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inkburnt · 2 years

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I’m Not Scared

One-shot inspired by a creepy but fantastic little audio clip made by my bestie @featherburnt. The brain worms were ravenous. I think this is going to be the first of many I write, taking place in the Silent Hill-like setting of a perpetually work-in-progress collab fic we gush madly about. Posting it here first before I decide if it should go on AO3 at all. :x Enjoy some hopeless boys.

Fandom: Devil May Cry Teen–Mature // M/M // Words: 3,438 Characters: V, Garrett (male OC belonging to @featherburnt) Relationship: V/Garrett Warnings & tags: V is not part of Vergil, V’s name is Vitale, horror themes, ghost towns, fear Ship & series: Love and Harmony Combine

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"Garrett, come here."

The violet glow of the cane threw a small but appreciable light over the spines of binders he couldn't really read. But these were collections of records given the dates written and the uniformity of the labels that bore the same handwriting. Coming to a dress shop was as useless an effort as it was attempting to read a language he did not know, but still he pulled a binder from its nook; and dust that had settled for decades was suddenly disturbed, and thickly took to the air only for V to blow it away from his face. He grimaced when he succeeded in causing it to whirl largely in place. With his mate joining his side as reliably as always, he passed the thing to Garrett's hands. "There are more just like this," he explained, "and the dates descend." He held his cane above the binder for its light. V watched him turn it over, open it, skim through the pages.

"It's just for bookkeeping," Garrett revealed, unimpressed, "nothing useful."

"This shop must have been in business for quite a while." V wasn't any more interested in that than Garrett was, as they both had been searching for information beyond profits and losses. The kind that may give them some clue. Mannequins left standing and dressed were the last remaining evidence of an era passed, its fashions outdated. A relic, this place, and something that better deserved to be preserved and admired by posterity than to sit here forgotten and wasting away. V found fashion magazines and catalogs laid out over a table and spared the time to flip through some, and he was ever gentle in his handling of old things as he slowly turned page after page. On fading photographs, the violet light cast an unusual tinge.

He did not enjoy being here: the dress shop was one of several sites they had come to, and each one worsened V's opinion of Goussainville Vieux-Pays on the whole. The plane crash had not been responsible for the decline in air and atmosphere, the deterioration of things and areas away from the site that had almost appeared organic, bodily. Decay was an odor V could not put out of his olfactory nerve since he had set foot here. The sounds of modern planes passing overhead were nonexistent—impossible, when a large airport operated just outside the village. Ghost towns were not this dead. Garrett had done a fine job of finding this one. Maybe too good a job.

Dulled footsteps and flipping pages were the only sounds heard for what felt like miles. V knew the former came from somewhere behind him. "If only we could find that boy. He knows more than he's told us. I feel we were wrong to let him slip through our fingers. There is something unnatural here." He thought it was his fault the teenager had gotten away from them. The only living soul encountered since setting foot in the village, and there was no way to know where to find him now. V had begun doubting what he'd seen and heard when they first crossed paths, fearing tricks of the mind—or tricks of the dead. But wasn't that paranoia on its face? Oh, this place was beginning to take its toll.

That there were dead here was no question; that they haunted this land was certain; that they reached out to V was, unfortunately, a fact. At the very least, he could gather that they were sorrowful but refused to take it out on him. Still, to assume that whatever was wrong with the village was due to their presence would be an impulse borne of ignorance. V could honestly say nothing had been further from the case. Ghosts were remnants of human life, human in their own way, and though the village was brought into being by human hands and inhabited by human lives, the very last vestiges of humanity had long abandoned it, its ghosts bound here by supernatural laws and their own melancholy. They affected little to nothing within the village.

Here, there was something invasive and dark, eclipsing all the rest.

In all this silence, V felt almost unwelcome. He poked and prodded where he had no right, and if he were any more mad he may claim the place was rejecting him for that. But pages turned, the light of his cane was revived when it died, and his nerves fared no better now than they had on first hearing the boy's warning. On alert, high alert, and he had four demons at his side to pounce the second the alarm went off.

