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readychilledwine · 3 months

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hii!! i’m in love w your writing!!❤️❤️❤️ can i please request one where it’s azriel x reader. Feyre sees azriel wearing a ring on his left finger and asks,

” i’ve seen you wear that ring forever azriel, what does it mean? ”

” it’s my wedding ring ”

and her jaw drops bc she didn’t know he even had a lover.

” who is she? do i know her? what is she like? ”

he smiles faintly and says

” her name is y/n, she’s my mate and wife and she isn’t a warrior like us, she works at a library downtown. you don’t know her, only rhys and cassian do. we have a house in the outskirts in velaris. she is very sweet and i love her more than anything, our daughter is- ”

” YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER ????? ”

he nods and tells them all about her, he asks if feyre wants to meet reader and their daughter and feyre smiles and nods. He asks reader in the mating bond if it’s okay to bring her, nyx, rhys and cassian to dinner. reader says yes and azriel tells feyre he’ll pick them all up tonight before leaving to help his wife prepare. Reader meets feyre and become friends instantly, nyx and their daughter become friends aswell.

” how did i not know this?? this makes so much sense now. How he never sleeps here and he’s gone for days sometimes but not on missions. ” feyre asks rhysand.

”don’t worry i didn’t know for a long time either, Az is a very private person, he is extremely protective of his family. i’m glad he told me at all. either way he’s still a mystery sometimes, i learn new things about him all the time and i’ve known him for over 500 years” rhys says and laughs knowing your perfect for his brother 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️😭🥹😍

Haven

Warnings - none

A/n - I played with this for a while, rewrote it several times, and then made something that met in the middle of what came to mind, but still stuck with the request. Hopefully, you love it, dear 💜

Feyre had been in Velaris for 5 years. 5 long years and she had yet to figure out why Azriel kept a simple black band on his left ring finger at all times.

The two of them were on the couch, Rhys across from them, as they looked over maps of a few of the Illyrian Camps that had been recently renovated. The new cabins, mess halls, and dorms were a huge success, and figuring out the same layout for the remaining few was a huge topic of interest for the three smaller camps.

She glanced at the ring one more time before tapping it. Rhys and Azriel both looked at her, brows raised. "So, not magic," she muttered to herself. She tried spell cleaving it, "And not a ward or shield."

Azriel blinked at her, brows knit in silent question. Rhys had his hand over his mouth, hiding his amusement. Leave it to his wife to provide entertainment without knowing it was needed. "I-" she sighed. "You wear this ring all the time. I'm trying to figure out why."

Both of the males chuckled. "Probably the same reason you wear your wedding ring, Feyre Darling."

The High Lady made face, tapping the ring again. "Don't be ridiculous, Rhys. I would know if Azriel was married."

"Evidently not, my love."

Feyre and Azriel held eye contact, the male then going back to the maps. "Since I have extensive time in Steppes Peak, I think it would be easiest to move the mess hall here, at the base of the mountain, maintain the warroom in the carved out cave, and build better dorms here," he pointed to an empty part of the map.

Rhys nodded, drawing it out on the empty map he had. "I'm sure y/n will agree with whatever you say."

"Okay, stop." Feyre crossed her arms, pouting slightly at the two of them. "Azriel isn't married, and making up some name to make me feel stupid isn't kind."

Azriel sighed. He leaned back while dropping the scent ward he kept on himself at all times. He watched as her face fell. He knew his scent, chilled air and cedar, was the predominant one in the mateship, but now a soft floral scent, something like lavender and warm honey clung there softly.

"I've been married for longer than you have been alive, Fey." Azriel patted her hand. "I have a daughter older than you and another younger than Nyx."

He watched as her face fell, a small amount of hurt flashing across it. "Why didn't you tell me?" She paused, looking at the sleeping heir in his craddle. "We could be having play dates. I could have a friend who understands."

Guilt settled into his face as he pulled her into him. "I torture people for living, sweet sister. I execute people on your orders. I imprison people with a flick of your wrist." He tilted Feyre's head up. "Y/n has no combat training and refused to learn. She likes to sit at home writing poetry, baking, and cuddling our children. I do not bring her around or introduce them to anyone to keep them safe." His face held the ghost of a rare smile. "I think I've brought her to meet Rhys and Cassian once."

Rhys nodded. "I've met her once here and several times behind your back in town. Especially after my first niece was born."

Feyre kept her gaze on Nyx. "He could have a friend," her voice was distant.

Azriel stood, placing a kiss on her forehead as he did. "I'll be right back." Rhysand's smile grew wide. Folding the maps and putting them away. He moved to the liquor cabinet, bringing down one of his more expensive wines.

Azriel reappeared with you and both daughters in tow. Your oldest ran to Rhys, jumping on him and holding him tightly, her wings fluttering with joy as she did. "Hello, Amara," he nuzzled into her hair. "Missed you so much, baby girl. Cassian is on his way."

He walked with her in his arms to the table, setting the wine down and then carried her over to Feyre. "Would you like to meet your aunt?" She allowed Rhys to set her down and turned toward Feyre.

There was little question she was Azriel's. She was the beautiful artists dreamed of painting. Soft classic features framed with inky black hair that fell in gorgeous curls. "Feyre, this is our niece Amara. She's 56. She was my favorite suprise when I got home from the mountain."

She smiled shyly, keeping close to Rhysand. "Hi."

"Hi," Feyre didn't know what came over her, pulling the Illyrian female close to her and holding her. "I'm so excited to meet you."

Amara wrapped her arms around Feyre, returning the gesture. "Me too. Mom and I have been BEGGING dad for a while. But you know how the bats are."

The door slammed open, rushed loud footsteps and a panting filling the hall. "Where's my baby?!"

Amara pulled away from Feyre, smiling softly before moving away from all of them. She was rushed by Cassian, lifted up into his arms as he spun her.

Feyre looked to her side, noticing Azriel next to her, holding a swaddled bundle. "This is Iris. She's a month younger than Nyx." Azriel wouldn't look away from his daughter and her peaceful sleeping face. "I fear the day she loses her chipmunk cheeks."

Feyre looked around the room, trying to find the reason this was happening and felt her heart shift when she saw you, arm wrapped around Rhysand's bicep, looking at Nyx.

You were wingless, long dark hair braided back. Soft leggings and a sweater that was a few sizes too big covering your frame. Cassian had moved next to you, bumping you with his arm and smiling down at you. "He's so beautiful," your voice was a melody, a soft echo that brought calm to the room. "And so sweet. Look at those rosy cheeks."

Rhysand pulled you away, moving you back to Feyre. He handed you to Azriel, arms out expectedly. "Don't make me command it."

The shadowsinger placed his youngest in Rhysand's arms, hands shaking despite the trust between them, "Be careful with her. Please." Rhys nodded, moving over to Cassian. "Feyre, this is y/n, my wife and mat-"

Feyre didn't allow him to finish, hugging you instantly, tears lining her eyes as she did. "Please tell me we can be friends and cry about our babies together."

"I didn't realize that would even be a question. Of course we will be friends, and of course we will cry about all of the things. Our mates don't get it. Cassian, though, Cassian will join us."

The warlord stuck one finger in your direction. "Let me love them in peace, y/n."

You leaned into Feyre, "Has he cried while holding Nyx yet?"

She nodded. "Oh yeah. Big illyrian baby."

"The worst, aren't they? Rhysand, did you want me to make dinner?"

The High lord looked at Azriel, a small look of guilt on his face, "Please."

You squeezed Feyre's arm, kissing Azriel as you moved towards the kitchen. "You know where to find me if she needs me." He nodded.

Azriel moved to Cassian, watching like a hawk as the general snuggled the small babe in his arms. Amara was sitting by Nyx a look of love and adoration on her face as she sighed.

"She's perfect for Azriel in every way," Rhys stroked Feyre's hand. "I was nervous at first too when he brought her home. I was even more nervous when his fears manifested in the form of being deeply private with her. But she is perfect for him."

Feyre nodded, watching as Azriel glared as Cassian due to the loud squeak his baby had just let out.

"His girls are beautiful." Rhys hummed in agreement. "Y/n is beautiful."

Feyre moved to Amara's side, sitting next to her and smiling as her niece started asking questions.

She didn't realize it until now, but this was the missing piece. The part of the puzzle that had sat empty despite every thing around it being done. You and your girls were that lost center.

Now she just had to convince Azriel to keep bringing you around.

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mrswint3rs · 4 months

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The Pornstar Next Door

pairings- fan! Geto x Fem Pornstar! reader

summary- Geto is your biggest fan, so when he finds out you’re moving in next door he can’t let the opportunity pass by.

NSFW WARNING:

contains- filming, brief gagging and oral sex, fingering, manhandling, size difference, belly bulge, unprotected sex, squirting, shit plot

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Geto steps outside of the apartment complex, not really paying attention to his surroundings. That is, until he notices you. His eyes light up as he recognizes you instantly. He’s a huge fan, having watched all your videos countless times. You were everything he wanted in a girl. And now you’re moving in right next door.

He was so used to seeing you in a provocative light, but now, seeing you being real and human was kind of surreal.

Geto couldn't help but stare for a moment, taking in your real life appearance, having never seen you with clothes on before. You looked almost innocent, struggling to carry your belongings into your new home. But he knew you were far from innocent. In your videos, you were a complete cock slut. He’s watched you fuck so many guys he can’t even count.

But here you are, a pretty, normal looking girl. Looking at you like this, it’d impossible to guess you were a pornstar.

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He took a deep breath, trying to control himself. He couldn't show himself to be a creep, he had to act like a gentleman. “Looks like you could use a hand, neighbor.” he offers a polite smile as he makes his way over to you.

Smiling back, you shake your head. “Thanks but i’m fine…don’t wanna inconvenience you or anything.”

Truthfully, you could use some help. You had been moving stuff all through the morning and afternoon by yourself. Having to take break after break, feeling exhausted. There were no elevators in this place, and you scored a place on the 4th floor. So when he takes the box from your hands insistently, you don’t bother to protest any further at his generosity. “No worries, i’ve got no plans for the day.”

“Names Suguru, by the way. Suguru Geto, in 404.” holding the box in one arm, he extands a hand. Introducing yourself in return, you shake the mans hand. Not the name you used online, he noted.

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He helped you for the rest of the day, carrying 90% of your stuff. Not once complaining about it. You were definitely not used to being taken care of like this.

It took several hours to unload the whole moving truck. but he didn't waste any time, and before long, all your stuff was set down in your new apartment. Completely cluttering up your living room, but you were too tired to unpack anything at the moment.

“Want something to eat?” you offer, opening your fridge. “I have….”

Nothing. You had nothing. It hadn’t crossed your mind to stop by the grocery store to buy anything prior to coming here. You were to focused on getting the moving all finished. But now you felt shitty.He did all that heavy lifting for you and you couldn’t even offer a glass a cup of water because your kitchen ware was still in boxes.

He notices the way your eagerness to repay him vanishes as you look inside your fridge, quickly understanding. “It’s alright sugar,” this was the perfect opportunity for him, “How about I cook for you at my place? Stores are probably all closed right now.”

Geto didn’t exactly know what he was thinking anymore. He didn’t know if he was offering out of the kindness of his heart, or if he was just wanting to get closer to you. He’s been completely infatuated with the idea of you for so long. You being here right in front of him was absolutely insane. Just an everyday girl. His new neighbor.

Regardless of his intention, he couldn’t allow you to go hungry. Leading you into his apartment. It had almost the exact same layout as yours. “Have a seat wherever you’d like.” he urged as he went to the kitchen and began to cook. you watched in awe as he worked.

Geto worked with perfect precision, mixing, cutting and making the food look so appetising.

He put a pair of oven mitts on and opened up the oven, putting a tray of food into it before setting a timer.

While the food was cooking, he turned around to face you. There was a silence between the two of you, before he spoke again "This is quite a new experience for me. Knowing someone without really knowing them.”

What the hell was he going on about? You were confused on his random statement. And then it hit you.

A moment passed before he spoke again "I'm proud to be your fan. I’ve seen all your videos hundreds of times." he admitted with a small cheeky smile.

You wanted to deny it at first but it was no longer possible with your face covered in embarrassment. “Why didn’t you say something earlier…?”

He looked down at you with a small smirk "Why would I? You would've never come to me if you knew who I really was.” You wanted to argue with him but he was right, you would've never come if you knew the truth earlier.

"If you're willing, I was wondering if we can film a video together" he spoke up casually, not showing even a slight hint of shame in his voice.

Your face immediately turned bright red, you never thought he would go as far as to ask him this. His boldness was unexpected but his words were like smooth honey to your ears.

You hesitated, unsure if you should go through with it. The thought of sharing your time with this mysterious, handsome stranger was exciting but you have never felt so conflicted before. Usually you only filmed in a professional setting. But you didn’t really know those men either. It wasn’t that different.

"If my request makes you uncomfortable, you can say no." he said while gazing intently at your face, he was waiting for your answer. The thought of refusing his request was out of the question now, you wanted to do this. For once, you were willing to let go and agree.

You nodded your head while still feeling butterflies in your stomach "Okay, but I have certain conditions." you spoke up. "This video stays private. You're not allowed to distribute it anywhere." you stated firmly.

He listened intently to the terms you gave him, and he simply nodded in agreement. "Of course, I have no intention of leaking anything. Just want to keep it for myself."

You felt relieved after hearing his response, glad you were in agreement. You trusted that he was a man of his word.

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"I'll set up my camera while you prep yourself," he was so happy he could die right there on the spot. “Just sit there and look pretty for me, yeah?”

Sitting on the living room couch, you strip down to nothing, making sure you look presentable as he sets up his phone.

Everything was in place, the lights and camera was set, the scene was perfect.

"Are you ready to be the star of the show?" he spoke up with a smirk, removing his own clothes. You nod, watching and awaiting to find out what he’s hiding underneath.

When he shows you what you’re working with, you’re a bit shocked. Sure, you’d taken a big dick before, you were a pornstar. But never in your life had you been faced with a size and girth like this. and he was only half hard. Certainly not what you were expecting, looking at him casually. Made you consider if it would even fit.

“how are we starting this..?”

“On your knees sweetheart, wanna get the camera a nice view of that pretty ass of yours while you get me nice n’ hard.” he instructs straight to the point, setting his clothes along with yours to the side.

You lower yourself to his carpeted floor, with him sitting where you once were. Settling onto your knees you get to work, leaning forward and pressing tiny kitten licks to his leaky tip. Making sure to arch perfectly as you bend forward for the camera. Slowly dribbling your saliva onto him, letting it run down before taking him into your mouth. You struggle the farther down you go. He was too big, already reaching to the back of your throat as you were only halfway down his length. Only being able to fit that much, you use your hand to stroke the rest. Twisting with slow strokes, you bob your head on the top half, making sure not to use teeth despite struggling to hold your jaw open so wide. “Aw, c’mon don’t tell me you can’t take it all? I’ve seen you do worse baby you can handle it.”

