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princessbrunette · 3 months

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asking rafe for a nutting vid? it's okay if you don't want to write tysm!

u r so real for this request !

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rafe was going away for a week, some business trip with his dad that he couldn’t get out of. naturally, you found a week to be a very long time — so the evening before he leaves, he’s at your place to spend some time with you. the time finally comes where he has to leave to go home, and you’re clinging onto him, teary eyed and pouty.

“you can survive a week, kid.” a smirks, squeezing your hips where the two of you stand in the dimly lit hallway infront of your front door, not wanting him to go just yet.

“its a long time… and you’re not a good texter. not even gonna get to talk to you much.” you huff, already finding problems with his plans to go away. he licks his lips, shaking his head as he stares off, cupping the back of your head affectionately as he thinks.

“well what do you want me to do, huh? not like i can back out of it. time will fly, you’ll barely notice i’m gone.” he shrugs, trying to be as reassuring as he can possible muster up. he was learning still, being a boyfriend wasn’t really second nature to him.

“buuuuut…” you look at the ceiling, trying to come up with another reason he should stay, moreso trying to keep the conversation going on for longer to delay him leaving. you stifle a giggle. “i’m going to be left unsatisfied. s’not very nice of you.”

“unfortunately, you are going to have to do some of the work for once n’get yourself off. think you can manage that?” he drawls, keeping his voice low as he holds you closely to him. if he hadn’t fucked you within an inch of your life earlier on to tide over your withdrawals for the week to come — you might’ve tried to initiate something right there and then to convince him.

“will you call and help me?” you bat your lashes, putty in his arms.

“gonna be with my dad 24/7. don’t think he’d… appreciate that.” he blinks and you slump. after a silence, he opens his mouth to speak — attempting to once again say goodbye for the sixth time before an idea strikes you and you interrupt.

“wait, rafey do you think you could…” you get shy on him, giggling and dropping your forehead to his chest. he draws back, shifting on his feet with a slight impatience.

“what? hm?”

you look up, a seriousness held in your gaze and you fiddle with his shirt button again. “could you… make me a video? to help me?” you smile and he thinks he’s being mocked so he sighs, lips pressed together petulantly.

“the hell do i look like to you, hm—”

“rafe please, just — just a video of you making yourself feel good… you know, the ending… with the sound on.” your voice is quiet, not quite knowing how he’ll take it. he lets out a long exhale through his mouth, shaking his head as he thinks before shrugging.

“alright— maybe, okay? i’ll— i’ll think about it. now can i get a kiss because i am leaving.” he puts his foot down, knowing you’ll keep finding reasons for him to stay.

you feel he has pretty much dismissed your request, so you dismiss it too— forgetting all about it as you sulk in bed that night, nighttime routine finally done as you prepare to go to sleep. infact, you’re literally about to put your phone down when your phone dings.

one attachment from rafe.

you open the message, but as soon as you do— your phone rings, the contact picture of him steering his boat flashing up on your screen.

“hello?”

“its done, alright — and you’re only getting one of these videos so i suggest you wait until you really need it to watch it. yeah?” his voice sounds through your phone and a grin spreads onto your face, realising what he’s talking about.

“oh thank you rafe!” you all but squeal and you practically feel him roll his eyes through the phone.

“yeah, yeah— and don’t let me find out you’ve shown that shit to any of your friends, okay? this is just for you.”

“of course not, rafey… do you want anything in return?”

“you send me any freaky shit when i’m with my dad and i’ll wring your neck when i get home. this is just — it’s just to get you through the week… because apparently you can’t live without dick.” he sighs tiredly, a tinge of amusement in his tone telling you he’s being lighthearted in his own fucked up way.

“thats your fault.” you giggle and he hums, the sound of sheets ruffling on his end.

“alright, gotta be up early so i’m gonna head to bed. be good, yeah? i’ll text you when the jet lands, you’ll probably just be waking up at that time.”

“okay rafey, night!”

you actually make it all the way to thursday without using the video. you were tempted — don’t get it twisted, but there was part of you that wanted to hold out, make yourself really need it before you reward yourself.

you find yourself home alone, missing rafe and horny — so you end up on your bed, finger hovering over the play button.

“alright, this is for you baby. don’t ever say i don’t do shit for you.” you hear him first as he adjusts his grip on his phone, using one hand to film his crotch and the other to pull down his boxers — hard, pretty cock springing out. his hand disappears off camera for a second, and returns with a glob of spit in his palm, smearing it all over as he starts to jerk off.

aside from sighs and moans, he’s quiet for the most part until closer to the end — his tip red and throbbing and he gets more desperate. “this kinda shit gets you off, huh? probably gonna hump that little hand like i caught you doin’ that one time. ‘was real cute, baby.” his voice is breathy and you can tell he’s practically talking himself through it, pushing himself closer to his orgasm.

he’s right, your hand is down your panties— rubbing your clit and spreading your thighs as you let out whimpers of your own. “fffuck. you — mm— you wish you were cummin’ on this right here, don’t you? yeah, leavin’ a mess. as usual.” he grits his teeth, stopping for a moment to grip the girth of it in his fist, letting a bead of precum slide down his knuckle.

“shit, you wanna see me cum don’t you baby. dirty fuckin’ girl — wanna see me blow this fuckin’ load for you, huh. oh shit.” he groans, bordering on a whimper before more moans and curses follow, dripping all down his hand before the video cuts off, your boyfriend catching his breath. you continue to rewind it, rewatching until you hit your own peak, whining and moaning his name despite his absence.

he’d had a busy day, so it was no surprise he hadn’t called — and you knew you’d get in trouble, but you send him a picture of your messy, drippy cunt afterwards anyway, simply captioning it ‘loved ur vid rafey <3’

he calls almost instantly, to tell you off.

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#anon #rafe cameron prompt

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sturncrazy · 1 month

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STUCK🔥

part 1

matt sturniolo x fem reader (no use of y/n)

(anyone else is green )

warnings: SMUT 18+ (part two will be major smut this is the warm up🫣)

summary: you and your friend matt are arguing while coming back from a event and are faced with heightened tensions when the elevator of the hotel gets stuck…

authors note: i was INSPIRED by the sam & colby colab i had IDEAS. so this is gonna be a 2 part!! and guys just roll w me — let’s pretend matt wouldn’t be in fetal position crying if an elevator fr got stuck.

word count: 2,060

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you fussed with the back of your dress desperately trying to reach for its zipper. bodycon dresses like this should’ve been used for torture. finally giving up on completing the task alone, you banged on the door to the adjoining room.

your best friend matt had asked you to be his plus one to a party for one of the various influencer acquaintances of him and his brothers. chris and nick had other plans for the night, and there was no way matt would ever go to any social event alone. so he’d asked you to join. plus he knew you’d love getting all dressed up and even getting to spend the night at a nice hotel covered by the party host.

“WHAT?” shouted matt from the other side of the door

“MAAAATTT i can’t get my dress zipped! help!” you whined back continuing to pound your fist against the frame.

“Okay—just a second”

you jiggled the door handle, impatiently. it swung open to a flustered half ready matt. his soft brown locks were tousled in front of his eyes. he was wearing a white button up, but had only managed to button a couple of the lower ones in his rushed state, exposing his lean and muscular chest. your eyes haphazardly glanced down.

“going for a new slutty look?” you mocked

“oh shut up. you have the patience of a two year old” he shot back as he buttoned the rest of his shirt. you snorted.

“well” he said raising his eyebrows at you

“turn around”

you spun your back to him as his fingers snapped up your zipper.

“thank youuu” you said turning around with a smile. matt’s gaze trailed down from your face and over your figure that was hugged tightly by the black sparkly fabric that stopped only inches below your waist.

“what?” you laughed, confused by his quietness.

“oh-uh-nothing-“ he stuttered, turning away to grab his tie

“am i dressed wrong?”

“no-no you-you look really great” he said with a half smile.

“cmon let’s head out i’ll call us a car”

the party was loud and ridiculously flashy. Matt mingled with people he knew while you stuck a few feet behind. most of the people at events like this had no interest in talking to a no one like you. over an hour had passed and you were just about to ask matt when was a socially acceptable time to head out when you felt someone tap your shoulder. you turned around to see a tall man smiling down at you.

“so why did no one tell me about the competition to bring the prettiest date?” he asked

“the—what?” you stuttered

“i’m joking! but whoever brought you tonight would’ve won”

“oh—thank you?” you felt your cheeks flush slightly

“so who did?” he questioned with a smirk

“i’m sorry?”

“bring you here tonight? who’s your date”

“oh! oh matt did! but not date im just his friend” you nervously giggled

“so what im hearing is your not spoken for?” you had to admit this man was charming and the first interesting thing since being at this party, so you figured what was the harm in entertaining him. as you continued to make flirtatious small talk you felt eyes on you. you whipped around to see matt from a nearby corner staring at you, clearly paying no attention to the two girls talking at him. you gave him a smile, but his blank expression didn’t waiver. it struck you as weird, but you figured he was probably just zoning out.

about 45 minutes of flirting had quickly changed from fun to monotonous. you were preparing to excuse yourself to “go to the bathroom” when a tight grip latched onto your upper arm.

“I wanna leave” matt said flatly in your ear

“wha—oh okay” matt headed for the door, leaving you behind. you said a rushed goodbye and chased after him.

“matt—wait!” he stopped and turned to look at you.

“what the hell?” you said catching up

“didn’t know if you were coming. cars almost here”

matt’s jaw was visibly clenched in the dim lighting of the car. he stared straight ahead not speaking. it was only about a 6 minute drive to the hotel but it felt like a eternity. the hotel lobby was empty as it was past 2 in the morning.

“what’s wrong?” you finally asked as the elevator door shut behind the two of you.

“nothings wrong”

“bullshit. you’re acting weird”

“nope. guess i’m just tired” he said still refusing to look at you

“no i know you and you—“ you were cut off by the sound of your phone going off

“that your new friend from the party?” matt snarked

“my what? what are you talking about?”

“that guy who was all over you”

“guy—is that what’s making you act all weird?—“ suddenly the floor beneath you jolted. the elevator had stopped moving.

“you gotta be fucking kidding me” matt muttered

“did the elevator just break?”

“fucking perfect” he said with an exasperated laugh. you frantically began pressing the help button.

“Hello front desk—“

“Hi—yeah—um the elevator is stuck—“

“Hi ma’am—yes we’re aware—my apologies maintenance has been informed”

“How soon will they be here?”

“within a half hour—“

“A HALF HOUR?”

“I’m so sorry miss, we send the majority of staff home around midnight. were handling this best we can—“

“Okay. I understand. just please as soon as possible”

you backed up to lean against the wall where matt had already settled. silence again.

“well you’re stuck with me now” you attempted to joke

“yup” matt said coldly

“matt seriously? do you have a history with that guy or something”

“it’s not the guy thats my problem”

“oh so what? i’m the problem”

“i didn’t say that—“

“well you implied it—can you look at me?” you snapped. matt turned his face to you.

“i don’t like watching some guy all over you okay—”

“I had no idea that you cared about that sorta thing i mean girls are all over you—“

“of course I fucking care—“

“but why—“ your sentence was halted by matt’s right hand harshly grabbing your waist and his left hand holding onto your cheek, pulling your body flush to his and your faces only a sliver apart.

“because tell me you haven’t felt anything between us. and i’ll stop right now if you do and forget this ever happened. tell me you don’t feel anything for me right now.” he said in a gravely whisper, the warm air of his breath caressing your lips. your eyes flitted back and forth across his that starred hungrily at your lips, pupils blown. without thinking you smashed your lips against his, closing the little space left between you. matt froze for a second before passionately joining you in the kiss. his hand wrapped around to your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him as the other latched itself into your hair. your tongues began to entwine with one and other, battling for dominance. Matt pulled gently on your lower lip with his teeth, before unlocking his lips with yours. you stared up at him breathlessly, not wanting to have stopped. he smirked at the slightly helpless expression on your face before using his grip in your hair to tug your head back to expose your neck. he lowered his lips to give you a sloppy warm kiss on your delicate skin. you let out a soft sigh and matt took this moment of weakness as an opportunity to push you up against the back wall. he continued to pull and kiss at your neck and collar bone, his hands digging into the skin around your hips. heat had began to form between your legs and you let out an involuntary moan as matt bit down on your flesh. one of your legs wrapped around his. he inhaled sharply and looked back up at you.

“careful—you might start something you don’t mean to” he panted

“i know exactly what i wanna start” you whispered before pulling him by his tie back to your lips. you rolled your hips up against him.

“oh you’re in for it now” he groaned against your mouth, pressing his crotch against you. your dress had now pathetically rolled up almost to your hipbones. matt pressed his clothed bulge between your legs, creating friction against your now exposed thong. you were practically dripping at the feeling. his strong hands slid down to your bare ass cheeks and squeezed the plush flesh as he continued to grind himself against you. soft sounds of pleasure tumbled from your mouth.

“your moans are even sexier then i imagined” he huffed against your neck

“yeah? you like hearing me moan for you, matty?” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck

“just hearing you does something to me”

“what does it do to you?” you said innocently. he lifted his head to look you in the eye. he moved one of his hands from your ass on top of your own delicate smaller hand which he then guided down his own torso. the two of you panting like wild animals against each other at the insufferable tension as your hand got lower and lower.

“why don’t you find out for yourself” he whispered as your hand finally reached his covered crotch. your eyes still locked to his, you pressed your palm against his hard on. the feeling of his size alone sent tingles through your body. he moaned at the contact. you repeated the motion. his eyes rolled back into his head. watching him like this was addictive.

“fuck—feels so good—“ he sighed out

“been hard all night cause of you”

“you have?”

“second i saw you in that dress all i could think about was fucking you”

“you thought about fucking me?” you teased. matt grabbed your wrist.

“all the time.” his eyes trailed down your heaving chest to your slightly parted legs, the delicate lace of your thong just visible. he let go of your wrist and ran his fingers from your hip over the top of your thigh to the waist band of your underwear and halted.

“you ever thought about fucking me”

“maybe” you teased, still trying to keep some composure. he lowered his touch expertly to your clit. you bit your lip.

“do you ever touch yourself when you think about me” matt began to drag his finger tips up and down your barely covered slit.

“sometimes”

“does it make you wet” he began to pull the fabric of your thong to the side. you let out a gasp as the cool air hit your exposed folds. you nodded slightly

“nuh uh. i wanna hear you say it.”

“say what”

“tell me i make you wet.“

“you make me so wet matt— i want you so bad—-“

“good girl” he said giving you a light kiss

“and good girls get rewarded” he hummed against your lips as he began to push two fingers into your leaking entrance. you let out a loud moan as you felt his digits begin to rhythmically penetrate your core. you clawed at his flexed biceps

“oh—god—matt—“ you whined

“you like that, beautiful?” he cooed into your ear

“so fucking much” matt began to pick up the pace. you felt a knot in the pit of your stomach start to form.

“shit—i’m close—“ right as the words tumbled from your lips the floor beneath you jolted once more. you and matt shared a panicked look as you both scrambled to collect yourself as the elevator retook its motion. you frantically yanked your dress back down just in time for the doors to slide back open. a hotel employee greeted you

“I am so incredibly sorry about this my sincere apologies. We’ll be comping a part of your stay—“

“oh really it’s fine. we weren’t paying for ourselves to begin with” you brushed off

“still if there’s any way we can make this up to you. let me assist you back to your rooms-what’re the numbers?“ he said hurrying down the hall. you opened your mouth to answer but felt matt yank at your list

“were both in 611, actually” matt barked. you raised an eyebrow at him.

“oh im not done with you yet.”

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ending note:

HEY YALLLLLLLL

IM BACK BABY!!

i’m so sorry i went MIA! i had the craziest last two months of my life and then to top it off i got hit w food poisoning and was in the ER sooooo BUT ANYWAYS IM BACK NOW AND BETTER THAN EVER!

hope u guys like this one i started it like a month ago SO it’s FINALLY coming along. PART TWO SOON

and she’s gonna be FILTHY

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filtharchives · 6 months

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guys im so embarrassed i wrote this but as a Freak™ i firmly believe there is not enough omegaverse in this fandom so i gotta write it myself

hopefully i’ve improved some since last time… 🫣

summary: cove x reader - your sudden heat triggers cove’s rut and no one is home to stop you

tags: NSFW, takes place in Step 3, fem/afab reader, omega!reader, alpha!cove, traditional stuff (being a provider for spouse) cause tbh i also can’t deny the housewife kink in me lol, normal omegaverse stuff like knots and slick etc., first time/virginity loss, mating press ♡, reader is pillow princess-ing, breeding kink (you tried to be safe but he got impatient sorry), only a little size difference/kink and belly bulge

it was a hot summer day–too hot for even the biggest beach bum to spend out on the sand–and you and cove were lazing around in your bedroom with the air conditioner as high as your moms would let you put it, which was just enough for you and cove to cuddle comfortably in your nest with the condition that he was shirtless and you were in the flimsiest tank top you could find. .

cove was beyond thankful to not have a shift at the tropical restaurant today. he told you he thinks he would have died if he had to wait tables while the restaurant was full of sweaty, heat-agitated tourists whose scents would overwhelm his nose which was pretty sensitive, even by alpha standards. his comment got a sympathetic nose exhale out of you, which in turn got a playful pout out of your boyfriend.

