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faithisasuperstar · 4 months

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i’m not a violent dog → coral

coral!tbosas x reader

notes → in which you get to understand coral a little better. feminine intended reader.

warnings → descriptions of brandy’s dead body, other typical thg warnings. also me giving characters angst alert!!! not edited & uploaded via iphone (i didn’t know how to end this lol) AND ME NOT REMEMBERING HOW THE BOOK WENT LMAO

you barely managed to choke back a scream as brandy’s body dangled in front of you. heavensbee hall went silent, as the crane hauling her limp form, which was ridden with gunshots, paraded through the street. below brandy, the tributes could be vaguely made out, chained up. you couldn’t help but scan over them quickly, trying desperately to account for coral. spotting her, you sighed, though not of relief. perhaps it was shame that this is what your home had come to, exploiting the youth of it’s country. maybe it was even sympathy for coral, but seeing her in the state she was in brought anything but relief. coral was slouched over, making herself as small as possible, a stark contrast to the brave face she had put on at the zoo, when you had first met her. swallowing the vomit that threatened to rise, you decided to give her a visit later that night.

when the time came, you vowed to immediately make your way to the zoo, declaring that determining her safety was more important at the moment. and as soon as class ended, you were off. peacekeepers formed a wall in front of the entrance, forcing you to buy your way in. after arguing with the peacekeeper, who finally gave in when you had offered him payment, you were allowed visitation, but only under supervision and for a limited amount of time. you tried to be polite with the gruff older man, making small talk with him as he guided you to the monkey cage, but once you saw coral you were out of his sight.

“coral!” you cried. once she had noticed you she made her way to the front of the enclosure rather slowly. they still had the tributes chained up. “please tell me you’re not hurt.”

“not. but i can’t take much more of this.” she admitted. her gaze was fixed to the floor, and the refusal to look you in the eyes broke your heart.

“i.. i know. i’m trying my best to help but dr. gaul won’t give me the time of day.” you explained, eying her with worry. “i can’t believe they’ve chained you up like this, it’s inhumane.” while that was true, compared to the rest of the list of things the capitol was enforcing, this hardly scratched the surface.

“i wish they’d just kill me already.” coral muttered, voice gravelly.

“please, coral, don’t say that. you can win, i know you can.” you pleaded. her eyes bore resentment at your words.

“why do you believe that, huh?” she gripped the bars that separated the two of you forcefully, “because i’m big and scary? do i intimidate you?” her voice rose and her tone grew angry. the chains holding her hands together rattled as she moved. seeing as you almost flinched, she scoffed, slouching once more. “i don’t want to be the way i am, y’know,” coral mumbled, her lip quivering. “i’m.. i’m not violent. i don’t know why i fight. we’re all animals to them, that’s all we’ll ever be.” her words brought tears to your eyes.

the dehumanizing of the districts had gone on for far too long. there had been countless encounters with your classmates where the district people were referred to as “animals,” and the thought truly disgusted you. but up until this point you had merely been a pawn. despite the countless opportunities you were given to speak up to your classmates, you remained silent. even worse, you had ignorantly laughed along with them in the past. but what better way to wash away your guilt than play the savior in someone else’s story? even if the ulterior motive went unbeknownst to you, the privilege you had couldn’t be ignored by yourself. you could make a difference if you tried, if only you knew how. the best you could do for now was try to get your tribute out of the games alive.

“you’re not an animal, coral. you’re a girl. a strong one, and a really, really brave one. coral, please.” you begged her, you didn’t quite know what for, though. “the fight you have in you is nothing to be ashamed of, it’s how you survived. i’m sorry, coral. i’m so so sorry.” you broke down, allowing the tears to spill from your eyes. “i wish i could do more to help you. this is so… messed up,” you sobbed.

“back home, they tell us not to cry. there’s too much work to be done for tears. me and my siblings start work before dawn, and we work till night. if only they could see me now,” she laughed humorously. “and the things they’d say about you, gosh… you wouldn’t last a day there, princess. i can’t imagine you being able to haul crates of fish. let alone be able to catch one.” you pressed your forehead against the bars and let her words hang in the air. after a minute or so, her head rest against the bars as well, nearly touching yours. silence rang in the air as the two of you sat, contently.

“alright, girly, time’s up. you’re way too close anyway.” the peacekeeper approached you after a while, grabbing your arm and sweeping you away before you could object.

“coral!” she glanced up at you. “i’ll see you tomorrow.” coral took that as reason to get ahold of herself, suppress her vulnerability and impress the cameras tomorrow. besides, the cameras weren’t the only thing she wanted to impress. maybe, just maybe, if coral won the games she could have you too.

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n-s4kayaky · 6 months

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Satisfying journey Pt.3

Part.1

Part.2

(Notes: Hi! I'm new to writing stories on this app. While I am familiar with writing the occasional one-shot or comic strip, it's been a while. I'm writing this story for my own enjoyment and excitement. I just wanted to let you know that if there are any grammatical errors, I apologize. I'm also more than happy to hear your suggestions and feedback. For now, this is all I can share. I hope you enjoy this story)

Pairing: Buggy The Clown x F!Reader

Summary: After your encounter with Buggy on the previous day, you fall asleep in your cell with nothing else to do. You wake up to different noises on the deck and spend the rest of the day without any problems until Buggy returns, showing you what he had prepared for you and what now seemed to be your new life

Warnings: Depictions of Violence and Torture,mentions of nudity, Buggy being a complete jerk and a perv, sexual tension and teasing, romance, humiliation.

The sun began to peek over the horizon, and a small ray of light shone through the tiny window in the damp room where you were sleeping, beginning to warmly illuminate it. You continued sleeping, undisturbed by the light that was coming in; but a loud noise made you wake up abruptly, it seemed like something above you had exploded. You placed your hand on your chest, feeling your heart racing at a thousand miles per hour due to the sudden scare. The wooden floor of the ship continued to tremble slightly, as did the metal bars of your cage.