You try, but you can’t bring yourself to take it any further. That is, until his hand shoves your head down all at once, making you gag so hard you almost throw up. He holds you there for a moment with a growl, before pulling you back up to let you breathe.

“See? Told you, you can take it.” he grins, “how about you come on up here, on my lap.”

“let the camera see your pretty face, baby.” You obey, repositioning onto his lap, your back to his chest. His legs go between yours, spreading them apart to give a better view. One hand coming down to play with your pussy, the other groping your tit. “gonna get you nice n’ wet for me, okay?” his digits slip up into you, curving up and pumping in and out of you, making you moan. “that feel good baby?” he teases, his voice low and soft, right into the shell of your ear.

“mnn-…mhm..” you mewl, gnawing at your lower lip. his fingers scissor in and out of you for a while before coming out to rub at your clit. Circling over and over until you were a puffy, dripping mess.

“ready to take me?” hesitantly, you nod.

Gripping from beneath your thighs, he lifts your small frame with ease, sinking you down on his fat rod. Forcing the tip to go in. “shit-,” he groans into your neck, “how’s it possible for a pornstar to be this fuckin’ tight?” he was almost afraid he was gonna hurt you. Slowly stretching his way into you.

“Holy fuck…” he gasps. Looking down from above you as he completely fills you. He takes in the sight of your stomach bulging, the outline of the top of his dick visibly poking through. “m’ god..are you okay? does that hurt?” Though he finds it to be incredibly hot, he can’t help but be concerned.

“mhm…s’ just weird,” you breathe, “can feel you all the way in my stomach…”

Curiously he takes a hand to feel at your lower abdomen, feeling where he’s at. He’s absolutely amazed.. “sure it’s okay for me to move?”

Ar your nodding approval, Geto starts to gradually pump his hip’s into you. Watching each time his girth makes your stomach elevate. Picking up pace the more you moan. Nothing like in your videos. Now you sounded genuine. Each of your sounds, making him lose himself more and more. The squelching of your tight little hole, the whiny noises escaping your throat.

He loved it all. His own voice letting out animalistic moans. Huffing breathlessly in your ear. He jackhammers into you as fast as he can, chasing his high. Making sure to keep your legs spread wide for the camera. He was never gonna need anything more. The ding of the oven timer drives him to hurry up. He was already getting close anyways.

“rub yourself for me pretty girl, gonna cum soon…” he moans, continuing to rut into you.

You do ask he asked, rubbing relentlessly as your clit and spraying all over him. He loses it. Cock throbbing and exploding inside of you. Your walls clamping down on him, emptying his balls. “m’ fucking god…” he’s practically whimpering. Your body shaking in his arms.

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The oven timer steadily sounds. Hopefully the food didn’t get burned.

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velvetti · 5 months

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Taming a wild rabbit.

T/W: dubcon/noncon, gunplay, drugging, not yet proofread.

Remake to: A mole was found

(Fic layout inspired by @miyuuuki ^^)

The sky is clear today, thanks to that, Blake was able to buy some desserts. He was in a good mood after his work, even when the corner of his shirt was stained by a small drop of blood. He bought a few slices of top quality cake from many different flavors, paying with his credit card as if what he bought wasn't extravagant.

He quickly heads home after that, opening the door and greeted by a wide hug from you, your arms wrapped around his torso, the leash of your collar dangels as you move. After recovering from his shock a few short moments after, he hugs you back and you said with a wide smile.

"Welcome back, Blake!"

Blake looks at the collar on your neck before leaning in, saying in your ear, his lips curving into a smirk

"I'm home."

"I don't think it's weird..."

"Don't be stupid, who is it?"

Said the two men, both wearing a suit but one in his mid-twenties while the other look to be at least 60 with white hair and a beer belly. You lean against the wall nearby as the two men talked about your next mission, your arms crossed while trying to come up with any new strategy.

You have officially started your job as a spy about a year ago, at first it seemed like a dream job where you get to be sleathy and wear suits 24/7 but in reality, it's nothing different than a gamble to try to gain even the equivalent of a grain of rice amount of information.

It's nothing different than throwing your entire life anyway for "the greater good" to have a slim chance of actually winning or accomplishing something. You would probably be better off actually gambling with the chances that you have. At least you get paid well for every job you take.

Meanwhile, the two men in suits were still negotiating. The younger man was your agent, you wouldn't usually talk to him unless you need his assisstant, while the older one was your client. The moment your agent opened the suitcase to check the amount of money the client provided you, the older man started saying.

"And you know...There's been rumours going aroun-"

The man couldn't finished his sentence before he gets cuts off by another man in suit, the man's face is covered by a black fedora. He walks into the room casually as he asks "What rumours?". The simple question caused the client to panic almost immediately and turns back with a fearful expression, a bang went off in the horror of your eyes and your agent was shot in the forehead, eliminating him instantly. You grab your weapon and point your gun at the mysterious man as he holds the client hostage by a gun at the older man's cheek.

You yelled at him to not shoot, gaining a simple reply and a smirk from the mysterious guy.

"Do you know me?"

You mutter your reply, your tone is filled with cautiousness, a cold sweat runs down your forehead.

"Blake..."

The man simply looks down at you with an annoyed glance.

"You're only here because I escaped, and my boss is furious."

Suddenly your client started screaming and yelling at the fedora-wearing man, to shut up and let him go. Which you admit, was a terrible choice of action.

"Shut up."

The fedora hat wearing man clicked his tongue, pressing the nuzzle against the client's back and fire.

The man doesn't seem to spare you even after killing both your agent and your client, he aims his gun at you at the exact moment you aimed yours at him. You thought this was gonna be a stand off, just for your gun to be greeted with a bullet, the man missed the shot but at least he managed to knock the gun out of your hand.

He exploits the moment of your shock to push you against the wall, each hand holding your wrists back and looking down at you. You could hear him say very faintly, almost like a whisper.

"You have a cute face"

The words don't move you however, you resist the urge to call him a pervert since in this situation when you're facing a guy with a gun, it's best to not provoke any aggressive chain of behaviour.

"Where's your boss' HQ? Tell me and I'll let you go"

The man said. Did this guy seriously think you'll sell out your entire company just so you could survive? Even if you survive, the company would probably find a way to bite you back even harder. In conclusion, this man can suck your dick and go find the information himself.

You replied with just that, "Like I'll tell you, glasses. Go to hell."

However, that seemed to be the wrong answer as the man doesn't say anything at first, he looks at you with the definition of a blank expression before it turns into a frown. With minimal effort, he knee kicked you in your stomach and held you up by your arm, that kick alone was enough to knock you out. If you were a normal person, you would've coughed out blood from that.

"Stupid boy. I wished I could have killed you."

You woke up in a strange place, the first thing that hit your eyes was the dark coloured wall and ceiling. You sit up and try to rub your eyes, realising that you have now been handcuffed. You look around to see where you are, your head filled with questions but no definite answers. The only clue you had was a few tabs of pills on the table nearby and the black fedora hat that the man was wearing before.

The clues didn't help in finding an escape route but it at least let you understand the current situation a little better.

Your line of thought is quickly cut off by the sound of the shower ending, following the sound of the bathroom door opening. From your surprise (are you really surprised though?), Blake walks out from the bathroom, topless while wearing some black pants, a white towel hanging over his shoulder and one of the identical pill tabs in his hand.

He glances at you, saying with a smiling expression.

"Oh, you're awake? Sooner than expected. Is it because I'm getting weaker or you're getting stronger?"

He doesn't even seem to acknowledge your internal panic as he didn't look at you after saying his sentence, his hand popping a pill from the tab before tossing it in his mouth.

Your reaction speed didn't prepare you for the sudden kiss he placed on you, he used his tongue to force open your mouth and push the pill over to you, forcing you to swallow it by forcibly deepening the kiss in by pushing the back of your head in.

Out of self defense, you bit his tongue harshly, hard enough for it to bleed but it wasn't enough to cut Blake's tongue off permanently. As expected, he pushed you down on the bed right after what you did, but he didn't seem upset. He licks his lips, seemingly savoring the irony taste of his blood and saying again, his voice makes you want to punch him square in the face despite it being the same tone as before.

"You could bite back... How adorable, my little rabbit thinks it can scare me. Just a small warning cutie, your struggle turns me on, so stay still and be a good boy, alright?"

You try to cough out the pill he made you swallow, but it seemed to be too late as your mind suddenly went blank, your vision going blurry as if you've knocked down 20 bottles of wine. Tears are already forming in the corner of your eyes, the effect of the pull caused your body to become all weak and shaking. You mutter a question about the pull through gritted teeth, getting a reply from Blake while he holds both of your wrists up.

"Oh don't worry, I didn't poison you. Ever heard of aphrodisiac, my darling?"

Of course, it is that damn thing, makes sense why the tab pills have 'A' marked on it. You let out a deep sigh, sending Blake a glare out of spite. While you weren't paying much attention, he had already started playing with your chest with his mouth, a single lick was enough to harden your nipple.

You were about to cuss at him, but the moment you opened your mouth, Blake pushed his lips against yours again. Your body was already greatly weakened by the pill, so all you could do was frown and let out a few noises to try to get Blake to quit it.

This situation is way more romantic than imagined, you expected him to be rough and thrust inside in one go without any foreplay, at least you won't have to go through anymore pain.

You were turned on your stomach by Blake after the kiss. Your body got goosebumps upon feeling some kind of cold liquid on your crack, a few drops even getting inside you, gaining a small uncontrolled whine from your mouth. Blake kept quiet, his eyes stayed on your hole and you could hear the sound of a zipper.

Blake thrusts two fingers inside you and leans forward to place a kiss on your nape, nibbling on your neck. The two fingers slide in and out of you, the action is surprisingly gentle for a guy like Blake. When he felt you were ready, he gripped both of your shoulders and held you up, aligning your hold with his length. You plead for him to stop, but it seemed to turn him on more as he pushes you down until his tip is inside you. Then he moved his hands over to your hips, slamming you down deep on his dick, causing you to choke on your saliva for a second.

He bites on your shoulder and buries his face in your neck, leaving back marks of all sizes while also giving you a few seconds to adjust to his size. Until your breath has stabilized, he moves you up and down by gripping your hips at a fairly gentle pace at first. His breath also fastened, continuing to bite your neck to muffle his groans and occasional moan. Both of your bodies are hot and sweaty, harmonizing together despite technically being enemies.

Finally, he pushes you down on his dick, filling you up with semen and letting out a satisfied grunt. He breathes heavily, brushing his damped hair back before he pushes you down on the bed again and caresses your cheek with his hand, saying with a cocky smile and letting out a chuckle at the end.

"Not yet, darling. You don't get to leave me until I'm fully satisfied."

Blake kept his words and kept you with him, both of you fucked like bunnies in heat for the weekends and fucked daily when Blake needs to go to work. He made sure to 'train' you 24/7 in any way possible, using sex toys to please you when he's not with you and abusing aphrodisiac.

A small flame from a lighter lights up the dark alley, Blake leans his back against the wall and huffs out the smoke from his cigarette before glancing at the blond haired man nearby. Both of them are in suits, but in contrast to Blake, the blond haired man seemed much more serious as he approached Blake and said with a frown.

"Where did you take him?"

The question caused Blake to slightly lower his head, the black fedora covering his eyes. Then Blake replies vaguely, his lips curving up to a smile.

"Well... I turned a stubborn brat into an adorable kitten."

"You..."

Blake said before shooting the blond haired man on his arm, glaring at the man.

"He's mine now."

Blake leans down to kiss you on the lips, which you return the kiss with delight, your arms wrapping over his shoulder. He pulls you into the bedroom and ignores the bag of dessert he had dropped.

He grips your hair and pulls your head in his crotch, pushing his dick deeper into your throat with one hand while removing his tie with the other. He glances down at you, his eyes darkened for a short moment.

When he had pushed you down onto the bed, he seemed to be in a rush to relieve his stress since he buries his head in your shoulder the moment you laid your back on the bed, one of his hands playing with your nipple. He muttered about how harsh his day was at work.

When he is distracted, your eyes sharpen with bloodlust. Your hand grips the razor that was hidden behind the pillow and aligns it over Blake's neck. No matter how hard Blake tries, you can never forget what he had done, even then your higher up won't even care since he works for the enemy.

Before you could take action, Blake pointed a gun at your chin and continued to kiss your neck. It started to dawn on you that he expected your retaliation, the timing of the blond hair guy-your colleague and your sudden obedience was too suspicious to pass over. He hums, his other hand continues to play with your body.

"What do you think you're doing? I was genuinely turned on, darling. I saw one of your damn colleagues around this area, the one with blond hair..."

Your eyes widened, the only colleague you have with blond hair is Luka, your highschool best friend. You were about to speak up but he turned you on your stomach and held the gun in front of you, saying with a sickly sweet tone. You recognise the gun as the one he used to kill your client before.

"I was planning on killing you with this, but I missed the shot, I believe that's the best decision I could've made. Now, lick it, darling. If you don't wish for your dear friend to disappear forever."

Having no other choices, you obeyed the order and sucked the barrel of the gun, your body slightly shaking from fear of the trigger pulling any moment. He watched in satisfaction as his other hand moved to play with your underbody, preparing you for nightmare.

After what felt like an eternity, he thrust himself inside of you, but leaving you no time to adjust this time as he focuses on pounding into you like a machine. He holds both of your wrists back to pull you deeper into his cock, ignoring any pleas and any noises you make, even when you are overstimulated and sobbing on the pillow.

When you're on the verge of passing out, he has finally finished but he doesn't seem so tired, just pure satisfaction. He puts his glasses on and before your vision goes dark, you hear the clicking sound of a collar on your neck as well as feeling a kiss on your forehead.

#idk what tags to add #orginal post #vel fic #oc x male reader #bottom!male!reader #bottom male reader #male reader #mlm nsft #mafia au #original character #gun play #x male reader #male reader smut #male reader insert

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bambisnc · 3 months

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he's the one that's livin' in my system baby! [01]

pairing : sungchan x reader genre : fluffy roommates au <3 lil angst bc reader is really out here questioning their whole existence (js like me fr) cw/tw : none! wc : 516 w 0.0

10 days to go till finals. you are not holding up as well you would have liked. it's not as if you're not studying it's just.. the need to achieve near perfect status in each subject leads to anxiety which in turn leads to procrastination. shocker.

you sigh, pushing your chair away from the desk and stretch in an attempt to provide relief to your sore muscles - a result of being hunched over your notebook, doodling away mindlessly. you were supposed to have completed 4 chapters by now, but the 20 minute turned 3 hour break you spent watching random videos on your laptop very generously gave you a aching throb behind your eyes. hence the doodling, in an attempt to alleviate the pain.

