tell from your eyes and your body language that you were attracted to him and enjoyed his presence.

He enjoyed watching your reactions when he teased you or made suggestive comments. It was like a game to him. A game where he would slowly try to break you down into a pooling mess at his feet.

It didn’t take very long for you to give into your secret cravings for him. How could you resist? He was always there.

You too started playing at the game, teasing him by leaving the door opened when you showered. Or ‘accidentally’ forgetting a towel, having to call on him for help.

The cat and mouse routine went on for a while until neither of you could resist the pull anymore.

He makes the first move as you’re in your room changing, prepping for bed.

“Take it off.” he barks out sternly, expecting your full obedience without question and you give it to him. You throw off your comfy pj’s and he unfastens his belt, as always, watching you.

You’re bent over the edge of your bed, his large form overpowering you. He fastens his belt around your wrists like a leash, holding them behind your back as he enters you roughly.

“Gonna ruin ya’ tonight. Won’t be walkin’ for a few days.” he thrusts balls deep into your cunt, pressing his full weight onto you.

The bed creaks with every movement, the headboard banging against the wall. You feel every inch of his girth inside of you, his hot breath along the back of your neck. You’re completely trapped beneath him at his mercy. Exactly where you should be.

You bite into your bedsheets, trying to silence your pitiful cries but he forces your head back up with a makeshift ponytail in your hair. “Let me hear that pretty little voice while I fuck you,” he groans out, pressing the side of your face back down into the mattress. “You fit perfectly around my cock, doncha’?”

“‘s too much..” you whine.

“You’re mine to take how I want. Been practically begging f’me all week like a little slut. You’ll take what you’re given and say thank you like a good girl.”

He doesn’t stop his rutting into you, even for a second. He finishes inside, not considering pulling out. He pulls out of the sopping mess that is your hole, taking a moment to look at you all broken and fucked out.

The sight only made him hungry for more. He couldn’t resist you.

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mlist

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[bbina]

between the lines ★ it's bad for the both of them

⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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★ notes .ᐟ had to include jjk in here somehow . cute chapter im ngl also 🪤 anon i was making this chapter amidst of ur asks and its such a coincidence you were talking about chocolate too 😭 so this chapter is dedicated to u LMFAO also are yall prepared for judgement day tomorrow

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[hey-august]

Listen To Your Captain | NSFW (Buggy x GN!reader)

Based on this lovely request!! Anon, this was such a good idea and I loved planning and writing it! I hope you enjoy! ♡ Word count: ~2.1k Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, no use of Y/N, oral - reader receiving, sex, morning sex, buggy miiiight have a lil uniform or roleplay kink, "apologetic" buggy. All parties are consenting adults.

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The early morning air was heavy, weighed down by lingering sleep. A blanket that both kept the tired tucked in their slumber, and draped around early risers to ease them into the day. Buggy was bathed in the artificially bright lights surrounding his vanity mirror, nearly blinding him to everything but the reflection of his empty canvas. He propped his head up, knuckles digging into temple and long hair drifting down, as he lazily browsed the multitude of colors and products occupying the tabletop. 

You watched, peering around the doorway to share in the quiet comfort of Buggy’s morning routine. It used to surprise you to see how he approached the day - starting with a moment of calm and order. This was often the only portion of his day he willingly indulged in qualities that were vastly opposite of the persona he exuded. It started with a swipe of a wet washcloth to clear away the night’s sleep, then organization of his clothes for the day, and the remaining time spent curating a masterpiece.

Seemingly unsatisfied with the visible selection, Buggy started rummaging through drawers and nearby boxes. This was the moment. After allowing yourself a pause to admire his toned arms and the flex of muscles that rippled down his back, you cautiously tiptoed over. Moving under the clamor of make-up and face paint containers knocking against each other, you sidled your way to your goal, guided by a beacon of orange. With the prize in hand, you quickly escaped to the dressing room.

And that’s where Buggy found you, clad in the clothes you slept in. His clothes. You wore a threadbare striped shirt, an article he would have burned if you hadn’t claimed it after deeming the ripped sleeves “fashionable.” It hung loosely on you, barely covering underwear that you also probably pilfered from the pirate. And topping your ill begotten outfit was his captain’s hat. While Buggy hadn’t noticed your stealthy activity, it was hard to overlook the dull emptiness left in the hat’s absence.

