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djarinsbeskar · 9 months

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HERE, THERE BE MONSTERS: THE MINOTAUR PART 2

A/N: Imagine not updating a fic for nearly two years... hah-- couldn't be me (sweats). But my Minotaur is one of my most darling boys and I just couldn't leave him sitting in my drafts. Special thanks to the #1 Minotaur fan probably ever @astroboots for giving this a look over and for being the biggest hype woman for out hornyed hero. Artwork by machiavellicro on deviantart!

Pairing: Minotaur!Din Djarin x Nymph!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ NO Minors)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: gross misuse of mythology, mentions of unsolicited attention/dub-con, discrimination and prejudice, suggestive themes. Reminder that this is a MONSTER FUCKING fic, so be warned for future chapters.

NOTICE: I learned the new lay of the land, so there's no more taglist. Instead you can turn on notifications for @djarinsbeskar-writes to stay up to date.

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Day 1

The stars were veiled.

Something hovered just out of sight that impeded your view of them. They remained dim despite the darkness and shied their faces away from shining down on such a netherworld.

You’d never felt so alone.

Taken immediately from Hera’s court, the guards who had once addressed you as familiars, friends and lovers over the years escorted you to your prison with rough hands and cold hearts. In that moment, they became strangers to you, and you had to wonder if you ever knew any of them at all.

A sprawling void of space greeted you when you arrived. A no man’s land forsaken by the gods as unconquerable, and those that lived trapped within its ever-growing perimeter at the mercy of the beast that prowled with eerie bellows and heavy footfalls.

Half man, half beast. With the horns of a bull and the strength to match, you feared you wouldn’t survive the night as you were pushed unceremoniously through the outer hedge.

You squeaked – frightened – and stumbled through the dense brambles that should have prevented your entry, but instead dragged you in deeper with thorny, greedy branches snagging on soft skin and the wafer-thin linen of your dress.

You fell to your knees on the other side, hands sinking immediately into a morass of mossy, damp earth. Hair falling around you in a tangle, you blew at the strands futilely before giving up and used your hands to push them back instead.

Scrambling to your feet, the dainty sandals you normally wore were useless against this unrelenting land. You’d never had to worry about footwear before… you hardly even needed it dancing under the moonlight or swimming among the stars.

The breathless, euphoric laughter of that time felt eons ago as your lungs constricted with fear.

Just breathe, you coached yourself, in and out… in and out.

It wasn’t working.

Not when your eyes finally moved past the initial, blinding panic to take in your surroundings. What you could see of them, anyway. A coffin of shrubbery greeted you on all sides, so tall they practically eclipsed the sky, the air cloying with a simmering malice you were reluctant to inhale as it tightened around your windpipe with the flex of a brutal grip.

And still, your wracked breathing was too loud in the oppressive silence.

Disturbed carrion birds flying overhead made you jump, squeezing your eyes closed reflexively. A fell wind followed the birds, blowing through the maze ruthlessly. It howled and whipped up the detritus as you folded in on yourself for protection, screaming in your ears with the anguish of those who found themselves trapped here.

However, unlike their torment, the wind eventually passed, and you cracked an eye open warily.

The labyrinth had changed.

Already? You thought with a hitched sob, swallowing it soon after lest you burst into tears and never stop.

There hadn’t been a path behind you where you first fell through the hedging. But by the looks of the narrow stretch of dirt that eventually became clouded by fog, you were deeper into the labyrinth than you first anticipated.

The thought had your stomach sinking.

There went your plan to keep to the perimeter in the vain hope of possibly escaping. You had no choice but to follow the path, deeper into the maze and towards the maw of the beast that inhabited it.

The wind returned intermittently, sometimes changing the labyrinth, sometimes not. Sometimes, it revealed hidden holes between hedgerows that led to another pathway that – while thrilling initially – proved just as complex and endless as the path you escaped from.

Hours of walking and nothing changed.

You were completely lost.

Tears spilled freely down your face now as you tried to stifle the sobs that escaped on every hiccupped inhale when your doom finally dawned on you. No one was coming to save you. Your feet hurt, your dress was filthy, and you were freezing.

You just wanted to go home.

But there was no one to hear your sorrow or respond to your pain. No one to care for you or comfort you or tell you that everything would be okay. You were alone after an eternity of living amongst others.

How little you knew of your own self.

Your vision blurry, you swiped the back of your hand across your eyes to glance at the next intersection of more dreary hedges. Quelling your sniffles, you listened. Trying to pick out any sound that wasn’t the breeze or your misery. A din of chatter or a chime of music, a—

Wait.

You held your breath. Was that—?

There!

A faint gurgle of running water filled your heart with song. There was a river nearby! Or a stream at the very least. You wanted to squeal at just the sound of something other than the wind and rustling branches you’d been subjected to for the last few hours.

And a river meant you could finally bathe.

It was hardly the most useful thing you could’ve done. You should have been looking for shelter, for warmth, for company and safety in numbers, but just the thought of getting clean… it was something familiar and you couldn’t let it go. It was something you would do whether at home among the stars, in the residencies of various deities or indeed, even here, in hell.

Yes, you smiled as bravely as you could, a bath would make everything better.

But you still had to find said river and that proved more than difficult. It was nigh on impossible after several more hours of walking.

Your grand plan of keeping left as much as possible proved fruitless as you came upon two dead ends that forced you to double back until you were confused again. It seemed like the promise of getting clean was growing less and less likely, your feet aching, and spirit defeated.

What a cruel… cruel place…

It was during your pursuit of water, however, that you happened upon the first settlement unfortunate enough to have been swallowed by the maze.

Doors latched shut and chimney’s smoking, you mistook the warm glow behind shuttered windows for warm inhabitants. But this was the labyrinth. No one cared for a sobbing woman banging at their doors for help, whether she was innocent or not.

You carried the condemnation of a goddess and for that you were shunned by even those forsaken by Olympus.

“Please, help me…” you hiccupped, voice raw when your forehead met the cold wood of the last door you tried to no avail, self-pity turning your fear to fury for a white-hot second. “It wasn’t my fault! It wasn’t me… he—”

Your voice broke as it rose, agony bringing you to your knees on the doorstep of indifference.

“Why won’t anyone listen!” You roared at the door, your face a mess of tears and a supernova of hurt illuminating your irises.

“Damnable woman!”

Everything that followed happened in a blur. The door flew open far enough for the man on the other side to shove you off his doorstep where you fell back on your bottom heavily.

“You’ll bring him here with all your wailing.” A frosty, uncompromising glare met you where the human looked down his nose at you. “Take your wickedness away. We might all be prisoners here, but do not think for a second that makes us the same. We were born into this hell, you were sentenced to it, filth.”

“But I—” You scrambled back to your knees only to be met with a bucket of dirty water that chilled you to the bone.

“There, consider it a gift.” He scoffed. “He won’t be able to smell you under all that for a while. Be grateful for this much and leave our village in peace!”

You sat frozen, in shock and unable to speak or move or do anything as the door was slammed in your face once more. Humans had… never treated you this way before and even though you knew their cruelty could rival the gods, it shook you to your core to be on the receiving end of both.

A rank smell made you gag, breaking your stony cage enough for you to get back up on shaky legs and leave.

Suddenly, scattered cottages became bear traps in your eyes, and you fled from them lest you get punished by their fiery teeth once again.

The maze was safer and, perhaps it was coincidence, but when you came across a lazily meandering river breaking the perpetual rows of hedging minutes later, you chose to believe the land had rewarded you for thinking as such. Turning your face up to the kraken-cruel clouds above, tears tracked through the stains on your face gratefully.

How odd… where before gifts of splendour hardly made you bat an eye; you’d never felt more thankful to an environment that was technically your foe for merely leading you to a river.

When you looked back down to take in your surroundings, you were shocked to see trees line the far side of the river in place of towering hedges. A forest lay within the maze, a fact you’d never heard about in rumours before. But then, an endless forest could be as disorienting as the labyrinth itself… so you didn’t count yourself lucky just yet.

But first… you stripped.

Down to the nude, your nipples pebbled at the cool air as you kicked off your ruined shoes to step into the gentle course of the water. Cold! You shivered. Accustomed to more tepid warm waters, the cold was startling on your soft body.

Baths here were less about enjoyment and more about brevity, you supposed.

You gave yourself a hurried wash, scrubbing yourself free of the dirt and grime and who knew what else had been in that water you’d been drenched in. Cupping the water over your hair, the back of your neck prickled from something other than the cold, but when you looked back, only ominous shadows greeted your paranoid gaze.

Right, you swallowed around the bulbous lump of fear in your throat, best not to linger. Something told you staying in one place for too long would spell disaster.

That in mind and with a wrinkle of your nose, you pulled back on your soiled dress with the promise to wash it during the daytime. A soaking dress during the night would only make things more miserable for you, after all.

And that was how you made your way into the forest, for nothing else if but a change of scenery and hopefully, a safe enough place to rest your weary, heartbroken bones.

It wasn’t half an hour later, though, that the same patch of grass where your dress had lain while you bathed was disturbed anew. A scent, tempered by filth that irritated his nostrils, cut through the bloodlust that guided him every night and caught his attention. That, and a trail of light powder clinging to the grass like morning dew.

It led him to the water’s edge, a great horned shadow that hushed even the rivers gentle gurgle when his eyes fell upon it.

The powder clung to him when he touched it, iridescent specks catching in the reflection of his dark eyes before he brought it to his muzzle and sniffed. His pupils dilated, starlight catching like kindling in the back of his mind, his body responding.

An exhaled plume of condensation sent the dust into the air where it scattered like the spray of blood from his last victim’s jugular.

Stardust…

He crouched low to find the scent again, picking it up over the water where his long tongue moved distractedly over his muzzle to catch what remained of the powder there. Suddenly, lust of a different kind rose to battle with his insatiable desire to spill blood, and the trajectory of his hunt changed.

A star had fallen into his domain, and he was going to find it.

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the-angst-chronicles-fanworks · 1 month

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The Wolf and The Witch

Part 1/?

Steve knows better than to enter the Witchwood. He’d been warned from the time he was a child, back before the wolf, that it was home to its namesake. And not just any witch, a dangerous one. One that had killed an entire hunting party, unprompted, with the flick of a finger. None who have entered those woods since have ever returned.

Steve knows better than to enter the Witchwood, but he doesn’t have a choice. Robin is slumped over his back, hands clenched tightly in his fur, clinging desperately to consciousness. He can feel her blood, warm and sticky, matting the fur of his back. His own gait is slowed, every step jolting the silver teeth digging into his right hind leg and sending sharp pain shooting through him. He’s not sure how much longer he can run, and he can hear them - the bloodthirsty cries of the townsfolk dead set on his murder.

They had been found out. So many cycles of living in this town, living among its residents as a friend and neighbour, and still they’ve all turned on him. Of all the times for it to happen, too. It was the moon he had agreed to make Robin a wolf. She had already been weakened from the wolf taking hold when they had been attacked, the silver already a weakness but her body not yet given over to the strength of the wolf.

Steve wishes he could take her to Nancy, knows Nancy would help despite everything, but the townspeople have blocked them off, funneled him in his blind panic. His only hope is to lose them is the wood, but even then he might lose Robin to his own fumbling medical knowledge.

But first, he has to get away from their pursuers. Steeling himself with a deep breath, Steve enters the Witchwood.

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Eddie is no stranger to people trying to do him harm. It’s been a constant in his life from the time he was a child, long before his gifts had awakened. And one that had- well. It’s been a constant of his life, sure as the cycle of the moon and sun. So he notices the prickle of someone entering the woods, but he gives it no regard. It happens a few times a year, that someone gets it into their heads that they will be the one to kill “The Witch of the Woods”. None ever even make it to him, losing themselves in the enchanted trees.

These trees are older than him, and their magic is their own. They like him and welcome him among them, but otherwise are hostile to outsiders. In the beginning, he had tried to help those who became lost in the woods, but those days have long since passed. Despite what his uncle says about his soft heart, Eddie’s become bitter and jaded and he no longer pays any mind to those who venture into the woods.

But this time, something is different. Eddie feels the disturbance of someone crossing into the forest, feels the shift of magic as the forest warps around them, and it’s… different. The ways and paths of the trees are second nature to him, he can tell by the shimmer of magic against his skin which paths have been revealed and which hidden away and this…

The forest is being lenient, gentle. The interlopers are shown the ways to peaceful places, soft and danger-free. Eddie can recall only a few times that the forest has been kind to intruders, and it has almost exclusively been to children.

So he’s more than curious already when he feels the buzz of more people crossing the boundary into the woods. A lot more. And Eddie realizes that this hunt is not for him.

The trees are not so kind this time, opening its twists and turns like a maze, a trap for anyone foolish enough not to turn back immediately. They don’t, of course. They never do. Eddie pays them no mind, drawn instead by curiosity to the two that are being pursued.

He steps between the trees, slipping into a space that’s folded away between reality, picking his way with ease through paths that are there and paths that are not until he emerges at the edge of a small clearing, moonlit and mossy. Theres a tiny spring-fed pond and there, limping toward it, is a wolf. It’s huge, the size of a small bear, with a strong frame and thick russet fur.

It notices him at the same time as he notices it, and it’s massive head swings to face him, teeth already bared in a snarl. It’s hackles raise, and it turns fully, squaring up, a threatening growl rumbling across the little clearing to him.

Eddie steps back, already gathering his power until it glows around him with dark energy, because this is no normal wolf. Even without the size and the silver trap clamped around its leg giving it away, he can see it in its eyes, feel in its presence that this is something more.