..needless to say, it wasn't very successful. okay, you think, time for the last resort. you walk out of your room to the one adjacent to yours, and knock on its door lightly.

"'s open"

peeking your head in, your heart can't help but feel a little lighter at the sight of your roommate, sungchan, lounging on his bed with his back against the wall as he cutely frowns at some game on his phone, having already been through the hell that is finals about a week ago due to being in a different uni.

"i really don't know why you even borrow to knock anymore, not like i'd ever say no to you - even if you're just going to stand and stare at me~", being charming always comes naturally to him, unfortunately for you.

huffing a bit, trying to think of a witty reply, but that headache really just hates your entire existence huh? you wordlessly move to his bed. somehow sungchan understands what you're trying to do and complies with your wish without a single complaint because, in his own words, how could he ever say no to you?

pulling you closer to him, he lays your head on his thigh, draping a throw blanket over you with such gentleness that one could easily perceive the concern in his actions, maybe a bit too much considering you were just roommates.. because he refuses to address his feelings, preferring instead to hide behind flirty remarks - you've emphasized their friendship one too many times. he adjusts his crossed legs, phone long forgotten, as he tucks that one strand of hair that always falls on your face behind your ear.

you hear him mumble something about resting well. and then a feather soft, barely there brush of his lips against your forehead.

the slumber that follows after is heavenly, you swear you always sleep better around (or on) sungchan. not that you would ever breathe a single word of this to him. he's your roommate for god's sake - you'd rather suffer under the weight of unrequited feelings than to confess and damage the beautiful relation you've managed to form with the star athlete, who believes teasing you is a daily goal that he must fulfill.

on second thoughts, you're not sure how long you can keep your facade up...

old notes : so so self indulgent.. i'll make a prettier layout as soon as my exams r done frfr... [edit- doneish !] new notes : its a series now !11!!!! + [series m.list] [m.list]

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railleriee · 1 year

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Really rough dazai 🫣 like smashing your head against the headboard as he slams his dick in you

I enjoyed writing this one :) thank u for the request! I love hearing your guys ideas! I decided to go back to the bullet point type writing as I didn't really like how the last layout was. Anyways, enjoy!

Character: Osamu Dazai

Warnings: Rough Sex, safe word, mean pet names, degradation, mean dazai, crying, etc.

Reader is gender-neutral!

He’s either really sweet during sex or very rough, no in between.

completely different person when he’s rough.

Degradation is always a must w/ rough dazai

pet names like “slut” and “whore”

always tries new positions, bro bends you in different ways? You’re always thinking about how it is possible but I mean it feels good.

Definitely into tying you up, handcuffs maybe?

Loves to fuck you dumb, speaking incoherent words he can’t understand :(

Brags about how much of a mess he’s made you.

“Huh? Gone dumb on my cock now are we? Such a pretty thing you are.”

Onto the request:

I can see him fucking you against literally anything.

When he’s feeling desperate especially. The wall, a table, fuck even the floor.

Sex with him is never boring, as he grips your hair, pulling you as close as possible towards him to kiss your neck as he pounds into you.

Laughs when you tell him he’s too big and he won’t fit :(

He will definitely make it fit.

When he’s had a stressful day, that’s when he gets his roughest.

Definitely will fuck in doggy style as he pushes your head into the mattress.

Soon switches positions, you now pressed up to the headboard as you try to hold on.

Face pressed hard into the wooden surface, although he makes sure to be gentle enough to not hurt you.

Adores hearing you sob, gets him off so much.

Immediately begins to go faster as more tears run down your face.

Safeword + aftercare:

He always listens closely in case he hears your safeword.

He’d be completely soft the second he hears the word fall from your lips.

He stops immediately and pulls out gently.

Adjusts you so you’re on your back sitting up slightly.

Apologizing repeatedly, he feels so bad he got caught up in himself :(

Peppers your face with kisses as he wipes your tears away.

Once your breath calms down a bit and you’re a bit more stable, he gets up to grab you some water, before coming over with a wet washcloth in his hand as well.

He’ll clean you up so gently, analyzing any possible areas that may be bruised or bothering you.

Offers to help you to the bath, which you gratefully accept.

Run you a hot bath with bubbles, both of you settle in the tub.

He washes your hair and helps you wash your body!

After getting out, he changes you into one of his oversize tees before settling you in bed.

Goes to the kitchen and comes back with a bowl of fruit as he wants to get something sweet in your body.

Dazai truly feels sorry, he’s so protective over the people he loves, he’d never intend to hurt you.

You soon fall asleep in his arms as he plays with your hair. <3

#dazai smut #dazai x reader #osamu dazai smut #osamu dazai #dazai #bsd smut #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs smut

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 21 days

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[CN] Li Zeyan’s MQ: Burning Imprints (Eng Translation) - Part 2

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a mind quest, 灼痕, that is yet to be released on the global server! ♡

✦ Part 1 || Part 2 || ASMR

🔞 Additional Warning 🔞 Same old but more severe warning this time LOL. The steamy parts of the MQ are as explicit as they can get, i.e., some of the most explicit stuff you’ll read in a CN otome game right now, so if you don’t qualify for the game’s 17+ rating (CN server), I’d very highly recommend that you don’t proceed under the cut~ :>

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Read part 1: here!

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【CHAPTER 5】

The pitter-patter of water in the shower ceases. I wipe my dripping wet hair as I walk to the mirror, raising my hand to clear away the damp mist from its surface.

During the movement, I inadvertently trigger a slight twinge in my sore shoulders. I let out a soft hiss and pick up my phone, intending to search for effective ways to alleviate weariness.

My peripheral vision falls upon the work group that has been silent for several days, causing me to pause mid-gaze.

I wonder if the layout of the remaining placement sites is too discreet; it seems like the progress in collecting the bracelets has hit a snag lately.

For several consecutive days, there hasn’t been anyone coming to the “Elven Emissaries” to register with their bracelets. The operations of all the other projects are running seamlessly, with no slip-ups requiring documentation.

My schedule has become increasingly free. Every day, I accompany Li Zeyan to explore the restaurants on the island, trying all kinds of dishes prepared from locally sourced ingredients.

Alternatively, we also engage in activities such as diving, parasailing and so on, having a blast to our heart’s content before returning to our little cabin hand in hand, basking in the warmth of the evening breeze.

The relaxed ambiance has gradually allowed me to unwind from the intermittent stress that work brings, making me feel as if I’m truly on vacation.

I close the browser on my phone, lazily comb through my still-damp hair with my fingertips, and push the bathroom door open a crack.

MC: Li Zeyan, my waist is still sore.

MC: Not feeling up for vigorous activities today. How about we go for a spa treatment or a Thai massage to relax instead?

There is no response in my ears, but the intermittent sound of his voice can be faintly heard.

LZY (on the call): At this stage, if the bracelet is found, just directly… no need to…

LZY (on the call): As for the remaining progress, just wait for…

Progress, bracelet… Why does it sound like this is related to the collection task?

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Without delay, I gently push the door ajar, finding Li Zeyan seated on the chair, his gaze lowered as he looks at his iPad.

With one hand supporting his Bluetooth headset, he occasionally swipes across the screen, appearing to be ruminating about something.

Upon hearing my voice, Li Zeyan lifts his head in my direction. I point at the screen for him, silently mouthing the words––

MC: [mouthing] Let– me– have– a– look– too––

I snuggle into his arms in the most familiar practice, intending to take a closer look at what he is up to.

However, Li Zeyan smoothly turns the iPad to face the other direction, his voice maintaining its composure as he continues to inquire through the earpiece.

LZY: [gives you a teasing glance before redirecting his gaze] What’s the new development you mentioned?

Confused about what’s going on, I move myself to the side he has shifted the device to. But Li Zeyan, as if on purpose, raises his arm at an unhurried pace.

LZY: [tosses you another mischievous glance before withdrawing] Continue.

It’s quite a rare sight to have him act in such a childish manner. I freeze for a moment, my initial curiosity now spiking to its maximum.

After thinking for a while, I resort to being a rascal and simply seat myself in Li Zeyan’s lap, attempting to suppress him in this manner.

Li Zeyan’s breath hitches for a moment. The body in contact with mine tenses briefly, halting all movement.

MC: Hehe, let’s see how you dodge now~

Thinking I have succeeded in my plan, I raise my eyebrows at Li Zeyan with an air of complacency, then lift my hand to climb up his arm.

Li Zeyan supports his headset with one hand, and there isn’t a single ripple in his expression as he watches me drawing closer to him. As I move, a few drops of water drip onto his face along the ends of my still-wet hair.

Splat.

He stares in my direction, the light in his eyes now dyed with moisture. The next moment, the palm resting on the armrest suddenly lands on my waist.

LZY: [still on the call, while looking at you] Inform the others to proceed with the original plan as previously arranged.

The force around my waist suddenly tightens with his words, clamping down on my provocative actions.

Just as I’m about to struggle, the tight body under my legs shifts slightly. Accompanied by the squeaking sound of the chair moving across the floor, Li Zeyan suddenly stands up from the armchair.

MC: …!

My body suddenly loses its fulcrum, and I cling tightly to his neck with both arms, desperately exerting every effort to suppress the exclamation that’s about to escape my throat, for fear that the person on the other end of the headphones might hear something.

But he effortlessly holds me up with one arm, a practice he couldn’t be more familiar with, then begins to walk at a leisurely pace, neither too fast nor too slow.

With each step he takes, my body collides uncontrollably with his again and again. And being restrained by his control, I’m also unable to create distance between us.

I bite my lips tightly, desperately, having no alternative but to tense up my body to endure it. Despite having only covered a few steps of distance, a thin layer of sweat has already formed on my cheeks––

Until the brief sensation of falling hits me, and I land heavily on the rumpled sheets. Li Zeyan tosses the headphones aside and sits leaning in towards me.

LZY: You’re becoming more and more unscrupulous.

His breath, carrying with it a burning warmth, teasingly caresses my face, keeping at a distance that is neither too close nor too far. His dressing gown has opened slightly during our earlier movements, exposing the dark red marks on his shoulder.

My heart rate uncontrollably accelerates for a few beats.

MC: It’s all because you’ve been playing coy with me… Let me see what you’re up to!

MC: I’m a part of the staff; I won’t get in the way of you guys.

Li Zeyan doesn’t seem to pay heed to my words, casually picking up a grape from a nearby plate.

LZY: I’ve learned this from a certain someone.

LZY: When you don’t want to show me the drafts of your proposals, you are much more of a rascal than this.

As he says this, he peels off the grape skin at an unhurried pace and bites into its luscious pulp. A sheen of grape juice colors his thin lips, which he then raises his hand to wipe away.

Despite pouting at him, my curiosity still gets the better of me. I peel another grape and bring it to his lips, attempting to sound him out.

MC: Well, then, could you perhaps briefly reveal some information? Like, where do you plan to search next, or…

I’m still in the middle of speaking when a sudden burst of warmth is felt at my fingertips.

Li Zeyan bites into the grape I’ve held out, and seemingly inadvertently, his teeth graze my fingertips, sending a tingling sensation through me as if I were being electrified.

My fingertips involuntarily flinch, but my wrist is firmly caught in his grip.

My body, which was already slightly tilted, suddenly loses balance, and I tumble into his arms.

LZY: The benefits of just one grape are far from enough.

LZY: If you want to pry out information, I’ll need more sincere bargaining chips.

MC: Just the other day, I was perfectly fine with you watching me! And now, after getting my appetite whetted, you suddenly cut off any further information… you’re quite the rare being!

Li Zeyan hooks his finger on the sash of my bathrobe and slowly slides it outward.

As the fabric falls with a rustling sound, my body shivers momentarily from the cool air. Soon after, I am covered by his scorching body heat.

Gasping, I try to press my lips together, but his fingertips slip in. Unlike last time, they don’t penetrate as deep, just resting between my teeth and stopping my attempt to close my lips.

MC: W-Why are you doing this again…

LZY: Why can’t I?

A low, husky voice sounds from behind me. Though it’s a question, it carries an irresistible implication.

LZY: It’s just the two of us here now.

LZY: Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.

A layer of moisture clouds my vision. I moan uncontrollably, biting down on his finger.

MC: [dragging out between her moans] …And you point fingers at me… when clearly you’re the most unscrupulous person there is…

A loose laughter drifts from beside my ear, accompanied by a sudden penetrating weight.

LZY: [as he moves inside her x1] I thought a certain someone already knew this about me.

LZY: [x2] …go on, “accuse” me a little more.

LZY: [x3] Perhaps this way, I’d be willing to give you whatever you want.

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In the end, I still couldn’t coax any words out of Li Zeyan’s mouth.

Amidst the steaming afternoon heat, we’ve worn away the better part of the day once again until even our heads felt dizzy from satisfaction.

I lazily nestle in Li Zeyan’s arms, almost wanting to ignore everything else and simply “wasting” a whole day by his side.

Until the sound of a notification alert chimes from under the pillow.

MC: [reading the text] “Two more guests dropped by in the afternoon to submit their bracelets… Currently, we’re only one bracelet away from the completion of the collection task…”

…so, in other words, the conditions for unlocking the hidden surprise could be met at any time?

I close my eyes, silently running through a few minutes of mental preparation. I push myself up from the bed and sit upright until Li Zeyan’s arm loops around my waist from behind.

LZY: [poor man LOL, laughing softly] Where are you off to now?

I instinctively want to tell him, but then remembering what he did earlier, I let out a soft “humph” instead.

MC: …I’m not telling you. But anyway, received a notification in the group, so I’m heading to the “Elves’ Home Bar” to see what’s going on.

I nudge his arm as I say this and hear him let out a sigh interspersed with a little helplessness.

LZY: [chuckles helplessly] There are quite a few employees from LFG relaxing in the entertainment area there as well.

LZY: Come on, I’ll go with you.

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The sports car parks outside the streamlined building, and I trail behind Li Zeyan as we make our way inside. [6]

Upon pushing open the sturdy wooden door, the sound of melodious music wafts towards us.

Warm-colored lights dance around the spacious space, illuminating the distant bar counter and the dazzling lineup of floor-to-ceiling wine cabinets.

The recessed seating arrangements create the outline of semi-enclosed spaces where the employees of LFG are gathered in small groups, chatting, laughing, or playing games. The atmosphere couldn’t be more relaxed.

Catching the sound at the entrance, Goldman inadvertently glances over and, upon seeing Li Zeyan and me, sets down the cards in his hand and stands up.

Goldman: CEO Li, you’re here too.