You admired your patchwork costume in the tilted mirror, basking in stolen affection. The hat was a little big on your head and you had to tilt it back for it to sit well. Supporting the outer edges with your fingertips, you pivoted and admired the items from different angles, until a few degrees too many brought an unexpected blob into your line of sight. The man whose fondness you had draped on yourself stood nearby, arms crossed and weight shifted to one side. Your eyes flitted up and down his mostly nude form, skimming past his broad chest dappled with hair that trailed down to the towel wrapped around his waist in favor of admiring the whole picture.

“It’s too early for this shit,” he stated plainly, voice still gravelly due to a few grains of sleep hanging tight. Buggy’s routine was interrupted. You messed with his preparation and pulled him away from one of the few self-care activities he tolerated. “C’mon, hand it over.” The demand came with an annoyed flick of two fingers, beckoning you over. 

It was the only warning he would give before taking the hat back himself. A warning you chose to ignore. Buggy let loose an annoyed huff before his hand whizzed towards you.

“Stop!” you said firmly. A command his hand obeyed, surprisingly. “Is that anyway to treat your captain?” Your hands flourished around the hat, a reminder of the power it symbolized. 

Buggy tensed at your display. His eyes narrowed as he recalled his hand. Stepping forward, he met the appendage and approached you.

“What did you say?” His voice was as tight as the grin it emerged from.

You held fast, refusing to sink into the maelstrom in his eyes.

“You heard me. This is no way to treat your captain.” You shook your head slightly in disappointment. “In fact, I think you need to apologize for that outburst.”

“Apologize?” Buggy repeated, wanting to be sure he understood what you were asking. He licked his lips in anticipation of your affirmation.

“Mhm, apologize. Ask your captain for forgiveness.”

Buggy nodded slowly, contemplating the next part of this act. Prompted by the expectant raise of your eyebrows, the pirate lowered himself to the ground. Seated on his knees, Buggy looked up at you through long lashes, knowing exactly what effect this would have on you. Pulling back the grin threatening to break free, the performer let his face fall and crinkled his brows in a show of concern. Balled fists rested on his knees, as if they held chains of regret for his actions.

“Captain, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way,” Buggy said with a heavy voice and fluttering lashes.

“What way?” You spoke quickly with the bit of air that wasn’t caught in your throat. 

You bit your lip and frowned, trying to hide how turned on you were becoming. You didn’t actually expect Buggy to play along, and you definitely didn’t anticipate that he’d be such a formidable participant. Very poor foresight, considering he’s a performer and a clown - a lover of theater and games.

“I shouldn’t have spoken to you so rudely, Captain. It was disrespectful- I was disrespectful,” Buggy lamented. He reached up to grab the edge of your shirt before continuing. “Please show your lowly forsaken crew member mercy, my dearest Captain.” The words were spoken into the hem of your shirt in between groveling kisses.

Every word from his mouth created chaos inside you - pounding, aching, twisting, throbbing. And the teasing lilt within each ‘captain,’ left your head spinning. Flustered, you tried to back away and failed. His hold only allowed you to take a partial step, creating a space that he quickly closed. He slipped his hands under the shirt and onto your hips, keeping you from escaping further.

“Don’t go… Let me show you how sorry I am,” Buggy said softly as he slid down the underwear you wore. 

Bare hands dragged along your legs and Buggy relished the shiver that coursed through your body afterwards. He leaned in to kiss your thighs, slightly tilting his head upwards to accommodate his nose. Puffs of sound cascaded down - your unsuccessful attempts to speak while simultaneously trying to hold in the lustful noises that threaten to spill out.

Before you could form a full syllable, the pirate licked his way up your leg and to the treasure that was demanding attention. There, he busied himself through hand and mouth, focused solely on showing you how truly apologetic he was. The wet sounds and murmurs of pleasure that flooded the room were slightly muffled by the vast amount of clothing hung around the perimeter. The gentle muting made you self-conscious of anything that slipped from your own lips, since they felt unnecessarily loud in comparison.

You switched between keeping your eyes shut and staring at the ceiling, which was draped in fabric designed to look like the night sky. The silk stars started to dance and twinkle as you felt the tension in your body increasing. An errant hand caressed your cheek, a sweet gesture to inform you of the floating visitor. Closing your eyes, you pressed your face into Buggy’s touch. It was warm and comforting. After a moment, it maneuvered your head into a particular position. Facing the mirror. 

