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thezeninclan · 2 months

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STARGAZING W GAROU.

one punch man // 18plus. 2159wc. drinking; fingered in public; crude joke; modern au // joint prompt w @satorutsuma : not a fandom i usually write for but 🤌

Garou's smirking at you when you glance over your shoulder, his arms folded behind his head in a way that completely distracts you from- from whatever it is you were planning to say to him. It suddenly doesn’t matter because the tilt of his lips is evidence enough that he knows what he's doing to you, and the way his eyes glint when you meet his gaze causes to you swallow thickly in an attempt to get ahold of yourself.

You skirt his body, admiring the pull of his t-shirt over his biceps and trailing down his torso to glimpse the sliver of skin revealed at his midriff before you suck your teeth and look away from him. "Ya know- you're a dick for someone who isn't even my boyfriend."

You can feel his eyes on you, the weight of them heady and heavy as you finish off your second can of moscato. It almost makes you look back at him, but you stop yourself by the skin of your teeth.

"Not your boyfriend, huh?" He questions, voice low and deep and the only thing you hear despite being surrounded by countless other people who thought it a perfect evening to stargaze at the park. "S'pose it was immature of me to assume you cryin' for my dick meant you were mine," he deadpans as you choke on nothing.

Garou sits up, crowding against your side and unabashedly kissing your shoulder as he caresses your back. There's a smile in his voice as he asks, "You alright?... Would you like another drink?"

"Shut up."

He chuckles, leaving another kiss on your shoulder before pulling away and handing you a bottle of water. "Drink up, babe," he tells you. "I'll fuck you while your drunk but I need you sober when you agree to be my girlfriend."

Your nose wrinkles as you take a sip. "Incorrigible. And a little too confident, don't you think?"

He hesitates, really and truly hesitates, for the briefest of moments and you're reminded of how you ended up here. Of how all the little glimpses of the man behind the life-hardened mask always leave you too curious- too eager for him to unveil himself for you completely.

"Should I worry, yn?"

The sound of your name from his mouth causes your face to go hot.

"No," you admit ahead of another sip of water. "No. I shan't say no. Garou," you tack on his name as an afterthought, the humored hum he offers you in response sending a shiver up your spine.

"You can and you should," he murmurs as he brushes a bit of hair behind your ear. "But...I'll give you the best of me."

You smile, a pleased laugh escaping you as you busy yourself with recapping your water before quickly turning your head and brushing your lips to his. He meets your gaze, color rising in his cheeks when you look up at him from under your lashes. "I don't want the best. I want all."

He licks his lips, slow and deliberate, and you suddenly feel a little bit like prey- you're ashamed to admit you like it, but it's a fact that you're quickly distracted from as he lifts a hand to caress your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek before he lets his fingers trail lower, following the open collar of your wrap dress and slipping just below the neckline to skirt the lace of your bra.

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, your blood rushing through your ears, and your whole world instantly becomes Garou. It's as wonderful as it is dangerous- forgetting yourself- but knowing doesn't stop you from falling deeper under his spell as he continues his descent, fingers slipping down your stomach and giving you a moment to stop him before sneaking under the folds of your dress.

"Do you mean it?"

"Yes," you admit, loving the feel of his breath fanning across your cheek as yours catches in anticipation. "Yes, I mean it."

He tilts his jaw, lips brushing the curve of your cheek as he says, "Good girl," and maneuvers around the fabric of your dress enough to touch the bare skin of your thigh.

"Shhh," he warns at your needy cry. "There are people around, babe. They're gonna know you're a slut for a man who isn't even your boyfriend if you get too loud."

You swallow, suddenly hearing the world around you all again. Your arm slips under where his is propped behind you, your fist gripping the soft cotton of his old Rage Against the Machine shirt. "I doubt anyone thinks you aren't, all things considered."

"I'll clarify for them."

"I'll stab you.' "

He smiles against your cheek. "Threatenin' me with a good time, beautiful?"