Goldman: We have something to report to you. I wonder if it would be convenient for you to talk now?

Goldman clears his throat, his expression as serious as ever. I nod at him in greeting and whisper to Li Zeyan.

MC: Why don’t you go ahead and check it out? I happen to have some things to attend to as well~

Upon finishing my sentence, I swiftly make my way to the back of the bar counter and find a staff member. I cast a quick glance towards Li Zeyan, then quietly inquire in a lowered voice.

MC: How’s the progress on the collection task now?

The staff behind the counter slides a glass of champagne over to me and answers in a similarly hushed tone.

Staff Member: The progress is still stuck where it was in the latest report, but something is a little off.

Staff Member: Clearly, we’re just one bracelet away from completion, but they seem to have lost their drive, and they’ve been here playing cards and board games… Could it be that the difficulty is too high and it’s affecting their motivation?

I take the champagne and ponder for a moment as I take a sip.

MC: But given the amount of countermeasures they came up with before, they won’t give up halfway… they must have some other plan.

MC: I’ll find another opportunity to look into the situation. If it’s really because of the design of the hiding spots being obstructive, I’ll have the staff controlling the lights make adjustments.

As I say this, my gaze drifts towards those people chatting and laughing relaxedly in the distance, and I inadvertently lock eyes with Li Zeyan.

The person next to him seems to have just finished a game, and a ripple of laughter passes from the group. Another person sorts out the deck of cards and asks Li Zeyan if he is interested in joining.

Li Zeyan sets down his wine glass and suddenly looks in my direction.

My heart skips a beat as I hear him speaking in a calm voice.

LZY: I will fancy a game, actually––

LZY: ––If the “Elven Emissary” over there is willing to accept my challenge.

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[Tidbits]:

[6] ! NERDING ALERT LOL. The architectural name of the building design is more popularly known as “Streamline Moderne.” Though the geometric shapes and curves make these structures look futuristic, these designs actually emerged in the 1920s and reached their peak in the 1930s-40s, and are known to be timeless. I do want to applaud Li Zeyan’s content team b/c this was such a little detail effortlessly tied with his car model- the Mercedes-Benz 300SL Gullwing (produced from 1954-57). Widely known to be another timeless classic and a groundbreaking car for its time– kudos to his team for never failing to incorporate such subtle details, though unfortunately, I can’t gush about each and every one of them b/c that will turn bigger than the MQ translation itself ahah. also, not LZY being the only guy who got his car drawn into the event special background arts LMAO 💸😂

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【CHAPTER 5, INTERWOVEN EMOTIONS】

[Tidbits]: This is a bonus chapter (equivalent to the memory silhouette in SP MQs), described in the narrator’s POV, comprising moments before Chapter 6~ 🥺

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Set against melodious background music, a rather ostentatious scene unfolds on the movie screen.

The protagonist’s eyes shimmer with tears as they are about to deliver a passionate confession of love, and just at this moment, several indistinct murmurs sound from beside him.

Li Zeyan turns his head to look at the girl sleeping soundly next to him and chuckles softly.

The movie being screened at the island’s movie theater today is a classic example of a crowd-pleaser but lacking substance–– a grand setting with overly dramatic plotlines.

Despite the fact that this genre of film isn’t the girl’s cup of tea, she was the one who spontaneously suggested coming here. And sure enough, she nodded off halfway through.

LZY: [smiles helplessly] …

He sighs almost inaudibly, his gaze fixed on the gentle play of light dancing through the girl’s long eyelashes, casting a subtle shadow under her eyes.

These days, she often has to juggle work responsibilities now and then, and she clearly hasn’t let herself relax properly.

At the moment, the person really basking in the enjoyment of his vacation is just him alone.

Li Zeyan lowers his gaze and picks up the blanket nearby, draping it over the girl so that she can sleep more soundly.

Buzz—

His phone’s notification suddenly rings out for a moment, only to be silenced as he swiftly presses the mute button.

Li Zeyan walks out of the screening room with light footsteps and closes the door behind him before answering the call. Goldman’s voice sounds on the other end.

Goldman: CEO, we’ve got a handle on the locations of the remaining bracelets. It’s only the whereabouts of the last one we haven’t been able to track down, as of now.

Goldman: Would you want to consider mobilizing the rest of the employees and get them to participate as well?

LZY: No need. They’re all on vacation now. Let everyone who wants to unwind enjoy their time off peacefully.

LZY: Those who are interested can continue exploring in their leisure time, but do not put any pressure on them either.

LZY: Inform them using your account. Just updating the group with the clues that have been found will suffice. I’ll keep up the search.

Upon receiving a response from the other end of the line, Li Zeyan ends the call and walks in the direction of the screening room at an unhurried pace.

The project area along the coast and the highly popular tourist spots have been searched and ruled out one by one over the past few days… The location of the last bracelet seems to be a little too discreet.

Li Zeyan’s fingertips absentmindedly trace the phone’s surface, the sound of the girl’s expectant voice playing in his mind.

“‘The harvest reaped from a certain someone’s efforts during this time has indeed been worthwhile.’… I want to hear you say these words personally after seeing the surprise.~”

LZY: [laughs helplessly] …The difficulty level is set rather too high for a vacation experience.

Even as Li Zeyan murmurs his discontent under his breath, there is a touch of gentleness in his eyes.

He has closely witnessed the hard work the girl put into this project in recent days. And if he can help it, he doesn’t want her dedication to go in vain.

And even though she hasn’t said anything directly on purpose, she’s been occasionally dropping hints that “she wants this task to be realized as soon as possible”— whether it’s through her words or through deliberate or inadvertent actions…

Li Zeyan’s steps come to an abrupt stop.

The screening schedule for the theater is arranged early in the morning. She should have already known from the outset that the content of this film wasn’t something she’d be interested in.

Given that, why was she insistent on bringing him here?

After contemplating for a moment, Li Zeyan lifts his foot and changes his direction. He doesn’t enter the screening room and instead returns along the path he had taken with the girl.

Before long, he comes to a stop on the stairs of the theater.

LZY: [extremely helplessly and indulgently] Dummy.

Li Zeyan says softly, his voice tinged with the gentle hint of a smile.

A beaded coconut shell bracelet hangs quietly on the railing above, a lustrous sheen haloing it.

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【CHAPTER 6】

After only a brief moment of contemplation, I stand up and take a seat at the other end of the round table where Li Zeyan is sitting, ready to hear the rules––

First, both parties will receive five cards each, which will remain undisclosed. Upon obtaining the cards, each party can choose to propose to exchange some of their cards with a third party or keep them as they are. Then, they will proceed with placing the bets.

Once everything is finalized, the cards will be revealed, and victory will be determined by comparing the ranks of the card combination.

The rules don’t sound that complicated, so I nod to Goldman, signaling that we can begin.

The shimmering yellow glow of the light dances on the marble table top. After a brief shuffle, five cards are respectively placed in front of me and Li Zeyan.

MC: You know, we haven’t yet decided what the wager should be.

In order to test the waters, I intentionally speak up, watching as he calmly flips his cards over, shooting me a glance.

LZY: How about a wish?

LZY: Even if it doesn’t comply with the “rules” of this island, we still have to fulfill for the other person.

Whether intentionally or otherwise, his pronunciation of the word “rules” seems to carry extra emphasis. I blink, and a realization suddenly strikes me.

The progress of the bracelet collection task has currently hit a snag… Perhaps Li Zeyan wants to gain clues through this method?

MC: Yeah, sure thing.

Saying this, I glance at my own cards, my heart pounding in my chest. To my surprise, luck has favored me this round–– I have Two Pair among the five cards.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch him intermittently tapping his fingertips on the table. Displaying such subtle gestures of contemplation likely means his cards aren’t as good.

I have to seize this opportunity and compromise a little bit.

MC: I want to swap cards.

LZY: [simultaneously] I want to swap cards.

As the deep, heavy hum of the music interweaves, our voices coincidentally collide with each other. Li Zeyan and I hold each other’s gaze for a moment before he calmly takes out three cards to exchange with Goldman.

I also trade my Two Pair with Goldman, acquiring a few new cards in return. Then, following Goldman’s cue, I spread out my cards on the table.

And just like that, the game is settled in a moment–– Li Zeyan’s Joker with a four-flush clearly outmatches my high cards.

Even as I’m trying to maintain my composure, I still breathe a sigh of relief, my eyes crinkling into a smile as I turn to Li Zeyan.

MC: CEO Li’s move to swap the poor cards for such an amazing hand was rather wise, I must say.

Li Zeyan doesn’t say anything and only arches an eyebrow, while Goldman beside him clears his throat with a cough.

Goldman: Actually, CEO Li’s original hand was a straight, so it wasn’t bad either.

A straight… that’s still better than my original Two Pair, isn’t it?

MC: …Then why did you take the risk of changing cards?

LZY: [chuckles softly] Just to be cautious.

LZY: After all, judging from a certain someone’s subtle cues, her hand must have been pretty good.

LZY: Since the Joker was already in my possession, there was a high chance the new cards would either form a flush or above, so it was worth the gamble.

Calculating the probability in mind from his description, I can’t help but widen my slightly as I look at Li Zeyan.

The interval was only about ten seconds or so, and this man calculated everything so fast even within that window!

MC: [mumbling to herself] Had I known earlier, I wouldn’t have gone easy. At least, I could’ve lost with some dignity…

I mutter under my breath in a voice only I can hear, watching as Li Zeyan rises from the seat and addresses me.

LZY: [and he still hears it LMAO, ofc he does] A bet’s a bet.

LZY: Now, you should accompany me to fulfill my wish.

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[Tidbits]: Just in case it eludes anyone, they are actually playing their version of exclusive poker. I’m not gonna explain the specific terms or the game b/c it’d be a long ass explanation. But just wanted to point out that while MC was playing to have Li Zeyan win the game, the man just really wanted to win LMAO– and why, you’ll find out in a bit~ 🥺

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We take our leave from the entertainment room. The nearby and distant buildings are already veiled by the gathering darkness of the night.

The streamlined sports car zooms through the night, racing towards the highest point of the island, and it soon pulls into a secluded parking garage.

Keeping an intermediate distance, the sports car comes to a slow stop by the food-to-ceiling windows. Lights from the surroundings spill a surfeit of light through the glass, making it so that it seems we’re almost close enough to touch by just reaching out.

…What a coincidence, this is the best spot for enjoying the “hidden scenery”!

Everything seems to have fallen perfectly in place, and my heartbeat instantly quickens a little. Li Zeyan turns his head sideways and casts me a casual glance.

LZY: Come on, let’s enjoy the night scenery first.

The door on the driver’s side opens silently, and Li Zeyan seems about to rise from his seat and get out.

MC: Hang on, you haven’t yet told me, what’s the wish you want me to fulfill for you~

I grab his sleeve at flying speed, but he still maintains his calm and composed demeanor.

LZY: I don’t think there’s any need to rush it at the moment.

MC: …but this is a task that must be done eventually! If you don’t tell me, I won’t be able to set my mind at ease~

With my hopeful gaze fixed on him, Li Zeyan ponders for a moment.

LZY: [YOU CAN’T SEE ME BUT I’M PRACTICALLY IN TEARS RN] Well then, from this moment onwards, leave all your time for me and me alone.

MC: [confused] …?

I find myself momentarily doubting if I’ve heard him wrong.

MC: Are you sure you want something so simple? You know you could take this opportunity to get your hands on some even more “impossible” terms!

I subtly stress the word “impossible,” but Li Zeyan seems to have missed my hint and simply gives me a nod.

MC: …Li Zeyan, you’re really a dummy!

I straddle his lap and punch him on the shoulder, feeling a little depressed.

MC: You clearly said yourself, that you wanted to realize the collection task! Then why not seize this opportunity and ask me––

LZY: Ask you about the location to activate this surprise?

And just like that, my hidden thoughts are exposed by him. I stare into his eyes, finding myself a little astonished.

Li Zeyan lifts his hand and runs his finger down my chin, signaling me to pull myself together.

LZY: You’re looking in the wrong direction, turn your head.

I follow the direction his finger points at and, somewhat perpexedly, look out the floor-to-ceiling window.

In the next second, it’s as if an invisible switch has been pressed, and the outline of the entire island is suddenly illuminated by magnificent lights.

The resplendent yet gentle lights, akin to a cascade of stars falling from the vast expanse of the night sky, delineate the long and winding curves of the coastline.

And just like that, the scene I have seen repeatedly in the design drafts and renderings suddenly unfolds before my eyes without warning. My lips part, and my heart suddenly skips a few beats.

…During this whole time, as I spent monitoring the progress, I imagined countless times how Li Zeyan would react when he saw it.

He would probably smile, wouldn’t he? Or perhaps, he wouldn’t even be able to take his eyes off of it.

Harboring such anticipation in mind, I always wanted to achieve the completion of this task as soon as possible, so that he could enjoy this perfect surprise.

Yet, as this scene suddenly materializes before me, I find myself becoming the one who can’t tear her eyes away.

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[Tidbits]: Sorry to break the flow, but just a little refresher/ reminder as to why MC’s surprise is so significant and emotional (p.s. the BGM here is the 3rd anniv. theme btw 😭)– in S1 CH11, Li Zeyan first told MC how looking at the city lights from a height would quell his anxiety and worries. From then on, it has become one of LZY’s most prominent themes (night, city lights, and meteors). We also saw the reversal of it in the winter world (Only Tonight SP), where MC told Li Zeyan how looking at the city lights would remind her of her special person, and it calmed her down, too. Aside from the little scattered ones, some major moments where we’ve seen the significance of this reference– S1 CH 37 farewell scene, S2 CH 4 re-bonding scene (at the hospital again), S2 CH 40 memory returning, LZY’s 5th birthday etc. This is why MC’s own surprise apparently takes her aback just as much here, too~ ꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ🙏

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A soft chuckle rings in my ears, and I finally snap out of my daze.

Only to find that Li Zeyan’s gaze is fixed intently on me, and I see countless lights and myself mirrored in his eyes.

MC: You had already guessed what the hidden scenery was, didn’t you?

Li Zeyan responds with a soft hum, his palm gently caressing my wrist.

LZY: After all, a certain someone did say it was something worth appreciating with someone you hold dear.

LZY: Since every single element of it was designed by you, I reckoned my preferences were taken into account subconsciously.

LZY: During my morning runs these past few days, I scouted for locations on the island that would offer a breathtaking view. And, combined with the information gathered from the group, I did indeed make this discovery.

His voice carries a sense of ease, and interlaced with it is a confidence of calmly accepting love. A soft “hmph” escapes my lips, and I can’t resist pressing on for more details.

MC: Had I known earlier… I should have chosen my words more carefully when making the introduction.

