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JUNO, YOU KNOW! k. nanami
â sum. last thing nanami would expect was to get struck by a âfatalâ love curse during the very end of no nut november. you tease him even more by saying one of you is cuteâŠ.but two though?
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warnings. fem! reader, husband! nanami, unprotected, sÄx pollen, mentions of pregnancy, fluffy smut <3, handcuffs, brÄeding, cunnÄ«lingus, him finishing too quick, cowgirl, praise, soft dom! nanami, cÄrvix mentions, size kink, he's soooo whipped n in love w youuu, (bless his dad's genetics), boob obsessed nanami, aftercare, petnames.
an. my entry for @luv-lies's yummy nnn collab! â€ïž
november 29th, 2024. 6:09 P.M.
december was right around the corner - but oh, was nanami kento fuckinâ screwed.
ânanamin!â satoruâhis colleague hollered, speedily rushing over to him. theyâd just defeated an unarmed A-cursed spirit unlike any theyâd ever seen before. it was quite strong, but it was nothing the pair couldnât handle. satoru glances down, extending out his hand. nanami grunts, swiping a hand over his sweat-glossed forehead before sighing. heâs a bit roughed up but takes satoruâs cold palm with an irked grumble. âyou alright? that was quite the hard hit.â
â âm fine, gojo,â he grouses, readjusting his glasses. with a swift hand, he fixes his crooked tie. âjust hah- underestimated the opponent. donât fret.â
he wasnât âjust fineâ though. nanami felt his entire body starting to arise with scorching temperature within a matter of seconds. heâs boiling hot- and it felt like his heart was pounding straight out of his chest. perplexed, satoru furrows a snowy brow at his comrade once he notices his awkward body language.
âwhat do you need? tell me- maybe we can-â
nanami was clenching his chest with one hand, panting heavily before letting off a raspy huff.
âi need . . my wife.â
the car ride home was silent.
satoru offered to take him home, wondering just what really happened. nanami was as stubborn as a mule though, so he didnât question it further. heâd rather not get scolded. his head rests against the tented window as he stares outside.
driving through the rutted bumpy roads of tokyo, nanamiâs droopy eyes occasionally drifted away from the bright street lights that merely blinded his naked eye from gazing a bit too long.
as usual, the city was packed, dozens of cars zooming by with the flashy beaming store signs. in the background, some random song was playing. it was popâand of course, satoru was loudly humming along to the catchy poppy melody.
the lyrics were quite . . vulgar though, but nanami still remained quiet, focusing his eyes on the streets.
skrrrrrrrt!
satoruâs breaks eventually come to a stop. it was about maybe a good ten-minute drive and he arrived at you and nanamiâs cozy minka. the light was on so he assumed you were probably still up. placing the rusty shift in the park, the white-haired sorcerer turns to nanami with a cheeky grin.
âtake it easy, alright? âm sure the curse will wear off at some point,â and nanami scoffs once his palm pats his shoulder. reaching for his seatbelt, the blond click it off before unlocking the door. âoh! and tell your wifey i said hi!â
âsure thing, gojo.â nanami stops himself from rolling his eyes, reaching near the backseat to retrieve his dusty suitcase. with a loud vroooom, satoruâs aqua-blue convertible takes off and nanami starts to make his way toward the door.
glancing down, he fishes for his keys in his pocket, grumbling under his breath.
god- he feels so damn hot. even hotter than when the attack occurred..
was this supposed to be normal?
all he knew was that he wanted, no- he needed you.
something in his body . . whatever it was, was direly aching for you.
the entire car ride, nanamiâs mind was entirely flooded with thoughts of you, you, and only you.
whenever he had missions, heâd always think about you, sure. but this time- this time was far, far different.
he felt like he was gonna melt right away if he didnât touch you, if he didnât smell you-
âkenâŠto?â you murmur with a quirked brow, standing behind the tall sliding door. nanami stiffly stood at the doorway, keys still idly in hand with the most dumbfounded look.
oh- he was so kept in his thoughts that he didnât even realize you had already slid the door open.
you looked so pretty though. nanami could feel his face softening once his eyes locked onto you.
it was pretty dark at night but like always, he could make out your gorgeous physique as clear as day. you were actually wearing one of his business shirts with what he hoped were panties underneath once he took a glance between your bare thighs.
his fawn eyes continue to trace down every exposing inch of your skin, and he snaps back into reality once he feels your palm cup his cheek.
âhi, baby. how was the mission?â you hum.
ânot hah- that good,â he pants, and you furrow your brows once he steps inside, sliding the door closed and tossing his suitcase to the floor. it lands with a banging thud, and nanami pulls you into a hug.
a coy smile goes against your lips, wondering why heâs being more clingy than usual, but nanami rests his face right on top of your chest. letting off a smoky sigh, he roughly grumbles, gently rubbing a thumb against your hips. âmmf- i missed you, sweetheart.â
with a soft expression, you comb a few tangled fingers through his blond tresses. âi missed you more.â
âno- i really missed you,â he protests, and you can see a bit of a pout forming against his lips. nanamiâs drowsy eyes trail down at the bit of skin that shows through his shirt. it was a bit loosely oversized, and you smelled just like him. his cologne was good on you. so good.
uh oh- he was starting to feel even more hot.
just resting against your chest had him hearing the repetitively unsteady beats of his heart through each of his sensitive pointed ears. âat the mission today . . i got struck by a curse.â
with a worrying look, your face shifts into a look of concern. âa- are you okay? what happened?â
â âm fine,â he lets out a muffled huff of reassurance. nanami breathes against your skin, sweetly planting kisses against the cotton fabric that shields the entirety of your chest. âi feel really hot though.. everywhere- not just my head,â he speaks once the back of your hand lands on his forehead, checking for a temperature.
indeed, he felt hot.
sepia-colored irises flicker up toward you before he shivers. âwhen you . . touch me, honey- it makes me feel weak. hah- like i feel-â
âaroused?â you finish his sentence, your concerned look slowly disappearing.
oh.
thankfully, it wasnât anything serious . . or was it?
nanami stares at you with a cute head nod being his answer as you press a kiss on his warm forehead. âso was it some type of love curse?â
nanamiâs breath becomes deeper as he takes a minute to formulate words in his overstimulated brain. âm- maybe. all i know is that i just- i want youâŠi need you,â and he sighs deeply, eyes lowering. âyou look beautiful tonight by the way.â
âitâs still november, baby,â you tease, knowing exactly where he was going with his gruff words. nanami had a feral hungry look in his eyes, and it looked like no other expression of his youâve seen before.
he lets off a frustrated groan at your words, remembering the little âchallengeâ you both agreed on once halloween ended.
ah- âno nut novemberâ.
where men have to apparently abstain from masturbation and cummingâaccording to you, specially for the entire month of november.
not that nanami necessarily minded, he had a pretty good tolerance, actually.
but today, of all days?
he felt like he was about to break. being so close to your proximity had nanamiâs head spinning.
his face - itâs overly flushed. a pretty tint of pink starts to slowly paint his face as he pouts at you.
you donât think youâve ever seen your husband like thisâlet alone pout. âwe made a deal, remember?â you continue, caressing a thumb across his cheek. his chin was still resting on your chest and you could see the frown marinating against his features. âdecember first.â
âbut-â he grunts, watching the smug grin spread across your glossed lips. nanami gets sheepish, tilting his head down. âsweetheart- i know that, but youâre beinâ pretty cruel right now, no?â and you glance down, feeling his lips collide against the skin that briefly exposes your tummy. âdo you always wear my work shirts when iâm not home?â
âyeaaah,â you admit, letting off a tiny snicker. nanami feels your shoulders slacken once you release a single breath, and you stare straight into his eyes.
his eyes however, never left yours, not for a millisecond. as the gaze continued, you could see the beads of sweat starting to race down each side of his forehead.
oh-
maybe the curse was serious. getting an idea you decide to amp up your teasing just a bit. âdo you wanna know what i was doing earlier while wearing your dress shirt?â
nanami places chaste kisses between the valley of your breasts. âuh huh. tell me, wifey.â
âi . . mightâve been playinâ with myself,â you sweetly speak, and he could hear the tease lacing underneath your sentence.
the more you spoke about what you were doing, nanami was starting to feel even hotter-
and the pure image of you touching yourself with his button-front shirt on, engulfed in nothing but his musky cologne made him groan. it was clear you werenât wearing panties. he couldnât help but peek, and sure enoughâyou were going commando.
nanami keeps his lovingly longing gaze and slowly, he raises his head from between your chest, raising a brow as if silently saying, âcontinue.â
with a cheeky smile, you wrap your arms around his torso. âi couldnât make myself finish though. my fingers arenât as long as yours. so, i ended up falling asleep and i had a dream. about . . us.â
âi see,â nanami huskily utters, sinking his head into your left shoulder. you just smelled so so sweet â sweeter ever, and you could see nanami trying to restrain himself. clearing his throat, nanami invades an entire side of your neck with wet, loving kisses. âwhat was the dream, princess?â
now it was your turn for your heart to start racing.
it was quick, beating at such high beats per minute. with an impish expression, you cup his chin and make him face you.
tenderly rubbing a thumb over his lips, you finish what your cute, lewd admission. âiâŠuh- dreamt about you retiring as a sorcerer. or you have a safer job that makes you less stressed. we finally . . settled down, and we um . . ended up having kids.â
âkids, huh,â he whispers, dragging a hand through his blond strands. you could feel his feverish heat radiate against your skin and you were surrounded by his balmy warmth.
he wasnât exaggeratingânanami was truly, truly burning up. the buds on his tongue sizzle each time he takes a fateful second to swallow, salivating the more his eyes focus on you. nanami ponders for a moment silently, and before you know it, heâs picking you up.
you let off a cute surprised gasp, hurling your arms around his neck before watching him sigh. âah- donât get shy, my sweet. keep going.â
nanami continues to walk with you in his arms, going up the creaking, wooden stairs and you run a few fingers down your exposed nape.
âwe . . had about maybe two or three. you even started growing facial hair too,â and nanamiâs grip on your hips softens. he raises a blond brow before trodding inside the quiet bedroom. âyouâd make a good dad though, ken,â you purr, running a finger down his amber-dotted tie. âcould you imagine though? one of me is cute, but two though?â
âhoney-â he cuts off, lying you flat back against the mattress.
with a split-second glimpse underneath the oversized formal shirt you woreâindeed, you werenât wearing any panties. he had to check just one more time.
nanami starts to pant heavily, watching as you playfully lift your leg, throwing it over his shoulder. âis that- is that what you want? to settle down?â
âonly if . . you want to.â you murmur in a soft tone, deeply getting lost in his golden-hour gaze.
nanamiâs eyes were bright, shining with nothing but love and adoration for you - always.
if you squinted just enough, you could see his pupils forming into cute-shaped hearts.
grabbing his hand, you place it on your tummy, sliding it underneath the buttoned shirt.
âi want⊠you,â he huffs, his voice turning from tender to raspy within seconds. nanami leans in and presses his lips against yours. his dimples happily curve forward once you immediately return the gesture, cupping his face with both hands.
right away, nanami moans against your lips as his hot tongue blissfully shoves itself inside your mouth. minty peppermint â itâs exactly what he tasted like, and his cool breath running against your tongue only made him taste sweeter.
nanami couldnât help but roll his hips against you with his sweaty forehead softly pressed on top of yours.
each popping smack of hungry lips got louder, and he heard the faint clanks of his belt shuffling. you slid a hand down, reaching for the middle part of his pants. youâve shared many kisses with nanami, but this one seemed different..
a current of chills ran down your spine as he deepened the passionate kiss as the callused tips of nanamiâs fingers unbuttoned his shirt.
speaking of his shirt thoughâhe just couldnât get over how much his shirt was just prettily glued against your skin.
âgod- this monthâs been torture, sweetheart,â heâd breathe between nearly suffocating kisses.
nanamiâs lungs were full, and heâd sometimes even forget to breathe. such full lungs of his were heaving in and out continuously, desperate for any sort of puffs.
they had to find air, they just had to..
but nanami didnât care about breathing, not when he had his lips ardently locked against yours.
âcouldnât- stop- thinkinâ- âbout- you-â he grunted in a hoarse tone, sweetly sucking against your lolled tongue. its mushy warmth invites him to continue, and you briefly open your lashes to stare straight into a very needy nanamiâs eyes. âhah- you were all i thought about at work today.â
âmhm, breathe, kento,â you whisper, feeling your lips swell the minute he pulls away.
a web of gluey saliva leaves from both sets of puffed lips and he breathes like you said. with a looooong inhale, nanami then exhales before grunting. you simper, tugging on the hem of his beige boxers. âmaybe i can . . help with that curse?â
and you did.
in more ways than one, really.
to be brief, nanami kento was a feral man-
he felt himself turning into a brand new man the second his tongue graciously rolls itself flat against the flatness of your pretty twitching clit.
a sharp gasp winds straight out of your lungs as youâre sat with your legs obtusely spread to a wide degree.
with your hands burying themselves underneath your plushy tits as he devoured youâyou couldnât help but toy with yourself for a bit. moaning, a thumb trails its way down against one of your puckered nipples that poke through the fleecy blue dress shirt.
âk- kentooo.â youâd hum out a whimper, a hand finding its way near the top of his head.
heâs slow⊠badly wanting to savor your sweet taste on his tongue while eating you out like the starved, starved man that he was.
wisping a bundle of fingers through his blond locks, you continue to cup one of your tits with one hand. long, thirsty sluuuurps exited from nanamiâs lips as you watched his head frantically shake from side to side.
your tummy was already seizing, and the heel of your ankle started to guide its way down his back. wet, sloshing noises ricocheted against nanamiâs lips as his eyes periodically averted back towards you.
heâs giving you the âi wanna marry you againâ stare, no doubt. even with his mouth stuffed, nanami kentoâs never felt more in loveâ
maybe this love curse . . pollen, whatever it was was a secret blessing in disguise.
the panicky, racing beats of nanamiâs heart never slowed, and a hand of his then grips your thigh. tenderly, you feel the tip of his tongue dipping its way in ân out â wetly lathering his pink twitching muscle with your sweet slickness.
your eyes remain on him the entire time, getting forevermore lost in his crave-like gaze. âshh- talk later, princess. promise.â he whispers against your cunt, delving his tongue in swerving, wide circles.
those wide circles eventually curve their way into hearts, though. a whine sobs its way from the back of your throat as the grip on his hair tightens.
you felt the scaly, hot of his tongue create the perfect heart . . even spelling out the simple eight letters of âi love you.â
your legs couldnât hold still, they just couldnât- and you could feel the skittish smile forming against his lips, tickling against your pussy.
you were drooling from your entrance, right from the puffy slavering slit down. youâre flooded, soddened with such amounts of dewy dewdrops that form into strings, and in a way though, it was pretty.
nanami was just struck in awe at how much you were just profusely leaking. like the gentleman nanami was though, he lapped it right up. his rose-swollen lips cupped everywhere, smothering the crevices of your sheeny thighs with his many, many kisses.
âr- riiiight there, âken,â youâd mewl out a desperate plea, slowly dragging his head against your cunt. itâs moving around in a hypnotizing circle, but if it was anything that was leaving you in a mere trance of a state, it was his tongue.
nanami explores through every puffy wet corner, sloppily slotting his tongue in between your pudgy folds. he grunts against your throbbing heat, feeling the weight of his impatient boner prodding beneath his cotton-made boxers. âmngh- gonna cum. âm gonna cum, kento.â
âdo it for me,â he soundlessly says, vertically smearing a fat thumb down your slimy pussy.
your entrance was soaked-
tearing away with drooling droplets of slick. every time. he was so enticed that he had to take a minute to just stare at your cuntâadmiring how wet his pretty, perfect girl was - just for him.
nanami was entranced once he moved his face closer. the tip of his button nose then literally starts to drag itself down your sobbing slit and he moans, taking in your natural scent. âhah- câmon, sweetheart. give it tâ me,â and he brings his ring finger right up against your core.
itâs a lanky finger that starts to bedaub against your cunt, feeling you writhe at the sensitive contact.
you whine, feeling his ring finger rub its way against your heat before poking your tongue against your cheek to silence yourself.
as you watch, his digit gets covered with your mess almost immediately, and you shudder at the cold band of his ring toying with your salivating folds. âpretty please-â and oh- heâs begging.
a blond brow of nanamiâs quivers as his lips attach back to your cunt. sticky, glistening strings of arousal rills straight down his forward-pointed chin as he continues to rub the back of his wedding ring against your pulsating clit.
itâs icy cold.. you felt him keep up the pace as the material of the band smears itself around in circles before feeling a coil in your tummy tightening.
the pressure makes you see stars for a hot secondâand youâre met with a bundle of nerves trying to introduce itself to the lower depths of your stomach. â âm cumming!â youâd blurt in a staggering wail.
the crashing wave of endorphins made you exhale a cute sigh as your legs started to get more and more numb.
you felt like you were floating on every single cloud, including cloud nine - especially cloud nine.
nanamiâs tongue still slid its way in between the slot your sappy folds, feeling the cute twitches of your throbbing clit against his bumpy tastebuds as you start to spasm. âfuh- fuck! âken âm sensitive, baby.â and your words turn into a mere hush once your body started to limp its way onto the sheets.
your thighs locked around his neck, and you still had his hair in a firm grasp, digging your fingers deep into his roots and scalp.
with widened doe-eyes, you glance back down toward your husband whoâs merrily licking you clean without a single care in the world.
if the beats of your heart was a car, youâd be speeding.
itâs beating so fast out of your chest that you can barely keep up. your legs felt like mush as your neck finally gave up, collapsing back against your pillow.
âmmh- shouldâve just stayed . . hah- stayed home today,â he grumbles, giving every glossed part of your exposed cunt individual kisses. nanami starts at your pretty clitoral hood, sprightly nibbling at the tender fold of skin. you whine, yanking his head forward before nanami pats your pussy. âcouldâve been playinâ with her a- all day.â
âyouâre here now.â you speak out of breath, pulling his head back up. once you do so, nanami looks at you with the most pussy drunk expression.
his lips were all plump and red, lashes merely sticking together, and glossed sleek streams of slick racing down his chin. nanami leans into your touch, sitting up before leaning in to kiss you.
again- his tongue sloppily carved a wet trail through your mouth, and you moan once you feel the tint of his boner press up against your bare cunt.
heâs so hard, you wondered if it was painful. you swallowed each grunt of his in your mouth, feeling his body hungrily rock against yours.
a few ash tresses stick against his forehead as his lips violently crash onto yoursâcreating an impactful collision.
as dancing tongues swiftly twisted and spiraled around each other in sync, you hear a bit of shuffling again.
nanami's reaching into his boxers, grunting against your lips once he feels the anchoring weight of his heavy cock lie flat against his palm. âm- mhm, sweetheart.â he throatily groans, feeling your hand slip inside of his boxers too.
you feel a lightning-shaped vein shoot down his skin and he grunts. nanami was as sensitive as ever, and with your hands softly tracing circles over his bulky triceps, he knew he was in trouble.
deep, deep trouble..