"Garou-"

"I know, I know," he says, pulling away from you enough to look at you as he teases your thighs. "You are beautiful," he says, the tone of his voice making you wonder if he really meant to say it out loud. "Just as beautiful under the moon as you are under sunlight."

You smirk, gripping his shirt a little tighter. "Let me guess," you tease, "I'd look better under you."

He surprises you by laughing, his head falling into your shoulder, and you find yourself letting go of his shirt to cradle him closer as you enjoy the gentle innocence of the moment. "Under, on top of- whatever you want, babe."

"Mmhm."

He kisses up your throat, nose brushing your jaw. Somewhere behind a kid starts to throw a tantrum but you ignore it- you have to as your not-boyfriend's fingers brush over your underwear. Your thighs part automatically and he doesn't waste time, pushing wet cotton to the side and parting your folds familiarly, sliding through the wet to circle your clit before teasing your hole.

"Shift your hips a little- good girl."

He offers you another kiss, lips brushing the corner of your eye before he pulls away enough to look normal- natural as he fucks his fingers into you. It's inappropriate, unacceptable even, but it’s lost somewhere between the cover of night, wine, and the unreasonable comfort that his sheer presence offers you. It leaves you uncaring. Openly vulnerable to his whims- eager for them, even.

Your lips part as you tilt your face toward the sky, eyes barely seeing the stars as he fits a third finger inside you.

"Keep quiet," he reminds you. "'s not too much. You take my cock, don't you?"

You nod, your hands settling atop the blanket you all are sharing, and he makes a sound of content as he ghosts your clit with his thumb. It takes every shred of self control to bite back your moans and sighs of pleasure, loving the feel of his long, thick fingers stuffing you full over and over, proving to you just how well he's learned your body as he offers you the perfect pressure and force with every stroke and circle of his fingers.

"Tell me…"

"I take your cock, baby. I-I take it and I love it."

He hums, audibly pleased, and draws a needy type of sound from the back of your throat. There’s a smile in his voice when he asks, "Do you like gettin' fingered in public? Or are you just a slut for me, babe?"

"This is a re-regular evening for me."

He laughs, shifting slightly and fucking you harder and deeper- more obviously as you gasp, wide eyes searching out his as your legs close around his arm. "Garou."

"That right? A normal evenin'?" He asks, voice low and unphased. His eyes meet yours, a cool, a curious look in his gaze before he says, "Relax. You're gonna make it hot-"

"Haa-Ga-Garou. Please just-"

His arm curls around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. "I take you out to stargaze- to be romantic," he taunts. "But, you tell me I'm only good for my dick" -you laugh and he smiles against your temple- "and all you want is for me to make you cum, yn?"

"Yeah," you smile, biting back another moan as your hips tilt into his strokes. "Don't stop, Garou."

"I won't."

His voice sounds just as warm as yours, causing you to grope blindly at his lap. He growls lowly when you palm his cock over his jeans, his fingers hooking against your swollen walls in an unspoken warning. He's hard, the thick length of him reminding you of how painfully empty you are despite being full of his fingers. It leaves you whimpering, shifting needily, and despite knowing what it must look like to everyone around you, you can't stop yourself and he knows it.

You can practically feel self-satisfaction rolling off of him as his fingers slow (never stopping, as though to mock the promise he made you earlier) and you make a sound of annoyance.

"Keep your hands to yourself- good girl, yn." His lips brush your temple, fingers still fucking into you slowly. "And relax, babe. It's such a beautiful night, isn't it?"

"Mmhm."

"I've been wantin' to do this with you for awhile," he admits in a low voice, as though he's worried you'll make fun of him.

It causes you to smile and turn your face into his neck before taking an open mouthed breath of him. "Yeah?... You Sh-should ta- ha, yeah, baby. Right there-" You let your teeth graze his skin, eyes fluttering closed as he fucks you just right, your walls squeezing desperately around his fingers. "Take me out like this more often."

"Cum for me," he murmurs. "Don't fight it. Cum for me and I'll take you out whenever you want, babe."