“don’t laugh. it’s not funny,” he scolds half-heartedly. “i really could’ve died in that situation. do you know how many sweaty, old alphas i’d have smelled? and they get so snippy when they’re sweaty and uncomfortable. if you knew what it was like working there, you wouldn’t be laughing right now.”

“yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes with a smirk, feeling a little smug as he squeezes your waist in his arms and nuzzles his face into your neck despite his little rant. “but they still give you the big tips, don’t they?”

“only cause they smell you on me,” cove argues. “they think that i’m an alpha working solely to provide for my omega mate, so of course they’d wanna ‘help out’.”

“then really, you should be thanking me right now, instead of lecturing,” you snicker, joking. “where’s my cut of the money?”

“your ‘cut’ is everything i buy you with those tips.” he nips at your collarbone pointedly. “those alphas are kinda right–i am providing for my little omega.”

my little omega. god, that sounds so delicious coming from his mouth, it almost makes you dizzy. and the idea of him taking care of you makes your inner omega purr with delight. you’re too busy fixating on cove’s words that you almost don’t notice cove perking up in surprise, his head lifting off your arm as he supports himself on his elbow.

“you…” he pauses, sniffing. “you smell different. just now.”

“mm?” you hum, looking at him with hazy eyes. you feel your body grow warmer and cove’s scent seems so tantalizing all of a sudden. cove seems to think the same about you, leaning back into your neck to sniff your scent glands, the arm he’s had over your waist moving back so he can grip your hip with his hand.

“smells sweeter…” he mumbles curiously, practically shoving his nose against your skin. his hand squeezes your hip before moving to your rear to pull you close to him again.

“cove-?!” you cut yourself off with a small squeak of surprise as he drags his tongue against your gland, your body shivering as his warm, wet muscle teases the sensitive skin. your hands press against cove’s bare chest as he rolls on top of you, caging you in his arms as his knees sit between your thighs.

“god,” he hisses against your neck, voice not as soft and playful as it was moments ago. “i’ve always wanted to smell this straight from the source. it’s not the same coming from your clothes.”

it’s only when he says that, that it clicks for you–your heat had arrived early. a few days early, in fact. and you feel silly, not recognizing it after several years of experience, but in your defense, the response from cove was far too distracting for you to put the pieces together on your own. but now that you know what changed in you, you also realize the change in cove was from his rut being triggered. by you. that thought warmed you up even more. cove calls your name.

“tell me to stop, and i’ll go home right now. i can ask my dad to deliver some of my clothes and we can call, just like we always do,” he says, eyes shyly avoiding yours and staring at your stomach instead. “but if you want me to stay… i-i’ll take care of you. i think- no, i know i’m ready. to take this step in our relationship. b-but only if you are! we can hold off on it if you want!”

he finally meets your eyes, looking a little frantic, as if worried he was too bold and would scare you off. still, you could see his arms shaking as he held himself over you, taking all the self control he had to not take you then and there. as much as you admired his restraint, your body ached for his.

“i want this,” you respond breathlessly, feeling almost winded by the anticipation and desire running through you. “i trust you, cove. i want you to knot me.”

cove turns bright red from his ears to his neck. he was hoping you’d say yes, but he didn’t expect such an explicit answer.

“oh! o-okay, let me just-” he nearly throws himself off the bed, running out of your room and you hear his heavy footsteps race down the stairs. before you can call out and ask questions after processing his sudden disappearance, you hear him running back up the stairs. he returns to your room and shuts the door with his foot, arms filled with water bottles and snacks. he gives you a sheepish smile as he sets them on the shelf under your window.

“for later, you know?” he says, fumbling nervously with the last water bottle before putting it down. “wouldn’t want you to get hungry or dehydrated.”

you’d make a witty quip if you were more lucid, but his preparation and concern for you makes you preen and only more needy for the rest of the care he has planned for you. smelling the slick pooling in your underwear, the cute look is wiped off cove’s face and replaced by an almost uncharacteristic, wolfish grin as he approaches you and your nest again. fuck, this heat is becoming unbearable–you want him now, you don’t even notice you’re whining until cove’s in front of you on the bed again, cupping your face and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“don’t worry, i’ll take care of you, just like i promised,” he coos softly, his hands parting from your face to remove your shorts. he licks his lips again when he sees the large wet spot on your panties that had seeped through your shorts.

“one more time: are you sure you want to do this now?” cove asks, looking into your eyes through his lashes. his breathing is heavy with the amount of self-discipline he’s exerting. his inner alpha is practically howling at him to get on with it and fuck you like an animal, but he loves you too much to give in when there’s still a chance you might back out. “i can’t promise i’ll control myself o-or be gentle past this point. but i’ll do my best to stop whenever you tell me! i-if you ever tell me-”

“please,” you all but beg, adoring his efforts but so over the waiting. “please just fuck me already, alpha. i hate waiting.”

your interruption and desperation draw a small chuckle of disbelief from cove, but it also settles his nerves. he gives you an apology kiss as he tugs off your underwear, practically drooling at the unfiltered scent of your slick.

“sorry for making you wait,” he murmurs as he pushes your thighs apart, backing up on his knees until he can comfortably lean down and kiss your clit.

you’re a sobbing mess as cove draws you closer to your third climax of the day, still only giving you his mouth and fingers. as much as you begged for his dick after the second orgasm, cove insisted he needed to make sure his knot wouldn’t hurt you, even if it meant straining against his pants uncomfortably while rutting against your nest. still, with how enthusiastically he was devouring your cunt, you can’t say he wasn’t enjoying himself as well.

the slurping and squelching that filled your bedroom were lewd, but that was nothing compared to your mixed moans and the stench of sex that was probably stuck on your sheets by now. cove always got off on your scent during his ruts, holding your gifted, used panties to his nose as he jerked off, but the smell coming straight from your glands mixed with the taste of your slick on his tongue–he felt like he could cum untouched from those alone, but he needed to hold out until he could stick his dick inside you, even if he couldn’t actually breed you yet. oh fuck, the idea of you filled with his pups had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, even if the logical part of him knew you were both too young for that yet. still, he couldn't deny the idea’s appeal.

“cove!” you gasp, one hand tugging his hair as the other gripped the pillow behind your head. “‘m gonna cum again-!”

you barely finish your sentence before you gush all over his face for the third time, and just like the previous two times, cove laps it all up eagerly, rubbing his nose against your overstimulated clit as his tongue parts your lips. you try to push him away but it’s only once he was satisfied with his cleanup that cove lets up to pull you into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. you moan into his mouth and whimper when he pulls away but you’re already too spent to chase his lips. he chuckles at your dazed state but is far from done.

he gets off the bed and finally relieved himself of his pants and boxer-briefs and you drool at the sight of his big dick and the much-desired knot at the base. he nearly trips as he simultaneously hurries to your drawers while removing his clothes and digs through your drawer to find the condoms (that you’d told him your moms bought for you regularly once you and cove started trading clothes during your synced mating cycles. it was funny and embarrassing at the time, but now you were grateful). he grabs a handful and rips open the first one as he rejoins you in your nest, also ripping the condom inside in the process. he tosses it aside and goes for the next condom, only for history to repeat. he blows through two more, growling as you whine impatiently, before muttering “fuck it” and tossing all the condoms onto the floor.

“i’ll buy you plan b later, okay?” cove assures you as he lines up his dick to your pussy with one hand, the other holding up one of your thighs. “just be good and take my knot, just like you wanted.”

you moan a cuss and throw your head back on your pillow as he slides in, your endless slick and his careful preparation making it easy and oh-so pleasurable. cove hisses as he stops just before his knot, his now-free hand moving to your other thigh. you’re about to complain about the lack of movement but cove already starts pushing in again, watching intently as your cunt swallows him up with relative ease. you mewl at the stretch that was much easier than you’d anticipated–you’ll have to thank him later for making it so easy on you despite your impatience.

cove stops again once buried to the hilt inside you, his eyes flick up to your face and, seeing you without any discomfort, grins.

“look at that, omega,” he murmurs, his hand pressing gently on the small bump in your belly that disappears and reappears with each slow thrust of his hips, making your breath stutter. “your needy little pussy all stuffed by my cock.”

playing nice doesn’t last long, however, as he quickly gets pussy-drunk and picks up the pace.

“f-fuck~” cove groans, tossing his head back in pleasure while his hands grip the backs of your knees, keeping you wide open. he leans his head forward again, looking at your half-lidded eyes and drooling, moaning mouth with dark eyes. he lets your legs fall to his sides, choosing instead to lean forward with his elbows at the sides of your head and his chest pressed against yours, practically putting all his weight on you as he fucks you hard and fast.

the wet slapping of his balls on your ass and the sounds that leave your mouths are loud and lewd and surely your sister or one of your moms will come home soon, but cove really couldn’t care less when it feels so good. he’d always dreamed of having you on his knot like this, ever since he first jerked off to your scent, but having it for real was better than he could have ever imagine. so tight and warm, and the fucked-out look on your face was even better.

“so cute like this,” he mutters, his face so close to yours and you try to focus your eyes on him but can barely keep them from rolling back. “you were made to take my knot. we fit so well together. fuck, i can’t imagine doing this with someone else. i should just claim you already.”

the prospect of being claimed by cove makes you keen. his face is shoved up against your neck again, inhaling your scent like it’s oxygen, and he really is tempted to bite you then and there.

“you’d like that, right? being bonded to me? oh f-fuck! oh, yeah, you do. tighten up so much at the idea…” instead of biting your neck, he moves his mouth to your shoulder and satiates that need. you cry out his name, both out of pleasure and disappointment. it feels so good to be bitten by him, if only it was where you want it most.

his sweet words are reduced into babbles as he loses himself in you and you could admit that you’ve lost yourself long into this heat. his tip kissing your cervix and his knot stretching your lower lips is all so delicious, it’s overwhelmed you to tears.

“c-cove,” you gasp, clawing at his back, toes curling as you get closer.

“mm-” cove grunts, picking up pace for the final stretch as he mutters thoughtlessly into your ear. “gonna fill you, omega… fill you with pups… all mine…”

normally, the thought of being pregnant would would terrify you, but with a heat-clouded mind, it’s all you want.

“please fill me,” you whimper. “cove- cove! wan’ your pups… please gimme pups, alpha…!”

“agh- fuck!” cove’s arms cradle your head to his chest as his knot swells, locking him inside you. “gonna fill you,” he repeats. “fill you w’ my pups… my omega… all mine…”

you cry out as cove’s hot seed fills you, clinging onto him with your arms and legs wrapping around his muscular body. he’s shaking and growling and still babbling as he cums, and his load feels heavy inside you, especially with his knot preventing any from leaking out. as he comes down from his high and feels fatigue wash over him, cove quiets down and at least finds the strength to lower himself onto you slowly, lying on you while his still-inflated knot keeps your bodies stuck together.

you sniffle as post-coital clarity slowly comes to you, and your lust is temporarily pushed aside by your affection for cove. you gently comb a hand through his hair as your eyelids feel heavy.

“we’ll be like this for a while,” cove chuckles, cheeks flushed pink. “go to sleep. i’ll clean everything up once my knot goes down and when you wake up, i’ll still be here. we’ll drink and eat, and then we can keep going as much as you want. i’ll be right here.”

his words of reassurance and the gentle rumble of his chest as he speaks is enough to lull you to sleep, as if you weren’t already totally spent. and yet, the idea of going for more rounds sparks your excitement once again, and you can’t help how your pussy briefly squeezes cove’s dick, making him gasp. you chuckle at his reaction as you finally nod off.

ahhhhhhhh omgggg !!!!!!! 🙈🙈🙈

#crying shitting throwing up #omegaverse #olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove x reader #i wrote this #smut #cove holden smut

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 5 months

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what if p0rnstar!eddie asked catholic!reader to be a good girl and get on her knees and praise him like he’s a god? spend all her time worshipping him? 🤭 “yeah? am i your god now? look at you on your knees for me, like a good church girl.”

“christ, you look so fucking good like that, baby.”

she looks up at him from her position on the floor, her eyes searching his. he had asked her to get on her knees for him, and he said it with that familiar, mischievous twinkle in his dark eyes. she knew he was up to something; she just had no idea what it could be. she had been on her knees for him probably a handful of times before this, so why was he telling her she looked good NOW? he grabs her chin and forces her to keep looking at him, his head tilting to the side as his long hair fell into his face. he didn’t bother moving it; he just kept looking down at her, his grip still tight on her jaw before his thumb brushed over her lower lip.

“good girl,” he says, pressing his thumb inside of her mouth before grabbing the back of her head. “do you want to keep being a good girl for me, baby?”

“mmm hmm,” she hums, her mouth watering at the sight of the prominent bulge straining his boxers. “i wanna suck your dick so badly. please…”

he laughs, shaking his head. “suck my dick? not yet. i want you to do something for me first.”

“like what?” she asks, nearly whining in impatience.

“i want you to worship me,” he says proudly, smirking. “worship me like your new god.”

“eddie!” she says, eyes wide. “that’s blasphemous as hell. that’s a sin.”

“oh, and touching yourself, watching porn, sucking dick, and getting your pussy played with & ate isn’t?” he asks, raising a brow before shaking his head with a fond smile. “not to mention the drinking, the drugs, the cigarettes—“

“okay, you’ve made your point!” she said with a roll of her eyes, palming over the bulge in his boxers with a moan. “i’ll do anything to have this big dick down my throat. anything you want.”

“worship me,” he says, caressing her head before palming himself. “pray to me, and i’ll let you have my cock.”

“you’re my god, eddie,” she says, looking up at him. “just you.”

“pray to me,” he says. “you know how.”

she whines, but starts to pray. “daddy, please deliver me from the boring routine that is my life. fuck me, make me scream, make me cum, make me worship you in your name. and if it isn’t too much trouble, please eat my pretty, perfect pussy, just the way you always like. amen.”

“good girl,” he says, moaning as she kisses him over his boxers. “pull it out.”

she doesn’t waste a moment. she slides his boxers down, his cock slapping against his stomach as it’s freed. she strokes it, jerking him off from base to tip as she mouths at his balls. he moans low in his throat, holding the back of her head loosely as she slowly licks from his balls to his tip. she smirks at him, sucking his tip between her lips and swirling her tongue against the slit there.

“oh, bless me father,” she says, pressing sloppy kisses all over his long, thick shaft. “for I have sinned. it’s been two days since my last confession.”

“fuck,” he hisses, yanking her head up and forcing her to look at him. “what do you have to confess?”

“just that i’m a lustful whore,” she says, humming as her tongue plays with his frenum piercing. “i love to suck dick, father. i love having my boyfriend’s big, thick cock down my throat.”

“what else?” eddie asks, moaning as she takes him partly into her mouth.

“I love it when he eats my pussy,” she says, jerking him off over her open mouth. she closes it again, then adds: “i can’t wait for him to finally fuck me for the very first time.”

“oh god,” he says with a shiver, smirking down at her. “and look at you right now. on your knees for me, like the good church girl you are. you’re filthy, you know that? you go to mass every sunday and pretend you’re not some cock hungry fucking slut. you’re sinful, baby.”

“maybe,” she says contemplatively, spitting on his cock and jerking him off skillfully. “but who’s the one who taught me all of that?”

“mmm, guess it’s my fault,” he says. “the good church girl watching my porn and humping her pillows, and using her sex toys to get off to me. bet you sat in church the next day after cumming to my filthiest, most hardcore, disgusting porn. huh?”

“of course i did,” she says, winking at him. “and now i’m gonna do what those women in your movies did, only mine is gonna be real and not over exaggerated.”

he can’t say anything else. her mouth wraps around his cock, halfway down, and all he can do is moan. she jerks off what she can’t fit, moaning as she looks at him. she goes slowly at first, gradually increasing speed and depth. she takes him a little further until she can’t take any more, her fist wrapped around his base. she flicks it in time with her movements, her fist slick with spit as she drools around him. he moans above her, lashes fluttering, his hand on the back of her head encouraging her movements. she moans loudly around him, hollowing her cheeks as she chokes slightly.

