#and all the ones they want gone get sacked immediately

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

That documentary American Nightmare is crazy. Like imagine being the victims of something like that and everyone from the media to police to the FBI are like, damn, that is crazy. So crazy it didn't happen. You're lying, you killed her--oh...She turned up alive...Uh...She's lying. Wait, uh...oops. Never mind. This other cop who actually bothered to do her job and talked to all the women other cops ignored caught the guy. Um...anyway you're both alive and not in jail so we're just gonna pretend this never happened. I mean it's not like we could have known; there was a movie where the lady set everything up and was lying! How can you expect us to have actually investigated what was reported to us?

At least that one reporter had a conscience. And he actually did forward the emails he got to the police, so, y'know, he at least was doing his job. It's funny how when something like this happens, the people who did the least, all things considered, are the ones to step up and be like, yeah, I fucked up, and the ones who made blunder after blunder from sheer laziness and their own tunnel vision are just like no comment, that didn't happen, and our internal investigation found no wrong-doing on the part of us.

[sturnvaleria]

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭? |𝐌.𝐒|

written by sturnvaleria

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 : you went on a two week vacation with your friends, and you decided to surprise matt early to come home. let’s say you walked into him enjoying your bikini pictures a little too much.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: hardcore smut, p=v, receiving head and giving, unprotected sex, making out, dirty talk, nicknames (sweetheart, slutty, good girl, princess) 𝟏𝟖+

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this story has your and matthew’s pov. hope you enjoy ;)

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𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰’𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯 :

y/n’s been gone for 2 weeks because she insisted that she have time with her friends alone. and the way the bikini is shoved up in her ass in her instagram pictures makes me hard in an instance.

“fuck,” i groan having my hard, long cock in one hand, and my phone in the other. staring at her perfectly shaped ass.

𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭, i think to myself. 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞?

“oh fuck y/n,” i whimper imagining her perfect mouth sucking on my tip.

she’s so good as sucking on my dick. i missed her perfect, little slutty mouth kissing my hard cock.

“mhm,” i continue to whimper.

i wish she was here.

“com-come?” i ask hoping for an answer. y/n never let me finish first. it was a rule we ALWAYS finished together.

i pre-cummed. it softly rolls down the side of my somewhat now soft dick.

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𝐲/𝐧’𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯 :

i finally was back in LA. i had been in cabo with my two best friends, abigail and dana.

i have missed matty so much. i missed the way he smelled, his touch, the way he spoke to me. i just missed him. all of him.

i wanted to surprise matt, due to the fact in our junior year he surprised me when he came back from florida. and i never got to repay him.

i slowly opened the front door, and placed my bags by it. i tip-toed into the small hallway where matt’s bedroom door was.

i open it, making no noise, until i hear a very familiar sound.

“oh fuck y/n,” i hear matthew whimpering.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞.. i think to myself. is he jerking off thinking about me? awww he’s thinking about me. not the typical way but i’ll take what i can get.

he continues to softly whimper, making my pussy soaked just at the thought of it.

and then he suddenly says, “com-come?” he ask the thin air, and i’m guessing imagining me.

we always finished together. our perfect juices mixing together.

hearing his whimpers and cries, makes me soaked.

after a few more minutes it goes silent, leaving me curious with my thoughts.

i push the door open, and it slowly opens fully. revealing me leaned against the side of the door frame with my arms crossed.

he drops the phone on the bed.

his eyes go to his hard cock to my eyes. his sweats were pulled right below his swollen ball sack.

“couldn’t wait?” i ask sarcastically smirking.

he blushes slightly before his words overcome him. “fuck baby the way the bikini lays in your ass is so hot. the way the bathing suit shows off your perfect curves. makes me so hard,” he says softly adding a whimper to his voice.

“oh really.. i’ve been touching myself thinking of you. rubbing my swollen clit in circles as i think about your cock thrusting into me,” i say softly bring my bottom lip and groaning.

i slowly crawl up to him on the bed, bringing my head right below his, now getting harder, dick.

“mm,” i say kitten licking the dripping pre-cum from the side of his dick. “still taste so yummy,” i moan softly leaving a vibration on his hard cock.

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𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰’𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯 𝐩𝐭.𝟐 :

fuck. the way she looks at me makes my body want to explode with my salty cum.

“fuck baby,” she says picking up my dick as my head throws back.

she examines it for a second with lust in her eyes, before immediately shoving it in her mouth.

“oh, princess,” i whimper softly as i collect all of her hair holding it in a pony-like way.

i guide her mouth slowly helping her bob it up and down on my long cock.

“i’m about to-“ i say as she rises of of me.

she spits on it before climbing on top of me. her still in her thin biker shorts and t-shirt.

she raises her arms and i pull of her shirt. leaving her pink laced bra and perfectly covered up titties.

she dry humps my hard, exposed dick. leaving me there hopeless as she grinds on me.

“please fuck me, love. i need your perfect tight pussy,” he moans softly in my ear.

“patience, baby, patience,” she smirk against my skin. leaving a surprisingly shiver of pleasure throughout my body.

i couldn’t wait anymore i roll over, ripping down her biker shorts, and accidentally her soaked panties go with them.

i climb fully on top of her, wrapping my arms around her back and unbuckle her bra. pulling it off. her perfect titties bounce out leaving me speechless.

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𝐲/𝐧’𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯 𝐩𝐭𝟐 :

“fuck, baby,” i moan as matthew takes his warm perfectly textured tongue and slides it across my nipples.

immediately bringing me to whimpers of pleasure.

“i’m going to fuck you, hard,” he says smirking as he slowly goes down on me. leaving trails of his warm saliva down my stomach.

“mhm,” i moan nodding to his hot sentence.

he makes his way between my thighs. kissing them, slowly making his way to my warm, wet pussy.

“so fucking wet, for me. good girl,” he says kissing my swollen clit. making me moan loudly.

i throw my head back and take my fingers to his scalp. rubbing my fingers through his perfect hair.

he licks my entrance, slightly sticking his tongue inside of me.

he moves his tongue in circles around my clit. licking the inside of lips. making my body build up my cum.

“baby im- cum?” i ask whimpering softly, looking down at him.

“not without me!” he says stopping immediately and shoving himself inside of me.

“fuck!” i moan as it comes out of a surprise.

he thrust his hard cock in and out of my tight pussy. brings me to a sensation i’ve never felt.

“your so tight, princess,” he groans in pleasure.

he always compliments me during sex. he makes it a perfect experience.

i whimper, “baby!” i moan throwing my head back, before he takes the bottom of my jaw and re-guiding it to face him.

“look at me baby,” he says as his hot, sweaty body pumps into me like there’s no tomorrow.

“you’re taking it like such a good girl,” he says rising up to kiss me.

“matty! i’m about to cum,” i yell out, squinting my eyes.

“me too,” he says taking his last few pumps, before i feel his warm cum fill me up.

almost immediately after my creampie covers his now soft, twitching dick.

“fuck.. you’re always so good, love” he says practically laying on top of me.

“i love you,” he says softly out of breath.

“i love you..” i say back taking my hand and rubbing it though his tangled up hair.

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i hope you enjoyed reading this. it took 2 hours !!!!!

love, val <3

[flowersandbigteeth]

What if there was a dance to find the (insert whatever monster) king's mate so they can produce a heir(and many more kids)

And a regular human reader attends for free food not believing they'll be picked from but turns out the king had a eye on reader the whole time

Ahhh! I adore this idea! Anything that has to do with food immediately has my support and any reader I write would be first in line at the buffet :D

Shadow King (Zintius) x female reader

Word Count: 2.5K

W: sfw monster fluff, kidnapping, some sfw forced stripping

You smoothed the pointy clay tips you’d glued to your ears to make you look like a pixie, before you slipped out of the bathroom and back into the ballroom. 

Around you Fairyfolk were gathered dressed to the nines, all covered in sequins and feathers to attract the eye of the Shadow King. No one paid any attention to you, as a human you were much too plain to compete with these otherworldly beauties. Sirens, fairies, lovely creatures you’d never even heard of before crowded the room, subtly elbowing each other in the ribs to be the first that the King laid eyes on as he descended the stairs. 

Your focus, however, was the buffet. As a human in Fairy, you were unpopular to say the least and would never be allowed in a place like this, but with a little bit of pheromone lifted off of a witch and some micah powder to make your skin glitter you’d made yourself up to pass as a pixie so you could pilfer the feast. I

t was a con you pulled often, though this was perhaps your most bold move yet. This was the King’s marriage ball. He was looking for a wife so only the richest, prettiest, and most affluent Fairyfolk in the land had gone to great expense to travel as far as the Realm of Shadow to seduce him. 

It didn’t matter that he was ten feet tall and mostly smoke and big teeth. He had power and that was beautiful. The realm of Light and the realm of Twilight feared him, declaring him their greatest enemy. He was known to be brutal and imperialistic, wanting to spread his darkness as far as the other two realms would allow. 

None of that concerned you, however. While their heads were all turned to watch the King descend the stairs, you were pulling a sack from underneath your stolen, stained ball gown and loading it full of croissants, cupcakes, and whatever else wasn’t too sticky to fit. It wasn’t the flashiest con, but you were just a human, you did what you could to get by and this one was easy. You got away every time and ate for a week if you rationed everything out. 

When you’d gotten all you could, you shoved the sack under your fluffy dress, one you’d stolen out of the trash pile of a seamstress’ shop, and blended back into the crowd. It would be suspicious if you bolted immediately, the guards were trained to watch for thieves who would do just that, so you had to stick around for at least another hour.

You’d slip out of the back, look a little drunk if anyone stopped you, find a quiet place and put on the stable boy outfit you also had hidden in your skirt and casually walk away looking like a servant carrying out the trash.  

In the meantime, your eyes drifted over the crowd, trying to figure out if you could pilfer any loose valuables while you were waiting…these rich people wouldn’t notice a few baubles missing. You didn’t even bother to look for the King, though you heard all the trumpets and fanfare announcing his arrival.

Your eye caught on a jewel encrusted fan sticking out of the back pocket of a handsome goblin. Like a cat, you honed in on your target, drifting closer and closer to the sparkling prize. 

“I throw a whole ball just for you and I can’t even catch your eye,” a rumbling voice boomed just as you raised your hand to snatch the fan. 

You whirled around, cheeks red, trying to look innocent, eyes widening as you took in the figure looming over you. The Shadow King looked down at you with six eyes glowing gold from the dark space that was his face. 

“Um…I…Um…what?” you stammered. 

A wide, white smile appeared on his face, no lips, only teeth. 

“Finally, you look at me,” he said. 

You instinctively took a step back, unsure what was happening. Was he confused? Was he teasing you? Surely this was some cruel joke because he’d caught you stealing, though you didn’t entirely understand it. 

“Come,” he said, holding out a large hand. Whirls of black smoke drifted up off of it. The whole room was looking at you with obvious hostility, so you shakily took his hand, unsure what else to do. Your heart was hammering in your chest. The one rule of conning was commit to the bit, you had to let this play out, but what was happening?

He led you to the center of the room and music began. Your mouth fell open as he put one hand on your hip and with the other he clasped your hand and you started to dance. You had no idea how to dance, so you simply stumbled over his feet. He chuckled, revealing his white teeth again and lifted you up a bit, depositing your feet on top of his. 

“Here, like this,” he said, before swinging you around the ballroom to the music. The guests blurred around you as he spun across the shiny marble floor. 

His six eyes, all with different colored irises blinked down at you with utter fascination. He remembered the first time he saw you at some silly party he’d been compelled to attend. You’d done quite a good job hiding you were human only, as he’d wandered onto the terrace to get some air, he’d looked down to see you undressing. He’d watched in fascination as you’d unloaded a sack full of food and a handful of valuables, before peeling off your dress, plucking the tips from your ears and hurriedly disguising yourself like a servant boy with some pants and a low cap. 

He’d snuck off, following you, curious about your life and where you were going. Humans were all but extinct in Fairy, the fact that you were alive at all was a bit remarkable. Hiding as a cloud of smoke in the shadows he watched you dangling your feet over the dock watching the boats on the river while you munched on your ill gotten gains.

It was impossible to keep his eyes off of your plump lips as you chewed and your pretty hands as you wiped crumbs from your cheeks. His heart had dropped when he’d watched you curl up in a barrel near where they dumped the trash, your head resting on your bag of pastries to sleep. 

After that he’d used his own disguises to move through the nobility. It would be obnoxious if the king came to every party, but transforming himself into an unassuming orc nobleman, he eagerly waited for your arrival at every flashy party in the capital. He found your disguise rather clever and the way you slipped in and out, making yourself unseen despite how beautiful you were, very impressive.

It stunned him how well you could read your marks. You followed the cadence of the room, striking just when someone was distracted with new love or jealousy. Too wrapped up in their own drama to even care that whatever they lost was missing. 

He never bothered you, afraid to disturb what seemed to be your main source of food and income. That is until he set this little trap to catch you. 

“How long I’ve waited to have you in my arms,” he purred at you. 

You blinked your eyes at him. 

“You have?” you gasped, “are…are you sure you’re not mistaking me for someone else?” 

He just shook his head, the song ending. You were aware the entire room was looking at you with a mix of disgust and envy. As the next song began and some partners filled the dance floor a plucky witch dared to shoot her shot at the King, sure she could easily pull his attention from you. You almost let out a relieved sigh when you saw her approaching. She was a perfect excuse to make your escape and pretty enough to probably succeed. 

Only when she reached you he waved her away. 

“I’m busy,” he growled before she could even open her mouth and your hope scurried away. 

“Let’s go somewhere more private, pet,” he said, scooping you up in his arms to the dismay of you and the entire room and the two of you disappeared in a puff of smoke. 

You immediately panicked when you realized where you were, struggling in his arms. They were impossibly strong for appearing to be made of nothing but black mist. He’d brought you to his bedroom. You could only assume it was his bedroom because it was the nicest one you’d ever been in. The walls were draped in glittering gold fabric and jewel encrusted weapons humming with power were mounted where they parted.

“Shhh, shhh,” he shushed you, snapping his fingers and the cold fireplace lit bathing the room in warm light. 

The sudden sparks startled you still. In the glitter of firelight the shadow king’s black skin almost seemed to have a bit of a sparkle to it. Looking down on you and smiling again with his eerie Cheshire cat smile, he plucked the clay points from your ears. 

“You don’t need to hide from me, little human,” he said, “you’re perfectly safe…but you must tell me…I’ve been dying to know your name.” 

“Maurine,” you lied and he frowned at you, his smile inverting. 

“It’s not wise to lie to  me, pet,” he growled, his six eyes narrowing and the colors in them flashing. 

“(Y/N),” you squeaked. 

His mouth flipped again, creepily and he brushed your hair. 

“There’s no reason to lie, anyway,” he assured you, depositing you into a chair in front of the fire before he crossed the room to a pitcher of water and a bowl, “whatever petty problems you may have you can rely on me to solve them.”  

Wetting a rag he returned to scrub the micah from your cheeks that was giving you the pixie-like sheen. Pinching your cheeks with his shadowy fingers, he scrubbed until every bit of your disguise was off of you. From then on, Zintius wanted you to look like yourself. You’d never have to steal for a living again. He’d stuff you full of so many pastries you were plump and round. 