He recalls his childhood, the warning tales at his mother’s knee. He remebers later, freshly chased out of town and taken in by his uncle, watching as the old man leafed through his ancient book and warned Eddie that he wasn’t the only dangerous thing in the wilds. Eddie has no doubt that he’s come across one of those dangerous things now. He looks at the wolf and knows exactly what he’s seeing.

A werewolf.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #fantasy au #werewolf Steve #Eddie’s not really a witch he doesn’t practice witchcraft in any real way #that’s just what the people call him #I’d say he’s more of a sorcerer with a sprinkle of Druid #I’m still calling this the wolf and the witch because they both start with w lol #this was supposed to be a one and done ficlet but it kind of became something else and now I want to continue #magic Eddie #werewolf Robin #she was just bitten like a couple of hours ago poor robs TToTT #it’s important that you know Eddie’s magic is black or dark red and his eyes go black when he really uses it #both Eddie and Steve (and now Robin ) have elongated lifespans #Nancy is Steve’s ex and she knows that he’s a wolf #she doesn’t exactly like it but she’s working on that with herself and she would still protect him with everything she has #writing #my writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

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tamlinweek · 1 month

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#spring court #spring court aesthetic #tamlin #pro tamlin #tamlin poll #tamlin week #tamlinweek #tamlin week 2024 #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

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mxnsterbabe · 3 months

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Male Orc/Male Reader SFW Wordcount: 4,047 Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist | Commission for @doomfisthero

You've only just started work at Ink Envy, but the gorgeous orc receptionist has caught your eye. When he asks you to tattoo him, things go even better than you could have imagined.

You arrived at Ink Envy on a brisk morning, the kind where your breath formed clouds in the air, mingling with the faint buzz of the city waking up. The shop front was beautiful with its bold, gothic lettering and windows adorned with intricate flowering designs. Your heart thrummed with nerves; this was the beginning of… well, you’re whole career.

Pushing open the door, the chime above announced your entrance, slicing through the hum of anticipation that filled your chest. The walls were decked in a myriad of designs, from the delicate to the daring. Your eyes, however, were drawn to the figure behind the reception desk.

The receptionist stood there, an imposing presence with his broad shoulders and long, messy black hair. Two enormous tusks jutted from his lower jaw. Yet, it was the warmth in his eyes, a soft, mossy green that truly caught your attention. He looked up from his paperwork, a hint of surprise in his expression before it melted into a welcoming smile.

"Morning," he greeted, his voice deep and resonant, the sort that filled the space and made you feel oddly at home. "You must be the new artist. Andromeda mentioned someone was starting today, but she's not in until the afternoon. I'm Ceth, receptionist and piercer."

A flicker of confusion crossed your mind, realising the slight mix-up, but Ceth's calm demeanor eased your worries. He rounded the desk, his movements surprisingly graceful for his size, and gestured for you to follow him.

"Let me show you to your space," he said, leading you through the parlour, past stations that showcased an array of artistic talent.

Your station was a cosy nook by a large window, blinds half closed to offer ample natural light that danced across the clean, inviting setup.

“Need help setting up?” Ceth asked, and his dark eyes sparkled.

There was a lump in your throat as you stammered to reply, “s-sure, sounds great. Thanks.”

He grinned wide, and it lit up his entire face so beautifully. Your cheeks warmed at the thought. First day, and you were already flushed scarlet?

As Ceth helped you set up your station, though, his calmness soothed your jittering nerves. Every time he passed you something, his fingers brushed against yours, sending a tiny thrill through you. It was surprising, this little spark, but not unwelcome.

He adjusted the lamp for you, making sure the light was just right. "Good lighting's crucial," he said, his deep voice making the words feel more like a promise. “Though I’m no tattoo artist myself.”

The light fell across his face, and showed off off the maze of tattoos that wrapped around his arms and peeked from under his shirt. They were a mix of the old, the kind of designs you'd imagine on ancient orc warriors, and the new, with some twists that felt modern and bold.

Ceth noticed you staring and gave a small, proud smile. "Each one's got its own story," he shared, pointing to a thick band of ink on his arm. "This one's for strength," he explained. It felt intimate, him sharing these bits of his life with you, like he was letting you in on secret chapters of his story.

“And this one?” you asked. In a sudden rush of boldness, you reached out to trace a thick, curving line that vanished around the back of his neck.

Ceth hummed, and the vibration went right through your arm and all the way to your chest in a delightful shiver.

“That one’s for love.”

Your mood dropped. Of course somebody so handsome was already taken.

Maybe he sensed it, too, because his enormous hand skimmed across yours, the warmth of him seeping into you. “I’m not married or anything,” he said gruffly, “it’s more like… the idea of love. Us orcs can be romantic.”

You snorted in disbelief, but his gaze had captured yours.

“Some of us anyway,” Ceth corrected. “Anyway, do you need a hand with anything else?"

You swallowed thickly, hating how your whole body tingled with such a simple touch. "Just this last bit," you said, pointing to a tricky piece of equipment and trying not to think about his hand on yours.

With the last piece of equipment finally in place, thanks to Ceth's steady hands, you took a step back to admire your new station. It was more than just a workspace; it felt like a small piece of you, a little piece of Ink Envy that belonged to you.

Just as you were soaking in the moment, the entrance door chimed, heralding Andromeda's arrival. She was a vision, her tall and curvy frame accentuated by a vintage fifties dress that hugged her in all the right places. You weren’t into women, but between her and Ceth’s rippling muscles, it was easy to imagine why they were both so popular.

The single eye in the middle of her forehead sparkled with a mischievous glint as she stepped into the tattoo room and saw you standing there.

"Making yourself at home, I see," she teased, her voice rich and full of warmth. Her gaze shifted between you and Ceth, a playful smirk curling her lips. "It looks like you've already taken a liking to Ceth. Can't say I blame you; he's one of our best."

You felt a flush of warmth at her words, glancing at Ceth to find a hint of a blush on his cheeks too.

“Come off it Andromeda,” Ceth scolded. There was warmth in his eyes despite his rough voice.

Andromeda, ever the gracious host, didn't dwell on the moment. She clapped her hands together, her single eye gleaming with excitement. "Right, let's give you a quick refresher before we open up. I know we did the grand tour last week, but it never hurts to double-check.”

You smiled. “Sure.”

“You’re not really an apprentice, just new to Ink Envy, but I’d like you to check in with me at the end of each day for a little bit. Any problems or questions, come right over to me. While you’re waiting on the clients coming in, work on your portfolio a bit, shadow some of the other artists if you want some inspiration."

She whisked you around the parlour, her energy infectious. Despite having seen it all before, her enthusiasm made everything feel new and exciting again. Andromeda's pride in Ink Envy was palpable, from the carefully curated art on the walls to the spotless workstations, each reflecting the unique spirit of the artist who occupied it.

As the tour wrapped up, Andromeda leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You don't have any bookings yet, but the buzz is already building. People are curious about the new talent we've snagged. Give it a bit of time, and you'll be as in-demand as the rest of us."

Her confidence was reassuring. With a final, encouraging pat on your shoulder, she sauntered off to attend to her own preparations, leaving you with a sense of anticipation for what the day might bring.

Ceth, who had been a quiet presence during Andromeda's whirlwind tour, now turned to you with a soft smile. "Looks like you're all set. If you need anything, though, I'm right up front."

There was something in the way he said it that made you believe he truly meant it. It wasn't just about being colleagues; there was a genuine offer of support there, a foundation for something more.

As the first customers began to trickle in, curiosity alight in their eyes as they glanced your way, you felt a surge of gratitude for the warm welcome you'd received. Ink Envy was more than just a tattoo parlour; it was a community, a family of sorts, and you were starting to feel like you belonged.

As the day unfolded, Ink Envy became a hive of activity, the air thick with the buzz of machines and the murmur of voices. Customers filtered in and out, their eyes bright with the anticipation of new ink. You found yourself swept up in the energy, fielding inquiries with a growing confidence that surprised even you. By midday, you had your first two bookings—a collection of small, intricate designs and a sprawling back piece.

In the lulls between consultations, you sketched up ideas, your mind whirring with creativity. The vibrant, geometric patterns flowed from your pen, and you wondered if you could ask to put a piece of your own on the wall. You were so engrossed in your work that you didn't notice Ceth approach until he was right beside you.

"That's quite something," he remarked, his voice tinged with intrigue as he peered over your shoulder at the designs spread out before you. His proximity sent a subtle shiver down your spine, the warmth of him so close - but never quite touching.

"Thanks," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest. "It's a bit different from the usual stuff here."

Ceth hummed in agreement, his gaze still fixed on your sketches. "It's nothing like any of my tattoos, but... I like it. A lot, actually." There was a pause, a moment charged with something unspoken before he added, "Would you design one for me? Something in your style?"

The request took you aback, a mix of honour and excitement bubbling up inside you. "I'd love to, Ceth. Do you have anything in mind?"

His response was a thoughtful look, his eyes scanning the sketches before settling back on you. "I trust your vision. Maybe something in blue."

The thought of leaving your mark on him, in the form of a tattoo, felt intimate, a tangible sign of the attraction that had been simmering between you all day.

"You sure you're ready for something this bold?" you teased, gesturing to the most vibrant of your sketches.

Ceth's reply was a grin, his confidence unwavering. "I think I can handle it. Besides, it's not every day I find an artist who can make me see colours quite like you do."

Despite his usually reserved nature, Ceth seemed to find comfort in your presence, allowing his words to carry a lighter, more teasing edge. "You know," he mused, leaning casually against the edge of your station, "I never took myself for someone who'd go for something so... vivid. There's a first time for everything, especially when the artist has such... compelling persuasion."

His words caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily lost for words. The way he held your gaze, a soft challenge in his eyes, made your heart skip a beat. Yet, before you could muster a response, he was called away to the reception desk, his duty pulling him back to the front of the shop.

You found yourself watching him as he moved, the ease with which he interacted with clients and managed the bustling front desk a testament to his skill and dedication. Even from a distance, you could see the way his presence put people at ease, his quiet confidence a steady anchor in the lively environment of the parlour.

As the last rays of sunlight faded, marking the end of your first day, you turned your attention back to the design you'd been sketching for Ceth. The lines flowed freely, inspired by the interplay of light and shadow, and the vibrant, geometric patterns took on a life of their own under your pen.

When Ceth returned, his shift at the reception desk over, you presented the design with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. His reaction, however, was nothing short of admiring, his praise genuine and effusive. "This is incredible," he said, his voice carrying a warmth that seemed to colour his words with a deeper meaning. "I can't believe you came up with something this perfect so quickly."

Those words sent a rush of warmth to your cheeks, the flattery leaving you flustered yet elated. The connection between you, already sparking with potential, seemed to deepen in that moment, the shared excitement over the design a bridge between your worlds.

"We should set a date for this," Ceth suggested, his gaze lingering on the sketch before meeting yours again. "I can't wait to see this come to life."

The realisation that Ceth would be your first client brought with it a surge of both pride and nerves. To mark his skin with your art, to leave a piece of yourself with him, felt like an intimate exchange, one that transcended the usual artist-client relationship.

As you agreed on a date, the significance of the moment wasn't lost on you. The third of February - Ceth would be your first proper client.

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Over the next few days, the rhythm of life at Ink Envy became more familiar, and you settled into routine. Clients came and went, and the designs you had to prepare began stacking up. Your portfolio of sketches grew, vibrant geometric patterns mingling with the softer, more organic designs requested by your clients.

Yet despite how busy you were, your thoughts often drifted to Ceth. You'd catch glimpses of him throughout the day, his presence a constant in the back of your mind. Whether he was greeting clients with his quiet confidence or organising the front desk, you found your gaze lingering a moment too long, a distraction that was both welcome and unnerving.

His laughter, rare but rich, would send a warmth cascading through you, and the briefest touch—a brush of hands as you passed him a pen or the momentary press of shoulders as you navigated the busy space—left a lingering heat on your skin.

Finally, the day arrived for Ceth's tattoo, a day that had been marked on your calendar since the first day. As you prepared your station, the usual calm that accompanied your routine was tinged with an electric charge, the air around you thick with the weight of the moment.

When Ceth approached, you smiled. “Come on over,” you chirped, “I’ve got the stencil ready and everything is good to go.”

Ceth’s smile brought a familiar flicker rising inside of you. He sat down heavily, broad body making the chair creak.

You grinned, holding out the stencil. “You’ll, uh, need to remove your shirt. We decided on the ribs, right?”

“Mm,” Ceth hummed. “It’s one of the few spots I still haven’t been inked yet.”

You took a moment to mentally prepare yourself, focusing on the stencil in your gloved hand instead of the way Ceth’s massive body shifted, so close your knees almost touched. “All right,” you said finally, “take it off, then.”

The moment Ceth removed his shirt to allow for the stencil application, the air in the room seemed to shift. The expanse of his skin, already marked with dozens of sprawling tattoos, now laid bare before you, sent a flush of heat to your cheeks. The sight of him stirred something deep within you, a flicker of something you couldn’t place.

Carefully, you positioned the stencil, your fingers brushing against the warmth of his skin. Ceth's steady breathing, the rise and fall of his bare torso beneath your hands, was a grounding rhythm in the charged silence of the room.

The buzz of the tattoo machine filled the space between you and Ceth. As you began, the needle dancing across the stencil, Ceth's composure remained unflinching. It was impressive, really, how he stayed so stoic.

"Doesn't that hurt?" you ventured, breaking the silence, your focus unwavering from the task at hand. You thought of your own multiple tattoos, years and years of work, and how even you had flinched once or twice in the past.

Ceth chuckled, a low sound that seemed to vibrate through the room. "I've had worse scrapes from a day in the garden," he quipped, his tone light. "Your hand is steady. It's comforting, in a way."

“You garden?” you asked without thinking.

When you paused to glance up at Ceth, he was smiling amiably. “Sure, sometimes. I’m no landscaper, but I’m good with a shovel and a watering can.”