You gasped and let out a sigh as you looked around, still on that disgusting ship, still chained in the cage while rats scurried around you, although, at that moment, that was the last thing you were worried about. Again a loud noise was heard above you, making your heart skip a beat, holy God, these pirates were going to scare you to death. After the noise, the crew's laughter followed, and you noticed how the wood of the ship beneath you began to sway from side to side. You raised your eyebrow in confusion and looked towards the window, having to stand on tiptoe to be able to see even a little. The water hit the glass of the small window, so you supposed they must have embarked from that town. Had they taken the citizens as they had done with you, or had they let them go? You hoped it was the second option, you were certainly worried about those people. You looked out the window again, and your eyes widened, you could see the city completely destroyed in the distance, a large cloud of smoke flying towards the sky, and the buildings falling by the second.

You heard the door rattle and quickly looked at it with some panic, was it him? Buggy was coming for you, what was being useful to him about, as he mentioned yesterday? You swallowed saliva and your nerves dispersed as you saw the same man who brought you food the day before. He walked silently towards you with a tray in his hands like the previous night. He knelt before the cage, opening the small compartment where he passed you the food and drink. As quickly as he entered through the door, he left without saying a word. You looked at the door curiously at the enigmatic man, but didn't pay much attention to him, instead, you took your food. The plate clearly showed what were boiled chicken leftovers, white, without any seasoning, and next to it were several pieces of boiled potato, to be exact four, just like the chicken, it had no salt or pepper. What were you supposed to be now? A miserable dog that was given leftovers? You sighed, you couldn't complain much about your situation, but clearly, it wouldn't have cost them anything to put some salt or something. The glass was of water, simple but hydrating, which was what you needed. Hesitantly, you searched for the cutlery, making a face when you didn't find even a small fork, you put a face and took the chicken between your fingers, which felt quite cold to your touch.

You ate the chicken and potatoes in silence, occasionally taking sips of water to hydrate your throat. In a few minutes, you finished your meal, taking your fingers to your mouth and licking them to remove the food residue. The big door opened noisily, and you looked at it, feeling your body shudder. At the door stood none other than that pirate clown, his eyes scanning your body and stopping at the fingers in your mouth with a certain hungry gleam. He leaned against the door frame without taking his eyes off you. 'Caught you busy, my dear?' he asked playfully as he walked dangerously towards you until he was once again in front of the door of your cage. You quickly took your fingers out of your mouth, feeling embarrassed as you cleared your throat. Buggy simply laughed as he crouched in front of you. 'Did you enjoy your meal, doll? I left a few leftovers especially for you. A thank you wouldn't hurt,' he said with a cunning smile. You simply remained silent in front of him until you finally managed to open your mouth. 'You could have put some salt on it...' 'Oh, come on, complaining again? I could have given you nothing, and here I was thinking you were a good girl.' He put on a falsely sad tone in his voice before clicking his tongue in disapproval. 'Well, dear, you're lucky I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let it slide... But don't underestimate me.' He commented, quickly changing his tone to one full of anger.

"Well, as I told you yesterday, doll, today you will start your first day being useful to us." From under his sleeve, he pulled out a small key, which seemed to be the one that opened the door to your cage. You quickly approached it and Buggy smiled amused at your desperation to get out, he put the key aside while his free hand rummaged inside his jacket. "Ah ah ah, not so fast, doll, first of all..." He took out of his coat what seemed to be a heavy metal collar, without even blinking that object was firmly around your neck, making you gasp. "Isn't it beautiful? I knew it would look perfect around your pretty and delicate neck... This will serve as a reminder, do you understand, dear?" The tips of your fingers touched the cold metal of the collar while Buggy opened the door to your cage. Before you could react and run as fast as you could, the pirate had hooked a chain to your new accessory, which he held tightly with his gloved hand. He pulled it firmly and forced you to clumsily leave the cage, bumping into his chest. Buggy laughed amused at your clumsiness and took your chin, making you stand up and your faces were only a few centimeters away. His warm breath brushed against your mouth and you could smell it, it smelled like whiskey combined with strangely gunpowder, your cheeks acquired a soft reddish color and Buggy's blue eyes roamed your lips, going up your nose until they ended up looking at your eyes. "Well, darling, I'll tell you what this little job I have for you is about, from now on you will be MY personal servant." He slowly moved away from your face looking at you. "And believe me, you should feel honored, serving me, the Great Buggy!" He commented with an aura of superiority.Answer: The given text is a paragraph in Spanish. It describes a scene where a pirate named Buggy puts a metal collar around the neck of someone he calls "doll" and makes them his personal servant. The person is desperate to escape but Buggy chains them to the collar and forces them to leave the cage. Buggy is portrayed as arrogant and superior.

You rolled your eyes at his big ego. 'Sure, I'm so grateful,' you said sarcastically, causing Buggy to quickly grab your cheeks like the first time you met, letting out a groan of pain in the process because your cheeks were still sensitive. 'I told you not to underestimate me, brat.' 'I-I'm sorry! I'm grateful, sir,' you said as he released your cheeks, patting your head gently as he separated from you. 'You're welcome, dear. Now, let's go. We have things to do.' He pulled the chain that was attached to the collar around your neck, making you walk with him again. You left the dark room, blinded by the sudden sunlight outside, letting your eyes adjust as you followed Buggy like a dog. He walked with superiority in front of his men, who quickly moved out of your way.