You gasped, surprised as his large hand slipped up your skirt and fished around, brushing your bare thigh. His smile got brighter as he retrieved the sack of food and the other bag of supplies you carried on you, pulling them from under it. 

Your eyes widened in horror as he tossed the bag with the food in it casually into the fireplace as if it weren’t your only source of sustenance for a week. You were almost afraid he was going to toss in your meager belongings, but he only rummaged around in them for the bottle of pheromone that apparently offended him. He was sure to toss that into the fireplace as well. 

When his eyes returned to you they were laser focused on the smelly dress you’d pulled from the garbage and you started to climb over the back of the chair to escape him. He was much too fast and much too big, yanking you back down. The sound of fabric ripping filled the room as he shredded the poor thing. 

“So lovely,” he gasped in his throat as he took in your body, bathed in golden light. It was so much more than when he’d imagined it. It had been impossible to see the appealing figure you’d been hiding under the ill fitting dress and boy’s clothes. 

Folding himself down to you as you squealed and shrank back into the chair, he breathed in your sweet scent, underneath the annoying pheromone you were wearing. He was much too impatient to wait to scrub you, reminding himself to tell the maids to take the bedding immediately in the morning when he got around to giving you a bath. The sooner he never had to smell that stuff again the better. 

Scooping you up, he hurried to the bed. 

“What are you doing?!” you snarled, beating your fists against his chest, which he conveniently made smoke when you struck him so your hands slipped right through. It was not a funny joke, but he found it very amusing, smiling down at you as he climbed across the spread with you in one arm. 

“I’m going to mate you,” he explained innocently. 

You gasped, scandalized. 

“Me!? But…but…mating is forever and I’m human! The goddess doesn’t make human mates. She hates humans!” 

He snorted. 

“The Goddess long ago betrayed me,” he snarled, “She cursed me to never have a Fairy mate, but I can and will have my own. You…I can feel it…perhaps the God of man blessed me just to spite her. I’ll never stop thanking him for his kindness, delivering a human angel to me. If he wants me to spend my life crusading against her creations, I will, if it means I can keep you.” 

You’d prayed to Adam, the God of man so many nights as you’d slept near the dock, wondering if his reach stretched all the way to Fairy. Only what you’d prayed for was that a stray portal would open up and you’d be taken back to Earth where you’d learned the rest of the humans lived, not this…but Gods were a fickle, spiteful bunch and sticking it to Freya by undermining her curse sounded like just the sort of thing Adam would do. 

The Shadow King practically purred at you, his smokey fingertips drifting over your bare skin as you cowered into the pillows. 

“I can be a good lover, pet,” he promised you, “I have the power to give you whatever you like. Do you want jewels? Castles? Servants to step all over?” 

You shook your head. 

“I-I don’t need all that,” you stammered, “I-I just…” 

You weren’t sure what you were trying to say. 

His eyes narrowed on you and you saw a sliver of tooth as he smirked at you. 

“Aren’t you just a little bit curious?” he asked, “don’t you want to know what it’s like not to scrabble in the dirt as you have your whole life? I’ve seen you sleeping in the cold trash, love, you never have to sleep on anything but the finest silk in front of a warm fireplace for the rest of your life. I watched the way your eyelashes fluttered as you woke, terrified of what had found you in the dark. You never have to be afraid to close your eyes again. All you have to do is give yourself to me.” 

The simple lure of a warm, safe bed was enough to break you and you nodded slowly. Pleased, his smile stretched to opposite ends of his face in a terrifying grin, his six eyes eating up your body now that you'd given him permission and glowing fiery gold. 

“You’ll never regret this (Y/N),” he assured you, as his fingers tore the frayed undergarments you were still wearing, “I promise you.”

[xylianasblog]

The blame is hers.

Pairings: Tonowari x FemHuman reader

Summary: this was all his mates fault, so why were you being the one getting punished?

Warnings: MDNI, drugging, tw:NONCON, size difference, p in v, creampie, mentions of multiple rounds, age gap, oral (female recieving), mentions of cheating, dirty talk, If I messed anything let me know!

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Tonowari paced back and forth in his marui his brow bones pinched together in concentration as his thoughts went crazy. You were not welcome here, welcome in his home. Your entire existence caused problems for him. Problems that he was too ashamed to even speak upon with his mate.

His mate. Such preposterous thoughts he was having about a tiny human like yourself, your voice, your eyes, your body, your curves. Such a soft yet plump looking body you had. He wanted to touch you, to love every inch of your small body as if you belonged to him.

This was all his mate fault, why had she let you stay? What had Eywa seen in you that was special enough for you to live amongst him and his people?

Tonowari poked his head out of his marui just in time to see your tiny body disappear into your own home not far from his. He couldn’t help but to frown as he continued to watch even after you were gone, his mind already made up for his next move. It was now or never, you were going to be his one way or another. He turned around and set his things down and immediately got to work, he knew from a bit of snooping and listening that there was a drink strong enough to knock humans unconscious, yet leaves their bodies feeling incredibly needy.

Once he grabbed what he needed he left out his home and made the short trek to yours. He felt his body filling with jitters, but he knew he couldn’t turn away he had to completely go through with his decision he couldn’t turn back. No, no he wouldn’t turn back not after coming this far. Just as he closed the distance to your home you trusted out in a hurry, knocking yourself over in the process. You fell to the ground with a light ‘oomf.’ The sand catching your fall just a little, Tonowari winced at the sound but helped you up nonetheless. His hood on your arm didn’t left up for almost a moment even after you were steady on your feet, he observed your small stature and his mind instantly filled with all the dirty things he could do to you.

“Here Y/n. A gift. Take a walk with me while you drink it.” He didn’t bother with an introduction or an explanation simply handed you the small makeshift bowl which you took happily, ever the trusting human you were. He watched you take a sip, making sure you got a decent amount in your system before he turned to walk away. He could hear the crunching of the sand beneath your feet with each step you took. The way you struggled to keep up with him as he walked deep into the small forest that adjourned the beaches of Awa’atlu.

His steps gradually came to a stop as he continued to listen to your now sluggish steps, each one you took you felt as if your body was becoming heavy. Your feet felt as if you had weights on them, each step weighing your body down until eventually your body dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Tonowari wordlessly picked up your body after giving you a small once over to make sure you weren’t hurt. Once he was certain you were fine he carried you off deeper into the small forest off to a secluded area he knew no one else would visit. This part of the island was deserted his people had no means to be here.

Once he was finally deep within the forest with more than enough coverage from the trees he laid your body down on the soft moss covered ground. Your shirt riding up showing off the soft skin of your stomach and your shorts wrinkled slightly against your skin. He took his time to admire you, even unconscious you were still the prettiest little thing he had ever seen.

The longer he stared at you the harder his cock got, your body laid out for him. He tried to resist the urge, really he did; but he couldn’t you just looked so perfect laying there. Without much more on his mind he reach forward and gently undid her shorts before pulling them off along with your panties. Tossing them off to the side, he grabbed ahold of your thighs and opened them wide to give himself full view of your pretty pussy. He groaned at the sight before leaning down to lick a long stripe against your folds, his tongue diving into your folds so he could taste you until he felt content.

He groaned against your pussy as his tongue dove deep, thrusting in and out of your heat without a problem in the world. His nails digging into the skin of your thighs as he tried to pulled your body closer, he was so focused on tasting you that he wasn’t aware of you beginning to stir.

He felt your walls tighten around his tongue the same time your fingers tangled into his curls, he winced at the harsh tugs you gave until he pulled away barely gasping for air. “Small tawtute you taste devine.. I need you, need to mate you.” He groaned, he didn’t care that you were pushing at his head he dove back into your now slick pussy, before licking up to your clit and taken the swollen nub into his mouth. Sucking and twirling his tongue around the sensitive bud as he pushed a finger inside your right cunt.

Tonowari ignored your feeble attempts to push at his head as he continued to stretch you out, your sounds of protest mixed with soft whiny moans caused his ears to twitch. Despite your attempts to fight him away he knew your body was craving and enjoying the way he was touching you.

Finally he pulled away from your sopping wet cunt, all stretched out and ready for him. He watches the way your pussy fluttered around nothing and the sight has his cock twitching in his loincloth.

As he worked to undo his restraints his eyes watched the way you tried to fight the feelings you felt. The expressions on your face, and he loved the way you looked so out of it yet thoroughly fucked due to the drugs. He knew good and well you’d remember it, you’d remember every bit of this and he hoped that you’d end up craving him just as bad as he craved you.

Tonowari grunted softly as he grabbed ahold of your thighs, spreading your legs out before pushing them against your chest. He truly admire just how pretty your pussy looked. “Look at this pretty pussy tawtute, so needy” he muttered as she adjusted himself against you. His cock now resting against your folds before he slowly pushed the tip in. He watched as with each slow yet little thrust he disappeared inside your heat.

Tonowari couldn’t help the way he groaned as he felt himself filling up your tight little cunt. He loved the way you stretched around his thick cock, his eyes were glued to the way your pussy swallowed him.

“Good tawtute, taking me so well.” Tonowari grumbled as he finally managed to bottom out, your cunt stretch out around his length as he began to move, his thrust deliberately slow. He felt your walls flutter around him as he kept that irritatingly slow pace, he wanted to hear you beg. He was determined to have you a begging mess beneath him as he took his time fucking into your sopping wet cunt.

His hold on yours grew tighter as his pace steadily grew faster, his thrust hard and deep. Each time he thrusted inside he watched your face contort in pure unadulterated pleasure. Your mouth falling open as you choked on your own moans. You were definitely a sight to behold as he used your body as his own personal fuck toy and he was enjoying it, even though your drugged induced haze you couldn’t deny the pleasure he was bringing your body.

He knew better to get sucked in, knew good and well but after the first release inside your tight cunt and the way your body broke down after your orgasm he was fucked. Round after round he tried different positions, usuing your body to his hearts content, even after the drugs in your system had worn off you were more than willing to take each round of fillings he was giving your body.

Each new time he fucked you, he made sure you knew it was his mates fault for allowing such a pretty tawtute like yourself to live amongst his clan. Tonowari made sure it was engraved into your mind each new time he used you, this was all Ronals fault and you should offer him your body. Each new time he bred you and used you until he felt justified in his doings, all to simply avoid admitting that he was attracted to you.

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[ripcupid]

Secretary

ceo! john price x secretary! reader

୨୧ i don’t even know i just want him in the worst ways but secretary is one of my favorite movies go watch it fr.

Price slams his hands on his desk before placing his head in his hands, letting out a frustrated sigh. He wipes his face with his hands and takes a deep breath, looking outside his office window to see you, typing away at your desk-- peacefully. He sits and watches as you walk away from your desk, returning with a sack of papers, which he assumes are the reports he had asked for earlier.

Price leans back in his chair, groaning in frustration as he realizes he has more work to do. You sit back at your desk, still peaceful and unaware of Price's growing frustration. You lean on your hand and gaze into the rest of the office as the stragglers pack up their stuff, getting ready to leave before your phone rings and interrupts your daydreaming.

Startled, you quickly pick up the phone and hear Price's gruff and strained voice on the other end. He calls you into his office immediately, his tone indicating urgency. You stand up from your desk and knock on his door, waiting until he gives you permission to enter. As you step into his office, you stand by the door and notice Price's tie hanging loosely around his neck, a cigar resting between his lips.

"C'mere, love," Price says as he rubs his temples, motioning for you to come closer. As you approach him, he blows out a cloud of smoke that fills the air before placing the cigar carefully in an ashtray. You stand beside his desk, noticing the stack of papers and files scattered haphazardly across the surface.

Price brushes up your leg with his hand, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he turns in his chair to face you fully. "You know I love this skirt on you," he says, his voice low and husky as he looks up at you, "it's one of my favorites." You feel a rush of heat going between your thighs as his hand travels on your leg, sending shivers down your spine.

"Thank you, sir," you respond with a slight blush, trying to hold back your growing desire. "If I remember you're the one who bought it for me," you add, a teasing tone lacing your words. "That's right," he whispers, his hand moving to your bare thigh, his fingers sliding under the hem of your skirt.

"Well, you deserved it for 'helping' me with all those late nights," he says, raising an eyebrow suggestively. You can't help but giggle at his innuendo, feeling a rush of heat spread through your body when he squeezes your thigh gently.

"You know why I called you in here, love?" He whispers, tilting his head slightly. Your heart races as you lock eyes with him, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. You bite your lip, finding yourself unable to form a coherent response as you rub your thighs to alleviate the growing ache. "Do you?" His hand stops its movement, resting on your thigh. You nod slowly, your breath catching in your throat.

A smirk plays on his lips as his thumb lightly traces circles on your hip. "Go on, then," he murmurs, spreading his legs to give you more space. You get down on your knees, feeling a surge of anticipation and vulnerability. As you look up at him, his hand comes down to cup your cheek, his touch both gentle and possessive.

He strokes your hair back, holding the back of your head to bring you to his lips in a passionate kiss. The taste of his cigar lingers on his lips as his tongue explores your mouth, leaving your brain buzzing with need. Price pulls away slightly, his lips brushing against yours. "Take off your shirt," he whispered, leaning back in his chair to admire the sight before him. With a smirk, you slowly begin to unbutton your shirt, revealing the pretty bra underneath.

"Is everyone else gone?" Price asks, his voice filled with anticipation as he watches you undress. You nod as you unbutton the last button, letting your shirt fall to the floor. His hand reaches out, gently caressing your face and jaw. "Such a pretty girl," he murmurs, his thumb tracing your plush lips.

You smile softly, looking up at him before kissing the tip of his thumb. Price lets out a low chuckle, trailing his hand down your neck, his fingers lightly grazing your bra strap. "I bought this too?" He asks, flicking his eyes up to meet yours.

"Yes, sir," you reply, feeling Price slide down straps from your shoulder, revealing more of your bare skin. He hums in approval, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You unhook your bra making sure to maintain eye contact with Price. A shiver runs through your body as the cool air hits your exposed chest. "You wanna help me relax a little?" Price asks, leaning back in his chair and spreading his thighs wider. Your eyes light up with excitement and anticipation as you reach out to touch him, eager to please him.

"Of course, sir," you say sweetly. Your hands glide over his thighs, feeling him tense up under your touch. You pull out his shirt from his belt, sitting up straighter to kiss him slowly as you unbutton his shirt, revealing more of his chest. The smell of his cologne surrounds you as you kiss a trail down his chest and stomach.

You reach his belt and slowly undo it, the sound of the buckle clicking echoing in the room as it hits the floor. As you slide his pants down, you can't help but bite your lip at the sight of the bulge in his underwear. Price inhales sharply as you graze your fingers over the fabric, teasingly tracing the outline of his cock. He chuckles deeply, his voice slightly strained as he grabs onto the armrests.

"You like teasing' me, don't you?" he asks, his breathing hitching as you brush against his aching tip that is straining against the fabric.

You giggle softly before finally freeing him from the confines of his underwear, feeling the weight of his length in your hand. "Maybe a little," you whisper, leaning in close to kiss down his length, savoring the way he twitches in your hand. His hand slides into your hair, brushing it away from your face as he scratches your scalp lightly. "C'mon, love, use that pretty mouth of yours," he murmurs, dropping his head back on his chair.