âitâs okay, âken,â you whisper, letting off a sharp inhale once his fiery hot tip smears its way on your cunt.
itâs almost flat out rude at firstâwith the way it smacks against your folds, creating a wet splash that lands right on his bulbous crown.
from the stout tip thatâs round at all thick corners, nanamiâs leaking.
milky, pearls of whiteness dribble from the fleshy sides of his fat cock and he grunts once he feels your shaky legs caging him in again.
god- you looked so pretty like this..
just laid back, wearing nothing but his business shirt. all the buttons were unbuttoned so nowâit was just you, breasts cutely sprung out and all.
gently grabbing his face once more, you mumble against his flushed temple. âinside, itâs okay. go inside,â and your sweet words were like a chant.
heâs slow-
carefully aligning his maroon tip between your syrupy slit, feeling it clumsily slip out every few thrusts.
you even reached between your legs with a single hand, spreading your pussy open right before his eyes. âdonât be⊠shy, she doesnât bite, kento.â
âhhh.. woman- youâre gonna be the death of me,â nanami gulps, openly staring at the slippery heat stick between your legs.
he didnât know which action had him feeling hotter. your filthy words, you, or the way you spread yourself open for him with just two, cute fingers.
two twinned digits pried your lower lips apart, and he grunts once the swollen head of his cock snugly pops its way past your gummy barrier.
âhngh,â nanami sucks his teeth, pressing his forehead against yours. his palm rests on your tummy before he gives you a tender glance. âis this . . alright?â
chewing on your lip, you moan out a, ây- yeah.â before touching the back of his hand.
nanamiâs face softens before he eases himself further inside, squeezing past that cute ring of your entrance thatâs just always oh-so tight!
nanami was as round as a teddy bear. a few years into your loving marriage you noticed how he started growing a soft bear-type body, especially with the winter rolling around.
not that you minded, he was the perfect subject for cuddling. in this case, though, he was perfect for gradually placing his weight on youâto which you always ended up loved.
with his dress shirt all wrinkled and unkempt thanks to you, nanami sheathed his face inside of your neck. âg- goddd, âs like when iâm inside i feel even hotter.â
the love curse ran through all nanamiâs veins, including invading near his bloodstream and every jabbing axon that continued to pulse through his achingly, hot skin.
eventually through . . after a very long three minutes, his gravelly pants started to turn more and more raspy.
browned eyes of nanamiâs turn tender at your gaze once you grab both sides of his face, rubbing circles around his hollow cheeks with the soft tips of your thumbs. âdonât hide, look at me.â
âheh- yes maâam.â he gruffly whispers, tilting his cheek, leaning into your touch.
nanami was on top of you, glued to you entirely as if both bodies were made of pasty adhesive. with your ankle running down his back, it took everything within him to not moan.
every part â every single part of his body felt insanely sensitive to your touch.
nanami would occasionally bite his lip, finding his eyes rolling upward or even letting off a âphewwwâ just from being a few inches inside of your intoxicating cunt.
as his cockâs driving its way inside at a slow pace, you watch nanamiâs blond brows twist into a furrowing curve.
heâs sucking in every breath that tries to escape from him, groaning at each inch that sloppily disappears between your puffed folds. without even taking a glanceânanami could feel how wet you were, and not only were you preparing to milk him dry, but you were also drowning every girthy inch of his cock with all slick amounts of your pretty mess.
he didnât have to look down because he could just feel â feel your compellingly, vulgar squelches, feel each slosh that sobs between your cunt folds, feel each pulsating throb that would convulse against your clit.
youâre just so damn pretty though..
staring back at him as heâs trying to make his way inside, nanami ends up getting lost in your gummy orifice thatâs desperately clinging onto him as if its life depended on it. itâs almost cute..
âf- fuuck.â youâd whine, tugging at his ruffed-up cerulean collar. peering your eyes a bit, you see a bit of faded lipstick marks that were from you earlier this morning.
you smile to yourself, knowing nanami would always proudly show off those marks to any woman who dared look in his direction.
within a few inches deep, nanamiâs creating an unforgettable gap that stretches your cunt fully open. he keeps his hooded eyes on you, pressing a few encouraging pecks near your plump, kiss-bitten lips.
heâs never felt so hot..
nanami snaps his hips into you once- just once, and he lets off the prettiest moan.
it sounds more like a whineâit pitches a bit higher than usual and he falls face flat into your chest.
you get sheepish, wrapping your arms around him before feeling him grunting between your breasts. âhoney, i think i just . . came.â
âoh,â you breathe, and sure enough, you felt a lukewarm batch of cum starting to pool its way inside of you. your legs remained snaked around his waist and you could feel nanamiâs ashamed pout stretch against your chest. you pat his head, leaning in to kiss his forehead. âitâs . . okay, âken.â and heâs kissing all between the slope that runs down your soft titsâhis comfort place.
you hum, lifting his head and watching him grumpily pout with loose blond strands running down his eyes. âi can always take the lead if youâre too sensitive.â
âplease..â
⥠⥠âĄ
nanami looks up at you with a timid expression, his hands restrained at each side of the bed. gulping deeply, he watches as your slick-glossed cunt just barely floats over his creamy white tip. from the coral-colored sides, itâs a blushing pinkâŠitching for you to be inside again.
just a single inch or the mere feeling of you swiping your entrance back ân forth against the peeling hood of cock makes him groan. âhandcuffs, honey? this is quiteâŠeh- kinky, no?â nanami raises an ash brow with a weary smile, soft, dusky eyes never leaving yours.
in factâeach time you run your hands down the open slit of his shirt that exposes his blond growing chest hair, he shudders.
just a few fingertips of yours alluringly ghosting down his skin was enough to make him melt. through semi-blurred peripherals, he spots a bright color that sticks against his wrists. âtheyâre . . pink,â he chuckles, âand fuzzy.â
âit came in the mail yesterday,â you coo at his observation, inching your face closer and starting to kiss down his neck. nanami inhales before sighing in rapture, positioning his head to the side so you could have a better angle and itâs unintentionally sexy. âitâs not too tightâŠis it?â
âitâs fine,â nanami shakes his head, preparing to take another deep breath once the opening of your pussy starts to sloppily split its way ajar.
youâre sinking on his shaft and he lets out a husky grumbleâbulky muscles flexing through his biceps as his arms stretched across both sides of the leather headboard. âmmgh- atta girl. like that- like . . that.â and his voice seductively lowers an octave at every inch.
it was almost hypnotic at how much you were soaking him. truly, you were already soaked but now that your cunt was accepting his vast tip that was descending its way further inside of you, nanami wasnât sure how much longer heâd last.
profusely, your pretty pussy was drowning him. nanamiâs muscles continued to bulge through his shirt as he slouched back against the mattress, watching your hips starting to moderately pick up.
âs- sooo big.â you moan, the stretch wholly expanding through your walls. sometimesâyou donât think youâd ever get used to nanamiâs size, let alone his thick, parting stretch.
clicking his tongue, nanami takes every second he can just to stare and openly admire your body.
effortless, you were just effortless with every moment you did.
every twirl, every toss and dip of your hips had him hungry for only more â more of you.
as your pace maintained its rocky rhythm, his eyes found themselves trailing further down, pausing between the crack of your pried-open legs.
seconds pass and theyâre now leisurely making their way up your chest, pausing right between your plush rounded mounds.
you still had his business shirts as you rode him, and your tits freely sprung as your hips started to grind quicker. as your hips pathetically stuttered, so did the wooden legs of the bed. âhng- puttinâ me in handcuffs just so i canât touch my hah- pretty wife, hm?â
nanami tries to joke, but you could already see him breaking a sweat once his cock explores deeper inside of your cunt â zigzagging a bumpy pattern all through your inside.
itâs making sure every part of you from the inside memorizes his hits, sloppy thrusts and all, and fuck- were you about to collapse right then and there.
the sides of nanamiâs forehead were already heavily covered in perspiring sweat. with lush tears dribbling down every crevice and corner, nanami starts to huff.
âbut baby, you always touch me,â you lively tease, tossing both arms over his tense, pent-up shoulders.
the bed lowly creaks every second, constantly dipping from all the constant movements and pounds that jolt against the rickety aged boxspring.
its constant croaky groans sounded almost painfulâand the quicker your hips swerved around and bounced, the louder it cried in the background from both jerking bodies.
nanami pouts, shaking his head and you make him nod by cupping his chin. âyeah, you do.â you then surprise a part of his neck with wet, balmy kisses.
nanami gruffly grunts, desperately wishing his hands were roaming down every part of your body. tending to every part, allowing his fingers to explore every part.
heâd caress circles around your assâguiding his callused, rough fingers up up up before they eventually reach near your waistline.
with a clingy grip, heâd start to rock your hips faster into him, making sure he pumps all nth inches deep inside until youâre babbling out incoherent cacophonies of his name and how youâre just so full..
but you noticedânanamiâs eyes were only focused on only one thing. your soft, perked breasts that bounced at the exact second your body did.
at each powerful hop and slam of your hips, they playfully jiggled, flopping against your chest. they were nearly smushed right in his face, and oh- he could feel his mouth shamefully watering at just imagining them being in his mouth.
âcloser, sweetheart,â he grunts, tilting his head down since he couldnât exactly use his hands.
you were riding him at such godly speed, swerving your hips at such frantic intervals while wetly clamping down on his cock.
nanami always filled you to the brim with all of him, poking right through your slickly dripping orifices with every bouncy thrust.
once more, it makes his head spin, but all heâs focused on is your chest that was staring straight back at him. âf- fuuuck, âm still h.. hot. i think- i think suckinâ on them will help me cool off, sweetheart.â
saucily cooing, you lick a stripe down his neck as your hips accelerated. as you continued to speak, your voice started to get a bit bumpy from the unsteady movement of your jouncing ass.
âoh- is that what you wanted all this time, âken? to suck on these?â and he watches as you lean back, cupping your tits with the smuggest smile plastered on your lips.
your hands sneak down between your unbuttoned shirt before you silently mewl, giving them a nice good squeeze. âimagine jusâ how plumper theyâd be after i have your baby, kento.â
âh.. honey- youâre lucky âm handcuffed.â bronze eyes trace down your skin, stopping at your perked nipples.
they were oh-so-perfect.. and as youâre straddled over his lap, nanami couldnât help but let his mind wander just a bit. he couldnât help but allow his mind to wander near the very lewd lobe of his brain.
the mental image of you baring his child . .
his wife, you.
nanami grunts at the thought, wordlessly gasping in multiple honed breaths at the fierce clashes of sharp skin.
your hips were disgustingly brutal, and with the way your thighs clung onto him, you were nearly akin to a magnet â forevermore sticking against nanami, never wanting to let go.
âcâmooon,â the blond playfully whines in a gruff voice, his cock stiffening inside of you. âdonât hah- make me beg, sweet girl.â
âyou make me beg,â you chaff, slowing your hips down just a bit. nanami grunts at your catty truth, feeling the weight of you gradually hover before you roughly buck right into him.
using all of your core, his leaking tip smears its way against your clit in an almost pretty heart shape and you stutter out a moan.
your syllables of each broken moan were a bit choppy as you were shooting blanks, arching your back against him. even as youâre still riding him, putting all pounds of movement from your body into your sprawled knees, you kept touching yourself.
seeing you guide your hands all over your body in such a sensual way, made nanami kiss his teeth.
in envy though - those shouldâve been his hands..
âallll. the. time.â you finish your sentence in a spirited whisper, whispering against the twitching left side of his ear.
each thrust becomes increasingly sloppy with your grip getting more slick ân wet â glossed which such sticky amounts of your tangled juices.
each squashing slop! that squelches from between the arc your legs get louder, causing your thighs to nearly clamp together from the tender stimulation.
cupping your tits again, you bring them up to nanamiâs face. âgo âhead.â
âwoman.. youâre evil,â nanami muffles, getting a face full of your breasts. you hold onto them tight, watching as nanami brings his face closer until heâs shoved right between them. a sweet crooning groan slithers from his lips as his tongue fervently curls its way down toward your nipple.
sloppily, you feel him casually swirling greedy circles around your pulsating gland before switching to the other one.
nanamiâs lashes close as youâre still rocking your hips forward, nearly riding him into utter ân erotic oblivion..
at this pointâyou thought the bed was about to break, devastatingly snapping into two due to how good you were putting your hips to use.
âmmpf- so pretty. all mine, m- mine,â he rasps between wet slurps, his wrists still trapped in pretty pink handcuffs. the woolly fur tickles against his skin as his tongue continues to rove shapes around your nipples. âneed to get these girls plump⊠quickly.â
your tits remained grasped in your hands as youâre moaning from nanamiâs tongue, and you now start to rut into him at a much more hurried pace.
nanami hungrily drives his cock all through your core, creating a near race-track path that smothers invisible kisses all against your g-spot.
every inch, heâs fat- and his even lengthier girth nearly makes your brain short-circuit for a minute. every wild jam of your hips feels like its last, and nanamiâs already drooling.
treacly, sweet saliva pours from the corners of his lips as heâs sucking on each of your tits, muffled gargled moans and whines vibrating against your tepid flesh..
your body had adapted to a more steady rhythm, but you could feel his dick eagerly twitch inside of you every few rushed seconds.
a bit of drool ends up running down his mouth, landing on his polka-dotted tie, creating a gray dampening spot. itâs cute, and you rub a thumb over his thin lips, watching his tawny, soft eyes flutter back open.
itâs the look of love- and nanami could feel himself heating up more once your gaze meets his again.
for a moment, he had completely forgotten about the dumb curse because he was too busy lost in your gaze.
but his temperature started to increase. you let off a bundle of whiny mewls once you feel him nip the top row of his teeth against your nipple.
âs- so cute,â he purrs lowly, feeling your knobbly thighs get closer and closer to giving out. just a few more thrusts and youâd probably be done for.
âmmp-â he pops out your left nipple with his swollen wet lips, glancing at you. nanami looked like heâd just run a marathon with blond strands glossing strips across his forehead. grunting, he starts to pant like a greyhound, sliding a tongue over his lips. âyouâre close, honey?â
âm- mhm!â youâd reply, your voice turning raw at each straining moan that leaves from your poor chords.
his cock was massaging everywhere, it didnât miss a single spot. itâs tip was widely turgid, angrily crimson-red, and leaking from all veiny sides while narrowly delving into you raw.
nanamiâs kneading through your guts, tending to each gummy part of your entrance to make you whimper out his name. from every deep, vigorous pump that profoundly batters inside of your pussy, your eyes cross.
youâre dumbfoundedâdumb in general too from the way he facilely located every sensitive spot with just the stubby tip of his shaft.
including your pretty cervix - nanami made sure his cock smacked its way there a few times.
the deep pressure pounding inside of you, greeting every single spot inside of your pussy never failed to make your knees quickly buckle.
âf- fuck, fuck there âken, theretherethereee,â you start to babble, the bumps of his tip making your jaw goofily hang. â âm cum- âm gonna cummm.â
âhaah- together, sweetheart. can you . . finish with me?â nanami murmurs in a throaty voice, kissing your neck.
he tried to lift his head but got slightly pulled back from the fuzzy handcuffs.
heâs molding your insides fully with his cock, squinting a bit at the crescent-shaped moon that hides behind the violent bed curtain.
that view was nice but the view currently in front of him, riding him.. âcuringâ him from whatever curse this was was far a better sight.
you.
with a whine preparing to squeal from your throat, you give him a nod.
nanami tilts his head, tsking impishly with his smacking lips despite how he was just as sensitive as you. âah- you know how i feel about head nods, princess. i wanna hear those pretty words.â
ây.. yes ken, âkentoooo,â you moan, gasping once you feel two things at once. your stomach tightly seizing and your sloppy cunt restricting around his meaty, stocky length.
itâs so good, soso good that you softly bite into nanamiâs shoulder. he hums, groaning right with you before you continue. â âm cummin. âm fuckinâ cumming, kento.â
âi know.. i know, câmere, girl,â he whispers, his face softening once your eyes immediately lock with him. âmy sweet⊠girl.â his pitch lowers, and you decrease the distance between the two of you.
once again, your lips meet nanamiâs but this time, itâs far more aggressive and less passionate.
itâs only one word and itâs â sloppy.
your bodyâs weakly rolling against him, losing its rhythm as the two of you end up finishing together, competing with each otherâs inevitable high.
it all felt like a slow ⊠rush.
as you were both drinking each otherâs never-ending moans and grunts, the puddled, gooey mess began.
at the same time though, your legs ended up finally collapsing as your swollen, plump lips attacked against his - harshly.
nanamiâs lips were almost competing with yours, mashing against your lips with the occasional rows teeth of teeth clash clash clashing away.
itâs loud, sloppy, messy..
the peppermint taste that still lingers in his mouth travels against your buds and you moan. nanami groans, spraying a geyser of bittersweet strips of hot cum inside of you as both tongues continue to explore each otherâs mouths.
itâs a straight shotâit travels deep, introducing your womb with a fresh amount of cum as you end up letting go at the same time.
both sets of hearts fluttered as you pressed against his chest, racing frantic beats per minute as you melted the dozenth kiss he presented to your lips.
itâs hot- nanamiâs rawly plunging into you as you whine against his lips, barely feeling your hips rutting into him anymore.
youâre just straddling him now â yet heâs still plugging you full with such massive inches of cock, with the addition of his creamy, gloopy seed that drizzles a sloppy white ring around his base.
your fingers wisp down his undercut, as he continues to quietly ravage your walls. it was a slick, slimy knot that buries itself deep inside of your pussy.
youâre moaning, slowly breaking away from his mouth that had strings of saliva clinging near the bottom of his glossed lip. panting heavily, you crane your head, taking a quick peek down at your ass.
itâs a mess, and as his carmine-colored tip slips out of you, it lightly smacks against his tummy.
ribbons of cum paint near the very undersides of your thighs, pouring out between your syrupy slit in such a slow yet filthy manner. time nearly stood still, and nanami went silent, staring at the gooey wads ân wads buttery cum that oozes out of your pretty, fluttering cunt.
âare you okay?â nanami sighs, feeling you reach for the handcuff key that rests near the rosy nightstand. you remove them, and he twirls his wrists in a circle before looking at you with kind eyes.
â âm okay.â you reassure him, cupping his face and kissing the right side of his cheek.
nanamiâs exhaustedâespecially after how good you just rode him.
your dripping cunt hovers against his happy trail and sheeny clenched abs as he lazily lies back, finally grabbing your hips. âgood . . good,â and with a huff, he sheepishly smiles. âi guess i . . hah- failed no nut november, huh.â
âeh- thereâs always next year,â you bring a chaste, sweet kiss to his quivering, pouty lips.
⥠⥠âĄ
surrounded by nothing but bodies of water featuring sods of glittery clear bubbles, you now found yourself lying against nanamiâs broad chest. burly, swole arms envelope around your body as the two of you were in the ivory, spacious bathtub. as the water ran against your skin, soothing your aching musclesâyou let off a sigh once he finished washing you off.