Opened a large door and from it came out some steam which made you grimace at the heat against your face. You looked at the room which was a bathroom, which had several showers on the wall. The captain entered the bathroom which at that moment was empty for your consideration, pulled your chain and when you entered the bathroom he closed the door behind you, positioned himself in front of it and looked at you with a cunning gleam "Well, I don't want you to work for me while you're full of dirt, so undress and shower" he said with a smile decorating his made-up face. You swallowed, feeling your cheeks turn red as you scratched your arm, was he going to be with you while you showered? Holy God, that perverted clown. "Do you... Do you have to be here while I shower?" "Of course, I have to be present to make sure you don't escape." You sighed a little uncomfortable, you didn't want that clown to observe your naked body. Buggy, seeing that you hesitated with your movements, let out a annoyed groan "Come on, sweetie, you don't have to be shy now, I'm not going to do anything" he commented with a wolfish smile on his face and a lustful gleam in his eyes "Unless you ask me to..." He winked playfully and you felt your body heat up for a few seconds, you looked away with some embarrassment. You had no other choice, you knew that man was too stubborn to insist that you leave and leave you alone, so the best thing you could do was ignore his presence completely. You turned your back to him, so you would avoid his presence, although it didn't help much that his two eyes were creating a hole in your back as if he could see through it. The first thing you chose to take off was your dirty shirt, followed by your bra, which when you took it off you let out a small sigh of relief. Then you took off your shoes while leaning against the shower wall to avoid falling, once they were off you lowered your pants, already a little torn and dirty.

You were left semi-naked, with only your panties to cover you. Your eyes couldn't help but be curious and they turned in the direction where Buggy was to confirm if he was still watching you. You were not mistaken, the clown was still observing your body, moving his eyes over your figure, attentively observing your curves, any mole, scar or stretch mark that you had on your body. It seemed like he was studying you, recording your skin in his memory, and you would almost say that he was looking at you with a certain adoration. Buggy came out of his visual study of your body and his gaze settled on your face, he looked at you hungrily and winked one of his eyes. You quickly fixed your gaze on the wall while, somewhat trembling, you took off your underwear, becoming completely naked in front of the blue-haired man. Without hesitation, you turned on the hot water faucet and felt it kiss your skin. It was so relaxing, it had been several days since you had taken a good shower and this one was undoubtedly appreciated. You let your hair get completely wet as well as the skin of your body, you took your head out from under the hot water jets and blinked several times to avoid your vision from being blurred by the intrusion of water in your eyes. You looked down at your feet, finding several bottles that you assumed were shampoo and gel. You took one of these and poured the liquid into your palm, it had a pleasant mint smell, you spread it over your palms and began to massage your hair, creating foam in it. You rinsed off the shampoo with the water that was falling in front of you and then took the gel, spreading it over your body and soaping yourself until you were completely clean. You turned off the water once you finished, squeezing your hair and removing the excess water that was falling from it. You could feel a presence behind you and turned to see what it was, Buggy was behind you, extending a large clean towel against your back, he put it around your body, feeling the ghostly touch of his hand against your breasts when he tied the towel around that part. "There we have it, clean and pleasant, huh sweets?" You turned around to face him as you nodded, observing the towel that the man had wrapped around your body with a certain affection and curiosity. Who would say now that this is the same man who previously slapped you and choked you to the point of fainting.

Slowly he moved away from you, turning his back as he watched you take something from a bench. He turned around, facing you again and extending a small pile of clothes to you. "Here you go, darling. I hope you like your new outfit. I picked it out especially for you," he said in a sing-song voice as he let you take the pile of clothes. Knowing him and how he acted, you expected the worst with your new outfit. "If you need help getting dressed, I'm more than willing to do it," he said mischievously as he watched your cheeks turn a soft shade of red, making him laugh. "Thanks, but no thanks. I can dress myself," you replied. "Your loss, dear," he said before you turned around to face him again, just as you had done while showering. You unfolded the clothes and, well, they weren't all that bad. It was a shirt similar to his, with red and white stripes, but you could tell that the neckline of the shirt was more revealing, making you sigh. The second part of the outfit was a cute long brown skirt, the standout detail of which was that it wasn't entirely long. The back part of the skirt reached your ankles, while the front part of the fabric reached a little lower than your thighs. You couldn't deny that it was cute. Along with the skirt was a small scarf of the same blue color as Buggy's hair, and you could easily tell that the color palette had been inspired by him. You went to put on the clothes until a small piece of fabric fell to the ground. Puzzled, you picked it up and your face quickly turned red. A pair of small orange panties, just like Buggy's captain hat, with the skull from the pirate ship's sails in the center. Buggy's arms wrapped around your bare hips and his chin rested on your shoulder, watching with a satisfied smile as he looked at the pair of underwear. "Do you like them? I asked the tailor to make them especially for you," he said with his face dangerously close to your neck, making you shiver as you felt his big red nose brushing against the little bit of neck skin available due to the metal collar. You cleared your throat loudly, moving away from the clown as you nodded. "Sure... thanks..." "Good girl," he whispered in your ear as he moved a few centimeters away from you.

Trying to completely ignore what had happened, you started to dress quickly. You felt a bit embarrassed putting on your underwear, followed by your old bra. You put on your shirt and made a small grimace as you felt your chest now more exposed. You pulled up your skirt over your legs until it rested on your hips, and finally put the scarf around your waist, tying it with a small knot. You turned around, facing Buggy with your new outfit. He looked at your body carefully and smiled widely, giving a small clap with excitement. "Oh! Darling, you look radiant, almost as much as me!" he commented with his big ego, making you sigh. He took the chain of your necklace and walked towards the door, opening it while looking at you with a smile. "Come on, dear, now it's time to work. My glasses won't fill themselves!"

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echo-goes-mmm · 5 months

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Second-Hand Goods #5

Masterpost

Warnings: human trafficking, oral dub/non-con, manipulation

Emmett woke up with a headache. He yawned, but didn’t get very far.

Right, the muzzle.