It was easy to picture him, massive shoulders straining a tight t-shirt, dusted with dirt as he worked the garden. Or did he work without any shirt on at all? You had to steady your hand at the thought, suddenly flustered.

Thankfully, Ceth broke through your thoughts before you could embarrass yourself. "So, do all your clients get this level of service, or am I just special?" he teased, a hint of a smile in his voice, even as he remained perfectly still under your hand.

"You might just be topping the charts," you admitted, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

The hours slipped by, marked not by the clock but by the progress of ink on skin, the design coming to life with each stroke. Ceth's resilience was impressive; he hardly seemed to notice the discomfort, his attention instead caught up in the exchange between you.

Yet, as the tattoo neared completion, the air between you grew charged. You had to lean right over him to finish the last dots of colour, free hand pulling the thick muscles taught. The proximity, the intimate touch necessary for the art, seemed to amplify everything and it left you sweating nervously.

Finally, you reached a natural pause, the majority of the design laid down in bold, vibrant lines against Ceth's skin. You found yourself hesitating, staring at the tattoo to avoid meeting his gaze.

"Maybe we should take a break," you suggested, your voice steadier than you felt. The words were an excuse, a chance to step back and breathe, to regain some semblance of control over the racing of your heart.

Ceth agreed, a knowing look in his eyes as he rose from the chair. The break was necessary, a brief respite from… whatever was going on between you.

As you stepped away to gather your thoughts, the reality of it all finally settled in.

Taking a moment for yourself, you stepped into the back room, the cool air a sharp contrast to the warmth of the tattoo room. The buzz of the tattoo machines faded into a distant hum, allowing you a moment of quiet to collect your thoughts.

When you returned, something in the air had shifted. Ceth was waiting, his usual composed self, yet there was a tension in his posture, a hesitancy that you hadn't seen before. His eyes met yours, and there was something there, a warmth, that made your stomach flip.

The room seemed to grow smaller around you. The gentle hum of the place faded into the background, the world narrowing down to just the two of you.

Ceth broke the silence, his voice low, each word measured. "There's something I need to say," he began, the words hanging between you, heavy.

The anticipation was a tangible thing, a thread pulled taut, ready to snap. You found yourself holding your breath, waiting for him to continue, the air between you thick with the unsaid.

Words failed him, and in a moment that seemed to suspend time, Ceth stepped closer. The space between you evaporated, and with a gentle certainty, he kissed you.

You felt a rush of warmth and softness as his lips crushed yours. The world tilted slightly, and in that instant, everything else fell away, leaving only the sensation of his insistent lips on yours, the sweet musk of his cologne, the tickle of his tusks as Ceth drew you ever closer.

Your initial shock melted into the kiss, a soft sigh escaping you as you leaned into the moment, head whirling. Ceth's hands found their way to your waist, grounding you, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, the world outside the embrace fading to a distant murmur.

When you finally parted, the world came rushing back, the sounds of the parlour returning to fill the silence. You flushed, remembering that there was only a thin curtain between you and the rest of the shop.

In the aftermath of the kiss, a silence enveloped the room. Not awkward, but heavy with the significance of… everything. Ceth was the first to break it, his voice softer than usua;. "I don't usually do things like this," he confessed, his gaze locked with yours, searching, as if trying to gauge your reaction.

For a brief, heart-stopping moment, fear prickled at the edges of your mind, the worry that maybe this moment, this connection, was something he regretted.

Then Ceth continued, his voice firmer, laced with a conviction that chased away any doubts. "Kissing you? That might just be the best decision I've ever made."

The honesty in his words, the open admission, brought a warmth that flooded through you, chasing away the last remnants of uncertainty.

"I asked for the tattoo because I wanted to get closer to you," he admitted, a shy smile playing at the corners of his mouth.. "Seems like it worked better than I hoped."

The confession drew a laugh from you, a sound of pure joy that filled the room.

Leaning in, Ceth captured your lips in another kiss, this one softer, his tusks barely brushing across your lips, feather-light. Even that was enough to make you sigh, melting against him.

As you pulled away, the reality of the situation settled back in, the reminder of the unfinished tattoo rushing back to you.

"We should probably finish the tattoo," you murmured. “tt's not good to leave it exposed for too long."

Ceth's chuckle was warm, his gaze softening with affection. "Your concern is sweet," he said, his hand reaching out to gently brush against yours.. "Let's finish it then. Maybe after, we could go for dinner?”

The invitation was unexpected but immensely welcome, stirring a flurry of excitement within you. "I'd like that," you replied, your voice carrying a hint of eagerness you couldn't quite mask. The prospect of spending more time with Ceth, outside the walls of Ink Envy, made you shiver in anticipation.

As you slipped on a fresh pair of gloves and prepared to resume your work, the atmosphere between you shifted. There was a lightness now, a sense of openness that hadn't been there before. Despite the nerves fluttering in your stomach, your hands remained steady.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Ceth said, a note of wonder in his voice that mirrored your own feelings. "Can’t say I’ve ever gotten myself a date this way before."

"It's not the most conventional start, I'll give you that," you admitted, the needle buzzing as you resumed your work. The lines flowed smoothly, the design coming to life under your careful touch. "I'm not complaining."

"Neither am I," Ceth replied, his voice steady despite the sensation of the tattoo.

As you worked, your mind buzzed. The excitement of seeing the tattoo completed, of witnessing your art permanently etched onto Ceth's skin, was thrilling. Yet, it was the anticipation of dinner that really had you on edge.

"Any preferences for dinner?" you asked, glancing up to meet his dark gaze.

Ceth considered for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "Surprise me. You seem to be good at that."

You hummed in agreement, smiling to yourself.

It wasn’t long before you were finishing up, thoughts of dinner still on your mind. As the final lines of the tattoo were laid down, a sense of accomplishment washed over you. It was beautiful - a splash of colour amongst Ceth’s otherwise heavy, black tattoos.

"There," you announced, a smile tugging at your lips as you wiped away the last of the ink. "All done."

Ceth rose, examining the tattoo with a mix of admiration and awe. "It's perfect," he said, and there was something wistful in his voice.

Ceth barely gave you time to wrap the tattoo before his hand found yours, an electric spark running through you at the touch. He pulled you gently into an embrace, his strength enveloping you in a comfort that felt like coming home. ns.

Breaking away, he whispered, a mischievous glint in his eye, "Dinner's just the beginning, you know. I've got plans for dessert."

His tone sent a shiver down your spine. How could you say no to that?

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ozarkthedog · 2 years

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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 · 𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧

summary: lloyd offers solace if you make it through the maze. “but if I catch you...” his eyes darken with a ravenous glint, “your body is fair game.”

warnings: lloyd hansen x fem!reader. basement wife. chase kink. prey/predator behavior. rough and nasty everything cause it’s lloyd. threats/taunts. oral sex. slight spit play. anal play. penetration with a knife handle. cream pie. sex in a hedge maze. soft!lloyd. slight aftercare. no beta.

word count: 3570

author’s note: this is one of my fav kinks ever. i hope you all love this as much as i do. 💙gif credit: @lilacevans

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

“But I stayed on the grounds!” You argue, fists clenching at your sides.

Lloyd spins on his feet and stalks towards you. Subtle rage furrows his brow as he walks you back into one of the elegantly designed walls. He leans a hand against the wall, high over your head pressing his much larger body into yours, and sighs through his nose.

“Let’s compromise shall we?” He offers with a wicked smile. “You make it to the end of the maze and I won’t punish you. I’ll even tell the guys to back off the next time you want to go for a walk.”

Your eyes glimmer with hope until his head cocks to the side. He leers down at you like a lion with its big paw on struggling prey. “But if I catch you,” his eyes darken with a ravenous glint, “your body is fair game.”

Your stomach drops.

“Come on, it’ll be fun! Plus, you’ll get some of that exercise you were looking for. It’s a win win.” He says boisterously as he clamps an arm around your shoulder.

You look up at him with uneasy eyes.

Lloyd soaks up your worried frown. The thought of chasing you down and claiming you always made his cock swell.

He shuffles the two of you into the foyer. “I’ll give you a head start considering you don’t have shoes on and cause your legs are smaller than mine.” He jests and bops you on the nose.

You dumbly look down at your bare feet and then back up to him with doe eyes.

He raises a pointed finger, “Ah ah- you don’t wanna dig a deeper hole for yourself now, do you?”

Lloyd unlocks one of the massive double doors. “You get 2 minutes, Buttercup.” He waves a hand towards the maze and his playful smirk suddenly drops into a hard line. “Then I’m coming after you. Like I said, fair game.”

You don’t waste a second.

You run out of the foyer and across the courtyard, dashing up the steps to the entry of the hedge maze in a flash. The setting sun illuminates the extravagant yard in a wash of dusky purples and orange hues.

You stand uneasy on the precipice of the giant labyrinth with its green, leafy walls soaring high into the sky. You’d completed the maze once before but it was with Lloyd by your side. He’d lived in the gigantic chateau for years and traversed the winding maze many times so he knew it like the back of his hand.

You bite your lip as you stare into the mossy alley. It wasn’t a good bet that you could beat him at his own game. Countless times he’d set you up to fail and you walked right into his trap.

This didn’t bode well for you.

“I’d get moving. Tick tock!” Lloyd’s voice bellows across the yard. You stare back at him as he leans cooly against the immaculate doorway biding his time.

You grit your teeth and take one last look at the stoic man before gathering your white, flowy dress in your palms and sprinting into the verdant maze.

Shades of pine and juniper whip by in a hurried frenzy as you race one foot in front of the other.

You take a left and then a right as you begin your journey into the winding maze. You remembered the first few turns and that there was a statute pointing to the exit of the maze but the rest was a blur.

Each step is anguish as stones dig into your bare soles. You curse him under your breath as you take a right turn and run past one of the many marble statues that line the corridors.

Lloyd made it clear when you arrived at the Chateau that you were his property. He dressed you only in sheer white dresses and forbid any shoes unless you were going outside. He liked you half nude and barefoot.

You stop short, almost twisting your ankle on the rocks when a sinister voice hollers from behind.

It was Lloyd.

“Time’s up, Sunshine!” He yells from the entryway. “Ready or not, your ass is mine!”

You roll your eyes at him acting like this was some twisted version of a children's game and like your mind and body weren’t on the line.

Pins and needles puncture your lungs as you run fast around each corner. He’s clearly gaining on you as the booming footfalls get closer and closer.

“Buttercup…”

His taunting voice echoes over the hedges. It slithers into your spine and makes you quiver. You force yourself to keep moving despite the constant heckles and the urge to submit.

“Why you runnin’ from me?”

It doesn’t even sound like he’s chasing you, more like he’s stalking you. Waiting for the opportune time to strike.

“You scared of me? Scared of big bad Lloyd?”

Tears prick your eyes every time you turn a corner, imaging he’s laying in wait, ready to take you down and make you pay for your disobedience.

A sharp left and then straight for 5 paces, another sharp left, and then a clearing emerges.

It’s the center of the labyrinth.

You’re halfway to freedom.

“I won’t hurt you!” He yells. His voice is so clear it sounds like he's right next to you. “I’m just gonna fuck you into the ground. Maybe choke you a little. That ain’t too bad!”

You run into the core of the maze as his taunting gets louder. Blood pounds in your ears with every step and your dress clings to your dewy flesh.

A large fountain sits directly in the center with small hedges and shrubs circling it. Dim, yellow hues light the yard while a handful of stone benches and statues fill out the rest of the area.

Your eyes dart around the arena looking for a place to hide as the sound of crunching stone gets closer. You race towards one of the small hedges and dive behind it. Rocks clink when your body hits the ground just as Lloyd turns the corner.

His heavy footfalls cease. It’s deadly silent. Only your heart beat and the splashing water from the fountain burst in your ears.

Your body shakes with primal fear as he stalks around the center of the labyrinth.

“I know you’re here,” Lloyd muses, darkly. “I can smell you.”

You’re core instinctively clenches. Despite the anxiety and adrenaline, your panties are sticking to your cunt. You’re absolutely soaked.

“Oh Buttercup.” He sings melodically. “Come out, come out wherever you are.”

Your fingers dig nervously into the rocks. You eye one of the various exits out of the center and wonder if you can make a run for it.

“Listen, I'll do my best to not go too hard on you.” He says with a chuckle as he dips a finger into the water testing the temp. “Who am I kidding? I can’t do soft. Unless it’s soft serve Mint Chocolate Chip. M’mm M’m! That shit’s delicious!”

You catch the whimper in your throat before it escapes. Your heart pumps frantically in your chest and you scream at yourself to run as the sounds of crunching stones get closer.

Then the crunching stops.

Your eyes whip open just in time to see a dark, massive shadow gliding over the uneven stones and smothering your own.

“Here’s Lloyd!” He yells, manically next to your head.

You shriek and shove a hard elbow up and back landing a solid hit to his nose. A jarring crunch and a painful grunt echo into the dusky sky.

“GOD DAMNIT!” Lloyd stamps his foot, hollering in pain.

You narrowly escape his clutches as you jump to your feet and race out of the clearing. Bile rises in your throat knowing the monster is not far behind. White billows behind you, dancing chaotically as you sprint for your life down a random corridor.

Your mind spins and your chest heaves but you continue to run as you hear him closing in.

“I applaud you, Buttercup. I really do.” He praises you while stalking close behind. “Never thought you had it in you.” Lloyd sounds partially impressed by your display of strength. “But you’re gonna pay for that little outburst.”

You hiccup in fear and race down another stretch of green, running until your heart feels like it’s about to burst through your ribcage.

After a few more turns, you stop. You listen for any sign of Lloyd but all you hear are the chirps of crickets. You slump against the greenery and take a deep breath before peering down the corridor in front of you.