âi think it wore off,â his warm voice tickles against your skin. nanami kisses down your nape, reaching near the side of the tub where a bowl of fresh muscat grapes lies. tearing a few off the vine, he brings them toward your lips. âthe curse . . pollen, whatever it was.â
âmmpf- did it?â you eat from his hand, feeling his wet palm softly rub against your chin. the smell of rich jasmine hits your nostrils as you let off a satisfied hum at the sugary sweet flavor. nanamiâs body held you close, feeling your damp body lightly plop against his chest. you feel a bit of his chest hair land against your skin before you swallow. âdo you still feel hot?â
nanami pops another grape into your mouth, then into his. âno, sweetheart. iâm fine now, thanks to you,â and you feel his left arm hook around your waist. the blond reclines back against the tubâs icy marble-made wall before sighing. âhow do you feel, though? any cramps or body aches i should be aware of?â
with a content suspire drifting away from your parted lips, you move a bit in the calm, lukewarm water â closer toward the back of his chest.
âiâm okay, kento. althooough,â and you give him a playful nudge. âmy legs still feel sore.â
âforgive me, honey,â nanami rests his chin against your shoulder. there was a bit of jest in his tone, and you could hear him trying not to snicker.
again, always the gentleman though.
âiâll give you a massage once we get out of the tub, my treat.â and you let off a sigh, feeling him creep a few fingers up your thigh.
âhmm, okay,â you comply with a sight sigh, sneaking a kiss near the edge of his lips. nanami blinks thrice, his face flushing a bit before you cup his face with wet hands.
âi was serious you know. about . . what i said earlier. us settling down andâ,â and nanami deeply stares into your eyes as you speak.
you rub a wet thumb against his sharp cheekbone before continuing, abruptly cutting your cute rambling short, ending with a sincere, âi love you, kento.â
tilting his head against your palm, leaning into your embrace, nanami brings you toward him before kissing the crown of your head. âand i love you more,â and as you felt butterflies party in the lower pits of your stomach, nanami brings your hand up to his lips.
gently, he aligns his mouth perfectly near your fourth digit before giving you another kiss, this timeâon your ring finger. âmrs. nanami.â
but oh- he wasnât done..
as youâre feeling a wave of tenderness overwhelm your heart, nanami leans a bit down before kissing the center part of your tummy that drips with teary droplets.
his wetly compressed lips give it a quick peck and âmwahâ before keeping his head lowered. âi love her too.â you raise a brow, glancing as nanamiâs chin hovers over the bubbles of water.
âher?â you lift a brow as he whispers multiple âi love youâsâ against your stomach as if he was already talking to something â or someone..
âyes, her,â nanami repeats, giving your tummy one more kiss before sitting back up, rubbing his palm over the center of your belly.
looking up at you, he notices your confused expression and smiles to himself. âoh, just a little hunch,â and you gasp once nanami picks you up softy, carrying you out the wet tub, the both of you soaking wet.
ânow, how about that massage? iâm quite good with my hands, especially when it comes to my woman.â
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I saw your post about Rafe and Reader on a family vacation, and I liked it! So could you maybe do another part to that, like maybe they are at the beach or shopping etc and Rafe and Reader are being really touchy etc?
thank youuuuuu
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Reqest: more rafe + family shenanigans
Warnings: Rafe being inappropriate, no smut,
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ââThere you are!ââ Wheezie exclaimed the moment you and Rafe strolled into the cabin, twenty-seven minutes behind the rest of the family. ââWeâve been back for almost half an hour. Where did you go?ââ
ââWe got lost,ââ Rafe said coolly, taking a long sip from his water bottle, as if it was no big deal.
Beside her, Sarah wasnât buying it. She crossed her arms and tilted her head, giving the two of you a pointed look. ââYou got lost?ââ she repeated, her tone full of doubt.
You nodded, stepping in to back Rafe up. ââThatâs on me. My lace came undone, and Rafe stopped and waited for me, but when we tried to catch up to you we took a wrong turn. Luckily we found our way back.ââÂ
Rafe glanced at you, impressed by how you could lie on the spot so well. You even sprinkled some truth. You did take a wrong turn, but it wasnât an accident.Â
Being younger â and far more innocent â Wheezie was easier to fool with your lies. But Sarah wasnât stupid, and neither was Ward, who was standing behind the kitchen counter and prepping for the barbecue tonight. He knew his son too well to be easily deceived.Â
ââDo you need help with the vegetable, Mr. Cameron?ââ you asked, your tone light and polite as you moved closer to the counter. It was an attempt to shift the conversation, redirect the attention away from your little detour.
Ward glanced up, giving you a small smile in thanks. ââSure,ââ he said, stepping aside and gesturing toward the cutting board. ââYou can chop these carrots and the bell peppers.âÂ
You slid into place, picking up the knife and getting started.Â
ââIâm gonna go shower,ââ Rafe declared. He came up to you and kissed the side of your face, his hand lingering on the small of your back. ââYouâre welcome to join if you get bored with the carrots and bell peppers.ââÂ
Sarah wrinkled her nose, having unfortunately heard. ââYouâre disgusting.ââÂ
He didnât say anything, but you could feel his smirk behind you.Â
ââRafe, come on. Wheezieâs hereâŠââ Ward reprimanded tiredly for the umpteenth time.Â
Fortunately, the younger Cameron had her nose deep in her book and didnât pay attention to what Rafe had said.Â
You were good for Rafe, but your relationship was very physical. And with that came Rafeâs unfiltered mouth â much to his familyâs dismay. They were happy for him, but they could do without the constant smacking and grabbing of your ass or any other non-PG display of affection. Â
ââWhat? I just want to save water, like you said we should. The planet and all,ââ he defended, playing the innocent card and talking out of his ass.
Unfortunately for him, Sarah didnât buy it. Rafe never cared about the environment.Â
ââIâve been doing good things to help lately. We even stopped using conâââ
ââRafe!ââ you cut before he could finish, your cheeks flaming up.
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Hello! Is it okay if you can write mouthwashing headcannons of how the crew members would react to the reader randomly attacking them with kisses? If you want to stick with one person, then I was thinking, Anya? (If you want someone else, then that's okay too!)
Have a great day/afternoon/night
tulpar crew x gn!reader
smooch attack headcanons.
â ïž pushy jimmy. everything else is chill. not proof read.
[note: sorry I've been out for long everyone! I had some stuff come up but I'm doing some progress on the things you guys send! I hope you enjoy these imagines]
[ Anya ]
đŠ giggling mess if done right
đŠ if you do it, please don't jump her.
đŠ sth like swooping in first before kissing her. small signals that it's you.
Her eyes were glued onto the shelf, searching for that one book she needed. It was usually there. Did I misplace it?
Her thoughts were immediately silenced by a hand taking hers, swift yet carefully. Her body tensed up by instinct but when she realized it was you, it had her giggling as you planted soft kisses on her knuckles. You raise the book that you hid from your back while you entered.
"Sorry! I was reading it earlier."
"I don't mind at all, don't worry."
Anya shakes her head with a smile and cups your cheek and you beam. That was one of the small signals she gave that says she's fine with this. She brushes your cheek for a moment as you lean in to her touch, then you feel her carefully tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. You immediately wrap your arms around her waist and lean in for a kiss- kisses. Lots of them. You start off on her cheek, then her nose, her eyelids, her forehead, then a peck to her lips and she was softly laughing the whole time, both from the affection and how ticklish it was.
[ Curly ]
đ©č Not a fan of PDA either. you gotta do it when you both get privacy.
đ©č So you do it with every chance you get.
You spot Jimmy lingering back at the lounge without your beloved Captain? You're beelining towards the cockpit.
Alone in the kitchen? You're on him.
Hallways? Oh, Captaiâin!
Even if he scolds and chastises you for it, he loves it. He does the same anyways. One time though, you were both in the lounge reading together when you eventually got bored. You peek at your partner who was heavily invested at the article when suddenly the item gets pushed away and replaced by you on his lap. Before he could even warn you, you grabbed his face and showered him with kisses. Curly gives in and hugs you, it should be alright since no one's here, right? He'll let it slide for now.
When you part, he had a stupid grin on his face.
"Darling, have I ever taught you how to aim?"
With a chuckle, you shake your head and you both lean in for a kiss.
"How does a lesson tonight in your quarters sound, Captain?"
"Perhaps we could reschedule for an earlier time. How does right now sound?"
"Perfect."
[ Daisuke ]
đș Usually, it's him who does the guerilla attacks. It's a little game you guys play. The more of a surprise kiss streak you have, the better.
đș So far he's on the lead, but not for long.
You had to borrow Anya's lipstick for this. Carefully planned this siege (it only took like 10 minutes). Daisuke had just finished doing inventory, Swansea's back in utility and you're by the storage closet by the hallway and you hear familiar footsteps. In approximately 5.0224 seconds, your target is going to pass by the said storage room aka your location right now. You brace for it, nervous. You push your doubts that it was another person for now and just go for it.
Slamming your partner onto the wall as he squeals, you shut the door and yank on the string to turn the light on. It was dim but you could see the look on his face and you burst out laughing.
"Dude, I thought we had some psycho hiding up in here! I thought I was gonna die!"
"Yeah, you will."
"Fuck you mean by thaâ mpFfF?!"
Your lips smash against his and you could tell some of the lipstick smeared. His awkward tense pose loosens up and his hands move away from the walls to your hips as he returns it and you part as he tries not to chase after you.
"Got ya' good, huh?"
"Whaaaaat?" He drawls out with a voice crack, looking away. "I don't know man, you gotta do that again so we can find out." With a pffsh, you start kissing him everywhere, his beauty marks, his lips, cheeks, jaw, neck, probably even on his collar.
Next thing you know, you both pop out the storage room, Swansea looking like he almost had a heart attack while he stares at the both of you in judgement.
Daisuke had a lovestruck expression while his face, neck, and shirt collars were filled with lipstick marks and yours were smudged on your lips.
[ Jimmy ]
đȘ he hates it. he likes it so much he hates it.
đȘ prefers doing it himself though.
Shitty day as always. He wasn't in the mood and he can't bother you which made his day a whole lot worse. It's stupid, why was he so dependent over your attention. It should be the other way around.
Once you were done with your shift, you decided to find the co-pilot. At his usual thinking spot, chewing on a toothpick.
God, he needs his nicotine.
You were silent, only walking towards his way, too busy with his thoughts to even notice you. Not until you plant a kiss on his cheek and his head whips to your direction, almost bumping heads. You smile and peck his lips this time.
"You okay?"
Were you pitying him?
"Fuckin' peachy."
Suddenly, you were pressed up against the wall, caged in-between his arms and you look up at him confused. He flicks the toothpick somewhere and he starts peppering your face with kisses. It was all soft at first, not until he nips at your lip before kissing you roughly. Your lips would probably bruise later on.
[ Swansea ]
Wake rock was softly playing in the background.
𩱠this can be interpreted as romantic/familial honestly
𩱠he seems annoyed by it but in reality he thinks it's sweet. never admitting it though.
You were busy cleaning up in the utility room while Swansea was repairing some wires when he suddenly flinches and cusses loudly, shaking his hand. He got grounded. Now he's grumbling over where Daisuke was when he needed him to do the work. Probably needed to release his frustrations elsewhere by light-heartedly shit talking his intern. You knew he didn't mean it.
Tilting your head curiously, you moved closer, peeking over his shoulder to watch him work for a moment. And just when he moves his hands away from the box, you hug him from the side and kiss his cheek repeatedly.
"Jesus! Warn a man will ya'?!"
"I'm done cleaning! I'll go on break now, boss!"
"Yeah, yeah." He huffs. Unbeknownst to you, he had a small smile on his face as he continued working. Seriously, who does this to their mentor?
Kids these days.
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Asymmetrical Symphony
Universe: Arcane (LOL)
Pairing: Viktor x reader
Summary: You had been on the rooftop with Jayce and the Herald and somehow you were sent to a place where things can be different with your help
Disclaimers and Warnings: If you want me to tag you on the chapters let me know! Also leave a comment with your thoughts :D Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about LOL is from google and all I know about Arcane is taken from the show, so inacuracies will be plenty. I have a sort of idea on how to I'm gonna go with magic and runes, so bear with me. The reader will be written and GN (going by they/them) to get everyone involved, but if you see any discrepancies let me know.
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There was a second. Less than a second before Ekko's time flowed again. In that, second before Jayce and Viktor vanished into nothingness, before time turned in your favor. In that second you felt your mind separate from your body, your consciousness being bent into a spiraling corridor of Hextech, your soul being erased and repainted with the runes you studied. And thenâŠwhiteâŠa flash of nothingness and the ticking sound of a clock and in a blink of an eye you jolted awake.
The impact with something cold and hard took the breath out of you, feeling it hit right below the diaphragm. You kept sliding down something until you woke up enough to figure out where you were and how fast gravity was working against you.
You quickly figure out where you were: the Hexgate rooftop. The place you had been standing a second ago, looking at a white construct plucking all your memories away, now a dark slide with a not-so-fun ending. You cured under your breath, your hands finding anything they could grab and stop the swift descent. Finally, your fingers clawed at a sill and you haphazardly stopped your death by floor.Â
With two big puffs of air, you managed to pull yourself up the ledge and immediately fall on your back, when you figured the ground was straight. You could feel your lungs explode with cold air, the tears you had before drying out in the night air.Â
You frowned. Night air? Something snapped in your brain and straightened your back, sitting on your small perch. It was broad daylight ⊠The flood of memories and images hit you all at once, and you felt all of them all at once. You felt your brain split open and be sewn back together. Jayce, Viktor, your two friends, broken and made whole again. The hextech, the hex core, and its idea of a hive mind world. Mel, a force of nature finally found what she was truly made of, marble and gold. Caitlyn and Vi, the backbone of the enforcers. You, a high society figure tangled in the science you patronized, turned fighter for Piltover's survival.Â
You heard the chaos of the last hour in your mind, the screams, the clinking of swords and blasts of guns. The smell of blood, fear, and magic.Â
You felt it all untilâŠyou didnât. And it all became quiet. The silent whisper of the wind on your face and the normal sound of a city under your feet.
You got up on unsteady feet, realizing you were still wearing your makeshift enforcer armor. You looked around, seeing the skyline of the city, bathed in an orange moonlight, until you reached the Academyâs dome. A silent gasp came out of your mouth.
It was still intact.Â
The gasp turned to frown and the hope to realization. You took a step back as you watched the red moon reflected on the glass pane.
It was still intact, but not for long.
You remembered Jayce talking about how he got to go to a different time, an alternate universe. A divergence in reality that sent him somewhere. His description was dire, filled with what he called âHex Angelsâ coming after him. But this seemed like your world, your time. Before Jinx attacked the council.
Before Jayce placed Viktor in the hextech bath, turning him into the Herald.
You had one chance. One impossible chance.Â
The urgency of needing to get to council chambers hit you like a brick and you started to try and make your way inside the hexgate. Find an enforcer, tell them to get you into the chamber, and warn the councilors of the attack. If it would be easy, you were a well-known face in Piltover. Your father was a respected figure, an old councilman, only giving up his seat when your mother died 20 years ago. Getting into that chamber would be easier than getting down from this rooftop.
Which you managed with surprising ease, thanking Caitlyn for showing you the many ventilation entryways where the enemies could try and get inside.
And your feet hit the metallic floor of a walkway you ran as fast you could to any place you deemed safe to jump down. It seemed like a never-ending spiral that was clawing into your anxiety. But when you were about to scream you found yourself face to face with a door with a sign âMaintenance. Do not open it if Hexgate is hot.â
You gave it a few tugs. Nothing. You groaned and started pounding on it, until you saw an enforcer come to the door, frowning.Â
He opened the door, a hand on the handle, another on his electric baton.
âWho are you? What are you doing here?âÂ
You frowned at the first question but answered it. His eyes looked nonplussed and you frowned deeper. You hated to pull this card but you didnât know how much time you had.
âDo you not know who I am?â Your voice echoes through the tube. âI donât care who you are! You are trespassing on government groundsâ He grabbed your forearm and roughly pushed you into a small corridor. âHow did you even get in there?â He mumbled to himself, losing the door. âDoesnât matter. I need to get to the council chamber.â You blurted out, knowing by his demeanor it was futile. âPal, you're going straight to HQ to answer how you got into a place with only three guarded doors, and why.â
He once more grabbed your elbow and dragged you away from the metal door towards a minuscule industrial elevator. With his free hand, he grabbed the key ring around his belt and unlocked it. It was beautifully crafted, as was everything in Piltover, but the cramped space and your shoulder pauldron made it difficult for both of you to get inside at the same time.Â
You looked at the Enforcer, while he was trying to figure out if going down the thousands and thousands of stairs was worth it. The stairs were barely used, placed there by an overzealous engineer and much like the door to the elevator, it was locked.Â
âIâm sorryâŠâ you whispered to the guy and when he turned you did your best Vi impression and head-butted him, leaving him hurting and confused. You quickly snatched the keys from him and rushed to the stairs.
âStop!â You heard him mumble, trying to regain his balance.
Yanking the door open you rushed down the stairs, jumping whole sets of stairs at a time, using the walls as a concrete cushion to break your descent. You kept jumping and running and colliding with the walls, begging that the ground floor appeared soon.Â
The last landing was below you and you saw four enforcers open the door below you and rushed in, looking up and spotting you. You couldnât take them all.Â
Before you could do anything you felt something shift. Similar to when someone stretched after a good nap, but it was in the air around you. Not the air you realized, the reality around you awakened. It whispered something unintelligible, but you heard it even above the guards shouting at you. A faint piano note followed and right in front of you a rune appeared. Like a pattern on a broken mirror.Â
A magical rune, you remembered talking with Jayce and Viktor about it.
The officers were approaching and without thinking you inscribed the rune with your foot on the dusty floor of the stairwell. Once made you waited. The guards stopped for a moment looking confused. Nothing happened.
A conversation between you and your father flashed in your head. You had finished practicing a piece on the piano, your father, ever the willing audience sat with a frown on his face.Â
âWhat's wrong?â you asked, turning to him and he shook his head. âIs it supposed to be a happy song?â He asked and you shook your head. âNo, itâs a requiem, but I didnât feel like playing a sad song, so I changed the note.â
Your father smiled sadly and got up from his armchair.
âMy dear child, if a song is intended to be sad, then it must be played as such. That was its intended purpose.â He placed a hand on your shoulder âYou are only a tool to bring that song to life, your aim should be to bring it to life.â
Intention. Youâre a tool with a purpose. You nodded and took a deep breath. Looking up at the enforcers you thought about what the objective of your plan was. Leave. Move from here. And then, you stomped your boot to the ground and a wave of air burst from it. Like a gust of powerful wind, knocking the enforcers down.