You smile and continue to tease him, kissing and licking along his shaft, relishing in the way his stomach tightens and his breath quickens. You suck his tip into your mouth, slowly stroking his base as you look up at him through your lashes. Price chuckles and grabs his still-burning cigar from the ashtray, taking a long drag, and exhaling a cloud of smoke that lingers in the air. "Fuckin' hell," he groans, brushing through your hair with his free hand.

He brunches your hair in his fist, guiding you further down his cock. You eagerly comply, taking him deeper into your mouth and using your tongue to tease the sensitive underside of his shaft. Closing your eyes, you focus on trying not to gag as Price holds you firmly in place against his hips, your nose pressed against his pelvis. He stares down at you as he slowly moves you up and down his length, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh, that's it, baby," he grunts, his voice laced with pleasure, "takin' me so well." Your cunt aches when he softly praises you, the wetness growing between your legs. Price continues to guide you, thrusting his hips gently just to hear you gag and whine around him. You grab onto his thighs for support, your fingers digging into his flesh as he uses your mouth to fulfill his desires. The sound of his heavy breathing fills the office, mixing with the sounds of your mouth working around him.

Price looks out the window, seeing the reflection of you in the glass, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you bob your head up and down. "Look at you, pretty girl," he whispers, looking back down at you as he pulls you off cock. You look up at him with glazed and teary eyes, panting softly as you wrap your hands around his length and stroke it gently. Price's free hand comes down to caress your cheek, his thumb lightly brushing against your glistening parted lips.

Your eyes focus on his cock, watching the way it glistens with your saliva and pre-cum. "Where do you want me to finish?" he asks, taking another drag of his cigar. You feel the ache between your legs intensify as you look up at him with a mix of desire and vulnerability.

"Anywhere you want, Sir," you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. The anticipation builds as Price's eyes darken with lust, his grip on his cigar tightening. He grabs your cheeks firmly, guiding your lips back to his cock.

Your tongue lolls out, eager to taste him again as he taps his tip against your lips. "How about here, hm?" he asks teasingly, his accent only turning your brain into more of a mess, "You would like that, wouldn't you?" You nod eagerly, unable to form words only letting out a soft moan as he pushes himself back into your mouth.

Your pretty lips wrap around him as he thrusts deeper, the sound of your gagging mixing with his low groans of pleasure. Price groans in pleasure, dropping back into his chair as he fucks your face with slow, deliberate thrusts.

Small tears run down your cheeks as he hits the back of your throat, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming your senses. You know Price is close to reaching his climax as his hips begin to stutter trying to maintain a steady rhythm. The room fills with the sounds of your gagging and his grunts as Price's breathing becomes more ragged, his grip tightening in your hair. With one final, deep thrust, Price releases himself with a guttural moan, his body shuddering with release. The taste of him fills your senses, and you swallow obediently, moaning around him.

As Price catches his breath, he pulls you off his cock and you take a moment to catch your breath. He puts out his cigar, looking at you with a satisfied grin. "Oh, love," he coos with a chuckle, leaning down to wipe the tears from your cheek and press a gentle kiss against your forehead. "You did so good," Price whispers, moving down to your lips and softly kissing you. You melt into his kiss, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue. You stand up slowly, Price helping you steady yourself. As you grab your shirt and bra from the floor, Price tucks himself back into his pants, his eyes never leaving you.

With a tender smile, Price pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms around you, holding you close. He turns his chair to face the window, the city night skyline sparkling with lights. He tucks his head into your neck and whispers, "You want me to play with you?" Price's fingers start to trace delicate patterns on your skin, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Don't you still have work to do, Sir?" you tease. Price chuckles softly, his warm breath tickling your ear. He checks his watch, seeing that it's 9 p.m. already. He kisses your neck as he pulls your skirt up slightly, revealing more of your bare skin. You drop your head on his chest, giggling as his lips continue to explore your neck, pulling your skirt higher up your thigh.

"Work can wait till tomorrow."

[delta-chan]

Thoughts about Dawntrail map six

Needless to say, very heavy spoilers beneath the read more!

I was initially a bit wary of Living Memory's telegraphed "reverse Ultima Thule" structure until I got the prompt that the scenery would be irreversibly altered at the first terminal. I panicked because like a lot of people I thought "oh nice, I'll come back here later for some nice gpose shots". That this beautiful place would have to be taken away for you to progress was almost incomprehensible to me and in that moment the genius of it clicked. It wasn't just a reverse spin on Ultima Thule's structure--it was a reverse spin that was going to back it up to an extreme.

The ephemerality of life is something FFXIV has touched on many times before, including as one of the chief themes of Endwalker. But while in Endwalker this was on a grand scale as a part of radical acceptance as a whole, Dawntrail's second half explores this idea in a more focused, intimate fashion. While the WoL has no one they are close to that they can engage with in an experience with like Erenville, Krile, and Wuk Lamat--they have the environment. And being that you're the person behind the WoL with an investment in that environment on some level the finality of moving forward hits you like a sack of bricks.

I spent a lot of time being kind of awed by this--it's a very, very solid gimmick. I sort of paused at the first prompt going "haha there's no way, right…?" before going "wait" and immediately setting out to take a bunch of quick shots. That place wasn't going to exist anymore, and I wanted a memory of it. That beautiful place--a painstakingly detailed and gorgeous bit of gpose bait if I've ever seen it--wasn't going to exist if I wanted to move on. It was… weird. I took so many nearly identical shots trying to get perfect ones because there was only ever going to be that moment. In the future there'll be new game plus. You might have alts. But in that moment, experiencing it for the first time... it's… really effective. Startlingly effective.

The fact that when I was watching the map introduction and thought about how Living Memory was an almost tailor-made gposing space (and let's face it probably is for exactly this reason) that I would have a lot of fun taking screenshots at later made me think about how many other people thought, are thinking, and will think the same thing not knowing that they're taking it for granted. Who would...? It's absurd. Why would the map be altered to such a degree that it'd be rendered gone all but in name...? It hasn't happened before. So why would it happen now? Why would it even come to mind?

And the thing is--even if someone warns you, even if you're spoiled, even if you have someone fly you from place to place--the terminals are still going to have to be shut down eventually if you want to move forward. You cannot keep it. Living memory is made to be seen once then destroyed by your own hand.

I mean--at the end of the MSQ I thought, perhaps naively, that Living Memory was going to be restored because the threat was resolved. I mean--everyone's gone. There's no need for the environment to stay gone as well, right...? I mean, they put so much loving detail into it!

Wrong.

In the immediacy of when I first finished Endwalker during its early access I wrote that I never wanted to return to Ultima Thule because it creeped me out. The map was emotionally fraught, and my first experience with it was being released into an incredibly dark map with a discordant soundtrack, jumping out of my seat at another player passing by. But returning to it for hunts and the Omicron quests I saw it for the vibrant, beautiful place that it was. It changed for the better and stayed that way.

In spite of how much I've talked up Living Memory's beauty and how much it inspires the drive to capture the moment before it leaves you, it's also far more disconcerting than Ultima Thule from the very beginning in an altogether different manner. Living Memory is something that you want to be that shouldn't be. Both in the context of the MSQ and as a map in general--you want to take screenshots, you want to linger, but the unchanging weather effect and languidly pleasant music begin to push against you if you stay too long.

When everything's said and done Living Memory becomes a featureless husk that now has natural changing weather. At night there are motes of light, golden remains of the once oppressive reminiscence. And in the background as if being piped from distant speakers, the languidly pleasant and slightly warped BGM echoing through the nothingness like an amusement park's PA system playing music for no one after closing for the last time.

It's something you didn't want that needs to be.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Tattoo Artist Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female Reader

Chapter Specific Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): explicit language, suggestive themes

Word Count: 5.1k

A/N: Part Five of Ink & Needle

You and Evie stake out 141 Ink. Amelia forms a plan. You and Ghost reunite.

Chapter Four // Chapter Six

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Sticky.

Sweaty.

Chest heaving.

Legs shaking.

And none of it the pleasant kind.

Your coffee is gone. It is somewhere down the street, splattered across the pavement, and likely creeping toward a storm drain. Whatever didn’t land on the ground spilled on you. It is in your hair. On your face. Smeared over the front of your coat.

The entryway floor of Amelia’s home is your refuge. You’re seated on the linoleum with your back against the door and legs outstretched in front of you. With shaking hands, you reach above your head to double-check the deadbolt. It’s locked, and yet it doesn’t smother the racing of your pulse.

How could it? You’re seeing things. Hallucinating. Who you saw simply isn’t possible. Of all the people in the world, how could it be him? How could it be Ghost? Your wraith. The man you took a risk on. The man who worshipped your body as if you were the only thing he’s ever wanted.

For a second time, you ran. Turned tail. Bolted.

Why? Why do you always run from everything? Why do you dart away the moment you start to get close? That’s the reality of your ineptitude to figure your shit out. When Ghost held you in his arms afterward, when those large, veiny hands of his caressed and squeezed your thighs, realization came charging toward you like a herd of stampeding animals. Yes, it was sex, but there were smaller moments—flashes of emotion—that you felt within yourself and radiating from him.

After it was done, you knew. The look of rejection and determination in his eyes when you glimpsed him through the cab’s rear passenger window only confirmed what you already understood. Your wraith claimed you in Riot Room’s green room. He branded you, inked your skin, took you within himself and then etched his essence into your flesh.

You told yourself in that moment that you would never be free of him.

And you were right. Unequivocally correct.

Not only did you run a second time, but he chased after you again. That realization is almost as earth-shaking as the fact that he’s just two streets over from Amelia’s home. Your wraith is within reach, and he still wants you, even after three goddamn years.

No, you say to yourself. It’s not possible.

Now you’re just making shit up to feel better. He can’t want you—can’t desire you after all this time. Ghost must have thought you were someone else, or he wants an explanation on why you left him hanging.

Is he someone who holds grudges? Will he threaten you like way he did that man who puts his hands on you?

I’ve killed men over less.

Unlikely. That wouldn’t make sense. While a pillar of darkness, with you, Ghost was anything but. The very idea of him being rough with you is immediately dismissed.

“Fuck,” you whisper at the ceiling. You blink rapidly and realize you’re crying.

One tear rolls down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away with the back of your hand. It’s the hand that held the coffee, and the sticky residue rubs against your skin, causing you to flinch away from your own touch.

Evie’s laugh startles you out of your stupor. You hear Amelia’s gentle chuckle as well. Their voices drift toward you from the direction of the kitchen. They can’t see you on the floor like this. You need to pull yourself together. Covering up the spilled coffee that stains your face and your clothes isn’t possible, but you can easily pass it off as a slip up. It’s these fucking tears you need to control.

As you shift forward in an attempt to try and drag yourself off the floor, the brown sack with the croissants scrunches under your fist. You glance down at it and wince. It’s smashed. Croissants are delicate, and they’re probably nothing but crumbs now.

You want to laugh but you’re afraid it might sound like you’re drowning. This entire situation is fucking awful. Ridiculous. You have no idea what to do about Ghost. And should you even care in the first place?

There is no debt owed. There are no strings with a hookup. Why are you spinning this idea that you are required to do anything about any of this? Ghost is not your responsibility, and a one-time hookup does not make you obligated to be his…anything?

The phantom of Ghost’s hands upon your thighs comes creeping up to the forefront of your mind. The slow drag of his fingers over your skin is so tangible that for a moment you almost believe that he’s really here, touching you, wanting to be closer.

Evie laughs again and that solidifies your resolve. You came to England for her. Evie’s husband is dead. He is in the ground and she is eight months pregnant. There is only you and Amelia here to take care of her. Evie is your priority.

Not Ghost.

Not your wraith.

“Fuck,” you repeat. Somehow, that one small word makes you feel a little better.

Peeling yourself off the linoleum is like removing a stubborn book cover sticker. It’ll either be perfect, or a straight up mess. You fall somewhere in between that spectrum.

As you enter the kitchen, Evie and Amelia don’t appear to notice you at first. They’re in deep conversation, and it isn’t until you’re nearly at the small breakfast table that they both realize you’re in the room with them. Evie’s stunning smile falters when her gaze falls on you. It’s a slow transition as she begins to take in your appearance.

Her eyes widen in concern. “What happened? Are you okay?” Evie starts to stand but you hold up a hand.

“I tripped,” you answer. It’s not exactly a lie. You did trip in your efforts to outrun your wraith.

Evie doesn’t need to know that information just yet, especially with Amelia sitting right there. You’ll have to tell Evie what happened, even though the very idea swirls the anxiety in your stomach around until you think you might puke what little coffee you did manage to consume before it met the pavement.

Evie settles back in the chair but the concern hasn’t left her face. “Hurt?”

Not physically.

“I’m fine,” you reply, setting the brown bag on the table. “But I’m a little worried for the croissants.”

Amelia grabs the bag and peers inside. “Oh dear. Well. At least you’re uninjured. That’s the most important thing.”

Using the table as a support, Amelia pushes up from her chair, and heads for the kitchen counter. Reaching into one of the cabinets, Amelia produces a large plate. Returning to the table, Amelia gently opens the bag and slides out the croissants onto the plate. An avalanche of broken golden pastry and crumbs follow.

You wince at the sight of the crushed croissants. “I’m going to change.”

Amelia arches an eyebrow. “Perhaps a shower?” She gestures toward your head, indicating the remains of the latte that have dried in the strands.

“That too,” you mutter, removing your coat and heading for the stairs.

After you shower out the coffee in your hair, you’re left with the final crushed croissant, and the rest of your day is spent making various phone calls on Evie’s behalf. By bedtime, you’re still working, but this time on actual paid work.

Evie sits up, propped against the headboard as she reads a book. You’re spread out at the end of the bed on your stomach, scrolling through emails.

“Evie?” you ask into the quiet.

“Yeah?” she replies, not looking up from her book.

You rest your chin on your elbow. “Can I talk to you about something?”

Evie marks her page in her book and sets it on the bedside table, resting one hand on her bulging belly. “What’s on your mind?”

Your work email pings and you briefly glance at it. Sighing, you turn back to Evie, ignoring the new email. After breakfast and the ridiculous amount of phone calls, you spent the rest of your time editing an instructional manual for a furniture company. The deadline is approaching, and you thought work might take your mind off the morning’s events.

But it didn’t. And your mind is still a swirling storm of anxiety that just won’t abate. You cannot stop thinking about Ghost and the intense look in his eyes when he realized it was you. The brief surprise became hardened determination, and that is what pushed you to bolt. Couple that with him chasing after you, and you’re an overflowing pot of boiling water.

Closing your work laptop, you push it to the side, sitting up until you’re fully facing Evie.

“Is it about this morning?” she asks softly.

How is this woman so goddamn intuitive? That kid isn’t going to get away with anything.

“Yes,” you reply slowly, drawing out the s a bit.

Her brows crease, and suddenly, Evie looks ready to fight God. “If someone hurt you—”

“No,” you say quickly, holding up both hands. “Stop. I’m fine. I’m just…” You trail off and then sigh heavily, rubbing your face with both hands as you try to figure out what it is you want to say.

Evie doesn’t speak. She waits until you’re ready.

Your hands drop to your lap. “I saw him this morning.”