The first thing he noticed was how hungry he was. Did he even eat last night?

Last night… last night was fuzzy. He must have fallen asleep.

He stretched, but again didn’t get very far. He shivered; he was cold again.

Emmett opened his eyes to see metal bars. He rolled over.

He was in one of the kennels, and lying on the floor across the room was a ‘guest’, still asleep. Master must have given him medicine.

“Good morning, my dear.”

Emmett whipped his head around to see Master leaning against the wall. He came over and crouched in front of him.

“Here’s how this is gonna go.” His voice was firm, and Emmett knew there was no room to fuck up.

“In about an hour, our friend over there will wake up.” He nodded towards the man on the floor.

“I’ll give you the usual routine, and then you’ll take care of our guest. No talking. Got it?”

Emmett nodded. It seemed easy enough.

Upstairs was in his future, he could feel it. Maybe Master would even let him decorate the spare bedroom.

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Sure enough, after an hour the man was stirring. Emmett watched through the bars as he twitched and shifted.

Abruptly, the man sat up. His wild eyes fixed in on him. Emmett shrank away, even though the bars protected him.

“Where the fuck am I?” he said, his voice shaking. “Who are you?”

Emmett shook his head. Even if was allowed to speak, he didn’t know where Master lived. Not even the state.

The man tried to get up, but he was tethered to the floor with a handcuff around one of his wrists.

“Oh my god,” he sniffed, “I’m going to die here.”

Emmett couldn’t speak, but he could at least answer that. He rapped on the bars with a fist. The man looked up. Emmett shook his head.

“I… I’m not?”

Emmett nodded. The man sagged in relief.

“Thanks.”

He heard the door at the top of the stairs open. He turned towards the door. It was a pretty roomy cage, all things considered, but he wasn’t exactly happy staying in it.

Master’s keys rattled as he opened the big gate. He slammed it behind him, locking it again. Was he angry, or just putting on a show?

“Please let me go,” begged the man, “I’ll do whatever you want!”

Master ignored him, opening Emmett’s kennel. “Come, Emmett. Kneel.”

He crawled out of the cage.

Master unfastened the muzzle, and let him stretch out his jaw before taking his temperature.

Breakfast was once again an apple, granola bar, and a bottle of water. Emmett thought of the pancakes as he ate. He was so close, he could nearly taste them. Maybe he’d be allowed to make french toast once this was over.

Master slipped on his muzzle when he was finished.

“Be. Good,” he muttered into his ear.

Master wiped off the thermometer and handed it and the bag of food to him. Emmett stood, walking over to the man.

He showed the man the thermometer, and he accepted it easily. It beeped, and his temperature was normal.

Emmett handed out the food, and turned to see if Master was pleased.

But Master wasn’t watching, typing furiously on his phone. It rang, and he cursed.

Master stalked towards him, grabbing his arm and dragging him back to the kennel. He shoved Emmett in, and the doorbell sounded upstairs.

“Not a word,” he hissed, “Either of you.” He shot a glare towards the newcomer, who nodded.

Master ran upstairs, two at a time.

After a moment of distant talking, he heard two sets of footsteps on the stairs.

“So what have you got for me?” said a new voice, a man.

“I only have the one,” said Master, irritated. “Just got it in this morning.”

They came into view, and Emmett immediately hated the man. His smile made his teeth chatter.

“Just one? You told me to come today.”

“I said call next week, idiot.” Master rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe you got my address. It’s unprofessional, Jake.”

Jake examined the new guest, his eyes roaming over him. The man whimpered.

“I don’t like it,” whined Jake.

Master shrugged, checking his phone. “Take him or wait a week. I have a pick up scheduled that you’ll love.”

“What about the one in the cage?” Emmett’s blood ran cold.

“Not for sale.”

“Five thousand.”

“No.”

“Seven thousand.”

“No.”

“Ten thousand.” Master looked up from his phone. He looked at Emmett, like he was considering it.

“Don’t!” he blurted. “Please don’t, Master, I-”

“Shut the fuck up!” snarled Master, his face suddenly twisting.

Oh god, he had disobeyed. He curled into the corner of his kennel. It was game over, he was going to be punished or killed.

“Like I said,” Master turned to Jake, “he’s not for sale. Now forget my address before you cause even more problems.”

“Jesus, fine! You’re a pain in the ass, Ander.” Jake threw up his hands.

Master escorted him upstairs, and Emmett began to tremble. He pulled the blanket around him, as if that would save him from Master’s wrath.

Ander. His name was Ander. Useless information. It wasn’t like he could ever tell anyone.

He locked eyes with the man across the room, and he looked almost as terrified as Emmett felt.

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Master had been gone for several minutes, and with each passing second the lead ball of dread in his gut got heavier.

What if Master left him in the cage forever? If he just let him starve? Threw away the key and let him rot?

Or worse? Sell him off to suffer and die?

He shivered under the blanket.

Please don’t make me go back. Please.

He heard Master’s footfalls on the steps. They were quiet, and that was somehow scarier than if he stomped.

Master didn’t even look at him when he got downstairs. Instead, he went to the supply locker. He pulled out a foldable step stool and a long length of chain.

Emmett burrowed further into the covers. His heart was beating rabbit-fast.

Master got on the stool, looping the chain over a hook and pulley embedded in the steel beams of the ceiling. He grabbed a pair of shackles from the locker, securing them to the end of the chain.

He was in deep shit.

Finally, Master turned to him. His face was stern and cold, and Emmett wished he could turn back time and just keep his mouth shut.

Master unlocked the kennel, and Emmett resolved not to resist. If he was good, really good, maybe it would all go away.

Master hauled him out by the arm. His grip was bruisingly tight. He locked the cuffs around his wrists, weighing them down with cold steel.