You looked at the groaning bodies on the floor, your chest heaving in deep breaths. For a second you were frozen to the ground, until the clanking of metal armor and footfalls snapped you out of it.Â
âIâm so sorryâŠâ You whispered to the guards on the ground and ran outside the hexgate, shoving whoever stepped in your path out of the way.Â
You relied on your muscle memory of Pilltover to get you to the University where the Council of Clans was to be taking place. You managed to lose most of the enforcers by swerving into the buildingâs back alleys, stopping only by a garbage chute to dispose of the outer layer of armor you still had on, leaving you with a simple pair of blue pants and a tank top.
Arriving at the University steps you slowed down and walked confidently towards the enforcers at the door, hoping they had not been warned about your encounter at the Hexgated and that they knew about who you were. The last part was quickly dismantled as they stepped towards you with a hand up.Â
âI am here for the Council meeting.â You announced, your tone showing the confidence you didnât have, but that years of practice made second nature. âGood evening. We are not expecting any visitors.â The enforcer replied, politely. âPlease turn back and come back tomorrow with an appointment.â âCouncilwoman Mel Medarda is expecting me.â Your tone dripped with the impatience only a Topsider was known to have. âI am truly sorry, but we are not expecting visitors. If any member of the Council was expecting you we would have been warned.â The other enforcer repeated and started towards you. âThis is astounding. How dare you stop me from an engagement with a Councillor? Preposterous. I will tell your supervisor about thisâŠâ âAs is your right. Now please turn around.â
You huffed and puffed, putting on a performance of a lifetime until you finished the rune you had learned minutes ago. Once that was done you turned to the enforcers and once again apologized, watching as they got knocked on their asses when you stomped the rune with your boot. It was enough for you to walk to them and grab another key ring for your collection.Â
Unlocking the side door of the main entrance you stepped inside while hearing shouting approaching from the outside. Time is running out. You looked at the marble steps and both you and your knees groaned. You took the steps two by two until you reached the second landing and then you found the main elevator. You had no time to wait for the thing to arrive nor to go to the last floor by the stairs.Â
Reality did the thing again and once more a rune whispered and showed itself as if it was a patch on the elbows of a jacket. There was no dust on the floor or walls, nothing for you to write the rune on.Â
All of a sudden you felt a burning sensation in your hand and looked at it. In your palm, a bright blue rune appeared, glowing in the darkened university hall. The bright light spread, filling your palm, your knuckles and your fingers. When you moved your hand to turn it and watch the light consume the rest of your extremities, you noticed your fingers were painting light into the air. You moved your fingers in a wave a small path of light painted the air in front of you, like a stroke of a brush on canvas.
Once again, the clanking of armor and shouting kicked you out of your stupor and you used your now weirdly illuminated hand. For a second today, the rune did nothing and once again you thought of the purpose you had. Reach the last floor.
Another voice flashed in your head. Viâs shouts when you were on the hexgate, backâŠback there.
âWellâŠdonât just stand thereâŠpush forwardâŠget them out!â
Push forward. Quickly you drew the rune in the air and just as Vi sometimes spoke with her fists, you did the same, punching the rune with enough force to push it towards its destination. Â
The elevator pinged and opened its double doors and you rushed inside. The elevator took off as fast as it could with its old gears but it was still quicker than the steps and by the quiet you were hearing, the enforcers were still finding a way up.
As soon as the elevator stopped you were darting towards the gigantic doors. Midway, you caught a glimpse of something shining through the sky through a windowâthe rocket. Jinx was going through the motions of pulling the trigger if she hadnât pulled it already. If the rocket was already in the air, you had seconds to put a stop to the Heraldâs ascension.
You swerved right, knowing the main doors would be guarded, but the side doors were usuallyâŠhopefully⊠left unattended. Never did a sigh of a door make you so happy. You grabbed the door handle. Locked.
Instinctively you made the gust of air rune in the air and punched it, the door rattled. You groaned loudly, your desperation evident. You painted the rune again but made it bigger. The door rattled again. If not size, then quantity. You made four runes on the ground, in a single line and stomped on it.Â
The door flew open and you ran inside, watching as everyone in the room fell silent. You hadnât been inside the chamber when the rocket hit, but you knew that Melâs shield had naturally appeared to protect her. Jayce, being so close to her, had been protected, but Viktor was a breath away from it.
Melâs eyes snapped to you as you took several gulps of air. Looking at a smaller window in the chamber you saw a light fly towards the dome. You locked eyes with Viktor, sitting on a chair, his expression confused.Â
As you dashed towards him, Mel and Jayce, you were half tempted to use magic again, but when he reached for his cane you stopped that thought. You werenât about to throw poor Viktor around, this was gonna hurt as it was.
A councilman got up in an attempt to stop you, but Vi and Caitlyn's training had paid off and you quickly skidded away. You were centimeters from Viktor when a blue glow bathed the chamber. Everyoneâs face turned towards the domed ceiling. As everyoneâs eyes were transfixed on the sky you grabbed Viktor's hand and pulled him to you as you rushed towards Mel. You heard the glass shattering as the rocket hit the target, the force of the impact enough to send you crashing to the ground, never letting go of the bony hand in yours. And thenâŠblacknessâŠ
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â„ïŸă»ă happy birthday
synopsis: it's a known fact that zoro can't stand his birthday... but when you finally discover the date, you can't help putting together something special
cw: nsfw (male & fem receiving), spanking, dirty talk, zoro's a little rough, some leather, some comfort, maybe a little ooc zoro but who gives a shit, reader + nami = trouble, usopp's a real og, reader can see visions, reader has black angel wings, both aren't really pertinent to the story but they're described, etc.
a/n: happy thanksgiving!
"Ladies, I need your assistance," you stated, plainly, approaching your two best friendsâwho were lounging on the deck chairsâand plopping yourself down next to them.
This was beyond urgent.
"Of course, (y/n)," Nami nodded, dropping her magazine in her lap and glancing up at you with an inviting smile. "What's up?"
"Is everything alright?" Robin asked, slightly concerned.
"Everything's... fine," you nodded, unconvincingly, actively trying to think up a way to explain. "I just... I did a thing... and learned something I probably shouldn't have... about Zoro."
'Huh?'
"About Zoro?" she raised a brow, now even more intrigued.
"Did he hurt you? Or say something stupid again?" Nami's gaze turned sharp, the woman sitting up rigidly in her seat, ready to go to war. "If he did, I swear, I'll wring his muscly-ass neck!"
"No, no! Not that," you quickly assured, shaking your head. "It's something from his past... from before he met me."
"What happened?" Robin asked, shutting her book, now fully invested. "From the start, if you don't mind."
You nodded, looking down at your lap and recalling the events of the last hour.
"I was doing my daily meditation on the roof of the crow's nest, y'know, like I always do, when I was suddenly hit with a vision," you started. "Now, it didn't come as harshly as the others typically do, so I assumed that it was going to be about something trivial. But that changed when a young Zoro suddenly came into view."
The women sat quietly, listening intently as they took in each word.
"He was training, super aggressively, mind you, when all of a sudden this group of kids comes running up to him asking when he was going to stop."
Crossing one leg over the other, you playfully rolled your eyes.
"Of course, Zoro being Zoro, said he wasn't gonna finish any time soon, but, and get this, the kids say But you're gonna miss your birthday party!"
Nami and Robin gasped, eyes widening slightly.
It was common knowledge that the swordsman wasn't very fond of birthdaysâor rather his birthday, specifically.
Whenever asked about it, he often dodged the question, or just ignored it altogether, not bothering with Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper's chaotic antics in trying to get him to spill the beans.
Even you were unsuccessful, the man managing to smoothly redirect the conversation with the rough timbre of his voice, knowing it distracted you easily, along with other physical means.
Eventually, you gave up hope, seeing as you didn't even have a clue as to what season the day fell in.
But now... you had a date.
And it was today.
"I know he hates it, but I can't just sit on this," you whined, slumping in the chair. "Before, it wasn't like I could do anything because I didn't know when. But now that I do, I can't in clear conscience do nothing for his birthday..."
"I'm not sure," Robin sighed, quizzically. "There might be a reason why he doesn't celebrate. Maybe something bad happened and caused him to hate the day."
"Or maybe he's just being his typical, difficult self?" Nami scoffed, rolling her eyes before turning to you. "I think it's sweet that you wanna do something nice for him. And I know exactly what you need to do in order to make this the best day of his life!"
Confused, you watched as she leaned over, reaching under her chair and grabbing a book bound with rich, wine-colored leather, the image of a muscular man with extremely long hair and billowing shirt on the cover.
"A book?" you raised a brow. "Zoro's... not really a reader. Especially not something like this."
"No, silly. What's inside the book."
"Paper?"
"Romance."
With an exasperated sigh, she flipped through a couple pages, eyes lighting up when she found the page she was looking for.
"This novel is like a playbook on how to seduce a man," she happily handed it over, allowing you to skim over the text. "Follow that scene to the letter, and you'll have him counting down the minutes until his next birthday. I guarantee it."
"Are you sure?" your nose scrunched slightly at the cheesiness, confused as to why the author kept on mentioning the love interest's rippling pectorals. "This isn't really my style..."
"Trust me!" she grinned, giving you a soft pat on the back. "It's foolproof."
Glancing toward Robin for confirmation, she could only shrug, resting her hands in her lap.
"You know Zoro the best... Do what you think suits both you and him," she advised. "Even if that means trying something new."
Closing the book, your eyes found their way to the cover, your mouth fighting off the urge to stick out its tongue at the sight of the man's chiseled smolder.
He looked more like a girl than you...
"I'll take your word for it."
"(y/n)?" Zoro called, knocking on the door to the women's quarters before carefully pushing it open, slightly frustrated to find that you were, once again, not there.
Well, at least that eliminates the cabin...
Letting out a heavy sigh, he turned around, opting to shift his search toward the deck.
'Where the hell did she run off to?'
It was late, and the swordsman had been searching for the past twenty minutes, having already been through the kitchen, the dining room, the sick bay, the aquarium, the library, and the workrooms, with still no trace of you.
This, of course, was very odd considering you were usually within arms reach of him, the two of you seeming to just naturally float around each other, even as you did your daily routines.
Not only that, but also the fact that he hadn't seen you all day, seeing as Usopp dragged all the men along on a Boys Day Out.
Though, Zoro didn't understand why he felt the need to worry so much.
He knew a million times over that you were a strong and capable woman, and that if anything were to happen, you could more than adequately hold your own.
But for some odd reason, reminding himself of this fact wasn't subduing the concern spiking in his chest.
'Dammit...'
He had to find you and kill this feeling before he could think any deeper into it.
"(y/n)!" he called, looking around as he walked out on deck. "(y/n)!"
When he was no response, he simply tried again, not planning on stopping until you revealed yourself.
"Will you shut up?!" Nami groaned from her spot from one of the lounge chairs, brows furrowed as she looked up from her maps. "You sound like a lost little puppy."
Zoro rolled his eyes at her theatrics, turning to face her.
"Where's (y/n)?" he asked, curtly.
"She's in the crow's nest," the navigator stated, simply, turning her attention back to the papers strewn over her lap. "Said something about waiting for you... though I'm sure you're too busy ruining the peaceful atmosphere."
Sassily, she flipped one of the parchments over, lazily skimming over its contents.
"Mosshead..."
The man scoffed, expression turning sour at the obvious jab.
"If you'd told me where she was sooner, I wouldn't have shouted!"
"If you'd asked me where she was sooner, I would've told you!"
"Whatever!"
He turned away in a huff, walking over to the ladder and grabbing onto the cool metal.
"Good luck!" Nami called, cheekily, waving as he left. "You're gonna need it!"
"The hell?" he grumbled, starting his trek to the crow's nest, muttering to himself in confusion as he approached the top.
He would never understand her...
Hoisting himself up on the balcony, his brow quirked at the soft hum of music coming from the other side of the wall.
'Music?'
Confused, he listened closer, slowly beginning to make out the sound of a saxophone, which was playing over a smooth jazz background.
You never listened to music when you worked out, much less the sultry nonsense flowing through his ears.
And even though he could hear that, he had yet to hear you grunt out a rep, or rack a weight.
What the hell was going on with everyone today?
Curiosity piqued, he opened the door, eyes widening and heart dropping to his ass at the sight that met him on the other side.
Somehow, the crow's nest had been turned into some sort of makeshift love den, the lights dimmed and the mat area lined with lush pillows and fur blankets, candles illuminating the surrounding area and incense filling the room with a light haze, which smelled of sandalwood and jasmine.
And there, in the middle of it all, sat an angel...
Zoro's breath hitched, eyes widening slightly as he caught sight of your naked form.
You were laying on your side, delicious curves on display in the smallest, tightest leather corset he'd ever seen, your tits practically spilling out the top.
Your hair, freshly washed, cascaded beautifully down your side, framing your face and slightly shading your eyes in a way that gave his hand an itch to tug it.
Not to mention your newly-lotioned skin glowing in the soft candlelight, making you look so smooth and soft and primed for grabbing.
And your dark wings only added to the appeal.
The soft music seemed to be coming from a small transponder snail in the corner, its eyes turned toward the wall in hopes of protecting its innocence from the events to come.
"(y/n)..." he started, both confused and painfully aroused, as he shut the door behind himself, locking it. "What're you doing?"
You faltered, an awkward expression settling on your face.
"Being... sexy?"
Zoro paused a moment, waiting to see if you'd change your answer, before breaking into a small fit of chuckles.
Instantly, your face flushed, embarrassment beginning to sink in.
You knew this was stupid!
"Don't laugh, you ass! I was trying to surprise you!" you whined, abruptly sitting up, crossing your arms over your chest.
"You found out it was my birthday today, didn't you?" he cut to the chase, stalking forward. "And then Nami put you up to this?"
The dots were all connecting.
Usopp keeping him off the ship.
You going missing.
Nami's odd comment.
You were trying to seduce him as a birthday present.
Not that he was complaining...
Your lip jutted out in a slight pout, your eyes avoiding all contact with the man as he moved closer.
"I know you don't like celebrating your birthday, but Nami gave me some book that was supposed to explain exactly what men want... and I figured you still deserved something nice..." you limply explained, turning away from him. "But, in hindsight, it was stupid..."
Sitting down in front of you, his pointer and thumb came up to hold your chin, turning you to face him, where you were met with a soft kiss on your forehead.
"It was sweet," he corrected, thumb smoothing over the skin of your cheek. "Even if you look anything but sweet right now... I can tell you put a lot of effort into this."
You perked up at the last part, turning to him eagerly, eyes glinting with hope.
"Really?" you asked, sounding surprised, your expression downright adorable.
Suddenly, the music, the clothes, and the absolutely tantalizing scent of you began to work their magic on him.
All of his thoughts and reason faded into thin air as he stared at your gorgeous, doe eyes.
"Really," he confirmed, voice low and wanting.
And you could only let out a tiny gasp before he grabbed you by the back of the neck and pressed his lips against yours.
The kiss wasn't soft or careful.
The kiss was rough; hungry; slow as he drew moans and gasps out of you.
He kissed you like he hadn't done so in ages, and you were starting to believe he hadn't.
His lips were soft, the taste of sake and mint on his tongue.
You let his hand move along your back and ass, roughly squeezing the flesh and making you moan.
Taking advantage over your open mouth, he slid his tongue alongside your bottom lip before slipping it inside in your mouth.
He grunted hungrily as your tongue began to swirl with his, swapping spit and exchanging breath.
The act made your pussy clench impatiently behind the leather, wanting to be touched and treated.
By him.
Zoro then pulled away enough to speak, eyes hooded and dark.
"Where'd you get this little number from?" he murmured hotly against your lips, calloused hands coming up to roughly knead your hips, feeling up the fabric under his fingertips. "Tell me."
One of his hands snuck down to squeeze your ass, and you let him, biting back a whimper in the process.
"W-Went into town," you softly stuttered. "Bought the outfit the girl was wearing in the book."
He started to line kisses all over your jaw, hungrily moving down to your neck; your collarbone; and your naked shoulders.
"Fuck," he growled into your skin. "Too damn good to be true."
His hands roamed up and down your sides, squeezing and fondling.
"Been wantin' your fine ass since I walked in here..."
"You like itâ?" The rest of your question doesn't leave your lips as he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you toward him, so close that air couldn't even move between you.
Your bodies were pressed flushed against each other, so close that you can feel the painfully hard bulge in his robe.
He was turned on by you.
He was really turned on by you.
That fact made you delirious.
His lips pressed against yours again, kissing them so much that your mouth was beginning to turn raw.
He began to settle himself among the pillows and blankets, never breaking the kiss, before plopping down on the nearest, largest cushion.
Then, he gripped your hips and coaxed you onto his lap, forcing you to straddle him.
Instinctively, you ground down into his hardening member, enlisting a groan from deep within his throat.
The sound traveled straight to your core.
You wanted more.
"I want you, Zoro," you sultrily whispered in a sudden burst of confidence, manicured hands gliding over his strong shoulders. "Please... I don't think I can wait."
To show how serious you were, your hands came up to undo the laces on your back, freeing your chest for him to see.
The shock in his steel gray eyes is replaced with sheer hunger when he caught a full view of your perfect tits, sitting there just waiting to be touched.
"You little minx..." he chuckled, amused. "Lemme get a feel of you first."
You bit your lip as he leaned forward, laying you down against the brown, furry blanket before prying your legs open.
And there he got a good look of your sobbing wet pussy, the crotch of your leather suit having been cut out.
Eyes widening at the sight, he looked almost pained.
You were going to be the death of him.
"Christ, (y/n)..." he hissed, leaning down to get a better look, gaping at your sex. "You tryin' t'kill me?"
His eyes flicked up to yours, hands still on your thighs.
'Okay?' his eyes asked.
Wordlessly, you nodded, unable to speak.
But that wasn't gonna slide.
Slowly, he began to brush his fingers up and down your wet slit, paying close attention to your reaction.
"Words, pretty," he growled. "Gimme words."
"Yes!" you moaned, toes curling at the feeling of his fingers on your cunt. "Please, Zo'... please touch me."
He gave you a wolfish grin at your pitiful whines, but didn't keep you waiting.
Swooping down, he captured your clit in his mouth, suckling and eating your pussy like a starving man.
He was relentless with his tongue slashed, flicks and long licks up and down your slit.
And you loved it.
Your hips writhed and whined against his mouth, trying to get him closer.
Your pussy pushed past his soft lips, which drew mindless shapes and nonsense words across your needy core.
"You're so wet," he mumbled into your pussy. "Doin' all this in your little suit turns you on that much, pretty?"
You moaned in response, unable to form words, especially when he reached one hand up to play with your breast.
And it only got better when Zoro began to tease your entrance with his middle finger, dipping the tip in and out of your wet pussy.
"You want this?" he asked, voice nothing but a low growl.
You nodded vigorusly, pulling a laugh from the man's lips.
"So needy," he teased as he began to slowly slid his finger inside of you. "S'been a while since we fooled around... Have I not been takin' care of this pussy?"
"Yâ!" you gasped, eyes blown wide as you felt your pussy stretch around three, thick fingers.
He aimed up to brush against your clit as he slid his fingers in and out of you, while also leaning down to suck on it, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.
You could feel yourself quickly beginning to reach your peak.