He grips your shoulder, holding you still as he steadies his pace, curling his fingers to fill you up just a breath more, rubbing his knuckles right up against the bundle of nerves he knows all too well. You cry out, uncaring and just barely buried in his chest as you cum, the wet schlick of his fingers fucking you through it drawing tears to your eyes.

You choke on your gasps, fidgeting in an attempt to get away once the feeling becomes too much, but he doesn't let you go. Instead his squeezes you closer, fucking you in short, hard thrusts of his wrist- easily owning every inch of you through your orgasm, leaving you sobbing and babbling out a garbled mess of thank yous and Garous that he quiets with the softest of sounds, his fingers sliding from your messy cunt, cum staining your thighs and shining on his skin once he slips from under your dress.

You curl into him, face hot and body trembling but stated as you sigh against him, belatedly realizing that you’re clinging to him as your cunt continues to squeeze and twitch around nothing, empty and desperate despite the feeling being too much just a few seconds ago.

"Is ev'wything okay?"

You stiffen, looking up to see a little boy standing next to Garou. It forces euphoria from your mind, leaving you painfully embarrassed as you blink tears from your eyes. "Oh."

Garou sucks his fingers clean. "We're ok, bud. Thanks."

"Weally?" He asks, looking at you.

You nod, smiling reassuringly. "Yeah. I'm just really emotional."

"Did he bweak yo' heawt? My sistew's boyfwiend bwoke hews... I can beat him up fo' you."

You laugh. "It's ok. He isn't my boyfriend."

"Oh... yo' husband?"

"No," you say as Garou says, "I'm her brother."

"Oh," the little boy says, clearly disturbed by the idea. "Well you haf' to be nice to yo' sistew."

"We've workin' on it."

"Good. Ok, well...'m gonna go back since yo' ok."

"Alright." you sniffle. "Thank you for checking. That was very brave of you."

"Mmhm - Papa! It's ok!" He announces as he runs off. "That's his sistew!"

You choke on a laugh as Garou does nothing to smother his.

"As cute as he was, he ruined my fuckin' orgasm," you groan, gasping as Garou pulls you to lay back on the blanket with him. "And you didn’t make it any better."

"'m gonna fuck you later so don't worry."

"You're the best, bro."

He chuckles, the sound warm in his chest as he strokes your arm, keeping you close as he reaches for the container of fruit you all have been sharing, grabbing a pineapple slice with the same fingers he fucked with you and sucking them clean. "I should take you home soon," he says, mouth full. "Probably embarrassed us both enough out here."

"For sure."

Silence falls between you all for a few minutes before he says, "Yn-"

"Mmm?"

"You're my girl- my girlfriend, right?"

You giggle, tilting your chin to kiss his jaw. "Yes. I'm your girl- and you're all mine...you have been. For a while."

"Is that right?"

You tuck your face into his collar, taking another breath of him as he eats another piece of pineapple. "Isn't it?"

He laughs, contented disbelief in his tone as kisses your forehead. "Yeah...yeah, it is."

#opm x reader

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thezeninclan · 6 months

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Been watching Golden Kamuy. Sugimoto is my fav

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thezeninclan · 7 months

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⋆꙳✧༄ Mine

❖ Character: Kenpachi

❖ Reader: Female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.1k

❖ Summary: Kenpachi needed to show you who you belong to and what you mean to him

❖ WARNINGS: Sub!reader, fingering, size kink, breeding, unprotected sex

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Kenpachi was never a man of many words, never going on long speeches in which he’d confess his undying love to you - he'd much rather show you, let you feel just how much he loves you. It's the little ways he always asks how your day has been, how his arms wrap around you so protective whenever you're with him, the way he would put his own life on the line for you without a second thought. Also the way he holds your naked body close to his, big hands holding onto everything he can reach or pushing your thighs closer to your chest so you can feel his love much deeper.