The sight took a moment to register. Your flushed face with eyes barely open. Your lips were parted slightly in anticipation of a moan you held inside. And below was Buggy. His hair danced as he tasted you, his arm flexed as he touched you, his hips rolled as the erection that hid under the towel begged for attention.

Finally pulling his head away, Buggy locked eyes with your reflection. His lips glistened, covered in spit and sex. A drop of something fell from his mouth and onto his lap, joining others that fell earlier.

“Captain-” the word earned a soft gasp from your mouth, “-is this an appropriate apology?” The hand he left between your legs pulled another sound from your lips. A whiney moan, which Buggy happily took as an negative answer. “I can do more,” he offered.

Picking you up with disembodied arms, Buggy nearly dragged you back into the other room. All you could do was hold onto the ill-fitting hat with a weak grip, afraid to lose it in the brief journey. The pirate settled back onto the chair in front of his vanity, the light danced on the sheen of sweat coating his body. His cock, which had been freed when the towel was discarded at some point, twitched as Buggy brought you into place in front of him. It pulsed out a few drops of precum, which trickled down the already slick shaft.

“C’mere,” he encouraged, “I got you.” Buggy helped you straddle his lap and guided your hips until his wet tip was brushing against your entrance.

With one hand on his shoulder and the other still holding the damn hat, you eased yourself down and felt him stretch you open with a delicious ache. Buggy’s half-embedded cock throbbed against your tightness, adding to the pressure and pleasure. Craving more, you sunk down until his entire length was inside and you felt incredibly full. You moaned weakly and leaned into Buggy as you felt his cock fight for space within the confines of your body.

Buggy pulled you closer. He wrapped an arm around your waist and began to thrust. His head rested on your shoulder so he could whisper into your ear.

“M’so sorry, Captain.” “Please forgive me, I d-didn’t mean it.” “You’re so tight.” “Please let me keep fucking you.” “I p-promise to be good.” “C-captain, I’m s-sorry.”

Your own moans got louder with each apologetic thrust and you felt the tension in your core increase rapidly.

“F-fuck, I forgive you,” you cried. You wrapped your arms around Buggy and threaded a hand in his long hair, clinging to him tightly as your body threatened to give in and the hat threatened to fall off. “I want you to do this to me every day. I w-want you to fuck me like this every - haah - every day. C-captain’s orders…"

Buggy groaned and tightened his grip on your body. A hand slipped between your legs to give you the extra pressure you craved and he bucked into you ferociously as his control slipped. Pulling his face away from your neck, Buggy’s lips seeked out yours for a kiss.

“Every f-fucking day,” he said against your mouth.

The taste of his promise tipped you over the edge and Buggy greedily drank your moans and whimpers as you trembled and came on his cock. Buggy’s own high wasn’t far behind.

“Just a little longer,” he grunted, “I’m so close.”

“S’ok, t-take your time,” you mumbled softly, resting your forehead against his. 

Buggy’s body ignored the offer and allowed the climax to hit before the words finished leaving your mouth. His movements stuttered as he spilled inside your body. He could feel some of the cum escape with his movement and trickle down his balls. Eventually, his muscles gave out and he stilled beneath.

The two of you remained connected, stuck together with cum, sweat, and fondness. Your chests heaved, pulling in burning breaths after the unplanned morning workout. A few moments passed. You pushed yourself back a bit. Still seated on his lap and on him, you gazed at the man beneath you. Buggy’s trademark glare had settled onto his face. Not out of anger or frustration, but simply due to an empty head trying to reset itself.

Reaching out, you brushed away strands of cerulean hair that stuck to his skin. You raked your fingers through his hair, watching as his eyes closed and his expression softened. You pulled a few locks free on one side of his face and braided the long hair. Rather than combing through the ends as you worked, you let them twist as well, before pulling them through the braid to lock it in place. You adjusted the hair, fluffing it carefully, before moving onto the other side. Once that braid was complete, you gave it a little tug. And then the other one. And then the scowl returned. 

You returned Buggy’s expression with a smile and finally lifted the orange hat off your head. Buggy rolled his eyes and tilted his head forwards, ready to accept the responsibility you were bestowing back to him. The item was finally returned to its rightful owner.

