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ange1ace · 3 months

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DONT YOU LOVE ME ANYWAY?

tw: slapping, slight breeding kink, smut, dark!luke, corruption kink, daughter of aphrodite!reader

a/n: from your #1 yappist

There was something sacred about it-how he would desecrate-ruin you. Bruises littered your inner thighs, neck, anywhere he could find to mark you. Own you.

And he did.

There was some thrill in it for him, that you'd allow him to fuck with you like this, turn you into something as depraved and corrupt as him. Watching the guilt settle in your eyes when he finishes fucking you, mock disappointment crafting his words.

"should cover those up, yeah?, cant have everyone knowing what a cock dumb slut you are now, can we?"

People began to notice it, slowly. The way your face would burn with embarrassment turning into shame when they pointed out the hickeys. The fact that you were luke's toy to fuck and use as he pleases. And it was, until it became because even after he betrayed you, its his name that falls from your lips when you cum on your fingers.

You shouldve known better. Maybe checked the borders harder, more than twice-brought more weapons. Anything, that would take you back from being here. The metal presses against your throat, sending shocks of fear through you as he tilts your head up, back pressed against the rough bark of the tree.

Clarisse and the others had left camp for some special mission, chiron called it, leaving you and the other year rounders. It was calm for the first few weeks, until it wasnt.

Monsters started attacking more frequently, breaking the borders which you couldve sworn you thought could never happen. And there was only one culprit. The same one that had his head between your thighs-just weeks earlier and now a knife under your chin.

"isnt it past curfew sweetheart?" he asks tilting his head as he smiles "should report you for that"

Like the fucker cares.

Your eyes scan your surroundings, looking for atleast a dagger, seeing most of your weapons discarded too far from arms reach. He sees you, of course, eyes darkening in irritation.

"None of that yeah? just want to talk-"

Something in you clicks, anger that causes you to almost bite at him. "now you want to talk? you fucking left me luke!, no note, not even a simple goodbye-i had to hear about this from annabeth, a-and you want to speak to me with a sword at my throat?!"

He shifts, eyes moving to unreadable, as he backs up only slightly.

"There wasnt enough time-couldnt get you roped up in this shit and risk somethin' happening to you, you wouldnt have understood-"

His words fall on deaf ears, not caring-trusting-what he says anymore. You're quick to move, acknowledging that his sword is now at his side, completely out of the way. The first fist hits and you cant tell when the second one reaches. He lets you hit him, takes it until it actually begins to hurt, grapping your wrists as you attempt to fight his grip. He discards his sword on the ground, moving his other hand to keep you still. "Stop before you hurt yourself" he says sternly, backing you right up against the tree. Theres tears on your face now, he cant tell if they're from sadness or anger, choosing the latter pains him less.

"Just calm the fuck down"

Its the same tone he would use with you before, whenever you'd ask him to stay with you after he'd fuck you for hours on end. Producing the same result, tears brimming along your waterline until his tone changes. "I'm sorry okay? just dont-dont-fuck- stop crying, cant take it when you do that to me"

Your lip stops trembling, soaked eyes looking up at him as his hand cradles your chin. Its silent, none of you knowing what to say anymore and even though, you know better, you kiss him. Your lips are soft against his at first, but when luke gets over his shock? he's all teeth and blood. Violent and angry and so so desperate. Your brains in a fuzz, a high from the way hes kissing you. Maybe you've spent too long alone since he left, maybe you should've moved on. But whatever it is that leads you to do something like this, you're to fucked out of your brain to care.

Fuck elysium, he's got his own little heaven right here, in the way you sculpt your lips into his, letting him find solace in you after everything. His hand reaches to the curve of your waist pulling you into him, as he begs you to let him go further. To fuck out his frustrations onto you once again. He's sick for even asking, and you? you're just as bad for agreeing.

He practically rips of your skirt, ruining the pretty lace hem, muffling your protests with his lips. "I'll but you ten, okay a whole fuckin' set after-"

A promise you know he's not going to keep, but for now, you let him have it. His hand trails over your panties, pressing the damp spot he sees there. "That desperate huh? been waitin' for me princess?"

Somewhere in your stupor, your lips form into a pout.

"Dont be silly"

His lips form into a smirk at that, slapping your clit from your tone as you yelp. "Yeah? you've just been whoring yourself out since ive been gone?-looks like i needa remind her who she belong to hm?"

Another slap connects at your silence.

"Y-yes-fuck-please-n-need it so bad-" you babble out mindlessly, pushing your hips up into his hand-a desperate attempt to get some friction. He chuckles at your neediness, like his cock isnt leaking through his pants right now. He pulls your panties to your knees, fingers teasing at your hole, gathering your slick before he's sliding both inside of you. The sound you make is pathetic, giving him exactly what he wants, to see you pliant and indigent for him again. He's not slow or careful, instead fucking you with his fingers like hes almost enamored with the motion.

"L-luke-!" you whine, when you feel his other finger pinch your clit, the stimulation making your body jolt in pleasure. "I know, baby, I know-'s really abandoned her didnt i? dont even know how much ive missed this pretty pussy"

His words are so sweet, an illusion for how fucked up this all is. He continues to pump his fingers into you, feeling how you tighten up around him as his hand goes back to circle your clit. Your hips buck up into his hand, letting him use it as motivation to move faster. Head falling back, feeling the familiar tightening in your stomach as whimpers emit from you, eyes rolling back in pleasure. Your brain goes white when you cum, thighs trembling as you clamp down on his hand. He pulls out of you, watching the wetness that drips down your thighs.

"theres my girl"

He's quick to pull out his cock, all angry and red, precum dripping along his veins. He rubs his cock along your thighs, shivering at the feeling. He's slow at first, easing himself in, until he fully enters you, a wheeze coming from him.

shitshitshitshitshit-shit-" his thighs quiver, jaw clenching from holding himself back. "g-gotta relax for me, mami-fuck-"

He buries his head into your neck, gritting his teeth as his hands tighten on your hips. It take everything in him not to just rut into you right there.

For your sake, he tries to be slow, be patient as he thrusts into you at an antagonizing, gentle pace. You mumble something under your breath, begging him to go faster, to ruin you again, to break you. And he remembers that really? he was never a patient man.

His hips snap into yours, his movement prompted from that primal need to fill you with him to the hilt. Its disgusting, lewd-almost pornographic sounds that come from you as his curls stick to his forehead from sweat. He fucks you like an rabid animal, harsh, violent and angry-he doesnt understand whats wrong with him-why he needs it so bad. To feel you clench around him, scream out his name as if everythings normal again, as if he's human again. He presses against your stomach, causing a mixture of a moan and a sob to come from you, as he moves against you faster-harder.

He's on cloud nine when you clamp down on him. Hips stuttering, choked out whimpers falling from him as he buries his face back into your neck to try and stifle his sounds. Stars dance across your vision, and you swear you're drowning-mouth formed in a permanent 'o' shape, thighs trembling as you sink deeper. Crash after crash of ecstasy hits you-coming in relentless hard waves that make you see white. Your speech is slurred, rambling about how you love him so much-need him so much, begging him not to leave you again.

And thats what pushes him over the edge. He knows hes gonna leave you again, abandon you like the piece of shit he is, but the reprieve he has is too good to deny. He cums with a fucking sob, your name echoing from him like a solemn prayer, not even recognizing the fact that he just came inside of you as he holds you to him.

He cleans you up, carrying you back to the aphrodite cabin. Lucky for him, its empty. Most of the year rounders being in his old cabin. Laying you down on the bed, as your eyelids flutter, he sits on the side of your sheets, watching your face until you fall asleep.

And whether its guilt or regret, this time he stays and holds you until he disappears in the morning.

#luke castellan smut #luke castellan #luke catsellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #percy jackson x reader #pjo series #pjo #charlie bushnell #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan fanart #just pretend this makes sense #yeah!#zee writes ౨ৎ

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legally-allowed-to-slime · 6 months

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The last few people had logged off the server, leaving it in its burnt, damaged state.

She knew where Gem would be.

Cleo scaled up the ladder and clambered up to the rickety roof of Joel’s tower — where you could look out on the entire server.

Sure enough, Gem was perched on the railing, sitting on the edge with nothing to support her but the wind, staring in the direction of the Secret Keeper.

Cleo looked around at the short cobble walls. Grian had told her that he’d hid away here. Not a bad strategy, overall. You could shut yourself here and forget everywhere else existed.

“Hey, Cleo.”

“Am I that loud?” Cleo joked weakly.

“Who else?”

Cleo watched as the last remains of the green flesh flaked off Gem’s skin, leaving her regular human tones. “No more zombies now, then? Good job, anyway. Killing people left and right.”

“Not you, though.”

“Not me. Only way I’m going out is my way. I’d rather die on my own stupidity than someone else’s callousness.” Cleo allowed a hint of pride to enter her voice. “You were great zombies, though.”

“We weren’t zombies.” Gem turned and hopped down from the railing.

Cleo noticed that unlike the other zombies, or even Scott or Grian, Gem didn’t have a single scratch or injury, save one neat bandage that no doubt was due to Scar’s reckless arrows.

Which meant the blood splattering her face wasn’t her own. “What do you mean?”

“That’s not how zombies work. No offence, Cleo, but most zombies aren’t sentient.”

Cleo blinked. “No worries, I know they aren’t. I kill plenty of them at night.”

“So you should know how they work. They’re mindless. They lurch along, they kill without thinking, they probably bump into trees.”

Gem tilted her head. “They don’t set TNT traps, or betray their teammates, or ask for permission to kill their wife’s perceived murderer.”

Cleo’s mouth was dry. “So you’re saying…”

“I’m saying the apocalypse wasn’t zombies, Cleo. It was human.”

Horribly, incredibly human.

Cleo remembered when they were up on the tower, staring at the others down below, condemning them as monsters.

Somehow, it was better to think of them as a mindless horde and not people she’d been laughing and arguing with a session ago.

Gem was watching her. “You know I’m right. Look at Pearl. Was running from us, convinced we were infected or something but once she realised she had permission to kill, she went in. Even unleashed a warden, or two. That’s how quickly we switch.”

Ironically, Cleo realised, the roles had been swapped this session. The humans were chasing the zombie, but it hadn’t been any different.

“That’s not true,” Cleo said, “It’s not all bad. Did you know, Grian snuck down from this tower to check on his magma pet, and I was there too. And so was Etho. He didn’t kill us.”

Irritation flashed across Gem’s face. “He didn’t kill you? If he had, or, like, told us your location or something, we could’ve all just gone after Scott, and, and, the task would’ve succeeded…”

She trailed off, and looked at Cleo. “Is that the point you’re trying to make here?”

Cleo shrugged.

“Alright, I get it,” Gem grumbled, “No need to rub your holier-than-thou alliance and great morals in my face.”