Master started to pull the chain, forcing his arms up and up and up, until he was nearly on the tip of his toes. A deep ache settled into his shoulders.

Master took off the muzzle. He tossed it aside, and the sound of the metal on the concrete was shockingly loud compared to the held breath of silence earlier.

He was shorter than Master, and he felt every single inch of difference.

“I’m sor-” His head was suddenly in the other direction, his face stinging. Master gripped him by the chin, yanking him back.

“What the fuck was that?” Master hissed. “Are you stupid?” Emmett shook his head.

“N-”

“Shut up.” Master stepped away, rummaging through the supply locker.

“When I tell you something, I expect you to follow it.” His voice was cold, nothing like the sweetness he used yesterday morning. The anger in it was gone too, and the calm frightened him.

Master found what he was looking for, and Emmett had to bite his lip to keep silent when he saw it.

Seeing the crop in his hand, long and imposing, he hoped that Master wouldn't punish him for screaming. It would be a losing game.

“I’ve been really kind, Emmett. Haven’t I? Don’t speak.”

Emmett nodded. His shoulders protested.

“I could make a lot of money off of you,” he said, circling around to his back. “I still have texts from Jake, telling me to call if I ever change my mind.”

Emmett squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the blow. But instead a cool metal slipped under his shirt. The dull side of a blade ran up his spine, the fabric tearing.

“Thousands of dollars. An amount that could change some people’s lives. Do you understand that?”

He nodded. He knew, better than a lot of people. Ten thousand dollars would have changed his life.

The shirt fell away. Master’s hand ran up his back. Goosebumps broke out under his touch.

To his horror, Master reached around and undid the button of his pants, pulled the zipper, and tugged his pants clear off of him. He saw them get tossed to the side from the corner of his eye.

He didn’t get to keep his boxers either.

The first strike made him yelp, the fiery mark burning into the small of his back.

“I’m disappointed, my dear.”

The second was just as bad. And the third. And the fourth.

“I asked you for one simple thing.” The fifth lash crossed over another, and he shrieked.

“And you couldn’t do it. But I’m giving you a second chance.” Master came back around. “I don’t think you really deserve one, but I’m feeling generous. Don’t you think that’s generous? Speak.”

“Yes! So generous! Thank you, Master,” he sobbed, “thank you, thank-”

“Enough. Start counting.”

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“Five!” he cried. His head swam, his vision sparking at six, seven, eight-

How many would there be?

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Emmett sobbed, his back raw and burning. His ears rang with his own screams- another blow-

“Tw- twenty!”

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“Please…” he begged, “no- no more. Please.” His knees shook, and each shifting stumble yanked more on his screaming shoulders. But it was nothing compared to everything else.

He could feel the beads of blood forming from the back of his thighs, up his ass, to the top of his shoulder blades. That, and the searing pain, was the only warmth he had.

Master hummed. The tip of the crop grazed over his welts, and he didn’t have the energy to flinch away. He panted through the feeling. It was like sandpaper over his raw skin.

“Have you learned a lesson?”

“Y- yes, Master.”

“I suppose we could put this away.” He tapped the crop on his ass, and that time he jumped. Master chuckled.

The locker slammed shut. He heard the sound of plastic, and something cool touched his back. He whimpered.

“Hush.”

It took a minute before he realized it was some sort of cream, and the relief was the most intense joy he’d ever experienced.

He bit his lip to keep quiet as Master spread the cream over each mark.

It could be so much worse. Master really was lenient. He only hurt him once he’d messed up, and rightfully so. How hard was it to keep his mouth shut?

He should have known Master wasn’t going to sell him off when Jake had offered.

Master decided he was worth more than money, and had given him a second chance.

It wouldn’t go to waste.

“You know,” murmured Master into his ear. “I only punished you to be sure you understand my requirements. You still have to make it up to me, Emmett.”

He nodded. That made sense, what was the point of rules with no consequences? He’d been warned after all. And he had upset Master so much…

Master lowered him down slowly. His muscles screamed from the effort, and he shook from exhaustion.

Master uncapped a bottle of water and pressed it to his lips. Emmett drank greedily, the cool water a balm to his sore throat. Once it was gone, Master tossed it in the trash can at the end of the basement.

Even when he was angry, he was kind enough to take care of him.

Emmett didn’t move, waiting on his knees for Master’s next instructions.

Master stood in front of him, and Emmett could barely look him in the eye. But Master had that smile on him again, and that was good.

Master cupped the back of his head, bringing him straight to his crotch, and Emmett knew what was expected.

“Go on,” said Master, “Make it up to me.”

He kissed the front of Master’s trousers as thanks. Hands shaking, he undid the button, and slowly pulled the zipper. He mouthed at the bulge in Master’s underwear, and Master sighed, pleased.

He carefully took out Master’s cock, stroking it the best he knew how. He’d never given a blowjob before, but he knew what he personally liked.

He licked up the underside of Master’s dick, and Master’s fingers began to stroke his hair.

He took the tip into his mouth, and tried to think about what would feel good. He took in more and more of Master’s cock, doing his best to breathe.

He had only Master’s breathy moans to rely on, but it seemed to be working. Master hit the back of his throat, and his eyes began to water. He bobbed his head, and Master began to thrust. He cursed and gripped his hair, and Emmett did his best not to gag.

“Fuck, Emmett,” he groaned. He was close, he could see it in Master’s face. And sure enough, moments later his mouth was full of cum. He tried to swallow it all, but he choked as Master pulled out, coughing onto the floor.

“There’s a good boy,” said Master. He wiped off the lingering cum from Emmett’s chin, pushing it back into his mouth. It was bitter on his tongue, but he licked it clean. He was a good boy, and that was what mattered.

Master tucked himself back into his pants. He ran a hand through his hair.

“Right, then. Back in the kennel, my dear.”

His face fell. After all that, after everything, he was supposed to go back in there?