Buggy plucked at the striped shirt you were wearing. “What do I need to do to get this back?” 

Movement inside your body betrayed the ideas already running through Buggy’s head. Eager to chase those ideas, you rolled your hips and pulled your captain in for a kiss.

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy the clown #buggy smut #buggy x you #x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy #buggy the clown smut

[mondaymelon]

Does xiao like... Poop his eggs out of his ass.?

anon what the fuck

anon what the fuck

#★ ˎˊ˗ melonrambles! #★ ˎˊ˗ inbox. #★ ˎˊ˗ anon!! #i dont eve #n #i dont even want to tag this #i dont #bye

[magnifiico]

Your wife Amaya is cheating on you with me. She’s actually gay! Take that your majesty! She don’t love you no more.

anon i'm howling pls—

He stares—unblinking, unmoving, unperturbed. Then, after a slow and regulated breath, the king's voice rises not to address the audacious “informer” in front of him, but a distant someone who he trusts phenomenally more.

“Amaya, dear—”

Still, he doesn't budge, his gaze steady on his subject. “Would you remind me why we officially decided against executions as a penalty in Rosas—? I seem to have forgotten.” Almost innocently, Magnifico tucks his arms behind his back, and an empty smile slides across his lips.

“Oh, no—no reason! A simple, ah... curiosity. That's all.”

#˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 answered 》 #i cannot believe this bYE #the best part is magnifico isn't even upset over the idea of amaya cheating on him #more than he's upset that anyone would ever ACCUSE her of doing that #not him just like “bitch wtf did you say about my wife :D” #amaya pls let him commit atrocities :c and by that i mean murders #he deserves it as a treat u.u #ESPECIALLY when someone slanders your name like that #but nghjodgnhja ty anon this made me snort x'D

[moonswolfie]

its 3:55 am. i just finished an assignment :D im tired :>

It's a 6 am for me and I just woke up to get ready for school🥲👍

I'm also super tired lol, I just couldnt fall asleep for some ungodly reason

But your and nat's reblogs rlly made my morning so thanks💕💖😩

I hope you'll get to have a good rest soon!!

#˗ˏˋ ★ 「Wolfie’s stars」 ★ ˎˊ˗ #˗ˏˋ ✧ ★ 「Anon」 ★ ✧ ˎˊ˗

[starlit-ripples]

Talk about your son, specifically Giorno. Say some thing you hate about him, and something you love about him!

"Hate is a strong word, Anonymous. I don't think I could hate anything about my dear son. He is a very compassionate, intelligent young man who cares very much for his friends, and the people of Italy. He aims to keep the city safe, and while his methods of doing so may be unorthodox, and I worry very much for his safety, his heart is in the right place, and more importantly, he knows what he's doing. The city could not be in safer hands. I am so proud of him.

(Besides, I'd be a hypocrite to condemn him when I'm best friends with a gang leader who runs the most dangerous street in London. And who knows what else. I'm a little afraid to ask him sometimes.)

"Giorno enjoys gardening too, did you know? I've spent some time with him today tending to the garden he set up just outside of Passione. There's so much he knows about plants! I've learnt so much from him. We're also thinking of setting up a pond for frogs."

The young man hesitated slightly, looking like he wanted to say more. Finally, the impulse won out.

"...well... there is one thing about Giorno that I do take issue with... his sleep schedule is horrendous! And he's still a growing boy... I remember Erina telling me that it's important to sleep eight hours a day - he doesn't even sleep half of that! And he- well, he forgets to eat at times. He isn't taking very good care of himself as he should be. It's almost like... he thinks he does not deserve it. I may need to stage an intervention someday."

#˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 『 as warm as the sun 』 #『 answered 』 #『 anon 』 #he says that... but he's just as terrible at taking care of himself lmao

[bandgie]

Bandgie's Masterlist!