Evie frowns. “Saw…him?”

You nod and lean forward a bit. “Him.”

Evie blinks, her lips parting slightly as her brain starts to piece the puzzle together. As it all starts to fall into place, Evie shakes her head in disbelief. “You’re having a laugh.”

Groaning, you throw yourself down on the bed, face-first. “I wish that I was,” you say, turning your head so your voice isn’t muffled.

“Are you sure it was him? Absolutely sure?”

“You don’t believe me.”

“That is not true,” says Evie with a bit of bite to her tone. “I’m just trying to process how it’s possible.”

“You and me both.”

Evie adjusts on the bed, and sits up a bit more. “But where did you see him? And more importantly, did he see you?” You wince, and Evie groans. “Tell me from the beginning. All of it. From the moment you left the house to when you returned. Every. Detail.”

Rolling onto your back, you tell Evie everything, all of it rushing out of you like water moving out of a tipped glass.

“Oh shit,” murmurs Evie as she absently rubs her belly.

“No kidding.”

“And it’s the same one from Riot Room? Ghost? That guy?”

You nod. “I am one hundred percent sure on that.”

Evie stares off into space for a few seconds while she absently rubs at the underside of her belly. She turns toward you abruptly as if yanked from her thoughts. “I need to see this man for myself.”

You bolt upright. “Absolutely not.”

Evie shrugs. “Then tag along if you’re that concerned.”

“That is not the point, Evelyn Green.” You throw one arm out to emphasize your point. “Ghost is in the past. We had sex—”

Evie interrupts. “According to you, it was,” she raises both hands, creating air quotes around the next words, “best sex you’ve ever had.”

“We had sex once,” you continue. “What more is there to say? I don’t need to dwell on him.”

Evie rolls her eyes. “Please. After that night, you changed. We all saw it. Even if none of us said anything to you at the time.”

You pause, pulling back a bit. “What do you mean?”

Evie sighs heavily. “I saw Ghost chase after you. I saw him standing on the curb. I saw him watching the cab drive off. And I saw your face when you turned away from staring at him.” Her head tilts to the side a bit. “The emotion on your face. It was like…it was like you knew you had just made the biggest mistake of your life.”

“Evie—”

“Shut up and listen to me.” She takes a breath. “Sorry. It’s the hormones. I’ve been moodier lately.”

And your husband is dead.

Evie winces as she adjusts on the bed. “When we arrived back to the hotel from Riot Room, did you realize you were smiling like an idiot in love? I know who you were thinking about. You told us every detail in the cab. And as you talked, you couldn’t stop grinning.” Evie removes her hand from her belly to rub at her lower back.

You stare down at your hands.

“A man doesn’t chase after someone he doesn’t want. Then you tell me that this morning, he ran after you? It’s been three years, and he still tried to catch you.” Evie shakes her head. “What isn’t clicking here?”

You open your mouth and Evie points at you. “Don’t make an excuse. I don’t want to hear it.”

“Then what’s your plan?” you sigh, playing with the hem of your shirt.

Evie’s lips purse and she taps the top of her stomach. “There’s a little café across the street. We can camp out. Watch the shop.”

“So we’re going to stalk him?” you ask skeptically.

“Yes!” Evie holds out a hand. “Give me your computer.”

Reluctantly, you do so. Evie rests it on her stomach. Opening it up, she starts clicking and typing away at the keyboard.

“What’s the name of the shop?” she asks without looking away from the screen.

“One-four-one ink,” you reply, scooting up beside her.

The tip of her Evie’s tongue is between her teeth. She taps away at the keyboard, entirely focused. She looks like Jade right now who always knows all the loopholes in finding shit out about people.

“Ha! Look at that.”

You lean closer and glance at the screen. You meet those dark eyes framed by pale eyelashes that look like halos. It’s Ghost on your computer screen. There is no doubt.

“That’s him,” you whisper.

Evie clicks through the various pages on 141 Ink’s website. Most of it contains information about services, ways to contact the shop, and a gallery of Ghost’s work. There is a very small “About” section that vaguely describes the start of 141 Ink, but nothing jumps out at you. It’s only two sentences worth of information. Other than that, the site is fairly normal.

All of this is right in front of you, and yet you still don’t have any additional information about this man. Ghost is just that. A ghost. A stranger. And yet, when you were in his arms, it felt so natural and comfortable.

Evie grabs her phone off the bedside table and opens Instagram. She enters 141 Ink into the search bar and taps on a result. She grins and hands you her phone. “Look at this. The guy has some serious talent.”

The photos and videos on 141 Ink’s Instagram are a lot more personal than the ones on the website. While many show pictures of completed piercings and tattoos, there are some that are much softer. Like the black German Shepard you noticed basking in the sun on the shop’s floor. There is a photo of him snoozing next to a waiting customer.

It’s personal. Sweet. And you can’t help but smile at it.

And Evie is right. Ghost is incredibly talented. Some of the work is simple and straightforward, but there are many more artistic pieces. They’re gorgeous, as if you’re looking into someone’s fever dream. The color, highlights, and dimension are all unnaturally realistic. Ghost certainly as an eye for this.

It’s such a strange thing to look at all this work, and think about Ghost. When you first met him, Ghost was a haunting shadow. A creature out of hell. Tattoo artists don’t have that same kind of aura to them. At the time, the possibility seemed out of the question. Ghost oozed danger, and you were certain he was going to snap the man’s neck who put his hands on you.

I’ve killed men over less.

It doesn’t make sense.

“Fine,” you finally concede. “We’ll scope the place out from the café across the street. But I am not talking to him.”

Evie rolls her eyes and laughs. “Sure thing.” She closes up your laptop and you take it from her, placing it on top of the nearby desk.

You slide in under the covers, and Evie returns to her book.

The following morning, you and Evie head for the little café across the street from 141 Ink. The sign outside the café says The Bird, and the logo is a blackbird on a branch. The inside is warm. Cozy. It’s early enough that you and Evie snag a corner table next to the window. Not knowing how long you’ll be there, Evie over orders as compensation for the server’s lost time.

When the food is delivered, the table is covered without a spare place to set anything down. It’s an absurd display, but Evie has money to spend, and the two of you will likely be here for several hours.

You fill up your coffee cup and the server tops off your mimosa glass. Evie stuffs her mouth full of pancakes. When the server turns around to leave, Evie grabs her backpack, digging around inside.

“Have some spy gear in there?” you joke, not expecting Evie to remove a pair of binoculars. You set your mimosa flute down on the table and cross your arms. “What is that?”

“It’s for research,” says Evie, shrugging her shoulders. She scans the café with narrowed eyes and then twists toward the window, holding the binoculars up to her face.

“I don’t know you,” you mutter, picking the flute back up to take a long sip. The bubbles in the champagne tickle your tongue, and you decide to swallow down the rest. It’s not like you’re driving. The two of you walked here.

Evie drops the binoculars from her face just as the server comes back to the table. You politely set the champagne flute down and the server uses their pitcher to refill your glass.

“Thank you,” you reply as they nod and turn to leave.

“What time does the shop open again?” asks Evie as she munches on a mouthful of pancake. “You said it was early.”

“It’s way past time now. I’m guessing the time I saw him wasn’t the actual opening time.”

Evie frowns and then holds the binoculars up to her face again. “I don’t see any movement inside.”

“This is absurd,” you say, waving your hand in the air.

“Wait!” Evie lowers the binoculars and you glance out the window.

Your eyes narrow slightly, gaze focusing in on the door of 141 Ink. There is movement. A shadow. A brief pause, and then, the door is opening.

Ghost is standing right there in the doorway as he guides the doorstop with the toe of his sneakers. He wears black joggers, a black t-shirt, and a zip up hoodie that’s open in the front. The hood is down but he’s wearing his signature balaclava. Beside him, the German Shepard appears momentarily before disappearing back inside.

Evie sighs appreciatively. “He is so large. Was he like that when the two of you hooked up? I never really got a good look at him.”

Maybe it’s the space between you and Ghost that makes you feel safe in your observation of him. He is the same, perhaps a bit softer in a few places where the muscles aren’t nearly so defined anymore, but you couldn’t really say for sure. From this distance, Ghost appears the same, but then again, you didn’t actually see all of him.

“He hasn’t changed,” you answer. “Not that I can tell.”

Evie chews around some pancake and then swallows. “I’m going to go talk to him.”

“Absolutely not, Evelyn Green.”

Evie points her fork at you. “Listen, bitch.”

“Evie,” you hiss, glancing around the café to see if anyone heard.

“I am trying to help you,” she says simply, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world to go talk to this man. “And since you’re not going to do it. I’m going.” Evie stands up and cradles her belly, nearly waddling to the door.

“Evie,” you call out, but she ignores you.

You watch in horror as Evie crosses the street and strolls up to the open door of 141 Ink. She knocks on it, waves—likely at Ghost or the dog—and then steps inside. You itch to reach across the table and snag the binoculars to see what Evie is up to in there.

“Oh my god,” you murmur to the air, tossing back the rest of your mimosa.

Several minutes later, Evie reappears in the doorway, and you sigh with relief. But when she steps outside, Ghost follows her. He offers her his arm, and she takes it. The black German Shepard stands guard in the doorway as Ghost escorts Evie to the edge of the road.

When Ghost glances to the left, Evie looks up, sees you, and eagerly points at him with a big grin on her face. Ghost glances to the right, then the left again, before helping Evie across the road. When they make it to the sidewalk, they keep walking as Evie gestures at the door to the café.

Ghost opens the door for her, and when Evie steps inside, her grin is downright smug when she notices you. You can’t run this time. There is no escape from this.

“Thank you,” says Evie as she slides into her seat, her hand on her belly.

“People drive fast on that road,” he replies.

Ghost turns to leave and freezes when he sees you sitting there. You watch as his pupils dilate. Science says that when human eyes dilate like that, it’s because they see someone they love. It’s also a sign of the biological need to reproduce. And you’re watching it happen in real time with Ghost.

Your mouth does not form words. Instead, you simply stare, and Ghost stares back.

Ghost blinks and then he’s almost shaking his head like he’s not sure of where he is. “Enjoy your meal,” he says.

Your gaze drops, noticing the way his hands clench and unclench. You’ve seen him do it before. At Riot Room. When he hesitated in the seconds before touching you.

Ghost exits through the door, and your gaze follows him. He pauses right outside The Bird’s large window. Ghost pushes up his balaclava to his nose and lights a cigarette.

You follow him out the door where he pauses to push up his balaclava and light a cigarette. Then he’s jogging across the street, leaning against his tattoo shop to smoke. Ghost is looking directly at you, and you cannot stop staring back.

Those dark eyes are stones that crush your bones, and no one can pull you from your torment expect him.

It isn’t until he puts his cigarette out and goes inside his shop that you release a deep sigh. Turning back to Evie, you groan at the sight of her feral grin.

“How could you?”

Her grin only widens. “You’re going to be thanking me once you talk to him.”

“What did you say to him?” you ask, exasperated. Evie shrugs, and stuffs more pancake into her mouth, saying nothing. “Evelyn Green, I swear to God.”

Evie stuffs another mouthful of pancake into her mouth. The server reaches out to snag an empty plate and you address them, needing something strong. “Can you leave the mimosa pitcher?”

“Sure,” she laughs, bringing it back a minute later. You immediately pour yourself another glass and stare down at your own breakfast which is entirely untouched.

Evie points to your plate with her fork. “Are you going to eat that?”

“No. I’m getting drunk instead.”

The moment you and Evie return home, Amelia is already in the kitchen with a kettle on for tea.

“How was breakfast?” asks Amelia as she starts setting everything out on the table.

“Amazing!” beams Evie, nearly bouncing on her toes.

“Fine,” you reply, voice monotone.

Evie grabs your arms and gives it a good shake. “We should tell Amelia.”

“Absolutely n—”

You don’t even get your words out before Evie is charging forward. “Do you want to hear who we ran in to at breakfast?”

“Amelia doesn’t need to hear that.”

“Hush,” says Evie, waving you off. “Amelia, are you familiar with the tattoo parlor just a street or two over. Across from the café we went to?”

Amelia nods. “Oh, yes. I’ve chatted with the young man that owns it. Very nice. Very,” Amelia holds her arms wide. “Large. Those muscles on him always impressed me.”

Evie grins and you slouch into a seat. “During my bachelorette party, this one ran off with him for a bit.” Evie points at you over her shoulder.

Amelia tilts her head slightly in confusion and Evie makes a gesture with her hands replicating intercourse.

“Oh,” laughs Amelia, turning in your direction. “Did you?”

The kettle shrieks and Amelia takes it off the burner, carrying it over to the little table, setting it down on a neatly folded towel. Evie takes a seat to your left while Amelia sits across from you.

“I need every detail.” Amelia starts assembling the tea and you slouch further in the chair.

You leave out the act itself, not wanting to detail to Amelia exactly how good Ghost was in that green room.

“And you ran from him?” ask Amelia slowly.

“Twice!” says Evie and Amelia shakes her head in disappointment.

“It’s done,” you reply sharply. “It’s in the past. We need to let this go. I need to let this go.”

Amelia leans back in her chair. “This sounds like a second chance to me. Why don’t you go talk to him? At least find a bit of closure.”

Evie places her elbows on the table. “Or get it on in the tattoo parlor.”

“That too,” nods Amelia.

The alcohol sits heavy in your stomach. “I’m going upstairs.”

“Suit yourself, but tomorrow we’re all going to the pub. On Sunday’s I go to the Dancing Faun. The owner always puts on American baseball on the telly for me.”

“You watch American baseball?” you ask skeptically.

“Oh, yes.” She leans forward as if she’s passing on a secret. “It’s the uniforms.”

Evie cackles, and you roll your eyes.

The next day, near lunchtime, you, Evie, and Amelia all head to the Dancing Fauna. It’s on the same street that The Bird and 141 Ink are on. Amelia assured the both of you that it’s usually an older crowd and that people around your age typically don’t venture inside unless everything else is packed.

Which means you won’t see Ghost. You can cure your headache with more alcohol and call it good.

The outside of Dancing Faun is a deep, forest green with gold accents. The door is solid black. Amelia pushes on it and Evie follows behind with you bringing up the rear. It’s fairly dark inside. The only light comes from a few hanging lamps above the bar and along the wall. Several televisions display various sports including rugby and soccer.

“Amelia! Usual spot?”

You glance to the right and notice the bartender. He’s roughly middle-aged, likely leaning toward the higher end of forty.

“You know it, Ben,” replies Amelia.

“Already have it on. And you brought guests.” Ben’s voice is gruff but his smile is kind.

“Just the two. And only one is drinking.” Amelia gestures at Evie. “This one will need some tea and perhaps something to eat?”

Ben nods and wipes his hands with a bar towel, already moving into action.

Your gaze takes in the rest of the bar. There are only three people taking up seats. Two sit close to each other but with one chair between them. The third person is at the end of the bar, closest to the door and what looks like an entryway that leads to a flight of stairs and perhaps a back room.

As you focus on the man sitting at the end of the bar, you squint, confused at first. Then you notice the black German Shepard snoozing at his feet on the floor. Then the man is turning toward you, his balaclava pushed up to his nose, a beer glass lifting toward his mouth.