Elated tears spring to your eyes when you gaze upon the exit to the maze. Not more than 20 feet straight ahead, stands a glorious marble statue pointing the way to freedom.

Your body lights with newfound energy and you hightail it towards the opening despite your bruised feet and seared lungs. Your eyesight is a blurry, watery mess of green and stone as you run with all your might.

With all the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you couldn’t help but laugh. You did it. You beat the bastard at his own game.

The fear starts to die down when abruptly your world flips–

“Caught ya!”

A hand ensnares your dress and your body whiplashes in slow motion. Your fingers graze the open air of the exit before he tosses you to the ground.

The wind knocks from your lungs. You sputter and cough as you reach toward the exit with desperate hands.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I step on your moment?” He sneers before grasping your feet and dragging you across the rocks to his feet.

You hastily dig your fingers into the rocks and scream, wildly kicking your feet as Lloyd laughs madly. “I’ve got you now, my pretty!” Lloyd quips.

He dodges your flailing limbs as he yanks you into his ferocious hold and tears your dress up the side. He tosses it to the ground leaving you bare and gasping.

“We can do this the hard way,” Lloyd wiggles his bruised nose and sniffs some fallen blood, “or we can do this the hard way. Your choice.”

You struggle pitifully as he cages your wrists and jars your body with a rough shake. Your head whips to the right unexpectedly and your cheek explodes with a bright flash of pain as Lloyd stuns your frantic movements with a pop.

You catch a glimpse of his sweaty, tousled hair and bloody features and your fight or flight instinct kicks in. You’d never seen him so feral before and it made your belly cramp with submission and insatiable arousal.

He presses a strong hand to your throat and you whimper. Your eyes fall to his heaving chest as you blubber out an apology.

“Uh uh, it’s too late for that.” He shakes his head, strands of hair fall and grazes his temple. “You don’t get to back out now. Especially not after busting up my face.”

He shoves you to the ground by your throat. Your knees hit the gravel and the shock makes your mouth whip open in pain. Lloyd uses it to his advantage and shoves two thick fingers past your lips making drool slip from the corners of your mouth.

“Awe is my pretty baby already foaming at the mouth for my cock?” Lloyd purrs as he takes out his heavy length. “Did you miss me as much as I missed you?”

He gives it a long tug from weeping tip to veiny bottom before smacking it against your cheek and smearing precum along your jaw. “I gotta say you put up a good chase.” he praises while slowly dry humping the side of your face. “Made me fuckin’ rock hard.”

The fingers in your mouth tip your head back and keep your lips stretched as he stands over you like a child tormenting an ant. Your body quakes under his feral stare, making your eyes brim with salty tears and skin prickle with eager anticipation.

“I didn’t think I could get any harder but here you are on your knees, lookin’ all sad that you lost. God damn, I love seein’ those pretty eyes water.”

The shock of it catches you off guard and you heave when he spits directly on your exposed tongue. “Gonna need all the lube you can get.” he says, thumbing the apple of your cheek. “My cock is gonna tear you up.”

His fingers crane your jaw wide and he shoves his bulging cock past your lips. You whine under the intense pressure as your tendons ache from the obscene stretch. His musky brine washes over your tongue as he drives his length in as far as it’ll go.

The fat mushroom head nudges your throat cruelly forcing you to gag sickly around him.

His fingers dig into your scalp as he fucks your face with deep plunges. Spit coats his balls in a shiny layer as they smack against your chin with each punishing shove.

He growls ferociously low as the beast finally stakes its claim. “Gonna make sure you remember this.” His hands encompass your slippery jaw for a tender moment before he pinches your nose closed.

Your eyes bug and you urgently shove at his hips but it was like trying to move a building. He towered over you with such power and strength that it was pointless to fight.

He drives his length in deep, shoving his cock just a bit further down your windpipe, and your bloodshot eyes water profusely. Your chest heaves and your belly revolts, wanting to spew from the unwanted probing.

“You look so pretty like this. On your knees. Knowin’ your place.” He mutters, thumbing at falling tears.

Your fingers dig anxiously into his black trousers as each frightful second ticks by. Your head feels airy and light like it might float away if he didn’t have his cock lodged in your gullet.

“Thatta girl. Get all stupid and weak for me.” He groans at your hazy features when your eyes start to roll backward. The spark in your eyes dims ever so slightly and your body sags.

He rips his cock from your mouth and slaps your cheek with a callous hand shocking you back to life. If he didn’t have a hand locked in your hair you’d have fallen from the impact. “Lookit’ you actin’ all fucked dumb and my cock hasn’t even stretched that cunt yet.”

You mewl and pitifully shove at his hands when he easily manhandles you onto all fours.

He grasps the back of your neck when you start to struggle. One large hand fits almost around the entire column as he tuts at your silly attempts at escape. “Shh shh, we’re just getting to the good part.”

Lloyd presses your face into the cool rocks making your ass stick high in the air as he crouches behind you. “God damn.” You hear him mutter as he stares unabashedly at your cunt. Your pussy clenches under his gaze and drips steadily down your thighs.

“Fuckin’ knew it.” Lloyd chuckles and brushes a finger through your drenched, creamy slit making your hips writhe. “You love this just as much as I do. You’re one sick puppy.” A thick wad of spit hits your pussy and it makes you whine.

Lloyd watches the fluids mix before tapping his swollen, leaky crown against your tight folds. “As I said, I’m gonna tear you up.”

It was your only warning before he drives his solid length into your snug cunt. You scream from the intrusion and burn despite the ample amount of spit and arousal.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight. Feels like you tryin’ to rip my dick off.” He groans.

You fit like a sleeve around his cock as he pummels you into the ground. His hands envelop your hips with a bruising hold, pushing and pulling you on his dick like a little rag doll.

A gluey ring of cream wraps around the thick girth and sticks to his curls as your pleasure mounts.

“No, no.” He sneers and with a rough hand seizes the back of your neck halting your peak.

He drives his cock into the hilt and stills, pressing against your ass with his Adonis belt, and coats every inch of his length in your viscid arousal. “You’re not comin’ until I fuckin’ tell you to.”

You mewl from the painful pleasure as the spongy head of his cock brutally kisses your cervix as he inches his way into your stomach.

He’s so fucking big you could hardly breathe.

Lloyd’s body folds over yours, crushing you into the hard ground as you yelp under the weight. “Think I won’t try and bust through your cervix?” He threatens. His breath is hot against your cheek as his mustache rubs your skin raw. “I’ll fill your insides with my cum until it’s dripping out each and every one of your holes.”

You squall as your ribs grind against the unforgiving stone. He leans over you, twisting your head until you're looking at him out of the corner of your eye. Your sight is blinded for a moment as light glistens off something shiny in his hand.

The cold press of steel against your cheekbone makes you go rigid.

“Oh, damn. That cunt just got fuckin’ tight. Almost made me shoot my load.” He grunts and forces his girth into your channel. “Can’t have that when I just brought the life of the party!”

You’re stock still as he lightly traces the knife down your back. It glides over every notch in your spine as he leans back and slowly watches his cock pump into your devastatingly soaked core.

A warm hand spreads your ass cheeks and showcases his cream stained cock. He taps the knife gently against your puckered hole and you wail.

“Oh, don’t be a baby. You’ll enjoy this.”

You jump when a dollop of spit lands on your ass. “Easy now. No sudden movements if I were you.”

Your breath hitches when you feel something press against your untouched hole. You shake your head in disbelief and mewl with nervous anticipation.

Lloyd hums contentedly to himself as he pushes the handle of the blade carefully into your ass. “What a fuckin’ site.” He gloats and presses until it’s lodged to the hilt.

He slowly thrusts his cock into your searing channel and holds the knife steady, testing the waters until he deems it safe. The ungodly stretch from the uncommon plug burns as he fucks his length deeper with every drive.

“Who knew you’d be such a slut for my knife. It’s fuckin’ you real good ain’t it?” he taunts as he begins moving the smooth handle of the blade in and out of your ass, matching the strokes that claim your cunt.

A horrid gasp falls from your lips as a wave of pleasure suddenly knots in your belly. You clutch a handful of rocks as the cramp grows tighter and tighter. You hastily beg to come as he thrusts steadily into your silken caverns.

He grits his teeth, feeling his own peak at the base of his spine.

“You cum on my knife like a good girl or I keep you plugged with it until tomorrow.” He sternly orders.

The threat tips you over the edge and you come with a shriek around his cock. Lloyd’s hips stutter as your cunt locks around his dick and swirls, milking the come from his balls as the handle of the knife prolongs your pleasure.

A growl rumbles deep in his chest as he fucks his load into your soaked core, filling you to the brim with every drop.

Your body is exhausted. It’s frayed and worn from the adrenaline that slowly withers from your limbs. You go slack in his hold and barely hiss when he eases the handle of the knife from your ass. You’re numb to the elements and from the pain as copious amounts of white drip from your abused folds.

He cradles you in his arms and smooths a hand over your tired features. “I’ll make sure the guys give you some space when you go out for walks, okay?” He says, softly.

You smile weakly and pull him down into a tender kiss. His bristly mustache tickles your upper lip and you push him away with a chuckle.

“What do you say I draw you a warm bath and we eat dinner and dessert in bed.” he offers, while effortlessly picking you up bridal style.

“That sounds lovely.” You purr, combing your fingers through his messy, damp strands as he walks towards the exit.

“Good. Now let’s get the fuck out of here. I’ve got a serious craving for some Mint Chocolate Chip.”

WHO WANTS TO MAKE THIS MAN ANGRY?? I DOOO 🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️

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thebunnednun · 2 months

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LA!Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader Enchanted meeting Part 4

Part 3: Here.

Back again my loves!!~ Raise your hand if you wanna fuck the clown!

Reader gets sassy in the next one I promise.

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The dense foliage of the island's forest enveloped them, casting dappled shadows that danced across the forest floor as they ventured deeper into its heart. Your heart pounded with a mix of adrenaline and uncertainty, each step forward a silent testament to their resolve. Zoro and Brooks led the way, their presence offering a sense of reassurance amidst the oppressive silence of the jungle.

"So, what's the plan now?" Brooks voice was barely above a whisper, as if afraid the very trees might betray their presence.

Zoro glanced back, his expression unreadable behind the bandana that adorned his forehead. "We find the crew. That's our top priority."

(Y/n), breaking the silence as she scanned the surrounding foliage for any signs of movement. "They could be in danger if we don't find them soon."

"And what about Buggy and his lackeys?" Brooks's bony fingers tapped against the hilt of his sword, a subtle reminder of the looming threat.

"We deal with them if they decide to show up again," Zoro's grip tightened on his swords, a silent promise of confrontation.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you pushed through the thick vegetation, your senses on high alert. Brooks followed closely behind, his skeletal form swaying with each step as he scanned the area for any signs of danger.

The memory of Buggy's piercing gaze lingered in the reader's mind, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. There was something unsettling about the way he had watched them vanish into the foliage, a silent predator biding his time. As they ventured deeper into the forest, the sounds of the outside world faded away, replaced by the symphony of nature.

Your footsteps were muffled by the thick carpet of leaves beneath their feet, the occasional rustle of wildlife the only indication of life in the dense jungle. Hours passed, each minute stretching into eternity as they searched for any sign of their missing crewmates.

The weight of responsibility pressed down on the your shoulders like a leaden cloak, each moment of uncertainty a silent reminder of their duty.

"We need to split up," Zoro's voice shattered the oppressive silence, his words cutting through the air like a blade.

You blinked, taken aback by the suggestion. "Split up? Your mossy ass can’t even find your way around town-"

"It's the only way we'll cover enough ground to find them," Zoro's gaze was steady, a silent command that brooked no argument. "You go east with Brooks. I'll head west. We'll meet back here by sundown." Before you could protest some more, Zoro had already vanished into the underbrush, leaving them standing alone with Brooks. The skeleton swordsman shrugged, a skeletal grin spreading across his face.

"Well, shall we, my dear friend?" Brooks's voice held a note of anticipation, a ghostly echo amidst the silence of the forest. You linked hands with the afro pianist and got to steppin. With a heavy sigh, you nodded, steeling yourself for the task ahead.

As you ventured deeper into the forest, a sense of unease settled over y’all like a shroud. What dangers lurked within the shadows of the jungle, and would you ever find your missing crewmates amidst the tangled maze of trees and vines?

And what of Buggy, the enigmatic clown whose presence loomed over them like a dark cloud? Would their paths cross once more, and if so, what fate awaited them at the hands of the unpredictable pirate?

Only time would tell as the reader embarked on their journey into the heart of the unknown.

Suddenly, a rustling in the bushes ahead caught your attention, and you froze, your muscles tense as you waited for whatever lurked within to reveal itself. You didn’t have much fight left, but you weren’t going down like that. However, instead of a threat, a familiar figure emerged from the foliage, his black hair and distinctive scar marking him as none other than Luffy, the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates.

"Hey, guys!" Luffy called out, his voice ringing out through the forest as he bounded towards you with a wide grin.

"LUFFY!"

Relief flooded through you as you swallowed Luffy into a tight hug. Brooks joined soon after as the three of you quietly rejoiced. He tugged you both through the dense undergrowth, your heart lightened at the sight of your friends gathered together in a small clearing. Nami, Sanji, Chopper, and Usopp were huddled together, their expressions a mix of relief and concern as they took in the sight of you and Brooks emerging from the forest.

"Thank goodness you're all right," Nami said, her voice filled with relief as she rushed forward to embrace you. "We were starting to worry when you didn't come back."

"We ran into some trouble with Buggy and his crew," Brooks explained, his voice grim as he recounted the events of the encounter. "But we managed to get away before things got too heated."