All of these works are 18+, MDNI

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ warning! some of my works are dead dove/lemon

yellow is dubious/not too bad orange has mentions of gore/dubious consent red is noncon/full gore/graphic deaths

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Drabbles/One Shots

So Cruel - Miguel O'Hara

Pussy Eating - Miguel O'Hara

Beast of a Man - Tarzan

Pussy Eating - Gyutaro (Demon Slayer)

Quick Taste - xReader's Insert

An Uncertified Doctor - Alucard Castlevania

Pretty Boy (1) | Poor Baby (2) | My Pretty Baby (3) - Bangchan Stray Kids

Ateez MTL Pussy Eating - OT8 Ateez

Ghost in the Night - I.N Stray Kids

Cursed - I.N Stray Kids

Anon Req. Yandere - Bangchan Stray Kids

Before Class (1) | During the Party (2) - Huening Kai TXT

A+ Student - Felix Straykids

Car Drabble - Felix Straykids

Missionary With Them - Bangchan & Minho

Agora Hills - Changbin (skz)

Language Barrier - OT8 SKZ

Req: Gamer Boyfriend - Beomgyu (TXT)

Req: Dark Vampire - Yeonjun (TXT)

Req: Hate sex - Yeonjun (TXT)

The Spell of the Night - Huening Kai (TXT)

Req: Perv & Yandere - Seungmin (SKZ)

Req: Perv & Yandere (2) - Seungmin (SKZ)

Req: Jealousy - Seungmin (SKZ)

Desperate Drabble - Wooyoung (ATZ)

Req: Tarzan Continued - Tarzan

Req: Perv & Yandere (3) - Seungmin (SKZ)

Req: High with Perv - Seungmin (SKZ)

Req: Pervy Thoughts - Seungmin (SKZ)

Req: Choking - Bangchan (SKZ)

Req: Piss - Hyunjin (SKZ)

Req: First Time Domming - OT8 SKZ

Req: High With Them - Chanlix & Jisung (SKZ)

Req: Distracting - Beomgyu (TXT)

Munch Drabble - Jay (ENHA)

Bratty Head Drabble - Sunoo (ENHA)

Learning Kinks Drabble - I.N (SKZ)

Req: Hate Sex 2 - Yeonjun (TXT)

Req: Choking (2) - Bangchan (SKZ)

Req Drabble: Perv - Seungmin (SKZ)

Club Sex Drabble - Lee Know (SKZ)

Anal Drabble - Changbin (SKZ)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Series

Predator & Prey (Completed) - You were suddenly teleported to a snowy world while discovering a cave. After norrowingly escaping a terrible fate, you're practically forced to deal with a winged beast you saved. It's awkward and kinda mean, but it does more good than harm.

Lost & Found (Ongoing) - You hated the little town you lived in, you hated your job, hated how everyone knew everyone, you hated how your mother didn't care about how much you hated it. You needed to do something, to get out of this repetitive life. You've decided to apply to be a maid in the castle for the Viscount and his family. With this new life, you hope to change your pace. Yet, one of the sons can't help but give you an eerie sense of familiarity. (Second Part to Predator & Prey)

The Insides (Completed) - You have it all: a good job, a nice apartment, a doting boyfriend who loves you so much. It seems all swell, until he starts behaving strangely. Unfortunate for him, he's not the only person that fell head-over-heels for you. Well...not the only entity at least.

All in White (Ongoing) - Your father, that major of Neuva York, was hosting a party congratulating their safe environment by the hands of Spider-Man. You did not care for parties, only there for the alcohol and occasional good conversations. You managed to catch the eye of Spider-Man, and boy did he want a taste.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ I do have requests/hard hours open! Here are some rules...

I will not write about underage characters, real or fake (unless they're adults playing as younger people ex: Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, etc.)

No shit! Like literal shit, no scat play (pee is fine, but no piss drinking)

Incest, including in laws (brothers bff/dad's co-worker is fine)

No age play (age gaps are fine)

No virgin reader (this might change, but not allowed as of now)

#hheeeyyyy here's my master list lmao #masterlist #oh gaawwddd its getting serious #im eating dinner rn #I burnt the chicken :( #mdni

[mister-a-z-fell]

Hello Mr. Fell!

I'd like to ask this question for future reference, and I apologize if someone has asked it before. What are your preferred pronouns?

Sincerely, Star Anon ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

I’ve always enjoyed ‘whom’, but if you mean personal pronouns, I’ve found ‘he’ and ‘him’ generally applicable. Appearing to be a man has tended to make my job slightly easier, so I’ve gone along with that for the most part. Of course, technically any of them are as accurate as the others.