“you okay?” he asks gently, frowning down at her.

she gives a thumbs up to show that she is, and pulls off of him to give her jaw a rest. she pumps his cock in her wet fist, looking at him as she does so. he mewls and looks down at her, brushing a finger down her cheek as she bites her lip. he moans a bit louder as she squeezes his balls, her mouth pressing kisses over his shaft again.

“you’re doing such a good job, baby,” he praises. “my good sinful girl, worshiping me the way she should.”

“I don’t want to stop,” she breathes, kissing his tip. “wanna keep going.”

“then do it, sweetheart,” he says. “I’m not going to stop you.”

she smirked, opened her mouth, and took him once more.

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mini taglist: @littledemondani @andvys @wroteclassicaly @eddieschains @trashmouth-richie @eiightysixbaby @corrodedcorpses @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut

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miueo · 7 months

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︐ sweet&plump — pub. 100923

warnings : titfucking , perverted thoughts , reader obviously has tits , oral ( m. receiving ) , petnames ( baby ) , etc .

pairings : perv!seungmin ♡ bigtiddie!reader

notes : had fun writing this. first time writing a titfucking fic >_< . also , pls request some ideas. i need more ideas.

is it possible for someone to become so fixated on one thing that it completely consumes their thoughts and mind?

to answer your question, yes!

it is possible for a being to become so obsessed with one thing that it dominates their entire mind.

for an example; look at your boyfriend, seungmin.

he could never go a day without looking at your plumped and soft breasts. he constantly fights his intrusive thoughts from wanting to grope and do all sorts of things to your chest.

the shirts you wear, being tight and fitting, perfectly complimenting your breasts. wearing little tank tops with your cute bra underneath to give your chest a bit more of a pop. finally, to top it all off, he loves when you’re braless. he loves watching your nipples harden in the cold air when you’re wearing his t-shirt with only a pair of panties, which takes us to now!

a waterfall of droll seeps out of seungmin’s mouth as he is currently laying your chest while the both of you are spending quality time watching a series of dramas on netflix ♥︎.

“baby! i can’t believe this bitch got away with doing such things to others..” you were heavily invested in what was happening on screen. your boyfriend was totally paying attention to the show >_>.

seungmin stayed silent with his head pillowed on your chest. “i know right baby? that was crazy. fuck that snake ass bitch.” he said pretending to act all shocked, like he cared.

“one more episode? then we’ll crash. i’m sleepy.” you grabbed the remote, yawning softly, playing the next episode.

seungmin picked himself up from you, turning his head to yours, “baby?” he called out.

you turn your head to him in response, “yes seungie?” you chirped with a smile, sitting up.

you were just so perfect.

his cock grows hard by just looking at you, what did he do to deserve such beauty.

“u-um.. this may be unrelated to the drama we’re watching .. you don’t have to respond back… but ummm… fuck this is embarrassing to ask about.. nevermind!”

“no! say it! i'm invested. i'm all ears baby!” you whine jumping on top of him, trying to make him spit out his words.

fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!! she’s literally on top of me. i can feel her fucking pussy on thigh, what am i gonna do now?!

“b-baby!! it’s nothing!” he chuckled nervously.

you pouted, sitting yourself down on his lap, rubbing his shoulders, “please.. i know it’s something, don’t hide from me..”

seungmin sighed in defeat. you were just too cute! he just wanted to rip off that oversized t-shirt off you, tear those panties apart, and then ravage you entirely.

“you don’t have to answer this but… have you ever thought of me doing your tits..?” he mumbled quietly, gulping nervously, avoiding eye contact with you.

“oh!” you sat up on his lap, giggling soon after. “maybe yes, maybe not..”

seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, already impatient with you. “it’s either a yes or a no [ y/n ]!!” he moaned out.

“okay fine, maybe once…– wait, is this you asking me to let you fuck my tits..?” you tilted your head slightly.

yes. yes you, this is him asking permission to give him a tit-fuck or whatever you call it （；^ω^）!

“yeah totally..!! it’s fine if you don’t wanna do it..” he smiled apprehensively.

you just smiled back, getting up from his lap, taking your shirt off, letting your breasts spill out gracefully, only wearing a pair of cute plain panties underneath.

was this it? it’s all happening. right now! god. im the luckiest man to ever roam earth.

you slowly got down on your knees and crawled close to seungmin’s lap. “why are you so bewildered on what i’m doing seungie..? you asked for it, you silly goose.” you giggled innocently.

it took no time for seungmin to take his raging hard cock out of his pants. his little friend looked angry. it had a pinkish redish color to it, along with his tip containing his sticky precum, he was ready.

you look up at your lover with soft doe eyes, taking your breasts, slowly sliding them between his cock.

you got straight to work, semi-confident on what you were doing. you slowly move your breasts slowly up and down his length. soft groans and grunts escape seungmin’s lips as he lays his head back against the couch.

nothing but soft whimpers came out of you, this was a new feeling to you. your cunt was soaked by now, you wanted more.

your mouth watered at the sight of your breasts swallowing your lover's cock. you just wanted to take him in your mouth and then you’ll be satisfied.

“s-seungie… can i put it in my mouth?” you slurred out, accompanying your speech with breathy notes.

seungmin looked back down at you, “you don’t even have to ask baby…” he hissed out.

you right away left a small kitten lick around his tip, soon stuffing his tip into your warm mouth whilst continuing the slow but yet steady motion of your stroking patterns.

“oh my fucking god baby.. the things you to do to me.. you look so precious right now.” he yelped out, gripping onto the fabric of the couch.

seungmin couldn’t believe it, it was all a dream come true. after years of knowing you, months of dating, it had finally happened.

you move yourself faster, desperately in need of his warm cum. you pull your mouth off of his tip with a loud pop, giggling at the sound of it.

“i-im close.. just keep on going.. you’re doing so good..” he whimpered softly, thrusting his cock up and down between your breasts, wanting more friction.

you were already out of breath, panties soaked to the point where it’s not wearable anymore. you couldn’t comprehend such vile action.

“cum for me seungie.. please..~!” you were ready for what was coming, just a couple more strokes and thrusts.

“f-fuck fuck fuck fuck..!!” curses flew out of his mouth as his warm cum lands all over your face and tits. he just created a beautiful masterpiece. you lick some of his liquids off your lips, “..wow.. that was something..” you giggled naively.

let’s just say that this became a regular recurrent activity you both do on a weekly if not daily basis ♡.

#(🐶˘╴˘)ksm #seungmin smut #kim seungmin smut #seungmin x reader #seungmin x you #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #kpop smut #skz smut #stray kids smut

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lunerna21 · 4 months

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***I meant to do a post for Chapter 1 of Book 7 earlier but it’s been super chaotic with the holidays 😭***

***Slightly longer post but I just want to get my feelings out lol***

BUT I do wanna vent about specific parts of this chapter cause I’m constantly on edge waiting for the release of Chapter 2 (even though I’ll be crying and hyperventilating throughout the next chapter)

First of all, let me start off with how much I love seeing Sebek have a bitch fit from us calling Malleus Tsunotaro

Like dude basically had an aneurysm and tantrum over it and I fucking love his reaction 😭

(Also totally not loving the attention from Malleus in the very beginning of the chapter 🙈)

Being such a huge fan of Sleeping Beauty I’m thriving on the focus of it for this Book and I can’t wait to see where it takes us ❤️

BUT BUT There were two parts that had me almost to the point of losing my goddamn mind

1. The idea that we could be leaving Ace, Deuce and Grim

When Deuce and Grim started reminiscing and getting upset about us leaving and Grim being alone again

JUST THE ABSOLUTE HEARTBREAK I FELT IN THIS SCENE WAS AWFUL LIKE TWST WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME

CAN WE GIVE OURSELVES A BREAK WE KEEPING GOING THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT TOGETHER

BUT THEN ACE'S REACTION IS SENDING ME TO THE HEAVENS

I'M SO CONFUSED AT ACE'S REACTION LIKE CMON TELL ME HOW YOU ACTUALLY FEEL

Throughout the whole series we've always seen Ace consoling us and keeping his positive outlook, and I'm DYING to see how he reacts to us leaving when we have a guaranteed way home

I feel like once he know's our time is coming to an end, Ace is gonna be inconsolable and just completely break down and beg us to not leave

AND I WILL NOT BE OKAY

IF I SEE ALL THREE OF THEM CRYING ABOUT US LEAVING OR THE OTHER STUDENTS IM GONNA BE IN THERAPY FOR WEEKS

I wish we got to see him more vulnerable but I feel like Yana is just cooking something up to DEVASTATE the fandom

AND THE ACEYUU LOVER THAT I AM IM HOPING WE GET SOME DEVELOPMENT CAUSE THIS LITTLE SHIT IS SO GOOD AT MASKING HIS FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS

LIKE CMON ACE TRAPPOLA LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL

2. Malleus speaking about this past

LET ME TELL YOU MALLEUS DRACONIA NEEDS SO MUCH GODDAMN LOVE

THE AMOUNT OF TIME MALLEUS WAS ALONE AND HE WAS USED TO IT IS ABSOLUTELY AWFUL

(Also screw that last option like why would I ever pick that after what he told us)

Just the fact as he was telling his story and we pointed it out and he was just like "Oh, I guess I was" and acknowledged it

Does everyone need to be so traumatized by their past in this game like goddamn the whole goddamn school needs a therapist

Just reminiscing on his reactions to spending time with us in the main story and side stories, and how much he enjoyed being included just makes the past events more special with him 😭

....And his reaction afterward we told him we'd found a way home...

WE'RE JUST ADDING ON MORE TO HIS LONELINESS AND I HATE IT CAN'T WE GIVE MALLEUS LOVE AND A BREAK

AND THEN THE WAY IT ENDED JUST SENDS ME INTO OVERDRIVE EVERY GODDAMN TIME

.....Malleus facing the horrible reality that everyone is slowly fading from his life and he has no way to prevent this is just....

When I tell you I'm going to be in therapy after Chapter 2, I will be so inconsolable that I will be in shambles for a while

I'm glad I'm also caught up to the Chapter 6 on the JPN server, but having to now relive everything in the EN server I will not be okay

Now I will sit in and cry impatiently as I wait for a date for the newest Chapter (ALSO MANIFESTING MORE CHAPTERS NEXT MONTH FOR BOTH SERVERS EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS)

Enjoying the rest of your day~~!! *walks off in tears*

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #malleus draconia #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst book 7 #twst book 7 spoilers #WHAT MORE CAN I SAY #IM ALL OVER THE PLACE

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byizoyas · 5 months

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DECEMBER 3RD. — heather by conan grey

sfw | gn!reader | unrequited love | angst

‘where is she…’

kaveh couldn’t keep his eyes off the front door of the library while you were both sitting, waiting for the other members of the group to join you.

you were not a huge fan of group works, especially when paired with your friends as you would always find it hard to focus on remaining serious; half of the time ending up chatting instead of doing the work.

and kaveh being in your group this time was definitely not helping.

you were honest with yourself on the feelings you had for him, and despite trying hard to not make it obvious, you sometimes caught yourself staring a bit too hard at his perfect face.

‘seriously, are they all going to be late ?’ he turned to you, asking his question and you only shrugged your shoulders as a response.

‘am i too insufferable to be alone with for you to be so impatient to see the others ?’ you asked, feigning to be hurt.

he let out a cute little laugh, pushing you away softly before holding you into his arms for few seconds. ‘idiot i’m not saying that in that way, i love spending time with you.’

you knew it was friendly coming from him but a part of you couldn’t help but hope for something more.

your mutual friend entered the room as the two of you looked back at the door. ‘finally ! where have you been ?’ kaveh grumbled, arms crossed against his chest when she sat next to him.

‘i bought a few things to eat as we’re working!’ she then turned to you, handing you a little bag with some biscuits you were particularly fond of. ‘are they still your favorite ?’ she asked, a beautiful smile on her glossy lips and you smiled back at her, nodding yes to her question.

‘thank you!’ you said, before your eyes remained fixed on the sweater she was wearing.

you examined it. it was a light beige color, made of the finest cashmere. kaveh had one like that and he never ever shared it to anyone, as he genuinely cared for that clothing.

‘is it.. kaveh’s sweater ?’ you asked, pointing at the clothing.

your friend turned back at kaveh, the two of them sharing a knowing gaze before laughing together, kinda excluding you.

if only you were stupid, perhaps you wouldn’t have asked a question whose answer was about to break your heart.

‘can we tell you something ?’ kaveh asked, whispering as he got closer to you. why was he making such a big deal of this ? what kind of secret was about to be revealed to you ?

‘kaveh and i are together, but no one knows yet ! only you !’ your friend exclaimed proudly.

if you were in a movie, now would probably be the start of a sad piano song. unfortunately you couldn’t even comfort yourself with a piece of music.

you were stuck there. stuck with them who were exposing their genuine happiness to your face. but how could you reproach them when you didn’t even tell anyone about your personal feelings.

‘oh- uh- wow that’s so nice !’ you gulped.

you weren’t one to lie about your true feelings, and you weren’t so good at it either but now that it was threatening to destroy two important friendships you had, you had no other choice but to feign happiness for them.

‘don’t tell the others when they arrive okay ? we wanna keep it a secret for now.’ kaveh started saying ‘but since you are our dearest friend, we can include you in our secret!’

the worst part of that was that you couldn’t even be glad of their trust. you were absolutely incapable of feeling anything positive right now. all you wanted was for your other three friends to arrive quickly for you to stay quiet without being suspicious.

the large smile on his lips faded when he saw your face. it appeared pretty clear that you weren’t happy and he had no idea why. because you were childhood friends and you promised to always be there for each other, didn’t you ?

‘are you okay y/n ?’ kaveh asked, taking your hand in his, genuinely worried about your sudden calm and quiet behavior.

‘yeah i’m super happy for you, just a bit surprised ! but i’m also stressed out about the deadline, does it bother you if i work by myself since the others are not there yet ?’

this, was the very best lie you’ve ever told. kaveh nodded ‘sure, we’ll stop talking to not bother you then!’

‘no need, i’ll go over there.’ you told him.

you got up from your chair, taking your stuff to go work elsewhere, anywhere but with them. she was your friend, yet you couldn’t help but feel resentment towards her.

jealousy surely took a hold of yourself too.

‘they forgot the biscuits !’ your friend told kaveh when you were already too far to hear her.

‘it’s okay, i guess they’re not so hungry today.’

kaveh glanced several times in your direction. he wasn’t sure to understand what was happening to you, but he respected your decision to be alone; despite his desire to spend time with you.

little did he know you not only needed an afternoon away from him to feel better. he was the first man you’ve ever loved, but you were just a really good friend to him.

surely he was gonna be okay, but you wouldn’t.

#byizoyas.#kaveh #kaveh x you #kaveh x y/n #kaveh x reader #kaveh scenarios #kaveh angst #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you

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biscuitblinkeu · 8 months

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Not Quite Dead [3]

Kim Jisoo x Fem!reader

Word Count: 3726

Quick!: You use the fox marble to visit your brothers and it comes with a price. There’s a hesitation to let Jisoo in and allow yourself to get to know her, but it’s withering every moment you spend with her. You hear a lot about how the things she does for you are unusual compared to other “sacrifices,” and wonder if you’ll ever find what she is actually like… Oh, and you meet Lalisa.

A/N: It’s here…finally. Not proofread (yet?)! I don’t like this post-once-a-month thing going on with me at all. 😭

Jisoo squeezed your hands. “How about we visit them? Would you like that? It’s much better than sending a letter.”

You bit your lip and looked into her eyes. They were earnest. You nodded slowly. “Of course. I’d love to.”

“Well then,” she said brightly. She led you by your hand through the forest and back to the house. You stopped in front of the main entrance when Jisoo turned around. “I’m not used to traveling with company from here, so,” Jisoo began, tongue prodding her cheek. “I’ll have to use…” She paused and rolled out her tongue for a moment, revealing a small, translucent, blue-colored bead. She had that in her mouth the whole time?

“Jisoo, what is that?”

“My fox marble,” she explained, looking embarrassed— but then again, that’s really not an explanation.

“Fox…marble?” You inquired with raised brows, staring at it. The marble seemed to hold a tiny storm within it.

“Yes— you’ll learn all about it later, but as of right now… I don’t fancy tirelessly trekking through your village late at night, especially when it could give villagers the idea you got rejected by me. My preferred method of transportation will be quick and efficient: humans may call it teleportation.”

You thought back on how Jisoo seemed to appear, sometimes unwanted or unexpectedly, with her powerful voice resonating through the air. You remembered your first encounter with her: when you were teleported to the bedroom, how time seemed to slow and the world stretched around you abnormally. The dizziness and instability that overwhelmed you after.

Just thinking about it made your stomach lurch, but you weren’t going to be picky. You had a chance to see your brothers and you’d be a fool to pass it up. “Okay… how are we going to do that?”