Usopp paled at the mention of Buggy, his eyes widening in fear as he clutched his slingshot tightly in his hand. "Buggy?" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear. "But he's one of the most dangerous pirates in the East Blue!" Sanji scoffed at Usopp's words, his expression filled with disdain.

"Please, Buggy is nothing compared to the likes of us," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "We'll take him down without breaking a sweat." But despite Sanji's bravado, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Buggy may not have posed a threat in that moment, but you knew that he wouldn't give up so easily. And with a bounty on your head, you couldn't afford to let your guard down for even a moment.

As you and your friends discussed your next move, a sense of determination settled over you. You may have escaped Buggy's clutches for now, but you knew that the real challenge lay ahead. And with your friends by your side, you were ready to face whatever dangers awaited you in the treacherous waters of the Grand Line.

But as you glanced back towards the forest, a chill ran down your spine at the thought of the clown pirate lurking in the shadows, his piercing gaze following your every move. The encounter may have ended for now, but you knew that this was only the beginning of your journey into the heart of darkness. And with Buggy's watchful eyes upon you, the real battle had only just begun.

Wait…..

“ZORO!”

You slapped your hands over your mouth in shock as the surrounding birds began to fly away. Luffy and Nami turned towards you with a serious look passing between them. Usopp groaned as he pulled his bandana over his face. “My dear,” Sanji’s soft voice called toward you, ”Please tell me that he is somewhere close by?” You shook your head no and began to tie your sweaty hair away from your face.

“Welp, we’re fucked,” Usopp stood up and began to pace around. “I’m fucked, you’re fucked, we’re all!-”

Robin proceeded to slap the back of his neck effectively cutting off his speech.

“Zoro will be fine. He’s barely had enough time to even get lost on the island. Luffy and I will go search for him while you guys have a rest.” She took note of her bag in your arms and nodded towards it. You nodded back, happy to not use words as you realized your lungs were still burning. Robin gently pulled the bag from your arms and you sat down in the tall grass.

Luffy continued, “Nami and I will be back by sunset. If we don’t find him by then, Sanji and Usopp will take the next round. Robin and Chopper will-” you raised your hand and Luffy slowly tilted his head forward. “Robin, Chopper, and (Y/n), will go out next.” Everyone nodded towards the straw hat captain as he and the navigator set out.

“The funky clown was after her. I don’t think it’s a good idea for her to be on the move.”

“(Y/n) is her own person and she can defend herself. I think she doesn't want to be alone right now. I can’t stop her from wanting to help and find her friend.”

But little did they know, amidst the dense foliage and winding paths of the forest, another figure moved with silent purpose. His flamboyant attire stark against the muted greens and browns of the jungle, watched from the shadows as the reader and their companions disappeared into the distance.

A smirk played across his lips as he adjusted his tricorn hat, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and anticipation. The game was afoot, and Buggy was determined to play his part to the fullest.

With a theatrical flourish, he melted into the undergrowth, his smile echoing through the silent forest like a harbinger of chaos.

Hours had passed before the duo came back without the mossy giant. Sanji and Ussop had no luck either. During this time, you had enlisted Chopper and Brooks to help chop wood and draw the layout of a wood cabin. The materials you compacted inside Nami’s bag would come in handy. (You really put those boys to work, lol.)

Chopper took the time to hug and smooth out your hair before getting to work. You appreciated the moment of comfort it brought you. Communication was touch and go for a while with your voice still recovering as you tried to ignore the other aches and pains.

At the very least, the foundation of the cabin was laid. Not to brag or anything but it was a very large cabin in the middle of nowhere. The nearby tree’s still offered privacy and there was plenty of farmland and a nearby waterfall/river. You also enlisted Sanji and Robins help in digging a basement with three levels. You and Sanji got to work on the bathrooms while Nami and Luffy set forth creating the walls for the second and secret third floor.

You personally saw to finishing the roof of the cabin before sending everyone to get started on the farm outside. There was no telling when you’d be able to get back your mission or when the ship would be repaired. Speaking of which, you had checked on the remains within the pouch inside Nami’s bag. Safe and sound, for now that is.

You all ended the day extremely tired and sweaty. You were happy in your abilities to create such a home for your family to live in during this uncertainty. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the sea. Especially with Zoro missing and that damn clown on the loose.

As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, casting an orange hue over the island, you and your crewmates gathered inside the now finished cabin. Sanji produced some matches and brought the fireplace to life, the crackling flames providing a comforting warmth against the cool evening air. Despite the chaos and danger that lurked in the shadows, there was a sense of camaraderie and unity among your group, a bond forged by shared trials and victories.

As you sat by the fire, sharing stories and laughter with your friends, your thoughts drifted back to the encounter with Buggy and his crew. Despite the danger they posed, you couldn't shake the feeling of curiosity that tugged at your mind. Why had Buggy sought you out? What did he want with you, and why did he seem so fixated on your presence?

What was with that damn nose and why did your little smooch set him off?

Lost in thought, you barely noticed when Brooks approached you, a concerned expression on his skeletal face. "(Y/n), are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "You seem lost in thought."

You shook your head, forcing a smile as you turned to face him.

"I'm fine, Brooks," you reassured him, though the unease still lingered in the pit of your stomach. "Just thinking about everything that's happened today."

Brooks nodded understandingly, his hollow eyes filled with empathy. "It's natural to feel overwhelmed," he said, his voice soft and comforting. "But remember, we're all in this together. No matter what challenges we face, we'll overcome them as a team."

His words were a comforting reminder of the bond that held your group together, a reminder that you were not alone in this journey. With your friends by your side, you knew that you could face whatever dangers lay ahead, whether it be pirates, marines, or the treacherous waters of the Grand Line.

As the night wore on and the fire burned low, your crewmates settled down to rest, the gentle sounds of the jungle lulling you into a peaceful slumber. You, Robin, and Chopper began to venture out for Zoro. Sanji and Luffy would be keeping watch while Nami and Brooks got some rest. This whole ordeal was slowly starting to wear on all of you. Before you left, Nami passed you the dagger you dropped inside the big top. “Be careful out there,” she hugged you three before going inside.

And as you ventured off, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stirring within you, a hope that no matter what trials awaited you on the horizon, you would face them with courage, determination, and the unwavering support of your friends.

Hopefully 8 hours of sleep.

Robin had regained her compass and you both took turn carrying Chopper. The beach was empty with no sign of Zoro or the Flashy fool. (Thank God!) But you couldn’t help but stand far, far away from where the man once lay.

As the night deepened, casting long shadows across the forest floor, a sudden rustling in the underbrush shattered the tranquility of the evening. You and your crewmates tensed, reaching for your weapons as you scanned the darkness for any signs of danger.

But instead of a threat, a figure emerged from the shadows, his distinctive red nose and flamboyant attire marking him as none other than Buggy the Clown. His toothy grin sent shivers down your spine as he approached, his eyes fixed on you with a almost teasing predatory gleam.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Buggy said, his voice dripping with amusement as he sauntered towards you. "It seems I've stumbled upon quite the little gathering."

He stood over six feet tall and sported a sexily teasing look. Maybe you were staring too hard because his angry green eyes flicked directly towards you. Time honestly just stopped there for both of you. Your (e/c) starbeds locked with his piercing green ones in a mix of curiosity and interest. Your whole body seemed to hum especially down there again-

Blinking hard, you bristled at the sight of him, hand tightening around the hilt of your dagger as you prepared for a confrontation. But before you could react, Buggy raised his gloved hands in a placating gesture, his grin widening.

"Now, now, there's no need for hostility," he said, his tone disarmingly casual. "I'm not here to cause trouble. In fact, I've come with an offer."

An offer?

You exchanged wary glances with Robin, unsure of what to make of Buggy's sudden change in demeanor. But before she could respond, Buggy turned his attention to you, a calculating gleam in his eyes. "I couldn't help but notice that you've lost quite the swordsman," Buggy said, his gaze lingering on your lips with a mixture of curiosity and greed. "And I just so happen to have a score to settle with him."

You bristled at Buggy's words, taking a step forward.

"What are you getting at, clown?" Chopper growled, his voice angry and anxious. Buggy chuckled, his grin widening as he took another step closer.

"Simple," he said. "I'll back off your swordsman in exchange for her."

He nodded in your direction, his eyes gleaming with avarice as he gestured towards you with a flourish. Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a chill running down your spine as you realized what he was proposing.

You felt a surge of fear and anger rise within you, the thought of being handed over to Buggy like some kind of bargaining chip filling you with a sense of indignation. But before you could voice your protest, Zoro stepped forward from the brush, his expression steely as he faced off against Buggy.

He seemed as cool as ever, though. Rolling an apple in his hands and offering it towards you. You frowned and his grinned stretched even wider as he withdrew the apple and brought it to his matching lips.

You watched him take a sinful bite as the juices dribbled down his chin. That lizard part of your brain wondering what it would look like to have you dripping down his chin instead. His chuckle broke your trace however and he wiped his mouth with the back of his glove.

"Tik tok, cherry princess. There's no sea water out here to help you."

"Like hell I'd ever agree to that," Robin stepped forward, her voice dripping with contempt. "You think I'd trade one of my friends for some measly berry? You've got another thing coming, clown." Zoro walked past the clown prince like he didn’t even exist.

Buggy's grin faltered at Zoro's words, his eyes narrowing as he took a step back.

"Fine," he said, his tone bristling with annoyance. "But don't say I didn't offer you a chance. You'll regret turning me down, mark my words."

With that, Buggy turned on his heel and disappeared into the darkness, leaving you and your crewmates standing in the silence of the forest, the tension thick in the air. But despite the danger that lurked in the shadows, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at Robin and Zoro’s unwavering loyalty, a reminder that no matter what challenges you faced, you would always stand together as a team.

The tension lingered long after Buggy's departure, casting a shadow over the otherwise tranquil night. You and your crewmates remained on high alert, wary of any further threats that might emerge from the darkness.

Zoro's refusal to entertain Buggy's offer had earned him a mixture of admiration and gratitude from the rest of the crew. As the initial shock of the encounter began to fade, you found yourself filled with a newfound sense of respect for the swordsman.

"Thanks, guys," you said softly, breaking the silence that had settled over the group. "For standing up for me back there."

Zoro grunted in response, his expression unreadable as he stared off into the distance. "Don't mention it," he muttered, his voice gruff. "Just doing my job as your friend."

Despite his gruff demeanor, you could sense the underlying sincerity in his words, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that held your crew together.

Robin grabbed your hand tightly and the four of you began to walk home quietly and carefully. Buggy was clearly on the prowl and you didn’t realize how badly you were shaking until Zoro scooped all of you up to take you home.

You couldn't bring yourself to admit that it was from excitement though.

As the night wore on, the tension began to ease, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and unity among your group. You gathered everyone inside and were greeted sweetly by the best cook and best shot in all the seven seas. You added more wood to the fireplace, the crackling flames casting a warm glow over your faces as you got ready to turn in for the night.

But even as you tried to push thoughts of Buggy and his crew to the back of your mind, a nagging sense of unease lingered in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't shake the feeling that they would return.

But for now, you pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the comforting presence of your friends and the shared sense of purpose that bound you together.

And as you settled down to rest once more, the comforting warmth of the fireplace lulling you into a peaceful slumber, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring within you, a hope that no matter what trials awaited you on the horizon, you would face them head on.

As for now, you were content with curling up around the rest of the crew and having a bath first thing in the morning.

But little did you know, just outside your window in the shadows stood a flashy man. His green eyes glowing in the darkness the lush forest had to offer.

Buggy was determined to meet you again and as he looked over your sleeping figure one more time it couldn't be more clear he was not giving up.

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Will the man become the monster, or the monster become man?

(steddie | explicit | 5k | cw: Beast!Steve, monsterfucker!Eddie, inspired by this Tumblr Post | AO3)

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His lungs burn, screaming for precious air as Eddie runs as fast as his legs will carry him.

Twigs claw at his skin, the stinging pain a distant sensation, secondary to the wild crescendo of his beating heart. Behind him, he hears the snapping of branches, even louder than the roar in his ears, and the heavy footsteps of his pursuer. The ground beneath him trembles, telling of the shrinking distance between him and the beast that hunted him.

Above him, the merciless glow of the full moon illuminates the path before him. If you can call it that, it is not much more than a desire path created by the wild life that live in these woods. It winds through the dense trees, slowing him down as he has to duck and twist and jump if he doesn't want to trip or run into a tree trunk. It's like he can feel the body heat of the monster chasing him against his back, a stark contrast to the crisp autumn air, making his hair stand on end and his feet speed up.

There's a meadow somewhere ahead, and beyond it, the Maze Garden, which he knows like the back of his hand. If only he could make it...

He never stood a chance.

Just as he bursts through the trees and into the clearing, the beast pounces. It slams into him, throwing them both to the mossy ground at the edge of the meadow. It’s heavy, holding Eddie down with its weight and he feels its damp breath against the vulnerable skin of his neck.

The ground is soft enough to cushion their fall, but it still knocks what little air there is out of his lungs with a soft hiss. He feels more than he hears the rumble of the beast on top of him.

"Are you...laughing? That fucking hurt, you brute. My poor behind," Eddie grumbles, not really annoyed, but playing it up just so Steve can nuzzle against his cheeks and kiss his ear in apology.

The rumbling only increases, vibrating through Eddie's body. "I'm sorry, love, do you want me to kiss it better?" Steve asks, his voice so deep it sends shivers through Eddie's body. It resembles a low growl that does not hide his beastly nature, even when he speaks softly and playfully.