He stops. You stop.

Ghost is here. Your wraith. Yet again, the two of you are meeting in unexpected places.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Looking away quickly, you stare at the back of Evie’s head, following Amelia as she starts to introduce you to everyone in the pub. You smile when prompted, but you hear nothing of what is being said. You sense Ghost’s gaze on your back, and the very idea of his eyes on you sends a rippling heat of pleasure down your spine.

It’s not right. It’s not fair. Your body is betraying you.

Amelia turns and you follow her, nearly clinging to Evie in your desperation. Amelia pauses and introduces you and Evie to the two men sitting next to each other at the bar. Then you’re right in front of Ghost and Amelia is beaming at him.

“This is Simon,” she says casually. “Runs the tattoo parlor just a few shops down. He’s the only young one we allow around here.” Amelia grins and you want to flee all over again.

Ghost—or rather, Simon’s—gaze is fixated on you. Unmoving.

Amelia pats your shoulder. “I know the two of you know each other, but it’s been a while. How about you two catch up and Evie and I will go enjoy the game.”

“Amelia—”

“Sit,” insists Amelia, quickly ushering Evie away.

You’ve been betrayed.

Slowly, you sink down on the stool next to Simon—Ghost? What should you call him now?

“What will it be?” asks Ben, his gaze expectant.

“I’ll take whatever he’s drinking.” Ben shrugs and grabs a glass, filling it up before sliding it over to you. “Thank you,” you murmur.

Ghost sits up straighter, and shifts in his stool. He keeps one arm on the bar top, but the other rests against his leg, his hand poised on his knee. Your knee is touching his, and the very tips of his fingers brush against your jeans.

You have all his attention, that is very apparent.

“Hello,” you say weakly, unsure of where to begin.

“Hello,” he replies, and the sultry purr in his voice breaks something in you.

There is no going back.

Ghost—Simon? Is all there is.

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[intimidatingpuffinstudios]

That interrupted scene with Zach made me think how would the other RO's react in their place?

Morkai: would glare at the tent flap and be torn between wanting to ignore the disturbance and going out to ensure that there is no danger to the MC around. Protectiveness would win, but he'd bitch about it for days afterward.

Straasa: same as Zach, really. Would get super concerned, stop all proceedings, and go out to see if someone needs help. He asks if the MC would be okay staying in the tent alone, but doesn't argue if the MC wants to go with him.

Daelynn: would freeze in horrified shock at getting interrupted and then scream back at whoever was outside to get lost or get fried. Might throw a lightning bolt for good measure.

Eledwen: would immediately clamber off the MC, frown, and then go to investigate. She lets the MC decide for themselves if they want to come along or not.

Manerkol: pauses, politely gets you off his lap/gets off your lap, gives you a peck on the lips and sweetly asks you to wait one moment. Then, he is gone in the blink of an eye and is back in the next. The screaming stops.

Sielthan: gets super irritated, instant scowl, and a grimace of distaste. Can't people have breakdowns/get murdered in their own time?! Makes a mental note to get soundproofing next time. Wants to keep going.

Rai: is so startled that they tumble off of you and land on the floor like a sack of potatoes. They get very focused during sexy times, so this is a shock. They stomp out of the tent, yelling, "You better be dying!" to whoever is making the ruckus.

Cy: keeps the MC's environment carefully curated, so there's no chance of this happening. All the screaming goes on in soundproof rooms, and no one is stupid enough to interrupt their me time with the MC.

Bonus, Mornie: would not give a single flying fuck about any screaming. She is actually kind of digging the vibe. Won't get up or let the MC get up either.

[synnlyrose]

Thought #1.3- Taehyun (Smut)

and his very secret submissive side...

Sure, when Taehyun was with his members he had to act all tough & 'like a man'. He'd crack jokes and make witty remarks just doing things that made him seem more masculine. Being the second youngest of his group he'd do anything to make himself look more mature. It was what he strived for.

So when Beomgyu (it's always Beomgyu) , made a joke about Taehyun being the one who actually wore the pants in the relationship Taehyun laughed and agreed with Beomgyu as the rest of his members chuckled in agreement as well.

He wore the pants? Ha! That was laughable! The man could barely watch a scary movie without burrying his face in your shoulder through most of it, but he wore the pants? This made you shoot a small questionable eyebrow at Taehyun who caught it, his cocky smirk faultering in the slightest. He could have said that you both do your fair share of pants wearing, but he didn't. You didn't correct him in front of his members but...little did his members know that the masculinity he exuded with them was shredded to pieces especially in the bedroom & especially with you.

••

"F-f-fuck please...baby I...want...to cum..." Taehyun would gasp, his head lifting slightly to look at you while your hands and mouth worked his shaft. His hands gripping the sheets for dear life, while his abdomen was sore from how hard he clenched, trying so hard to hold back the orgasm you keep denying him. Sweat had formed on his chest and face as he breathed more and more rapidly. It was getting harder to hold back.

"Uh-uh, say you're sorry..." You grinned before swallowing his cock once more.

Taehyun, who was on the verge of insanity, immediately started apologizing "I-I'm sorry I laughed a-at- B-b-beomgyu's joke-fu-ck!" He choked out, his head falling back onto the pillow, his head tossing to the side, with alittle breathy whimper following. Your cheeks hollowed out around his cock and the lewd sounds of your slurps and slops would fill the air around you. His cock left your mouth with a loud pop making him shiver again. He had felt his orgasm building, his ball sack tightening with the sensation of bursting and suddenly it was gone.

A frustrated groan left his mouth as he stared up at the ceiling, his fingers digging into the palm of his hands, he was so close, but you knew him all too well. A single hand would snake around his dick as you started to pump it slowly teasingly slow, prompting him to look at you.

"What did you say, Hyunnie??" You'd mock coyly, sticking your tongue out to lick at the head of his already sensitive cock. This made him shutter violently as thoughts of him cumming all over your face plagued his mind.

"Said 'm sorry for laughin' a-at Gyu's s-stupid joke..." He stuttered out, his eyes meeting yours once more. "Please, baby...just...let me cum..." He'd beg, his eyes watering slightly from the frustration that was building in him. He was trembling from the orgasm denial and the overstimulation you'd been putting him through for the last 20 minutes or so.

A grin would pull at your lips as you took his cock back into your mouth, ignoring his pleds as you continued to have your way with him. Little did he know, you enjoyed the sound of him begging at your mercy a little too much.

••

....come on just think about it a submissive Taehyun, begging at your mercy to cum.

[cursedvida]

Can u do a buggy x sick reader? Fluff/comfort. The reader tries to get him to not take care of them because they don't wanna get him sick too.

I came down with a small fever and feel icky.

(if you do this, thank youuuuu)

PROMISE (Buggy x sick!Reader)

Warning: maybe swearing and the fact that english isn't my first language. Also the Reader is a f!Reader.

A/N: basically a fluffy scenario with a stubborn reader and a worried Buggy.

You haven't been feeling too well for a few days. At first it was just a simple sore throat, but now you feel your chest burning every time you cough a little. This morning you noticed that you also have a fever, not very high at first, but now you feel as if everything around you is spinning. You even have a headache because of the discomfort.

You haven't wanted to say anything to anyone, you've always been a pretty independent person and you don't want them to think that you can't stand even a simple cold. But as the hours go by, it's gotten to the point where you can hardly stand up. You feel your face getting very hot. It's not cold, but you're intemperate because of the fever. You have tried to hide your condition for as long as possible, but one of your companions seems to have gone off the deep end and now Buggy is standing in front of you, quite angry.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He's pacing back and forth nervously. He approaches you, taking off one of his gloves so he can touch your forehead.

You immediately pull away.

"Get off" you move away. "I don't want you to get it because of me. It's just a cold, don't worry."

"You're burning up, Y/N…"

You repeat to yourself that it's no big deal. Buggy is very dramatic, that's exactly why you didn't want him to know. Now he's sure to make a big deal out of it and end up sick. And it will all be your fault for not having known how to fake it properly.

You don't like to worry him, Buggy has too much on his mind to be wasting time on trifles. The idea of being a burden and not being able to fend for yourself disgusts you.

"I'll just go rest for a while and that's it" you tell him, smiling. "Don't be angry, come on…"

You sense that he is about to say something to you, but instead of opening his mouth, he just pulls his arms away from his body and sweeps you up.

"Buggy!" You exclaim, somewhere between surprised and embarrassed "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you want to go rest?"

"But I've already told you I'm going by myself. Really, if you do this you'll fall ill…"

Buggy moves closer to you, his arms back in place and now he has you pinned next to his body, carrying you as if you were a heavy sack. His face close to yours, his eyes on your face. You notice how his hands press against the parts of your body they have you by.

"Buggy, I'm serious, if we're that close…"

"What kind of guy would I be if I left you alone with that fever?"

His voice sounds dry, raspy. Buggy is usually outrageous when he gets angry, he likes people to notice him pissed off, to let everyone know he's not in a good mood and therefore the rest are going to pay for it. But right now his anger is different, much more intense, more real. Buggy doesn't yell or make a show of it, he just sounds like he's really hurt. As if you have really offended him.

"Buggy I… I didn't mean something like that. I just…"

"You think I care more about not catching a cold than supporting you?"

"Of course not!" You exclaim as you notice the pain in his words "I never thought anything like that, I just wanted to take care of you."

The clown clicks his tongue, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"Look how silly you are sometimes, baby doll" He cocks a half smile just before giving you a kiss on the forehead "This time I'm the one who has to take care of you. And that's what I'm going to do."

And that last sentence doesn't sound like a warning, but a promise.

[stray-kaz]

Double The Bounty : a Roronoa Zoro x f!reader fic part one

Summary: There's only one room left at the inn and Zoro and a female bounty hunter grudgingly agree to share for the night.

A/N: Reader has a name, for the sake of ease and of the story. It makes sense, trust me.

Soft Zoro.

For 18+ only, thanks.

Tired but running on adrenaline, you dragged the heavy sack into the rundown inn, immediately clocking the only other person besides the keeper, standing on either side of the desk. He turned at the sound of the door closing, his eyes landing on the sack you were double handing inside. His gaze seemed to move in slow motion, but the mind behind it was quick.

"There's only one room left, kid" the innkeeper told you, glancing warily at your full sack and the almost identical one sitting at the feet of the dark eyed stranger.

You bristled, weariness sloughing off you like water.

"First, not a kid. Second, I have enough Berry to pay you and him" you retorted.

"Look. I already told you there's only the one room left" the man repeated, sounding about as tired as you were feeling. "Unless you wanna share, find someplace else."

Before the other hunter, because you knew that's what he was, could say a word, you did it for him. You were too tired to look elsewhere, and you wanted a decently soft bed to sleep in for the night. If that meant sleeping next to him, that would do.

"Fine" you said abruptly, striding forward to the desk and slapping down a fistful of notes. "I'll share with him. I just want to go to sleep."

The dark eyed man turned to you with a glower, his jaw set tight.

"I don't even know your name" he growled. "What makes you think I would be happy to share a bed with you?"

You stuck out your right hand and, grudgingly, he shook it.

"Monkey D. Isabel" you said coolly. "Now you know my name, Roronoa Zoro. And as for why you would be happy to share a bed with me? I'm much softer company than the floor."

His eyebrows rose barely, but you still saw.

"Your pretty face is famous" you told him, offering him a tight, shallow bow.

The innkeeper glanced between the two of you, not at all amused by the exchange. He slid the money off the desk into his palm and shoved a key at you.

"Get gone, pirate hunters" he muttered. "And don't make a mess."

He eyed Zoro narrowly as he said it; he just moved aside to allow you to lead the way to the lone room, the old stairs creaking under your boots and his. Your weighted sacks thumped hard on the staircase and along the hallway floor. Zoro glanced down at yours.

"You good with those?" he asked, eyes shifting to settle on your matching hip revolvers.

Your chin tipped up in defiance and pride.

"About as good as you are with those blades, Roronoa."

"Everybody calls me Zoro" he muttered.

You glanced up at him as you pushed the key into the lock and turned it, leaning on the sticky door to open it under your shoulder.

"I'm not everybody" you told him.

"Noted."

He dropped his sack against the door and you followed suit, before throwing yourself down on the edge of the bed and yanking your boots off. Zoro paid you no mind until you unslung your gun belt from around your hips and draped it over the door handle and started to shimmy out of your pants, the supple leather attempting to cling to your curves as you dragged them off.

He blinked his dark eyes at you, still saying nothing, his gaze dropping to drag over the flare of your hips and the lacy cotton cupping you between your thighs. But as your hands rose to the silver zip on your shirt, he found his tongue.

"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his voice hot and eyes hotter still.

You eyed him closely, amusement and concern warring in your head. You settled for sarcasm.

"You can sleep with your swords if you prefer, Roronoa, but I dislike sleeping fully dressed."

Before he could respond, you swiftly unzipped your shirt and tossed it onto the end of the bed with your pants, leaving you in your underwear and black corset, the fabric clinging to you almost as firmly as Zoro's heavy gaze.

You wandered into the tiny bathroom and splashed lukewarm water on your face, rubbing your eyes clear of the water and blinking at your reflection in the rust spotted mirror.

Suddenly, you heard Zoro's voice muttering something in the main room, and you ducked your head out to see him.

"Sorry, did you say something?" you asked, curious in spite of yourself.

He nodded, one hand rubbing down the back of his neck.

"Yeah. I did. The swords only come off when the clothes come off, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I can sleep sitting up, Isabel."

Your body started a little at the sound of your name in his mouth, before your mind could react. You smiled at him.

"When the clothes come off, huh? I am not afraid. What, are you going commando or something?"

You had been teasing, but the way he went silent as he simply stared at you told you more than you had expected. His long fingers wrapped around the hilt of the most beautiful sword you had ever seen, clenching tightly as he ducked his head a little.

"Today, yes" he said quietly.

"Ah" you murmured, thinking on your feet.

Finally, you shrugged.

"Well, okay. I promise I don't bite."

His eyes widened slightly. Then he gestured loosely towards you.

"You could at least turn around" he mumbled.

You circled the bed and climbed in on the left, rolling over to show him your back, your knees pulled up a little. With the side of your head pressed into the pillow, you could still hear as Zoro slowly undressed, starting with his triplicate swords. He eased them down beside the bed, within his reach for when he lay down, and stripped off his shirt, letting it drop onto the floor.

You closed your eyes, nuzzled deeper into the pillow, and tried not to hear as he loosed the clasp on his pants and kicked off his boots before sliding them down and off over his feet. You wrapped your arms around yourself tightly as the covers lifted and the mattress dipped beneath his weight.

"How long have you been hunting for?"

The quiet voice surprised you and you turned partway to see him, the slope of the covers revealing smooth collarbones you tried not to stare at.

"About four years" you replied, just as quietly.

The room was still light enough to see in, but the slowly moving shadows inspired soft speech.

"You left your home?"

You snorted, and were surprised to feel the slow brush of fingertips down the back of your neck, your hair lifted away by stronger knuckles than yours.

"More like I was kicked out. My grandfather is not the sentimental type. I didn't want to leave my brother with him, but I didn't have much choice. He was just a kid. But dear old Grandpa decided I was old enough to fend for myself."

A pause, then...