'No! Not like this!'
"Wait, Zoro!" you whined, writhing against him. "Not yet!"
He immediately ceased his movement and pulled away from you, glaring confusingly.
"'Scuse me?" he asked, not sounding happy with your protest.
You nearly laughed at his reaction.
"It's your birthday," you explained. "I'm 'sposed to be the one making you feel good. So lay down."
Zoro still looked pissed he couldn't make you cum, but listened anyway.
He laid down, mouth and chin glistening from your juices, and you moved to sit on top of him.
Slowly, you began to kiss and suck your essence off of his mouth, earning low groans from him
Your hands slid down to his broad chest and you gripped his robe.
"Off please?" you asked, peering up at him through your lashes.
You don't have to ask twice.
In a flash, he tugged his arms out his sleeves, pushing his robe and haramaki down to leave him in just his boxers.
You took a moment to admire his beautiful bodyâso hard and defined with muscle and scars, his lower stomach sinewy with green hair.
He was so, so gorgeous.
Slowly, you glided your hands up and down his hard body, admiring his well-defined pecs and abs.
"You're perfect," you whispered before leaning in to peck his scars, running your lips softly over each.
The low moans and mmms Zoro let slide out his mouth were delicious to you.
They only heighten your arousal, along with the music still playing in the background.
You never pictured yourself getting off on a scene like this, but you supposed it took the right person to bring the freak out of you.
Smoothly, you began to kiss down his hardened stomach until you came down to his boxers, which were already hanging low on his hips.
"Fuck, baby," he hummed, watching you work.
His lips were parted and his eyes were hooded, completely entranced by you.
Finally ridding him of his underwear, you began to think you bit off more than you could chewâor suck, ratherâwhen you get a look at his cock for the first time in weeks.
Lately, between your training schedules and antics with the crew, the two of you had barely had a moment to yourselves.
But you never thought you'd forget how well-endowed he was, dick thick and curved slightly to the left, green hair curling around his stomach and pubic area.
"Hasn't been that long, has it?" he chuckled, teasingly, raising a brow. "You havin' second thoughts?"
"No..." you scoffed, cheeks puffed.
Not wanting to disappoint him, you opened your mouth and slowly began to slide his dick against your tongue.
"There we go," he cooed, relaxing into the blanket. "Good girl... take it all in."
You followed his instruction, your jaw and mouth stretching to accommodate his size.
"Mmm-hmm," you hummed around his cock, he vibrations causing him to moan.
You relished the sounds, wanting more, so you began to move your head back and forth, taking his cock in and out your throat.
You gagged and spat all along his dick, causing saliva to drip down his balls and your chin, making your blowjob extra sloppy.
And Zoro was eating up every second.
He tossed his head back as his eyes rolled in the back of his head, giving you sight that you took a mental snapshot of for a rainy day.
He was so, so sexy.
And to be able to make him feel good gave you the motivation to fight against your aching jaw and burning throat as you continued to fuck him with your throat.
"Doin' so good, baby," he grunted, rolling his hips into your mouth. "So good for me..."
But to your surprise, he suddenly pulled his cock out your mouth.
"But if I'm gonna cum, it's either gonna be on that pretty ass or those pretty' tits ."
You smirked, sitting up and lacing your hand with his, "How about inside?" you purred.
You'd already gotten the hook-ups from Chopper, though embarrassing, and were stocked full of necessary precautions.
And, of course, that was all you needed to say to get Zoro to smash his lips hungrily against yours.
"This gift jus' keeps gettin' better and better," he cheekily growled against your mouth, flipping you both over and laying you down on the brown fur. "Now choose how I'm doin' you before I do it for you."
Not wasting any time, you laid down on your stomach, presenting your ass and dripping pussy for him as you moved a pillow under your hips.
You then looked back at him, only to find him sitting there and stroking himself to the sight of you.
"Like this," you whispered, breathlessly. "Fuck me just like this, Zo'."
Zoro was going fucking feral behind you, and it took everything in his being not to shove his entire length in side you as he began to move closer.
"God, look at you... stainin' the cushions," he sighed as he began to rub your pussy with his cock. "Sittin' nice and pretty just for me..."
Starting out, he went in slow, taking his sweet time to allow you to get used to him.
As soon as his tip entered you, your jaw dropped and your eyes blew wide from the stretch.
No one could ever compare to how warm and solid Zoro felt snuggled up in your pussy.
No one.
You were so glad you had the fur of the blanket to grip at he took a hold of your hips and bottomed out inside of you.
"F-Fuck, Zoro!" you whined, burying your face in the pillows.
He began to bump his hips against yours a little faster now, the sound of skin slapping filling the air as his heavy balls hit your clit.
"C'mon, now, pretty," he huffed. "Y'said you were my present, yeah? Be a good girl and take me then. Make me proud."
He moved to fuck you harder, taking a handful of your ass before giving it a harsh slap.
The feeling was just too much.
He was so deep.
Your eyes were seeing stars, ones that far surpassed the ones lining the night sky.
You had no chance to comprehend anything, too busy taking Zoro's fat cock as he fucked you into oblivion in your little leather, corset.
"Feels good, don't it?" he grunted in your ear.
One of his hands moved to smack your ass again, a wanton moan ripping from your throat.
"Bet you've dreamed about this," he growled at you. "Bet you couldn't wait until I got home tonight."
He leaned down toward you, his lips grazing your ear.
"Bet you've been waiting to get split on my dick for so long."
"Gods, Zoro, yes!" you screamed out to the heavens, fisting the blanket for dear life as he fucked you harder.
You'd never felt like this before; so gone.
Your eyes are closed and your mind is blank, only able to thing of the man towering above you, turned dumb by the waves of pleasure washing over you.
The pleasure was just too good, and you could feel it beginning to build in your core.
"M'gonna cum!" you practically sobbed, your head thrown back. "Zoro!"
The man let out a deep, rumbling chuckle, slightly hiking up his leg to get a better angle.
"Me, too," he grunted. "Want you to take it."
He pressed his lips to your ear, leaning down so his dick hit that spot that had you seeing the entire universe behind your eyes.
"Fuckin' cum for me, pretty," he demanded. "Let me know how good I'm makin' you feel."
And you do.
Moans and gasps leave your lips like a chorus as that coil in your stomach finally snapped.
You unraveled, cumming all over Zoro's dick.
"Oh, my Gods!" you screamed, voice reaching the high heavens.
Your eyes spilled tears of ecstasy as he talked you through it, telling you how good of a girl you were as he stroked your outer thighs.
"Gonna cum, too," he grunted, hips snapping aganist your ass again and again as he chased his high. "You gonna take all of it, baby, hm?"
"Y-Yes!" you choked out, tossing your ass back to meet his thrusts, wanting to make him feel good, too.
He gripped your hips for dear life and came deep inside you with husky, loud moan that made your stomach leap and your pussy clench around his pulsing cock.
You took every ounce he had to offer, not once pulling away.
You could feel it coating your walls, filling you up to the point where you curled your toes and gasped at the feeling coursing through your body.
Finally, Zoro's hips began to slow until he finally came to a stop, pulling out of you with a soft groan.
But he wasn't done.
Still hard, he slid his head over your lower back and ass, coating your skin in his cum.
"So you smell like me," he grunted. "No other man'll even try."
You let out a weak, spent moan as your hips finally dropped, Zoro finally releasing his hold on you as he flopped to your side.
Grabbing you, he pulled your body into him, allowing you to snuggle into his side as he grabbed the blanket, wrapping you both in its warmth.
With the adrenaline now wearing off, and you so limp in his grasp, he began to worry, glancing down at you with a hint of concern
"You alright?" he carefully asked, slightly nudging you. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
You slowly shook your head, still in a daze.
"That was amazing," you sighed, pressing further into his warm side. "Best I ever had..."
A proud smile stretched across Zoro's face, chest puffing slightly at the praise.
"So... did this make your birthday a little better?" you nervously asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Grinning, he gave you two kisses on your cheek, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your jaw.
"It did," he hummed contently. "By a hell of a lot more than a little."
Yes!
Internally, you gave yourself a huge high five, insanely proud that Mission: Mosshead was a success.
And now, you believed you deserved some snuggles in return.
"Cuddle with me?" you cooed, looking up at him through your lashes.
Zoro chuckled, rolling his eyes at you.
"Such a baby," he teased, securely wrapping his muscled arms around you, squeezing. "You're lucky I like you."
"Just like?"
"You know what I mean."
"I think I wanna hear you say it."
"I think I wanna take a nap."
"Zoro..."
"(y/n)..."
"Happy birthday."
"I love you."
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Something Something Yeah It's Still Solavellan Hours (Mythal is kind of here, too)
I've seen a few very beautifully articulated posts talking about the conflicted responses players are finding themselves having in regards to the decision by writers* to have Solas' atonement route possible because of his conversation with one of the remaining fragments of Mythal.
(*honestly I hesitate to put the weight of bigger game events on their shoulders because of how much I know bigger players in the company were involved, so when you read 'writers' know I just mean whoever had final say on plot)
I love reading where people are at on this, and having now breathed, re-played the scene, cried, read some more theories, and then played the scene again enough times I think I'm now able to figure out where I'm at.
TLDR: in my humble opinion, the conversation Solas has with Mythal doesn't bring him any actual closure at all. It is only the version of the atonement ending that has Lavellan in which he is actually set upon a road to redemption.
This, like everything else where I lose my mind, will be long. I tried to restrain myself and here we are, unhinged as ever.
I was unhappy at first that Mythal's incredibly brief conversation with Solas where she releases him from her service seemed to be what finally allowed him to make a decision based on his wants and not hers. My concern stemmed mostly from the fact that a lot of us are trying to be active participants in a society that recognizes patterns of abuse and seeks to establish channels through which individuals can pursue healing without the approval, consent, or demise of their abuser.
But the more I look at the scene, the more I wonder what would have happened in a world where Veilguard got just a little more time in development. Could we have gotten a scene that more elegantly conveys the theme that we cannot heal every part of our loved ones, much as we might like to?
In an imperfect world it isn't always up to us how someone finds closure, which really sucks when you'd like to ensure a loved one finds it in a way that preserves their dignity and limits exposure to the individuals who have harmed them.
And while it could be left there, I'd like to actually push back on the idea that Mythal is in any way responsible for "healing" Solas in this moment.
I went on a different tirade a few days ago about how at the end of Inquisition, Mythal says words to Solas that on their surface seem well-intentioned or placating, but they actually just serve to further bind him in guilt and a position of servitude. In Veilguard's finale, she still does not take accountability for exactly how much of a role she played in the pain that Solas, a man others have revered and feared as a god, has gone through as he cowers, actually cowers before her.
Mythal's interaction with Solas conveys exactly two things to him as far as I am concerned (I'm going to botch these quotes but my laptop is dying so please accept some paraphrase as I rush to finish this before I go cry about this analysis to my uncaring dog):
"The terrible things we did, we did together." You are forever tied to me.
"I release you from my service." But what am I releasing you to?
Because up until Lavellan joins the fray here, all I take away from the physical and unwilling emotional cues Solas gives in this scene (he is a master in trickery, for goodness' sake, the thought of so many witnesses seeing him unable to hide behind a mask has to leave him feeling anguished on top of everything else) is that Mythal has once again reminded him of everything he did in her name and telling him that all that's left for him is to go back to the fade prison and, as he as always done, endure the crushing weight of his failures alone.
To me, in my interpretation, the Solas that hears this from Mythal with no Lavellan intervention may choose to willingly step down from his original plan (and yeah, that's gonna do some damage) but he is certainly not free of his past. He's going to be reminded of it every time he turns a corner and finds more blight to try and soothe, and even the moments that he rests will be filled with more manifestations of his regret. He says it himself: where he's going? It's terrible.
Enter Lavellan. Yeah, he couldn't bring himself to listen to her at her first plea (but like damn how many times are we going to have to watch her give a heartfelt speech only for him to be like 'something something beautiful elven rejection'). But I know that you know that our clever icon knows better than to take what Solas says at face value. She tells Rook plainly that he's absolute dogshit at lies of the heart, and she says it with her whole chest.
Lavellan sees the way his shoulders slump (in resignation yes, but you can't convince me there's not a little bit of relief there, too), she hears the agony in the "vhenan" that escapes his lips (which, don't even get me started on the fact that it's been like nine years and he has no hesitation at all calling her his heart, it just spills out of him). It is not the sound of a man delighting in the steps he's about to take. They're certainly not steps he does not dislike that lead to a destination he enjoys.
And then she watches Mythal (who I can't imagine she feels any sort of fondness or respect for) pull some weird nonsense on her love one final time, and she knows it's her moment to shine.
Mythal, I would argue, pushes Solas down one more time, shames him into seeking atonement, into once again being alone.
It is the romanced Lavellan that kneels so that he cannot fail to meet her eyes. It is she who invokes their connection, not to remind him of his failures but to reaffirm his greatest strength: their love and their love alone is inevitable. Not the consequences of his past, not the regret he thinks will consume him as he seeks to mend what has been broken. It has only ever been them.
"There is no fate but the love we share". We are forever tied together.
"There is no fate but the love we share." *I* am releasing you from everything else save for this love.
Put colloquially: get absolutely fucking wrecked, Mythal.
Body language comparison to chase up the dialogue one, anyone? The way Solas shrinks before Mythal as opposed to him walking off into the fade with Lavellan at his side and standing tall, and he does not flinch when she lifts a hand to his shoulder?
Ultimately, Mythal is a part of the atonement endings no matter what. But it is only Lavellan that refuses to let him walk alone. It is only Lavellan that guarantees that his dinan'shiral ends not in a prison of regret, but a place of promise.
Mythal bends Solas until he breaks one last time. Lavellan takes each piece, claims it as hers, and uses them to build the beginnings of a future.
#solavellan#lavellan#dragon age the veilguard spoilers#veilguard spoilers#datv spoilers#solas#solas meta#solavellan meta#solavellan hell#solavellan heaven
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"I think I'm going insane."
Val jumps, almost bumping her head up against the underside of the car above her, at the sudden sound of Steph's voice echoing in the garage.
It's been about an hour since Jay finally got Danny's reply texts. He left, now assured that Danny was awake and understood it was a misunderstanding, to hopefully ask Danny out.
"Insane?" Val echoes, rolling out on the creeper until she can sit up, grabbing a rag to clear up the grease all over her arms as best she can.
Jay had told her to go home, along with the rest of the mechanics, but in his rush he had left a broken down Mazda leaking so she wasn't exactly going to just leave it like that.
Plus, she's gonna be staying far away from the apartment until she's 100% it's all clear. Maybe crash Sam and Tuck's hotel room, stay with them just in case.
"Insane," Steph confirms, looking like some kind of art piece leaning on Jay's work table across the room, "Y'know, like that Einstein quote."
"I'm not sure I follow," Val scrunches up her nose, thoroughly confused. She gets up, tossing the rag and heading towards her sudden guest.
She's technically not allowed to be doing these types of repairs, considering she lacks the certifications, but she thought she might as well finish it up for Jay to look over tomorrow before heading home, so the timing of the other girl's visit is at least perfect.
Steph watches her as she twirls a finger through her hair, pretty blue eyes half lidded and pouting with her very kissable lips. Val looks away to focus on clearing up her workspace.
"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." Steph quotes, and oh, right. Conversation was happening.
"Actually," Val starts, slipping the top part of her coveralls off and wiping her face and thoroughly ruining the white teeshirt she's got under, "Rita Mae Brown said that quote. Well, wrote it in her book."
She realizes a little too late that that might sound too condescending, so she course corrects, "But anyway, what are you doing that's making you insane?"
She turns to look at Steph, jumping once more at how close Steph suddenly is. Val's backed up against her work table, Steph looming over her with all of her 3 inch height advantage. A metal tool falls over the side of the table, Val's not sure which one, from the resulting bump.
They stare at each other, Val profusely thanking any and all Gods, Ancients, whatever Higher Beings out there that her dark skin makes it harder to see if she's blushing. Not that it helps when Val's probably staring at Steph's mouth like a loon.
A long moment passes, Val somehow finding it within her to tear her eyes away from the other girl's mouthâdid she mention how kissable they looked?âand staring somewhere off to the side, confused.
"Flirting, Val!" Steph groans, throwing her hands up and stalking away to pace back and forth, "I've been flirting with you since we've met!"
"What? No." Val says, scoffing, "I'd notice if you were flirting with me."
Steph gives her a look that promises some kind of spar in the future that will cause Val to possibly lose feeling in all her limbs. Val shivers at it, sure that something's wrong with her if that turns her on, as she watches the blonde take off her jacket and prowl forward towards her.
"You're so fucking stupid." Steph says, the profanity of it shocking Val enough that she doesn't react when the other girl fists a hand into her shirt to pull her forcefully towards her into a searing, almost painful kiss.
Val feels like she's having an out of body experience, like lights have blinded her. But Steph's lips are soft, her hands are holding Val's hips, her body is pressing up against Val's and Val's definitely been stupid because they could have been doing this the whole god damn time.
But she kisses back, and that's all that matters. She kisses back, and somehow her body knows how to do the rest.
Her hands trail up Steph's biceps, feeling the soft cotton of the sleeves, trailing up to drape over the other girl's neck. She tilts he head to get the angle a little better, tiptoeing just a bit to make up the distance. The kiss isn't urgent, despite the sudden nature of it. The kiss, kisses, are soft, reaching, insistent. Small little things that cumulate one on top of the other, breathing into each other's spaces, bodies trying to melt into one another.
Steph's hands roam up towards the small of her back, Val arching at the feeling of it, and Steph must like that because she moans into her mouth like it hurts. Between one breath and the next, tongues are involved, and Steph tastes divine.
It's enough to make Val lose it. Her hands trail back down to Steph's waist, bunching up the fabric as she clutches the other girl closer. It frees up space for Steph to loop her long arms around Val's neck this time, gives Val the opening she needs.
She grips tight, spinning them around and lifting Steph onto the table. The other girl graciously makes room to accommodate Val's bulk, long legs wrapping around Val's waist as her hands trail down to trace the seams of the rough denim of the other girl's jeans.
Steph pulls Val down with the arms around her neck as she leans back and what is Val to do but respond? Her hands end up gripping Steph's thighs, and the heat of her is intoxicating. It's like Val's burning from the inside out, flames licking at the roof of her mouth and trickling down her throat, pooling in her stomach and radiating a heat that threatens to melt her.
And yet still, still, the heat of Steph consumes her.
Val detaches from the other girl now, to take a moment in the steamy haze. She braces one hand on the table below them, giving her abs a much needed break from hovering over the other girl, and just breathes.
Steph is beautiful.
Val stands over her, splayed over her work table like a vision from a dream straight from some romance era painting that Val could never hope to conjure up in her most fantastical dreams. Milky white skin, pearl blue eyes, a flush that Val wants to follow helplessly with her lips, her tongue, her fingers. Her blonde hair fans out around her like a halo, scrunched and mussed and silky and beautiful.
Val was already breathless from the kissing, but now it feels like the entire room has deprived her of air.