Slowly, her lips pulled into a smirk. Her eyes glittered with mischief. “Well, darling, it’s really such a simple thing. I only need one thing.”

“That is?” You asked impatiently.

“A kiss,” she answered with a toothy grin. It was the grin of a predator. You suppressed a shiver.

“A kiss…?” You had half the sense to not laugh in her face. It sounded like a bad joke to you.

“Yes. To protect you from the warp I’ll be opening outside of the forest, you have to hold my fox marble in your mouth, and I am to transfer it to you during a kiss— I know. It must seem ridiculous to you but that is the only way it will work.”

You furrowed your brows. It was ridiculous, not a must-be ridiculous. But she was right there, watching you with those dark eyes, seemingly expectantly awaiting the action. The longer you stared, much to your chagrin, the more Jisoo appeared to be truthful. You pinched the bridge of your nose, releasing a heavy breath. “Fine,” you said.

Jisoo beamed. “Ready?”

You nodded and closed your eyes, squeezing them tightly as you waited. Your heart pounded against your chest as if it were going to burst out of its cage. Hands slithered around your lower back and pulled you forward, flush against the Kumiho. Jisoo always seemed to be hot; her warmth even more tangible from the increased proximity. You held your breath.

“Relax,” she whispered softly against your ear. Her breath sent goosebumps rising on your skin, and you shivered involuntarily, feeling a pleasant tingling spread throughout you. Stop. The sound of your heartbeat thundered in your ears. “It will take only a minute,” she said, the words lingering in the air, echoing in your skull. She’s right. You need to calm down. It’s really not a big deal.

Jisoo cupped your jaw with a hand and without a second more, pressed her lips against yours. Soft and gentle. She didn’t move her lips much, wanting to give you a chance to move away if you felt uncomfortable. When you kissed back she hummed happily against your mouth, pressing herself closer. It was as if she wanted to melt against you.

Her lips dragged across your own. The sensation was unexpectedly both thrilling and electrifying (—an understatement). Coaxing your lips to part, her tongue swiped across the seam of your mouth. You didn’t quite understand, but opened your mouth to allow her entrance. Her tongue met yours and swept inside, tasting you. Giving gifts. You sighed. Jisoo’s grip tightened on your waist.

Something cold and small was insistently pressed against your tongue as the kiss progressed. As you lost your breath. The fox marble. As quick as the marble entered, Jisoo parted with a tug on your bottom lip and you felt strangely disappointed it was over. That she was true to her word. In reality, the kiss was really only a minute or two, even if it felt like an eternity to you.

You slowly opened your eyes, surprised to find Jisoo already gazing at you with a pleased smile. Her lips curved upwards. “Did you enjoy it?”

You were unable to register her words quickly as you were still dazed, your thoughts spinning madly in circles, your heart palpitating in your chest. The kiss was…nice. And if it came to it, you’d do it again, even. You didn’t feel disgusted after, surprisingly. Your cheeks burned as she stared intensely. You cleared your throat and looked elsewhere, leaving her without answer.

Jisoo laughed, lifting your chin up with a finger. Your reaction was enough, however— A thoughtful look clouded her face. “You don’t know how to breathe do you?”

"I tried to." You replied dryly, and that's all Jisoo needs to know that you’re inexperienced. "It was my first time kissing...like that." Your first kiss, and taken by a Kumiho.

"Of course," Jisoo says knowingly, amused and fond; prideful she got such a chance to claim your first kiss.

The tiny fox marble was nestled under your tongue and you were careful not to accidentally swallow it. If the fox marble held such great power, as Jisoo said before, why didn’t you feel any changes? Why aren’t you sparkling or feeling on top of the world? Then again, maybe it doesn’t work that way. You were irrationally disappointed. “Let down?” Jisoo questioned with a raised brow. “The fox marble doesn’t affect anything physically. It’s more of a mental change,” she explained.

“What does mentality have to do with teleporting?” You grumbled.

“A lot,” she answered vaguely, taking your hand in hers. In her other hand she held her fox mask, the same one you saw when you first met. “I’m going to open a rift now, so close your eyes. You could be blinded,” she instructed, putting the mask on. You did as you were told, and suddenly a bright light assaulted your eyelids, and a rush of wind sprayed you. A crackling noise similar to lightning came from what you assume was the rift. You were tugged forward and everything turned pitch black. The atmosphere around you felt strangely bare and cold, slow-moving. The surface underneath your feet turned soft and the familiar sound of village-goers reached your ears.

“Open your eyes, love.” Jisoo told you.

“It felt different that time,” you commented when you opened your eyes. You took a step forward and almost fell, the only thing stopping your fall being the hand on your forearm. “Nevermind,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut as you willed the dizziness to go away. You’ll probably never get used to it.

In front of you was your house. Most of the lights were on, and through the kitchen windows you could see a middle-aged woman. Her sleeves were rolled up and she had her hair into a bun, a small smile on her lips as she scrubbed dishes. Dong-woo had kept her word. Your shoulders sagged with relief and Jisoo watched with a glint in her eyes.

You were suddenly struck with an intense longing to see your brother's faces and began walking to the front door only to be held back from Jisoo still holding your hand. You turned to Jisoo with a frown on your face. She lifted her gaze from your hands, meeting your eyes. “You can’t go through the front. We need to be stealthy with this.”

You almost whined. “Why? This is my house.”

Jisoo looked around. Specifically at the black and red banners, the poor, hand-painted illustration of what humans thought a Kumiho looked like– festival propaganda– in the middle of the banner, and the symbols depicting the relationship between Kumihos and humans just below. Jisoo almost felt flattered. Almost. “It may be your house, but you’ve been declared dead for what I know.”

Her words struck you addled. “...Dead? It's only been, what? Four or five days at most?”

“Longer than that. Time runs peculiarly in the center of the forest. Everything outside of it seems to speed up,” Jisoo said after a long silence, her body shrinking away from how you could react. The nearly unnoticeable, slight lean away, the tapping fingers.

Anger boiled up inside you and you bit back a hiss. “Why didn't you tell me earlier?”

“It truly slipped my mind. I'm sorry.”

You let out a slow breath. To be declared dead, the village had to go four weeks without hearing from the Kumiho or sacrifice. “Then how long has it really been?”

“Almost two weeks,” Jisoo said honestly.

You nibbled on your bottom lip nervously. “They can’t declare me deceased if it's only been two weeks– It usually takes longer. Much longer.” Hurt flinched across your face, suspicion slicing through your thoughts. Did Dong-woo really think you wouldn’t last as long as the other sacrifices? That your life was so– insignificant? Of course she did. Your heart was pulsating now, blood running hot beneath your skin. What about your brothers?

“Is going around to the back an option?” You asked Jisoo, turning away to hide the emotions running rampant on your face.

“It is,” she confirmed. Jisoo stared at the back of your head as you led her to the back of your home. She was no mind reader, but it didn’t take a lot to know you were upset.

…

The lamp cast a wash of yellow light at your feet, but it did little to light the area properly this dark of night. In the back of the house was a large window and a door leading outside. Through that window was your brothers’ bedroom. You were disappointed to see that the curtains weren’t drawn closed well enough to keep others from peering in. It was something you scolded your brothers about numerous times. You never know what can happen.

Inside the room, a much smaller lamp set on a nightstand between two beds highlighted the faces of your sleeping brothers. They were sleeping in the same bed, and the thought that they comforted each other warmed your heart– yet, you were declared dead. Did your brothers believe it?

But they were being taken care of. That's all that matters to you.

“They look like you,” Jisoo commented softly beside you, startling you out of your head. You were standing closer than you realized.

You glanced at her with a wrinkle of your nose. “Are you sure? Maybe you can’t see all that well in this darkness.”

Jisoo stopped herself from responding. I'm a fox spirit. Of course I can see well in the dark lingered on her tongue. Instead, Jisoo asked, “Would you like to get closer?”

“Closer? How? I thought you said we should stay stealthy?”

“Yes, I did. But it would not hurt to get closer. I know you want to,” she answered, ears flickering. Jisoo walked to the door that led inside into the hall, your brother's room on the right side.

You watched her as she reached for the knob. “I’m sure it’s locked.”

A click sounded out and Jisoo opened the door, throwing you a look over her shoulder. (A simple lock won’t stop her. ) You hurried in after her, closing the door behind you as quietly as you could. The clinking of dishes could be heard further down the hallway and you prayed the nanny didn’t decide to check on your brothers.

Jisoo walked into your brother's room first, you just a step behind her, and stopped abruptly. You went to complain only to realize her whole body went rigid and her breathing had stalled momentarily. You looked past her to see U-jin awake.

He was rubbing his eyes, clearing the sleep that glazed them over. He blinked a few times, and you imagined he was surprised with the way his eyes widened. Jisoo stepped further into the room cautiously. U-jin looked like he wanted to scream, only he couldn’t. His mouth was sealed shut but the panic reflected in his eyes. The kumiho is coming for him now that you’re gone, he thought. But that wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. Not with the way you rushed to his side of the bed (Minnie was fast asleep beside him) and pulled him to your chest. Not with the way his fingers instinctively wrapped around your shirt, pulling himself closer to you, as if trying to make sure your warmth was real.

Was it?

“Oh, U-jin… I’m…” I’m here. I’m not dead. You felt a palpable relief just being able to hold your brother.

“Are you…are you really here?” He whispered, finding his voice again, looking up at you with wide eyes. Tears filled them and the look on his face made something inside of you ache. His eyes were glossy and wet, his cheeks flushed, his lips chapped, and his voice thick with emotion. His hair was disheveled and sticking out every which way from the bed, and unable to fight your sisterly-urges, you raked your fingers through his hair to tame it.

“I’m here,” you assured him, leaning forward and giving him a quick kiss on the forehead before backing away.

“I thought you were…” He swallowed and glanced at Jisoo. She tried not to bristle at the insinuation that she killed you. (Even if it was a reasonable conclusion.) “Gone,” he whispered, eyes dropping to his hands.

“I’m right here; alive. I swear I’ll explain everything,” you told him.

“I waited.” He looked up to meet your eyes. “I hoped you would send something…anything.”

Your heart clenched painfully, and guilt pricked your throat and stung in the back of your eyes, but you forced yourself to blink them away. If you cried now, you’d definitely wake Minnie up. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry it took this long for me to come back to you.”

U-jin nodded and tried to smile. He was still in shock. “Okay.”

“She’s coming,” Jisoo said, having heard the water turn off. Ujin stiffened on reflex, looking confused for a second. Then he remembered that she was still there. He didn’t know whether to label her a threat or not. It was clear she brought you here, and for that he was grateful.

You bit your lip. It didn’t feel fair that Minnie wasn’t awake to see you, but he slept like a log. “I’ll tell him when he wakes up,” U-jin said, knowing what was going through your head. “But you guys should go,” he said, clearing his throat.

You nodded slowly, hesitating to leave so soon. You shared a glance with Jisoo and then turned back to Ujin. “I’ll come back, okay?”

Ujin-squeezed your hand. “You better.”

The crackling of the warp began to fade as it gradually closed behind you. You took a moment to ground yourself before opening your eyes. You were back on the wooden porch of Jisoo’s estate.

“Are you satisfied?” Jisoo asked, holding the door open for you.

You nodded as you passed. “I just wish I could see them whenever I wanted,” you sighed, then quickly added, “But I’m happy I got to see them at all.”

Jisoo hummed. “What if I were to bring them here? Not now, but soon. I'd give them somewhere nice to stay, anything they’d like. You could see them whenever you want.”

“That’d be…that would be amazing— if they wanted it,” you smiled. Jisoo followed behind you, stopping once you reached your room. You turned to her only to find her narrowed eyes roaming the hallways, her nose twitching. There was a frown on her face. “Jisoo,” you called gently, bringing her attention back to you. “Is something wrong?”

Her expression changed immediately and she shook her head with an apologetic smile. “No,” she admitted, plastering a smile on her face. “Just thinking.”

You nodded. You weren’t going to pry. If Jisoo was cryptic, you’ve come to know it’s something she didn’t want to talk about.

Jisoo took a step closer to you and placed her hand on your cheek, running her thumb along your jaw. Her touch was feather light, almost as if she were afraid you might break at any given time. You held your breath, warmth blooming across your face as your thoughts returned to earlier. “I want to kiss you again,” Jisoo murmured, her tone low. “Can I?” Her question hung in the air, her eyes hopeful, her gaze intense.

“…Yes,” you whispered, rendered breathless from how fast your heart was beating. Jisoo grinned. Her lips grazed yours. Just a gentle press, but with enough pressure to let you know she wanted more than that but also to tell you that she was ready to take whatever steps you deemed appropriate. That you were allowed to take the lead. You ran your fingers through her hair, pulling her even closer, deepening the kiss.

You parted with a shy smile, Jisoo’s looking much more confident. “Well, aren’t you a fast learner,” she teased. Jisoo guided you to the doorframe, fingertips tapping lightly along your hips. “I have something to take care of… I hope you have a wonderful night, darling.”

“You too,” you responded.

You stepped into your room with a sigh, shutting the door behind you. You hadn’t realized how late it became, and the fatigue was reaching you. Despite feeling tired, you went and took a shower. Jiseul was waiting at your door when you came back, rocking on his heels.

“Ms. (Y/l/n)—”

You grimaced. “Just, (Y/n). Drop the Ms. It's too formal. What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to ask how it went. She took you to see your family, didn’t she?” Jiseul said as he wandered past you and into your room. You followed him.

“She did,” you answered, smiling. But then you remembered how he ditched you in the forest when Jisoo came. “You abandoned me,” you whined, pointing a finger at him.

“Yes, and I’m sorry for that.” He didn’t look sorry at all (not that you could see his entire face anyways).

“I knew she would take you if you had simply asked. You must’ve been happy, did you get to talk to them?”

“I was. Only one of them was awake.”

Jiseul hummed, and you wondered why he decided to talk to you about this, this late at night. “This is unusual for Jisoo.”

“What do you mean?” You asked. The boy stayed quiet. If this was so unusual, and that she truly went out of her way, you were even more grateful. She could’ve prevented you from seeing your family at all.

With this thought, you remembered you didn’t say thank you.

Surely you’d catch her somewhere in the hallways— except, as you left your room with Jiseul and roamed the corridors in search of her, there was no sign of her. You frowned. You turned around, intending to go back the way you came only to see that standing further down the hallway was a woman wearing a hanbok similar to Jisoo’s. Her eyes were soft, her jawline prominent, and there was a small mole below her right eye. Yet another being— not human, of course— that looked unreal. What caught your eye was the set of ears on her head: white cat ears, and the several tails behind them. A Kumiho? Or a half-human, half-cat woman?

You were noticed before you could even consider sneaking away, and you held your breath when she locked eyes with you. “Oh? And who are you?” She tilted her head, eyes traveling across your entirety with something akin to curiosity.

You let out a squeak and scurried around the corner and into the nearest room, pulling Jiseul with you, using the wall to conceal yourself. The masked-boy looked at you, feeling slightly perplexed. “...Ms? Why are we–”

“(Y/n).” You corrected quietly. He would learn to use your name soon enough.

“Why are we hiding from Lisa…(Y/n)?”

The woman's name was Lisa. Could she be a friend of Jisoo’s perhaps? If she was, you wondered if she ate humans. You trusted Jisoo (to a degree) but were wary of other Kumiho, aware that not all of them were like Jisoo. You would not allow yourself to be swayed by this Kumiho’s kind smile and pleasant voice.

“Well I’ve already seen you; come out now,” she laughed, her footsteps nearing. Hesitating, you shuffled out of the room, gaze dragging across the floor. Jiseul, beside you, bowed as the stranger approached. “You’re the new husband.” Lisa said, knowing. She wondered how long Jisoo would keep you. How long you’d allow her to keep you. The others didn’t fare too well.

You grimaced at “husband,” even more determined to keep your head down. The woman chuckled. “Shy, are we? Or…” Her sentence trailed off, and your heart jumped. She was scrutinizing you, and her eyes burned into your hairline. She’d figured you out.

“You…” Lisa began, her voice a mere whisper, before her nose twitched and she turned her attention to the doorway she was standing at moments before you got caught. Jisoo stepped into the hallway. She gave Lisa a look. “Please don’t wander around as you please, you’re scaring some of the servants.”

Lisa ignored her and turned back at you only for her mouth to fall open with a gasp. Her face pinched and she glowered at you, prompting you to take a careful step back. Jisoo lied to her. She didn't know what to do with these feelings of hostility.

You were just too cute.