"This isn't what you want?"

You shrugged.

"It doesn't matter anyway" you muttered. "Life is what it is."

"It does matter. What do you want? What's your dream?"

You sighed, unconsciously pushing your head back into his touch, his slender fingers wrapping carefully around your hair.

"I don't dream, Roronoa" you told him quietly. "I only sleep."

"Are you sure?"

Warm breath ghosted over the bare skin of your shoulders and you shivered, Zoro intently watching from behind you. If you were indifferent to him, goosebumps wouldn't be breaking out on your skin.

"Yes" you mumbled.

"Maybe you just don't remember them."

You arched your back and tucked your hands down between your clamped legs, turning your body into a living knot.

"My dream is boring" you admitted at last, the words a whisper in the air over you both.

"I'll be the judge of that, Izzy."

You squeezed your eyes shut tight at the sound of the nickname, a common enough one but unfamiliar to you.

"I want to settle. I want to stay in one place. I want to feel safe."

The last was spoken so quietly, he only just heard it. As the silence drew on, you shook your head to yourself and your hair fell past your shoulder, revealing a tiny golden flower inked onto the back of it. Without thinking, Zoro pushed forward and kissed it, his lips rubbing gently over the petals, the tip of his tongue touching the center.

You yelped quietly and shifted your position on impact, your chest pressing into the mattress, but your hips pushing back, finding nothing there. But then a strong hand curled over your hip and drew you slowly backwards.

"Hey" Zoro murmured. "You can look at me. I don't bite either."

You flipped onto your back, looking cautiously up at him. You didn't know Roronoa Zoro from any other pirate hunter, you could each kill the other with such ease it was almost laughable, but you didn't want to kill him. The thought made you feel sick, but the heat in his dark eyes made your heart pound for an entirely different reason.

"I can't help you settle. And I can't help you to stay in one place. But I can help you feel safe" he said low, his voice surprisingly gentle.

Your throat caught and he tilted his head to one side as he studied you carefully.

"Would you like me to help you feel safe?"

The seconds dragged on in the warm air between you, until you finally nodded.

"Yes" you said softly. "I'd like you to do that."

Zoro nodded and tugged gently at you until you settled one leg over his bare hip, the tension in your thigh pulling you in closer to him. You felt his breath shake over your hair as you moved to share his pillow, your foreheads almost touching. You hoped he couldn't hear your racing heart as he wrapped an arm around your waist, his forearm warm and solid against your bare skin.

You pressed even closer, pretending you didn't hear his sharp inhale and couldn't feel quiet pants brushing over your lips. You closed your eyes, hoping the intensity would abate, praying he would remain where he was, holding you, and not let go.

You fell asleep slowly to the warm sensation of his fingers stroking up and down your spine.

You woke with the sense of midnight all around you, eyes heavy and closed, but slowly aware of the building heat in your belly, the heat that had no doubt woken you up. Well, that and the gentle insistent nudging against the lace of your underwear.

You forced your eyes open all the way and blinked groggily, slowly bringing Zoro into shadowy focus. His eyes were closed, his lashes charcoal smudges across his cheekbones, his nose nearly brushing yours. A tiny furrow had formed between his eyebrows and his lips were slightly parted.

You tried to scoot away, but his arm still around your waist increased its grip and pulled you back, dragging your core up against him and forcing a soft whimper out between your lips. You set a firm hand on his chest and tried to push him back, but instead, you only felt his heart thrumming beneath your palm, too fast for a sleeping man.

You glanced back to his face to see his eyes were open, blacker than the shadows and fixed wholly on you. You could have drowned in the inky depths, your heart slamming just as hard as his behind your ribs.

"You're supposed to be asleep" he muttered, his voice thick and raspy with sleep.

You cleared your own throat, doing your best to ignore the traitorous throb between your legs at the sound of him.

"So are you" you replied, not endeavoring to move away again.

"So why aren't you?"

You sighed and shifted in his hold to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling. You debated lying and then decided to just tell him the truth. What harm, right?

"I can't sleep in this state, Roronoa Zoro."

He blinked, his hand slowly sliding round to rest over your hip, the pad of his thumb digging into your flesh.

"What state is that?" he mumbled, apparently oblivious to his own arousal.

"Turned on" you grumbled, not looking at him.

Air escaped him in a quiet rush.

"Sorry" he murmured.

You huffed, almost amused.

"Not your fault. Well...not really, anyway. It's okay. Go back to sleep, Roronoa."

To emphasise your point, you reached over and halfheartedly shoved at his shoulder. He gripped your hand and pressed his lips to the pulse in your wrist. You gasped in surprise as he sucked lightly on the fine skin, his dark adjusted eyes fixed on the matching pulse pounding in the hollow of your throat.

"If not my fault, then whose? Let me help you sleep, Izzy."

You bit your lip, stifling another soft sound as the covers moved, rising like a wave over his shoulders as he shifted on top of you, mattress dipping as he knelt between your knees, gently prying them apart with warm hands and lowering his mouth over your belly button, softness giving way slightly beneath his lips.

You held your breath as he slowly dragged cotton and lace down your legs, hips rising unconsciously to allow him to do so, but when you felt warm breath brush over you, you snapped back to yourself and slid a gentle palm against his jaw just as it loosed a little. Zoro glanced up at your face, his eyes burning in the darkness.

"I can help" he told you. "Let me help."

"Kiss me first."

The covers slid onto the floor in a messy heap as he surged over you, swallowing your gasp as his tip brushed your heat. His kiss was electric, the heat of a summer storm rushing in your veins. He was gentler than you expected, his lips dragging slowly against yours, stoking a fervor within you.

He was a complete stranger to you, other than his reputation, but Roronoa Zoro kissed like he knew you, like a fight to the death, one he knew he would win.

You grasped for his shoulders, something to hold onto, something to keep you grounded. He groaned when you dug your fingernails in and you snatched at that opportunity to find his tongue, drawing a wilder sound out of his throat and a frantic twist of his hips, rutting against you and brushing by your screaming bundle of nerves.

He wrenched his head back, breathing heavily, and looked down to where he pressed against you, leaking slightly onto your skin. When he looked at you again, his teeth were digging into his bottom lip and his eyes were wide. You had no doubt that you looked just as wrecked.

Before you could push at him, or pull at him, or ask why he'd stopped, he lowered his head and kissed down the center of your corset bra, the trail of his burning lips making you shiver as they reached your skin once more and he shifted back down the bed, littering the skin around your belly button with fluttery kisses.

He drew lower still, breathing gentle warm air over you, then caught sight of one of your hands fisting the sheet beneath your body. He turned his head to see the other doing the exact same. He reached for one of them and placed it with care on the back of his head, feeling your fingers immediately curl into the short hair.

When his lips brushed over you the first time, your fingers flexed and you whimpered. The second time, when his tongue peeked out, your other hand joined the first, desperate for an anchor as he set you adrift. He kissed you firmly, his hands pressing down on your wiggling hips. When that didn't work, he crossed his arms over your stomach like twin iron bands and held you down that way.

You were sure you looked quite a picture, were anyone to see: legs kicked over his broad shoulders, heated face as he licked into you and imprisoned by two ropy arms with the sole purpose of keeping you still so he didn't have to stop again.

Zoro's nose brushed your clit and your thighs closed against his ears, muffling your noises. He didn't like that much, but he couldn't do anything about it when his hands were busy elsewhere. He thought he could hear his name, each letter stretched and hollowed out of your throat, half sobbed half screamed at the ceiling.

He smiled, too close, and you jerked at the faint scrape of his teeth against you.

"Sorry" he mumbled, and dragged his tongue up in apology, kissing at your livewire.

You twitched, panting above him, as he slowly pulled his arms back, sliding his hands down your sides. He gently grasped your thighs and tugged, withdrawing his head, but left your trembling knees hooked over his shoulders. He stroked your stomach, soothing the skin as you gradually came back to yourself, your eyes opening and focusing on him again.

You felt your cheeks reheat all over again at the sight of his smile, damp and victorious.

"Hey, pretty girl" Zoro murmured. "Tired yet?"

With a sound that seemed halfway between a growl and a groan, you pulled him back up to you and wrapped your legs around his waist, canting your eager hips up to meet him. He hissed softly when his now oversensitive tip pushed against your heat, fighting the urge to let his eyes roll back.

Slick and waiting, there was no resistance as he sank inside.

Your back arched instantly, and he took that opportunity to pull a covered nipple into his mouth and suck hard through the material, sending a hot bolt of lightning right down to where you were joined with him. You sank back to the mattress and he followed you, dragging his lips up the front of your throat. He kissed your upturned chin and followed that line up to your lips. You kissed him back hungrily, locking your ankles at the small of his back, desperate for him to do something.

You broke from him for air and he dropped his head to kiss over your collarbone. He scraped his teeth down and you shifted under him, whining through your nose.

Zoro paused and looked up at you, questioning. What he saw kicked his heart into gear.

"Please" you said softly, your eyes pleading, your pupils twin eclipses.

He didn't need to be asked twice. He started slow, dragging in and out of you, tilting his head and listening to every sound he eked out of you with every pump of his hips. You grabbed at his shoulders, eliciting harsh breaths from him as your fingernails pressed in tightly. His scalp ached a little from your earlier double fisted grip on his hair, and he knew that now his shoulders were going to be sore, too. But he couldn't quite bring himself to care. You sounded too damn good.

And then you freed one hand to press onto the back of his head, tilting your chin at the same time so you could kiss him again, eager and moaning as your legs slowly climbed higher and higher up his sides.

Your mind spun with the reality of what was happening, an out of control tilt-a-whirl. Falling asleep, waking up, taking your leave; that was the plan. The plan was not to accept one climax from a pirate hunter you knew by name only, and then have him well on his way to offering you another.

You felt a light pinch at the juncture between your hip and thigh and opened your eyes to find Zoro staring at you, sweat beading on his forehead and eyes glazed and dark.

"Hey" he panted. "Outta your head, please. That's not where I am."

You felt him swell inside you and tossed your head back into the pillow, groaning, overwhelmed.

"You're everywhere!" you retorted, lifting a shaky hand to drag down over your face.

He thrust gently, teasing, and your hand dropped to rest over your heart; it thumped painfully against your palm, a bird desperate for freedom.

"Everywhere" Zoro repeated, quietly. "That's good, isn't it?"

You panted at the ceiling, but said nothing. Until you felt his hand gently grasp the side of your face so you would look at him. There was something unsure in his gaze you hadn't yet seen.

"Am I...making you feel good?" he asked, gone perfectly still.

Your own eyes widened and you nodded frantically, pushing up on your elbows to lick past his defensive bottom lip.

"Flip" you mumbled against his lips, withdrawing just barely.

"What?"

You pushed pointedly at his shoulder until he latched onto your meaning and rolled, pulling you with him to settle over his hips. They pressed bluntly against your soft inner thighs and you sighed quietly at the steady impact.

Zoro gazed up at you, his hands now resting on your knees.

"What you want that for?" he asked, confused. "You felt good, right? I was, ah. Fu - hmm."

You had just started to move, pressing your hands down firmly on his chest, your hips rolling, inner walls clamping against him at just how good he felt under you. At this angle, you knew your finish would be staved off, but watching his face swept the care for it out of your mind. His nostrils flared as he breathed hard through his nose, his eyes hooded onyx as he watched you riding him.

You rose up a little, strengthened your position on your knees and sank back down. You gasped when Zoro's blunt fingernails dug into your thighs, urging you to move faster. His lips were parted, but no sound issued from between them. The desire seized you to shake his control. You leaned down and kissed him fiercely, pressing your chest to his as you rocked against him. His hips jumped and you groaned in his ear as you felt him brush the spot nobody ever touched.

"Do that again" you whispered, and buried your face in the side of his neck.

You had wanted to shake his control, but instead he had shaken yours all over again. You felt him repeat the motion and your own hips surged to meet his, both your hands grabbing onto his shoulders for dear life. Zoro's hands pressed onto your back, slipping beneath the back of your bra, as he urged you down, again and again. He thrust up to meet you each time, determination and desire in every breath.

You pressed together, steadily becoming more and more frantic, breathing hard in the midnight room. Suddenly, Zoro grabbed your hips and hauled you down tightly, holding you snugly against him while he pulsed inside you, groaning quietly into your ear. You nudged against his cheek until he turned his head to drag his trembling lips over yours.

"Sorry" he mumbled.

You shook your head.

"What for?"

"You didn't get to finish."

You shrugged and nuzzled closer.

"But I did before. It's okay, Roronoa. I have no complaints about what just occurred."

He eased you onto your side and slowly withdrew from your body, immediately shuffling back to toss an arm over your waist.

"You're beautiful, you know" he said quietly.

You felt your face grow warm and pressed it against his shoulder. You tucked your body close in against his, your eyes slowly flickering closed. His breathing evened out and his grasp on your hip loosened. It didn't take long until you were asleep, too.

Zoro's nose and closed eyes twitched as the sun speared through the gap in the thin curtains, stretching glowing fingers across his face and bare upper body. He twisted away from it, unconsciously reaching for your body and the extra warmth it provided him. His hands touched nothing, grasped at empty, cool sheets.

His eyes opened wide and he sat up quickly, scanning the bed and the similarly empty room. Heedless of his nakedness, he checked the bathroom; it, too, was emptied of all signs of you. Suddenly, the back of his neck prickled and he turned slowly to survey the room again.

His dark gaze locked onto the empty space in front of the closed door. Your revolvers and belt were gone, as was your bounty sack, and his own. You had left his swords behind, however; no clear use for those, he guessed.

Zoro dressed slowly and made his way down the stairs to the front desk. The innkeeper glanced up at and his eyes narrowed when he realised who it was.

"I had no fewer than four noise complaints about you and the girl last night" he growled.

Zoro looked at him blankly.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The older man scowled hard at him, to no avail. Zoro was not cowed.

"Just keep your midnight romps quieter...sir."

Zoro raised his eyebrows and snorted.

"I never plan on seeing that woman again. Too loud. Too deceitful."

He turned his back and walked away, but as he did, he looped your vocal responses through his mind on a one track. He really didn't want to forget the sound of his name all around the room as he tipped you over that cliff.

Even if he never saw you again or got to hear it again, he didn't want to lose it.

Eleven months later...

The bright sun burned down on Roronoa Zoro as he hung from a leaning cross in the Marine yard, alone. Or, alone until a wild haired boy appeared in front of him and he tipped his head back to see who. His heart lurched into his throat and his stomach somersaulted as he stared into a pair of familiar eyes.

But they were set in the wrong face.

"Who are you?" he groused, even though he had a pretty good guess.

"I'm Monkey D. Luffy and I'm going to be king of the pirates!"

Zoro shook his head, unable to wipe his narrow smile off completely.

"Oh, yeah? Monkey D., huh? I slept with your sister."

The boy's mouth tightened slightly and skewed to one side before he pursed his lips and expelled a slow puff of air.

"Well, Isabel must have good taste in men. You're a very good fighter."