Eddie squirms under Steve's heavy body to free his arms. Cupping Steve’s face with his hand, Eddie gently pushes it away from where it's tucked into his neck to get a proper look at his husband. His fur is soft under Eddie's palm and Steve nuzzles his muzzle into the hand that holds him. His sharp canines peek out from between his dark lips, and even darker eyes look down at Eddie with love and hunger.

Steve looks like what nightmares are made of, and yet he's everything Eddie ever wanted, ever needed. To Eddie, Steve was the most beautiful thing that ever walked the earth. From the ivory-colored horns on top of his head, almost hidden in the lush mane of gold-brown fur, to his massive paws, adorned with their deadly claws that never touched Eddie with anything but gentle devotion, to his fluffy tail. And his frankly massive cock. Can't forget that.

For that, and Steve's equally massive and kind heart, is what ruined Eddie for everyone else.

Eddie never regretted telling Nancy, the witch who cursed Steve to live as a beast until he found his humanity by learning to love selflessly, that he did not want Steve to lose that side of himself completely. Eddie had fallen in love with both the beast and the man and didn't want to part with either. She had given him a knowing smile at his request and granted it with a soft kiss on his cheek.

Since then, every full moon, when the light of day has faded, man becomes a monster. Only to become human again with the first light that touches the earth.

Smiling up at the man who stole him first and then his heart, Eddie accepts the tender licks and nips on his lips, his jaw and down his sensitive neck. It's a heady feeling to have something as deadly as Steve's fangs so close to where his heart pumps life through his body. To know that Steve could kill him with a single move and not even break a sweat.

It fills him with as much warmth as thrill to know that Steve wouldn't. He'd rather kill himself than let anything, anyone, hurt Eddie.

Eddie knows this because he still wakes up shaking some days to the images of Steve lying on the ground, broken and bleeding, a knife sticking out of his chest. A knife aimed at Eddie because he dared to love a monster.

It was his love, Eddie's love, that saved Steve that day, effectively breaking the curse and giving Steve a second chance. Who would have thought that the town freak's life would turn into a fairy tale. But it did, with a prince and a castle and all. His mother had always told him that there was magic and goodness in the world, and that he would get to have both if he just stayed true to his heart. Eddie only wishes she could see that she was right.

Lost in his own thoughts, it takes Steve nipping at his collarbone with his sharp teeth, drawing a single drop of blood from where one of them pierced his skin, to bring Eddie out of his head and back to the mossy ground. "Am I boring you, angel? Or should I kiss you -" Steve rumbles over him as he leans back on his haunches to eye Eddie like his favorite dinner, "somewhere else?"

“I want to say yes, but I’m afraid Claudia will kill me if I ruin any more clothes. And by ‘I’ I mean you, and by ‘ruin’ I mean tearing them to shreds with your claws.”

It shouldn't be possible for a 7 foot tall furry beast with fangs and horns to pout, but that's exactly what Steve is doing. He gives Eddie his best puppy dog eyes and Eddie is so in love with him that he doesn't know how it hasn't killed him yet.

"Fine, don't look at me like that. You know, we could just try, I dunno, me getting undressed like a normal person. Just an idea."

Another laugh rumbles through Steve's huge body, so strong that Eddie feels it vibrating through his as well. Steve playfully licks a wide stripe across Eddie's cheek, and before Eddie can express the mock disgust on his tongue, Steve's growling voice in his ear sends an almost violent shudder through his body.

“We could, but where would be the fun in that?” As if to accentuate his words, Steve’s sharp claw follows an invisible path down Eddie’s chest, starting at his bopping Adam’s apple and veering to the left over his rapidly beating heart before placing his paw on the center of Eddie’s chest.

Steve’s dark eyes are looking into his own, a silent question in them. Eddie knows that he’s in charge of what they’re doing, always has been. Steve might be able to overpower him and take what he wants but that’s not what either of them is here for.

For Steve, it's Eddie's willingness to submit, to surrender to him, because Eddie wants to. Wants Steve. Needs him, even. It's Eddie's trust in him, Eddie's devotion, that makes Steve purr and writhe, out of his mind with lust and love.

For Eddie, it's the fact that Steve could take what he wants, sure, but doesn't. It's the thrill that comes with the proximity of a predator, the knowledge that Steve’s deadly claws and fangs could rip Eddie to shreds, not just his clothes. And yet all they ever did was caress Eddie, cherish him, claim him, please him.

It was never really a question for Eddie what his answer to Steve would be. He nods with a feral grin that matches Steve's answering one and silently apologizes to Claudia in his head before pushing all thoughts of their friends and staff out of his mind.

The next thing he knows, his shirt is hanging in tatters from his frame and Steve's rough tongue has made it its mission to taste every inch of his upper body, adding a hint of teeth here and there. It's astonishing how much control he has over them as they scrape across his hard nipples without breaking the skin, causing Eddie to moan brokenly.

The ground beneath him is still surprisingly warm from the sun that has been heating it all day, but with the cloudless, star-studded sky above them, the warmth of the day is long gone. Eddie's whole body shivers as the cold air hits his skin and he's glad for the warmth radiating from Steve's body. He’s not wearing any clothing except for some lose pants even if he never lets himself be seen in this form by anyone but Eddie but his thick fur is keeping him plenty warm.

The town’s people think the beast got turned back into the handsome prince, a perfect fairy tale ending. They are happy to believe their reformed ruler is once again fully human, thanks to the town pariah now turned consort. Only very few know the whole truth and only Eddie is allowed to see this side of Steve. It’s his and his alone. He might have to share his husband with a whole (albeit small) kingdom but this right here? That is only for them. Only for Eddie.

Steve’s enormous paw has wandered from his chest to the prominent bulge in Eddie’s pants, putting just the right amount of pressure on it to drive Eddie crazy but not enough to give him any kind of relief. “So eager to be claimed by me. Out here under the stars, where anyone could walk by and see.”

Eddie's cock twitches at these words, at the thought of someone seeing them like this. The beastly looking creature joined with Eddie's fragile human body, so easily broken, yet cherished by this powerful being. Chosen as his mate. Steve could feel it, of course, and as always, he reads Eddie like an open book.

"You'd like that, huh? Everyone seeing us like this. Say it, love. Tell me." He's stroking Eddie through his pants, the pull of the velvet against the sensitive head of his leaking cock igniting more of the heat pooling in his groin. Instead of answering, all Eddie can manage is a breathy whimper as he shakes his head desperately. "No? You don't want people to know how desperate the Prince's consort is for the hideous beast they have hated and feared for so long?"

Eddie wants to tell Steve so many things, most of all how much he loves being his consort, to have everyone know that Steve is his, that their handsome prince chose him, chose Eddie. But he also longs to be more. Craves to be -

"Mate," he gasps between moans and whimpers, "wanna be your mate."

The hungry growl that comes from Steve at his words doesn't sound human at all. It is the sound of a ravenous animal, hungry and about to devour its prey.

Eddie has never been so turned on in his entire life. Consort. Mate. Prey. He wants to be all of those things, wants to be everything Steve will ever want or need.

Before the thought has fully formed in his mind, Eddie feels more cold air hit his skin as his pants suffer the same fate as his shirt. He really doesn't know why he bothers with clothes on full moon nights. They always end this way. Maybe it's because he loves to see the physical proof of how much Steve wants him.

The way Steve paws at his cock, the rough surface of his paw pads creating the most delicious friction, is even more proof of his desire for Eddie. It's almost painful the way it drags over the sensitive flesh and another dollop of pre slides down the side of it. Steve bends down to catch it on his tongue before it reaches the thick patch of pubic hair and Eddie can feel as well as hear his content rumble at tasting Eddie. Hungry for more, the tip of his tongue licks up Eddie's length before dipping into his slit to catch every last drop.

A deep, guttural sound rumbles in Steve's chest, and Eddie thinks to himself that if Steve were a cat, he'd be purring right now. But he's not, so his satisfied growl sounds more like a hungry wolf being fed its favorite meal.

One of his claws plays with Eddie's balls and Eddie has to force himself to stay still, not twitch his hips as he desperately wants. They don't need restraints, he doesn't need to be held down by anything but Steve's presence, the threat that underlies his gentle playfulness.

"If you keep this up, this will be over before we get started," Eddie pants, already on edge, even though Steve has barely touched him. That's nothing new either. On nights like this, his cock starts throbbing in anticipation as soon as the light begins to fade.

"For you maybe. Who says it's going to be over for me, sweet thing?" Steve purrs these words, his lips pressed right against his pulsing cock, and the sensation combined with what his words imply makes Eddie come, suddenly and surprisingly for both of them.

"OhmyGod," Eddie whines, cock still twitching, another weak spurt hitting his stomach and catching in the hair there.

Above him, Steve remains silent, speechless at what has just happened. When Eddie manages to open his tightly shut eyes, he sees his husband looking back at him with an expression so human, it's as if the Prince himself is looking at him right now. There is so much utter and flabbergasted surprise on his face that it would be almost funny if Eddie wasn't so mortified.

"I guess you weren't kidding," Steve finally manages to say, and even his voice now sounds so human in its surprise.

Eddie groans and puts his hands to his face to hide his burning cheeks. "Oh God, please stop talking," he begs the love of his life. He supposes it's a compliment to Steve that he just came like a virgin touched for the very first time.

The familiar rumble is back and Eddie huffs in annoyance at being laughed at. Strong hands - really paws, only with opposable thumbs - circle his wrists and tug gently until he pulls his hands away from his face. Steve's smiling face comes into view, and despite everything, Eddie can't help but smile back at the sight. It always looks a little goofy to him, especially knowing that to most people Steve's smile would look absolutely terrifying. Too many sharp, pointy teeth.

"Don't hide your pretty face from me, my love." Steve chides gently, nuzzling Eddie's nose.

"I will if you laugh at me, asshole." The words lack any heat because Eddie is still fighting that goddamn lovesick smile that's painted on his face.

"I was just laughing at how adorable you are, being embarrassed when you blow my mind with how hot you are." As if to prove his point, Steve presses his groin against Eddie's hip and he can feel the hot, hard line of Steve's arousal. "God, the things I wanna do to you, Eddie, you have no idea. It scares me sometimes how much I want, fuck, how much I need you. So don't hide from me, don't deprive me of your beautiful countenance."

Steve's ardent declaration of love is more beautiful than anything Eddie has ever read in any of the many books he has devoured in his life. Naturally, his reply is just as earnest and heartfelt.

"You absolute sap, I love you and if you don't fuck me right now, you'll be sleeping in the throne room for the foreseeable future".

Another rumble of laughter runs through Steve's body as he bends down to lick the cum from Eddie's belly. When he looks back up at him, his dark eyes sparkle in the bright moonlight. "Your wish is my command, mate."

His soft cock twitches at the name and he knows he'll come a second time before the sun rises.

Sitting up and leaning on one of his elbows, he reaches for the small satchel tied to Steve's pants to retrieve a small vial of oil. "How about you get rid of these then, huh?" Eddie asks, tugging at the waistband before sliding his hand to the huge bulge and squeezing Steve's cock through the thin material. Steve's hips buck at his touch and he lets out a low, growling moan that is music to Eddie's ears. He repeats the motion just to hear it again, twisting his wrist just so and applying a little more pressure to the head, so that the next moan is cut short by a breathless whimper.

When Eddie removes his hand and leans back, Steve makes quick work of his clothes, ripping them off just as he did Eddie's. He swears to himself that this time he'll let Steve explain the sudden loss of their clothes to Claudia. Wayne's knowing looks are enough for him, thank you very much.

His eyes immediately focus on the thick, curved length, his mouth watering at the sight. He's glad he insisted on Steve taking him in their bed this morning. Even if it meant Steve was late for his duties. It means his body will adjust faster, open up more easily.

They learned that it took a little more patience and a lot more oil for Eddie to take Steve in this form. Other than that, all they needed was for Eddie to relax, trust Steve and let him in. And that's something Eddie learned years ago, trapped in a cursed castle with a moody beast and talking household items as his only companions.

His breath catches at the sight of Steve is kneeling in front of him, naked except for the fur on his thick body. Eddie gets on his hands and knees and crawls over to him, oil in hand, straddling his lap, supported by one of Steve's paws on his back, the other between his shoulder blades. Even though his naked body is exposed to the cold night air, he's warm surrounded by Steve. Protected from the outside world in their intimate little bubble.

He dribbles a copious amount of oil on his hands and Steve's length, coating it generously before reaching behind him and lathering his hole with the remaining oil on his fingers. The way Steve nuzzles his throat is distracting and hot in equal measure, his little nips at his collarbone and his hot breath fanning across his sensitive skin enough to make more and more blood rush south. His cock slowly refills where it rests against Steve's and it should give him an inferiority complex, how small it looks in comparison, but all the sight does is make his hole twitch in eager anticipation.

"Steve," Eddie almost whines, taking his husband's pink and deliciously thick cock in his oil coated hand, "work with me here instead of trying to eat me as a midnight snack, yeah?"

One last nip, this one firmer than the rest, drawing another tiny drop of blood from him, and Steve growls in his ear. "Always so impatient, my love. What am I ever going to do with you?" He pretends to wonder aloud and Eddie scoffs.

"How about helping me sit on your massive cock so I can ride you until you come inside me?" Eddie asks with an innocent flutter of his eyelashes, as if suggesting they have turkey for dinner instead of boar.

The feeling of Steve pulsing and twitching against his own length at those words brings Eddie back to full hardness and they both moan at the sensation.

"I take it you like the idea, big boy." It's not a question and they both know it. Steve's paw slides from his lower back to his ass, lifting him further into his lap as if he weighed nothing. His other paw joins the first, and his long fingers slide between Eddie's cheeks, always mindful of his claws. While Eddie holds him steady, Steve spreads Eddie's cheeks so he can line up Steve's cock with his glistening hole.