MC: Come to think of it, the bracelets should have all been collected a while back… You were simply keeping it under wraps so that you could unveil it now, weren’t you?

Li Zeyan doesn’t deny it, leaning back into a relaxed posture.

LZY: Had you known in advance, you wouldn’t have felt the surprise.

I blink my eyes and speak subconsciously.

MC: But this surprise wasn’t prepared for me in the first place––

LZY: [cuts her off] Why can’t it be for you?

As he says this, the touch of resigned laughter colors his baritone voice.

LZY: [lets out the most helpless, gentlest of chuckles] When you persuaded me to come, you clearly said we’d be on vacation together.

LZY: Why is that after “tricking” me into coming here, more often than not, you seem to be so on edge and distracted by all sorts of work related matters?

As he speaks, his fingertips brush my head, causally removing my headwear.

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The delicate ornament lands soundlessly onto the carpeted floor of the car. A few strands of hair by my cheeks trail downward, causing a slight tickling sensation.

I lower my gaze and belatedly piece together the way I’ve had an increasing amount of free time these past few days, as well as the bet he cleverly orchestrated and won. Suddenly, a realization dawns on me.

MC: …So, everything that happened the past few days was part of your plan?

LZY: After all, a certain someone didn’t have that awareness.

LZY: So, I could only use my ways to bring you out to escape the confines of rules and identities.

As I gaze into that pair of serene eyes, I feel as if a flower is blooming within me, my innermost being silently overflowing with an exquisite sweetness.

The corners of my lips involuntarily curve upward as I lean in, resting my forehead against his. I feel enfolded by the warmth and breath of the person in front of me, and he hems me in completely, not leaving even the slightest gap between us.

MC: So, you’ve been planning this all along, step by step… guess this falls under Teacher Li’s “aesthetics of delay,” doesn’t it? [7]

LZY: Of course. Moreover, the one who gets to immerse in the enjoyment shouldn’t be just me alone.

Our warm breaths intertwine, and I can almost see my own reflection mirrored in his eyes.

A soft laugh escapes me as I lean in towards him.

MC: Well, now it’s time for me, the “dummy student,” to be proactive and respond.

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[Tidbits]:

[7] Putting the note here before we get into the intense™ scene again LOL– the “aesthetics of delay” part is a throw-back to Li Zeyan’s top-up SP card– “Exuberant Fruits of Patience” (aka When Love Matures in EN). I’d highly recommend re/reading that to find out the significance of the throwback here~ 😉

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I plant a kiss on his lips as I say this. The palm supporting my hips suddenly tightens.

His lips wrap around mine, neither too fast nor too slow, stealing all my oxygen away at a leisurely pace.

Amidst our entwined breaths, even the air lingering between us burns hot. I nibble on his lips, only to be answered with an even more intensified demand.

Sapped of all my strength, it’s not until I give a push on his shoulder that I manage to catch a sliver of space to breathe.

The night air, carrying with it a slight chill, embraces our fiery body heat. I shiver involuntarily and reach out, yearning to steady myself on his chest, but the progressive intensity of the thrusts leaves me swaying back and forth.

MC: Li Zeyan, please let me lean on you a little more…

Allow me to find a mast to rely on and continue to meet the deeper waves.

I’m not sure if I’ve actually said these words aloud, but the panting in my ears suddenly grows heavier. At the same time, my wrists are held captive by a palm soaked with moisture.

Accompanied by the rustling sound of a tie twining around, my wrists are bound and looped around his neck.

MC: [moaning] Li Zeyan…

Murmuring, I turn my head to the side and bite Li Zeyan’s equally damp shoulder.

He doesn’t speak and only releases a restrained pant, holding me even tighter in his arms.

The magnificent lights, the shimmering reflections… the colors on the car window sway, gradually becoming blurred in my vision––

–– Until, akin to fireworks, everything converges into a burst of white light and explodes in my mind.

I take a deep breath, and in the all-consuming embrace of our entangled bodies, lift my hand and run my fingers through the wet tips of his hair.

MC: Li Zeyan, do you still find this delayed surprise to your satisfaction?

With those profound eyes staring fixedly at me, he leans his head in and gently plants a kiss on the inside of my arm.

LZY: Of course… I find it even more satisfactory than you could imagine.

LZY: And I also find myself to be even more addicted (to you).

His lingering kisses wreathe upwards, charged with a passion that can set everything ablaze.

I almost forget how to breathe, as I feel even the last spark of my consciousness grow burning hot and melt into the flowing night.

The world fades into distance and obscurity, leaving only the fiery and violent pounding of our tightly pressed hearts.

And so, I close my eyes, sinking into his temperature once more.

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#gonna beat my own drum Imao 🫣 but i’m really proud of this translation piece- feel like it was done justice for how long of a wait this was #+ i tried my very best to get the emotions across to make up for not being able to write the essay as much as possible~ 🥺#now coming into gushing -- WHERE DO I FIND WHAT THEY HAVE AAAHHH 😭#LZY and his heroine truly and really are relationship goals- setting the bars to such surreal heights(/ω\。)#the way their instinct is to always give the other the very best of all + LZY BEING THE BEST LIFE PARTNER A GIRL COULD ASK FOR AS USUAL #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

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deadlyeyez · 11 months

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Hi!

I'm new to your Watcher!Wally work (the whole blog in general) so I have a few questions, if you don't mind. 🤗🙃🤔

👋Do you mind typing up something short, like a character layout sheet or brief bio, to act like a sort of crash course on your watchful darling au?

👋Do all Viewers come in red or can they come in other hues of red? ... May I be a red-pink with a slight cat's eye(liner), pls? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

👋Wally vamp????

👋Does Wally have any decadent/cozy robes or cute belts to boot?

👋W!Wally fun facts/concepts, pls?

👋Wally with ✨~Braids~✨? 🥺🙇‍♀️

You don't have to answer any of this, I'm just trying to grasp this au properly (albeit gently). Thank you so, so much for reading, keep up the amazing work! 🫂🤗❤️🍎

why hello! many many questions, viewer. i’ll try to answer all of them!

🫙 — i’m working on a small rundown of the AU, but i’ve been focusing on drawing for the most part. however, there will be one eventually, haha!

🫙 — all viewers come in red, (the same color as the light on a recording camera!)

🫙 — wally is not a vampire, although he has had to do some… vampiric things in order to survive after he ran away.

🫙 — wally has many robes! the one sewn by barnaby is simply his favorite.

🫙 — i can certainly give you some fun facts!!

wally purrs when asleep or content, much like a cat.

wally walks on his toes and walks toe heel, like a dancer.

wally is actually wonderful at singing, but he sings rarely and knows very few songs.

he can hypnotize people when threatened. this is a direct result of the viewers.

he has night terrors regularly.

he worships the viewers and is completely devoted to them. (his idol was made by himself, days before the incident with Home.)

his favorite color is actually a greyish purple.

he likes cherries instead of apples.

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hanafubukki · 1 year

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Protection From Afar

Summary: You knew Rollo Flamm was up to something, but at least you had help looking out for everyone if the cheeky grin in the crowd gave any indication.

Pairing & Characters: Lilia Vanrouge x Reader (Gender Neutral), Malleus

Notes: I wrote this a week or so ago and just had the time now to edit it. Was hoping to release this before the episode 3 update for twst glorious Halloween but was too tired lol

· You watched as Rollo barely kept his contempt from showing.

· You wondered if he knew that his actions belied his words, especially when he tended to cover his mouth with his handkerchief.

· You knew you would have to watch out for him and whatever he would try against your friends.

· Honestly, you felt terrible for Tsunotaro, who seemed to be enjoying himself, but at least he had Sebek and Silver at his side.

· And…

· As you looked over to the roof of the Noble Bell College, a bat hung upside down without anyone noticing, and you knew a certain dark fae was also keeping watch.

· Rollo was something else.

· He was apparent in his ways.

· He had admitted to knowing everything about the NRC students.

· So, you wonder why he made it so evident that he was trying to get close to you to get close to the others, especially with Malleus.

· Rollo being friendly to you was…unsettling, to say the least.

· He gave vibes that told you never to trust him.

· And you wouldn’t.

· You just wished he would stop trying to get on your good side.

· Running after Grim was a daily occurrence almost, but this was ridiculous.

· At least you knew the layout of NRC, but this city was new to you.

· And running after Grim was an extra hassle when you were trying to keep an eye out for the safety of everyone.

· I am going to take his cans of tuna away when we get back home. This is getting ridiculous.

· You would have continued looking for your companion if it wasn’t for the hand that grabbed you and pulled you into the alleyway.

· You would have screamed if the familiar chuckle didn’t have your body already relaxing.

· “I thought you were supposed to be back home?”

· “How could I, of all people, be left behind? I always wanted to wear a suit.”

· You laughed but agreed with his statement.

· You turned around and took in the fae.

· You smiled fondly, shaking your head.

· “I see you went all out trying to fit the theme.”

· Lilia chuckled as he brought your hand up to his lips.

· “Of course, love, I have to fit in after all.”

· You reached up and pulled on one of his long locks, “You really think Malleus hasn’t noticed?”

· Lilia smirked, “I have my ways to conceal myself even from him. Years of being a general do come in handy.”

· You laughed before leaning into him.

· “I’m happy you are here.”

· His arms wrapped around you.

· “Worried?”

· “You have no idea. Rollo seems to have…a distaste for nonhumans especially the faes.”

· Lilia rubbed your back and sighed, “While it might seem long ago, the war between our races still affects us today.”

· You knew how much Lilia and the others wished for everyone to get along.

· You knew the history Lilia himself lived through.

· “I just hope that Rollo is someone that can be changed with time.”

· You have seen the overblots.

· You have seen how each and every one of them strived to change after, and you hoped that it was the same for Rollo.

· Preferably without the overblot.

· When you rejoined the others, everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time.

· You went to Malleus, who seemed to be drinking a cup of coffee.

· “Enjoying yourself?”

· “YN, come, join us for drinks.”

· Us being Sebek, Riddle, and Jamil.

· The latter two teased Sebek as he…rather forcefully drank his drink.

· A glance at Malleus’ cup gave you the answer you needed.

· Oh Sebek, what are we going to do with you?.

· You reminded yourself to order an extra drink for you both.

· “Enjoying yourself, Tsunotaro?”

· Malleus proceeded to explain about his encounter with a…goat?

· You could tell how happy and touched Malleus was with his encounter.

· Oh Tsunotaro.

· You really hoped this event went without any trouble for any of them.

· But at least, you were not alone in looking out for them.

· If the one with the cheeky grin in the crowd gave any indication.

Thank you for reading 🌻🌺

Tag List (open): @justeclem44 @coraldelusiondazen @h0n3ysgh0st @thatdazaikin

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lovusopp · 1 year

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hi!! i love your layout it’s so cute!!

may i request usopp reuniting with his s/o on sabaody after the 2 yr time skip?

please and thank you!! <33

a/n ahhhhh thank you!! im so glad someone requested usopp content! congrats on being the first request i ever completed! my writing feels clusmy tbh but i'll get better eventually :') i hope you enjoy it <333

— REUNITING W/ USOPP, TWO YEARS LATER

summary after training on their own for two years, the straw hats reunite on the sabaody archipelago, eager to see each other again. among them, two members looked abnormally nervous. seeing your significant other for the first time in two years is a nerve racking situation, indeed.

✰ cw none, except the sabaody reunion being romanticised maybe?? (they actually get time to party before leaving for their next adventure) ✰ wc 1.3k ✰ gn!reader

so today is the day... you thought to yourself, unusually anxious. sabaody looked just how it did when the whole crew was forced to leave it, two years earlier. yet, something had changed. you changed. you welcomed this new beginning with a sense of courage and renewed ambition. and it seemed like the rest of the crew shared the same state of mind.

the first crewmate you came across was robin. your initial reflex was to jump into her arms ; what a relief it was to come across another straw hat a few minutes after setting foot on the island! you couldn't help but gasp seeing how much she had changed. had everyone changed so much in only two years? had you changed too? your archeologist friend assured you did, and for the better.

you both walked enthusiastically to the sunny, only to stumble upon franky nami and chopper, who apparently got there before you. it didn't took you long to realise that there was no use in dreading this reunion. everything stayed as it was before your separation. as soon as sanji arrived, he started making drinks for everyone. brook was playing music and singing as passionately as before, and luffy and chopper were both running around, impressed by franky's new gadgets ; a familiar scene.

as happy as you were, one question could not leave your mind. "has anyone met usopp on their way there?" you finally asked, not concealing your concern.

you heard luffy's iconic chuckle, which slightly swept away your worry. "he'll probably arrive shortly!" he said, before biting into a piece of meat sanji had given him.

"maybe he sank trying to get here." you choked on your drink, struggling to breathe in again. why did robin have to say such bleak lines every time? and how could she say that with such a straight face? you shook your head, trying to chase any thoughts of your loved one getting hurt.

going two years without seeing your boyfriend was hard, and worrisome. first, because usopp was usopp, and you could easily imagine him ending up in situations he did not want to get into in the first place. you knew he could be stronger than what he seemed, but you also knew the poor man lacked confidence, and that kept him from unleashing his true potential.

then, you couldn't help but wonder if he fell out of love. what if he had met someone else? these thoughts were irrational, and you knew it. but on some lonely nights, you couldn't help but let these anxieties get to you. and now was not the time for said anxieties to come back!

your drink now finished, — half of it ended up on the floor after you spit it out — you got up and walked around the sunny, looking out for any signs of usopp arriving.

instead of seeing anyone, you heard someone. "h-hey y/n ! it's been a long time right? haha..." the voice paused for a second, "no no, it sounds too cliché-"

you had to cover your mouth to stay quiet, not knowing exactly if you were holding in a gasp or a laugh. was usopp rehearsing your encounter this whole time?

the sniper cleared his throat, before trying again : "y/n !! i hope you didn't miss me too much!"

now it was clear ; you were holding in a laugh. you could picture exactly the face your stupid lover was making as he was reciting his lines. you had to see that.

approaching the stern, you leaned on a fence, trying to cautiously look over the ship. your eyes opened wide as you finally got to see your boyfriend. he changed a lot. he was probably the one who changed the most among the straw hat pirates — franky aside, obviously.

usopp kept walking in circles, scratching the back of his head, and you couldn't help but admire how long his hair got. it looked like he didn't cut them at all while you were separated. you looked forward to the time you will be able to play with it, like back in the days. he also grew a goatee! you didn't think it would look good on him, but he proved you wrong.

what was the most striking was how muscular he had become. what had happened to the little guy you unwillingly left behind two years ago? he really did train a lot. just like everyone. a feel of pride traveled through you, making you smile foolishly.

when you finally decided it would be time for you to call your boyfriend's name, your eyes met, and locked. both of you looked ashamed. you felt guilty about spying on him, and he was embarrassed after realising you had probably heard him overthink your reunion.