“Well, no one asked you to put your task over your bandmates.”

Gem didn’t say anything to that.

“It’s not as if I’m exactly a paragon of morality either.” Cleo continued.

“I guess not.” Gem gave a short laugh. “Neither am I. You know, all the murder and stuff? I don’t feel bad! In fact, I feel great. I feel proud of myself for it.”

“…I feel you should be a little less bloodthirsty.”

Gem smiled at Cleo, an innocent, cheerful smile that would have been such if not for the circumstances. “Oh, no.”

Cleo was suddenly feeling very unsafe on the highest platform on the server. She wished Etho was here, or even Grian.

She knew Gem couldn’t take any lives, not now, not when the session was already over. But still…

Cleo raised her sword to stop the axe swing that came, but it was a feint, and her sword hit nothing.

Gem dramatically swung her axe back into her inventory.

“You really thought I would attack you?” Gem said.

“I don’t see why you wouldn’t,” Cleo retorted curtly.

“That’s true,” Gem conceded. “But the curse is just so- it’s so freeing, Cleo? Can’t you see? You could do anything.”

“Uh- no thanks. Session’s over, anyway,” Cleo pointed out.

“That’s true. But I’m still kinda cursed, you know.”

In response, Cleo warily raised her sword. But all that Gem did was deliver a mock salute before logging off with a chirpy “See you next week!”

Cleo stood silently. There had been one zombie on the platform just now. Her.

And thinking about it, she wasn’t sure if there hadn’t been two.

#concept: gem is simply evil #god forbid women do anything #oh no this story turned into that are humans good/evil thing again #that’s great i don’t care #geminitay #zombiecleo #gem centric but i did put in some cleo stuff because etho sparing his allies was so woahwhaha #secret life fanfic #secret life #secret life smp #life series #trafficblr

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lowkeyerror · 11 months

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Teamwork

Kate Bishop x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Notes: Honestly its been so long I dont even know what goes here... probably violence

Summary: The leader of the Avengers thinks that Kate and Y/n need to work on their teamwork so he sends them on a mission together.

An: I won't say that I'm back prematurely (like I did my last post like 4 months ago) but I will say I feel the need to post so perhaps I will

Masterlist

Kate was sweet like gumdrops. She was the kindest soul you had ever crossed paths with. Her doe eyes were always filled to the brim with emotion. Her skin was soft like clouds in the sky.

These were indisputable facts in your eyes, yet no one would know that by the way you treated her.

You and Kate were colleagues. Both young and upcoming heroes with a lot to prove. Technically you were on the same team, but you treated Kate as your rival.

You and Kate were not cute friendly rivals, but bitter ones. Mostly due to your nasty attitude towards her.

Though you actually quite admired how good Kate was at her job, you acted as though it irked you. Every time she was in the field, she came back a better hero.

She was good at adapting to others' mistakes. She might panic under pressure, but she never failed a mission. The most irritating thing is that she did it all with that award-winning smile plastered on her face.

You were also very good at your job, just a lot less enthusiastic than Kate. If Kate was a gumdrop, you were black licorice.

You worked endlessly on becoming a better hero. Your precision was perfect, it was your gift. There wasn't any chance you'd miss a target. Whether you were throwing a knife, shooting a gun, or trying to make a paper ball in the trash can.

As the youngest members of your team, the two of you often found yourself paired together.

Being paired with Kate was such a double-edged sword for you. On one hand, you got to be extremely close with the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen. On the other hand, you always acted as though you hated her.

" Earth to Y/n, are you listening to me?"

You slowly nod at your captain's words, not at all hearing what he said.

He tilts his head to the side," Ok then what did I say?"

You remain silent, not having the slightest clue of what he said. Kate couldn't hold in her laughter about your blunder. You glare at the brunette.

" I said the main point of focus in this team is our teamwork. If we're going to be working together, we have to respect each other at least. You are lacking in that department."

Kate laughs even louder, causing you to speak up.

" Why is she here for this?"

Sam speaks up," Because she's also lacking in that department."

Kate's laughter stops abruptly," What do you mean, I'm great at working with others?"

Sam looks between the two of and shakes his head," Every time you two are sent on a mission together, you bicker at each other the entire time. You lose focus, and you almost cost us the mission."

" Key word, almost. We've never failed a mission as partners. Our success rate is 100%"

" I don't like having to agree with Y/n, but she's right. Even without being buddy-buddy, we always find a way to complete the job."

Sam sighs," I've seen the tapes, I know the missions get completed, but there's a lack of teamwork. For example, you're hardly watching each other's backs."

" Kate's a big girl, she doesn't need me to look over her shoulder," you argued with him.

" This is what I'm talking about. Everyone on this team is capable of getting the job done on their own. Which means if we send more than 1 person, it is absolutely necessary for you to be looking out for your partner. If I don't see some proper teamwork on your next assignment, you both will be suspended from field work until you can sort it out."

" Are you serious?"

" You can't do that."

Sam slides a folder over to the both of you before standing up," Figure it out, because I'm not playing."

You were fuming when he left. This wasn't fair to either of you. Why were you being punished for being successful on your partnered missions? Just because you weren’t besties doesn't mean you deserve this treatment.

" If you scowl any harder, your face will be like that permanently," Kate spoke to you.

You glare at her again, and she puts her hands up in surrender," That's not very teamwork of you, Y/n."

You sigh and put your head in your hands," This is fucking stupid."

Kate rubs a hand through her hair," I agree. So let's get it over with."

After briefly scanning through the files, you both got prepared for the mission. You were going to check out a minor anomaly in some small country you'd never heard of. The locals had been recently reporting the same suspicious figure, seemingly scoping out the place and buying normal household things that could be used to enhance chemical weapons.

" So, how exactly are we going to demonstrate teamwork?" Kate interrupted the silence on your ride.

You shrug," Fuck if I know."

Kate rolls her eyes," Guess I'll be doing all the heavy lifting as always."

" What did you just say?"

She crosses her arms," You heard me."

You get up from your seat and walk over to her. You squat down so that your face is level with hers. From there you can smell that intoxicating perfume she wears. Her doe eyes are sharp as they look into yours. You almost compliment her, but then reality kicks in.

" Listen here, princess, there was some truth to what Sam said back there. We don't have to like each other, but respect is necessary. And I don't appreciate the disrespect from you."

Kate scoffs," You disrespect me all the time."

" Name one time."

Kate begins to open her mouth, then promptly shuts it.

" I make snide remarks, sure, but I've never said anything negative about your skill level or ability to get the job done because you've given me no reason to."

Kate tilts her head," Was that a- did you just compliment me?"

You break eye contact as you feel the tip of your ears heat up," Look, all I'm saying is don't act like I'm not good at my job."

Kate keeps a small smile on her face," I never said you weren't good, I just think I'm better."

" I'm not having this argument with you."

The rest of the ride was fairly silent after that. The silence was different from the usual bickering, but maybe the captain would see that as a step in the right direction.

When you arrived in the country, you could already sense that something was off. It was a mixture of a gut feeling and observation. It seemed like most of the townspeople had barricaded themselves inside.

" Something isn't right with this place," Kate speaks softly as you both walk further into town.

When comparing what you saw in front of you to what was in the file, it was easy to see large differences in the town. Though the town was small, it wasn't supposed to be vacant by any means. The robust amount of locals was the ones who reported an issue in the first place.

" I don't like it at all. Keep your guard up, Bishop."

The few people you saw wouldn't make any eye contact with you. They were quick to identify you both as outsiders. It was inevitable, as you couldn't blend in to a crowd if the crowd was non-existent in the first place.

The next local that past you was an elderly man, he stopped at the sight of you and spoke," You lot aren't from around here, are you."

" No sir, just visiting. Actually, we're looking for a certain hotel in town," you show him a picture of the place on your phone and his eyes go wide.

" You're looking for trouble."

There's a small pocket of silence which Kate fills," Why would you say that?"

" Cause you're looking for him. He's the only one that stays at that inn. And we all know to steer clear of it."

The man tries to leave, but you stop him," What happened to this place?"

" He happened… started getting rid of people he had problems with. People who gave him trouble."

" What did he do to them?" Kate presses further.

The man looks between the two of you," He blew them up. One minute they were standing on their feet, the next their head would pop like a zit."

The imagery he created freaked you out more than you'd like to admit, "Thank you for letting us know."

He shook his head," If I were you ladies, I wouldn't go looking for trouble. Too pretty to be headless."

Those were his last words as he continued walking after that. Neither of you moved from that spot. Trying to process what he had told you.

Things had gotten extremely serious in your head. You had considered going back to the quinjet and telling Sam that you'd need back up for this mission.

However, you needed this mission to go better than any of the other missions you had been on with Kate. That was literally the reason why you were both here.

" Put these on," you passed Kate 2 ear plugs.

" Why?"

You sigh," If this guy doesn't have powers, then it's likely that he's using nanotech to get into people's heads. So we need to cover possible points of entry."

When you finally get to the building, it's a little ways from the actual town. You're on edge. Kate walks a little bit in front of you while you watch her back.

By the time you see the trip wire, it's too late. It's not the entire building that explodes, just a corner of it. A corner that was going to fall on Kate if you did not take action.

It felt like slow motion to you. You saw the building about to crumble on top of her, and you were quick to lock your arms around her and force her out of the way along with yourself.

Your breathing was heavy as you realized the girl in your arms could've died. Your front was pressed against her back, and you could feel her ragged breathing as well.

You didn't let go of her until a voice interrupted the tense moment.

" Hasn't anyone ever told you that trespassing is illegal," a man emerged from the intact part of the building, smiling sadistically at you two.

" Who are you and what do you want with this town?"

The man cackles," This town is insignificant to me. It's simply my playground where I can test my masterpieces."

" Then what is it that you want?"

" I'm going to blow up the world, literally. It almost feels trivial to call it a bomb, but my masterpiece will destroy everything. There will be nothing left of this world when I'm done with it."

You're scared, but you can't let him know that," What makes you think we'll let you do that?"

" You two? You won't be around to stop me."

You realize it a half a second too late as another explosion happens under your feet. You brace yourself as best you can to prepare for impact, but you feel a hand latch on to your arm.

With the strength you have left, you help her carry your weight and stop you from falling to your death.

" I just need 1 shot," you growl as you stand up.

Kate sees the look in your eyes. She has seen it before, and it never leads any more good for the person you're looking at.

" He has explosives, it could be dangerous," Kate stood with you.

" Kate, go call for backup and a bomb squad."

" I'm not le-"

" KATE GO," You yell at her with your eyes focused on the enemy.

Kate wanted to fight more, to argue with you again, to postpone this situation. Yet she knew you were making the right call, she had to trust you at this moment and she did.