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Congratulations on getting into grad school!!! YAY! 🎉 Same anon who read through all the KUSWK tags backwards lol. I almost never read incomplete fics because my adhd could never handle, but I ended up reading a more perfect union and just... 🥹🥹🥹 I now just need Vos to show up and for Anakin to throw the biggest hissy fit in the entire galactic realm while padme makes the am I a joke to you face (sorry padme) I am refreshing your ao3 page approximately once every 8 seconds not even kidding

ahhh thank you for taking a chance on this wip!! i am not where i want to be on the progress, but hey, it's the holidays--i still want to get this finished in december, so i'm doing a lot of writing on my phone during family time lol - here's a little bit of the beginning of the next chapter, ft. a lot of anakin being pissy but unable to understand why he's so upset

Padmé’s frown deepens. Her eyes are kind still and soft, but she looks confused and wary in her confusion. “Perhaps…” she says this carefully, drawing out the syllables like she is wrestling with herself already. She rests her hand on Anakin’s chest and takes several steps closer until she must peer up at him from under her eyelashes. “Perhaps it is for the better.” “What.” “Not that Master Kenobi is apparently—upset with you,” she is quick to add, splaying her fingers out and stroking down his skin. She has started to wear her wedding band. It flashes bright silver in the morning light. It had been her mother’s, thank the Force that they’d given Padmé a set of heirloom rings, given that Anakin had had no idea where to go for that sort of thing. Nor the funds to purchase them. He hadn’t even known what sort of jewelry Padmé preferred to wear, gold or silver. Apparently these things are important. “He has locked—” “The Jedi Council has given you leave to be my husband openly,” Padmé interrupts. Her voice is laced with steel, impatience hardening into something like ire. “You could move here, you should move here! I’m sorry that Master Kenobi’s actions have hurt you, and you will need to clear the air with him, make sure his upset was temporary. I know how…important he is to you—but perhaps we can look at this situation as for the better. The impetus you needed to make this change.” Anakin blinks rapidly, head spinning. His caf had been too strong this morning—he’d been unused to Padmé’s machine, added too many grounds or used the wrong setting. “Move here?” he repeats, eyebrows furrowing automatically. “You already spend at least half your nights on Coruscant here,” Padmé points out, her tone level but with some strange and unrecognizable note to it. “I am simply asking for a wife’s due—that you spend all your nights with me.” “I…you know I spend most of my time aboard star destroyers, angel,” Anakin looks away, cutting his eyes to that damned vase behind the damned couch.

#asks #obikin #a more perfect union #the chapter begins with a 600 word tirade against padme's couch #i very much do not know why people read what i write lol #im not lying it's like 600 words about. a couch.#i am clearly running out of things to write about

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Quiver

TW: language, degrading language, rough sex, smut, overstimulation.

You are NOT ready for this… ;) Seriously...fans, ice, and a priest needed after this :p

SUMMARY: Rafe comes home to find you impatiently pleasuring yourself, where he decides to make you second guess ever doing so again with him…Minors DO NOT ENGAGE.

WORD COUNT:

Quiver

I should have known something was wrong when I came home to the entire house completely empty. My girl couldn’t keep her mouth closed for more than two seconds, which usually worked in my benefit on rough days like today. But as I made my way up the curved steps to the small corridor lined with doors all wearing the same gold handles and ivory frames, the one left ajar piqued my interest as it led to our bedroom.

It was normal for her to have fallen asleep with some book or even with her earbuds in while waiting for me, but this was the first time that I opened that door to find her…entertaining herself without me. For what should have been an erotic scene of her toes curling at the duvet in desperation, back arching off of the bed in ecstasy, and her lips pulled into a desperate circle of a silent whine, only made me boil with anger.

“Rafe- '' She gasped when noticing me at the foot of the bed, quickly disposing of the vibrator in the sheet beside her, as I shook my head with a scoff.

“By all means…Don’t stop on my account…” My words were cold, indicating to her that I didn't’ approve of her self gratification.

Not without me. Not when I had to spend all day thinking of coming home to her, to find her already spent in MY bed, in MY shirt, whispering MY name-without ME.

“I’m sorry…” She whimpered, breath still winded from her recent orgasm, as she now moved to me, attempting to draw me into her and grant my forgiveness by her sweet touch. But I didn’t want it.

I had a point to make.

I’m sure the way my eyes cast down to her were nearly demonic, if they mirrored my thoughts in this moment, as I just continued to watch her as she looked up to me with those damned doe eyes that usually granted my forgiveness in small indiscretions. But speaking up against me, innocently flirting out of being kind were things I could forget. But not this…

“You THAT impatient? Or do I not get you off enough-” She paused for a moment, eyes flashing to the hidden sex toy as those small lips pulled to the side for a pensive pause. My mind ran rampant at the idea of her wrapped around me, seducing me with the lips I knew well, as she choked on me as punishment for this impatience. But when she didn’t answer, I lunged towards her, hand taking a harsh hold on her jaw as she gasped to my sole carnality.

“You tired of my cock, huh? You want something else? Is there somethin’ better?”

“Nnn-NO Rafe…I just…I missed you-”

“Then you wait for ME.” My voice elevated to show my frustration, something I didn’t wish to hide as I wanted her to be afraid to rival me. I loved the look of submission behind her wide eyes and slightly parted lips-just calling to be used by me; summoning me as if offering herself as an apology.

“Makes me think I’m not good enough for you…Is that it? Gotta use a fucking vibrator, probably THINKING of someone else too right-”

“NO!” She was quick to validate this.

“How am I supposed to know that, huh?”

“Rafe, I swear-”

“And I’m supposed to TRUST you? A whore who can’t even wait for me to get home?!” She wasn’t allowed to respond as I continued, ignoring the tears behind those eyes I adored, even more so when glossed in such emotion.

“How many times do you do this? Huh?” I lowered to her as she blushed. Annoyed by her silence, I raised her to her feet by her hair until I could feel her unsteady breath against my clenched jaw. “TELL ME.”

“TELL. ME.” I demanded as she would pause for only a moment before bowing her head to answer, my grip allowing her this descent as a gift for her confession.

“When I miss you-”

“Is that supposed to make me feel bad? Make it okay?”

“Rafe, I’m sorry…” Her voice, feeble and desperate made me scoff as I used this grip still within her hair to force her back into the direction of the bed with rejection.

”SO why I’m working my ass off…dealing with shitty people and their problems that-” I paused, too frustrated with the idea to repeat to her. “And while I’m doing that for YOU…you're back here getting yourself off?”

“I won’t do it again…I’m sorry, I Just…I missed you and-”

“I don’t care if you were going to cum at the thought of me…You don’t do ANYTHING unless it’s WITH ME-” I moved back to her, lowering the usual way I towered over her small frame as she evaded my gaze as it moved back to the hidden vibrator with guilt. The idea to make my words stick with her having sent me to retrieve what was used in place of me.

The oblong device, stained with her release was now set within my touch, the disgust of her having chosen THIS over me broadcast well over my face, as I looked at her with disagreeability.

“I’m sorry…”

“You will be…” Pulling away from her in a forceful retraction, I began to pace the foot of the bed, slowly peeling off the blazer and folding it politely over the chair across the room, only to return to her with my fingers rolling the pressed fabric of my dress shirt until it gathered at my elbows.

Returning to her, I analyzed the vibrator for a moment, learning its buttons and their offerings rather quickly, before watching her cheeks flush deeper in crimson.

“How many times did it make you cum?” She stuttered for a second as I lowered my expression, keeping my eyes to her, and showing my frustration with my exhausted sigh.

“Once-I swear…Once…”

“Hmph…” I responded in thought before moving back to her. “Show me.”

“What?” I swear I had never witnessed her blush to this degree, and I reveled in it.

“You want to replace me…show me why…”

“Rafe, I’ll get rid of it-”

“I didn’t fucking ask that! Lay back and make yourself cum…” I handed her the wand as she fingered it gingerly, anxious to do so, before finally obeying my command. Meanwhile, I took occupancy of the chair set off to the side of the room, trying to steady my own breathing to watching how her face fell heavy from its effect on her.

In the silence interrupted by those greedy moans she attempted to repress, I could feel myself harden in a way I hadn’t until now. Of course, I wouldn’t let her know this as this was a punishment, but I don’t believe she had ever been more beautiful getting herself off for me, well aware I was watching her. This intensified as she met my gaze, lips whimpering my name as her body moved along with her waves of pleasure.

“Rafe…please!” I only chuckled against her wishes.

“Cum-” I demanded as her eyes rolled towards the back of her head, back arching, and ‘fucks’ leaving her attempts to breathe. As I recognized this as having been the cusp of her orgasm, I now stood at her side, preparing for my ‘lesson’ to begin. My eyes were heavy over her, taking in every goosebump from her lip bit in ecstasy and toes digging into the stained bed sheets beneath her.

“You feel better, though-'' She whimpered in an attempt to appease my wounded ego. But I would only chortle to this, pressing the vibrator back against her as she immediately reached for me to stop.

“Rafe!” She gasped. “RAFE! IT’S TOO MUCH!”

“Should have thought of that.” Her hands fought my own as I hovered over her, one hand mirroring how I watched her use it onto her clit, as my other wrapped around her neck to keep her beneath my command.

“PLEASE! FUCK!” She breathed-or at least attempted to as I only continued to find amusement in her tries.

“No, you didn’t want to wait…so now you’re gonna take it!” I explained through clenched teeth.

“Until I’m done with you-and then when you’re too fucking sore to sit up, THEN…you’re gonna take ME-”

“I’m sorry-I’m SO SORRY! PLEASE! RAFE!” The cries were addictive to my one track mind becoming lost in her pleas. Demonized as I may have been to her, I was too submerged in her desperation, in her desire, to make amends, to give a shit. Instead, I pushed harder-further-faster.

“So fucking desperate for this toy…So USE THE FUCKING TOY FOR ME! RIDE IT!” Through clenched teeth, I commanded and through tears, she obeyed. Her body began to buckle once again, nails digging into the comforter at her sides.

“I…I’m sorry…” She spoke in fatigue as a portion of me had taken pity on her. She was genuine in her words-and yet, had yet to get me off.

Having to watch her cum three times, with the first being simply on the tail end, it was my turn.

I deserved this. And she was gonna give it to me.

However…I wasn’t a monster. I would give her time to recuperate. But not long. Especially knowing I wouldn’t last long with those full lips wrapped around my cock in apology.

“Sit up.” I ordered as she struggled to do so, wincing as the fabric brushed her naked pussy-my pussy, leaving behind a trail of slickness with each movement.

“You know what to do.” I endorsed, licking my lips as I motioned to my belt. Her fingers, trembling, pulled apart my buckle, as she was careful and cautious to take me to greet the harsh air between us.

“You don’t deserve my cock-but hearing you moan like that…I need this…” I growled at the thought.

“You’re gonna let me fuck that little throat, yeah?” She nodded weakly as I didn’t allow her a chance to think twice before she was nearly choking on me already-not even halfway in.

“You’re gonna take all of it like you always do-right?”

“Yes…” She spoke, the attempt vibrating my shaft directly to my deepest pull of ecstasy, as I pulled my head back to show her my approval. And as commanded, I was taken against her gag reflex. The sloppy rush of saliva to my cock was enough to amend the pulsation I had felt throughout the day-only intensifying when imagining that damned toy replacing me.

“Come on you little slut…You owe me!” She quickened, rushing her hand in twists along my base for what was too much for her to swallow. With her most valiant of attempts, she continued, lessening my anger-but not my focus to her.

“Look at me-” I demanded, pulling her hair back.

“Did I SAY STOP?” She returned, tears staining cheeks still red from a blush.

“You look so fucking pretty when you’re choking on my dick…You like being sorry? You like being a good girl?” She nodded, attempting to speak while stuffed.

“You wanna make up for it?” She nodded, eyes still heavy with desperation.

“All fours.” She obeyed, climbing into this position as I prepared myself behind her.

“I’m taking you raw, baby-” I explained as my fingers rounded her neck once again, pulling her against my chest.

“You’re gonna feel EVERY INCH of me to compare to that fucking vibrator-” I silenced her attempt to speak as she nodded, well aware this wouldn’t be a fight she would win.

“Fuck-” I breathed in approval to how tight she remained for me. My thrusts were quick, having had enough foreplay to keep this pleasurable for us both.

Although I was enraged, I didn’t want to hurt her-I loved her…I just needed to make sure I was all she’d ever need. And with each thrust into her, eventually causing her to fall forward onto her palms, I believed she was beginning to understand this.

“You will only ever use me, understand?” I spoke into her shoulder, leaving a bite mark and a collection of lines drawing blood that were quickly quelled by a soft kiss. “If I EVER see you use this again-You’ll never get this cock again.”

“Yes, Rafe! God! Only you!”

“Good girl-” She tensed to my praise, a reaction I basked in whenever spoken to her. Her eyes shut tightly as they always had just prior to her orgasm as I could feel my own in reservation. Taking hold of the vibrator one last time, I took it to her clit, swollen and aching as she no longer pleaded, just fell back to me in acceptance to what we both knew would be the last time before the torment would be over.

“One more baby-one more for me-for being so good-for apologizing so well…”

“Ugh…” She groaned, the vibrations of this sending me to quicken my motions, her walls clenching around me, sending my cock faster, pistoning into her with everything I could offer.

“You want my cum? Huh?”

“Yes! Please Rafe!” She knew that if I had found my release it would be over. The over stimulation would no longer be a punishment for her. Yet, I was a man who stuck to my word. And so she had to cum first…

“Then cum for me-”

“It hurts-”

“I know baby…But I know you can do it…I know you can for me…Cum for me, pretty girl…cum.” I was aggressive, desperate in my own request, as she unraveled one final time, relaxing and clenching around my dick as validation of this. The feeling of these contractions brought my edge.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes-Yeah! SHIT…” I expressed, filling her with every ounce of me, her effect on me, and the collection of aggression and tension.

Two final thrusts for torment, I pulled myself out of her and assisted her flat on the bed, where she was quivering from me. Helpless-the sexiest version of herself she had ever been for me.

“I-” She attempted to speak as I pulled the vibrator onto the bedside table as she looked at me with confusion as to why I didn’t throw it away.

“Maybe I’ll keep it…ONLY FOR ME TO USE ON YOU.” I reiterated as she nodded.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up…We have reservations in twenty minutes…”

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ladytanithia · 11 months

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Edit: thanks so much for all the love on this one! It's only ever gotten 2 favorites on DA, so I'm very pleasantly surprised to see it kinda blowing up on Tumblr. Had no idea there were so many Revyn fans.

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I killed myself on the details, but it was worth it. This was my second piece of digital art, so I'm pretty proud of it!

From Chapter 17 of Dalliances with Dunmer:

"Considering my circumstances here, living in my hovel of a shop in the dirtiest end of a dirty city, I understand that I’m not the most attractive choice. And I also understand that you’re not ready to choose a mate yet, anyway. I am much older than you know; if I were human, and our lifespans were comparable, I would probably be more than old enough to be your father. Yet I’m still drawn to you and your youthful energy, your talent, your beauty, and your loving and compassionate heart. I know you don’t intentionally hurt me, and that it hurts you just to know that I hurt sometimes because of you.

“Even if I did manage to convince you to marry me, I believe our relationship would remain the same as it is now, except that we would share a home. And I ask myself, would it be enough for me to know that my home was your home, and you would always have to come back eventually? That you loved me at least as much as you love all the other lovers in your life? And once again I ask myself what makes me think you’d be my wife?

“And so it goes, back and forth… You don’t make me miserable, Miranja dear. I make myself miserable. Ambarys understands my yearning for you, but he thinks I’m a fool. I probably am. But I have nothing but time. And who am I to tell you what you can and cannot do? Enjoy your life as you see fit, dearest. I’ll continue to enjoy what time I’m able to spend with you. Thank you for choosing to spend time with me and to love this lonely old man.”

Miranja had tears streaming down her face by the time Revyn finished pouring his heart out. “Now may I kiss you?”

Revyn smiled and nodded, and Miranja freed her hands from his, holding his face and kissing him over and over as he embraced her with gentle arms and stroked her hair.

“I do love you and care for you, Revyn. Please don’t ever doubt that. You are actually one of my favorite lovers, as well as one of my favorite friends. I think I’d shrivel up and die if you ever turned your back on me.”

“Sweet girl, I could never do that. Even as rarely as I see you, you’ve become an important part of my life. You bring the sunlight into the darkest corners of my shop when you visit.”

They stood behind the stairs, just holding each other for a long while, until Miranja started to wonder if Talvas was getting bored or impatient.

“I should probably get going, Revyn. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings with me. You’ve given me some things to think about. I look forward to seeing you again soon. I’m glad that coming and going to and from Solstheim brings me right to your doorstep.”

“As am I,” Revyn said with quiet warmth. They shared one last tender kiss before returning to the taproom.

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multific · 2 years

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Multiverse

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You find yourself completely lost in a different universe.

Just what was going on?