The waste in pointlessly browsing fashion catalogs made itself apparent when V grew bored with it, but a part of him, and a large part in fact, preferred this to facing the soupy, impenetrable fog that lingered beyond these walls. It had been thinner earlier in the day, or so he imagined. The Eiffel Tower had been visible beyond the village borders, hazily yet unmistakably before the horizon. But in recent hours, with the descent of the sun, he thought he’d lost sight of it entirely. He needed only to glance out the windows to know how hopeless an endeavor it would be to navigate the ruined streets under all the gray cover. So he flipped more pages, exhaled his boredom—a clever mask for nerves. Leave it to his mate to come to his rescue, who had an arm to bring around V's waist. “Garrett, I’m fine.” It should have gone a ways in comforting him, but he was put off entirely by this village saturated with grief and an element that was sinister. Did it show that plainly, to Garrett, even in the dark? V thought he’d been masking it better than that. It did not help matters to sense that what should have been warm flesh was hard plastic pressing into his right hip.

V looked to his left to see Garrett, but he jumped out of his skin when he didn't see him and gasped in something like abject terror. In pulling to the side, the arm on him caught tighter and it sent V into a primal fit of panic; and his cane landed desperate blows on the thing to beat it away, and he was freed only for his back to meet something heavy when nothing had been there before. He whipped around to lambaste the second horror and had nothing short of a panicked yell for his fate. A warm hand caught his arm before he could find his freedom by way of a serious beating, and in his surprise he released the cane from his useless hand, its clatter ignored but its violet light missed in the dark.

He feared for his life, hissed his rejection of the thing that seized him, he knew nothing but the rush of blood in his ears and the eyes and nose and mouth that sized him up. And he almost instantly reeled as he stood rigid, completely unaware of the tears in his wide, fearful eyes. He came within an inch of whaling on Garrett.

Resistance coming from muscles turning to jelly was only a product of instinct. Shaking lips parted but no sound escaped. V heard a voice call his name, or he heard something, anyway. His mind was in severe disarray and it barred all reasonable thought. Large, green eyes stared too long at a face he wasn’t sure he remembered—until, in the seconds that passed, he realized no harm or horror was coming. His name was repeated, a human arm came about his back, and calming words that had been filtering into his brain were finally beginning to hold sway. It proved enough. He wouldn't have spun around to look behind him for that thing that had grabbed him earlier if he wasn't assured of the man arresting him now. That was Garrett, thank heaven. V remembered his grip, the sound of his worry, the faintest trace of smoke, of course he did. This small confidence was enough to let V lean into him, but very much in a state of flight as his eyes kept wide and trained on the darkness behind him, expecting a horror to drag him back. Comforting assurances were heard above his ears, barely above the sounds of his own haggard breathing. And with them, an orange glow in the murk, a flame held out. Like so much the child who hid their head beneath the covers, V wanted to close his eyes and will it all away; but he heard nothing monstrous, saw nothing alive, felt stillness all around. Dying violet light mixed with smearing tears obscured his sight, but he allowed Garrett's protective pull that brought them even closer. In darkness was danger, so V could only think to grab onto the thing that gave him security.

"V, it’s just a mannequin."

Garrett had comforting strokes for his back, but as much as V felt like a fool, he also thought his mate was wrong. No doubt about what he saw now by fire light, but that gave him no sizable comfort. The fiberglass, lifeless human shape before his eyes was in fact fiberglass and lifeless, and displayed no fashion, and somehow remained standing after receiving blows V was certain should have dropped the thing to the floor. He could not have been mistaken about what sent him into a panic. He was touched with intelligence. That scared him. "I felt it move. It touched me.”

"You could have bumped it."

"No. Nothing was around me." The uncanny likeness to a human face, with painted eyes and lips, inspired more discomfort than a clothes rack, a tree branch, or a garbage can ever could. He hated the human in the nonhuman. Studying the mannequin’s face and form only discouraged him from looking at it any longer, so he turned away and shut his eyes now that he knew no beast or ghoul would try to take him from here. If he had been in danger, his familiars would have known the way they always did, and they would have peeled from his body to assail the thing that aimed to bring him harm—and for that, he knew they needed no permission. Did that suggest his reaction was baseless? That he was wrong for privately accusing his mate of exercising rationale? None of that held any water so long as he remembered what he had felt, assumed what that meant to him, and he was aware that the entity at fault remained among them. No comfort in any one of those thoughts. What could he do but bring his face to Garrett's neck, and try to contain the collapse of his nerves while he had his moment. He only breathed while Garrett pulled him closer with the two arms necessary to soothe him.