"You're beautiful." Val breathes out with the last of her oxygen. It's worth it. It's so worth it.
Steph, who had been half lidded and dazed, quirks a soft smile. Her entire body seems to soften with it, muscles loose and arms still lazily looped around Val's neck, squeezing just a little bit, a quick little hug.
"You're not so bad yourself, you know." Steph whispers back, voice husky as she brings a hand to trace over Val's cheek, her brow. She leans up to give Val a soft peck on her cheek, and the tingles of it warm her, makes her close her eyes to lean her forehead down onto Steph's, to breathe her air, to share space.
"As nice as this is," Val starts, "I want to be clearâŠI don't want this to just be a fling."
If her relationship with Danny taught her anything, it was that communication was important.
"I like you, Val. I want to get to know you more, date a little." She pauses, smiles a wry smile, "Or at least, go on dates and have you know they're dates too. MaybeâŠgirlfriends? In the future?"
Relief and embarrassment floods through her. "Yeah, yeah that sounds great. And uh, sorry. For, y'know, bein' stupid."
She curls down to bring Steph into a hug, lifting her a bit to make room for her arms against the hard wood of the table below, burying her face into the space where Steph's neck and shoulder meet, laying a kiss as gently as she can to the place she rests.
She feels the shiver that wracks through Steph from the action, feels the way her legs tighten around her, and Val breathes and breathes and breathes her in, clutching tighter.
"You're forgiven. Besides," Steph sniffs, "I wasn't going to let you take me here and now. I'm classier than that."
Val chokes on a laugh, muffling it into the other girl's shoulder. "Wouldn't have been hygienic anyway." Val wiggles a hand out, showing off the grease and oil, "Sorry about the shirt. And pants."
"I can't complain." Steph laughs, and it lights Val up. "I was the one who jumped you, after all."
"Serves you right." Val mumbles as she wraps her arm back around the other girl, causing another precious laugh.
"Can I touch your hair?" Steph's hands are rubbing her back up and down now, migrating shyly up to the back of her neck.
"Yeah, 'course." Val mumbles, trying her damnedest to become a part of the lovely girl beneath her.
Delicately, Steph seems to fiddle with her hair, as if twirling a finger through each dread, one by one.
It's a long peaceful moment before Steph breaks the silence again.
"Now that we've established that you're a moron," Her tone is soft and sweet despite the words, "and that I'm clearly moron-sexualâŠ" Val snorts, causing Steph to whack her on the back of the shoulder lightly for the interruption.
"Wanna get some ice cream?" Val lifts up, loathe as she is to separate from the blonde, beaming, "My treat."
Steph rewards her with a smile so soft, a lovely little thing, as she curls up to give her a kiss on the cheek and whisper her answer into Val's ear.
"Thought you'd never ask."
Mechanic!Val AU, but make it gay and sapphic.
ya'll can thank the HH discord for this one. Specifically the menace known as @clockwayswrites (and @impyssadobsessions for the art that inspired the damn thing)
Dead on Main and with some future Val/Steph >)
also @belfry-ghost did a doodle for this AU and everyone should go love on his art. Val's so unf.
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Valâs pretty sure her new boss Jay is actually a crime lord.
Sheâs pretty sure heâs The Crime Lord, actually. Sheâs like, 98% sure she works for Red Hood now, and sheâs low key mad about it. She squints at the man now, with his white streak and almost imperceptible green sheen to his eyes.Â
The problem is that Val did perceive it. Because she used to date a guy whose baby blue eyes changed ever so slightly in the same way. Thinking about Danny makes her even madder.
To be clear, sheâs not mad about Red Hood himself.Â
Sheâs just mad that, of all the mechanic shops in all of Crime Alley, she just had to work for her ex-boyfriendâs third place Hall Pass pick. It also makes her miss her friends way more, and Val is hardly what one would call a well-adjusted woman, so sheâs mad about it.
She huffs as she lifts the hood of the second car sheâs working on today. Being a mechanic wasnât really on the docket for Valâs life goals, nor was being in Gotham, but she got a full ticket ride on Wayne Foundation scholarships, and honestly?Â
Gotham is Amity Park Lite: Gargoyles and Furries Edition.Â
Between a full ride to Gotham U and being stuck at Elmerton Community College? The choice was easy.Â
So here she is, working for the resident Crime Lord in his civvies.Â
Jay pays good, teaches her what she needs to know, and bonus: he sometimes helps with her English Literature class. Heâs flexible on hours, and sheâs even got rudimentary insurance.Â
All in All? It could be worseâshe could still be working for Vlad, after all.Â
It's the little things.
#and there it is!#the finale#i have some extra scenes planned#but the âmain storyâ part is done :)#what extra scenes would ya'll want to see in this AU?#id love to hear your ideas :D#who knows#it might spark joy in me to write it#i'm sorry about the fucked up reblogging#i have to be better about that....#thanks for being patient with me#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#my writing#danny phantom#dcu#dead on main#danny/jason#danny fenton#valerie gray#stephanie brown/valerie gray#red hood#jason todd#mechanic val au
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Giving thanks for..
Genre: smut, enemies to lovers.
Word count:2.8k+
Warnings: rough!ni-ki, shy!y/n, fingering âunder the tableâ, worshipping, unprotected sex, teasing, dirty talk, praising, throat-fucking, hate-fuck. Note: I love making these stories idk why but they peak my interest so much!! I know itâs not thanksgiving yet but imma be busy on those days Iâm off, but plz enjoy :3 and take care of urself đđđŒ
Youâve been enemies for a really long time. Ni-ki, which you couldn't stand him, had been teasing and humiliating you throughout school. But then, out of the blue, he invited you to his family's Thanksgiving dinner. Sure, there would be the usual âIâm grateful forâŠâ moments, so you figured nothing too surprising would unfold, right?
Today you were just chilling at home alone while your parents were at their hometown enjoying thanksgiving dinner, you felt bored, alone. Of course you didnât want to go because you didnât feel like it. But once you finished an hour call with them, you stared up at the ceiling from the bed.Â
You sigh in boredom, sitting back up from the bed. âWhat am I gonna do, Iâm all alone.. I guess I can make dinner for myself and watch some Netflix or something.â Suddenly you receive a notification from your phone, you assume âoh! Maybe my parents sent a picture of themselves!â You check but your excited expression turns into shock and confusion.. it says: âHey y/n, sorry to annoy you as always lol đ, but anyways I was wondering if youâre interested in coming over to my house for thanksgiving I have no one to enjoy besides my parents.âÂ
âWhat?! Ni-ki.. he seriously invited you to his thanksgiving dinner, seriously?â You tell yourself blankly staring at the message for minutes. You roll your eyes and reply:Â
âFine. đOnly because I also have nothing to do, fine Iâll come over. What time?âÂ
He types back: âAround 6PM, it will just be a normal thanksgiving, nothing out of the ordinary. đâÂ
âŠÂ
Itâs 6PM and youâve just arrived in front of his home, and you ring the doorbell. You stand there waiting for him or someone to open. You know you look stunning in that red dress, which perfectly highlights your curves without being overly short. Then Niki opens the door, âHey y/n, come on in, Iâll introduce you to my parents.â As he gestured you to walk in. âThank you.â You say, as he shuts the front door leading you to the dining table. You see a neatly organized dinning table, with a candle in the middle. Â
Ni-ki clears this throat and speaks, âMom, dad. This is y/n, a âfriendâ of mine I invited, I hope you guys donât mind her.â His mom replies, âN-no we donât mind! Hello, y/n. Please I donât mind you inviting her over, please sit down and join us for dinner today.â You look at his mother and smile politely, as you take your seat. âHello, Mrs. Itâs nice to meet you, itâs kind enough of your son to invite me over, since my parents are at their hometown enjoying thanksgiving.â His father speaks behalf, âOh no worries! Thatâs very nice of our son to do that, inviting someone like you over, you seem a very well polite girl so thereâs no harm in that.â Ni-ki then sits down next to you, âYeah, I felt like thatâs a nice thing to do behalf that itâs thanksgiving, we should be kind to each other, right y/n?â As he says that sarcastically.Â
You feel a bit nervous about meeting his parents, but you manage to smile and nod. âOf course, it's a good thing to invite friends over." You say softly, trying not to show how anxious you really feel. To pass the time waiting for the dinner his parents and especially you talk about how youâve been, your parents, mostly about your life. But then his father asks, âDo you have a boyfriend yet, young lady?âÂ
You blush slightly, feeling a little embarrassed by the question. "Well, I haven't found anyone who really catches my interest yet," you admit shyly.
"Maybe one day soon though!" You add quickly, hoping to change the subject before things get too awkward.Â
But it gets interrupted as soon as the food arrives. You smell all of the delicious aromas wafting from the dishes. "Wow... everything looks amazing!" You exclaim enthusiastically, trying to cover up your earlier blunder. âWhoâs cutting the turkey today?âÂ
Niki looks around, his parents and you seem to be waiting for someone to cut into the turkey. He takes a deep breath and stands up. "I'll do it," he announces confidently. "After all, it's Thanksgiving.â With that said, he walks over to where the turkey is sitting and grabs a knife. He gives it one swift stroke, carving off a piece of meat before placing it onto a plate. You canât help but deny the way he looks in that suit, the way he picks up that knife, itâs like you wanna touch him.
But you then take a bite of some turkey and gravy - it's even better than it smells! As you all savor the meal throughout the evening, saying what youâre grateful for, besides Niki.. and of course, remembering to keep dinner etiquette in mind, everything was smooth. But soon enough you feel ni-ki leaning against you, his hot breath in your ear. âYou look damn good in this dress.. I canât help but notice it so much.â You blush deeply at his compliment, your heart pounding in your chest. You're not used to receiving compliments like this, especially not from someone as attractive as him. âT-thanks.. I mean I have to look presentable to your parents..â After you finish your food, you place your fork down gently and lean back in your chair. You take a deep breath to calm your racing heart. âWas the food good, sweetie? I made it this morning.â His mother smiles softly at you.Â
Before you could respond, you feel a hand sliding up and down your thigh making you gasp quietly. âWhat the..â you mutter to yourself, as Ni-ki continues doing that under the table. You try to play it cool despite losing focus on the conversation.Â
"O-oh, your food was amazing!", you respond sincerely, doing your best to ignore Ni-kiâs wandering hand. "I've never had such delicious mashed potatoes before..." He then leans over you and whispers with a small smirk, âI didnât invite you just for a normal thanksgiving, I also wanted something else.. to tease and make you feel humiliated in front of my parents.â But then, Ni-kiâs mother speaks trying to get your attention, âSweetie? You okay..? I was asking you where do you plan to go for vacation next month with your parents?â Ni-ki then slides your panties aside and inserts 2 fingers inside you without warning.
âO-oh! I was thinking maybe Thailand-ah!â You say making you blush in embarrassment, âSorry about that.. itâs just something accidentally hit me. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, doing your best to keep a neutral expression.Â
âThailand sounds lovely! Itâs a wonderful place to travel.. when I was young..â she continues talking while you continue trying to hold your moans infront of them two. âNi-ki.. stop that.. itâs embarrassing..â you whisper to him. âCome on~ your pussy deserves my fingers in you now, you make me crave you so much in that dress.â He says in a low, sultry voice.Â
His mother notices the blush on your face and the discomfort in your voice, but assumes it's due to the heat of the room or perhaps nervousness from being in new surroundings.
"Oh dear, I apologize if we're making you uncomfortable. We just love sharing stories about our travels!", she says reassuringly.Â
âN-no Mrs.. itâs not your fault itâs just itâs a bit hot right now.â, as you manage to choke out between stifled moans. Ni-Kiâs father then speaks, âWeâll clean up the mess, why donât you show her your room.âÂ
Ni-Ki inserts a third finger, making you moan quietly. âYes of course father, Iâll kindly show her my room.â And with that both of his parents head to the kitchen with the dirty plates, and utensils. You finally pull his hand away from your pussy, âWhat was that for Ni-ki!? You canât just do that while Iâm talking to them.. thatâs embarrassing. I nearly came all over your hand.â  He winks, âOh really? because I really wanted that pussy of yours.. I couldnât resist.â âNow come on, letâs head to my room, shall we~?â He takes your hand to make you stand up so you can follow Ni-ki upstairs to his room. Once the door is closed behind you, he pins you against it.
"You know," he murmurs seductively, "Your little moans were music to my ears..." Before you can respond, he silences you with a passionate kiss. His tongue explores your mouth while his hands roam freely over your body. âI should worship your pussy.. eating you out, making you moan..~âÂ
You quickly responded blushing deep red. âN-no thatâs a bad idea.. especially right now..â Hearing your protests, Ni-ki pulls away with a playful grin. "What's the fun in all this if we don't take risks?" He teases, pressing himself closer against you. âNo im going home, Iâm not doing your kinky ideas with you.â  Ni-ki seeing you attempt to leave, grabs your wrist tightly. "Running away so soon?" He chuckles darkly, pulling you back towards him. Without warning, he kisses you passionately once more. His other hand reaches down to cup your breast roughly through the fabric of your dress.Â
âMmph! F-fine I want it! But this is a one-time thing, we are still enemies.â You stumble to say, as he releases your wrist and moves to unzip your dress hastily. "Just remember..." he whispers into your ear, "This doesn't change anything between us..." And with that, he pushes you onto his bed and begins undressing you fully, and he kneels in front of you. âLet me worship your pussy.. I can tell itâs already wet from my fingers, naughty girl..âÂ
"F-fine! Go ahead," you finally relent, biting your lip nervously. âBut only this once."Â Â His tongue laps at your clit with expert precision, causing waves of pleasure to ripple through your body.
"Mmm...so tasty..." he murmurs against you before continuing his relentless assault on your sensitive nub. âAh~! Fuck.. k-keep going..â you moan but you quickly cover your mouth making sure no one hears you. Ni-ki increases the pressure of his tongue on your clit. His hands grip your thighs tightly, holding you in place as he devours you and makes your legs tremble, "Oh God...I'm close!", you gasp out, writhing beneath him. Noticing your impending climax, Ni-ki slows his pace slightly, prolonging your torture. He looks up at you with a devilish grin.
"Not so fast, sweetheart..." he purrs, "I haven't finished yet." You whine desperately, âN-no please Iâm close! I need to cum..â
"Oh, is that so?" he teases, trailing his tongue along your inner thigh. "That's the point isn't it?" he teases again, "To feel pleasure so intense that you can barely stand it?" âN-Niki!" you cry out, clenching the sheets beneath. "Please...don't tease me like this! I really need to cum.. come on.â Niki chuckles darkly, his eyes filled with mischief as he watches you squirm underneath him. He knew how to push your buttons, knew exactly what to say and do to get a rise out of you. âWhat's wrong, sweetness?" he purrs mockingly, "Can't handle a little teasing?" You whine again and looks at him with pleading eyes, âNo! I mean yes! Just shut up and let me cum! You asshole! Please.. I need to cum so badly..!â
Niki laughs, his hot breath tickling your skin as he leans in closer.Â
He takes a moment to savor the desperation lacing your words. "Fine," he concedes, sliding a finger inside of you. "But only because I want to see those pretty eyes roll back into your head." âYes please..! Iâm gonna.. fuck! Gonna..â, You quickly grab a pillow to cover your moans as you cum onto his face. Niki licks up every last drop of your sweet release, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. He pulls back slowly, standing up to look down at you with a satisfied smirk. âGood girl, I might just fuck you right now while we at it, how about you ride me?âÂ
"No way Iâm not riding you! Youâre an asshole!â As you stand up from his bed. âPlus your parents are washing dishes, we canât just do that..they might hear us!â He smirks pushing you back onto the bed, âOh come on.. we could make some noise, who cares about them..â He tries to persuade you. âYou might like it when youâre handcuffed, I have them.âÂ
You roll your eyes and scoff at him, âUgh.. whatever Iâll ride you while Iâm handcuffedâŠâ âReally?â Niki asks surprised, âWell alright then.â He goes to his drawer and takes out a pair of handcuffs. âPut these on.â âAlright.â, you say as you hold out your wrists for him to cuff you. Once he locks them, he smirks, âFuck, you look sexy like this, handcuffed.. I can easily do anything to you.â He reaches down and unzips his pants, freeing his thick member. It throbs slightly as it bobs free from its confines.  "Here," he says, offering you his shaft. "Why don't you start by sucking on this?"
âAlright, Iâll please you..â You say as you lean down taking his cock in your mouth. You bob your head slowly licking his tip before sliding down further, taking half of his dick in your mouth. Without warning, he thrusts deeper into your mouth. His cock hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him. âMmph!~Too big and deep.!â You manage to say while he doesn't stop though; instead, he continues to fuck your face ruthlessly.
You tease him back by saying, âIâll pull my mouth out-â âNo you wonât,â he says. âOr else I will kick you outta of my house and make sure you never return.â Then he forces his way inside your mouth again, his member hitting the back of your throat, forcing another round of gags from you. As he keeps fucking your throat, you slap his leg hard, trying to signal him to stop. Ignoring your weak attempt to resist, Niki continues to thrust into your mouth. He can feel the familiar tingling at the base of his spine, signaling his imminent release.
"That's it..." he groans, "I'm gonna cum..."
Before long, he explodes inside your mouth. His hot seed fills your mouth and spills onto your chin as he rides out his orgasm.  "There..." he pants, "That wasn't so bad was it? Now why don't you get those pretty legs of yours moving and ride me like a good girl." âO-okay..â You stutter out as you position yourself to sit on his cock despite being handcuffed. With a single thrust, he buries himself deep within you.Â
"Fuck..." he groans, "So tight..." As he begins to move beneath you, bucking his hips upwards to meet each of your downward thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as they make love roughy. "Ride me baby," he growls, "Show me how much of an asshole you think I am." âFuck.. you..! Ah~!â , you moan out quietly. âJ-just donât thrust up more..â âOh, is that what you want?" He teases, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to keep things gentle for you." Despite his promise, he continues to thrust up into you ruthlessly. His large member filling you over and over again until both of you are panting heavily. "You like that?" he growls quietly, "You like being fucked by an asshole like me?"Â
âI hate you so much! Ahh~â you continue to moan out as you start to ride him faster, grinding your clit against him as you ride him. Niki groans deeply as you grind against him, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He can feel the heat building up within him again.
"Fucking hell..." he mutters, "You're such a naughty girl..." With one final thrust, he buries himself deep inside of you. His hot seed spurts inside of you as he releases inside of you. âFuck.. Iâm cumming too..!â Niki grunts as he feels you tighten around him, your own climax rippling through your body. He can feel every spasm and twitch of your pussy as you cum. "Good girl," he murmurs, "That was quite the show." As he uncuff and removes the handcuffs from your wrists, âThere.. am I still an asshole to you, y/n? Despite panting you responded, ân-no.. you were good, I give you that. I guess we arenât really enemies anymore.âÂ
Suddenly you both hear a knock, his father was yelling from the door while Ni-kiâs mother was standing next to him, âNi-ki, y/n, Are you okay? I hear some noise and wanted to make sure you guys were okay!âÂ
Niki sighs as he hears his parent's voices, realizing that they've been too loud. He quickly pulls up his pants and straightens out his shirt. "Yeah dad, we're fine," he calls out, "Just having a little fun." He looks at you with a smirk, "Guess we better clean up real quick."