One second you were on your way home to spend finally some time alone with your husband when you woke up in an alleyway, and that wasn't even the most concerning part, the worst was that the entire city looked different. The store you went to was non-existent.

Took you some time to realize that this might be one of those universes Peter once told you about.

You wished you would have listened to what he said instead of staring at his lips. Longing to kiss them.

What did he do now? you thought as you walked the street, trying to find something, anything that would give you a starting point.

Then you saw, Spiderman, on the wall of a building.

"YOU!" you yelled at him as it got his and a couple of other people's attention. "COME DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" you said and he did.

Once he was down, you couldn't hold it in. "What the FUCK Peter?! Why am I here? What is this place? Everything is different! Is this one of those multiverse things you told me about? This isn't funny!"

Then when you turned to look at him he was short, way too short to be your Peter.

"Oh." was all you could say as you watched this Spiderman. "What is going on?!"

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Once this Peter answered some of your questions, something about a Wizard and a spell and how it attracted people who knew he was Spiderman.

So, now you knew why you were here. Almost, but you had an idea.

"And where's Peter? My Peter?" you asked as you looked at this young man.

"Is your name MJ?" he asked as he started to walk you somewhere. He said his friends will be there so they could help.

"No. My name is Y/N." he made a face. "What? Not good enough for you kid?"

"No no! That is not what I meant! At all Lady!" he panicked as he looked at you, he didn't mean to offend you. Little did he know you had a very tough skin.

"Call me by my name please. Lady, makes me sound like I'm an old hag or something. I'm Y/N Parker."

"Parker?"

"Oh, yes, I'm married to... Peter. This is so weird!" you said as you followed this guy down the street. "Okay, this is taking forever, can't you just swing us?"

"Swing you?"

"YES! Hold me and let's go."

Peter never felt this awkward, not even when Aunt May caught him with MJ in his room.

You were, a fully grown woman, no doubt about that.

He had to remind himself, that you were married even though you had a wedding ring on your finger, which was quite visible.

Didn't take long for Peter like this to bring you back to the Sanctum where everyone was. And how glad he was it was over soon. Glad and disappointed at the same time, now he had to remind himself he had a girlfriend.

In there were two more kids, who were his friends and another Peter and your Peter.

"Y/N? Why are you here?" your Peter rushed over to you, making sure you were okay.

"Oh, right funny story, I was walking home you know and then I just woke up here." you fake laughed but you were relieved that you were finally with him.

"Is Emma here?" he asked with panic in his voice.

"Hm? Nooo, she's with my mum."

"Oh, good, at least she's safe then. We will find a way to go home."

"Who's Emma?" asked another Peter, the oldest one in the group.

You found a chair and finally sat down.

"Our daughter." you explained as the kind girl, MJ as you found out gave you a cup of water. Everyone looked shocked and impressed at the same time, the other older Peter walked over to you.

"Congratulation." he said.

"Thank you, do you not have kids?" you found it weird that he didn't but it was his choice to be fair, but your husband was very impatient to have a baby after you two got married.

"Not really, no. Never had the time or the money to have one unfortunately."

"Oh, I see." you said, sad to hear that he didn't have this kind of joy.

"Y/N is super rich." said Peter as everyone looked from you to him. Typical of him, whenever the room felt awkward he just had to say something. "Oh, yeah, she is like wealthy you know? I often suspected that she might be Batman or something."

"You're joking," one of the kids, Ned, said as he sat down close to you. "Just how rich if you walked from work to home?"

"I was walking from the office to my car. My mum looks after Emma on date-nights, which Mr Parker forgot... But I'm not that rich!"

"Not that rich! She is one of the top ten! She just... When we first met, I tried to impress her and she pretended to be impressed by a fake earring I got for her from a toy!"

"Oh, come on now! I was impressed! It was cute, I have them even to this day."

"Yeah, not like she didn't have real diamonds at home. But then she got me a sports car for my birthday when I jokingly asked for it. At the time I didn't even know she had money so when she asked what should she get, I was like a Lambo in red and blue... and she got me one." everyone looked at each other.

"I thought it was normal to give cars for gifts." you said trying to defend yourself but failing. "I'm a leading scientist if anyone is interested, I was the one to put together electric cars and reimagine the average household. I have my own company."

"Solar panels, reusable energy, she is the rockstar of science."

"Come on now Peter! You are not here to brag! We have to go home!"

"True. We need a plan."

Peter liked to talk about your achievements, brag in fact about how awesome his wife was.

He had a hard time after Gwenn, so, he was glad he was able to find happiness in the end.

They had to leave now to fix this.

At least they had a

plan and didn't just jump into danger head first.

"Be careful okay?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Peter said as he gave you a kiss.

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When it was all done, you didn't even know. It just happened again, one second you were in the lab, next you were standing where you disappeared from.

Right by your car.

You got your phone out, Peter was already calling. In a second you picked up.

"I'm fine! I'm at work in the car." A loud thud on your passenger door, made you jump. You got out of the car and rushed into his arms. "Let's never do this again please."

Peter held you for a long time before pulling back and giving you a kiss.

"This was amazing! Now we have confirmation that the multiverse exists! You know what this means?"

"It means, we are going home and you are going to make up for all this? It is date-night after all."

Peter let out a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah. Date-night."

"You might also want to change, you are still in your suit." you said as you rounded the car and got into the driver's seat. Peter was quick to pop into the car as well.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Tiger." you said as you started the car.

On your way, you called up your mum to be sure Emma was safe. Once arrived home, the two of you took a very long shower and ate, after that, you cuddled on the couch. Usually, you'd go out for date-nights, got to a restaurant or to a bar for drinks, but after everything that happened, you just wanted to hold him.

“He will be fine, if he’s anything like you, he will find a way.” you said as you saw he was still troubled.

“He’s so young and yet he made this decision and just erased his entire life.”

“He’s Spiderman, a selfless hero. He will be lonely for some time, but he will learn from that. Just like you, you went through a lot and still became fine.”

“He lost Aunt May and his life, friend and girlfriend on the same day.”

“Look, I wish I could have stayed too. We could have made his pain a little better but that is not our home. This is. Emma would have missed us.”

“You are right.”

“Of course, I am. I’m always right.”

“Says the head of the Oscorp Industries, you have to be right all the time?”

“Look after Harry... I’m just happy they didn’t take the entire company.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you.” you said as this time you kissed his head before focusing on the TV again.

And he just wanted to hold you to ensure that everything will be fine.

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Arcade Rivals (pt.2)

first part here

pairing : max mayfield x reader

warnings : curse words, and it’s quiet long

summary : two very competitive arcade players get their game on.

notes : this was a request <3

third person pov

Seems like I get another clue. This time I want a real clue. Tell me what class you’re in. Or what you look like. Otherwise I will beat your score on every single machine in this arcade. - MAD max

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“A person you always walk past in school?”, El asked her best friend on the phone.

“Apparently so. At least that’s what the note said. It wasn’t very helpful. Like.. at all.”, Max huffed annoyed, tipping her index finger repeatedly against the wall.

“Why don’t you just start looking at everyone you walk past then?”, El replied blatantly.

“That’s not gonna help El. They didn’t tell me what they look like. I have a higher chance of finding the person by recognizing the handwriting.”, Max stated, sitting down against the wall.

She once again grabbed the note that laid next to her, trying to find any other clues. The paper was wrinkled by now, some of the letters already fading. There wasn’t anything on the paper besides the note, no matter how many times Max checked. The letters didn’t form any type of secret message. It was just a plain and simple text. Max got up and pinned the note on her pinboard since she didn’t want it to get any more ruined. After that she sat back down on the floor.

“But you won at Pac Man right? So there will be another clue tomorrow.”, El tried to cheer Max up.

“Yes I know. I’m just really impatient. I want to know who it is soo badly.”, Max whined.

The redhead twirled the telephone cord around her fingers while starring at the ceiling. Talking to El was a great feeling. Max had missed her best friend like crazy since she moved away. Still they didn’t talk much lately. Today was actually the first time in a while that Max had called El back. She was just so lost in her thoughts about the stranger for the past days, that she needed someone to talk with.

The mysterious person went to the same school as her. That was foreseeable. But she still had no idea who it could be. Do they have classes together? Did she ever talk to them? Max’s train of thought was interrupted by her best friend.

“Do you like them?”, El asked curiously.

Max’s eyes widened at the question. How could she ever like someone whom she didn’t even know. ‘That’s impossible, right?’ Her eyes went back to the note on her wall. Now that she thought about it, she did get a funny feeling inside whenever she thought about them.

‘But that’s just because it’s another mystery. It’s an exciting feeling to have a worthy opponent. And they are funny. And their notes are cute. They also have an adorable handwriting. And even that stupid name is kind of cute. And the fact that they sent an employee to me is so stupidly adorable. They are probably beautiful too and attentive and supportive and romantic-‘

“Fuck. Maybe I do like them.”, Max breathed out.

El smiled at the other end of the line. Her best friend actually got soft for someone. She couldn’t help herself but tease Max about it, who quickly shut her off.

“Okay stop El, I shouldn’t like them. That’s so stupid. They probably don’t even spend time thinking about me at all, they just want to beat me.”, Max answered in a sad tone.

“They like you Max. I am sure of it. How could one not like you?”, El said smiling.

Max smiled to herself, happy about El’s words. After all she was still there for Max. Nothing changed about their special bond, which made Max regain a lot of strength and security. They kept talking on the phone until it got late.

“Thanks El. It was nice talking to you. Sorry for not… being here.”, Max quietly admitted.

“It’s okay Max. I’m happy you called. And I’ll always be here if you need me. I promise.”, El answered in a soft tone.

The next day after school, Max made her way to the arcade once again. As she entered, Derek greeted her and waved her over. Max was confused at first but walked towards him anyways.

“There are multiple letters for you Mad Max. One was at Pac Man, one at Dig Dug, one at Donkey Kong and another one at Defender. It was a pain in the ass to keep other people from opening them. So I collected them instead.”, he said as he handed over the letters.

“Thanks Derek.”, was the only thing she said before she left with the letters.

Her tummy was filled with butterflies, a feeling of excitement rising in her chest. The letters were beautifully sealed with wax and a stamp, dried flowers stuck between the wax and the paper. Each one had “MADMAX” written on it with a red pen. It ultimately looked like a lot of work.

‘What an idiot.’, she thought to herself while grinning, opening the letters carefully. Usually Max was the type of person who just ripped letters open. But this time she wanted not a single one to go to waste.

Hey my favorite Max. I hope you are well. Your Pac Man score has been outdone.

Max smiled to herself. She knew this person would be able to beat her. After all they were one of the best players she had ever played against. And the only one who even came close to her abilities.

It was odd, but Max Mayfield was actually happy about someone defeating her. She even felt kind of proud.

Since you threatened to trump all of my scores, I decided to beat your Dig Dug score. I hope that’s cool with you.

As she read the second letter her eyes grew wide. She walked over to the Dig Dug machine and checked for the high score. Sane Max was telling the truth. They somehow beat the score. Worriedly that she didn’t get a clue yet, she opened the third letter.

Here is your clue. I just recently moved to Hawkins. To be precise, I moved here 5 months ago. We go to the same school but don’t share any classes.

Max squeezed her eyes together. The clue wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either. She didn’t know anyone who had moved here recently. And there was no way to find out, unless she asked every single student she didn’t know.

Last but not least. I have an offer. Break every single high score I set and I’ll meet you after school at 12:10 at the stone bench in front of the main complex. “Sounds good?” - (first letter of y/n)

That was Max’s chance. Her chance to not only find out who that person was, but to meet and talk to them. It was exciting but for some reason scary at the same time. Max’s mind got flooded with doubts. What if the person she created in her mind was a creep in real life? What if they met and things would be weird? What if they don’t even like Max in person?

As she took one last look at the messages, all her doubts washed away. From the color of the inscription to the dried flowers sealed underneath the wax. It wasn’t just a ripped out paper from a notebook. These were beautiful, mindful letters. Max sighed silently. She doesn’t remember the last time someone has done something as thoughtful and adorable as this for her.

“But I hate Defender.”, the redhead mumbled annoyed.

She put the letters in her backpack and put it next to the Dig Dug machine. After cracking her knuckles and neck for a good minute, she started playing the game. Max was determined to win, but at the same time it felt almost impossible to do so. Still she had the goal of meeting the mysterious person, which was at the back of her mind the entire time.

After literal hours Max stood in front of the Defender machine. Her head hurt by now, her hands were sore from all the gaming. She broke every score. From Dig Dug, to Pac Man to Donkey Kong. But Defender just didn’t seem to work for her. She’s been in front of that machine for two hours now. But no matter how much she tried, she just couldn’t do it.

As she was getting more and more frustrated, she sat down on a chair at the back of the arcade and put her head in her hands. Until now it was all fun and games. But the pressure of beating all the scores and the strong desire to meet the person behind all of this just got tiring.

“Hey Mad Max. You alright?”, a familiar voice asked in front of her.

Max looked up and rolled her eyes.

“Obviously it’s not Derek. I just can’t seem to break that stupid score at Defender. I hate hate hate this stupid game.”, she replied annoyed, sinking into the chair.

Derek sat himself on a chair next to Max.

“Hmm, did the letters say you have to break the Defender score today? Or why are you trying so hard?”, he asked worriedly.

Max stayed quiet. Strictly speaking, the letters gave no time limit. So she could still try to beat the score tomorrow. Her headache made it hard for her to focus at all, she wouldn’t be able to win today anyways.

“Look. My shift is over now. It’s already 8pm. You’ve been here since six hours Max. I think you should just try tomorrow.”, he said as he got up from his chair.

It felt like giving up somehow. It felt like losing. And that feeling of losing was unfamiliar to Max. At least when it came to the arcade. She lost a lot in the past because she didn’t try hard enough. And she would still blame herself for it every single day. Somehow that feeling transferred to this entire competition but now Max had to step back for a moment.

“I’m sure Sane Max wouldn’t want that. You reached your capacity for today, and that’s alright. They would understand.”, Derek tried to cheer her up.

Max looked up to him and tried to give him a small smile. She got up right after and threw her backpack over her shoulder.

“You’re right. I’ll just try tomorrow.”, she decided.

She left the arcade unsatisfied, but she knew that doing anything else right now would be just crazy. Spending six hours in front of a screen wasn’t exactly the healthiest thing to do.

Her way home cleared her mind again, the wind and fresh air easing her headache. When she got home she laid in bed and read through the letters again. Her heart fluttered with every word, her smile never leaving her lips. She called El again that night, telling her about everything that had happened.

The next day Max sat in front of school, on the stone bench, at 12:10. She knew that she didn’t meet the requirements for the meeting, but she still liked to think that her greatest enemy and greatest crush might have sat just where she was sitting right now.

A fresh breeze hit her face again, just in the same way it did the first day she got to know SANEMAX. Smiling to herself, Max understood that whatever happens with that person know, they helped Max overcome weeks of depression, sadness and anxiety. It was a true miracle. Especially after everything that had happened.

After lingering in this moment just a little longer, Max got up to make her way to the arcade again. She had a good feeling about today. Maybe she would even manage to beat the Defender score. But just as she grabbed her skateboard and turned around, she bumped into someone.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry.”, she apologized repeatedly.

The person in front of her dropped all of their things due to the collision, leaving the entire ground scattered with books and notebooks. Max wasted no time crouching down, collecting everything.

“No worries. It’s fine.”, the person above her reassured her while smiling.

As Max piled up all the stuff, she got up again. This time she looked at the person in front of her for the first time. They smiled at her, their face relaxed, showing no sign of anger. ‘Wow. They are…beautiful’, Max thought to herself. She started blushing a little, getting more nervous by the minute.

“Uhm, I’m… Max. I mean, I’m sorry! For bumping into you.”, Max stammered nervously.

“I know. Both things.”, the other person replied softly.

Max furrowed her eyebrows. She didn’t remember meeting that person ever before. So how did they know her name?

Just then she noticed that she still had the person’s things in her hands. As she was about to hand them over, she took a quick glance at the notebook on top of the pile.

“No way.”, she mumbled quietly, just loud enough for the person in front of her to hear.

It was the same handwriting. The handwriting she had memorized for hours and hours. The handwriting which made her smile, her heart flutter, her days better and her nights calmer.

“My name is y/n, by the way.”

Max looked up and started blushing uncontrollably. Whatever she had imagined until then, whatever person she had created inside her mind, y/n just exceeded all of her expectations. Their eyes sparkled like none she had ever seen before. Their face was soft, giving Max a feeling of safety. Although she was nervous, she felt comfortable. It was magical. Y/n’s soft lips formed a contagious smile, making Max smile right back.

“Nice to meet you y/n.”, Max said as she handed y/n their stuff back. “But I-….”

“Didn’t beat my Defender score? I know.”, y/n replied smiling.