How could something so stupid scare him so badly? There had always been worse, and he laughed in its face when his odds were poorer. Oh, the humiliation and all of its implications, and he loathed it.

Part of cowering went into recovering composure. At least Garrett would never tease him over things like this, and he was ever sincere in the way he would soothe his mate and offer every protection. Until now, V hadn't realized that his hands were like hooked talons, grasping at Garrett's jacket like they belonged to a threatened animal. But there was life in lifelessness, or at least a level of sentience that knew what it was doing. There was intent in inanimate limbs, a defined goal, a reason for movement and for touching V. If it was only to frighten him, to push him out of the shop, it may yet be satisfied. The desire to stay here had evaporated in an instant.

Right now, Garrett’s preoccupation lied with comforting him, so while he allowed V his time to gather his wits, massaging his back was the second-best thing Garrett could do. He pressed his lips to the top of V’s head for a subtle peck. “It’s okay. I gotcha.” The shame of it was that Garrett hadn’t been there the moment V sprang from the danger. He’d only caught the aftermath, and even then, he couldn’t see what V was seeing: he couldn’t see the harm the mannequin posed to him, logically speaking, and given that it was dark inside the shop... But who was he to doubt in V? The oddest things did tend to happen around the warlock, which was unfortunate half of the time, and only helped play at Garrett’s heartstrings. His words were above whispers, soft and grounding. “You got nothing to be afraid of anymore.” Though it irked him that he couldn’t have, perhaps, paid closer attention and stopped this before it started, at least he’d been there at all—albeit at some risk of having himself hurt by V’s cane. He’d felt it directly to the face one or two times, and neither were actually pleasant.

The warlock in his arms grumbled against his throat. “I’m not scared.”

“V...”

As if on command, he leaned back to look at Garrett. Even in the unaltered darkness, their eyes had found one another. And there was a furrow to V’s brows, the mark of stubborn pride. “I was startled,” he reasoned, as if that had made any significant difference.

The single flame ignited, held at the pair’s side for the comfort found in light amid darkness. “Swee’heart, there’s no shame in being scared, especially for good reason.”

Garrett was only meaning to comfort him, but V didn’t like to be seen through as if a strip of cellophane. But the wetness to his eyes likely didn’t help matters, and he’d forgotten about it until now, when he tipped his head down and brought a finger to his eyes to wipe the lingering tears away. How childish of him, and he hated that too; though perhaps not as ardently as he hated the sudden heat brought to his face as he guessed that embarrassment made itself manifest. “I cannot be afraid of a mannequin.”

“V, you yelled. And you were whiter than a sheet. You scared me.”

“It was a bad surprise, and I am not scared now.”

“Okay, you weren’t,” Garrett finally relented, only sympathetic where he should have considered being impatient instead. But he wasn’t that kind of man; at least, not that kind of mate. To V. “You’re not scared, pretty boy. I believe you.” He believed in the same way he pretended not to see the shimmer in wet eyes, or the pink in pale cheeks; but at least it went a ways in giving V some relief. The sweet thing tried smiling for him regardless, bringing a hand up to pat him lightly on the cheek.

Garrett shouldn’t have to see this, no matter that V had his utmost respect or that he would always mean well. Some things simply had to be kept private, there was some shame one simply had to live with. With a spare hand, he persuaded Garrett’s away from his face. In drying his tears, V brushed off the remnants of his panic and his humiliation, heart rate be damned. He returned his gaze to his husband’s before it was missed, with new resolve summoned to the surface of peridot pools. It was forced, it was a fraction, but better that than enduring fright. He’d at least banished the rosiness from his face. The demon’s flame warmed the cool air, its orange glow revealing a little more detail than V wanted it to—but he was grateful for that anyway, as he was for the faithful anchor on his back: Garrett’s hand again.