You smirk and laugh at him, âI told you this couldâve happened.â He laughs softly, "Yeah, you did." Niki gives you a playful wink, "Maybe next time we should try to be quieter especially you, y/n." As he listens to his parent's footsteps fade away, he relaxes again. Turning back to you, he grins mischievously. âOne last thing.., Iâm grateful today for eating your pussy, y/n.âÂ
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See, hear and speak no evil - Carlos Sainz x reader
You usually loved race weekends. Any chance for you to watch your boyfriend do his thing was appreciated. But not Miami. Your poor European sleep cycle was not used to this. Toto was wrong about no one watching the races in your time zone. Carlos would make fun of you for it, especially as he was living it. He teased you relentlessly for sleeping through half of the Chinese GP. Oh, the irony of you getting into the sport because your partner was an F1 driver and not the opposite. Even worse, he refused to explain the "lore" as you called it. So you Googled frantically and added the Netflix documentary to your queue. Unexplainable, you found yourself watching Tiktok edits instead. And you were gonna give it to these people with Capcut and a dream. They managed to capture Carlos' sex appeal. You had new obsessions with every clip on your fyp. His hair, his thighs, and of course, him going ballistic on the radio. You had heard your boyfriend being a little grumpy at quali or race positions before. Yapping about strategies or other drivers. Even Charles wasn't immune to a snarky comment. But then you were using your efforts to calm him or to let him talk it out. Now, when it was a loop of him pissed on air, you realized that maybe you liked angry, vocal Carlos a little more than you guessed. The memes about your boyfriend being written by Lana del Rey were sometimes true. He had a poised reputation to uphold. Even when it was just the two of you, he was either stoic or bubbly and funny. If he was sad, he'd be sulky or melancholic. Never angry or possessive. Never letting you see him lose his cool. It wasn't like he didn't trust you enough to let you in. It was more due to the fact that you were precious and fragile to him, breakable. But that was gonna change soon. With special courtesy of his radios during his battles with Oscar.
Carlos liked to have you in your "lovers nest" before Imola. Called you his lucky charm, his amuleto. Truth be told, it was a little early. Cohabitation was usually reserved for "seasoned couples". Carlos and you joked that you weren't living together, you were occasional roommates with benefits. The new arrangement meant that every couple of weeks, between triple headers, you would be in Spain. You knew a frequent flier discount hated to see you coming. Luckily, you had somewhat managed to make your job more remote, negotiating different hours and taking on a freelancing type of everyday tasks.
But like any person in love, you were most productive when alone. Thanks to the copious amounts of coffee you needed to watch the Miami GP, you had pulled 2 all nighters, basically flying through your professional to-do list. As soon as your weekly meeting was over, you started going through the most boring and easy parts of what you do. As soon as your lunch break rolled around, you were napping, hoping no one from the office decided to check up on you.
You're saving up the completed tasks as leverage, waiting for the right moment. And it arrives with the sound of a door unlocking and Carlos' familiar voice echoing through the apartment. You call him in the office space and let him know that you're almost finished. Sending out your tasks to your supervisor, you utilise their checking time and turn it into boyfriend time. Within a few minutes, you're in bed with Carlos, both in lounge wear that left little to the imagination. It was a little game you came up with in the honeymoon period of the relationship. Who could break easier after the long distance. You would think that no kissing would be easy, given that not much else was off limits. With his lips between your neck and your ear, he wasn't helping himself, so he asked.
"Did you manage to stay up for my race, gorgeous?"
"Yes, I watched it live, every second. I think I annoyed everyone on Twitter with my recap, even your fans." you reply.
"Yeah? Any standout thoughts I should know about?" He says, curious.
"Your radios, they sounded, good." You give him nothing, but he knows how to take from you. The gears in his brain turn, looking for a way to make you loose. At the end of the day, he was a simple man. All he had to do was ask.
"If you give me a kiss, I ......" He tries to finish his sentence but his mind blanks. He goes for the low hanging fruit, offering to buy you dream outfits and bags. Even when he puts real money where his mouth is, you refuse. Even though it's stupid, you don't want to give him the impression that you're dating him for the money. Carlos moves on to more individual things, promising to make you cum over and over again, to do the thing that makes your legs shake. You gently remind him they if he kisses you first, you make the rules. Therefore you could easily ask for all that and more. You can see it's driving Carlos mad to not be in control. He pulls out the "big guns".
"If you kiss me, I'll consider the threesome idea with Charles?" he tries.
"That was one dream and I regret telling you about it. No thanks, don't wanna be a homewrecker." you counter.
"I'll actually arrange a threesome with Fernando?" he comments.
"Stop slutting out people on the grid. Just because I fantasized about something a couple times doesn't mean I'm suddenly ready to be Eiffel towered or split roasted or whatever you two freaks could come up with." you hold your ground.
"You are the only guy for me. In F1, or outside of it, I only want to be with you. No sharing." You kiss him, aware that you'd loose. Whatever he had planned for you was gonna be good and you knew it.
"Good. I was gonna be worried if you'd said yes. Now, on the topic of saying things, you were awfully quiet earlier. So, we're gonna play another little game, called team radio." You quirk up an eyebrow and ask him to explain.
"It's easy. You tell me what to do and I'll do it. You don't say anything, I'll stop. I'm all about teamwork and following orders, baby." He boasts.
"Yeah, always, huh? Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night. You're a driver. You can't help it. It's in your blood. Being fast, being fucking selfish." You taunt him. Truth is what attracted you most to your boyfriend. His drive, no fucking pun intended.
Carlos pins you down onto the matres, his athlete's reflexes immediately evident. You're trapped beneath his body as he kisses and bites your neck.
"You're already failing at your game there, sweetheart. Thought you'd be the one obeying me. " you remind him. Asking your boyfriend to give up control was like asking a broken clock to display the right time. Yet, even those were right twice a day. Carlos pulled away, waiting for you to tell him what to do. Even though it was his idea, he was already turning against it. Though he had a trick up his sleeve.
You were trying out your new power. First, you asked him to switch to let you be on top. You kissed his neck and chest in a way to bid for time. Usually, by now, his hands would be on your waist, pulling down your underwear. Yet, he was still waiting for a que from you.
"Carlos, can you touch me, please? Just I don't know, rub my clit until I come or something." You ask.
Your boyfriend must be a member of r/maliciouscompliance, because that's what he does. He doesn't take your panties off, he just slides two fingers and presses them against where you need him and rubs. His pace is mundane, not too slow, and not too fast that it feels like he's trying to start a fire. It's just right, the perfect tease.
"You know, you're not very good at this. I know you're all about the flow of things and you shut off your brain when we fuck, sweetheart. But don't make me teach you a lesson here." He says.
You wonder what he means. You can feel his hardness under you, despite the layers of cotton there. You're not a tyrant, so you rub against his cock, needing more. Your futile moans of "Carlos please." don't earn you anything. You're wet, so close thanks to the new stimulation and his repetitive rhythm. You cum and as soon as your boyfriend senses it, he stops.
"Carlos, what the actual fuck?" you ask, your orgasm ruined. He'd never pulled that move before, always touching you more, so you could ride it out, going until your thighs clamp against him in a vice grip.
"You said to rub your clit until you came. You came. I did my job, no?" He replies, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Oh,so that's how he was gonna play it. Well two people could tease.
You tell him to take off your underwear and his too. Tossing your boyfriend a condom, you ask to see him put it on. He hisses as his fingers trail down his length. Truth it, he's just as needy as you. He was just better at hiding it.
"Do you have a favorite position, hmm Carlos? I wanna see it." You ask. He uses his strength to flip you, ass up in the air. Even in this, he's still careful. With your back arched and face half-burried in the pillow, you say.
"Show me your passion, I want you to go fucking feral, use me like there's no tomorrow."
And he obeys. He burries himself to the hilt inside you. He could be snarky and wait for you to ask him for every thrust. But he lacks the patience for that. He pulls out, almost all the way and thrust back in ferociously. Every "faster" and "harder" he follows. Carlos feels you clench around him, and says.
"If you wanna cum properly, you have to ask. Give team orders to your roque driver."
"Carlos Sainz, you better give me an orgasm and fuck me through it, unless you." You don't get to finish your thought, because your boyfriend's hand makes its way to your clit. This time he makes sure you feel everything to the fullest, giving you more and more. When you recover from your orgasm, you notice that he's still desperate to cum too. You know his tells. His hands gripping your waist a little stronger. The faint drops of sweat on his forehead. The way his thrusts are slower. You could show him that revenge is best served cold. But you can't resist him just after he blows his load, the moment where he's still fucking into you, as if intent on making it stick. On making your pussy memorize the shape of his cock.
"Carlos, fuck, go ahead and come. You deserve it, pretty boy." You say and watch him as he falls apart, bottom lip between his teeth.
You're both spent. After he cleans up and tosses the condom in the trash and you pee, you melt in his arms.
"I think this made me sweatier than Miami." He says. Aftercare sweet talk was obviously not his forte.
"I think that if we go for a second round, my work shift will end. Wanna make your girl steal some company time?" You reply.
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University complaining, feat Ratchet
A/N: Iâve got a lot of school stuff going on right now and for the next two weeks, but I wanted to post something, so you can read about the reader complaining to Ratchet about how uni sucks
âHey Ratch?â you called from the couch.
âWhat is it?â he asked, turning to look at you, instead of his computer screen.
âDo you want to write my last two essays for me? Iâve done so many assignments in the last month that I feel like if I write one more word, Iâm gonna explodeâ you groaned.
âI would like to help you, but Iâm not really knowledgeable about your area of study. Besides, youâre the one whoâs supposed to be learning the things you need in order to write those essaysâ Ratchet stated.
âI know, I know, but you canât fault me for trying. The end of the semester is always super busy and Iâm getting annoyed with the amount of exams and assignmentsâ you sighed tiredly.
âYou need to remember to rest too. You should take a breakâ
âI canât, I have an exam tomorrow, and I need to finish this book for itâ you said, raising your tablet you had the ebook on.
âYou can take a half an hour break, itâs the late afternoon and youâve been reading since you got here in the morning. You wonât retain information as well when youâre getting tired"
"Iâm not even that tired, Iâm more annoyed, and hungry, and my eyes kind of hurtâŠâ you trailed off. âI see your pointâ
âGood, then youâre going to take a break?â Ratchet inquired.
âOn one condition. Youâre going to take a break too, youâve been working since before I even came here, so you definitely need oneâ you noted.
Ratchet knew you had a hard time taking breaks, and you wanted to just push through it when you had to do something. So he always conceded when you made him take a break too, since that got you to take one too. You also sometimes seemed to forget that you needed to eat and drink. Or that you shouldnât stare at screens for so long continuously.
âFineâ he rolled his optics.
âGood, now that weâre in agreement, can you take me to get some food? Iâm starvingâ
âOf courseâ Ratchet smiled.
âAh, that smileâs gonna keep me going for the rest of the dayâ you smirked. âAnd the food is gonna help with that tooâ
Ratchet rolled his optics with a scoff, but you could see his smile widening. The old bot wasnât nearly as grumpy as you had thought when youâd first met him. It had been a couple of years since you and the autobots first crossed paths, but it felt like that time had gone by in the blink of an eye. You were finishing your second full year of university, and the decepticonâs activity had been on the quieter side for a few weeks now. You hoped that it would continue that way, because you would still rather be writing essays than trying to dodge decepticons. Getting to spend time with Ratchet was a bonus for hanging around the base. It was also easier for you to get your assignments done, when you had company. You could both just work on your own stuff, while still being together. It was nice. You just hoped the peaceful quiet would continue.
#transformers#tfp#transformers prime#autobots#ratchet#tfp scenarios#reader insert#tfp x reader#transformers x reader#comfort
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Action! [Daisuke x Reader]
AN: You and Daisuke decide to film yourselves going to town...that's about it. This was the winner for the poll I had! Prompt #2 will be posted eventually. I'm ngl I hated how i ended this (I'm sleepy as always)
MDNI banner: Cafekitsune
word count: 1,061
CW(S): Porn without plot, vaginal sex, Unprotected sex, recording a sex tape (is it still a sex tape if it's on a phone? man idfk)
This was all Daisuke's idea.
He had brought up filming yourselves having sex a few times, Promising you that it was for personal use only and that there was no way no how anyone else's eyes were gonna be seeing it (not that you ever doubted him, but he REALLY wanted to drive the point home.)
You agreed, honestly you were about to bring it up to him yourself.
Every time the two of you went to go record it you ended up getting way to into fucking to record anything.
Oh and there was that one time you two almost got caught...
We don't talk about that though.
So here both of you were in his room, lights down low and practically undressed. The stars finally aligning in such a way that allowed the two of you to get down to business.
Some prior teasing left both of you partially undressed, you in one of Daisuke's sweaters, and him in his boxers.
Had you not gently reminded him of recording he would probably still be between your thighs.
While you sat cross legged on the bed, he was propping up his phone on his nightstand trying to get the angle right. Swearing under his breath when the phone toppled over, or something on his nightstand blocked the view.
"You're still okay with this right?" he asked, still adjusting his phone.
"I'm more than okay with it."
You stuck out your hand with your pinky extended. "I pinky promise."
He intertwined his pinky with yours and gave your hand a firm squeeze.
Eventually he got the phone in a good spot.
He pressed record and moved onto the bed with you, Practically vibrating with excitement.
He pressed a few kisses to your lips and down your neck, going back over some of the previously left hickeys just to keep the fire burning.
Neither of you wanted to drag things out too long.
He lay flat on his back, your cue to start moving things down south. You straddled his lags, Your fingertips brushed against his stomach as you moved, causing Daisuke to tense slightly upon contact. You slowly dragged them down towards his boxers, hooking a finger in the waistband and pulling them down.
With Minimal hesitation you wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and enveloped the tip with your mouth, tongue spiraling as you moved your head down. A groan rumbled in the back of his throat as he sat up slightly to get a better better view.
Sure the sensation of getting head was great, But watching you focus so intently on giving him head? Nothing could top that.
He glanced over at his phone, making sure that it was picking everything up.
Oh indeed it was, seeing you from this angle was everything.
He gave a cheeky smile to the camera and resumed his focus on you.
With every bob upwards you hollowed your cheeks, creating an intense suction. Each one caused him to groan and whisper praises to you which only spurred you on further. His head eventually falling back to really soak in the sensation.
As much as you liked giving head, and listening to how he reacted, your jaw was really starting to ache. You held off for as long as you could, wanting to hear Daisuke's soft moans for just a bit longer.
Eventually you pulled off his cock with a wet pop, hand moving up and down his shaft in its place. Panting, You sat back, watching Daisuke's mouth fall open slightly, breathing starting to quicken. An all to familiar sign he was close.
Right before he could cross the finish line you pulled your hand away, "Babe why-" he whined.
"Hush!' you tease, you crawl forward to press a kiss to his lips.
He sits up bit more and holds you close, hands sliding up the sweater and across your bare skin. In a flash he pulls the garment over your head, exposing your body to the slight chill of the bedroom.
You go to scoot back and get ready to ride him until an idea pops in your mind.
"Switch spots with me real quick."
He obeys wordlessly, awkwardly shuffling around till he was behind you.
Instantly his eyes lit up once he realized what you were doing.
You press your chest into the mattress and arch your back, wiggling your hips slightly. Daisuke takes hold of himself and lines up with your entrance.
Much like any other time he enters you slowly, careful not to hurt you. You ease your hips back to meet him, a quiet moan escaping your lips once he's bottomed out.
You were the first to move, thrusting your hips back towards his. A surprised yelp from Daisuke makes you pause and turn your head back to look at him.
"Too soon?"
He nods wordlessly and grips your hips with both hands. "Y-Yeah, gimmie a sec to adjust."
"That's my line!"
A short few moments later and he begins to move, and you're the one who's yelping. His thrusts were harsh, each push and pull of his cock sending bolts of pleasure through out your entire body.
You cover your mouth with one hand to silence your moans which were increasing greatly in volume. However hard you tried the words 'Don't stop' and 'more' still were heard loud and clear by Daisuke.
His hands tightened their grip as he moved his hips faster, moving you in rhythm with his thrusts.
Your removed your hand from your mouth and pushed back towards him more, keening when his cock hit that one spot inside you just right. The familiar coil was so close to snapping, just a couple more thrusts and you were done for.
"Oh fuck," he whines "I'm so close-So fucking close."
"Cum for me baby!" you moan.
With a few more sloppy thrusts you both came, Daisuke's hips stuttering and then coming to a standstill as he spills inside you. You huff, trying to catch your breath.
Without pulling out he moves both of you to lay on your side, him being the big spoon. He clutches you close to his chest, face buried in your neck as you both just soak in the afterglow.
"How mad would you be if I told you that the phone wasn't recording?" You mummer.
"What?!"
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Inked Doodles
Summary: Joost loves to draw on you, you love to surprise him.
WC: 1210
A/N: this was caused by this video lmao
Joost loved drawing, it became one of his favorite hobbies. It helped him calm down and relax whenever he was stressed.
He also had a tendency to use you as his canvas. Picking up a small habit of leaving little doodles on your skin.
If you were next to him and he had a pen or marker in his hand, you were at risk of a small doodle being left on your arm, hand, or even your legs sometimes.
The marks ranged from stars and smiley faces to full drawings. Dogs, cats, flowers music notes, a little figure of you or him. Anything he was thinking of at the moment.
It was cuter when heâd leave a small J right under the doodle, watermarking it as his.
Sitting on the couch, body opposite from his with your legs draped over his lap as you read a book. Joost pulled a sharpie out of thin air, you had no idea where he got it from.
You felt the cool drag of the marker along your lower leg. You peeked up from behind your book, seeing him focused as he drew a new figure, the tip of his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth.
âJoost, youâre gonna give me ink poisoning.â You joked, moving away your leg, accidentally having him draw a line on your leg.
âAw man now itâs messed up.â He groaned, dramatically pouting.
âItâs fine I can just wash it off later.â
âI wish you wouldnât wash them off.â He leaned his head back on the couch.
âYou know I donât usually, I love your doodles, but I donât want a random stripe of sharpie left on my leg.â You giggled, then going back to your book.
Soon however, Joosts last thing he said rung in your mind.
I wish you wouldnât wash them off.
So what if you didnât? What if you couldnât wash one off?
Thatâs when you began your plan, the next appropriate spot on your arm or leg Joost would draw on, whatever he doodled. Youâd go to the tattoo parlor as soon as possible, not telling him about it.
The next time he drew on you was when he was writing down song lyrics for a song he hadnât named yet, he had to go over to the studio in a few hours.
You laid against him your arms wrapped around his torso while he had one wrapped around your shoulder and the other wrote down lyrics in a spiral notebook.