Max tilted her head a little, waiting for y/n to give an explanation.

“Honestly, I just really wanted to meet you. I didn’t expect you to beat all the scores.”, y/n said as they put all their stuff inside their backpack. “I didn’t even expect you to beat one of them.”

Max raised her eyebrows, her mouth open in shock.

“Excuse me?”, Max replied fake-offended.

Y/n got up and grinned.

“Yeah, I just thought it would be fun to challenge you.”, they said as they shrugged.

“Seems like you have to be reminded who the real champion of the arcade is.”, Max commented in a challenging tone.

“If you say so. You and I. Tonight at 7pm. Sounds good?”, y/n suggested.

“Sounds good. I’ll be there.”, Max replied smiling.

“It’s a date then. See you at 7.”, y/n finally said as they turned around and walked towards the bus stop.

Max blushed again, shyly chewing on her bottom lip. She managed to give y/n a goodbye wave without falling onto her knees right there and then. But something inside of her still had other plans.

“Y/n?”, Max suddenly shouted.

Y/n turned around and stopped in their tracks as they saw a smiling Max running towards them. She embraced them in a tight and warm hug. Now it was y/n’s turn to blush, surprised by the sudden affection. Max didn’t want to let go any time soon, enjoying the presence of the person in her arms.

“Thank you so much. For everything.”, she whispered softly, still holding onto y/n. She even started sobbing a little, overwhelmed by her emotions.

A smile formed on y/n’s face, knowing that whatever they did for her, she had done just the same for them.

“I think I have to thank you, love.”, y/n replied softly.

As y/n’s bus came, Max reluctantly let go of them. Before saying their final goodbye, Max couldn’t help herself but place a soft kiss on y/n’s cheek. Both of their faces were tainted red, their hearts beating at the same fast pace. From this moment on they had a mutual understanding about what they meant to each other.

Not long after their first meeting, they became a couple. Most of their dates still took place at the arcade, but Max wasted no time introducing y/n to her friend circle. She introduced them as the coolest person ever and the second champion of the arcade. Emphasizing the word second. They would spend as much time together as possible. Max was painting on all of y/n’s shoes and y/n was painting on Max’s skateboard in return. They went to buy comic books together, and Max even trusted y/n with her rarest comic books of all time. They had endless sleepovers and y/n even persuaded Max to play DnD with the others.

But what ultimately made this connection as special as it was, is that y/n saved Max from her depression. She told y/n about everything that had happened in the past, trusting them with her biggest secrets. And they were there for her. They listened and they comforted her. And most importantly, they helped her forgive herself.

Them finding each other was fate. Or what Max would always call it:

“It was a miracle.”

A/N: I know this was loooong but thank you so much for reading. I hope you’re happy with the ending and enjoyed the story. <3

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dialovers-translations · 10 months

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Laito [03]

Monologue

Even after a few days passed by,

Laito-kun did not show any signs of going back to normal.

Not only am I only allowed to walk freely inside the manor,

but Laito-kun follows me around everywhere I go,

as my personal guard.

Under those circumstances,

I could not even look further into,

what was going on with my own body.

It was right as I had started to grow impatient,

as time just relentlessly ticked by.

Carla-san decided to suddenly,

call everyone togetherーー

ー The scene starts in the dining lounge of the Violet manor

Yui: ( Everyone has gathered. Even though they’re all familiar faces...They all feel distant. )

( I guess everyone has had their memories messed with after all. They don’t remember anything about their former selves. )

Carla: Seems like everyone is here.

Subaru: What did you want to talk about?

Carla: I have been keeping a close eye on things ever since we collected Eve, but it is still unclear to me how to become the Supreme Overlord.

There has not been any evolution on Eve’s side either, has there?

Laito: Yeah. I’ve been closely by her side 24/7, but she hasn’t shown any changes.

You don’t have any clue on how to become the Supreme Overlord either, do you?

Yui: N-No. Not at all...

Subaru: Che...You still haven’t remembered that crap?

Yui: ( That’s easy for him to say, but I don’t even know what exactly this ‘Supreme Overlord’ entails. )

Azusa: I’m sure that...it’ll just take time for her to remember.

Kou: Ehー? But that’s a problem, isn’t it? I’m pretty sure the other Houses will come to attack us.

Yui: Eh? The other Houses will?

Carla: Exactly. Our two rivaling houses...Orange and Scarlet.

While they appeared to keep a low profile at first, they have been showing signs of suspicious movement as of late.

Yui: I-Is that true?

Kou: I spotted Yuma and his buddies investigating our manor the other day.

Azusa: Ruki-san and his brothers...as well. They showed signs of wanting to take action soon...

They might come to attack us sooner rather than later...

Subaru: Che, what a pain.

Yui: ( I had no idea those things have been taking place since I came here. )

( Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun are at Ruki-kun’s place. )

( At this rate, it’ll turn into a fight between brothers... )

Carla: We must avoid conflict with the other Houses until Eve regains her memories. Keep that in mind, everyone.

Kou and Azusa will continue to look into the movements of the other Houses.

Kou: Roger!

Carla: I shall leave the protection of this manor in Subaru’s hands. Do not sleep on the job, understood?

Subaru: Oh fuck off...I know already.

Laito: Hey, Carla. I can continue to watch over Bitch-chan, right?

Carla: I do not mind. However, keep an eye on her at all times, no matter what.

Laito: Of course! Leave it to me! I won’t lose her out of sight for even a split second.

No matter the time or place...Do you get what I mean~?

Subaru: Freak...

Azusa: Laito...You shouldn’t bother her too much, okay...?

Laito: Don’t worry about that. The two of us are close friends!

Right, Bitch-chan~?

Selection

→ We are (♡)

Yui: Y-Yeah. We’re very...close.

( We’re dating after all. So this isn’t wrong to say, is it? )

Laito: See? Didn’t I tell you? Our bond is so close, we don’t need to worry about anything.

Subaru: Che, ‘close bond’, my ass.

Laito: Oh? Are you envious of me perhaps, Subaru-kun?

Subaru: You bastard. Do you want me to crush you?

→ I think our relationship is pretty average (🖤)

Yui: I think our relationship is pretty average...

Laito: Eh~? How cold. We’ve done so many things together though. I mean, just the other day, weーー

Yui: Wait, time out! You don’t need to tell that!

Laito: Oh~? Did you remember? It was quite a wild night, wasn’t it?

Yui: Don’t make it sound even more misleading!

Subaru: You basically have to spend day and night together with this pervert while he’s watching over you, right? I could never.

Carla: ...

Yui: ( Even Carla-san is looking at me with pity...!? )

Carla: That is all. Do not allow any member of the other Houses to invade this manor. This is all so I can become Supreme Overlordーー

ー The scene shifts to the empty bedroom

Yui: ( Supreme Overlord...huh? They’re all fighting over the throne. )

( Besides, if things stay the way they are, it’ll definitely lead to a full-fledged war. )

( The fight I saw at the Church... That wasn’t just a quarrel, they were actually out to kill each other. )

( I have to avoid that! But...How? )

*Thud*

Laito: Ah! Found you, Bitch-chan!

Yui: Laito-kun? Uhm, could you knock...?

Laito: Oh geez, we’re past that point, aren’t we?

Yui: ( Yeah...Well, I’m used to it from back at the Sakamaki manor so I don’t actually mind... )

Laito: Geez, you suddenly disappeared after the meeting was over, so I’ve been looking around for you.

Yui: Ah...My bad. I wanted to sort out my thoughts by myself for a bit.

Laito: Even so, I’m in charge of watching over you, so you shouldn’t leave me side, remember?

If something were to happen to you, I’d be in big trouble.

*Thud*

Yui: ( Wait, he sat down on my bed without asking. I mean, it’s fine with me... )

Laito: What’s wrong? You look serious. You must have been pondering over something important?

Yui: Well, how to put it...

( I don’t think he’d regain his memories even if I were to talk to him about it. )

( Still, I can’t do much all by myself, so if I had an ally to rely onーー )

Laito-kun, I’d like to ask your advice on something. Will you hear me out?

Laito: Your listless expression is wonderful as well. Of course, I’m all ears.

Yui: Isn’t there any way we can stop this fight over the title of Supreme Overlord?

Laito: Why?

Yui: Because I don’t want to have to witness you guys fighting and getting hurt.

Laito: Hmー You’re so kind. Even though you’re playing the role of the captured Princess right now, you’re still thinking about the wellbeing of others as well.

However...That’s impossible.

Yui: How come...!?

Laito: I mean, Carla, Ruki and Reiji all have their minds set on becoming Supreme Overlord.

I doubt you’d be able to stop them, no matter how hard you try to convince them.

Yui: No way...

Laito: Well, to be honest, I personally could care less about this whole ‘Supreme Overlord’ stuff~

I’m happy as long as I can have fun and I’d rather stay out of trouble.

Still, as long as Carla is determined to get the throne, I have to at least put in some effort or he’ll get on my case.

Yui: That’s why...You’re helping out in this fight?

Laito: Yup. I’ll fulfill my necessary duties.

Yui: ( Laito-kun doesn’t seem to question it at all. )

( Is there really nothing that can be done about it? Do I really just have to sit here and watch as a war breaks loose...? )

Laito: Well, that being said, the duty which has been given to me is to watch over you.

It really is the best job. All I have to do is keep you company after all.

Of course, it comes with a lot of extra privileges as well.

ー He leans closer

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah!

Laito: Why don’t we pretend to be a couple again~? Let’s have some fun together.

Yui: I-It isn’t pretending! We are an actual couple...

Laito: Then how exactly did we show our love for each other as a couple?

I’d love to hear that from you directly?

Yui: Well...

Laito: Fufu, look at you getting flustered. I wonder what kind of dirty things are going through your head right now?

You get a kick out of pain and suffering, so I’m sure I’ll be able to try out many different kinds of fun things with you.

Ah, right. One second, okay? I’m pretty sure that in this room...

Yui: Eh...?

( He’s searching for something? I have a bad feeling about this...! )

Laito: ...Ah, found it.

Look, I’m sure you love this sorta thing, don’t you?

Yui: ...Scissors? Don’t tell me...W-Wait!

Laito: Look you terrified. What did you think I’d do to you with these?

Yui: Hyah!

( He’s running the scissors along my cheek! )

Laito: Keep still, okay? I might end up scarring your pretty skin after all.

Ah, I guess it might not be bad to do so on purpose.

Deep crimson blood dripping from your fair skin...I get excited just by imagining it.

Yui: S...Stop...

Laito: Sure, I’ll stop. But in returnーー

*Thud*

Yui: Kyaah!

( He cut into my clothes..!? )

Laito: It’s just a scrap so it might not be long enough? Oh well, I just gotta tie it real tight then.

*Rustle*

Yui: Eh? W-What!?

Laito: Okay, first move your arms behind your back, then I’ll fix them in place with the cut-off fabric...There we go.

*Rustle*

Laito: There, all done! What a lovely sight~

Yui: ( No way! I can’t move...! )

Laito-kun, please! Untie me!

Laito: What are you saying? What’s the point in tying you up if I’m just going to remove it right after?

Haah...Just watching you tied up like that really makes my imagination run wild...

Yui: ( ...In that case, I’ll have to find a way to loosen it myself... )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Kuh...

( I-It’s no use...It only got even tighter from trying to loosen it. How did he tie this knot!? )

Laito: What are you doing now? I wouldn’t make it that easy to untie.

*Thud*

Yui: Well then...What do you want me to do next? Should I give your legs the same treatment?

Yui: N-No...

Laito: Despite your protests, your blood seems very happy with this situation?

See? When I run my fingers across your skin, a sweet smell emits from underneath...

Yui: ...No...

( H-He’s running his nails across...Who knows what he might do to me right now... )

Laito: You look lovely from behind as well. I can’t help but want to bite down into your fragile-looking back.

Yui: I-I’m begging you, don’t run your nails across...

Laito: What’s wrong? Does it feel good? Or are you yearning for my fangs, perhaps?

Yui: That’s not it, please, just untie me...! Now’s not the time for this sorta thing!!

Laito: ...Oh shut up. You know what will happen when you say things that’ll ruin the mood, right?

Yui: ...!

( Right now, Laito-kun sees me as nothing but a plaything or a prey... )

( Even though I’m with the guy I love...why is my body shaking...? )

Laito: Nfu~ What a good girl you are, going quiet. I suppose I’ll have to give you a reward.

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“Girls are so nice. So soft and fragile...I can’t help but want to mess them up real good.”

“Ah-ah~ Because you kept struggling, both your nape and your shoulder...Ah, even your back as well, they’re all fully exposed.”

Laito: Nnー What a lovely scent...It’s telling me to dig in. ...Nn...Nnh...

Yui: Uu...Aah...!

Laito: Geez, Bitch-chan. If you squirm around like that, your clothes will come off, see?

Yui: ( Ah...! The fabric’s ripping open starting from the cut he made earlier...! )

Laito: You want to show me your body that badly? In that case, I better get a thorough look. Come on, squirm around even more.

Yui: Y-You can’t...!

Laito: Fufu...Then do your best to endure it, okay?

ー He bites down again

Laito: Nnh...Nn...Haah...

Yui: Aah...

( Because I can’t move my arms...It makes it more difficult to ignore the feeling of his fangs... )

Laito: See? Have you realized? Just by retraining your arms like this, it doubles the fun, no?

Yui: No more...

Laito: ...Oh come on, we both know you don’t want me to stop. Your blood keeps on growing richer, you see?

Like it’s trying to tempt me into drinking even more. Nn...

Yui: Nn...Aah...

Monologue

ーー I want to do something about this situation.

Despite feeling that way,

I have absolutely no idea where to even start.

When I know very well,

that while I’m here having my blood sucked by Laito-kun,

the others might just be getting everything ready,

to commence the war.

I want Laito-kun to remember.

I want everyone to stop fighting.

Yet there is nothing I can do.

It felt like all my emotions were being numbed,

by the overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

Laito: Haah...Oh dear? Did she faint again? We were only just getting started too.

Still, Eve’s blood really is superb.

So much so I start thinking how nice it would be to have this blood all to myself, which sounds totally out of character for me...

...Uu...

Those dizzy spells again...? How strange...

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #laito sakamaki #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #cllaito3

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As It Was

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T (A bit suggestive but tolerable still)

Note: AU. I am currently in love with the song As It Was (Prep’s version) and had it on repeat. You know that certain instance when you’re listening to it and suddenly a random scene for your OTP will just playout from out of nowhere. That’s what happened here.

I know it’s late. But this is a Happy Valentine’s ZoNa piece and my supposed entry to the ZoNami jukebox event in here.

And yes, this is a companion fic to The Cat Burglar one-shot (#30 in the Little Bits and Pieces collection). Enjoy!

Summary: She couldn’t pinpoint when was that exact moment when something between them shifted. All she knows is that it’s not the same as it was.

Nami quietly watched the scene outside from the tinted window of the car as it sped past the crowded street. The weather was a bit cold tonight, yet she was surprised to see a lot of people still loitering about enough to cause a slight traffic.

She chewed at her bottom lip—a bad habit really, whenever she feels edgy—and folded her arms on her chest, creasing the front of her coat at the movement.

“We’ll be there in a few minutes Nami-senpai.” The driver, Bartolomeo, politely informed her. They were on their way to her apartment and he must’ve sense her impatience… or saw it from the car’s rear view mirror.

“It’s alright,” Nami smiled at him. Usopp had told her before that he was in-training to become a low-rank official hence the chauffeuring them around stint. “Don’t worry about it.” She wasn’t that much in a hurry to be honest. She got nowhere to be tonight of all nights.

Her gaze riveted back outside, silently observing the people hurrying to and fro while holding flower bouquets and gifts in heart-decorated wrappers with big red bows around them.

It was Valentine’s night. And here she was, braving the traffic so she could get home after sneaking out of the party at the Mugiwara estate to spend the rest of the night soaking in a nice, warm, bubble bath with lighted candles around her and glass of expensive red wine in one hand.

Normally, she loves attending those parties and spent time there mingling and rubbing elbows with the rich, flirting with handsome, gullible guests and steal a thing or two from them before the party ends… but tonight she was not in the mood.

Maybe because a lot of guests there tonight have dates and she unfortunately and accidentally ran across some pairs cozying it up in some of the vacant rooms like five times already.

The mansion has numerous rooms! Why the hell did she keep stumbling into one that was already occupied by dry humping people?

She decided to just call it a night. Honestly, she can’t take seeing one more pair in a state of undress. She doesn’t want to barge into another quickie session or she’ll start charging them for using the rooms in the first place.

Besides, what’s with all those horny people? She didn’t see any oysters were served for dinner earlier.

Unless their gluttonous boss was able to get his hands on them… or if someone intercepted it on their way out of the kitchen…

Wasn’t Sanji-kun in charge of the food tonight?