“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. I still can’t trust you, now can I?” He couldn’t afford to hesitate; he crawled back inside the kennel. Master was right, but it still stung.

But as he curled up inside, head on pillow (he couldn’t stand the idea of a blanket on his torn-up back), he only felt relief. The kennel was safe; he wouldn’t be hurt here. The bars were a barrier between him and the world. Even more than Master’s house.

The guest was staring at him with red rimmed eyes, tear tracks down his face. What was he crying about?

Emmett rolled over to face the wall.

He was hungry again, and still cold.

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#rough day for Emmett. Its hard to see your dreams fall down around you #one tiny little mistake and its all over #Second-Hand Goods #my writing #whump #intimate whump #intimate whumper #captivity whump

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mintys-musings · 11 months

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Rinne Amagi x GN!Reader - Champagne and Sunshine

Rinne !!!!!! My beloved that I’m not so secretly insane about 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 funny that his day is the one day i write soft sex- but all the story moments where he’s unexpectedly thoughtful and soft is so *rattles the bars to my cage* do you get it !!! do you understand the insanity it inflicts upon my poor heart who eats up the fucking “hides his actual feelings with a persona” trope (see also: Madara Mikejima) !!!!!! i could go on. Apologies for the long ass build up btw

summary: The morning after your anniversary, Rinne’s still feeling lovey dovey.

tags: soft sex for a while (“soft” compared to usual rinne activity), service top!Rinne, fingering, body worship, unprotected sex, … h-.... Hand holding-

word count: 2197

NSFW under cut~

The golden rays of sunlight kiss your eyelids gently as the smells and sounds of breakfast being made danced into the bedroom. You snuggle further into the bed, wrapping the sheets around yourself more. There’s a distinct lack of another person in this bed that you missed. The only way you thought to half-assedly quell that feeling was by hugging one of the pillows that he was using. You could still smell a bit of his cologne from last night— pink pepper and bergamot.

You nearly drift back into slumber if it wasn’t for the sounds of your usually dead asleep snoring in the AM boyfriend softly cursing under his breath.

“Augh-! Shit- shit-”

He mumbles something else and you hear a soft clattering sound.

He’s a grown man. He can handle whatever it is.

You pay no mind to him and just continue to doze for what feels like only a few seconds before you feel a weight being put on the mattress. For a moment, there was silence.

But just a moment.

“Baaaabe~” Rinne whines as he puts his full weight on top of you. “Honeeeey beeeeee~ Wake up~!”

He nuzzles his face right into your chest, squeezing you into his arms as he rolls the two of you around on the bed.

“Gah! Rinne!” You squirm in his grasp.

As soon as your face emerges from the bedsheets, he showers you in kisses. This wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence. Usually this would’ve happened later in the day as you two tended to sleep in together. But he was always much more affectionate and energetic than usual after big events. Be it concerts, award shows were Crazy:B are even so much as nominated, whatever constituted a party called for extra affection from the bee.

Yesterday was your one year anniversary. Surprisingly, he planned an entire trip at an amusement park, rolling dice after every attraction and game stall you two visited to determine the next move. It was more fun than you’d admit to his face. The cherry on top was a candlelit dinner on the rooftop of a high class restaurant. How did he get a reservation? He would only grin and say it was fate. You would say it was his unit mate that you spotted plating a dish table side on your way to the bathroom.

But you didn’t tell him that.

Now you were being nuzzled and kissed all over by him.

You manage to push him off enough to plant a loving kiss of your own on his lips.

“Good morning,” you say. “You seem happy.”

Rinne laughs in the way he always does, scooping you up and settling you on his lap. His blue eyes bore into yours with a love drunk gaze. “‘Course I’m happy, babe.” He presses his lips to yours gently. “I’ve had the privilege of being yours for over a year.” One of his hands raises to cup your cheek. “Who wouldn’t be happy with that?”

For all the time he spent acting like a fool, gambling his savings away, pranking suspecting idols in the agency, he never failed to remind you how important you were to him. At first it was subtle. He’d protect you from leering eyes or suddenly treat you to lunch whenever he supposedly won big at pachinko. Now he was much more comfortable dropping that outrageous mask in front of you. He was at ease with you.

“I made you breakfast.”

His words snap you out of your reminiscing and yes. There was, in fact, a tray with toast and scrambled eggs sitting on your bedside table along with two mugs of coffee. One mug less filled than the other.

“... Did you actually make that?” You ask, tilting your head. The eggs were cooked to a perfect soft scramble and the toast nearly looked fake with how even the toasting was.

He looks to the side, his signature cocky smile on his face as he scratches the back of his neck. “I picked up a few things while livin’ with Niki all those years, ‘kay?”

You give him a sleepy smile and kiss his cheek. “Thank you, honey.”

As you pull back, you see him staring down at you rather intensely. Your eyes follow his gaze. The shirt you were wearing— One of Rinne’s t-shirts, actually— had slipped past your shoulder, exposing your collarbone.

Oh.

Nothing was said for the next few minutes. Only actions existed between you two for this moment. It was a silent agreement as Rinne undresses you like he was unwrapping a delicate package. Once your shirt and any other clothing you were wearing were out of the way, he makes quick work of his undershirt. Rinne keeps his boxers on as he was much too excited to get started on you. He pushes you gently back down onto the bed where you were just dozing off moments ago.

Rinne runs his hands up and down your sides, admiring the view he had of you below him. He was captivated by the way the light shines through the curtains to brush and caress your body in the same way he was doing right now. His face glows with his soft, love drunk expression, lowering his head to give you the nth kiss of the morning. His lips drift from your lips down to your neck and down your body.

He leaves no patch of skin untouched. He relishes in each soft gasp he can pull out of you. Each time he feels your skin pebble to goosebumps, he chuckles and nuzzles his face into that spot a little more.