She took off running. You saw the man reach for what you assumed to be an explosive detonator. It took less than a second for you to whip out your gun and shoot the device in his hand.

He screamed as the bullet grazed his hand, the debris from the device burning into the skin of his palm.

" The next shot will be through your head, if you don't call it quits now."

" I didn't want to get my hands dirty, but if I must," he approached you at his own speed.

It took everything in you not to charge at him. You knew he was baiting you. So you took a shot at the ground right by his feet.

" Well, you're smarter than you look, but not smart enough."

You felt yourself being restrained and forced to the ground. Whatever held you down had a tight grip on your skull. Its cold metal prongs were cold and sharp against your skull.

" Don't bother struggling against my invention. You'll never get up. I'll blow your mind, and then the brunette's."

The mention of Kate made you fight against the bot. It also made the mad scientist laugh.

" Aw, how pathetic. I'll tell her about this after you're gone. Now open" he violently grabbed your chin and shoved something in your mouth.

He slapped you across the face one last time before walking away from you," Any last words?"

You were shaking, sweating, and scared. For the first time in this interaction, you let your eyes water. This felt like the end.

You'd failed and it had cost you. The part that made the tears stream freely was the thought that you wouldn't be able to save Kate. She didn't deserve to die like this. You'd hope she stayed by the jet and waited for backup.

" Oh right, there's a bomb in your mouth. Silly me," you watched as he reached for the detonator. Time seemed like it had slowed down.

He flipped a few switches on the remote before getting ready to hit the button. You closed your eyes, waiting for it to be over. Yet your eyes shot open when you heard the man scream in agony.

There was an arrow through his hand. Then another came down and through his foot.

" I will shoot this shit through your head if you even think about grabbing that remote."

Your face was still against the gravel, but you knew who had just saved your life.

She walked toward him with her bow at the ready. She picked up the remote, and before she did anything else, she shot the robot that was pinning you to the ground.

The tight grip on your head was now loose and limp. You slowly began getting to your feet.

Kate handed you the detonator. You did the opposite of what you saw the man do and saw the green light on the device turn red. There was still some fear in your heart about removing the explosive from your mouth.

The man had a smug look on his face when he saw you struggle," Well I suppose if it's disarmed its harmless right? Maybe it's heat sensitive, maybe it's touch sensitive, who knows. The only way to find out is by removing it from your mouth."

" Shut the fuck up," Kate shot an arrow directly past his head, grazing his ear slightly.

" You're going to be ok. Just take it out and throw it as far as you can."

You looked at her and for the first time ever she saw genuine fear in your eyes.

" You have to trust me," the look in her eyes was something you could not debate.

You didn't hesitate, you dug into your mouth, removed the device and chucked it as far as you could. It didn't land anywhere, instead it exploded in the air. It wasn't significantly sized on the outside. However, you knew if had gone off in your mouth you would've died.

You walked up to the man and pressed the butt of the gun into his temple. There was nothing more you wanted to do than blow his head off. Your chest heaved up and down.

The man laughed," Kill me then. I dare you."

You cocked the gun and your finger rested on the trigger.

" Y/n don't," Kate tried to reason with you.

You couldn't look at her, you'd fold if you did," He deserves it, Kate. You should've heard the shit he was saying."

" That's not for us to decide, Y/n."

You began to shake," Why not?"

Then the scientist laughed again, and that sent you over the edge. You took a small step back and fired the gun.

The scream you let out was primal. It ripped through your throat. It hurt more than you could ever imagine.

The bullet had taken the man's ear. His screams were nothing compared to yours.

Kate hugged you from behind as your legs began to fail you. With her arms around you, she kept her bow and arrow raised at the man.

Sam was confused at the sight when the backup finally arrived. The scientist was cuffed and taken in as other special forces handled the damaged building.

When the scientist was gone, Kate dropped her bow, but her arms stayed around you. Sam began to approach the two of you, but Kate signaled him to stay back.

" Y/n, talk to me," her breath was a whisper against your ear.

" I'm sorry," you said, trying hurriedly to get to your feet.

You didn't get too far before Kate yanked you back into her embrace.

" You saved my life, there's nothing to be sorry about," she gave you a small smile.

" But I-"

Kate shook you a bit," You didn't kill him so, it doesn't matter. He was trying to blow your head off."

" You saved my life too."

Kate nodded slowly," I did, you saved me first though."

" I was terrified, Kate. When he said he was going to kill you, I- I never felt that helpless," you were causing yourself anxiety just speaking about the moment.

Kate didn't hesitate to rest her hand on the side of your face, forcing you to look at her," I'm right here, Y/n. A few scratches and a few bruises, but I'm ok. Without your reflexes or your decision-making skills, I don't know if I would be standing here right now."

" Kate," your eyes accidentally drop to her lips.

" Fuck it," Kate muttered before surging forward and placing her lips on yours.

You kissed her back and it felt right. It felt like Kate was your other half. There was no competition anymore; just you and Kate.

" Well, I see you got the teamwork all handled," Sam spoke, causing the two of you to separate.

" We almost died on this mission. Our teamwork was fine before. The trauma we have is-"

Kate had more to say, but Y/n grabbed her hand," We're good."

" But-"

" Everyone is safe, the bad guy is behind bars, and now we get to go home; together."

Kate huffed and dropped her shoulders," Fine, but we're dealing with this together then."

" There's no one I'd rather tackle my demons with," you couldn't help but sound cheesy.

" Good, because you're stuck with me now in more ways than just coworkers."

You smirked," I'd gladly be stuck with you any way you'd have me."

Sam cleared his throat with a smile on his face," Ok, you guys are free to go. I'll wrap it up here."

Your hand never left Kate's as you walked back to the jet. Nor did it leave when you both strapped in for the ride. It was at that moment that you decided that you'd do whatever was necessary to hold on to Kate.

#lowkeyerror #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #sam wilson

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kayleightarot · 3 months

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Tuesday, March 5, 2024 Good morning, Lovelies! Today is about Honesty, Mental Discipline, & an Open Mind Tarot of the Day: Page of Air /Swords

This page brings news of change; and a possibility you won't love the delivery. Even where the change may feel challenging, this card speaks to issues being settled and confusion or misconceptions being resolved so, take heart that any bumps or issues today aren’t big or long term, and will serve a higher purpose in the end.

You may be trying too hard or pushing for something to move forward before its time, or just find yourself stepping on people's toes in general. Consider brainstorming a new solution - don't get bogged down in established methods or your “own way” of doing things. The day calls for strong analytical skills, an energetic nature, and fearless honesty - but be sure to include diplomacy.

💚 At work, this may indicate some conflict. Be humble. You may be approaching a situation with the assumption that you know all there is to know. Remember that although you may know all the facts you may not know the mitigating details; ask if there is more to know and the others involved will appreciate your open approach.

💙 If you are in a relationship, reassess whether you actually know when to push and when to back off. You may have the timing wrong and be causing yourself unnecessary tension and irritation. It's OK to need your partner to explain their feelings and gives them an opportunity to share with you. Allowing your partner the time and space they need is essential.

🧡 Today is a day for flexibility. Harness all that mental and physical energy you're feeling and direct it wisely. Open your mind - even if you think it already is, "read the room", "sense the tone", and in general, pay more attention than usual to the responses of others. Trust that instinct, and you'll successfully navigate any situation today Gun a-màireach (until tomorrow), Lovelies Peace out

#KayleighTarot #GoDoBe #PeaceOut #Tarot #TarotReader #TorontoTarot #Mystic

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nautilusopus · 2 years

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Breeds of Kill Six Billion Demons fans

Roleplayer: Largely harmless, just here to have fun, have been following the comic since day one. Mildly irritating to wade through when you look through the comics for actual discussion about the story, since a lot of their posts are shaped by headcanon by necessity. Usually chill.

Lore Bro: Similar brand of annoying to the roleplayers in that they assume their headcanons to be canon and act accordingly, but infinitely less fun to read because they don't even have the courtesy of pretending to be a dragon first and will not back the fuck off when proven wrong. Will get very, very angry when their headcanons turn out to be wrong. Are here primarily for the lore in fact. Become even more upset when it becomes clear Abbadon isn't and consider it a failure of writing.

Twitter Brainrot: Are looking to this comic to deliver Good Representation and Moral Truths. Very angry that Steven Universe advocates genocide and war crimes. Continually shocked when a trans character makes a bad, selfish decision, or a pee-oh-cee slices someone in half with a very big sword and intestines fly everywhere and they choke to death on their own blood. Wants you very badly to know that this behaviour is NOT okay or healthy in real life! <3

Comment Poets: Try to say deep one-liners in a similar voice to the Song of Maybe. At best state the obvious. At worst, directly embody that Dril tweet about there beign zero difference between good and bad things. Whoa....... maybe the bad guys had a point........ makes you think............ Can't knock them too hard though because they're some of the only people in the comments actually directly trying to directly engage with the comic and its subject matter! Good for you guys, keep up the good work, maybe work on the delivery.

Immigrated Warhammer 40k Fan: Just here for the swords and gunmechs. Might be a bit lost but haven't figured out this is a Wendy's yet. "i don't like how you demonised these god emperor cops >:( liberal agenda much??? why are there so many gays in here for no reason? good job ruining your comic you soycuck"

Horny On Main: Home of sexual. Know a good pair of tits when they see them, regardless of whether they're attached to a buff despot with sad dad energy or a desiccated mummy. Invaluable members of the community, braver than any marine. Thank you for your service. #AllisonsAreolaTruth

The Rhyming Wax Head: The only cool roleplayer. Only broke character the one time and it was fully justified

#ksbd

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blackjackkent · 3 months

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Chats with Jaheira's gang of kids:

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"A fine day to you, saer. Are you known to this court?"

Hector, sadly, lacks the worldly experience required to know what she's talking about and play along, so he just blinks at her. "I am not. But it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Crude manners," the girl says primly. "But you speak well enough. For a peasant."

"Jhessem discovered an old family tree in my study," Jaheira says lightly. "We haven't had a moment's peace since."

"Tethyrian nobility!" Jhessem cries, waving her arms. "You might be *royalty*, Jaheira. You don't want to be queen, of course, and Rion curses too much, so it would have to be me."

"Careful, girl," Jaheira quips. "They have a habit of taking against tyrants there."

"Bah," Jhessem says, rolling her eyes. "I"m not a tyrant. If anyone calls me one, I'll have Fig chop their head off."

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A note hidden under a floorboard:

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"I take no responsibility for your plants," the orcish boy, Jord, says as Jaheira approaches him. "You know I'm more of a mushroom man."

"You've let my study turn into a thicket; is this what I am hearing?" Jaheira says.

Jord shakes his head. "I tended to it. I just... let it thrive in its own independence. You know," he adds pointedly, "same way you raised us."