Nami rolled her eyes when it clicked into place.

Thank her lucky stars Bartolomeo was around, ready to drive anyone anywhere at a moment’s notice. When Luffy motioned for his top men to go upstairs for a private meeting, she decided to high-tail it out of there.

Speaking of that…

“Hey Bart,” she called out to the Mohawk hair-styled man. “Got any idea how long that meeting’s gonna be?”

“Uh…” Bartolomeo scratched his cheek, looking apologetic as he glanced at Nami from the rear view mirror. “Apologies, Nami-senpai. I’m not sure about that.”

“Oh. Alright.”

“But it looks like it’s gonna take longer than usual,” he continued on. “I heard Luffy-senpai’s brother arrived earlier.”

Nami settled back on the seat, thinking. “If that’s the case, then it’s gonna take some time.” She pondered more for a moment. “Hey can you swing by Baratie first? I want to get something to go.”

“No problem, Nami-senpai,” Bartolomeo nodded. “You want me to call first so they can get it ready?”

“I’ll do it,” Nami pulled her phone out of her purse and dialled the exclusive number for the restaurant Sanji-kun had given her.

If she’s going to spend tonight of all nights alone, she might as well splurge for herself right?

A haggard-sounding chef answered her call. She reached inside her purse for her lipstick while she was enumerating her requests. Her fingers snagged an unfamiliar object and she pulled it out to look at it.

Nami stared at it for a long time. When the call ended, she already made the decision on how to best enjoy herself tonight.

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The scenery outside the window changed as the car made a smooth turn to the right and began an uphill climb. They had left Baratie about fifteen minutes ago and was now driving along a rather lonely road with thick trees bordering both of its sides.

There wasn’t any lamp post on the area and only the head lights of the car illuminated what was ahead.

But Nami wasn’t afraid. Not a bit. The road was private that was why no one was allowed to use it. A few minutes passed and a black, large gate loomed before them.

“Nami-senpai,” Bartolomeo called her name to get her attention. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Nami grinned at him. “Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re off the hook.”

“But…”

“Just trust on this me alright?”

Bartolomeo looked hesitant but Nami only motioned for him to continue ahead.

He nodded weakly, just as the gates opened for them. He drove the car inside and in a few more minutes, he was circling the driveway and pulling to a stop in front of a dark house.

He stepped out of the car in a flash to open the door for Nami and assist her in getting out.

“Thank you,” she winked at him. “And don’t worry I’ll handle it,” she assured him with a pat on his shoulder.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay here Nami-senpai?” Bartolomeo asked again in an uncertain tone. He swallowed a lump in his throat. If something happens to her, Luffy-senpai and the others would make sure he wouldn’t die a peaceful death.

“Yup,” Nami nodded as she scanned the house in front of her while Bartolomeo waited nervously beside her with the paper bag from Baratie and the bouquet of flowers the wonderful head chef Zeff had given her.

She slipped out the keys she found in her purse earlier and she could swear Bartolomeo’s eyes widened as looked at her.

“Y-you got the keys to this house?”

She winked at him again and brought her forefinger to her lips, a sign to keep his mouth shut about it. Nami motioned for him to hand her the food and the flowers before heading towards the front door.

“Just try not to rat me out ok?” She reminded him before slipping the key inside the lock.

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The temperature outside seemed to drop some more as the night wore on. The tall, thick trees surrounding the vicinity didn’t help with that at all… they only made it colder.

But Nami seemed oblivious to it as she turned the key. Either it was tolerable or she doesn’t mind because of the coat she was wearing. There was a clicking sound as the key unlocked the door and she pushed it open.

What idiot still uses only one lock for their front door when keypad locks are a thing now?

Not that any of those will stop her. She can pick a lock and override a keypad as easy as one, two, three.

She stepped inside the foyer, just as Bartolomeo pulled out of the driveway to head back to the mansion-slash-headquarters in the Mugiwara estate.

Nami flicked a switch to her right and the whole floor was immediately bathed in warm white lights.

“I’m home!” She announced in a sing-song voice to no one in particular. She snickered at that. She knows the house is empty… save for her. With one hand, she was able to shrug off her coat and left it on the couch.

Nami caught sight of her reflection in one of the mirrors lining the wall that was separating the living room and the dining/kitchen area. She had to admit, she looks dazzling tonight in her sparkling gown. Too bad no one will be able appreciate it.

Her high heels made click-clacking sounds against the marbled floor as she made her way to the other part of the house. She set the paper bag and the flowers down on the kitchen counter top and looked around.

It was really a gorgeous house and it was a shame it was not being appreciated enough.

She had seen enough of it to fall in love with it. With high ceilings and glass walls, it had a great view of the outside especially at night time where you can see the city lights.

And you can also see the Mugiwara estate from there. Which is no surprise at all because the area where she is now, belongs to them.

The house was smack in the middle of thick trees, giving it enough privacy. And it didn’t matter if all the lights were on because it can’t be seen from the outside. You won’t even know it is there.

It was a perfect hideaway place.

Nico Robin told her that it was Franky who designed and built it. That’s why everything inside and outside was set to perfection.

She unwrapped the bouquet Zeff has given her so she can replace the almost withering flowers in the vase on the middle of the dining table. She’s going to make the most of her stay here, so that means everything has to look good.

Nami discarded the flowers in the trash and proceeded to set the dining table with the exquisitely made, hand-crafted plates she was sure Sanji-kun was the one who was responsible for.

Come to think of it. This house has something from everyone from Luffy’s core group. She’s sure the flowers from earlier were Robin’s flower garden.

She moved purposely for the next few minutes: setting the table, selecting an expensive red wine from the wine collection, pouring some in her glass before proceeding to arrange scented candles in strategic locations and dimming the lights to give the place a more subdued ambience.

Everything was perfect.

Then she left the kitchen—one hand holding her wine glass while the other clutched the bottle—and she went upstairs. She casually strode towards the empty bedroom and headed straight to her main objective.

Because hands down, this place has the best bathroom, the best bathtub, along with the best view for a relaxing bubble bath. It would honestly put any expensive hotel to shame.

All thanks to Franky.

She raised her wine glass in salute to her comrade before downing it and proceeding to prepare a luxurious bubble bath for herself.

A few more minutes and a blissfully content Nami was submerged in the large tub, wine in hand, eyes closed while a soft music played from the bath’s hidden speakers as the calming scent of the candles she lighted wafted in the air.

It feels like she was being lulled to sleep. It was so soothing. She could honestly live like this for the rest of her life.

At times like these, she can’t help but think that working for the Mugiwara family was one of the best decisions she ever made.

How long had she been with them? Two years? Two years since that green-haired man walked into her bar and whisked her away in a world more dangerous than before.

She had honestly thought that was the end of the line for her. But surprisingly—and thankfully—it was her excellent skills at thieving and treasure hunting that saved her.

And when they found out that she’s also a genius cartographer. That sealed the deal.

When she was brought in the presence of the Mugiwara family’s head… to say she was shocked was an understatement. He wasn’t what she was expecting. Nor what she heard through the grapevine. Especially when Monkey D. Luffy made an offer to her to join the ranks of those working directly under him.

After all, it was a waste to not to put all of her skills and knowledge to good use.

She made a choice to join him.

And she loved every minute of it.

Though there was a price to pay… she had to let go of her bar, as joining him would definitely place her in a tight spot with the other families who usually frequents the place. It would definitely make her a target and put her in more danger.

It broke her heart to shut it down. The bar was something constant in her life. It was her safe place despite how crude and violent her customers were. But she understood that sacrifices need to be made if it will bring her closer to her dream. And if she played her cards right, she might reopen it again in the future.

“Why are you here?”

Nami’s eyes shot open at that voice. Deep and cold as ice. It send shivers up and down the spine and not in the most pleasant way. She had seen men tremble at the sound of it. Seen enemies almost shit their pants when they hear it.

But…

Nami pouted at the intrusion. She moved her head slightly towards the bathroom doorway and her eyes settled at the tall, green-haired man who seemed to appear out of nowhere. She inwardly cursed at how stealthy Roronoa Zoro can be. She didn’t even hear a car pulling up the driveway.

She just threw him a smirk, batted her eyelashes at him and purred, “Welcome home baby.”

Zoro just scoffed at her attempt to tease him. She grinned as she settled back in her bath and watched him marched inside, removing the cuff links from his shirt and dropping them haphazardly on the sink countertop.

Nami rolled her eyes at his carelessness. She’s pretty sure he’ll be losing them in the next few days. Just like all the cufflinks that came before them.

“Why are you back so soon?” She wondered out loud when he started to pace around the room, shedding articles of his clothing like a snake and leaving them on the tiled floor.

He had the gall to snort at her question. “It’s my house.”

Nami puffed her cheeks at that. “So? Shouldn’t you still be at the meeting?”

One steely eye narrowed at her as he began to pull at his tie. “Shouldn’t you be anywhere but here? This is called intruding you know.”

The orange-haired woman only chuckled at that. She shifted from her relaxed position, resting both of her arms at the tub edge so she can watch him idiotically try to choke himself with his tie.

“Hmmm… I wouldn’t call that intruding if I have your keys.” She declared in a cheeky tone.

Zoro stopped fumbling with his tie and glared at her. “Why do you have my keys?”

She sighed exasperatedly, leaning her head on one arm. “Because you are an idiot?”

“I’m not an idiot!” He immediately retorted and Nami threw her head back to laugh at his expense.

“Only idiots leave their keys anywhere for others to grab.” She threw a smirk his way and he frowned at her.

“I’m pretty sure you nicked that from me.”

“Oh,” Nami feigned surprise at his accusation. “Me? Steal something from Roronoa Zoro’s person? Hmmm… you flatter me.” She winked at him.

It is fun seeing this usually unrattled man get flustered whenever he’s up against her in a war of the words. Working for Luffy made her realize that Zoro wasn’t all that he seems.

He wasn’t all ruthless, uncaring and cold. That was reserve for their enemies. And also, for the newcomers who still have to gain his trust. Kami knows how long it took for her to acquire it. And it wasn’t that easy. How many times did her life had to be on the line and he had to save her ass before she was finally able to crack his supposedly impenetrable shell?

Too many to count.

But once she did, once he was able to look at her without that distrust in his eye... his company had been nothing but pleasant and rather enjoyable much to her surprise.

Especially when she realize how easy it was to take him down a peg or two.

“Stop fumbling with that, you’ll end up choking yourself to death,” she lost her patience when he still—for the life of her—cannot figure out how untie his tie. “Come here and let me!”

Zoro just glared at her. Again. He’s really unamused at how she’s getting too comfortable with bossing him around.

Nami, likewise, glared back. Oh he doesn’t scare her anymore like when she first met him. He had used up all that privilege in one go.

“Do not make me stand from here and pull you by that tie!”

Grudgingly he obeyed her, moving closer and leaning down so she can help him.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” Nami narrowed her eyes at him as she worked on the knot around his neck. The silver tie looked so sleek on him. Too bad it can also be the cause of his death.

“How can you have difficulties with something as simple as this when you can maim anyone without even looking their way!” She complained when she was done. He muttered something under his breath. She wasn’t sure if it was gratitude or an expletive.

He pulled the tie away from his neck and grumpily threw it on the sink.

Nami eyed the innocent article of clothing that was now officially the bane of Zoro’s existence.

That cool persona of his was just really a front. Away from the frontlines, he was a downright bumbling… idiot.

“Need any help taking off your other garments?” Nami innocently offered. Now she wasn’t really sure if he can unbutton his shirt without turning it into a sort of battle royale.

His face colored and he spat out a really loud ‘no’.

Nami sniggered. “Come on Zoro. We are way past modesty here. See? You’re already undressing yourself right here while I’m taking a bath baby.”

“Stop calling me that!”

She burst out laughing at his outburst.

“You witch!”

“Yeah I know. Can it Zoro.” Her shoulders were still shaking as she tried to dwindle down her laughter. Boy, he was really making her night.

“Why are you still here?” Zoro was practically snarling his question at her. He’s probably had enough embarrassment for the night, care of her.

“Be nice Zoro,” she hummed as she settled back again on tub, lifting a feet up and playing with the bubble foam. She glanced at him and he was now leaning back at the sink, glowering at her. “And here I stopped by Baratie on my way here to get you a steak.”

“A steak?”

“Uh… steaks?” She corrected when he sounded dissatisfied.

He folded his arms over his chest and asked crankily. “Why?”

“Nothing much. I figured I needed to bribe you so I can use your bathtub.”

“You’re already in it.” Zoro pointed out.

“True,” Nami agreed. “Thought the meeting’s gonna take long enough for me to slipped out of here without you knowing and just leave you something as a thank you.”

“Didn’t take that long,” Zoro grunted and he reached beside him to pull open the smartly hidden cabinet which stored liquor bottles. He grabbed a glass and poured himself a drink from a bottle he just randomly grabbed. “Besides, Bartolomeo ratted you out.”

“Tch! I knew he would,” Nami said, playing with the bubbly foam in front of her. “He’s more scared of you than me.”

“Hnnn…”

“Don’t be too hard on him. It’s not his fault you lost your keys.”

Zoro was halfway into bringing his glass to his mouth to drink. “I’m not. And I told him I know you filched it.”

Nami smiled haughtily at him. “Maybe you should stop leaving it carelessly anywhere?”

“Tch.”

“Can I have my me time now Zoro?” She shot him her signature pleading look that never fails to make any man a putty in her hands… well except Zoro. “I promise I’ll get out of your hair as soon as I’m done.”

Zoro scrutinized her from the rim of the glass he’s drinking. Then he sighed.

“Fine. Do whatever you want.”

She blew him a kiss. “Thank you! Feel free to enjoy the steaks I brought. They are inside the paper bag. I already set the table for you in case you want to eat like you’re out on a date tonight.”

“It’s not a date if you’re alone.” Zoro grunted.

“Oh?” Nami intoned as a Cheshire cat grin lit her face. "Want me to call for someone to accompany you?” She offered in sickeningly, sweet tone.

Zoro pinned her with an icy glare.

“Or do you want me to accompany you?”

Zoro was silent for a moment, observing her. Then he set his glass down on the sink countertop and folded his arms over his chest.

“And what will that cost me?"

Nami leaned against the tub again so she can look at him straight in the eye, resting her arms against the tub’s edge. This time her grin is more mischievous than ever. And so is the look in her brown eyes.

"Diamonds from Jozu Island.” She answered without missing a beat.

The green-haired man stared down at her with a serious expression on his face. He looked like he was contemplating. Then he pushed off the sink and moved to approach her.

Nami was absolutely beaming as she gazed up at him.

It was just a joke. She just wanted to see him lose it at her inane request. It just feels sooo good to tease him. She wasn't even sure anyone can when she first met him because he was so... expressionless.

"Consider it done."

She stared at him incredulously. Her jaw dropped open from astonishment at his answer.

"Eeeh?!"

"You want it. You'll get it."

That was all he said before he leaned down and captured her lips with his.

Stunned she maybe at what he said, she was still able to return his kiss eagerly. To be honest, she had been craving for it, for him, all night.

She was searching for him back at the party all night with the intention of pulling him in one of the deserted rooms. But certain responsibilities had prevented her from doing so. She then decided to just head back to her apartment and call it a night.

When she realized she had his house keys… she changed her plans. It was a long shot since Luffy’s meetings are notoriously long. She had little hope that Zoro will come home tonight.

But thank her lucky stars…

She couldn’t pinpoint when was that exact moment when something between them shifted.

All she knows is that it’s not the same as it was.

He only need to ask her and she would gladly join him for a late night dinner downstairs, even without those diamonds. She didn’t fix it just for one after all.

His fingers tangled along her wet hair and she vaguely felt him almost lifting her out of tub with the way he pulled her closer to him as he kissed her deeper. She fervently opened her mouth for him, so she can taste the alcohol he just had—still on his tongue—and him again and again.

When he pulled away, Nami can see familiar heat behind his grey eye as he looked at her intently. She was still pressed against him. The front of his black shirt was now wet.

“Been wanting to do that all night.” He drawled before planting a soft peck on her lips. “Join me downstairs?”

Nami grinned. “Hmm… why don’t you join me here first?” She suggested, licking her lips as she traced his with her thumb. “You can either you take your clothes off or I will step out of this tub and make a mess on the bathroom floor.”

Zoro answered her with a smirk as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

She moved away from him so she can watch him undress and admire every inch of his insanely toned body.

When he joined her in the tub, she was immediately in his arms.

“I still want those diamonds Zoro,” she whispered to remind him.

Zoro stared at her amusedly before giving her that half-smile she immediately fell in love with the very first time she saw it.

“I know.”

Her laugh was cut off by his lips pressing into hers again.

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