You merely lie against the pillows and sheets and watch him, one of his hands holding yours with your fingers intertwined. He had already brought you breakfast (which still lay untouched due to this small distraction), but he refused to have you lift a finger. Your one year anniversary might have ended when you both slept, but he couldn’t help but want to treat his lover a little more.

“Hmngh…”

Your eyes flutter as his tongue lavishes itself against your hole. Through half-lidded eyes, you catch a glimpse of him staring up at you like you were heaven sent. His own eyes close eventually as he focuses all his efforts into pleasuring you. Your legs instinctively find their way over his broad shoulders and he moves his hands to hold onto your waist gently.

One of his long fingers makes its way into your hole. Curling and gently caressing you from within, his mouth finds its own rhythm against your sex. Rinne lets out a small mouth of his own, clearly deriving pleasure from this act alone. The vibrations send waves of pleasure up your spine as you try and stop yourself from grinding against his face. He’s not going particularly fast. His tongue moves at a languid pace and he’s taking his time with adding another finger into your eager hole. But he knew every spot that made your body want to keen and whine for him. He’s explored enough that the actions were second nature to him.

Your head falls back against the pillows, softly moaning as your lover holds you right where he wants you. The sleepy daze that was clouding your mind was replaced with the wondrous haze of pleasure. Your hips raise ever so slightly into Rinne’s touch and his grip on your waist tightens. His movements speed up slightly to draw out more noises from you.

You just barely manage to raise your head and see his piercing blue eyes glued to your form.

“Rinne~” Your voice still had the slight morning rasp. Now it was mixed in with your needy whines.

“Yes, honey bee?” He pulls away, the signature smirk you’ve grown to love plasters itself on his face.

For a moment, you just lie there— panting softly. You can’t seem to speak, mind already starting to numb from the gentle but constant drum of pleasure flowing through you.His free hand continues to caress your sides while the fingers inside of you move in and out at a moderate pace. The only sounds filling the room.

He watches your mouth open and shut a couple times. His fingers continue to speed up as he finds your speechless expression all too precious to stop. He doesn’t even want to speak so as to not interrupt the chorus of sweet noises that tumble from your lips.

The way the light shines from behind him makes him appear to have a slight golden outline. Like a little halo of light. Your vision blurs for a moment as you feel your orgasm approach quickly. You try and get your bearings, hand reaching for the one holding your waist. You don’t last long before you feel the pleasure release from your body. You tense for a moment, clenching yourself around Rinne’s fingers, before relaxing back down onto the bed.

Rinne lets out a low whistle and retracts his fingers from your hole. He even makes a show of kissing your sex as if to thank you for the wonderful display you’ve put on for him. You whimper at the emptiness, breathing deeply to calm yourself.

You watch as he frees his cock from his boxers. The way his hand strokes himself up and down was a delicious sight. There was no need for him to even do that considering how hard he was.

“Babe~”

He kisses you again to bring you out of your stupor. “You okay? Can I put it in… please?” He asks so gently, but you could feel the slight strain behind his words.

You look down and see his dick already rubbing against your awaiting hole. The sight alone made you want more.

“I’m okay.” You tell him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Go ahead, Rinne~”

Rinne pushes himself into your hole the second you give him the okay. You watch as his Adam’s apple bobs and he lets out a guttural moan.

“Shit- You feel so fucking good.” He sucks in a harsh breath. It takes him all the concentration in the world to not pound you into the mattress and let you both get a second to adjust to each other.

Your lips make contact with his throat as he wraps his arms around you. He didn’t care if you left hickeys. In fact, he invited it. His eyes roll upward as you suck on his pale skin and he gave a few shallow thrusts before finding a good pace.

He went slow. In comparison to his usual harsh, eye watering pace, Rinne was going slow. He wanted to savour this moment with you. And it felt just as good.

His pace makes you feel each and every inch leaving and entering you and you find yourself back in that pleasure induced daze from earlier. You kiss and nip at his neck and collarbone, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers rub circles into your back. Your legs hook around his waist to draw him closer.

“I’m so lucky.” His voice is husky as he mutters those words into your ear. “I’m so lucky to be yours. That you let me be yours.” He speeds up slightly. His dick is throbbing inside of you.

“I’m yours too, Rinne.” You whimper, an overwhelming feeling of care and pleasure mixing together inside of you.

His hips smack against yours delightfully, speeding up as time went on. There are no more words exchanged. Just moans and cries of pleasure.

Rinne has reached his boiling point. He lets go of your body in favour of bracing himself against the mattress with one hand. His other hand collects your wrists and holds them above your head as he leans forward. He uses his own body weight to get you into a mating press— the angle making his dick drive deeper into you.

His usual pace was back.

You cry out as his cock flies in and out of you, the pressure of an orgasm bubbling inside of your abdomen once again. Through bleary eyes, you see him dip his head down. You can hear him groaning and growling by your ear. Rinne was drowning in the same overwhelming pleasure and emotions as you were.

“I love you, my honey bee.”

A deep thrust burying his cock as deep as it would go in you punctuates each word.

You couldn’t even respond before you are overtaken by the force of your climax. You shudder against his sturdy body as you are thrown into clear bliss. The immense amount of pleasure runs through you in waves and you find yourself clenching around him more than expected.

Rinne lets out beautiful— damn near melodic— breathy moans himself. A couple more deep thrusts and he is holding you in place as his cum fills your hole. He gives a few shallow thrusts before he stops, pulling you on top of him.

You and him lie there, skin to skin and catching your breaths. His fingers move to stroke your hair.

A soft smile appears on his face as he hears your quiet voice.

“I love you too, Rinne.”