She scoffs. "I raised you to be a sweet and kind boy. What happened?"

He frowns - a particularly sharp expression around his equally sharp tusks. "I watched what you did instead of listening to what you said. This house has taken in a lot of children over the years," he adds to Hector. "Mother dear was sometimes more commander than, well... mother dear."

"So you're all Jaheira's wards?" Hector asks, deeming it prudent not to pass judgment on anything happening here-- this is a far more tangled knot of love and anger than he feels qualified to untie.

"Wards. Family. Life-long irritants," Jaheira says dryly. "Use whichever term you wish."

Jord tilts his head at her, and then grins. "We were down the market when I was about nine years old. Some merchant started in with the usual. 'Yes, but where's *your* family. Whose son are you *really*?' When mother was done with him... well, let's say he won't have any sons of his own to worry about."

Karlach swallows a snort of laughter and Hector smiles. Jaheira's expression doesn't shift, but her eyes glint with a flash of amusement. "Hmph. Nature's law in action."

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"Commander!"

"Spare me your salutes, you little traitor." Jaheira's words are sharp but her tone is amused, affectionate even. "You walked me right into that ambush."

The girl grins. "Sorry, commander. You *are* my commander, but... Jord promised me pies!"

Jaheira laughs softly. "Hm. I can't fault your priorities. You'll look after them for me?"

The girl bounces up on the balls of her feet. "Can I have a real sword?"

"No."

"Hm. Fiiiiiiiiine."

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Further reference to Jaheira's family history and her escape from Tethyr as detailed in her BG2 romance dialogue:

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"No arguing," Rion says sharply as they approach. "Just... tell me you're well."

"I..." Jaheira hesitates. Then her shoulders slump and her voice softens lower than its usual snap. "...am well."

Rion nods slowly. "And Minsc?" she asks, her eyes flicking to the berserker.

The interpersonal subtleties here are slightly lost on Minsc, who simply grins widely. "Boo is also very well! And happy to see *you*, Rion."

The girl grins crookedly. "And I him. Enough that I'll let him keep his lumbering, sweaty steed inside." The smile fades and she looks from Hector to Jaheira with intense practicality. "So. This cult," she says, matter-of-fact. "What's our plan."

Hector resists the urge to smile. She is very like her mother, this one-- determined and strong and stubborn, and cool with a river of emotion roaring underneath.

"I'm not fool enough to think I can change your mind," Jaheira says quietly. "But if you're staying, I don't want you taking up arms. There are other ways to fight."

Rion clicks her tongue skeptically. "Really. Like what?"

"There are refugees outside the walls," Hector points out. "They'll need protection."

Jaheira flinches, and her eyes drop. "You shame me," she mutters. "In all our hunting, I had put them from my mind."

Perhaps it is that reaction, more than the words themselves, that cause the work of sudden emotion - troubled anxiety followed by determination - that flashes across Rion's face. "Right. Leave them to us then," she says firmly. "if we can't get them past the checkpoints, we'll at least make sure they're watched over if it comes to fighting in the streets."

She looks at Jaheira steadily for a long moment. "If I have to stay home and babysit, then it's *your* job to make sure ther'es still a home to look after. Take what you need, and we'll do the grand reunion when you come back for good."

Hector can see that there's something else she wants to say, but as Jaheira often does - as Hector himself often does - she shoves it down and away, out of sight, out of mind. "So," she says briskly. "Lovely as it is to have you back, mother - go away. You have work to do."

"Aye aye, commander," Jaheira says, inclining her head slightly. A pause, and then she adds, "Wait. One more thing. There are doppelgangers on our trail. One even went so far as to steal my face."

Rion studies her for a moment, then smiles faintly. "Hm. All right, then. If you turn up looking for hugs and kisses, I'll make sure to shoot first."

Jaheira laughs softly. "That's my girl."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle

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vashsscoreboardofpain · 6 days

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WELCOME BACK SPORTS FANS ;D

We have officially entered Trimax! We have 13 volumes ahead and the contestant is already making incredible numbers. If the total points of this round surpass 44 he could be looking at getting a new average per volume.

But enough statistics, its time to let the contestant shine in Trimax vol 2:

Chap 1:

-it took a while but 1 "action" point for isolating himself so everyone stays safe. even though they really want to see him

Chap 2:

-1 "bad event" point for getting yeeted from the motorbike and being forced to ride it

-1 "bad event" point for injuring himself and wolfwood after he takes control of the motorbike

-1 "bad event" point for getting attacked by the blade. even though a sword has no business going against a gun, the contestant is still struggling

-1 "bad event" point thanks to the rai-dei for threatening the last remains of family he has left. thanks bro, you truly are helping the contestant today

Chap 3:

-1 "bad event" point for being forced into a life and death combat just so he can go check on his family

-1 "bad event" point for getting attacked at the speed of light again

the battle was pretty fast but it seems like the contestant has won! how will he get more points now that is over?

Chap 4:

-the contestant asks rai-dei to surrender. sadly thats not an option in trigun but before he can do anything, wolfwood kills him. 1 "traumatic event" point for watching a man die because of his boyfriend best friend

-1 "angry outburst" point for attacking wolfwood out of anger

-1 "bad event" point thanks to out mvp, who so braverly put vash's gun in front of his own face to prove a point. what a man

Chap 5:

-1 "bad event" point for crashing the motorbike again

-1 "bad event" point for just being at his limit

-1 "action" point for being waken up by the guy who wants to save his mom. boy oh boy, the contestant had a "thats me fr fr" moment and is ready to act

-1 "action" point for actively helping the guy despite being on his limit. he can barely walk, he cant talk yet there he is. ready to help people

-1 "bad event" point for getting kicked by the guy for...not staying in bed while hurt....huh

-1 "bad event" point thanks to wolfwood who was so irritated that he pulled his gun on vash

Chap 6:

-1 "bad event" point for the implication that wolfwood hit the contestant so he would reveal where they are going. we are close to the end of the volume but the mvp keeps doing his job

-1 "yikes statement" point for admitting he doesnt have the answer to his ways yet. not that the statement of not knowing is bad, but the fact that he puts himself on the line for an ideal hes not even sure about is insane. the suffering division deems it point worthy

-1 "traumatizing event" point for probably one of the most heavy points the contestant will get this season. his family breaks in many pieces, revealing they are all fake. his relief is destroyed like nothing. legato really found his home

Chap 7:

-1 "action" point for his lack of action. leonof introduces himself and mocks him but all he can do is stand still in pain.

the contestant reacts after a few minutes, and gets in position to get more points

AND with a cliffhanger, today's round comes to an end. somewhat of a short performance but still an impressive one. the contestant who is very much ahead and does not show signs of stopping

On this round he got 20 points, meaning his new total is 149 points. The contestant is 10 points away from surpassing stampede vash!

Please keep tuning in for more suffering! more drama! more sports!

#trigun #trimax #vashs score board of pain

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pearlywritings · 2 years

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Lend me a helping shoulder

synopsis: The end of the month is always hard on the Twilight Sword, so it’s no wonder that you want to come over and support your hard-working lover. But first, you’ll need someone to help you. Up.

pairing: Dainsleif x fem!reader, feat Halfdan

tw: Khaenri’ah era, established relationship, some crack but mainly fluff

word count: 2.2k+ words

author’s note: I needed a break from what I am working on right now, and the idea of carrying your friend on your shoulders so she could kiss her man through the window has been sitting in my head for years.

Another drop falls from the tip of the quill and hits the paper, bursting into smaller blots of ink, completely ruining the half-written report. A tired sigh and then a hand reaches to crumple the document and throw it in a bin to dispose later. New parchment is laid upon the wooden surface and the quill dips in an inkwell for the hundredth time this evening. Or it would be more accurate to say night already.

The lights within the palace are off, and Dainsleif has just one lamp on, illuminating his working desk and piles of papers stacked on top of it. It doesn't look that bad - the pile with finished work is way bigger than the one that still needs to be tended to. The man though looks awful - dark circles around his stark eyes make his gaze look more miserable than he'd actually let on, hair is quite disheveled from how many times he ran his fingers through blond locks, there is a red mark on his cheek - one yet to disappear after he had that very cheek supported by the fist, or otherwise he pretty much would've hit the desk face first. A cape with a Royal Guard emblem embroidered on its back and black gloves are abandoned, parts of armor that are quick and easy to put back on if there is a state of emergency are neatly placed on a chair near the window, and a couple of buttons on his shirt are popped open. If any of his underlings saw him at the moment, they'd see a sight of what a royal knight should never look like.

However Dainsleif is exhausted. It's the end of the month, there are major reports that need to be passed to the higher-ups at the Court and they really love changing the filling template every now and then, as if they don't have any more important tasks to attend to. This time, regretfully, they decided it's time to replace the format yet again and informed the Captain almost at the last minute. The man would love to be mad, but at this point his brain have only one legible thought: finish the work as soon as possible and maybe, if he is lucky enough, catch a couple of hours of sleep before the time he'll need to pass these stacks to dozens of secretaries and make it their problem, not his.

The document he is rewriting right now is not the first of the kind - it's been two or so hours since his consciousness started to slowly but surely slip from his grasp. It is annoying on its own already, but the next thing that happens makes anger spark in his blood. There is something steadily knocking against his window. He knows for a fact there are no trees growing near the wall, besides he can hear no wind that could've hypothetically made a branch hit the glass rhythmically. A bird? Yeah, it could be, a little irritating thing, that doesn't know that the night is the night and you freaking sleep and not come bothering a busy Captain.

Huuuuh… Well, standing up, cracking some joints and walking to the window and back sounds like a small break. Who knows, maybe it'll even help the man gain his concentration back. Oh, the pitch black sky above, and the night could've been worse, if he had patrolling on his plate as well today.

The chair squeaks against the floorboards and Dainsleif winces - he really needs to ask for a carpet. The paper is placed upon the tall stack and the quill falls near the inkwell - he'll clean the blots later if there are any. Stretching, the blond yawns, cracking his neck and groaning in slight pain, grasping the nape and rubbing it. Tired eyes disappear behind heavy eyelids as he takes the first step in the direction he needs to reach. There are new knocks and it drives the knight mad. He snaps his eyes open and glares at, as he assumes, a bird…

…only to halt in his steps and blink in surprise. There is no bird sitting on the windowsill outside, but there is your figure in the frame. When you see that he has finally noticed you, a smile brightens your lovely face and a hand waves at him excitedly in greeting. Dainsleif rubs at his eyes. Is he hallucinating? He must be, he most definitely must be, his mind playing tricks on him, hinting that it's really time to go and hit the sack. While his office is indeed on the first floor, the window is way too high up from the ground - there is absolutely no way you can stand like this in front of it.