"oh." usopp remained silent for a few more seconds, before tensing up suddenly. he tried to blurt out one of his pre-made lines ; "o-OH HEY Y/N !! it's been a long miss me right? UH NO i meant—"

you did not wait for him to make a bigger fool of himself, and jumped off deck carefully right into his arms, making sure you won't fall over. tears threatened to spill out your eyes. "yes, it's been a long time," you said, pulling back from usopp's tight grip, "and yes, i missed you. a lot."

you placed a hand on one of his rosy cheeks, his beam almost turning you blind. "yellow suits you!" out of all the things you wanted to tell him, this is what you chose to say. "i knew you would like it." luckily, usopp did not seem disappointed at your reaction. you could have said anything, and he would have willingly played along.

"there are so many things i need to tell you about! like that time when—" you gently flicked his forehead, stopping him mid sentence. you also wanted to talk with him for hours, catching up on each other's lives, but you had to stop him, for now. "get on board and say hello to the crewmates you've been ghosting for the past hours!!"

"please don't tell them you caught me talking to myself." you gave usopp the silence treatment as you both walked towards your friends. "please!" he added, looking overly worried. "i won't." you finally answered, relieving the poor young man. everyone greeted him warmly. the straw hats were finally reunited, and all the worries that anteriorly occupied your thoughts were now gone. nothing had changed at all. . . .

as expected, the reunion party lasted a long time and, as tired as the both of you were, usopp and you volunteered to be on night watch. you needed sleep, but you needed to spend alone time together even more.

you tried to muffle your giggles as usopp was telling you about one of his great adventures, but his way of telling stories always had you laughing a lot.

"and then the island threatened to swallow the poor heracles!! he's lucky i was there to save him!" the professional liar looked so proud as he was annunciating his stories, you couldn't help but look at him with admirative eyes. he had missed this stare a lot. back on the bowin islands, there was no one to make him feel so warm, so cared for, so loved.

you did not know how much of this story was true, and you did not care. scooting usopp closer, you finally pressed your lips softly against his. you had missed this simple gesture of intimacy so much, and now that you got to feel his lips again you wondered how you managed to survive two whole years without him.

"i'm proud of you, usopp." you said, greeting him for the exploit he had just told you about. he adored the way you never questioned his stories. the way you seemed to understand him so well, like no one ever could. in a way that felt less hesitant than before, he rested his arm on your waist, pulling you closer to him. the air was chilly, but in this embrace, you both felt warm.

"thank you, y/n." he paused, before adding : "i love you."

#one piece #one piece one shot #one piece x reader #gn!reader one piece #gn!reader x usopp #god usopp #usopp x reader #usopp fluff #one piece fluff #one piece drabble #one piece hc #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #usopp x you #usopp x y/n

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catreginae · 5 months

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Thou Shalt Not Fall: Dungeon Crawl

Warriors gets to actually explore a dungeon for the first time and he's not impressed. His determination to speed up the process leads Warriors to discover new things about himself. I got some ideas for this chapter from nitroish! It also won a tumblr poll, so it goes up now! Surprise!

If there was one thing that Warriors was thankful for, it was that he didn't have to deal with dungeons at home. That wasn't to say that the war was a pleasant alternative but at least the fate of Hyrule didn't depend on his ability to transverse an ancient, decrepit temple because he was pretty sure his skill set wasn't exactly suitable for it.

He was more than happy to let the others lead the way, now that he was physically able to explore one with them. Apparently, letting the others lead the way actually meant studying the architecture while the group studied the room and debated on how to solve the puzzle if the solution was immediately obvious to the veterans. He liked a good problem that needed to be solved – that was the basis of strategies. However, Warriors just found that he wasn't that interested in the puzzles the dungeon had to offer.

"Not a dungeon guy, are you?" Wild asked suddenly, breaking Warriors away from his one-sided staring contest with a wall.

"Nah. Some confusing fort layouts, maybe, but nothing on this scale. What about you?"

"I had shrines, and mobile fortresses called the divine beasts. They required me to think outside the box sometimes but the shrines are more like... a couple of rooms of a temple at most. The divine beasts were like a small temple, I guess? Either way, this is a lot bigger."

Well, at least he wasn't entirely alone in feeling at least a little bit out of place.

"Oh, we're moving on."

Warriors followed the group into a new room that was rectangular shaped, with a locked door to his left, some sort of indentation in the wall in front, though it was too high up for him to see what that was all about, and a regular door with a regular handle to his right. There were no monsters in the room to speak of.

Legend was busy looking at the map.

"Our key is up there. In the indentation."

"You sure?"

"The compass says so."

Warriors tuned out their conversation to turn his attention to the locked door. Maybe they could skip the key entirely if he could just destroy the door. However, he began to doubt himself when he realized that the door was thick metal and the door had an internal lock. He had superhuman strength but there was a limit as to what he could do with it. He could try to break it, but he didn't exactly feel like breaking a bone if he was right about the door being too thick. He wanted to be able to get through at least one dungeon without breaking a bone. His track record wasn't great so far.

"To get back there, we would have to go through three more rooms and then the way up would be in the fourth," Legend mumbled. "I don't think there's any treasure chests in those three rooms and nothing that looks like a miniboss room. If we got that chest now, we could skip all those rooms."

"Wild, Warriors, I think you two would be our best shot. We don't have a hookshot or clawshot target, so that's out of the question. I think it's down to Wild being able to climb up or Warriors being able to jump," Four said.

Wild wasn't the kind to say no when he somebody told him to go climb something, so he all but ran to the wall, running his hands over the texture. After a moment, he turned around and shook his head. "It's too smooth for me to climb. I'm pretty good but this is like the walls in the shrines. Somebody thought ahead."

"Wars?"

He eyed the distance. He was pretty sure that it was too high for him to jump, even with his vampire powers. It wouldn't be a problem if he had more of the same kind of powers that the real vampires because they could walk on walls and ceilings like they were floors. Or fly. If he could just do one of those things, he could get the key and they would be one step closer to getting the fuck out there.

His gaze caught Time's.

"You can do it."

Warriors wasn't sure if Time knew he was thinking about the wall crawl, or if he really did think he could jump that high. Regardless, he wasn't going to learn anything if he didn't at least try to jump and see how high he could get. Maybe somebody had something that could cover the gap.

"Here goes nothing," Warriors muttered, mostly to himself, as he pushed his fangs out and retreated to the back wall to give himself a running start. He counted down to three in his head, then ran as fast as he could towards the wall.

He jumped.

And didn't get anywhere near the top. He got maybe three quarters of the way there before he found himself bracing his hands and feet against the wall as he started to slide down.

No no no no.

He gritted his teeth, letting himself hiss under his breath. He wasn't going to lose his progress. Warriors was going to get to the top so they could all leave the damn temple and he could get on with his day. He wasn't going to sit through through four more rooms just to get the key when it was right there mocking him.

Suddenly he stopped sliding, staying completely planted in the middle of the wall with nothing holding him there. Somebody below him gasped.

Was this it? Was this really it? Could he actually have more vampire powers than he thought?

Warriors removed one hand and when he stayed where he was, he removed the other. His feet remained where they were at, planted flat against the wall. He let out a breath he didn't know he was even holding.

More confident, he stood up, ignoring the strange change in perspective. Instead, he chose to focus on his feet, focusing on walking and tuning out everything around him. Before he knew it, he could see the chest, so he quickly stepped over to it and opened it up before any higher being decided to change their mind about giving him more powers. With the key in hand, he walked back to the edge of the platform and jumped down to meet the others, ignoring the pain shooting up his legs but the pain wasn't agonizing so he figured they weren’t broken. He was too excited to let the pain sour his mood.

"Wars! That was soooo cool!" Wind exclaimed as Legend swiped the key out of his hands. He could tell by the look on the veteran's face that he was also curious about what he just saw but he was also just eager to move on. Finally, they were picking up the pace. "What was that?"

"We'll talk later. Let's just focus on the dungeon first," Warriors answered as the door was opened and everybody began to file into the next room.

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After another hour of exploring, they killed some giant skeletal creature and Legend was the proud owner of a whip, which was all well and good considering he never quite took his eyes off of Sky's whip. He was testing it out just a few feet away from their campsite but he clearly needed some more practice with it. Sky was with him, his own whip in hand as he gave Legend some tips.

Warriors was debating on whether he was going to hunt or beg Wild to have some bottled blood. He wasn't sure if his exhaustion had anything to do with the powers he just discovered but he hated feeling tired when the sun was just starting to set. That was supposed to be his awake time!

"Hey, you can sleep after you explain yourself."

"I thought you were playing with your new toy."

"It's story time now."

Warriors sat up a little straighter when he realized that everybody was looking at him. He took a breath and collected himself.

"The vampires call it wall crawling. They can walk on any solid surface by ‘sticking’ to the surface, essentially. They don’t need it on the ground obviously but they can walk up walls and stand on ceilings. It's something I knew they could do but I thought that being half vampire meant that I wouldn't be able to do it."

"That's so much better than my climbing skills."

"Nah, your climbing skills are actually pretty impressive. You're the only the Hylian I know who could climb such steep surfaces with little to no gear," Warriors said. "Vampires use magic whereas you are just full of skill and the determination to get where you want to go."

Wild beamed.

"Wars, have you thought that you couldn't possibly have more powers than the strength and speed this whole time?" Hyrule asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Warriors nodded. "They tried to get me to do the same things they were doing, for a quite a while, but I struggled to do any of it. There was no sign that I had anything other than the strength and speed. I just gave up and figured it wasn't meant to be. I'm not even very good at magic in the first place. All I had before turning was my focus spirit, but that just enhances my muscles and my ability to hone in on a weakness."

"Being physically able to do magic is only part of how magic works. If you are physically able, and learned how to do it, most of the fight is intention. You kept telling yourself that you couldn't, so you basically made sure that you wouldn't be able to. Whatever you were feeling today while you were doing it, keep that with you and think about it every time you want to do it."

The captain could only blink at Hyrule. He was the most skilled with magic so Warriors knew he should take his words to heart, but it was also something he just had to give himself a moment to process.

It didn't help that the vampires couldn't exactly explain how to do it either, not that he blamed them. It came naturally to them, so it must have felt like they were trying to teach somebody how to breathe. Even the most basic abilities, like the ability to retract his fangs hadn’t come naturally to him. He supposed that in hindsight, he should have been able to see that just because it didn't come naturally didn't mean that those powers were completely inaccessible. He was just too frustrated at the time, much like he was getting frustrated just thinking about it again.

It was irritating that he just gave up like that. He had no plans to use his powers back then, even if he could use them, simply because he hated the fact that he was a vampire at all. However, it just wasn't like him to have given up so easily.

His frustration must have been palpable because Hyrule raised his hands in front of him. "Wars-"

"It wasn't anything you said," Warriors replied, running a hand through his hair. "I'm just overthinking something..."

Thankfully, he didn't have to think about the memories anymore because he was joined by Wind, who came bursting into his personal space to access his ear. "When you start using your new power to prank somebody, let me know. I want in."

Oh.

OOOH.

Fun fact about this chapter: some of it was written while I was struggle with The Past: Teaching Old Vampires New Trick. I think I finished this one before I finished The Past arc, so I really made sure to make Warriors doubt himself and his powers in The Past so he could get mad at himself here. This story is still largely episodic but is still sequential in nature as far as the current timeline goes, so I do my best to make sure previous events or discoveries kind of inform the collective knowledge of the chain. I can move chapters up and down fairly easily but I still have to make sure the collective knowledge still makes sense. I feel like this is a big moment so I will definitely have to do a thorough review of all unpublished and still in progress chapters to see if this power is actually useful in other circumstances. It feels like I'm playing chess against myself sometimes.

#catreginae: thou shalt not fall #linked universe #linkeduniverse #my writing

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Situation: it is fall, which means it is almost December, which means it is time to begin my annual installment of my Nya Being A Gotdamb Menace To Nadakhan During Skybound series. (not the actual name, but that's the gist of it.) I am currently in the outline/sandbox writing phase.

Problem: based on the timeline I'm working with and some of the themes I want to mess with, 95% of this installment has to occur in that bridal suite Nya's stuck in during episode 63. based on key points in my outline, this means I need to nail down a solid floor plan, because unfortunately I write fic the same way I used to stage manage, so I must have tabs on all my actors or I literally cannot work.

Solution: rewatch episode 63, which has prolonged shots of the suite.

New problem: upon examining a bunch of screenshots, it appears that this suite is some kind of TARDIS or perhaps an Escher painting, because I can't wrap my head around the layout.

New solution: show you all example screenshots and notes to either get someone to help or just make sure all of us are mad together.

(I would tuck this under a cut to make this more convenient, but I had to try and parse this, and as my followers I insist you all join me, because maybe someone will help me get an answer.Apologies for the potato quality, by the way - I had to Discord myself my notated shots from my phone.)

The first thing hindering me is that Dogshank's big fuckin helmet blocks most of what would otherwise be decent shots of the room. This also includes all shots of the biggest mystery to me: whatever the fuck is happening with the pillars and canopy in the middle. I think there's a better shot of it in 64 that still doesn't clear up what this thing is, besides the fact that it's not a bed or anything actually useful.

Also, somehow, we never get a clear shot of the walls. Like, ever. But in the corners that aren't full of the 'shank, we do get some info about windows!

net info gained: we have two walls of windows and some kind of pointless canopy taking up fifty percent of the floor. also, lots of hexagons.

At the very least, I need info on the windows for Plot Reasons, and boy howdy do I get it! Except it sucks! Pay attention to the notes about the temple shape/weird duplication happening if you want to, but here's my biggest gripe (and I know this is probably because of them reusing the temple assets without thinking too hard about how they designed the interior, but if it's present I feel like I have to work around it): THOSE BARS DO NOT MATCH. That is a DIFFERENT window entirely.

Oh, and speaking of the bars: the only thing consistent between the two shots is perhaps the DUMBEST thing wrong with these windows. Can't see it? That's because it's not even there. Look:

You know that Bionicle movie where the one guy goes "haha makes glass?" That was NOT a sentiment the builders here took to heart. (One plus of this situation: I can make this a plot point. I think. I mean, clearly the Hagemans did it just fine. Tune in in December to find out!)

net info gained: it's probably freezing up there.

Anyway, onto the next issue: unless this conversation takes place at a third wall of windows that I somehow missed (not likely as they're VERY TALL AND OBVIOUS), then this door is either decorative, or it moved, and either way it should open onto dead air. I mean, it doesn't given that Nadakhan waltzes in and leaves with Nya with no incident, but based on the long-distance shot of the mismatched windows... I'm reading too much into this, huh?