He can't help but tease, just a little, sliding Steve's length between his cheeks until the head catches at his entrance. Beneath him he can feel how tense Steve is, holding back with all his strength and self-control not to just bury himself in Eddie's warmth. As much as Eddie fantasizes about letting Steve do just that, he knows it wouldn't end in a sexy way. The human body has limits. Still, it's a thought that gets him going like nothing else.

Eddie bears down, trying to remain as relaxed as possible, and slowly shifts his weight to where Steve's cock is pressing against him. It burns and if Eddie didn't know better he would think it would never fit. But he does know better, he knows how delicious the stretch will feel in a moment, how full and complete he will feel then.

One of Steve's paws has settled on his waist to keep him upright, to keep him anchored, and it begins to stroke up and down his side in a soothing way. "That's it, take your time. Easy, my love. I got you. Let me in. Let me be your mate." It's all said in his soft growl, the sound echoing inside Eddie, relaxing his muscles even more and finally allowing the head of Steve's cock to slip inside.

The sound Steve makes sounds wounded, his whole body shaking with it, and Eddie can feel it inside him. He sinks down another inch or two, enveloping more and more of Steve with his body. He's sweating profusely by now, thanks to the effort of holding himself still as he sinks down tortuously slowly, combined with Steve's body heat warming him on all sides and his rapidly beating heart pumping hot blood through his veins.

As he sinks deeper and deeper, he feels Steve's thick cock filling every cell of his being. It's a feeling he's been craving since the last full moon, something raw and animalistic and so profound he can't put it into words. Like it was fate, destiny, some kind of prophecy. Or just his body's reaction to being fucked like it's never been fucked before, all these happy and euphoric feelings driving him a little crazy.

Once he's fully seated on Steve's cock, they both take a moment to just breathe, to adjust to the intense sensation. It always feels like the first time, and Eddie hopes it stays that way until they're old and wrinkled. Sometimes he wonders if Steve's fur will turn gray, too, and he can't wait to find out.

"I love you," Steve breathes out, barely audible if Eddie wasn't so close. "Thank you for choosing me. All of me, even this. Especially this."

Eddie leans forward as far as he physically can in this position and presses sweet kisses against Steve's muzzle. "I love you. Everything about you. Especially this." As he says these words, he begins to move, tentatively rising with the help of Steve's paws on his body before sinking back down again. The drag of the hot flesh against his inner walls sets his nerves on fire, the heat pooling in his groin, his balls already taut. He never lasts long when they fuck like this, even if he has come before.

Steve's not doing much better, Eddie can tell by the way his muscles are twitching. He's still holding back, letting Eddie set the pace, fighting every instinct inside of him that wants to pound, to claim. It's all so hot that Eddie can't help but wrap his hand around his own cock, chasing his release.

"You feel so good inside me. So fucking deep, it's like I can feel you in my throat." He leans back a little, still supported by Steve's paw on him, and puts his other hand on his stomach, where he can see Steve's cock distending it. "Look how well you fill me up, love," he adds, pressing against the bulge.

Steve does as he's told, staring down at Eddie's belly in hungry wonder, and Eddie's hand on his own cock speeds up. The paw that is not propping Eddie up also reaches for his belly so Steve can feel himself inside Eddie. "Mine," Steve growls, "you're mine."

"Yours," Eddie agrees breathlessly. He's so close, he just needs... he needs...

After Steve's fingers wrap around his hand and the tip of his claw strokes the head of his cock, it only takes two more strokes for Eddie to come again, thick ropes of cum matting Steve's golden brown fur, making it look darker.

It's as if someone has cut his strings, all the strength leaves his body and he sinks limply into Steve's arms. He's spent and hypersensitive, yes, but also loose and pliable, so he tells Steve in a soft voice, "Take what you need, my love. I want you to." He can feel Steve hesitating for a moment, letting his words and their implications sink in, so Eddie nods emphatically at his unspoken question and rubs his face against the soft fur on Steve's neck.

"Mate," Steve whispers in an awed voice, his cock pulsing inside Eddie, and it feels so good for Eddie to be able to give this to Steve. Even though his body feels like dead weight, heavy and immovable, he floats on the feeling. He's cradled against Steve's, held still, as if he had any intention of moving away when Steve begins to thrust into him from below. The force of Steve's cock ramming into him makes his body jiggle in Steve's lap. The overstimulation probably borders on painful, but it's only a distant sensation in the back of his mind as he floats too high to really register it.

The sounds Steve keeps making vibrate through him from all sides, around him, inside him, and the way Steve keeps holding him as he ruts into him makes him feel so safe, so loved. Treasured, really, like he's something precious that Steve can't bear to be parted from. Steve is chasing his own high, his own ecstasy, and he's going to find it in Eddie.

The thought makes him smile and he vaguely thinks he should write that down later.

When Steve comes, it's with a high-pitched howl that causes a flock of birds to flee from their hiding place in the surrounding bushes. It's the sound of a wolf howling at the moon, and Eddie knows the townspeople sometimes whisper about the lone wolf that can only be heard at full moon, wondering what it means. They avoid the meadows and woods in the area just in case it's another beast they have to fear. It suits them, so Eddie never bothers to correct them.

He knows it's not a lone wolf, it's a beautiful beast and its human mate.

Eddie must have floated even further away, because when he blinks his eyes again, he realizes that the world has tilted while he was gone. Steve is now lying on his back and Eddie is still held tightly in his arms, covering as much of his naked body as he can.

He's warm and the fur beneath him is soft, the gentle up and down of Steve's chest under his cheek slowly lulling him to sleep. He can feel Steve's cock still nestled inside him, so big that it won't slip out even if he's soft.

Eddie sighs contentedly and smiles, thinking how lucky he is to have this. It's not the first time they've fallen asleep like this and he already knows what their morning will be like. He will wake up at dawn in Steve's very human arms, the crisp autumn morning too cold for them to sleep without the added warmth of Steve's fur.

Steve will already be awake, always an early riser, and he'll kiss Eddie's unruly curls with an affectionate smile on his face. He'll call Eddie a sleepy head and ask him if he'd rather sleep in a bed. Eddie will stretch, savoring the ache in his limbs from the passionate night they just shared. He'll enjoy the sting in his ass where Steve slipped out of him when he turned human again, and the feeling of sticky cum dripping lazily from his gaping hole as he moves to get up.

They will both run to the nearby stables, buck naked, holding hands and laughing joyously like love-struck teenagers. Wayne will be nowhere to be seen, which is for the best. He and Steve got off to a...rocky start, and that's an euphemism, what with Steve taking Wayne hostage only to trade his life for his nephew. Eddie knows that Steve has since grown on Wayne, helped along by Steve giving Wayne his stables and horses to do with as he pleases. It helps even more that Steve makes Eddie smile every day and gives him all the books his heart desires and a personal library to go with it. Something Wayne was never able to do with the meager income he used to make as a blacksmith.

Eddie suspects Wayne knows what they're up to anyway, judging by the way he'll raise a skeptical eyebrow at Eddie later that day.

Once they are back in their rooms, they will crawl into their huge bed under the fluffy covers for another hour of blissful sleep, wrapped around each other, before the needs of the kingdom take Steve away for the day. He will, of course, sneak off to see Eddie, either to seek his counsel or just to steal a kiss from his husband before the next endless meeting commences.

And a month later, they will do it all over again.

#steddie #steddie smut #steddie fanfic #steve harrington x eddie munson #Beauty and the Beast AU #nsft #my writing

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𝘼 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙛

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

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F/n watched as her companion hugged their friends and shed a few tears. She watched awkwardly unsure of what to do considering she didn’t know them and felt uncomfortable as they looked at her when they finished greeting each other.

She did, however, feel grateful for Izuku as he introduced the two to her, “F/n, this is Denki and Eijiro. We used to go to school together.”

She waved at them, awkwardly, “I’m F/n.”

The two smiled at her and shook her hand. Even though they didn’t know her, they were sure to add her to the group and treat her as one of their own.

Shoto then asked a question taking the attention off of her, “What are you guys doing here?”

“Oh, well,” Denki pointed ahead to where they came from, “we cleared the sewers, you guys probably came across a pile of dead bodies, right?”

Seeing their nods, Denki continued, “We use them to enter the city, for supplies. There’s other entrances and exits, but it’s a maze down here.”

“So far, we only cleared where the lights are on. These sewers are big so who knows if any of those dead managed to get in here or if there's a breach somewhere.” Eijiro fiddled with his cloth that hung around his neck.

“Why the city, though?” F/n questioned.

“Considering the city is big, there's a lot of supplies out there.” Eijiro smiled at her.

“That is smart.” Izuku said, “But there’s a lot of dead walking around.”

“Not only that, but we just escaped a horde.” Katsuki crossed his arms.

Denki shivered, “A horde? You guys escaped a horde?” He looked up to the ceiling, “Don’t tell me there right above us.”

“Possibly, but,” Shoto looked at them, “that still doesn’t explain why you two are out here.”

Denki and Eijiro glanced at each other then at the four. They took notice and watched as Eijiro pulled out a map before smiling at them, “For a community. Sortson.”

F/n, Katsuki, Shoto, and Izuku’s eyes widened in relief, “So, it is still standing.”

Denki happily nodded, “Yeah! And we’ll gladly take you there! The others would be happy to see that you’re all still alive.”

“There’s more?” The three boys shockingly but yet happily said.

The red-head nodded, “Yes. Some are out scavenging supplies, but I bet they can make it back.”

“W-” Shoto was then interrupted as growls could be heard. They assumed the horde had passed by but when the growls echoed through the sewers, they readied their weapons and looked behind them.

“Looks like they found a way in.” Katsuki whispered.

The others watched as F/n walked towards where they came from and took a glance ahead. Her eyes widened at the dozen rotters coming their way, it seemed they were really close. Mauve just a few steps away.

One look at the group and they immediately knew as they ran down the sewer with their flashlights and weapon in hand.

“Follow me! I know the way out!” Eijiro yelled as he took the lead. They turned a corner but unfortunately halted as another dozen was just ahead.

“Shit, now what.” Katsuki glared at them.

“That’s the way we came in.” Denki said in despair.

“What about that way?” Izuku pointed behind them. They shined their flashlights into the dark hallway that seemed to go miles.

“We haven’t cleared that way.” Denki said and Ejiro nodded. “We don’t even know what’s in there.”

“Do we even have a choice?” Shoto asked them.

“No.” F/n said and soon began running with the others soon following. They ventured deeper, the air around them feeling humid and dripping water gliding against the mossy brick walls fell into a puddle.

They stopped running and catched their breath when they were at a safe distance. While Katsuki’s, Eijiro and Denki lights seemed to be working fine, F/n’s kept flickering. It annoyed her as she slammed it against her palm.

It worked for a second before going completely off, “Dammit.”

“Good thing we’re fine now.” Denki muttered to himself but unfortunately Katsuki had heard and scoffed at him. “We’re never fine, haven’t you learned that, moron?”

“Jeez.” Denki eyed him, “Looks like you’re still the same.”

Eijiro chuckled, “That’s good.”

“Being brash, arrogant, and impulsive is good?” Shoto questioned and moved out of the way when the blonde tried to strike him with his light.

“Yeah. It shows we still haven’t let ourselves go.” The male shined his light upwards where droplets of water fell.

Izuku smiled at that. He liked the way it sounded, “I still can’t believe we found you guys. Back then, after everyone left, I didn’t think I’d ever see any of you.”

“So did I.” Eijiro said, “But after a while of being alone I ran into Koji and Tetsutetsu. Then it was just us.”

“Are they at Sorston?” Shoto asked, though he had a feeling his answer was right as he looked at Denki.

The yellow-haired male looked down with a crestfallen face, “No…they..died.”

“...How?” Shoto once again asked.

Denki shrugged, “It all happened so fast. One minute I was hugging them happy to see that they were still alive, then the next…someone shot them.”

From behind, F/n listened in to their conversation. It had seemed she was growing closer to them as she felt a little sad for their friend's death. Had she only just met them, she wouldn’t have felt a thing.

“It happened right outside Musutafu.” Eijiro said, “We couldn’t have a proper burial. There were so many of them and we barely managed to escape.”

“Who else is still ali-” Katsuki was interrupted when F/n pointed ahead. “A breach.”

The ceiling had collapsed. They warily walked towards it making sure a rotter wasn’t nearby. Luckily, only one was around and had spotted the group. It tried to walk towards them but with the concrete being placed awkwardly, the rotter tripped, falling and impaling its head on a steel where it then died.

“You guys know your way around here?” F/n asked Denki and Eijiro.

The red head nodded, “Yeah. We cleared out an office building. Shouldn’t be too far from here.”

She nodded and with that, the group followed Eijiro as he took them to a building where they had a view of the entire city. Finally, they could take a breather and rest until something else decides to ruin their day.

#katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #izuku x reader #izuku midoria x reader #katsuki x you #midoriya x y/n #shoto x y/n #shoto x you #shoto x reader

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Horse

#my art #mlp #mossy maze

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🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜 - don't panic! Just pick a face and give me my favourite girl Cora 😘

Guess what! Years later and I finally finished those last three fics! Truth be told, the first two of the bunch have been sitting in my drafts for a whilw now (and I'm not very proud of the third) but nonetheless, here they are! Thank you so much for your ask <3

💙 Drunken Kiss/Tipsy

Zoro pushed open one more door, finding himself on a balcony, in the cool night air. All he had wanted to do was get a moment to breath, away from the partying crowd, and now he couldn’t find his way back. This damn castle was a maze. On top of that, the half-empty bottle he had grabbed for himself before leaving was now fully empty, so he had run out of booze. Great, just great. He placed it down next to the doorframe and leaned against the railing. At least the sky was beautiful. Dozens upon dozens of stars smiling down at him from far away, creating unique constellations that he could never remember the names of.