He exhaled a breath as he bent over to collect his cane, and held it by its handle not because he needed its aid, but because he didn’t want it being yanked by some unseen force hidden in the darkness. He could do well without more contact. And another scare. “Something is here, and I think we’d be wise to take its hint,” he suggested once straightened. In his voice was an element of haste, his usual cool having taken a backseat to a more primal urge. Even with what he anticipated to encounter out in the fog, he was immediately convinced that out of doors would beat whatever was inside this dress shop by a mile. In spite of overarching discomfort, eye contact with Garrett was a little easier now that V wasn’t the center of attention. Still, he did not distance himself from his mate. He knew that the mannequin was there, it and its friends. Garrett didn’t argue him his point, but agreed with it and took V’s free hand without offering when steps toward the exit were taken.

To him, it hardly mattered how he would lie to preserve V’s feelings. What mattered was how he would protect him and preserve his life. Garrett would not dare to let him walk out of here without a proverbial but physical lifeline, and the connection that came from joined hands was one often sought after. V didn’t fight it when their fingers laced. V didn’t have to be honest with him, either. Body language spoke all.

The poor thing was tense, but he was trying not to be. In his experience, it wasn’t often that inanimate things would come to life and reach out to him. The surprise in that, and in feeling a limb on his body in such a fashion that triggered souring reminders of long-held personal fears, worked as one to unsettle him so completely that he would want to be anywhere but here, and it succeeded. Garrett was sanctuary, so to him V stayed close. The twosome left the past very well in the past and the door to close slowly behind them. They hadn’t heard it, and they hadn’t looked to make certain. Outside, the world was gray and dark, and cold, and a new sensation of oppression lingered like low cloud cover, suspended above their heads. The fog sat thickly, obscuring visibility to the point that nothing beyond a foot in front of them could be made out with detail. The setting of the sun changed things; far be it from V to have ever expected a change for the better.

“We’d be better off if we got outta here.”

The urge to agree was powerful, but it wasn’t defeating. Rather than look in the rough direction they’d come from, V stared into the fog that went on with no apparent end, deeper inside the village. He wondered about that boy from before, worried slightly over his safety if he had somehow lived in Goussainville Vieux-Pays. This place was no place for anyone still alive, much less for children and the ill-equipped. It wouldn’t have been right to leave him here, but it was the desire to discover the root of what was so twisted about the village, and potentially set it right, that motivated V to want to press on. He’d experienced a lot in his lifetime as far as the diabolical went, and he knew that, in general, it was best to nip a problem in the bud before it spread, grew, evolved, bloomed. Perhaps it was a stretch to assume already that devilry was at play, but if not that, then what else? His hand squeezed around Garrett’s, tense for half a second like a pulse, before relaxing. A silent signal to him that freedom would be a way off yet.

“You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.” Words spoken aloud, but they were meant for himself to hear. An unfortunate reflection on V’s modus operandi, his usual attitude toward a question that begged answering, a problem that begged fixing. There was the need to remind himself of that, as if he’d had a duty to fulfill by instinct alone. It is never enough until it’s too much, and he doesn’t tend to know that until he’s over the edge and wishing he’d never tipped over it in the first place. Garrett had to learn that about him the hard way, but at least they always lived to tell about it. A tug of hands, a look of sorry dissent, and though there was initial resistance from his mate, V began on his way in loving company, in search of the supposed problem, the answer to the burning question.

What is happening here?

#devil may cry #dmc fanfiction #dmc5 #dmc5 v #dmc v #v dmc5 #v dmc #v x oc #V is not Vergil #featherburnt #universe: Love and Harmony Combine #fic: The Cult of Moloch #I'm gonna start posting about this fic because it's tasty.#I think if I write more one-shots for it I'll post them all as a collection on AO3. Since they're pretty small.#ANYWAY. EAT.

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justatasteofyourpoison · 1 month

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Too many cooks…

(A Hazbin Hotel/Alastor x Fem Reader fan fiction)

Part 2

I didn’t expect to write any more smut, butttt I had so much fun writing the last one (take that depression! :D) This idea came to me while casually preparing a roast on Sunday and singing along to the HH soundtrack. Enjoy!

Pairing: Alastor x Fem Reader

Plot: It’s your turn to cook for the HH gang, but Alastor decides to distract you…

Warnings: 18+, smut, bdsm, blood, rough sex (not for me, but maybe you), slight praise k*nk, p in v.