The moment he came home from his mission he dropped everything and awaited you to jump into his arms, holding you as close as possible without crushing your bones, having missed you so much. He wouldn't say it out loud though but you felt the desperation, this need for you in his kiss, how his hand cradled the back of your head when he was not quite ready yet to part from your lips. No exchange of words were necessary before he carried you to your shared bedroom to lay you down onto the bed with utmost care rather than throwing you like he usually would - it caught you off guard but it's a welcomed change for once. Kenpachi’s hands were back on you in an instant, pawing and pulling at your clothes to get you to take them off for him, loving it when you make a small show out of it just for him. “You're beautiful” he mumbled, watching more and more of your skin getting revealed to his hungry eyes and even if he'd tried to hold himself back, he simply couldn't. Once you were entirely bare in front of him, a little smile on your lips when you spread your legs to let him get a good look on your glistening cunt to show him just how much the anticipation his kisses created affected you.

A loud groan rumbled from deep down in his chest, unable to tear his eyes off of your wetness. “My naughty wife” he hummed as he pushed your thighs further apart to nestle his waist between them, his thick cock hanging heavy above your core. For a fraction of a second he thought about ramming it inside of you, feeling this carnal desire to have your walls wrapped around his shaft tightly and to hear you scream and while he loved to see you struggle to take him, he decided that it has to wait for the next time. A little sigh escaped his lips when he looked down to your cunt that was ready to take him only to let a glob of his saliva dribble down onto your parted folds, followed by his fingers who mixed his spit with your arousal by gliding through your core.

The little smirk on his face only grew in size when you whimpered so pretty for him the moment his fingers grazed your neglected bundle of nerves. “You like that, yeah?” He teased and made sure to massage your little pearl before entering you with two of his broad fingers. His digits stretched you further than your own ever could, massaging your walls with a precision that made you cry out his name the moment the pads of his fingers gently dug into your sweet spot and his thumb came to rub your clit simultaneously. While his hand was busy bringing you a slice of heaven he busied his lips with your pebbled nipples, sucking and gently tugging on them and giving your chest love bites that reached up all the way to your neck, claiming you as his. When the knot in your stomach snapped, your walls eagerly fluttering around his fingers and pulling them inside even further he bit into one of your nipples gently, groaning in sync with your moans. Your orgasm only aroused the man further, feeling your walls tighten as he moved his fingers in a scissoring motion to work you open for the main course and seeing your arousal drip down his knuckles drove him to the brink of insanity - losing it entirely at your sweet whined for more the moment he dared to pull his fingers out so he can lick them clean to get a taste of what's his.

“Please” you pleaded when he nudged your sensitive clit with the tip of his cock, teasing you before spitting on your needy cunt once more. You were absolutely drenched with your own arousal but something about watching his saliva mix with your juices drove him wild, finally allowing himself to slip himself into your awaiting walls. Your thighs were swiftly pushed into your chest so he could watch his thick cock disappear into you, one hand cradling your cheek while the other still guided his length into you. “You can do it… took me so many times before, you can do it again” he encouraged you with gritted teeth. Your walls clenched around him so tightly and he wasn't even halfway inside of you, waiting a moment so you could relax and adjust to the sheer size of his cock that almost split you apart. Slowly and steady he worked himself inside of you, his heavy balls resting against your ass when he released a loud moan from just how deep he's inside of your core right now, almost inside your womb.

The moment you stopped squirming and whining beneath him he pulled out until only his tip remained inside and thrusted back inside, working you open and kissing your cervix at each thrust. Kenpachi’s eyes were shining with love despite the primal look on his face, holding you steady as he pushed himself inside of your cunt over and over again, his balls slapping against your ass repeatedly until you finally squeezed him tightly, his name echoing off the walls in a scream as euphoria washed over you and milking him from everything he had to give - filling you up until there was a little ring at the base of his shaft. His forehead came to rest against yours when he pulled out but he sat back to watch his seed slowly run onto the sheets beneath, making him shake his head “not tonight… you're going to keep it all in. Gonna get filled over and over until you carry my child” he groaned, thick fingers shoving his hot cum back inside your overstimulated core before pushing his cock inside of you once more so he can fill you up until he has nothing left to give.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez @planetonet