#Minty's Musings #Minty's Writing #esxreadernsfwmonth2023 #ensemble stars smut #nsft es!!#enstars x reader smut #rinne amagi x reader #rinne amagi x reader smut #rinne amagi smut #happy end of mayy whoooh #soft rinne amagi my beloved #im so normal (insane) about the king bee himself #if you see any typos no you didnt #i was gonna proofread but then i got sick okay

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doodlboy · 10 months

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I am screaming and jumping up and down and doing a little dance inside of my head rn!

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #that was so fucking pretty and for what!!!!!!#as a spiderman enjoyer i am very happy we get such a rad movie to watch #pavitr was so cute!!!! w his bangles and shit that was such a cool way to interpret his web slinging omh #and miles!!!! he's gotten so big and he's so fuckin strong emotionally. hes so goddamn smart too!!#miguel was there [distain but i found him handsome]#he's i like his pointy teeth but he's such a dick!!!!#AND THE SPOT?????#WHY THE FUCK ARE PPL SLEEPING ON THIS GUY HE'S SO GOOD #rattling the bars of my fucking cage he's so endearing and a terrifyingly cool villain #HOBIEEEEEEEE man i love that guy #his anarchy is a lil silly sometimes and i appreciate that #ALSO ALSO!!!! the disabled spider ppl?????? holy shit thats so fucking cool??? the bit where they make the comedy is a crutch joke was so <3 #and gwen????? her world is so beautiful like holy shit just looking at some of the scenes there made me want 2 cry its so good #jumping up and down rolling on the floor running in circles AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #atsv #atsv spoilers #across the spider verse spoilers #elliot rambles

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ryuki23 · 1 year

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Don Kaito Is The Zenkaiger Arrow: A 100% Serious Theory (No Really I'm Not Lying)

Now that the Donbrothers finale has come and gone without giving us any answers about what the FUCK is up with Don Kaito (and I'd expect nothing less 10/10 no notes), I'm finally free to explain all about my most beloved theory/headcanon without fear that it will be disproved in the next week!

Basically, I think Don Kaito is something like what AkaRed is for Red Rangers, but for ALL rangers, and/or the idea/ideals/will of Super Sentai as a whole.

In his own words,

Background Info

AkaRed is the embodiment of the spirit of all Red Rangers, although the specifics of what that means and how it works isn't super elaborated on anywhere, he mostly just shows up occasionally to be a weird slightly cryptic guide to other Sentai. Much like another character I could name... 🤔

The possibility of an AoBlue/AkaBlue is jokingly brought up once in a Zyuohger special, but other than that nothing and no one else like AkaRed is ever shown or mentioned. EXCEPT...

*DRAMATIC GASP* Goran no Sponsor???? (no joke this is exactly how I reacted when I got to this part jkbjsdfgf)

So, in the penultimate episode of Zenkaiger, they're fighting the Big Bad, who has absorbed all the other Super Sentai's worlds and can use their powers. The Zenkaigers seem completely outmatched, and the Big Bad's final attack knocks them out of henshin and breaks their Sentai Gears so they can't transform again. But they get up anyway, declaring their resolve to fight even untransformed to save the worlds the other Sentai fought to protect. And then, this happens:

All the previous Sentai's powers respond to this and leave the Big Bad, lending their power to the Zenkaigers to make them new Gears. While this is happening, the Zenkaigers are transported to this place, where all the symbols of past Sentai float around the Zenkaiger Arrow, which they seem to be forming.

Basically, these powers have their own will, and all of them together are symbolized by the Zenkaiger Arrow. Which, I might add, is frequently shown in the rest of the series reacting to comedic moments and interacting with other characters.

So why do I think this arrow and Don Kaito are one and the same?

Well, because it's a fun idea to think about mostly! Honestly, it just came to me out of nowhere in the middle of the night and that's it. But the more I thought about it, the more things that happen in canon I found that could support it.

1: Hitotsuki and Sentai Gears

Hitotsuki that are based on past Sentai seasons drop Gears when defeated, no matter who defeats them or how they do it. And most of the time, regardless of who defeats them, the Gear ends up in Don Kaito's possession. That kind of makes it feel like this phenomenon is unrelated to his position as Admin of the Donbrothers.

2: "True Hero"

Jin Momoi shows A LOT of deference to Don Kaito. He's like. The ONLY person Jin is ever unfailingly polite to. Jin is surprised and shocked that Don Kaito would be working in a cafe. Jin KNEELS to this guy. I am rattling the bars of my cage. What do you KNOW, Old Man????

Anyway, "True Hero" and "Forever Hero" sure sound like the kind of titles one might give to the physical embodiment of the spirit and ideals of all Super Sentai.

3: Don Kaito Knows Santa Claus

Yeah him and Santa go way back.

So like, it seems like Don Kaito is NOT a Normal Human Age. And although Himitsu Sentai Goranger is only from the 70s, there are a lot of Sentai shows where the backstory has a Sentai, a similar team of warriors, or the source of the Sentai's power existing hundreds, thousands, or millions of years in the past.

In Conclusion:

I fucking love this concept, and as a bonus, it fits with some of the weirdest stuff about Don Kaito.

In my mind, Don Kaito got involved in the story of Donbrothers because of whatever is up with the Sentai Gears that is causing them to turn people into Hitotsuki and in order to get them all back, and he set up Cafe Donbura so the absolute disaster group that is the Donbrothers would have an actual Home Base, because god knows they would never have come together by themselves. And also to support Tarou when he was fighting alone while Jin fucked around throwing darts at the city to choose Donbrothers.

And he looks like Zenkaito because uhhhh he thinks Kaito is pretty cool 😊

The End

#donbros #avataro sentai donbrothers #avatarou sentai donbrothers #don kaito #don kaito goshikida #what tag do people use for him????#anyway i'm actually so certain that they're never gonna explain anything about this man but i'm also so attached to this idea

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