Word Count: About 1.3K

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The hotel was a hub of joy and excitement tonight, it was Friday night and that meant party time! Each week you all took turns cooking a slap-up meal for each other, then put on music, drank and laughed into the small hours. Last week Sir Pentious served up some sort of inedible egg dish which didn’t go down too well, especially when you all had noticed a couple of his egg boys had mysteriously disappeared… But anyway, it was your turn to shine and you were determined to cook something amazing for everyone!

You had it all planned out, cook a few things to suit every taste; something meaty, something veggie, something carby and something buggy… “Ugh” you scoffed as you placed the tray of roaches into the oven. It was Nifty’s favourite and who were you to deny the endearing little creep?

Niffty ran in and out of the kitchen gathering plates and cutlery to set the table. “Thanks Niffty, you’re a star!” You chimed as she grabbed some plates. “No problem! Everything must be perfect!” She sang as she grabbed some more plates. “And clean” she muttered wiping the top plate manically as she struggled through the door.

You laughed to yourself and began preparing the vegetables on the large island in the middle of the kitchen. “I think I’ll have everyone’s tastes covered with this spread” you thought. But then you remembered - Alastor. Alastor who had invited you to his room last night… Your heart fluttered as you remembered the evening’s amorous activities… “I don’t have any venison for Alastor, he’ll be so disappointed” you thought sadly. You didn’t want to disappoint him, especially now that you were his new flight of fancy.

You continued chopping up vegetables when a familiar feeling washed over you. The static was back and that only meant one thing… “Hello my little Doe” a voice suddenly whispered into your ear. You jumped violently and accidentally pierced the knife into your finger. “SHIT!” you yelped in pain as scarlet began dripping onto the white marble. You grabbed the nearest cloth and pressed it tightly to your finger before spinning round to see Alastor stood there. “Hey Alastor, sorry” you said meekly. “No I’m sorry my dear, I need to learn to not sneak up on people when they’re holding knives. Especially not Niffty, she’s a total liability…” He trailed off, “but here, let me help you” Before you knew it the cloth was tossed aside and Alastor had your finger in his mouth. A seductive look in his eye as his tongue swirled around, making sure to get every drop of you. When he was satisfied he let you go and wiped his mouth across his hand “almost as tasty as last night” he purred looking intently into your eyes. You blushed. “Now don’t be coy with me Y/N, you’re no innocent” he said leaning in closer before gently pressing his lips to yours. Your legs felt weak feeling him against you.

“What are you cooking?” He enquired inquisitively after pulling himself away from you. “Err, a little of this, a little of that” you said brushing a loose hair behind your ear. “But…” you began sheepishly “I haven’t got any venison for you, I’m sorry.”

“Oh don’t worry about it” Alastor said coolly “I prefer to catch and eat it fresh” he said almost salivating at the thought. “But the fact I slipped your mind makes me a little sad…” He said his tone changing. Your stomach fell, you never wanted to disappoint the Radio Demon. “I’m sorry Alastor” you said avoiding his gaze. “But, I know how you can make it up to me” he grinned demonically.

Before you knew what was happening Alastor had spun you around and was pressing you down onto the cold marble worktop, his crotch pressed against your buttocks and his powerful hands holding you down by your neck. “Al!” you squeaked in surprise. “Y’know that bit of blood has got me yearning for a little bit more” he growled leaning down over you, his lips against your ear. His lips brushed down to your neck before biting into the flesh gently, his crotch rubbing against you. His lips trailed back up next to your ear. Your face was now flushed hot with excitement. “Last night was wonderful, I think it’s time for round two” he whispered seductively. Your heart skipped a beat, “But what if someone comes in?” you questioned, amazed that you both hadn’t been interrupted already. “I’ll make sure no one will” he said before licking your ear slowly up and down. From the corner of your eye your saw green lock appear on the door. No one would be disturbing you.

Alastor slid his hands down to your black skirt and hoisted it up. “These tights will have to go” he said sternly ripping them off with his claws. You winced as he then spanked your bare arse cheek. “Do you like that Y/N?” You did like that, a lot. “Yes Alastor” you moaned.

“Good girl” he purred as he began sliding your thong down to your ankles. You could hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers and felt your body tighten with excitement. He bent back down to your ears “Ready my Doe?” he cooed. “God yes Alastor” you whimpered.