Tagging: @writingmysanity @elizabeth-karenina

[ayvi]

💟Being the girlfriend of bsd characters💟

Dazai Osamu ♡Oddly enough, Dazai is monogamous. Despite all those tackles to waitresses and other girls, it was all not serious for him. Just for fun, to brighten up your days. But with your appearance in his life, Osamu stopped any flirtations, tackles and suggestions of double suicide. If he does any of this, it's only to annoy you a little😉 ♡Dazai is an eloquent guy, so compliments from him 24/7. I'm already silent about the frequent ambiguous and vulgar jokes in your address, with which he loves to embarrass you. In addition, Dazai is a tactile person and just loves to hug you or touch you somehow, no matter where you are. So for the fact that the brown-haired man distracts you from work, he often gets not weak kicks from Kunikida with shouts about not suffering from bullshit, but going to work ... ♡With the appearance of you in his life and the realization that he sincerely and strongly loves you, he completely forgot about suicide. Dazai has finally found his meaning in life. The one for which he will live and not just live, but enjoy every minute spent with you ♡"I always lose what I don't want to lose." Osamu is terribly afraid of losing you and the case of Odasaku pops up in his memory every time, causing fear to ignite more and more in his soul. And even more, the former mobster is finishing off the realization that he will definitely never be able to come to terms with your death Esper has a very romantic nature and manages to surprise you with something new every time. And the sincerity of delight and the smile on your face can't help but make him smile back. ♡Can't cook, but how she dances. It is better not to let the brown-haired man near the stove at all, otherwise your apartment is Khan. At best, there are mountains of dirty dishes and the whole kitchen is covered in scraps of food, and at worst, he will give it up. So it's better for you to cook, but it's better to order at home for general safety. ♡I am ready to help you with anything except reports (there are Atsushi for this)) ♡Your pastime takes place in different ways. Although most often you walk around the city at night holding hands and introduce a casual conversation ♡If you are at least a couple of centimeters shorter than him, then get ready that Dazai will tease you every day, just give a reason. Of course, it will not be as tough to joke as over Chuya, but more gently. But if he really hurts you, he will beg your forgiveness with sweets and hugs As for jealousy on his part, he trusts you, although if there is a guy hanging around who didn't realize the first time that you were busy, then Osamu will immediately glare at the guy angrily and he's already gone • On your part, jealousy doesn't really arise either. Dazai does not give any reasons for this. Although, as I said earlier, he can get a little annoyed and lead to jealousy by flirting with some girl as a joke. ♡•When Dazai is sick, it's something. He's still a malingerer. He likes to attract your attention to himself by any means. His knee hurts, and he's already pretending to be lying down • But when you're sick, then Dazai is ready to run around with you even all day and he doesn't care that he can get infected (but I don't care if I get sick. I'll be able to put cans on my own~). In general, you recover and then the esper goes on sick leave. ♡With Dazai, you will definitely never be bored. In addition, he loves you immensely and appreciates you. And it is worth valuing above all, because you are his only meaning of life, the one for which he is ready to sacrifice everything he has

Chuya Nakahara ♤Like his former partner, Chuya is very devoted to his beloved ♤Loyalty is loyalty, but Nakahara is literally your mommy. Then the neckline is too deep, then she dressed too coldly, then short. - It's too short. I told you at least a millimeter above the knees immediately no - Maybe I should dress like a nun or put on a potato sack? - Sounds good... - ... I'm going to throw something at you now ... in general, your life is saturated in terms of choosing clothes. Well, at least you'll walk stylishly ♤No matter how it sounds now, but with your appearance, Chuya realized that for him the mafia is in second place. That without you, he just existed, believing that his whole life should be devoted to serving the Port Mafia. And he is grateful to you that you, one might say, help him to live, not to coexist and, moreover, enjoy every moment, even insignificant ♤Like Dazai, Chuya is afraid of losing you. Every day he is worried about the fear that one of the enemies will find out about you and cause harm. He can't help but think of nothing but your safety. He literally shielded you from his work for as long as possible ♤Of course, Chuya is not as eloquent as his former partner, but he is no less romantic. Whenever possible, he takes you to restaurants, buys your favorite flowers, expensive jewelry, toys. All for the sake of making you happy. And remember your ride on his bike through the night city? Romantic movies with their scripts smoke on the sidelines compared to this. ♤ you cook at home often, because Chuya goes to work early and he has no time to do it, but when he has a day off, he is ready to get up early in order to cook you breakfast in bed. ♤ If you need help, then Nakahara will help you right away, even if you didn't need his help. ♤Your pastime also goes differently, because unlike Dazai, Chuya works at work, and not just dragging his time fooling around. He often comes home tired and he definitely does not have time for walks and other things, Usually you both lie on the couch in front of the TV, watching some movie or TV series, under which you both hug and fall asleep ♤•Jealousy on his part. Here it is more difficult than with Dazai. And it's not that Chuya doesn't trust you. He is sure that you will not change him, but his short temper makes itself felt. So I don't envy the guy who decided to try his luck by approaching you. Nakahara will tear him to pieces on the spot • Just like Dazai Nakahara does not give any reason for jealousy. He doesn't even flirt with someone in jest to annoy you a little. He immediately makes it clear to any girl that he is busy and therefore there is no point in being jealous ♤•It is also difficult for Chuya to get sick, since he is still a workaholic and can go to work with a 40 degree temperature. So during the illness, you literally chain him to bed and force him to be treated. He may worry for a while, but then he will accept it and even notice for himself that it's not so bad to be sick. You take care of him and he can take a little break from his work • When you're sick, Chuya literally gives up on his work and goes to treat you. Of course, not without indignation that he told you to dress warmer, and you didn't listen to him. ♤Chuya may seem very strict in many things, but that's only because he values you very much. With you, the mafia realized what it means to be truly happy and loved.

Rampo Edogawa ■In a word, a big kid, not a guy. And with that, a very capricious child and I'm not exaggerating now. Don't understand what's going on in his head. If he suddenly gets something into his head, he will take out your nerves until you do as he asks. ■His self-esteem is also going through the roof. He just likes to brag about his deduction. Rampo can't help but show off in front of you how his director begged to solve another case, since no one else could do it, and he is a great detective coped with it in a second ■If you are a huge lover of goodies, like Edogawa, then all your hiding places with stashes from the guy will be found, and what is in sight will be eaten. But if you don't really like sweets, then this also doesn't really bother the detective. He'll get more. But you can not read Rampo's lectures, he will not refuse sweets. ■Edogawa is still a sly one. Thanks to his deduction, he always knows what kind of complement would be appropriate to make. Do you have a new hairstyle? It suits you very well. Highlights your beautiful eyes. A new dress? It wouldn't look better on anyone but you~ ■The detective is a very tactile guy. He just loves hugging you, leaving fleeting kisses on your face or just holding your hands in his. He is like a cat demanding attention from you and often sulks at you for not noticing him at all because of your affairs. ■Cooking is not his forte, but he is a pro at stealing ingredients. So you literally push Rampo out of the kitchen so that he doesn't eat everything and you have something to cook from, especially if you're cooking something sweet ■There is not much hope for help either. Rampo can help you only if he wants to show off his brilliant mind and deduction once again ■You have one pastime. At home, under a warm blanket with sweets, watch TV. You rarely go for a walk, because you only have to distract yourself for a second, and Edogawa is already gone. Then he calls you and says he's lost. Twenty-five again🤦🏻 ■•There is no jealousy on his part, since Rampo trusts you, plus, again, his super deduction, and how can you exchange the best detective for someone else. This is unthinkable! •There is also no jealousy on your part, since Edogawa does not give a reason for this. And with his very arrogant character, who would dare to try his luck? Detective, if only to be jealous, then it will be sweets, or to himself ■• As I said, Rampo is still a capricious child, so he also gets sick like a child. Then the medicine is bitter, then it's too cold, then it's hot, then he wants your attention, then something else. In general, you run around with him all day and only at night, when he falls asleep, you rest • If you are sick, then Edogawa will try to help you get back on your feet. He knows what medications you need to take, will cover you with all the blankets that are in the house and will try to cook you a hot soup. The keyword is "try". ■Yes, it's not easy to get along with a great detective under the same roof, but he loves you and tries to make you feel comfortable with him. Edogawa always knows when you have a load on your heart and is ready to listen to you and help, no matter what it costs him.

[tatsumessy]

i missed you too - {roronoa zoro}

zoro was never used to having to worry about someone, except for luffy mostly. but after your confession in the forest on Zou he couldn’t stop thinking about you. especially when you left to go get sanji from big mom. so he had to settle with waiting until you showed up in wano with everyone else.

what he didn’t expect was to not being able to sleep at night and drinking more because he was worried for your wellbeing. you could fight but not like him or sanji and for one didn’t have any devil fruit powers. you were kind of apart of the nami, usopp and chopper group. kind of weak. but you were sneaky and observant, that’s what he liked about you and admired about you.

what he also didn’t expect was to be walking through a town and seeing a familiar face selling flowers at a small flower shop towards the center of town. he rushed over practically pushing your customers out the way, “y/n!!” he shouted with a big smile, the look of shock on your face amazed him as you calmly apologized to your customers. “zorojuro please wait back here while i finish up here. i’m sorry my husband’s been away for a while and as you can tell he missed me.” you laughed awkwardly while handing the woman the bouquet of flowers her husband just purchased.

after they left zoro uncharacteristically grabbed you by your hips and sat you down on his lap. before you could say anything he leaned in and pressed a kiss on your lips, “z-zorojuro. what are you doing?” you asked covering his mouth, “i’m kissing you.” “not in public zorojuro.” you whispered with a small blush on your cheek noticing an old woman coming up to your stand.

as you worked with more and more customers zoro started getting fidgety so after taking a swig from his sake he then decided to take a nap until you closed up for the day. “hey wake up.” you said shoving him in his side, he groaned and started opening his eyes expecting to see you but instead he was met with a horribly disguised usopp infront of him.

“my shops closed, are you going to sleep here all night ?” you asked watching him stand up and get his stuff together, “i’m stayin with you y/n.” usopp gave you a weary look but you waved him off and started walking down the lit up street with zoro not far behind you. after a little bit you finally reach the building you’ve been staying in ever since arriving there.

“just to let you know luffy isn’t here. he sent me ahead of everyone by myself. i’ve only gotten in contact with Orubi and Usopp. so for now i’ve been laying low-” you froze as zoro closed the door behind the two of you and started stripping himself of his kimono. “what are you doing?” you asked a blushing mess. zoro didn’t know himself what he was doing but the feeling of wanting you, all of you was strong and he needed to feast immediately.

“are we alone in this building?” he asked slipping his arms out the top part, you nodded your head yes and in an instant zoro had you pinned against the wall and you were attacked with his lips locked onto yours.

when you woke the very next day zoro was gone, tears weld in your eyes as you thought back to last night and before you could bring any negative thoughts into your head the door slid open and and zoro walked in with a sack full of food. “why’re cryin?” he asked setting the stuff down and plopping himself on the ground next to you. covering yourself with your green kimono you stared at the ground feeling embarrassed for crying.

“i thought you left.” you said slowly slipping your clothes back on, “no i was sure you were going to hungry. so i got you some food.” he said laying his head on your lap while closing his eyes, you sat there still trying to process what was going on. “i didn’t want too leave. i missed you so any chance i get to be with you i’ll be here.” he said with his eyes still closed, blushing again you smiled turning away from him and towards the bag of food.

“i guess you do care about me huh?” you said teasingly sticking a piece of fried tofu in your mouth, “shut up idiot.”

p.s this is a part two zoro version to i missed you

[hutchersonsgurl]

Coldest Heartbreak - Clapton Davis Part 1

paring x fem reader and Clapton Davis

Warnings: 18+ MNDI smut jealousy revenge

Summary: You and Clapton have been best friends since childhood and you were always the quiet nerdy girl of the school but Clapton was the only one who really saw you for you eventually the two of you started dating 5 months ago but unfortunately Clapton only wanted to kiss you not in public and it really breaks your self-confidence and you feel like he values his popularity over you. You were gone a few weeks because of a family emergency but now you are back at school you had a makeover while you were away trying to be the girl that Clapton wanted you to be you have dark honey-blonde hair with dark roots and you got tan and wearing clothes that reveal your toned body.

you return to Grizzly Lake High School walking down the hallway with people looking at you like they have never met you before as you head to your locker you put earphones in and listen to music you get to your locker and open it and you can sense a pair of eyes on you and you turn around and see Clapton and his friends practically drooling over you you roll your eyes and pull out your books for the first two classes and as you turn around your face to face to them familiar brown eyes " Holy shit yn is that you?" Clapton asked in shock

"Go away, Clapton," you say annoyed

"Hey, come on I'm your boyfriend I'm supposed to complement you " He replies

" You told me to stay away from you in school Clapton" you respond

" Hey I never said stay away from me in school I just said keep our re; relationship on the down low" he responded

" way to make your girlfriend feel loved Clapton you know you can be such an ass you know that?" you responded

" you know I do love you, baby girl, it's just" He spoke but you cut him off before he could finish

" you know I changed my whole look for you because my own boyfriend is too embarrassed to let the world know we are dating" you replied

" I'm not embarrassed of you baby you just don't know how my friends are and I never asked you to change" he remarked

" well maybe you shouldn't of even asked me out because you are more worried about you care more about them then me" you responded

" That's not true and you know I love you Yn " He pleaded

"you know I heard about you being a player and using girls and I didn't believe it because I know you but then maybe I i didn't at all" you respond

"no, no don't say that baby you do know me" Clapton pleaded

"How can you say you love me but then do this to me?" You respond

" I do love you, you are the only girl for me YN you gotta believe me" he pleaded

"You have a funny way of showing it why does it take me changing my look to get you to even kinda act like a boyfriend in school?" you respond

" babe you could've been wearing a potato sack and I still would've loved you " he replies while grabbing you by your hips

" Really? Because what you say and do are two different things" you retorted

" nah babe you know my feelings for you are real and you know it" he responded looking at you with his brown puppy dog eyes

before you can respond the school's Mean girl Taylor walks over

"Man looks like you finally had a glow-up too bad it took you so long," Taylor says

" Taylor leave her alone this doesn't concern you" Clapton responds

" Uh, why are you holding her like that?" Taylor asked

Clapton immediately pulls away from you and you can feel your heart shatter right there

" just because you changed your look Yn doesn't mean someone like Clapton will want you when he can have me," she says flipping her blonde hair

The first bell rings and you turn around to start to walk to class

" wait do you still wanna sit with me in class?" he asks with his signature smirk

you don't answer him you just walk away wiping the tears off your face and trying to get far away from him

"Why did you have to open your damn mouth Taylor" Clapton snapped and walked away

" what? what did I do?" Taylor responds

Series Masterlist

Part 2

NOT EDITED

[mksbigg3stfan]

Ok, ok guys .... this is my interpretation of arc 1 (whatever it is?) mitsukou... heh...🤯🤯

Kou and Sousuke are two people that you'd think would be destined to meet, but are doomed to always pass each other by. The closest they'll ever get is glimpses at each other from different times, eye contact that's drawn out ever so slightly more than usual. Like they are meant to be separated.

Though Kou doesn't exactly remember him, Sousuke had always admired him. He was too much of a coward to be as loud and boisterous as Kou, the fear of his flaws holding him back. If there was one thing Sousuke hated, it was isolation. He never wanted it within his sights ever again. So he changed himself. Molded himself into the perfect, agreeable, quiet, well-behaved kid.