Anyway, corporate needs you to find the difference between these two pictures:

net info gained: this is one of the following: some kind of suicide door that keeps moving around to keep Nya trapped inside, me being an idiot, or just really bad foresight on the animator's part.

Also, this isn't part of the suite, but I wanted to include it anyway because... well, why not?

net info gained: Nadakhan's got something against functional windows, I guess. Either this was boarded up to accommodate the giant ceremony space on the ground floor or he's got, like, a darkroom in there where he's got a bunch of cronies trying to replicate that antique photo of Delara, because once again: haha no glass!

JUST WALL.

Anyway: rant over. Send help. I'm giving up and DIYing a floor plan that has somewhere between 1 and 4 walls of windows and furniture that's not just potted plants and weird little side tables.

#ninjago skybound #lila speaks #LIKE SERIOUSLY WHAT #vote for me as Skybound President. I pledge to make the interior design make SENSE

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[background template source!]

hmm yknow what. maybe i was supposed to describe the unique magic in that bottom box. oh well teehee!!!!!

updated references for twst rsa ocs Char and Dañarte!!!!! for now. i'll add them to artfight soon!!! I was gonna do another one for Dañarte's Scarabia Era but I worked on these all week.... so i'll just do that one separately sometime maybe lol. anyway i've posted about these guys a lot as u can see from the tags i gave them on my blog, BUT my main origin post about their soap opera lore is really long and intimidating to read.... I have a shorter lore post here, but JFKSJLDJFKLDS.... finding these templates made nice, more condensed intros for them lol. and I [slightly] updated their looks so they aren't just carbon copies of what the seven dwarf characters are wearing!!!! but i'm bad at clothing design so i didn't really change them much!!!!

also i tried to be careful but my handwriting is Bad so i'll retype the info / talk more under the cut.

First guy: CHAR

Age: 18

Best Subject: Animal Languages

Birthday: March 19

Class: 3-C

Club: Fencing [does rsa have a fencing club. idk. they do now.]

Height: 175 cm

Hobby: Horseback Riding

Homeland: Shaftlands

Likes: Arts & Crafts, Shellfish

Dislikes: Keeping Secrets, Beets

Unique Magic: Unknown [I haven't decided one for him yet, and I may simply make him a late bloomer who hasn't discovered his yet lol]

Extra info:

Favorite Stones: Pink Opal & Chrysoberyl

Older Cousin to Dañarte

Long-lost childhood friend + new love interest to Cater

Source Character: Prince Charming from Cinderella

Second guy: Dañarte*

Age: 17

Best Subject: Ancient Magic

Birthday: February 13

Class: 2-C

Club: Equestrian Club

Height: 182 cm

Hobby: Writing Speeches

Homeland: Shaftlands

Likes: Planning, Grain bowls

Dislikes: Tenderhearted people, Undercooked meat

Unique Magic: Kiss of Frost: He kisses something or someone and temporarily freezes them ICY STYLE!!!!! or something like that. idk it doesn't kill people[???? maybe it could. idk.] but it don't feel good. Perhaps the area of frost can vary as well, like a small smooch spot vs spreading through the whole body? We gotta workshop it a bit more I'll get back to u on that someday. maybe.

Extra info:

Favorite Stone: Apatite

Char's younger cousin

"Love interest" to Cater + later on, Jamil...

Source Character: Hans from Frozen

RSA -> NRC -> Scarabia [He gets expelled and/or leaves RSA for whatever reason, I still haven't come up w/that part LOL... and ends up at NRC post breakup with Cater and gets sorted into Scarabia.]

* Disclaimer bc I feel the need to point out whenever I bring him up about his name lol- Dañarte isn't truly a name, it's just a spanish verb that's like "to hurt you". his character literally spawned from a convo I was having with a friend when I was trying to think of a name for Char, and something I said got autocorrected to Dañarte, and we made jokes about an evil princely character... so he became his own thing and I just kept that as his name lol.

anyway. i like talking about them but i also get shy and embarrassed about it klfjslfjks. also i probs did not draw them to scale bc life is hard. so are colors. i went very basic bc im scared but im trying to remember how colors work again in our year 2024 or whatever. WAHOO FUNNY LITTLE GUYS!!!!

shoutout to op of this template [@unfinished-projects-galore] making me sit here and consider the lives of these boys a lil more w/that bio layout. i was tempted to put summoning as Char's best class but WHAT do they summon. tell me idia what does that MEAN - jk it's probably like how juice bb summons cauldrons lol. I also considered Potionology for Dañarte but I think he'd like stuff like history and all that jazz and older [perhaps FORBIDDEN] ways of doing things.

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #ocs #twst #cereal tries to draw #oc: char #oc: Dañarte #ummm did i have a caterella tag. idr. but they technically spawned from my caterella multiverse so #caterella #was that all the catalogue tagging. i think so. ok im going to go play persona now byebye.#but also. twst oc havers. our kids should hang out 👀#well maybe char should. Dañarte's a bitch. but i'll make him go on play dates LOL JFDSKLFJKSDLJFLJ ok jkjk. or am i. jsklfjdskljls #ok actually im gonna slap these new refs on artfight and THEN go play persona #unless im at the pic limit then ill deal w/it later #ONLY A FEW MORE MONTHS TIL ARTFIGHT HANG OUT W/ME ON ARTFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT PLEEEAAAAAAAAAAASE #ok. bye. 🚶

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Hello girlie, I come bearing a fic request.

Margaret × 20 something!reader (Margie likes younger women, it's canon <3) where is helping her plan everything for the Feastival. One evening after hours and houuuurs of planning, Margaret offers to open a bottle of wine and they get slightly inebriated which leads to some good old smut (May I request some thigh riding and praise kink?)

THANK YOU BYE LOVE YOU <3

Who Likes The Way I Am

Margaret Carruthers x fem!Reader

Author's note: WELL! This is not as much smut as you probably wanted bUT I DID WRITE THIS so it was going to be plot heavy hehe i hope you enjoy, babes <3 P.S: A Gif will be added later on, there simply are none rn and I need time to make one lmao

"Oh, my dear (Y/N), please stay. You have been working for me for almost a month now, and we have not once spent an evening together. I know nothing about you." Margaret requested, her smile turning into a pout. "Please? A glass of wine."

You swallowed. Ever since meeting Margaret, your stomach has made flips every time she smiled, or looked at you. She was like a safe haven without even trying.

So you kept your safe distance. You knew what would happen if you didn’t. You would stumble over your words, blush on every occasion, and most importantly, you would give yourself and your feelings away. You did not need or want that.

And yet, you were thinking about it. Margaret was right. She knew nothing about you, and you were her … assistant — they had never put a name to your position, so it felt the most fitting — so maybe it was necessary; maybe it needed to be done.

"Alright. One glass. And no more than half filled." You agreed with hesitancy.

Margaret's lips widened in a grand smile, her teeth showing as she did. "Oh, how wonderful!" she exclaimed and ushered you back into the living room.

You flinched slightly at the noise but walked inside, a small smile on her lips. Margaret's excitement was always quite sweet.

You suddenly realized it was already late. You have been at Margaret’s for almost 4 hours now. Far longer than you had planned on staying. It was definitely more than one glass of wine.

And yet, you couldn’t care less right now.

Margaret was retelling a story about how she had to completely remake the living room because of a broken table when you finished your glass.

"And then I told them, there is no way I would get a new table that didn’t match. So we either change the entire layout and furniture or— oh! Your glass is empty. Let me get another bottle. Actually, what do you want? Wine? Gin?"

Your mind stopped for a moment as you realised. Margaret was giving you an option. You wanted something completely different. You wanted her. All of her. It was terrifying.

"W—Wine is good." It was all you managed, but it was enough to cause Margaret to leap up with a grin.

You watched her walk over to the alcohol cabinet, your eyes glued to her behind.

"My eyes are up here, darling." Her voice caused you to snap out of your thoughts, and your cheeks flushed a dark red.

You hummed. "Sorry. Got lost. Thinking about the party..." The lie came easy.

Margaret’s eyes narrowed. "Mhh, sure." She sat back down, the open bottle in hand. "You know, I often think. Is there someone you’re interested in?"

"I am interested in my work!" you immediately shot up. "All my attention goes to my work."

"I know, (Y/N). I mean—" the older woman scooted closer, causing your eyes to widen. "Is there someone, a man or maybe a woman, you are interested in. Sexually."

Oh.

"Well. I— There’s— mh."

The blonde reached out, brushing a strand behind your ear. "Yes, darling?"

What were you supposed to say, or do? The truth? No. That would be ridiculous. The right thing but absolutely ridiculous. And yet.

You took the wine bottle and took a big sip. A shiver ran down your back at the bitterness. Your eyes locked with Margaret’s as you sat the bottle down.

She looked almost amused at you.

"There is … someone." you began slowly. Your eyes were fixed on Margaret’s brown ones. "Someone I like."

The phrasing was silly, something teenagers used when they were expressing their love. But that's what you felt like. A teenager in love.

"Really?" Margaret rasped. "And who's the lucky one?"

The distance between you and Margaret was closing in. You. It's you.

You didn't have the guts to say it. So, with all the fervour you could muster, you kissed her. Your hands flew up to her cheeks; an attempt to keep her ever so close.

The surprise was clear. She stiffened, and immediately you regretted it. What were you thinking? Kissing your boss while drunk. You would lose your job. This was your only source of income right now!

But then you felt it. Her hands on your waist pulled you closer. Her fingers curled in your blouse, tugging you onto her lap. Your legs spread and settled, pressing against hers.

The first kiss was clumsy. You didn’t know where to touch, what was appropriate, but Margaret quickly took the lead. The two of you separated for a moment, and you inhaled sharply.

"You are not off the hook that easily, darling." She rasped, and you swallowed audibly. It caused her to grin. You went in for another kiss but Margaret held up her finger, stopping you. "No, No. First you have to tell me."

You could barely stop the whine from escaping. "Margaret, please. Must I really? You know. I know that you know." Your fingers curled around the lapels of her blouse. "Please."

The blonde hummed but simply shook her head. "I haven’t the faintest idea what you are talking about." she argued, her grin barely contained.

This was torture. Sure, you had no idea what actual torture felt like, but this was it for you. The woman you had feelings for knew about them but wanted you — practically forced you — to voice them to her or else she wouldn’t progress with whatever this was.

You inhaled deeply before saying: "I like you." Your voice was quiet.

"Really? I like you too." she teased, and you narrowed your eyes at her words, which caused her to chuckle.

"I like like you. You are the one I have my eyes on."

"That is better." she mumbled as she leaned forward to kiss you. Your heart leapt in its place, threatening to stop from the excitement.

You tucked her closer by the lapels and placed a hand on her neck to keep her that close.

It truly was like a dream. Everything was just right.

Neither of you noticed when you started rocking your hips, far too engrossed in the motion of kissing. That was, until you pulled away to let out a moan. The noise caused you to hide your face on her shoulder.

"Oh god—" the words died in your throat. You were getting yourself off … on her thigh. Oh god, that was embarrassing.

But apparently, Margaret thought differently. One of her hands slid down to your hip to encourage the motion.

"That’s right, darling. You are doing very well. There is nothing to be embarrassed about." She whispered, her lips close to your ear.

Her words caused you to gasp. You looked up with flushed cheeks when it hit her.

"You have never done this before, have you?"

You stopped your rocking ( rather hesitantly if you were being honest ) and immediately shot back: "Of course, I have had sex before. I am not a virgin!"

Margaret cupped your cheeks to stop you from going anywhere. "I did not refer to that. I meant this. Making out, as the kids would say. Or even just foreplay."

You inhaled sharply. "No. Sex was always a means to an end. It’s not something I usually enjoy."

Dark brown eyes widened in something akin to shock. "Now, we definitely have to change that." Her lips curled into another of her absolutely breathtaking smiles, and if you had been standing, your knees would have wobbled.

You couldn’t even respond before she kissed you again, her hands coming down to your hips to encourage the back and forth movement of your hips. You gasped into the kiss, which the blonde took advantage of, and she slid her tongue into your mouth.

The rough material of your pants rubbed against your center—specifically, your clit — and you couldn’t stop the groan that fell between kisses.

Margaret set herself the goal of making you cum. No matter the time or effort it took. She let her lips wander; from your lips, to your cheeks, and down to your throat as she mouthed along your carotid artery. It sent a shiver through you and you tilted your head back.

Her hands were on your backside, keeping a tight grip to encourage your movements, and her lips were kissing — and biting — along your throat.

It was, quite frankly, embarrassing how quickly you reached your orgasm. She retreated from your neck and kissed you just behind your ear. "That’s right, darling. You are doing wonderful. Let go, (Y/N). You deserve it."

You hid your face in her shoulder as you came, a loud groan falling from your lips. Your entire body froze at the feeling of your first orgasm washing over you. And yet, her whispers of encouragement never stopped.

After a few moments, you pulled away. Your lips were puffy from kissing, and the flush extended down to your chest. "This was— good." you admitted, and it caused the older woman to smile.

"If you are up for it, there are a lot more things you might enjoy."

The eager nod made her laugh, and she ushered you off her lap. "You know where the bedroom is, darling. And lose the clothes."

A simple, sweet slap on your ass caused you to gasp, and you made your way towards the bedroom; excited to see what was to come, what she would show you.

Maybe sex could be more than just a necessity. Something you could actually enjoy.

#margaret carruthers x reader #margaret carruthers #deadloch #pamela rabe #wlw imagine

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x--ghost--x · 1 year

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Tech support #1

[Rottmnt Donnie x gn!reader]

Is breaking into a lab at your university a crime? Maybe. Does one of the greatest geniuses in the world (this is not exaggerated at all) care about it? No.

Story about certain turtle meeting a superhero and becoming their tech support.

Warnings: none (yet)

English is not my fist language so there might be bad grammar or spelling errors, sorry! (I'm trying my best to check everything before posting but if you see smth let me know)

Masterlist

Hiii sooo I finished the first chapter and I'm excited to write more!

I love tmnt and spiderman so I thought it would be cool idea

Anyway, enjoy ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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Is breaking into a lab at your university a crime? Maybe. Does one of the greatest genius in the world (this is not exaggerated at all) care about it? No.

That's pretty much how Donnie found himself creeping through the empty halls almost in the middle of the night. It's been a while since he started searching for one of his school's more abandoned labs. But he was determined.

Recently he accidentally eavesdropped a conversation between two of his classmates. Well, not really eavesdropped, because the were talking on definitely lounder volume than most of the class and Donnie just happened to be sitting behind them. They were talking about some older lab in the farthest corner of the school that no one really visited.

