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romancedawn) wrote2025-06-16 07:44 pm
romancedawn) wrote2025-06-16 07:44 pm
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GAME EVENT 06: BLUE LINE BINGO
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How did they get here?Well, it started with a visit to the Stripped Scale. Luffy was curious, so they entered the aquatic den of depravity. It didn't take long before they saw people fuckingโthere's a public gangbang going on right by the entrance, which apparently wasn't novel enough to really catch Luffy's attention. Instead, the captain kept wondering out loud about the various sex machines and toys. "Why do they put that in there?"
Looking back, Zoro bets that the haze of sweet musk hanging heavy in the air must have been laced with something, because what else could've made him respond the way he did?
"It makes them feel good, apparently." Then, the damning part: "I'll show you."
Which is how they find themselves in a glass dome at the center of the club. An employee helpfully points out that there's a control switch, similar to a light dimmer, that makes the glass opaque, translucent, or transparentโ"For when you're feeling shy or bold," he says with a wink, pausing for a long moment as though he's waiting for an invitation, then closing the door behind him when the swordsman doesn't offer one and instead thanks him curtly.
Zoro meets Luffy's gaze with a little grin. "You wanna get comfortable?" he asks, nodding at the long ottoman at the center of the dome; it's the only real piece of furniture in there. Zoro tilts his head as he picks up the lube, considering the logistics. Does Luffy's unique anatomy mean the usual rules don't apply?
The man doesn't need to be stretched out when he can just stretch by himself, does he?
"...Yeah, definitely get comfortable. Have you ever...?" He gestures, for some reason not wanting to sound so crass. "You know. Gotten fucked?" He's guessing no, but he isn't entirely sure if Luffy's curiosity had been about just the toys, or about how being filled could possibly feel good.
JULY 2025 TDM: CARNIVAL
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Zoro watches as the carnival attendant tears away the last flimsy piece of fabricโLoki's underwearโwith a satisfying rip, leaving the god of mischief fully exposed on the spinning wheel. A slow, smug grin spreads across his face, matching the predatory satisfaction blooming in his chest. He'd made quick work of the dildo toss, aiming with a precision that comes naturally to him, and now he gets to savor the sight of a god's naked form.He briefly recalls their last encounter, crammed in that phone booth, with Loki's words a tantalizing whisper in his ear, and Loki's practiced hand working him entirely too well to completion. He'll never admit it, but Zoro had felt the tiniest bit shy then; it almost feels like redemption now to have Loki so vulnerable in turn under the carnival lights.
Zoro steps forward, a casual swagger in his stride as he reaches out to stop the wheel from spinning. He knows what that's like. It isn't the most pleasant. "You okay?" he asks with a grunt, not bothering to hide his grin. He doesn't think Loki is the overly sensitive type. He can handle some teasing.
Calloused fingers trace a light path over Loki's bare hip, then lower still to brush along his inner thigh. His gaze roams even more freely, a lazy appreciation in his eyes as he takes in every curve and plane of Loki's form. "You know, I think you might like it better if I did something besides throw these things at you."
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The artificial night has fallen, and the carnival grounds are awash in the warm, brilliant glow of a thousand lanterns. Brightly colored animals sway gently above the pathways, casting dancing shadows. The air hums with the distant murmur of the night parade, a vibrant ribbon of light weaving through the garden's winding paths. Zoro watches it all, his gaze sweeping over the bustling booths where sellers eagerly hawk their glowing wares, promising fate and fortune with each purchase. It all feels almost whimsical, far removed from the vibrant chaos of the carnival during the daytime. Zoro finds himself surprisingly content to simply exist in this space.His attention, as always, is quickly drawn away from the general spectacle and towards the woman beside him. Nami is a vision illuminated in the lantern light, her eyes sparkling with an almost childlike wonder as she takes in the scene. He loves seeing that look on her face. A soft smile plays on Zoro's lips, brought forth by the profound tenderness filling his chest. In these moments, his world narrows to just her, and he finds himself wanting nothing more than to simply dote on her and ensure her happiness.
They buy two lanterns, a deep red and a shimmering gold, their chosen symbols of connection amidst the carnival's playful claims. Zoro holds them, waiting for Nami to give the nod. He knows the bold claims are likely just a trick to sell more, but there's a quiet thrill in the idea of releasing them together. A red lantern for a fated affinity, a gold one for a happy marriage. He glances at Nami again, a silent promise in his eyes. If the heavens don't heed their unspoken wishes, he will act in its stead and make sure of it. He'd find her in every lifetime, and he'd cherish her every day in this one.
"On your count," he says, smiling softly at her.
posts this cursed fkin tag AGAIN
It isn't greed that's got her going along with this utterly sappy idea, it's love. She'll always want to assert that he's hers, and she's his, no matter how skewed the House makes those lines, but the idea of him finding her in every lifeโ well.
Before Zoro, Nami would not have known that happiness could feel like electricity made tangible, like if she moved her hands away from the bottoms of the lanterns where she's helping him hold them to launch and settled them on her chest instead she might be able to feel her fingertips tickling against the very warmth he leaves her suffused with. Her face feels warm, but she's past the point of trying to hide how flushed he always leaves her, instead nodding when he tells her to count off, as she returns that smile with an almost foolishly wide grin.
"Three, two," Nami's fingers press against the bottom of the lanterns like she's on the verge of helping him get them airborne. "Promise to find you before you get the chance to get lost in our next life." Which counts as a one. She moves to release the lanterns and then settle beside him, her head resting on his shoulder when she tilts it back to watch them float towards the fake sky.