His clawed fingertips traced their way down your back towards your buttocks, he dug his claws into the soft flesh and thrust himself into you roughly, you yelped in pain but didn’t want him to stop. He grabbed you by your pony tail and pulled your neck up, his lips back on your neck giving hickies. He moaned deeply with each thrust into your soaking pussy. “You’re mine” he growled as his stood up tall thrusting harder. His cock was deep inside you, tickling you just were you wanted it. “I thought you were punishing me Al” you moaned. Alastor laughed “Its not my fault you like it you little slut. Now, come for me” his thrusts became faster and the feeling was sensational. He dug his claws into your hips drawing blood and you felt yourself coming hard at the mixed feeling of pleasure and pain “fuck!” you exclaimed before moaning uncontrollably. “That’s it my little Doe” Alastor panted. “My turn!” He thrusted roughly, you could feel your hips starting to bruise from being bashed against the counter. But you didn’t care, all you wanted was Alastor to get there. He leant into you and grabbed your neck before groaning loudly. His cock pulsing inside you as your pussy was filled with him.

He kissed the back of your head before standing up and swiftly dressing himself. He gently pulled your underwear up and let your skirt down. He picked up the tattered tights and laughed “looks like I owe you more clothes!” before making them disappear in a puff of smoke. You chuckled as you turned to face him. You could never get over that face, that smile... He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss. “I’ll see you at dinner my Deer. There may not be anything I’ll eat, but some Rye with friends is always a welcomed treat.”

“Sounds good to me” you panted, still trying to recover from what had just happened. Before Alastor reached the door he stopped and turned “I’ll send some of the girls in to help you finish dinner, you’ve just used up a lot of energy so I’m sure you could you some help.” He said with a wicked grin. With a snap of his fingers the lock was removed from the door and he left inconspicuously.

You braced yourself on the counter. “What just happened…? Fuck!” You laughed to yourself removing a hand from the cold counter to wipe the sweat from your forehead. “I’d better clean up this blood, it looks like Niffty’s tortured someone in here…”

All instalments:

#Hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel writing #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor fanfiction #alastor x female reader #alastor #alastor smut #fanfic #smut #niffty

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wh1msic4alwasab1 · 28 days

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬! 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬!....𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬...

synopsis: drunk bouncer gallagher starts getting a little too turnt at the club you’re in on penacony….

tags: food play, body shots, alcohol implications and heavy mentions, explicit, vulgar, suggestive, handjob, exhibitionism

wrd cnt: 730+

a/n: (click the title for a song) this song got me through this fic LMAO i hope the vibes matched because that’s what I was going for, but anyways enjoy!!!! ( art from choco_uncle on twt)!

You could feel the music thumbing under your feet, your skins and everyone else’s in the club endourned with various colors and shines of brilliance. A rather tall and muscular man stood at the door, his arms crossed over his chest. You couldn’t help but notice how different he was now that he got some drinks in his system, that hard ass almost didn’t let you and your friends in.

He had already downed a few shots and was feeling the effects, his head was spinning, and his inhibitions were lowered. It seemed like he was just letting anyone in now. But he couldn't help but notice you staring at him across the room, chatting with your friends and glancing toward him every now and then.

Gallagher's eyes followed yours as he walked his way over to the bar, ordering a round of shots for you and your friends.

As you clinked glasses and downed the liquor, you caught Gallagher's eye and gave him a flirty smile. It was all he needed. He quickly made his way over to her, his steps a little unsteady.  “Having a good time, dear?” he asked, leaning down and close to your ear so you could hear him over the loud music.  You nodded, her eyes sparkling. “Definitely. Want to join us for another round?”

He smirked at your invitation, signaling the bartender for another round of shots, on him.

He handed them out to you and your friends, keeping one for himself.

He watched with hungry eyes as you sucked salt off his thumb, took the shot, and then let him squeeze lime into your mouth from above.

“What a good girl” he praised, giving your ass a playful smack and chuckling as the people around you yelled and hyped you up.

His mind couldn't help but wonder how your lip would look around something else of his.

Taking a gulp of his own shot, Gallagher slammed the empty glass on the table and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him. “Up for some fun?”

The partygoers around you cheered and whistled, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

You’re not one to fall for peer pressure, but you definitely didn’t want to stop now.