And who would pass on such an opportunity for a new quiet workplace? Definitely not the Donatello Hamato.

With self-made goggles on his eyes he scanned the area slowly making way further and further into the dark corridor carefull not to make to many sounds. He's never been to this part of the school so navigating there was quiet a challenge with how many turns and doors were along the way. Seriously, they at least could have given them a layout of the building at the beginning of the year.

Reaching the end of the hall, Donnie stopped in his tracks. Rays of yellowish light filtered through a small window in the last doors falling on the greyish floor.

Maybe... someone just forgot to turn of the light earlier before leaving? No, janitors always check it after everyone leave.

No matter with how many excuses Donnie's been trying to come up with there was no other explanation.

Someone already was there.

Sudden wave of anxiety washed over Donnie as he reached to pull lightly at the end of his purple mask. Were those this guys talking about the lab in his class? That would make sense. But for some reason he had a feeling that it wasn't them.

After the moment of paralyzation, Donatello began making steady steps ahead. Stopping before the door he exhaled shakly not knowing he was holding his breath. Being as quiet as he could, he listened to the hushed voice from the inside of the room.

"Yeah, yeah I know I was a little bit to reckless." said the voice with quiet whine. Donnie guessed the person that voice belong to was talking through the phone, because he couldn't detect any other presence beside them. "But what could I do when he just suddenly trow a wHOLE BENCH-"

The voice stopped. He heard the sound of several papers being picked up and stuffed in a drawer. The sound of his heart was louder than the stapes coming out of the lab. Just as Donnie started to think of an escape plan he heard the voice again - this time more nervous.

"I think that someone-" they were cut off by the person they were talking to. How could they know that he was here? "But what if it's- Can you stop interrupting me for a second? What should I do?"

And this was the moment Donatello decided it's time for him to go. No matter who that person was or how they knew he was here he didn't want to be spotted, and in the worst case scenario reported to the teachers. He never will get detention like his twin (Leo was almost always in detention and Donnie certainly didn't want to deal with being in one room with his brother at the same time for so long). It's not like Donnie have never done something that would put him in so called 'after-class prison'. He just never got caught like his dumb-dumb brother(s - every one of them got it at least once).

Maybe he could just threaten them to not tell anyone?

...what they were doing here in the first place?

Lost in his head Donnie failed to notice a shadow slowly approaching the door. With one quick motion the door opened revealing the mysterious person from the not-so-abandoned lab.

For a few first seconds both of them were just standing staring at each other. It was so quiet (and probably as awkward).

As he lifted his goggles of his face, Donatello watched them with a strange kind of disappointment seeing that they were just some random normal student. They had [s/c] skin mostly covered by dark clothing in which the most signifying thing was the colorfull jacket (that gave him the sense of deja vu for some unknown reason). One of their hands was tightly wrapped around the strap of the cross body bag. Donatello noticed several pins, patches and keychains from different types of media on it. He could even recognize most of them (especially that one pin wit Atomic Lass on it).

"Uh, I was just leaving so-" they started talking startling Donnie a little. "-could you just... pretend you never saw anything?”

The mysterious person said nervously darting their eyes at everything but on him and just now he looked at their face. Even in the dark he could see every bigger and smaller detail, his own eyes jumping from the shiny [e/c] eyes to nose and lips and even to tiny scars scaterred on their skin. Scars huh?...

"Oh..." they breathed out finally laying eyes on him. "Turtle."

Donnie sudently felt a pang of irritation.

"Yes, excellent observation. I am in fact a type of reptilian, to be exact a one from the Trionychidae family." he responded totally not sarcastic.

The [h/c] haired teen stared at him in shock not knowing what to say for the first few seconds. Donnie was just about to start going on a rant on the topic of different species of turtles when they opened their mouth.

"Fancy way of saying you're a softshell turtle but okay." they muttered to themselves. "What I meant was, you're one of the turtle brothers. For so many yokai and mutants going to this school, you guys are the most recognizable." the teen started lightly bouncing on the heels of their feet before adding. "And we have at least four classes together every day."

Huh, that was a surprise. The turtle never noticed them in class before. Then again, he never pays attention to other students unless they're doing projects, which requires having a partner, or they are talking about something that catches Donnie's attention.

"I am not a bit surprised that my intellect is so recognizable among my peers and many others." he proclaimed with confidence. "However, now I'm more intrigued about what someone like you is doing in a school lab at 11:53 p.m."

Donatello rised one of his drawn eyebrows looking at them suspiciously. Small bead of sweat rolled down their neck.

"Well, I..." bright eyes shifting from his face to the ground and again on him. They cursed internally to themselves for not being able to hold eye contact for long enough to not appear suspicious. "I have permission form a teacher to use this lab."

"Why and which teacher would get you an access to-"

"What are you doing here though?" the more human one of the pair, swiftly avoiding the topic, tilted their head curiously.

It was his turn to sweat.

"I may have heard about an unoccupied lab and simply thought that such a place couldn't go to waste." the purple turtle pointed his tree fingered hand at the entrance to the room, hiding the other in the pocket of his hoodie.

"Understandable." they nodded at his reasoning. "Though, could you not tell anyone about it?"

"Why is that? I thought that you had permission form the teacher." Donnie questioned.

The teen scratched lightly their arm.

"Well, I do have a permission form Mr. Stark." they send him knowing look.

Oh, that made sense. Mr. Stark was known to be genius but rather... nonchalant teacher, which caused him to appear ignorant and selfish (being rich certainty did not help erase this assumptions). However, that wasn't true at all. He just cared in his own unique ways like, in this case, providing the workplace for one of his students. Although, he didn't really conducted any lessons, anyone in school could cusually talk to him about anything school- or no school-related. Mr. Stark was just kinda there if someone needed him.

So, in conclusion, a permission from him specifically isn't very reliable for other teachers.

Donatello hummed to himself, thinking for the most profitable solution.

"Let's make a deal." he requested firmly. "I won't inform any of the authorities of this university, which could get you and Mr. Stark in trouble, and you will give me an access to also use this lab. Of course, I won't interfere with your work and I expect to you do the same with mine."

[e/c]-eyed teen went silent, thinking expression on their face. The deal was pretty fair, they really didn't want to get them and the teacher in trouble, and letting him work in the lab shouldn't be a problem. Except, it was risky. He could find out.

But maybe they just need to hide their things a little better.

"Okay."

"I don't think you want to get into unnecessary trouble- wait, what?"

"I'm okay with that arrangement. I mean, I won't lose anything on that and I don't mind sharing." they shrugged, extending their hand. "So, deal? Oh, I'm y/n Parker by the way."

The turtle stared intensely at their opened palm not moving neither of his own. Instead, from under his purple hoodie appeared a metal limb reminding the other teen of spider legs. It grabbed their hand and firmly shook it.

"It's a deal then, y/n Parker."

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Donnie ever so often found himself spending time in the lab. He observed that the class was much bigger on the inside that he thought. It also had an equipment that the turtle couldn't find in any other place in school. They were clearly bought or constructed by y/n (which the latter he was doubtful of).

Speaking about the teen, although Donnie never was really interested in his peers, he sometimes caught them walking somewhere in the back of his mind. They never stayed for long, only leaving unanswered questions that lingered in his brain later. He could learn nothing from the brief conversations they had every time they were switching turns in the laboratory. Or even when they started making small talks during the day in school (which he kind of enjoyed, because the turtle rarely had any classes with his brothers due to being on different profiles). What he could learn, however, was that with the level of sarcasm and jokes they could almost match his. Almost. Which made every exchange of words interesting.

But despite their friendly and teaseful nature, Donnatello was convinced they were hiding something.

He even made a list of what he found suspicious. It mainly contained things like:

- the fact that they never wanted to tell the purple turtle what exactly they were doing in the lab and always perfectly covered any evidence of teen being there,

- y/n was also avoiding certain topics, like, what connects them to Mr. Star or why they were just randomly disappearing from school,

- and the colorful jacket, which Donnie still found weirdly familiar.

And after a long internal discussion with himself, Donatello decided today was the day he will find out the truth.

That's why he was now searching every drawer in the laboratory for any kind of clues. Today, for some unknown reason, y/n hurriedly left seconds after he opened the door, throwing a quick 'hi', before disappearing around the corner. Therefore, Donnie decided it was excellent time to pull on a little investigation.

Shuffling through the papers scattered on the table, his dark eyes scanned every bit of information on them. However, they seemed to be encrypted, making it difficult for the turtle to understand exactly what was written on them. When he was starting to get irritated, he spotted, under all the other paper sheets, something what looked like a blueprint of unknown mechanics. Small device in the shape that reminded him of a tear, was drawn with precision. Every little detail was carefully described, from how the parts were made, to in what way they need to be put together.

Donnie could probably analyze it for hours and lost himself in the vortex of work, but what most cached his attention was what was on the other side of the paper.

A recipe for web fluid with a 'Synthetic Webbing' written in the top left corner of the page.

"Salicylic acid, toulene, methanol, carbon tetrachloride, potassium carbonate, and ethyl acetate, huh..." he read out loud. "What would they need to create a webbing like that for? Judging by its structure it needs to be load-bearing and strong, hold with extreme amounts of tension and stress, yet have a little stretch to it."

The most important thing he could recall now, was that spiders were able to produce sticky thread, using it to create webs. Which, somehow, was the missing puzzle piece that he yet needed to put in the right place.

What exactly spiders have to do with that-

"Wait a minute." Donnie mumbled to himself.

In the New York City was one particular spider that everyone recognized - Spiderman. The faceless hero, in the black and [f/c] suit with a jacket thrown over the shoulders, protecting the city from any danger. The turtle himself was never really as interested in superhero as his brothers, but because of them he knew more overall informations.

Rubbing his chin, Donatello looked around the lab trying to put all those informations together. His eyes, however, landed on familiar colorful piece of clothing left hanging loosely on the chair back.

Suddenly, with wide open eyes, his stomach twisted uncomfortably giving him this weird feeling of dread and realisation. Quickly he stuffed the rest of the papers in the drawers trying not to accidentally rip them. Seconds later, the door to the lab opened revealing [h/c] haired student.

"Sorry, Donatello, I just forgot my-" they halted seeing the blueprint in turtles three-fingered hand.

He felt his heart stopped beating for a moment before he was able to speak.

"You were in a hurry and left couple of things, so I thought I would offer my assistance and clean up! Yeah..." the purple turtle explained tugging at the end of his mask. "Although, I may have accidentally get to know the content of one of your projects, which leads me to the question. What is the purpose to create artificial web-"

"Cosplay!" they expressed loudly, surprising him and themselves. "I mean- yeah, I just wanted to make, uh, Spiderman's cosplay! For convention! Yup, that's right."

The teen nodded with a smile, not knowing who they're trying to convince more, him or themselves. Donnie only rises his eyebrow.

Unfortunately (or fortunately), both of them were terrible at lying.

"So, are you..."

"Yeah, well..."

Both students were staring at each other uncomfortably.

"I'm assuming that Mr. Stark knows about that, and that's why he let you use this lab?"

"Well, actually, I was there before and he caught me while I was testing the web." they explained, scratching their arm. "He helped me with the whole... hero thing, I guess."

Donnie nodded, still being lost somewhere in his head.

"How exactly did this... happened? What I mean is, I noticed that you posess only certain aspects of a spider, like, being able to attach yourself to different surfaces." the turtle trailed off ready to go on a rant. "However, you need to fabricate the webs yourself, so, I'm assuming that means your body can not produce them itself-"

"Donatello, as much as I would like to listen to your genius talk, I'm afraid I don't have many answers for you." they hold up their hands in defensive manner and dropped their [e/c] eyes to the floor trying to avoid his gaze. "Besides, it's not really interesting story. I was bitten by radioactive spider and started sticking to random things. That really freaked me out. But I guess I just grown up to accept that now I have weird superpowers."

"What about being a hero? Why-"

"Can you not tell anyone?" they cut him off hastily while focusing up on him again with pleading look. "I know I can't really force you to do that, but maybe there is something I could do? I can't really think of anything I could offer though... It's easier and safer when less people know..."

He began to think, wondering what he might possibly want from them. What might they have that Donnie couldn't construct himself? Or what information they possessed that could satisfy him? For a brief second he even thought of organising a meet-up for his brothers who certainly would be delighted to converse with a hero, but quickly dismissed the idea realizing that it would led to questions how he was able to meet Spiderman in the first place.

However, maybe there was something that Donatello would be interested in...

"How about this," he started clasping his hands together. "For exchange of my silence, you will provide me with informations on your whole hero life, including the topics like, what style of fighting do you have, what your enemies are like, how exactly does your tech works, and so on. I would also like to help you advance your inventions, because for what I see there is still room for improvement."

y/n just stare at him dumbfounded, trying to process all the information he threw at them. That was kinda a lot. Didn't Donnie said sometime before that he wasn't interested in superheros or any of that kind of stuff? They still could clearly recall that one time in class, when group of people were talking about Spiderman, saying that the hero must have some cool magic stuff helping him fight, and the purple turtle lould expressing that it had to do something with technology and not non-existing magic. Then he proceeded to dismiss the need of having a so called superhero, saying he had better solutions in terms of improving the city's safety.

It's almost like he wanted to...-

"Are you saying that you wanna be some kind of my tech support?" they smirked suddenly feeling smug. "You're asking for much there, turtle boy. You should know it's not really the safest job."

The [h/c] haired teen furrowed their brows saying the last sentence in sceptical tone. The last thing they wanted was to put another person in unnecessary danger.

"Must you have put it like that?" Donnie rolled his eyes at the silly title. Then he put on a more serious face. "I am aware of the risk this request might bring with it. Nonetheless, I have my own reasons of doing that. Also, I may or may not took a pity on you and simply thought you could require a little assistance."

"Assistance? Me? Please, I am very well organized with everything-"

"Why were you in hurry earlier?" he asked crossing his arms while lifting one of his drawn eyebrows.

Their eyes widened in realisation.

"Oh, shit- aunt is so gonna kill me." the young hero said hurriedly and darted to the door in such speed that even the blue hedgehog would be jealous of.

"I think you forgot something." Donatello lifted their colorful jacket of the chair and extended his arm towards them.

The teen hastily turned around, grabbed the jacket and again speeded of to the exit.

"Thanks Donatello, see you tomorrow!"

"You can just call be Donnie or whatever. And try not to fall of the stairs!" he shouted after them not expecting any answer.

Despite that, he could hear a distant 'Bye, Donnie!' accompanied by sound of running.

The purple turtle stood on the center of the lab a little longer.

"Sigh. How this dumb-dumb is even alive..."

This is going to be interesting, wouldn't it?

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It's only the first chapter so nothing crazy happens here, but it'll be more interesting later

I think it's not bad tho

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