But then you call for his name and he moves quicker than his mind finally registers that yes, you are real. He is at the window in two steps, turning the handle and opening it wide, letting the night air in his stuffy office. The coolness and freshness washes over him and suddenly it becomes so much easier to breathe.

"I see you are as busy as I expected," your voice is even sweeter with the glass barrier out of the way, and Dainsleif almost loses himself in it. He'd lose himself in anything that feels like a glimpse of salvation right now.

"Y/n…" your name leaves dried lips hoarsely, and the man clears his throat to continue. "What are you doing here? No, how are you up here?"

The soft smile on your face suddenly becomes mischievous and you point at something beneath you. Not understanding a thing, your lover puts his hands on a windowsill and leans out of the window. There, keeping you seated on his shoulders, one of his knights is standing, the one Dainsleif knows all too well.

"Good evening, Captain! Or should I say night?" Halfdan is grinning, keeping his hands wrapped around your calves for security. Stunned, his superior redirects his gaze at you and you almost topple over with laughter at how flabbergasted he looks. He wants to ask something, but your lips are on his faster than any sound can leave them. Eyes slightly widen, but then just as fast the lids drop and the kiss is reciprocated. Your hands quickly and with clear impatience find their way in blond soft hair and his palms cup your face in a desperate attempt to pull you closer. He missed it, missed you to the aching of his heart, to the burning in his veins. Your touch feels intoxicating and he hasn't had a drop of liquor in weeks, drowning himself in training and work. Your skin is so warm under his cold hands, and you shiver when he runs thumbs over your cheekbones affectionately. You gasp as the fingertips accidentally brush the sides of your neck and Dainsleif seizes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, mind foggy and body hurting with nagging need…

The kiss is over way quicker than he'd love it to be and you both gasp and pant, still holding onto each other as if one of you is going to disappear. Some part deep inside the man's brain still thinks you are just a mirage, and you feel a small twinge of fear that he'll just close the window and return to his knightly duties.

You stare at each other in silence, unblinking and unmoving, chests rapidly rising and falling. Dainsleif wants to kiss you again, you want to feel his lips on you one and many more times, and just when you are ready to act upon your selfish desires, a polite cough breaks through the entrancing atmosphere.

"Hate to be third-wheeling, but I am still here," a voice from below interrupts the two of you. Heat rises to your cheeks and Dainsleif masks his own embarrassment with a groan. Slipping up in front of his subordinate like this…how unprofessional. It is Halfdan, no less, which means he'll never live his friendly teasing down.

"So…" the blond clears his throat and looks at the man and you in turn. "What's going on and why are the two of you…like this?"

"Don't ask me, Captain, I am merely offering a shoulder - or two - in whatever plan this crazy girl has…ouch!" You gently but tangibly poke his side with the tip of the shoe.

"You agreed to participate in whatever this crazy girl has in mind with no questions asked, aren't you crazy too?"

"Well," the knight chuckles, "it includes a friend of mine, surely his lovely fiancee would do him no harm."

"Fair," you huff, quickly losing all interest in this pointless banter and opting to peck the cheek of your lover, sweetly murmuring, "missed you so bad…"

Halfdan snickers when he hears his superior's shuddering exhale - whatever you told him has the usually collected man crumble because of your words.

"Hey, Halfdan, can you hoist her up?"

At that he hums, unwrapping his fingers from around your calves and putting flat palms under your feet.

"Well, if she manages to stand up and you hold her by the waist, there is a big chance she'll be sitting on your windowsill in a moment."

Dainsleif reaches for your middle section and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. With a powerful tug you are straightened up, held by your lover on one end and weight supported by Halfdan on the other, and with one more push you are lifted and securely seated where the blond wants you to with legs dangling outside.

"What an eventful night," the man dusts his hands off and rolls his shoulders a couple of times, "I deserve a raise for this, don't you think so, Captain?"

"I don't remember the protocols saying anything about honoring the knight for helping a woman sneak into their superior’s quarters," Dainsleif smirks, meanwhile helping you get inside the room, and Halfdan finally sees the man his friend is - for a moment he really thought his real self was destroyed by the monthly reports.

"Well, knight protocols maybe do not, but I am sure the woman in question has her conscience. You owe me one, remember it! But for now, have a great night love birds," saluting with a playful wink, Halfdan turns around and resumes the patrolling route Dainsleif suddenly remembers he assigned his friend to.

The window clicks closed and two lovers find their bodies in a tight embrace, almost knocking the chair nearby. Holding his breath, the blond expects the armor he put there earlier this evening to crash on the floor with disturbing loudness, but, thank whoever is listening, nothing falls.

Your lips find his again and all the worries disappear, leaving only one feeling coursing through his system - yearning. The remnants of drowsiness are gone, replaced with the sweet awareness of your proximity, chests pressed and mouths married, the union breathing life into his worn out body.

You two are kissing for what feels like eternity, as you are slowly stepping further and further into the room, until he slides back into his chair, with you descending onto his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and his hands gripping onto your hips. Soft sighs caress each other’s skin, when you draw your faces away, and share a gaze full of love and adoration, both coming back to your senses, too drunk by the intimate display of affection.

The lover of yours relaxes in the back of the chair, smiling contently and bringing one of your hands to press a kiss to your knuckles, not even once taking his eyes off of your beloved face.

“So… Can I have an explanation?”

Your fingers brush against his lips and reach to tuck a lock behind his ear, baring his jawline. Your lips are on his pale skin in a second, ghosting butterfly kisses all over the length of it.

“Mhm… You haven’t come home in a few days and I figured you were busy and, most likely, miserable. I was planning to visit you, even if it meant hours of convincing the guards to let me in - after all I am not yet an official member of your family, - but just when I was crossing the garden I spotted Halfdan and asked him if he’d assist me in getting to you. He agreed, your window was closer than the entrance, and everything else is history. But hey! - it saved me time and efforts to get inside the legal way.”

“‘The legal way’ ,” the man snorts, the hold on your waist tightening and nose burying in your hair. “You know I should actually arrest you for entering the palace without permission?”

“Then arrest me,” you suddenly say and draw your face back to look up at him. “Arrest me for the night and keep me in your office under your unwavering gaze - it’d be such a shame to go and wake the dungeon warden at such an awful hour, wouldn’t it?”

“You,” Dainsleif shakes his head in disbelief, emotions bubbling in his chest, threatening to burst out in a laughter. “Halfdan is right - you are crazy.”

“Crazy with love for you,” you declare, cupping his face with both of your palms and peppering kisses all over his lovely visage. “Crazy enough to be up with you until you finish work.”

“And then?” He quietly muses , and your lips stretch into a soft smile, that promises you’ll stay.

“I think your office's sofa is quite comfortable to fit two people.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif x fem!reader #dainsleif #genshin impact fluff

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starry-skies-116 · 2 months

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There’s several differences between my Jack and canon Miko that I feel like highlighting just so people don’t mistake them for ‘the same personality:’

They’re both reckless idiots, but while Miko puts herself and others in danger to get in on the action and try to prove herself, Jack does so because he feels personally responsible for the wellbeing of other people- especially those he cares about. It’s basically a situation of acting on an inferiority complex vs a hero complex.

Jack makes way more absurd and borderline idiotic decisions than Miko: jumping off of speeding motorcycles, licking spilled chemical samples off the floor to try and identify its properties without a scanner, trying to ingest laundry detergent to build immunity, digging through the trash for spare parts, throwing himself into danger multiple times just to try and do the jobs of the other Autobots- he puts himself in harm’s way a LOT.

You know that ‘exaggerated swagger of a black teen’ meme? Yeah- that’s season 1 Jack in a nutshell. Bro’s an unchecked theater kid on top of being a mad scientist- if Ratchet thought Miko was bad, this Jack would be enough to give him an aneurysm.

“Oh, you look like you’re having fun! What are you doing?” “eating laundry detergent” *panicking “NOW WHY IN THE NAME OF PRIMUS WOULD YOU EVEN-”

He’d definitely insult Miko’s hair, too. Like- he’d take one look at the pigtail and rat-tail combo coupled with the razor-cut scene bangs and instantly think: “That is the most ghetto sh█t I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” He’d be acting like he didn’t try to cut his hair with a cosplay sword on his own back when he was twelve.

Their definitions of punk are very different, too. Wild outfits, speed metal, loud music and American pop culture are primarily what Miko thinks of punk culture. Jack holds a philosophy similar to Hobie- that being punk is doing whatever you like to do and doing right by what you believe, even if it irritates other people. He takes the sentence ‘freedom is the right of all sentient beings’ and makes it a creed that he lives by.

He applies this trait to the other Autobots as well- he doesn’t ‘other’ them into separate categories and solely think of them as war machines. He recognizes their capabilities and their strength, sure- but he also recognizes how much pain they’ve been through, all the mistakes they’ve made, and still chooses to see them as people worthy of being loved. That’s one of the main reasons why the Autobots develop such strong emotional connections with him.

The death of Jack’s father absolutely destroyed him to the point where he doesn’t really value his life anymore. Like- at all. He’s so willing to throw away his own livelihood, compress himself into a box and try to cover every single one of his insecurities and shortcomings entirely on his own just so he can feel secure about the fact that people don’t have to worry about him anymore.

The worst part is- by the time Season 3 rolls around, Jack is so critical of his own flaws and mistakes that he genuinely believes that every bad thing that has ever happened to the Autobots is his fault and that it would be better if he never existed.

This one’s a no-brainer: Miko’s terrified of spiders- Jack thinks they’re cute.

If he was present during the ‘band practice’ scene, once Miko starts shredding on the guitar he’d start singing all of his favorite Celestial Odyssey OST’s to his little heart’s content. No doubt about it.

#ask answered #transformers #transformers au #transformers reboot au #tfp #transformers prime #jack darby #miko nakadai #tfp au

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nicolej4 · 4 months

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He landed on his feet on rotten, old wood after he jumped from the small harbor building that just collapsed in front of him. The debris and ropes falling into the deep water around him. He was lucky that there were a few old boats floating around the old dock, he thought.

He never would have imagined that the young boy would hold that much hatred inside his heart. No, that`s not actually true - he hoped with every fiber of his body that the boy would at least stop and listen to him.

Not that he could blame him after all...

"Listen to me!"

It wasnt a shout. The words werent giving any trace of anger of irritation. It was a plea. It didnt help Law that the rotten boats around him didn´t seem to hold for long until they started to sink into the ocean.

It also didn´t help that the colors of the deep blue water slowly turned into a toxic green. Whatever the liquid inside the glassy bottles were - it reeked of a mixture of metal and acid. He had no clue what it was, but when he saw countless of fishes and sea organisms started to float at the surface of the ocean, he could only guess just how deadly it was.

And it only raised his worry deep within his chest. He couldn´t imagine that the poisonous liquid wouldn´t affect his son whom stepped out of the debris, joggling with the various glasses with an invisible ability Law was all too familiar with.