#im riding my phone #like #i need this man so bad #kenpachi x reader #fic recs

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thezeninclan · 7 months

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kissing kirara hoshi | part of my kisses series

it was cute, the way her eyes were all wide and blown out, cheeks dusted with a blush that went all the way to the tips of her ears.

she’d been stiff for a moment, just a moment, as you laid your lips over hers, and you had feared you’d made the wrong move, that you’d misread her signals and that you were actually just friends all along and oh god why did I have to ruin this? but then she had relaxed into it, allowing her hands to rest delicately on your shoulders, her body turning completely towards you on the couch so that she could devote every ounce of her attention towards you. it was a soft kiss, neither forceful nor lustful, instead it was the kind of kiss that was given a hundred times between lovers, a kiss of comfort, of dedication, of all consuming care and devotion, like you two had been together for ages, like it wasnt the first kiss you had ever shared.

and when you pulled away, out of breath and red faced, she followed you for a moment, dazed, her eyes blinking open to stare at you deeply, as though trying to memorize the expression on your face.

“I’ve never done that before.” she whispered, vulnerable, seeming smaller than the kirara you knew.

“me neither.” you said.

a beat passed before you both spoke in unison, fingers twisted together, bodies already leaning back towards each other. “I’m glad it was you.” you both said, and grinned at each other, before moving forward for the first of many many more kisses

#gender neutral reader #kirara x reader #kirara x you #kirara x y/n #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x oc #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x gn!reader #kirara hoshi #hoshi kirara #kirara hoshi x reader #canon trans character

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thezeninclan · 7 months

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fever

it was wrong, it was so wrong. it was seedy, and sleazy, and gritty, and it wasn’t you— and maybe that’s what made it so exciting, so utterly intoxicating that even when the others started to notice you, started to holler up at you and wolf whistle and howl like they were wild animals and you among them, you couldn’t bear to pull away from him, no matter the startling antitheses of your actions.

“you taste good.” hakari grunted, lips breaking away from your for the briefest of moments, just long enough to suck in a breath of hot, thick air. you were out of breath, red faced, swollen lipped, chests heaving as though you had just returned from a run, and you might as well have for the breathlessness you feel. “you feel good.”

his eyes moved over your head for a moment, scanning down and around the recesses of his club. he was like a god up here, on his platform above the crowd, eyes moving appraisingly over every fighter, every participant and every better, silent as he analyzed their chances, their worth, their luck. you nosed at the column of his neck, tongue laving over the pronounced adam’s apple you loved so much, and felt him smile.

he couldn’t resist claiming your lips again, and you surged forward to bridge the chasm that had formed between you. the force of your eagerness pushed his head back against the sofa and he laughed, tipping his head back to look at you. he had been happy to manhandle you, and you had been happy to let him, lavishing in the feel of his big, warm hands adjusting your body, tucking you against him so that your breast was pressed to his, your legs draped over his lap so that you could feel just how much he was enjoying the way you felt against him.

“you feel it, huh?” kinji asked. “that fever.”

his hips ground up against you, his tongue tracing over your bottom lip like he wanted to devour you whole, and you responded only by clutching his jacket tighter, pulling yourself closer against him. you nosed against his chest, pillowing your face against his firm breast and inhaling deeply. he always smelled the same, his cologne a plume of arousal and confidence, and you were happy to breathe it in like oxygen.

hakari’s right hand squeezed at your ass, so large compared to you that it covered nearly the entire globe of your ass. it was his favourite thing to do, no matter where you were and when, was slide his hand into your back pocket as you walked. a moment later his free hand smoothed down your thighs, fingering the material of your pants, distaste marking his handsome face.

“wear a skirt, next time.” hakari said. his eyes were glowing, the same way they always did right before he was about to lay down a winning hand, and you were already nodding, even before he had finished. “i’d be inside you already if you were wearing a skirt.”

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