If he was perfect enough, people would like him, right?

In truth, he had simply stifled himself in the process of his change. A friend to all is a friend to none. He'd become so sterile that he was nothing more than a piece of scenery in the background, barely acknowledged as a person. And he was all alone again.

And then, his life was ripped away from him. It was abrupt and sudden, so quick that it was barely even painful. And just like that, he was dead. Before "Sousuke Mitsuba" could be polished into a person.

But he was still here. He was here. In a state of panic, he looked for someone, anyone, who could recognize him, see him. Then, he was bound to a rumor. And he met Kou for the second time. He's immediately paraded around by the boy, shoved and pushed like a sack of flour. It's clear that he doesn't remember him. Mitsuba has been so stressed that he spews all of his pent-up frustrations at Kou. He doesn't care about his flaws at the moment, not in the slightest.

On the other hand, Kou knows he has to take care of this ghost, as it's his duty to, being a Minamoto. But he doesn't want to exorcise him. He doesn't do that anymore. And in the back of his mind, something about this guy is familiar to him. So he settles for taking care of his unfinished business. After all, he wants to make Teru proud. He's a Minamoto exorcist, and he should make this spirit respect him like one!

Sousuke is surprised to find that he's having fun. He's free now, only in death. It feels like Kou sees him. He sees a person in Sousuke Mitsuba. It's the first time he's been recognized as real, as someone worth getting to know in years. For the first time in his existence, Sousuke feels like he can be himself completely around someone, with no fear of being too rude or brash. Kou will just always take him as he is.

Selfishly, he wishes to live. He wishes it with all his being. To live and stay friends with Kou, the one person who acknowledges him. He wants to keep a friend for once.

But he knows that he'll be gone soon. He's dead, and he can already feel himself getting lighter, like he may drift away at any moment. To him, Kou is a reason to stay, hut at the same time, a reminder that he must go. But he can't let Kou forget about him. The only person who knows who Sousuke Mitsuba might’ve been. So he takes the pictures, as a reminder to Kou, for when he's gone. Whatever you do, don't forget me.

Kou finds himself having a good time hanging out with Sousuke. He's always been wary of being friendly with spirits and supernaturals, and Hanako is just pushing what he'll allow. But Sousuke, it's almost like he's still alive. So Kou makes a promise to himself. I need to protect him until he can safely pass on. He's a Minamoto, after all. It's up to him to protect innocents from supernaturals.

Just when Sousuke is about to grasp peace, the freeness of absolute death, closure, it's ripped away from him. In his last moments, he can't even beg Kou to remember him as he was.

And all Kou can do is watch. He doesn't know what's wrong with him. He's a Minamoto! He's supposed to protect innocents from supernaturals! And he failed. He failed Sousuke. Kou couldn't protect him. He didn't get Sousuke to pass on. He couldn’t fulfill his friend's last wishes. Because of his failure, Sousuke would never get peace.

That night, he can't sleep. He looks over the photos Sousuke took. Gentle nature scenes that focus on the tiny bits of scenery in what would usually be the background. It had an attention to detail Kou hasn't seen before. And then - him. Kou. He observes it until his eyes sting, the image burned into his retina. Was that how he saw me? He wonders if the pictures are how Sousuke saw the world. They're beautiful. Kou wonders, if he lived, would he have become a famous photographer?

Sousuke is gone. He is gone. And Kou knows that. So, how is Sousuke right in front of him? Standing there like nothing happened? Like Kou's mistake had been washed clean. It clicks almost instantly for him. It's not Sousuke. It's not his Sousuke. But, whoever this is wears Sousuke's face.

If he tries hard enough, he can look at him and pretend everything is fine. That Kou didn't fail. That there's more pictures to be taken, more annoying quips to be made from his friend. There's almost an obligation to protect him, to fix his mistake. The biggest failure he's ever made in his life. He knows Sousuke hated being alone, so he'll protect this one. He won't fail him again.

Kou knows it's selfish. Desperately clinging to the pieces of a boy who is nothing more than a memory. It's not about Sousuke getting closure anymore. Kou needs to wash his tainted hands. He'll protect Mistuba with his life - for Sousuke.

It's difficult. Mitsuba doesn't know what it's like to be human, but he longs for it. He'd do anything to be human, and that's risky. Protecting someone who doesn't know who Sousuke Mitsuba is, and yet, he is him. He knows Kou, but he doesn't. He never will.

But if he can't do this, then Kou can't live with himself. He can't bear this guilt, knowing his friend was robbed from closure because of him.

Even though Mitsuba stands before him, he will always mourn the boy "Sousuke Mitsuba" was, and could've been.

[mayhem-neverending]

As the Pendulum Swings

Part III

Word Count: 2,440

Warnings: none

You flopped yourself down on your freshly made bed. All of your things were officially put up and incense burned on the windowsill. A sense of accomplishment seeped into your fatigued form, not only for accomplishing the task, but for finding a permanent home for the year.

A groan escaped you as you stretched your limbs and then once again fell limp against the surprisingly comfortable bed. You watched the incense smoke gently curl in the air and lost yourself in thought. The last twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind. Learning there was a world of Curses and Jujutsu definitely threw you for a loop, but becoming a teacher for sorcerers? That was the cherry on top.

It was lucky that you were aware of the existence of things beyond the ordinary prior - otherwise you might have truly gone into shock at the discovery of this world. Your interest in quantum physics and spirituality had led you to be open to all sorts of possibilities; you had to be when you understood that anything was possible in the infinite quantum field. Well, understood was a strong word. Intellectualized would have been more appropriate before you had studied in Central America. For two years you studied and practiced Ligera. Ligera is the energy of creation or, more technically said, the energy/waves that make up existence. Using Ligera is tapping into the energy that exists as a potential in the quantum realm. It is a female dominated practice, so you learned a lot about healing, transmutation in general, and the last thing before you left was creating things out of 'nothing'.

The rumbling of your stomach broke your reverie. It was only then that you realized you hadn’t eaten a single thing that day. You slowly rolled yourself off the bed and considered whether it would be better to get groceries or just eat out again.

You continued the debate the entire way down the front steps and down the street. The hustle and bustle of the city had increased from the morning, with a multitude of people carrying shopping bags and grocery sacks passing you on the sidewalk. You were looking at a particularly colorful bag someone was carrying when you bumped straight into someone.

You grunted at the impact. Looking up, you immediately opened your mouth to apologize to the stranger, but your breath caught in your throat. One of the most handsome men you had ever laid eyes on was tiredly looking down at you. He had long silky black hair and caramel brown eyes under thick black lashes. He barely glanced at you, a quick apology falling from his lips before he sidestepped you and walked off.

You stood stunned and blocked foot traffic for much longer than appropriate. Eventually someone bumped against your shoulder and you were pushed into moving forward again. The image of the man danced in the forefront of your mind as you mindlessly entered through one of the shop doors with a crowd of people.

It was a grocery store, as luck would have it. Picking up a basket, you pushed the handsome man out of your head and did your best to pick up some essentials and a few things to make dinner. It was already nearing six when you started checking out, so you hurried along, not wanting to make your stomach wait any longer than it had to.

Arms laden with paper bags, you made the trek back up the massive staircase. Your calves burned and you were starting to feel lightheaded from lack of food, but you pushed through. By the time you were putting groceries away in the common room kitchenette, you felt ready to collapse. You did what was easiest, which was some homemade ramen with egg (noodles bought specifically for this occasion).

When it was finished, you took a seat at the large table and dug in. The sun was setting outside the window, bathing the room in an orange glow. You gazed out at the slow moving clouds for a few minutes, basking in the calm, quiet room while you filled your belly. The sound of voices down the hall piqued your interest, and you glanced at the doorway.

You heard two sets of footsteps heading in your direction. In case they passed by, you tore your eyes away from the door and focused your attention on your food. It was actually quite good, despite your haste. You slurped up a few noodles at the same time a familiar head of white hair appeared in the doorway.

“There you are,” Gojo called out with a grin, his full body coming into view.

“Hey,” you said after you finished your bite.

Another figure appeared behind him as Gojo waltzed into the room like he owned the place. “I want to introduce you to Geto, now that he’s back from his mission,”

The figure stepped up beside Gojo and your eyes widened as you choked on your own spit, a coughing fit ensuing. It was the handsome man you had run into earlier, who was now eyeing you with mild concern. Gojo mirrored his expression before his lips pulled up on one side. “Your cooking tastes that bad?”

You glared at him and his smile widened. You got yourself under control and cleared your throat. “Sorry about that,”

“No worries. Uh, Geto Suguru,” his voice was smooth as honey, eyes giving you a quick once over.

“L/n Y/n,” Your cheeks heated at his attention.

You held out your hand and he politely shook it. He didn’t show any sign of recognition, and for that you were glad. You would hate for his first impression to be of you smacking into him and gawking at him in public like an idiot.

Gojo settled himself in the empty seat beside you and leaned over to inspect your bowl. Geto looked at him and then made eye contact with you, shaking his head a little at the man’s antics. You shared a small smile with him. Gojo continued to be nosy, and you were sure he was about to steal the chopsticks from your hand had his friend not given him a pointed look.

"Would you like to have some?" You asked Gojo, who was still in your space.

"Can I?" He asked nicely, like he wasn't just being covertly pushy.

You handed the chopsticks over to him and pushed the bowl so it was more within his reach. You had a feeling this man would eat right over your shoulder otherwise. You didn't think his lack of physical boundary was necessarily a bad thing so far, but that also could have been because he was attractive and his energy told you he was a decent guy.

He slurped up some noodles and a brow shot up into his hairline. He hesitated, looking at you under his blindfold before going in for an even heartier slurp. You knew that eating loudly was a sign of respect and enjoyment, but that was something that would take time to get used to. You snuck a glance back at Geto, who was eyeing Gojo with exasperation.

"Satoru, give her her food back,"

Gojo grumbled and started to push the bowl back over before he quickly stole one more bite, as if he were trying to be sneaky. You huffed a surprised laugh at the man, who swallowed his bite and grinned brilliantly at you. Geto rolled his eyes. "That was actually really good,"

"Was it?" you asked with a chuckle, taking the chopsticks from him.

Geto crossed his arms over his chest and squinted at Gojo. He asked, "Do you just like Japanese food, or did you learn how to cook it for a specific reason?"

"Both," you said, happy he was joining the conversation as butterflies erupted in your stomach. You tamped them down. "I've always enjoyed it, but I decided to really learn how to do it once I decided to move here. I like being able to cook well so I don't have to go out all the time. Plus, you never know if you'll end up meeting someone, so it's always good to be prepared to impress them, right?"

His eyebrow raised and his lips quirked up. His eye briefly slid over to Gojo. "That's an interesting way of looking at things,"

He readjusted himself in his chair. "What if that person has a personal chef or something?"

Gojo shot him a dirty look with his eyes while the rest of his expression remained impassive. Your eyebrows raised and you smiled. "I'd have to admit defeat, I guess. Or use my other spectacular qualities to win them over."

Geto hummed, looking at you with mild amusement.

“Well, it was nice meeting you. If you ever need help with anything, I’m just a few doors down,” He smiled politely and raised a hand before getting up and turning on his heel to head towards the door.

“Wait, what?” Gojo said, climbing out of his chair.

“I’m tired, Gojo. I had a long mission today. I’m heading to bed,” Geto sighed, not bothering to turn around.

“C’mon, Suguru,” Gojo whined, following him out the door.

You listened to their voices fade and continued eating slowly, heat still burning your cheeks. You really wished you had been able to shower and look more presentable before Gojo decided to bring his handsome friend around to meet you. You let yourself feel embarrassed for a few short minutes before reasoning with yourself that it didn’t matter anyway. You weren’t at the school for relationships, nor were you anywhere near his league. As long as you did your job well and could be a good coworker, that was all that counted.

You did your dishes and headed back to your room, exhaustion creeping in from the exertion of your move. You were slow to undress in the bathroom, especially with the ache that was already setting in your calves. You hopped in the shower, washed the sweat and dirt from your body, then curled into bed and drifted off.

Late the next morning you woke from a series of vivid dreams. Every time you tried to recall them, they slipped right through your fingers and it left you feeling discombobulated. It felt like you had received an important message or something, and only the feeling remained when you tried harder to remember.

Besides that, you had a nice, slow morning. A heavy stream of rain poured outside, occasionally spattered with the low rumble of distant thunder. You ambled around the common room in a tank top and pajama pants, steaming coffee in hand. You made a small breakfast for yourself while you listened to the rain hit the large windows.

You settled onto one of the couches facing the window with your coffee after you had eaten your breakfast and let out a contented sigh. The couch sunk under your weight, like it had seen a few years of use. You wondered about the history of the school and jujutsu in general while your eyes trailed rain droplets as they glided down the window pane.

Quiet footsteps entering the room broke you from your reverie. You looked over the top of the couch to catch Geto with sleep-moussed hair and tired eyes walking in. You mentally griped about how unfair it was to be that attractive in the morning before uttering a soft, “Good morning,”

His head whipped in your direction, his body tensing. Once his eyes found yours, however, he relaxed. A sheepish smile replaced his previously alarmed expression and he waved to you. “Good morning,”

Your eyes followed him as he shuffled over to the fridge. He tucked some loose strands behind his ear as he bent over to look through the contents. The fridge had been sparse before you stocked it the day before, and you had moved it all to one side, not wanting to step on your new coworker’s toes by mixing their things with your own.

He closed the door to the fridge without taking anything out and you turned your attention back to the window and your coffee before he could catch you staring. You took a long sip. Geto cleared his throat and you glanced over at him. He was already looking at you, and when he saw he had your attention he pointed to the half filled coffee pot.

“Could I?”

You nodded. “Sure,”

He poured himself a cup and hesitated between taking a seat on the couch and heading back out the door. Eventually he chose to sit on a couch next to yours. He faced the mounted TV while your couch was at an angle, so you were seated facing him. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, the rain adding a layer of ambiance in the background.

You thought of a couple things to ask him, but when you went to speak it felt wrong to break the silence, so you kept your mouth shut and sipped your coffee. You eventually got up to refill your mug, and when you re-situated yourself on the couch, Geto was the one to speak.

“I think it’ll be nice having you here,”

Your eyes flickered over to him, but he was staring into his coffee mug, slowly swishing it around in a circular motion. He continued, “Having a normal class should help the first years transition smoother,”

He finally looked over at you, his keen brown eyes studying your expression. His brows furrowed a bit and he took another sip of his coffee. “If you don’t mind my asking, why are you here?”

His tone was soft, but you couldn’t help the way your stomach flipped. You tilted your head a bit to the side. “Like, in Japan? Or at this school? Or?”

“At the school,”

“Well, uh, when the junior high I was teaching at was destroyed, I lost my job. I can’t stay in Japan if I lose my work permit, so when this job fell in my lap, I took it. And… I’m curious about -” you waved your hand in a circular motion “- this world. I’m not the type of person to experience something like what happened at the school and then go back to my life exactly how it was,”

You saw the hint of a smile tilt the corner of his lips. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye. “Be careful here; curiosity killed the cat,”

A sly smile curved your lips. “Don’t worry, as the saying goes: satisfaction brought it back,”