Of course he wouldn´t listen. His brown eyes - a color which reminded him so much of the person he once loved - a person whom he tried his hardest to find after she was taken from him almost three years ago by that fearful cyborg.

He didn´t know if he could ever see her again.

He didn´t know if he would survive this.

The brown eyes darkened as he stepped closer, hopping from debris to one of the floating boats. His hands - knuckles tattooed like his own with the letters "Love" and "Life" (irony given the fact that his hatred-driven son actually tried to kill his own father) - grabbed another pair of glasses. Filled with a bright blueish liquid this time. He stopped on the edge of the boat, not caring in the slightest that the splinters of the rotten wood dug into the skin of his naked feet. His dark brown eyes simply stared to the man only 20 feet away from his spot. The man who dared to leave him and his mother behind in that place.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, his brows furrowed as he grabbed Kikoku, leaving the sword still sheathed. He narrowed his eyes at him when he noticed that the boy had stopped his actions. Hope started to rise in his heaving chest again. He started to feel the effects of the fog that formed on the surface of the greenish ocean.

"I don´t want to fight against you" he started slowly and cautiously, as if he was facing a wild beast baring its fangs at him.

His hope didn´t fade away when the boy still didn´t move a muscle, eyes staring at him intensely. Law swallowed.

"I don´t know what the world government had been telling you.... When I lost her..." he paused, noticing the boy´s mouth turning into a snarl. One wrong word and he knew that he was done for. He knew that he was the only one who could help finding the love of his life and the mother of this boy.

"I spend all the time to try and find her... In those three years, I couldn´t find a trace of where she could be" he stopped when he saw the boys brows narrow further while a faint glimmer could be seen from his left eye. This boy fought hard to not shed a tear. His heart felt the same - empty, angry, desperate, irritated, sad. Hopeless.

"I will save her" because he knew that she couldn´t be dead. She couldn´t be. The boy winced. "I will do all I can to find and save her" he finished.

The boy´s snarl grew bigger when he growled out for the first time of their meeting.

"Trafalgar Law... Do you think I am stupid?" his heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his throat when his son lowered his face, the shadow of his old furry spotted hat hiding his eyes. The hat he had given to Nami before they were attacked by the world government on that fateful night.

"Three years...." the boy continued. "I am not a fucking toddler anymore" he raised his head and bared his little fangs. He didn´t know what they did to Nami when the government had captured her, but he was sure that it also affected his son. His strong guess was that they had forced her to eat a Zoan fruit. Although the most disturbing fact was that his son could obviously use his own abilities - at least to some extent - and was able to withstand water without the slightest sign of weakness. He had heard about the rumors, although they tried to keep it top secret about what happened in the deepest floors of Impel Down. He just hoped that they wouldn´t succeed to create a new form of devil fruits that fast.

"It´s not like I am growing faster than any normal person" his son continued with a low growl, snapping him out of his thoughts. "In fact, she has waited for you for 18 years".

The world around him seemed to still. 18 years? The boy in front of him looked in fact like a boy in his late teenage years. How was that possible? Did Kuma send her into another time? Or into a place where time went by different? How could she wait this long? What left a deep hole inside his heart was the thought that she might indeed be dead by now.

His vision started to spin. The fog became thicker around them, though it clearly didn´t affect the boy. His time was running out. As a doctor he knew that his slowing heartrate was a sign that the poison of the fog wasn´t just making him dizzy or sleepy - it was killing him slowly. A painful reminder that the chances of getting to know his own son were dimishing.

The sight of his fathers shock did surprise him. They had told him about the dishonorable, cold-hearted, selfish, vicious and cruel Surgeon of Death. He wasn´t expecting to meet a man that actually showed signs of interest.... and was that affection? He shook his head, not letting uncertainty cloud his mind. His only goal was to get his revenge on the Surgeon of Death for having left behind the very person that filled his life with love in a dead, toxic environment where despair, hunger and close death accompanied their daily life.

A bright face of a 23 year old beautiful woman with long, curly orange hair and white teeth appeared in his vision. Her smile was geniue and infectious, infecting everything touching it with life. "I love you....."

His eyes opened wide and with a loud, horrific roar he jumped forward, summoning a small ball that sucked in the gases of the liquids leaving the glasses that still floated around his body in a safe distance.

Law´s eyes widened as his weakened body instinctively readied itself to defend.

"YOU WILL FEEL THE PAIN WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH EVERY DAY"

#one piece nami #trafalgar one piece #cat burglar nami #onepiece #trafalgar law #son #fight

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red1sg0n3 · 2 months

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Leaving soon, Pleading with you

Red's Sculk AU

Pink was standing in the doorway looking at her sister; eyes furrowed and glaring at the Elytram sitting at the desk.

Her arms were crossed. She wanted to yell louder than she’d ever yelled before so maybe, possibly, Red would just listen to her.

She breathes in, “So you’re going down there alone!? Are you insane?” Red signs her paper, putting her pen down and putting her hands to the base of her horns “Look, sweetheart—“ Pink’s soft wings spread apart in a useless show of intimidation, almost clipping against the wall if she hadn’t been completely self-aware “Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me! You want to go down into an unknown cave, generation!”

The irritation was present in the both of them, with how their wings twitched and Pink could hear the ‘tink tink tink’ of her sister's golden tipped hooves tapping against the dark oak floors.

Pink could see Red's lips twitch up before the Elytram forcefully neutralises their expression. Despite this, Pink could see the face she'd make clear in her mind. Sharp teeth bared in a vicious snarl, eyebrows furrowed into bunches that the brunette knew would eventually give her a headache.

The taller stood from the mahogany desk, an inkwell with one of Red's feathers in it trembled with the movement. "I've explained it to you one too many times now," her words were filled with venom as she spoke, each word spilling and poisoning the surrounding air, "I'm only going to be gone for around three weeks. Just enough to set up camp and explore the cave system that was suspected to have the suspicious material."

The moth could see the way her sister's wings shivered behind her, large and imposing dark masses fluctuating in the shaded room. 'Annoyance' She thinks to herself as she moves closer to the centre of the room, closing the door behind her. "So that makes it any better? You're still going alone! We don't know what's down there-" Red's wings flare slightly behind her; Pink's instincts telling her to back away, she stands her ground despite every nerve in her body yelling at her to run "Exactly, we don't know, which is why I'm not risking others getting hurt."

The mothling's fingers curl in agitation, her own lips pulling down into a deep frown. "One life opposed to a dozen, is this how we're playing this stupid game?" She knows, a fact embedded into her heart that not even the void could tear apart, that her sister would not hurt her in full conscious; yet as she stares at the raised feathers on her sisters wings and growing lines on her sisters face, every part of yells 'Danger!', as if the person in front of her would attack without second thought.

Gripping the edges of her desk with talons sharper than any sword forged, Red held her rage carefully. She breathes, in and out. Stepping out from behind her desk, hooves clicking on the floor, she walked closer to the bookshelf against the wall. The expression on her face was carefully empty, pink notes. The air thinned with the movement of the elder twin. She was ignoring Pink now, not unlike them.

"You aren't invincible, you can get hurt just like the rest of us!" Just as she, though, Red's movement stilled only for a moment before continuing the pursuit of whatever she was looking for. Pink pushes harder, "You could get seriously hurt, would it kill you to just put your work aside for a second!"

The book Red was holding slammed back into its spot, the holder spinning around to look at the younger, "Oh yes, the work that keeps this world in order! The work that has me researching every little thing that could bring danger to our existence, The work that I kept pushing off because of something I couldn't possibly fix!" she snarled, and the expression Pink was so used to seeing on her sister was laid bare on their face.

"Yes! The work that has you so exhausted at times that we have to drag you out of your coding room! I'm your operator, I'm supposed to be helping you!" Pink could feel her fingernails dig into the palms of her hands, she ignored the warmth pooling into her closed fists, "An Operator! Not an Admin, you are a mod, designated that position, so I wouldn't have to worry about you!"

"And what about you, who worries about you-" Suddenly, Red's fist slams against the side of the bookshelf, the tips of her talons catching on the soft leather of the books, wings raising upward above both pink and herself "Would you just fucking—"

Red's face falls at the look on her sisters, eyes wide and antenna pulled back flat on soft brunette hair. Blood-Red eyes blink, and soften, her other hand not pinned against the bookshelf coming up to soothe the anger present. She sighs, slowly walking over to her twin in order to stand next to her. Red tilts her head, looking at her sister, "Can I touch you?" A pause, then a nod.

The Elytram places her hand onto her sister's shoulder, the other coming up to force her sister to look at her "How about this," they breathe in "If I'm not back by the three weeks I told you I'd be gone, then you can head up to the hub and tell them there's been a code Frey."

Pink breathes in, matching her sisters own breath "Do you promise you'll be careful?" Her sister smiles "I promise." the mothling's nose scrunches up "Do you pinky promise?" Red stops herself from deadpanning "Yes, I pinky promise."

Before they could conjoin their pinkies, a knock on the office entrance rang through the room, the sisters looking towards the creaking door. "Is everything alright? I heard yelling."

Prompt's head peered through the door, eyebrow cocked at the sight of the two standing in the middle of the room. "Everything's alright, Green." The Elytram spoke for the both of them, ignoring the pointed look on her sister's face. "Uh-huh, alright." He looked the two up and down, an alarmed look settling on his face at the blood slightly dripping from his girlfriend's hands, "What happened?"

He rushed forward, grabbing Pink's hands and carefully opening her fists, "I… I guess I was clenching them a little too hard." Prompt's face contorts slightly, "A little? We need to get some healing potions." The moth blinks before looking back at her sister, "But-" The noirette shakes her head, "Go, we don't want them getting infected."

Prompt places his hand on Pink's back, the wing attached to his forearm laying across the rest of her, in order to slowly guide her out of the room. She barely had any time to turn around to look at her sister, who stood next to her desk, a small smile places upon her face.

The moment the two turned the corner, Red's facade dropped. The Elytram turned, going back around her desk to sit in the soft chair.

She continued her work, just as she always had.

ADDENDUM: Erm, oopsie daisies teehee

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#red's sculk au #minecraft #minecraft sculk #sculk #oopsies #honneeeeyyyyyyyyy #I fucked uppp

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kayleightarot · 6 months

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Sunday, December 17, 2023 Good morning, Lovelies! Today is about Honesty, Mental Discipline, & an Open Mind Tarot of the Day: Page of Swords

#KayleighTarot #GoDoBe #PeaceOut #Tarot #TarotReader #TorontoTarot #Mystic

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betweenbreaths · 1 year

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like it rough (zoro x reader)

Summary: For your 51st duel victory against Zoro, you had the perfect punishment planned for your rival.