Soon you watched him stop, removing the marker from the paper and moving it to your arm. Drawing a cartoonish but cute looking dog head with its tongue sticking out on your upper arm. Thankfully not in an awkward spot. The placement was perfect.
âSchweinhund.â You smiled and mumbled when you saw the doodle. He looked at you and you saw how his eyes lit up and the gears start turning in his head.
He crossed a line through the question marks he put as the title above the lyrics, writing schweinhund right next to it.
âThere we go, that will be the song title! Thanks liefje.â He pressed a grateful kiss to the top of your head.
You were excited to see how amazed he would get at the sight of the dog being tattooed onto you. You knew he wouldnât be opposed to it. He loves dogs and tattoos, his arms being littered with silly patchwork tattoos.
Once he left for the studio, you made sure he was nowhere near your shared apartment before you left to go to a local trusted tattoo parlor.
You explained your idea and plan to the tattoo artist and they thought it was adorable. They cleaned up and made the line work a bit more neater on the drawing. You kept the tattoo uncolored, just keeping the simple outline on your skin.
The process didnât take long and once you saw the finished product in the mirror, you were grinning ear to ear. It looked perfect, just like how Joost drew it, just the way you wanted it to.
Nearly skipping down the street in eagerness as you went back to your apartment, hoping Joost would be home soon.
You were a bundle of nervous yet excited nerves as you waited for Joost to come back. You tried to occupy yourself and your mind.
You watched TV, scrolled on your phone, even washed some of the dishes, doing anything to pass the time.
It was 7PM and you were scrolling through instagram on the couch by the time Joost got home, immediately you sat up once you heard the lock on the door click.
The anticipation began again even though you were seconds away from seeing him.
He opened and walked through the door, eyes looking a bit tired and giving you a lazy smile once he saw you.
You waited anxiously on the couch for him to kick off his shoes and walk over.
Soon as he sunk down into the spot next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder.
âMmm, studio was so tiring today.â He mumbled tiredly. Placing his chin on your shoulder to look at your face, a confused small smile took over his face at your expression.
âWhatâs got you so excited looking?â He sat up, arms still around you.
âI got a tattoo.â You smiled and bit down on your bottom lip.
âReally? You never told me you were planning to get one in the past, let me see!â He said happily, straightening up.
You turned a bit, revealing the doodle he made that was now inked permanently into your skin and covered by clingwrap.
His jaw dropped slightly, your expression faltered and you became worried.
Oh no, he doesnât like it?
He brought a hand up to hold your arm, careful to not apply to much pressure.
âYou got my drawing from this morning tattooed?â He looked at you with starry eyes, you nodded.
âYou actually got my silly doodle tattooed?â He asked again after darting his eyes between your face and the tattoo. You nodded at his question once again, biting the inside of your cheek.
âYeah, you said you wished I would never wash off your doodles.â You laughed nervously, âSo, do you like it?â You spoke softly, extremely nervous.
He quickly cupped his hands over the sides of your head, pulling you in to peck kisses all over your face. You scrunched your eyes shut as you giggled.
You had your answer now.
He stopped after placing one sweet passionate one on your lips. He moved his hands from the sides of your head to your cheeks.
âI love it! How could I not? Why didnât you tell me about it?â He let out a breathy laugh.
âI wanted to surprise you.â You shrugged and looked away.
âOf course.â He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âYouâre unpredictable.â He chuckled and shook his head as he looked at your arm again.
âThank you, liefje. Youâre amazing.â He whispered before bringing you in for another sweet kiss, then pulling away to speak again.
âI think itâs time for me to get one for you now.â
#joost klein x reader#joost klein fanfic#joost klein fic#joost x reader#joost klein x fem!reader#joost klein fluff#joost klein x male reader#joost klein x gn!reader
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Time Is Of The Essence
Joel Miller x pregnant f!reader
Summary: Joel's on a patrol when you go into labour and ends up missing the birth of his daughter. But it doesn't take him long to get back and the aftermath is so frigin cute! Content/warnings: aftermath of childbirth- talks of placenta. Its just full of a load of rootin' tootin' fluff- honestly I'm obsessed with daddy Joel Miller he's adorable. Joel Miller being the best dad to his new baby. Joel Miller having such big palms that the baby basically fits in one. After outbreak, no use of y/n. A/N: I am obsessed with this fic oh my god!!! Also fun fact when i decided on the baby name I wasn't originally going to go for it but when I googled names meaning hope it was the first to appear and I knew it was a sign, and really I think it makes the fic ten times cuter! I really really hope you enjoy!!
Going into labour whilst Joel is out on patrol is the last thing thatâs supposed to happen. Heâs not meant to miss the birth of his child; part of the reason he is the man he is today. Part of the reason heâs finally stopped beating himself up and allowed himself to have a normal life. To be happy. He deserves it too and youâve always made sure he knows it.
Theyâd already been out on patrol for a while when your waters suddenly broke and as much as you tried radioing it was to no avail, they were too far out to catch a signal, so it was very much a waiting game. Thankfully, you had Maria at your side, and she aided you through every part, the best kind of birthing partner with her having not long gone through it when she had her and Tommyâs son.
The baby comes fast all in all your labour is maybe only four hours, and when word finally got to Joel that he needed to come back him, and Tommy raced to make it.
Joel rushes in the door âIâm here Iâm here!â He screams running over to where youâre lay on the couch still with your legs apart the baby screaming in your arms freshly wrapped having only been on the earth a few minutes. Sweat is dripping down your face as you coo at the bundle, Maria is behind you peering at the baby over your shoulder.
Youâre still crying reeling from the fact your baby is finally here as you grin so wide at him, and he kneels on the floor next to you.
âOh my godâ he lifts his hand to brush over his new babies head.
âDaddy, meet your daughter.â
âSâa girl?â He chokes on the words and turns to look at you his eyes glossy.
âYeah baby.â You nod trying your best to hold it back.
But when a few tears escape him, you canât help the way youâre bawling again. You know how difficult this is for him, opening his heart up to another child.
You continue to support your daughter in one arm bringing the hand of the other up to brush away the tears and he closes his eyes leaning into the touch as he lets the floodgates fully open. Not a care in the world that Tommy and Maria are present. He leans in close to your chest tears dropping off the tip of his nose as he stares down at the now calm bundle of joy whoâs freshly opening her eyes and staring right back up to him. Her tiny feet kicking out of the end of the blanket and heâs absolutely enthralled with her.
The nurse, Cassie whoâs just finished sanitising a few things in the kitchen comes back and smiles noticing everyone here.
She moves back over to you leaning over the back of the couch to peer down at your daughter. âCongratulations sheâs gorgeous.â
âThank youâ you reply in unison.
âOkay sweetie I just need to make sure everythingâs okay with you and that this placenta is coming okay. You gonna be okay for me to check?â
âHonestly I couldnât care less what you do right now sheâs here.â You chuckle not taking your eyes off your content little bundle.
âSheâs hereâ Joel adds kissing at your temple, before staring back down at her as she pushes her little tongue. Her piercing blue eyes explore her surroundings.
âTake herâ you whisper to him, your temples touching as you stare down at her.
âYeah?â He pulls away to look at you.
âYeah, baby sheâs yours too.â You chuckle.
He smiles as he pulls slightly away from you, jumping slightly when you wince. âOkay?â
âYeah, just a cramp.â You groan.
âJust your placenta on its way honey nothing to worry aboutâ Cassie looks up from between your blanket covered legs.
âWhy donât you do some skin-on-skin Joel?â She adds before getting back to business
He seems shy, but nods. âOh yeah, good idea.â He rips his shift over his head that will never get old and then carefully takes his daughter from you. Helping to cover your chest back up with the blanket in the process so youâre decent. Heâs so careful in how he holds her and how he moves with her over to the armchair. He sits himself back puts his legs up on the footrest and careful manoeuvres her to be laid against him. Head resting to one side, she snuggles into his warmth.
He bends his neck down to kiss the top of her head as you watch the most beautiful moment unfold. It completely distracts you from the cramping and uncomfortable feeling of delivering your placenta and before you know it, itâs over.
âYouâre the perfect patientâ Cassie utters as she wraps the placenta into a bunch of newspaper ready to take to the greenhouses to use as a fertiliser. âNo stitches, no complications and youâre both doing perfectly.â
âSheâs perfect.â He utters kissing her head again.
She stands helping you to carefully lay your legs flat on the couch to get more comfortable. She  claps her hands together as she basks in how much love there is in the room. âWell I think my work here is done, if you need anything in the night give me a shout but I think youâve got enough help round here that I wonât be needed.â She looks around the room to Joel, Tommy, and Maria.
âThank you for everything Cassie.â You call to her.
âMy pleasure.â
âThank you for all you did and helpinâ her when I werenât here Cass.â Joel utters from his chair his eyes still on your daughter.
âOf course.â
âHere Iâll show you out.â Tommy utters moving to place a hand on her back once sheâs collected her things.
âDo you want me to cook you something, you hungry?â Maria quizzes.
You groan in absolute delight. âFuck yes please Maria, I think I love you forever.â
âAnything in particular?â
âHonestly Maria I donât care, everything you make is so good.â
She chuckles, âokay fine Iâll get to it. Joel, you want anything?â
âMâgood here thanks.â He utters stroking at his daughters back.
She chuckles noticing Tommy making his way back and drags him along with her once she moves to the kitchen. You can tell heâs not happy about being stripped away from his newborn niece but at the same time you are grateful for having a little time to bask in all of this just the three of you.
Watching the love of your life become a father really is the most precious thing, this isnât his first rodeo, but you know itâs different this time. Every detail of his behaviour towards her is beautiful. His need to hold her tight, to make sure sheâs warm, happy, and content.
The room is silent as he tickles at her back her entire body seemingly fitting in his large palm. You listen in tune to her coos as he continues to stroke her.
However, it doesnât take long till she begins getting grouchy clearly hungry. So Joel carefully stands with her in his arms and brings her back over to you. âLil miss is definitely hungry.â
âSeems that wayâ you chuckle. âWill you get her a diaper too? Otherwise I donât see this ending well.â
âSure. Want me to quickly do that first?â
âPlease. Think thereâs an outfit on the changing table for her too.â
He nods. âOf course maâam.â And he walks to the changing table ever so gently placing her down before placing one onto her tiny body.
âBaby sheâs so darn small.â
âI know.â
He mumbles to her softly as he dresses her in a tiny pink outfit fit with mittens to stop her scratching herself. Thankfully, heâs able to keep her calm the entire time but as if she knows all that needs to be done has been done, she begins screaming again.
âOkay baby come on.â He murmurs as he places her against his chest, chin resting against his shoulder as her body curls into a tiny ball.
So beautiful.
Heâs quick to come back over to you and hands her to you. âGood olâ set of lungs on her.â
âShe has us as her parents I donât know why youâd expect her to be anything other than loud.â You chuckles as you move the blanket back off your chest to place her comfortably at your breast. Sheâs already finishing around for the nipple as you bring her closer and once, she gets it into her mouth she instantly suckles.
It hurts, of course it does, this is the first ever time your body has done anything like this. And it doesnât go unnoticed.
âYou, okay?â He quizzes from beside you.
âYeah, I promise itâs just a bit weird.â
âWill get easier every time baby.â
âItâs worth it for her I donât mindâ you smile at him before turning your attention back to your daughter drinking as though sheâs desperate.
He follows your gaze and gently brushes a knuckle over her cheek. âShe needs a name.â
You hum âyeah, she does.â And thatâs when you get the best idea in your head âyou pick.â
That stops him in his tracks and his eyes shoot up to yours. âMe?â
âYeah baby, give her a name you know Sarah would love for her little sister, a name that makes you happy.â
He nods his eyes glossy once more as he contemplates the reminder of his loss whilst also basking in the presence of his new hope, fresh start.
He looks back at her and you canât help watching the struggle on his face as he fusses over again whilst thinking, but you notice the exact moment he decides.
âEllie, cus she brought this big bright shining light into our lives.â
Ellie Miller, itâs perfect.
âItâs so perfect baby I love it.â He looks up at you and smiles moving to kiss you.
âThank you fâgivinâ her to me.â He whispers as he moves to rest his forehead against yours âthank you so fuckinâ much baby.â
âYou donât ever have to thank me, Joel Miller. I love you.â
âI love you so much I think mâgonna burst.â He chuckles âfuck what are you doinâ tâme?â he pulls away to wipe at a few more tears and then his attention is right back on his girl.
His beautiful healthy baby girl.
#the last of us#joel miller#tommy miller#pregnancy#fluff#maria the last of us#so much family fluff#domestic fluff#pregnancy fic#pregnant#tw childbirth#childbirth
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Dog Days Diary: Home and the Holidays. Self and Celebration
Hey everyone
Tomorrow, in America, kinda marks the start of the winter holidays, with thanksgiving, and the beggining of the Christmas season. I figured that for anyone still here I should give an update.
Iâve been very lacking with posting, I used to regularly post everyday, but as the world catches up to you, you sometimes have to slow down, but anyway, hereâs some things thatâs are happening
Tomorrow, for thanksgiving, my mom suggested we have all my trans friends who donât have places to go over to ours for thanksgiving and homely vibes. Weâre a bunch of queer weirdos and it gives me a reason to wear my ears around my extended family
I still havnt heard back from the place that was gonna do a psych evaluation on me. This is frustrating but not surprising.
My mom has warmed up to my being dog actually quite a bit, she doesnât really react oddly when I get in my gear before leaving the house, and has been laughing at my brothers corny dog puns.
I had my first shift! It only lasted around ten minutes but I was playing and barking and bowing with my dog for a while, just chasing each other and roughhousing, it was honestly magical.
Im questioning whether im one person. This one needs some explaining and may get its own post, but a fragmented bit of myself has a number of distinct traits, when when im in the fragmented state, i like being called a different name? And I donât feel like me, entirely, like im a different girl. Iâve mostly been calling her âThe Other Girlâ when talking to my friends and partner about all this. But she has a name I think she likes. It still feels weird to call her it, just as it feels weird to even suggest Iâm plural at all. But whatever it is, me and my therapist are talking about it, and it seems my trauma hurt more than I thought. (If anyone has links or advice hmu Iâm so fucking lost still)
I finally picked up the pen again, and finished a proper ref sheet for my fursona Bellsi! Iâm really proud of myself for that one, itâs been a big win to start doing art again.
I know this has been a long ass slog of a post. But if you read it all
Hi, happy holidays if you celebrate. If youre able to express yourself around your family this holiday season, Iâm so happy you found that confidence. If you canât express yourself, it will come in time, I promise. Stay safe, warm, and full.
And keep your hearts and homes open, wonderful beasts
Run fast, bite hard, bark loud
Peace, love, and gratitude
-Zith Ipeth
#alterhuman#otherkin#therian#therian community#therianthropy#dog therian#otherkin positivity#alterhuman positivity#therian positivity#alterhumanity#plurality#god thatâs a scary tag to put there. but fuck it#dog days diary
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I wrote this scene for my DQXI post-Act III fic so that I could cope with the existence of Act III. đđđ
SPOILER WARNING for Dragon Quest XI Act III:
âDo you ever feel like none of this is real?â
              Erikâs brow furrowed. âWell⊠Sometimes I feel like all of this is too good to be true. [...] Sometimes I worry that Iâm going to wake up, alone and forgotten, in a dark cell, and realize this was all a dream. Is that what youâre talking about?â
              Eleven shook his head. âNot exactly.â He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times as though he was about to continue, but the words died in his throat. Finally, he shook his head again and said, âItâs difficult to explain. I just keep thinking about them. I hope theyâre okay.â
              Erik raised a quizzical eyebrow. âThem?â
              Eleven nodded. âYou know⊠from the other time.â
              El rarely brought up the other timeline, the one he had bravely left for the sliver of a chance he could save Veronica in this one. Erik had so many questions at first, but Eleven had refused to answer them, each time belligerently continuing in whatever labor he was engaged in when the question was asked as though he could not hear it. Over time, Erik had stopped asking. After all, he understood what it was to keep a secret from those he loved the most. Certainly, El had his reasons, and Erik wouldnât burden him with inquiries.
              Over the last several years, Erik could swear he had glimpses, memories even, from that timeline, though he kept these secret for fear they were false memories. They would play over and over in his dreams and sometimes in his waking moments. El reaching for the Sword of Light, Jasper blasting him with a darkness spell, the lot of them felled one by one at Jasperâs hand, useless against the dark barrier protecting him. The visions were less concrete after thatâdarkness covering the land, fighting the monster that controlled Mia, the feeling of flesh turning to gold as he embraced her, the all-too-short grieving period for Veronica's loss, the forging of a sword, the feeling of elation upon Mordegonâs defeat. He remembered a temple and a mysterious entity, though he could not remember the form that entity took nor what it said. He remembered what he said, though, right before the Luminary departed through that gate, never to return.
              âSee you on the other side.â
              Eleven flinched and gaped at Erik, eyes wide.
              âThatâs what I said, isnât it? Right before you stepped through that gate?â
              âHow did youâ? I never told youâŠâ
              âWell, I think I can say the guy who told you that is okay. Because Iâm pretty sure that guy is part of me now. I mean, he had a rough go of it after you left. Everybody did. But we knew that if you stayed, you couldnât live with that decision because youâre too damn good. So we held on to what we hadâeach other.â
              Eleven clutched Erikâs hands in his own and looked expectantly into his eyes.
              Erik squeezed Elâs hands and continued, âI havenât talked to the others about it because I didnât know whether the memories were real or not. I mean, it sounds crazy, doesnât it? But if I really did remember what I said to you in that dumb temple⊠well, maybe it isnât so crazy after all.â Erik shook his head and chuckled, âI know it sounds sappy, and donât tell Veronica I said this, but⊠I think maybe our bond crossed the bounds of time and brought us back together. I wouldnât be surprised if that was the case for every one of us. We loved you and Veronica too much to stay behind for good.â
#dragon quest xi#dqxi#dqxi act iii#dqxi act iii angst#dqxi erik#dqxi luminary#dqxi veronica#luminerik#my writing#dqxi fanfiction#it's gonna be a long time before this thing is finished#but i had to share this anyway
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"It sure is, isn't it..."
(A little continuation from this...)
Ridel had always wanted to see the Steppe... and Vatii always wanted to show him.
(ft. @pali-himbo 's Vatii)
#ffxiv#Ridel Moonshadow#Vatii Kiri#au ra#raen#xaela#ffxiv art#ffxivart#stb spoilers#ffxiv spoilers#wolship#vadel#haven't had a lot of time getting to draw the stb stuff that I wanted to... I may not be able to finish everything I wanted#I did want to hit most story beats that stood out for my boy but that's gonna take so long#and I wanna post all of my silly SHB and EW stuffs before DT comes out hhhhh#not enough time in the day to get things done I stg#not to mention struggling to get my drawings to a place where I like them... I need to stop caring and just post my garbo#Oh well... maybe one day...#for now here's my crap. Hope you enjoy...#Enjoy the himbo hopelessly pining for his best friend. heheh.
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