That was when he heard someone call his name. No, not someone. Her – Cora! And she sounded really whiny. Hopefully she was just being dramatic… With a sigh, Zoro turned back around and headed for the door. But before he could go back inside, the door was pushed open.

Sanji stepped out onto the balcony, holding the door open for Cora, whom he was guiding by the waist.

“Zoro!” Cora called out, staggering into the swordsman’s arms as she held a bottle in her hands.

“Oh god,” Zoro grumbled, holding her close to his chest as he threw an accusatory glance at Sanji.

“She wanted to come see you,” Sanji just shrugged.

He joined his two partners on the balcony, ruffling Zoro’s hair before leaning on the railing, looking out towards the sea.

“You can’t jus’ run off,” Cora complained, muffled by Zoro’s shirt. “I missed you!”

“You’re such a lightweight,” Zoro chuckled. “Hey, waiter, how’d she even get this drunk?”

“I made the mistake of leaving her alone with Nami for a bit too long,” Sanji sighed.

“Yeah, that’ll do it.”

With a lovestruck smile, Sanji plucked the bottle out of Cora’s hand.

“Hey, don’t steal that!” Cora immediately whined. “I wan’ed to give that to Zoro! ‘ts’is favorite.”

“I know, I’m just holding it for him,” Sanji soothed her, running his fingers through her hair.

Scooping Cora up from the ground as if she were a toddler, Zoro sat down on the ground; all the while, Cora kept clinging to him like a koala, tears pricking in her eyes.

“You won’t leave me again, right?” she begged.

“I won’t,” Zoro assured her.

“You’ll stay with me. Do you promise you’ll stay with me?”

“I promise.”

“And you won’t let me go?”

“Not unless I absolutely have to.”

“So never?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Awwww! Roro, you’re the best!”

“I know.”

Sanji just giggled as he pulled the cork out of the bottle, watching Cora snuggle up to Zoro like a little kitten. Not even Zoro’s glare could wipe the smile off his face.

“That’s the first time you’ve let that nickname slide,” he teased.

“You think it’s a good idea to scold her right now?” Zoro threw back.

“No, that would be mean,” Cora murmured.

“Yeah, Zoro’s a big meanie, right?” Sanji cooed.

Meanwhile, Zoro tried to grab the bottle, but Sanji kept it out of his reach.

“Yeah, but he’s comfy,” Cora mumbled, sounding like she was about to drift off to sleep. She probably was. “And warm. And cuddly. And nice. And mean. And pretty. Pretty mean boy.”

Sanji broke out into laughter, as much as he tried to keep quiet. Finally, he handed Zoro the bottle.

“Well, mossy,” he sighed, “sounds like you’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Yeah, and so are you, ‘cause I’m not letting you leave. Unless you’re going to grab me another bottle.”

“Greedy bastard. Let’s finish that one first.”

💜 Surprise Kiss/Impulsive Kiss

“Cora!”

Zoro sprinted through the ruins, scanning the battlefield for any signs of life. He never should’ve left her alone. They never should’ve been separated. This was all his fault. A bunch of thread and a rapier were no match for an entire arsenal of weapons. That damned devil fruit user, tricking him like that… And now Cora had gotten into danger, because Zoro hadn’t been able to look through the lie sooner. Because he had been too stupid to think, Cora might be-

“Zoro!”

Immediately, Zoro started running faster. She was alive! She was conscious!

“Over here!”

“Cora!”

Finally, there she was, in the middle of the ruins of a house.

“I’m stuck!”

Her leg was buried beneath the rubble, her skin darkened with all sorts of grime. His heart racing in his chest, Zoro dropped to the floor next to her. Before he could even think, he had pressed his lips onto hers, devouring her in a desperate kiss. Cora squeaked in surprise, but then let herself fall into the kiss, digging her fingers into his tattered shirt. That was until she pushed him away.

“Yuck!” she called out between exhausted giggles, trying to catch her breath.

“What?”

“You’re covered in blood and sweat! Go shower!”

“And you aren’t or what?” Zoro scoffed, but a smile crept onto his face. “Watch out or I’ll throw you into that river near the town gate.”

“Well, get this stuff off of me first!” Cora demanded, gesturing at the rubble weighing down her leg. “Otherwise, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re so needy,” Zoro joked, but he started moving the smaller pieces and bricks aside.

“Cora!” Sanji’s voice cut through the air.

The cook came sprinting with full speed, coming to a stumbling halt next to his two lovers. He scrambled onto the ground and pressed a hasty kiss to Cora’s cheek.

“Don’t worry, princess, we’re gonna get you out of there.”

“Sanji, I’m fine,” Cora chuckled tiredly.

“Are you sure? Your leg got crushed by a huge rock!”

“Well, I can still feel it, so it’s gotta be fine, right?”

Sanji let out an exasperated sigh that faded into a chuckle. “You’re a bad influence, mosshead.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro grumbled. “Come on, you help move her, I’ll lift the rock.”

Sanji nodded and wrapped his arms around Cora’s waist to pull her out. Zoro, meanwhile, got a good grip on the piece of rubble atop Cora’s leg.

“Careful,” Cora whimpered, suddenly dreading all movements.

“I’ll be gentle, alright?” Sanji assured her. “But I also have to be fast. It’ll only hurt for a moment, I promise.”

Cora nodded, a nod that Sanji echoed to Zoro. On the count of three, Zoro lifted the rock and Sanji pulled Cora backwards. She squeaked in pain, but as soon as it had started, it was over again, and Cora was left panting and quietly whimpering. Her leg had turned a sickly blue and green and was swollen to a worrisome size. Swiftly, Sanji wrapped her in his arms and brushed some loose hairs out of her face, whispering sweet nothings to ease her pain.

“Come on,” Zoro groaned, rolling the soreness out of his shoulders. “Let’s go home.”

💗 Slow Kiss/Gentle Kiss

Cora sat at the dinner table, absent-mindedly humming to herself as she worked on her current sewing project, practiced stitches across the steady fabric. At the same time, Sanji was standing at the kitchen isle, chopping the vegetables for his newest recipe. Every once in a while, he would glance over at Cora, just to get another look at her beautiful face, at the gentle smile gracing her lips, at the fluid motions of her hands. He had to be careful not to get too distracted and cut himself, but it was a tough task when she was just so incredibly beautiful.

“Something wrong?” Cora asked softly without lifting her eyes from her work.

“No, everything’s fine,” Sanji said, “Perfect even, because I get to look at the most beautiful girl across the seas.”

“Just don’t look too hard and cut yourself. Otherwise, this beautiful girl is going to be very unhappy.”

“We can’t have that, of course.”

They worked in silence for a few more minutes, until Zoro came in.

“Hey, waiter, when’s dinner ready?”

“You’re almost as bad as Luffy,” Sanji mumbled. “45 minutes.”

Zoro just scoffed, then turned around and got ready to leave again.

“Zoro, wait!” Cora called, reaching a hand out for him.

So, Zoro turned around once again.

“What?” he grumbled, but he followed obediently like a guard dog, walking towards her until she could hook her fingers into his haramaki.

“I finished your shirt,” Cora announced, presenting it to him. “There, good as new.”

Zoro hummed quietly, plucking it from her hands. “Thanks.”

“I didn’t know you got this attached to your clothes.”

“I don’t.”

“It’s because you made it for him,” Sanji commented with a smile.

“No, it’s not!” Zoro snapped, his cheeks red with embarrassment.

“Yes, it is.”

“Is it?” Cora asked, her eyes widened with adoration.

“Okay, maybe it is,” Zoro mumbled.

With a happy little squeal, Cora jumped up from her seat and into Zoro’s arms, letting him lift her from the floor and hold her close.

“Awwww,” Sanji cooed, “the mosshead’s growing soft!”

“Shut up,” Zoro growled as Cora giggled quietly.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, prompting Zoro to adjust his hold on her, shifting her body a little higher and making sure she wouldn’t fall. Running her fingers through his hair, she pressed a gentle kiss to his chapped lips.

“Zoro?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Zoro mumbled, looking away as his cheeks turned pink.

“Don’t you love me back?”

“Hm.”

Instead of replying, Zoro just kissed Cora back, lingering a bit longer than he usually did, taking his time with his nonverbal response. Butterflies lifted off in Cora’s stomach, goosebumps blooming across her skin. When he finally pulled back, Zoro leaned his forehead against hers.

“How’s that for an answer?”

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"NO!" Ben charges at the maze doors, his eyes locking on Minho, "MINHO! Alby! Don't do this!"

His voice rattles Minho, Ben's eyes wide with betrayal written in every tear. Pupils sharp, Minho stares right back at him, unable to move his attention. "You can't do this to me!"

Ben reaches the towering doors; however, they're too tight a fit for him. Loose bits of concrete fall to the ground as he lets out another scream. Nothing, not the changing, not even a griever's sting, could cause quite a scream to rip from his lungs. Cause him to want to rip his vocal cords out and hope that something may give him a saving grace.

He pounds against the maze walls, writhing in pain as the concrete bruises his hands. The mossy vines rub against his forearm, the only thing sending a calming sensation through him. His lungs fill half way before he needs to let a breath out, panic now setting in. "Please!" Ben's voice becoming too hoarse for his pleads to pass through the wall.

It's quiet, his arms and feet growing tired. "Please..." his eyes water, body sliding against the concrete doors until he's on the floor.

Tears drip onto his hands, the dirt on his hands finally showing as it mixes into a muddy substance. He brings his hands up to his face, laying down against the concrete flooring. Bits of rocks poking into his back and legs. When he lifts his hands from his eyes, the sky has started to grow dark. Shadows merge with the rest of the emerging darkness and Ben's situation truly dawns on him.

No one has ever survived a night in the maze, nor found a way to escape. How could he possibly be the first? His heart beats quickly as he grabs ahold of the bag that they had thrown to him. While sitting up, he opens the bag and starts digging through the items. There's some fruit, veggies, and granola wrapped up. A couple bottles of water hide behind the bundle of food. Rope and other materials make an appearance alongside a note in an inside pocket.

Ben scrambles to open it, looking at the lined paper like it's the last thing he'll ever see. The feeling of the thin paper between his fingers is the only thing keeping him grounded. The feeling of the glade. Of every time he's flipped between the pages of a notepad, talking to Minho about his time in the maze. He stares down at the note, lip trembling as tears fall onto the paper.

His name is written at the top as if it's a decree for his head on a spike. The signature style of the sloppy b only leaves him to believe that Minho wrote it. Ben furrows his eyebrows, thumb running along the paper as he reads. The lines of pain and torture hit his heart harder than anything any of the other gladers could've written.

The mini map at the bottom of the page, uneven and poorly designed, is what sends the ink blurring. There are small notes etched alongside the locations, showing how the maze will appear the next day. Minho used a pen to write what Ben had already knew, took the time to sketch something out in the case that his mind can't think straight.

Ben leans the back of his head against the concrete doors. Letting the paper slip from his fingers and lay against the ground. He finally looks up at his surroundings, watching as the darkness over takes the maze. The only lights in sight are the ones somehow carrying over the maze doors. Flickering from a supposed bonfire. However, the shadows of those dancing and playing aren't there. It seems, there's a somber feeling inside and outside the maze.

A clicking noise echoes down the maze halls, Ben's breath hitching as the sound carries through his ear drums. He hurriedly grabs the paper, crumpling it in his hand before stuffing it into the backpack that the gladers supplied. Ben throws the straps around his shoulders, clipping the clasp across his chest. His shoes slide a little against the slick spots of the concrete flooring as he runs forward.

"Oh shuck," Ben whispers to himself, reaching a spot in sector two that he's not totally familiar with.

It branches in two directions, one left, one right. Click.... Click... The noise grows louder as Ben pulls the paper from the backpack, looking at the locations of the walls. Ben's jaw clenches before taking a right, hand stuffing the paper into his front pocket. His heart beats quicker with each step and each turn he takes.

He takes a turn quickly, stopping in his tracks as he spots a griever a ways down. Its body moves unnaturally, the fleshy parts thick and overtaking the space of the hallway. His eyes can't seem to move from it and the stingers that carry the same venom that sent him through the changing. Air audibly leaves his mouth, body stuck like a deer in headlights.

Ben swallows a thick ball of mucus, lips trembling at the sight of the thing. He takes a step back, staring the griever down. When he takes another step back, he steps on a dried out ivy branch, a thick crack resonating in his ears. However, he isn't the only one who heard the nauseating sound. The griever's body moves in his direction, spinning like a ball.

He breaths heavily, spinning in place and running down the hallway he had just come from. With every noise it makes, he loses track of where he is within the maze, every turn he takes contradicts his knowledge of the maze. Especially with the thought that every turn he takes to escape will reveal another griever ready to rip his head from his shoulders.

He takes a final turn, one that should've carried some forethought. When he looks up, all he can see is a hole in the ground and a large wall blocking him from running elsewhere. He looks back, listening to the sounds of chittering and clicking getting ever so closer. Even the sounds of the sloshing, gummy body sticking to the walls and flooring echo through his ears.

Ben's always been a runner, always on the balls of his feet. Even if it's just a bonfire night, he still jumps back and forth between his feet. Now, though, he feels stuck to the floor. His body weighing down at his senses overwhelming him. The sight of the distance of the hole, the sound of the griever taking another turn, the smell of dirt and vines.

Even for a second, he wonders if this is where he's meant to be. If he's meant to die on this hill, if he deserves it. Something in his mind clicks as he hears the paper crinkling when he turns to look towards where the griever is coming. Minho made a map for a reason, left a note for a reason. This isn't the end of Ben's story, he isn't going to let it be the last chapter.

a/n: my first miniseries here!! i hope you all enjoy

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