Rating: explicit (smut) - you have been warned.

AO3 link is in the replies to this post! Hope you enjoy. :)

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Zoro.

The name alone was enough to get your teeth grinding, nerves alight with fire. Irritation would flare on your skin, and your lips would immediately shift downwards into a scowl.

It wasn’t news to anyone on this ship that you and Zoro got along about as well as a cat and mouse did. You had a strong rivalry with him from the moment you first met, being a talented swordswoman whose strength even he acknowledged. He had even picked a fight with you first, and that hadn’t changed ever since you became a part of the crew. Duels were a frequent occurrence, and the two of you were often so closely tied that the crew eventually started placing bets on each duel and keeping count of the number of wins and losses you both had.

As of this morning, it was 50 wins for him, and 51 wins for you.

The tip of your sword was at his Adam’s apple as you stared down at him in triumph, a smug smirk playing on your lips. Zoro’s fierce scowl was his only weapon left, seeing as his three swords had been flung to the other end of the ship.

“Looks like it’s my win today,” you grinned, and you waited for him to look away with a displeased click of his tongue, before you lowered your sword and sheathed it by your side. “I’ll let you know what your punishment is later.”

Yes, the wins came with a prize, which was how the both of you had managed to make life straight up hell for each other on the ship. He had once made you do a thousand push-ups in a day, while on another occasion you had kicked him off the ship to swim and keep up with the Sunny-Go until sunrise.

But, the physical punishments eventually took a turn for something else altogether, when you first made him kiss you as a joke. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, because you believed that not even his firm resolve to honour his word would convince him to do it. While it wasn’t something you had exactly wanted either, the thought of pissing him off that much had won over your urge to throw up in his face.

Except, when he did kiss you (because he was a man of his word through and through), you didn’t feel bad enough to vomit. In fact, it was far from it. His lips, rough and harsh against yours, actually felt… good. You had found yourself losing to his kiss, it being very much like a fight on its own as he had pressed you up against the wall, caging yourself between the wooden planks and his hard body. He had gripped your neck in his big, calloused hand, and you found yourself unable to breathe. But the moment you gasped for air, he had snatched the chance to push his tongue in, sliding against yours and kissing you until you nearly saw stars behind your eyelids.

When he finally pulled away (and thank goodness he did or you might have passed out from suffocation) with a string of saliva connecting your lips, your knees had instantly buckled and you had crumbled to the floor, much to his obvious satisfaction. He had smirked at you as he wiped his lips dry with the back of his hand, remarking about how you should have told him earlier if you had wanted to kiss him all along.

That… That was the smirk that started it all. Not about to take that insult lying down, the next few duels grew more intense, and so did the punishments. They became increasingly daring, bold, and brazen, and before you knew it, the both of you had essentially become what you could only describe as friends with benefits… or rather, enemies with benefits.

Today, you had won, and you knew exactly what sort of punishment awaited the man.

With a sultry smile, you squatted down and leaned in so your lips were right next to his ear. “Meet me in my room later once everyone is gone,” you whispered in his ear, deliberately tracing the shell of his ear with the tip of your tongue. The action was hidden behind the curtain of your hair, so the rest of your crewmates wouldn’t see.

Zoro said nothing, but you felt him tense up at your fleeting touch.

Nothing more was said, and you pulled away, flashing a bright smile to your crewmates who were cheering for your latest win.

While you went to grab a drink with them, from the corner of your eye you noticed the swordsman slink off quietly, no doubt, to pout in a corner, and probably to ponder about what awaited him that night.

A smile played on your lips as you took a large gulp of beer. Zoro was going to absolutely hate whatever was coming for him.

***

By the time the ship reached the next island, it was already evening. The rest of the crew were quick to hop off to explore the new island, find supplies and to do some shopping. In the meantime, you and Zoro stayed behind to “guard the ship”. Your crewmates had looked at you warily when the both of you suggested that, and Nami had only left after warning the both of you not to fight while they were gone and end up destroying the ship in the process.

She was asking for the impossible, really, but if anyone or anything was getting destroyed tonight, it would be a certain annoying mosshead.

Once everyone was gone, you slipped into your bedroom where you began to get ready. And by getting ready, you meant setting up quite the show for him.

Your clothes were dishevelled, you were lying on your bed with your legs spread wide apart, fingers rubbing against your wet slit. Honestly, you would be lying if you said you weren’t feeling a little desperate today, given that your last duel with Zoro had been a good week ago. That particular punishment had involved a lot of rough sex against the wall, where he had you pinned while he hammered his cock ruthlessly into you.

Just the memory of it had you digging your teeth into your bottom lip, and a long sigh left you when your digit prodded against your sensitive clit. You missed it: his rough hands roaming all over your body, his teeth leaving stinging marks on your skin, and the sound of his deep groans and breaths in your ears. He made an exceptional sex partner, and time seemed to stretch too long now as you waited for him, eagerly anticipating how he would look when he saw you like this, needy and desperate for him.

Another soft moan left you as you hit a particularly good spot, all while imagining the face he would make when he walked in on you, booking like this. No doubt he would be in shock, and probably pissed that you had gone ahead to start without him, as if he wasn’t enough to get you hot and bothered. And most importantly, you knew he would be turned the fuck on by the sight of you exposed and ready for him to pound you, to take you completely and brand you as his own.

Only, things weren’t about to go down as he thought it would.

You missed the sound of the door clicking open as your moans drowned it out and with your eyes closed. It was only when you heard a tap on the floor that your eyes flew open and your head snapped towards the doorway, where Zoro stood, staring at you with slightly parted lips and a raised brow.

Obviously, he hadn’t quite expected this.

But in true Zoro fashion, his momentary shock was quick to morph into something more pleased, approving, as his lips shifted up into his trademark smirk, one that he knew made him look like an ass.

“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?” He reached his hand out, about to stroke your calf, only for his hand to be swiftly kicked away.

“Paws off,” you told him, much to his displeasure. A wicked grin spread on your face as you used your toes to point to the chair that you had placed, facing the bed. “Now take a seat there.”

Zoro stared at you warily, obviously sensing something was off here. After a moment’s hesitation, he sat down obediently.

“What, I’m supposed to sit here and watch?”

For once, there was a working brain in that musclehead of his. “Yes, you’re going to stay there and watch. And you’re going to keep that big mouth of yours shut unless I tell you otherwise.”

That earned you a glare from the man who didn’t fancy taking orders from anyone other than his captain.

“Do you understand?” These were your rules, and like it or not, he was being punished right now, so the swordsman could only swallow his pride and nod. Very. Reluctantly.

He then proceeded to fold his arms and watch you quietly, just as you had instructed.

Good.

You began moving your fingers through your folds again, and spread your legs wider so Zoro could get a full show. He stared intently, his gaze piercing your body as he watched your juices glisten on your skin, listened to the sound of your fingers thrusting in and out of your hole, and to the dirty moans leaving your mouth.

As strange as it was, you were oddly turned on by the fact that he was watching you. His expression was stoic as always, but you could see the fire in his eyes as he spectated, his pupils darkening dangerously the moment you mewled his name in a sultry voice. His jaw was tense, and you could see his arm muscles tightening as his self-control eroded away as time went on. You could only wish those thick arms were wrapped around you instead, holding you tightly while he rammed into you and did whatever he wanted.

Your eyes lowered, and you noticed that there was now a noticeable bulge growing in his pants. Still, the swordsman made no effort to undo his pants, keeping true to his word to not move from his position.

He was so obedient today… maybe it was time you gave him a little treat.

You pulled out your fingers, and pushed yourself up on your elbows before getting on all fours on the bed. Zoro’s gaze was still fixated on you, and for some reason that gave you a surge of confidence as you slowly crawled towards him, until you were close enough to touch his lips with your fingers that were just inside you moments ago.

“Suck.”

The corners of his lips tugged up into an amused smile before they parted. You pushed your fingers into his mouth, feeling your centre throb with want when you felt his tongue wrap around your fingers, licking them and sucking just like you wanted. All the while, he kept his eyes squarely on you, perhaps in defiance.

In response, your other hand reached forward and swept over his bulge. His demeanor cracked then, and a low grown ripped from his throat, hips flinching upwards at your touch. You smiled sweetly at him, continuing to palm him over his pants, while he tried to suppress his groans. “You got so hard just watching me,” you murmured, lifting yourself and moving to sit in his lap. “I didn’t know you liked me that much.”

Your words seemed to hit a nerve, because suddenly you felt his teeth, and before you could react, he bit down. Hard.

“Ow!” You yelped, pulling back and holding your hand to your chest while he chuckled, licking his lips and looking quite pleased with himself. Ass.

“I didn’t know you liked me watching you that much.”

Great, he was back to his usual brazen, cocky self. With a glare, you climbed onto his lap, making yourself comfortable and rolling your hips once. The sweet friction between his hard bulge and your wet pussy had you sighing in much needed relief. Zoro’s chest rumbled against your palms, a deep groan rippling through him as you moved. His hands were now on your waist, moving down to grip your ass tightly and help you ride against his own moving hips. He was leaning back in his chair now, grunting with each press of your centre against him, and it didn’t take long before you decided that you needed something more.

With one hand you reached down, tugging the sash around his waist loose and pulling the waistband of his pants down as far as it could go. You then pulled his cock free, the hard member stiff and wet in your palm.

“Fuck… Yeah, like that…” He was cussing under his breath as you moved your hand up and down his cock, stroking it with just the right amount of force that he liked, but you weren’t about to get him off. You might have considered if he had played nice, but he had another thing coming if he thought you would be so quick to forgive him after biting your fingers like that.

You stopped moving then, and got off his lap before retreating back to the bed. Zoro looked like he wanted to follow, but the moment he leaned forward, he realised something was amiss.

He glanced behind him, where he realised his hands had been securely cuffed to the chair. He had been too caught up in your amazing handjob to notice earlier. Obviously, if he really wanted to he could easily break free of those bounds, but he knew better than to do that; after all, it was your win. Your night.

“Seriously?”

“You look so much better when you’re bound. I think I could get used to this,” you grinned at him. He looked like he wanted to protest, but was interrupted by a loud moan of his name when you plunged your fingers deep inside you once again. With your free hand you started rubbing at your clit in circular motions, this time determined to finish where you had left off.

Zoro could only watch helplessly as you touched yourself, building up to your orgasm without him. You knew yourself best, and your fingers were hitting all the right spots just where you liked it. Sure, it was no Zoro, but you had been pent up enough that your fingers were all you really needed right now. That, and the added satisfaction of knowing that Zoro could only watch you and couldn’t do anything about his own raging boner. Pissing him off was the cherry on top and you found yourself soon falling over the edge as your fingers began bringing you to the high that you so craved and wanted.

Your hips began to move, and your ass lifted off the bed, showing yourself off completely to the swordsman sitting in front of you, while your fingers began moving faster and faster. He might be right; you did like him watching you, more than you thought you would. Maybe it was because of how sexy he looked right now, his eyes lowered dangerously and his jaw locked so tightly, like a beast who was being provoked and who might pounce on you at any minute if it weren’t at your mercy.

That was right; he was at your mercy. Zoro, the man who wouldn’t back down to any enemy, no matter how strong they were, sitting there and listening to your every moan without being able to do anything about it. Just the thought of that alone made you feel like a queen, like you were on top of the world.

“Haa… Zoro… I-I’m.. Ah! I’m coming, hngh!” Without realising it, you were becoming more vocal, basking in the complete attention that he had devoted to you, and that attention only fuelled your thirst and drive as you felt the tension low in your abdomen begin to tighten, until you could no longer hold back.

With a wail of his name you hit your climax, eyes squeezing shut, body tensing and back arching off your bed as you continued to pump your fingers in and out of yourself, riding out the wave of the orgasm that surged through every inch of your body.

When you opened your eyes again, Zoro’s cock was standing tall, beads of pre-cum weeping from its tip. His face was flushed a bright red and his breathing was irregular as you got up and approached him with a deliberate slowness; like a predator stalking its prey.

That orgasm was not nearly enough.

“You look like you enjoyed that show,” you said, climbing back into his lap once more and smearing your cum on his cheeks. His darkened pupils followed your movement, and he was almost too eager to capture your lips in his when you leaned in for a kiss.

You could feel a growl rip through his throat as his tongue attacked you, as if he wasn’t tied up and helpless right then. He kissed you hard, rough, not giving you a chance to breathe at all. He hadn’t given up this battle at all, and made it clear that he wasn’t about to lose to you, punishment be damned. His tongue was hot against yours, and just when you finally broke away for air he caught your lip between his teeth, giving it a nip before he let go, his breath fanning out on your face.

“You look like you weren’t completely satisfied after that,” he countered in a husky voice that had heat pooling in your centre once more. “I can do a better job than your fingers. I know you like it rough.”

His dirty words had shivers running down your spine, and for a moment you were tempted to release his binds and let him do whatever he wanted. Because Zoro was right; you did like it rough, and you liked it when he took the lead. He was an animal in bed, and would completely and utterly ravage you until you were satisfied and more.

But no, that wasn’t for tonight. Tonight, he was going to be your sex toy, instead of the other way around.

“Yeah, I think I prefer your cock too,” you agreed in a raspy voice, taking his member in your hand and positioning it under your slit. You rubbed against it experimentally a few times, which had you both hissing and groaning at the sweet, sweet pleasure it brought.

It was almost too easy to slide it inside you, and you didn’t pause or hesitate when you slammed it all the way in. Zoro’s head fell back, his teeth grinding together as a harsh breath left him. You, on the other hand, almost came right then and there again. The sheer size of him alone was enough to fill you up completely, and you could feel his cock throbbing against your tight walls.

It didn’t take long for his hips to start moving and thrusting upwards into you.

“Zoro! A-Ah! I thought I said… d-don’t move— Ha-ah!”

He wasn’t listening anymore—not that he ever did. His primal urges had taken over and now you were his for the taking. Not even his bound hands could stop him. Zoro was pounding into you mercilessly, and you had to cling to his shoulders to steady yourself. Your nails dug into his skin, and a particularly good thrust at a sweet spot deep inside you had you throwing your head back, baring your neck to him.

Zoro didn’t miss his chance. He swooped in, lips and teeth latching onto the skin of your neck and leaving stinging marks as he sucked and nipped, eliciting sweet noises from you that were music to his ears. You should probably have made him stop; the marks would be visible for all to see come morning, and then the crew would finally realise what the two of you had been up to all this time. Well, maybe some of the denser crewmates wouldn’t get it (like your captain) but the rest would certainly be able to put two and two together.

You couldn’t find the will to push him away though, not when he was doing magic to your body. Hitting you in all the right spots, his mouth rough on your skin just the way you liked it — if only his hands were free. You knew he would be putting those to good use. Very good use.

“Why don’t you uncuff me?” he asked then, as if reading your mind. You were leaning over his chair now, fingers holding on to the backrest for dear life as he continued to ram you, as if his stamina was limitless. You wondered how long he had been doing this for now, and how long more he could keep this up.

From that devilish, crooked grin adorning his face, you knew it wouldn’t be anytime soon.

“Then how would it be a punishment for you?” you shot back breathlessly, as you bounced on his lap, meeting his hips with yours, basking in the sound of wet skin, sex and moans that had filled the room.

“At the rate we’re going, it’s going to be more like punishment for you.”

He made a point, and a pretty damn good one too. But you knew what awaited you the moment you freed him: he would pounce, and then you would be at his mercy for the rest of the night, until he was thoroughly satiated.

The thought alone made you shiver, especially when you met his piercing gaze. You knew what the other wanted; perhaps that came with being each other’s strongest rivals. Zoro understood you in a way no one else could, as you did him.

Perhaps that was what started it all in the first place. The reason why you even brought up kissing as a joke. The reason why he asked for a blowjob next. The reason why you rode his face after that… The list went on, and here you were now, in his lap, him asking to be freed so he could do whatever he wanted to you. Whatever he knew you would like.

Zoro wanted to please you. And he wanted to do it all with you, the only person who could ever make him feel this good.

That was enough for you to reach into your pocket for the key. But of course, the man never needed one. All he needed was to see the key in your hand, for him to know that he had gotten the green light.

The sound of chains and wood breaking filled your eardrums then. Out of shock, your eyes screwed shut, and in the next moment, you felt a pair of hands on your waist.

You looked up, just in time to see Zoro flash a dangerous grin your way, before you were being flung against the bed, body landing squarely in the middle. The landing was hard enough to knock the wind out of you, but you weren’t given any time to catch your breath. The next thing you knew, his hands were in your hair, pulling harshly and tipping your face up so he could crash his lips to yours, in a kiss that didn’t hide his intention to claim you.

The kiss was overpowering; and you found yourself quickly succumbing to his strength. His tongue was hot, heavy, sliding and teasing your own. All the while, his body weight had you pinned tightly to the bed, effectively trapping you. You were unable to move anything other than your hands, which were clawing at his shirt which you desperately wanted off.

Zoro caught on quickly enough, releasing your lips for just a second so he could pull his shirt over his head and toss it carelessly to the floor. His pants were off swiftly too, and thank goodness for that brief respite or you may have died from asphyxiation. This man would be the death of you. Literally.

“I hope you’re ready,” he said in a tone that meant he could care less if you were on the brink of death. “You had this coming.”

Before you could get a single sound of protest out, you were being flipped over, lying on your stomach. His hand held your wrists over your head, while the other pulled your ass up into the air. The way his fingers dug into your wet folds was deliberate, you knew because Zoro was an asshole like that. You could only whine into the sheets, unable to see what he was doing or when he would finally start giving it to you.

Fortunately, you didn’t have to wait long, not after you had worn his patience down to practically nothing. Without any warning, he shoved his thick member into you, the force of his thrust causing you to nearly lose your grip on the mattress and go flying forward. The only reason you stayed in place was his hand on your wrists, locking you in the position he loved having you in. It was easy to pound into you from here, and you knew that he loved how deep he could go, burying himself inside you completely and making you scream his name in pure ecstasy.

And scream you did, wailing his name with each hard thrust of his cock into you. He was drilling into you like a machine, and before long the waves of pleasure surging through your body had your mind going blank. You had lost the ability to form any coherent thought, and the only thing registering in your mind was the pleasure that was filling you up from the inside out.

“I knew you liked it rough,” he said, before you heard a loud slap ring across the room, and felt a sharp sting on your ass. Your jaw fell slack with a sharp gasp, before it turned into a loud, shameless moan. The pain only made you clench tighter around him and Zoro smacked you again, this time on the other butt cheek. Your moan was louder this time, and you heard him grunt in what sounded like satisfaction.

“You like that?” Zoro asked, before landing another hard smack on your ass. This time, he received a filthy, high-pitched moan. “But I know there’s something else that you like.”

The weight on your wrists disappeared, and in the next second you were flipped back on your back, and you could see him, chest heaving, perspiration rolling down the sides of his face, and a lopsided grin on his lips. His hands found their way to your knees, spreading your legs as far as they could go.

In the next instant, he was jackhammering into your centre, each thrust deadly and threatening to bring you over the edge at any given second.

“Zoro! Yes, yes, please! Harder!”

Your screams were promptly cut off by his hand wrapping around the column of your throat. You could feel the calluses on his palm against your neck where he had marked you, and he squeezed, forcing your mouth to fall open to gasp for air. Your toes began to curl, your head falling back as you lost yourself to the pleasure that he was giving you.

His thrusts were getting faster, hips snapping forward to meet you and before long, you could feel the familiar tightness in your stomach, threatening to explode at any second. You looked at him, and realised he had been watching you too, and he licked his dry lips as his expression began to morphe, pleasure causing his features to scrunch up into a frown.

He was getting close too, it seemed.

“Kiss me,” you whispered, not exactly expecting him to listen.

But surprisingly, the swordsman complied, leaning down to kiss you. As he did so, he took your breast in his hand and rolled your pert nipple between his fingers. His weight was pushing you further into the bed. It was a messy, wet kiss, both desperate for release that you could only find in each other.

“Cum for me,” he commanded in a husky, breathless voice right by your ear, and you didn’t even think about defying him. Your body was now his, and if he wanted you to cum, you would cum for him.

He rolled his hips once, twice, thrice, and with a final snap that had him burying himself in the deepest spot inside you, you fell apart with a keening moan. Your back arched high off the bed, fingers finding purchase in his hair and pulling hard as his body continued to rock against yours, his member pumping in and out of you to milk out every last drop of your orgasm. It was then that Zoro came too, a low grunt tearing from deep within his chest as his body stilled and his warm seed exploded inside of you.

It took a while for the both of you to come down from your high, and when you did, he finally rolled off you and you were able to breathe freely again.

You enjoyed the few minutes of peace that came afterwards; the both of you pausing to catch your breaths, and without trading insults for once.

Glancing over at the man laying next to you, you watched as his chest heaved with irregular breaths. He was staring up at the ceiling, looking like his mind was drawing a blank.

Watching him now, you found him slightly more tolerable. In fact, Zoro was generally much easier to tolerate when he was quiet. You might even dare say he was hands—

“Why are you smiling to yourself like that? Falling for me already?”

In an instant your lips curved downwards into a scowl, and you give him a hard elbow to the side, one that brought about a string of curses, a heated argument about anything and everything under the sun, and promises to kick each other’s ass at the next duel.

In the end, some things just wouldn’t change. And you were fine with that.

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