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you couldn't resist the temptation of being so close to Gallagher, it felt so excitingly good. You nodded after the support of your friend group pushing you into him as he led you to a nearby couch and laid you down on it. His hands gripping your waist and legs to make you sit down.

Gallagher poured tequila on the little cup of your collarbone, sipping the booze and then licking up the spilled drops, finishing it with a wet kiss to your neck; causing shivers to run down your spine. He took the lime and placed it between your lips before taking it in his own mouth and sucking on it sensually, eyes locked into yours.

Everyone screamed around you, watching the both of you create enough tension for everyone to feel.

Next, he grabbed a shot glass filled with more liquid courage, and pushed you back down on the couch before placed the small glass between your breast in the deep v cut dress you wore, and leaned down to take the shot with his mouth, his tongue gliding all the way up from your sternum, to inbetween your breasts to pick up the salt, and up to your chin, making you throw your head back into the cushion with his hand holding a fistful of your hair, the other under you’re arching waist.

The sensation sent a jolt of desire through you, and you couldn't help but let out a playful moan. “You’re so tasty”, you hear against your ear.   The crowd around you two erupted in applause as Gallagher continued the body shots, trailing his mouth down your body, stopping at various erogenous zones along the way. What really sent you over was when he finished, pulling you into his lap and whispering, “You enjoy that?”, he asked with a smirk.

“Mmhm” You respond, grabbing a bottle of baileys and pouring it into his mouth. You could feel his hard cock under your ass, and he could definitely feel you grinding on it, hoping no one notices. But no one was really paying attention, it was barely noticeable, right? No one could see you making out with the bouncer and fisting his cock, right?

As the shots and alcohol flowed, your inhibitions disappeared, and your passion ignited.   With the loud music and the party atmosphere, it was easy for Gallagher and you to get lost in the moment. As the night went on, you continued to indulge in each other, your bodies moving in perfect sync on the dance floor, bumping against each other through the beat; feeling his now even harder brick against you as you grinded back into him, his arm snaked around your waist from behind.

It would definitely be much easier to get into the club now…

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#jo’s posts #hsr gallagher #gallagher smut #gallagher #gallagher hsr #hsr smut #hsr #honkai star rail smut #honkai #honkai star rail #honkai sr

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ellethespaceunicorn · 10 months

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Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind

Title: Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Fandom: Enola Holmes series

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Warnings: age gap(reader is about 20 in this, Sherlock is mid-30s), slight voyeurism, masturbation (male), handjob, unprotected p-in-v sex (wrap it up y’all), creampie

A/N: I’ve been throwing around this idea about Sherlock for quite some time. I hope you enjoy it. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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You’ve been friends with Enola for a short time, only since the beginning of the year. She’s led you on a few fun adventures, but more often than not, she’s led you on wild goose chases. She has helped you come out of your shell and you are grateful for that. On days that you weren’t exploring the countryside or causing a ruckus in the city, you would lounge around her large house.

Spending time with her in her large house had its benefits. One of which was 6’1 with a head of unruly curls. The famous Sherlock Holmes was your best friend’s big brother. He lived in the city but came to visit Enola every week.

You always made sure to be available on those days. If only for the chance to say hello to Sherlock. You wanted more but, truth be told, he made you a bit nervous.

You tried your best to keep calm when he would arrive, but Enola noticed your demeanor change every time. She teased you endlessly about your little crush and you would always bring up Tewkesbury. That would usually shut her up.

In truth, she did not care that you liked her brother, she just didn’t want you to waste your time. The man was not exactly sociable unless he found value in the opinions of others. One opinion he respected was that of his sister. You could sit and watch them talk for hours. She would get him to laugh with her jokes, and he would bring her to annoyance with his riddles.

You would interject a thought here and there and when Sherlock would give his attention to you, you froze. Something about the look in his eyes, it was more than attention. It was intense as if the two of you were the only ones in the world let alone the room.

More than once, Enola had cleared her throat loudly to get you and Sherlock’s attention back on her. But sometimes, she would just listen to you ramble on while Sherlock seemed enthralled in your thoughts. You mused about music and how interesting you thought his cases were. The more you spoke with him, the more comfortable you felt around him.

Sherlock would show up now and then with little trinkets from his cases. At first, it was just things for Enola, but soon he would start bringing you little gifts as well. He started small with a single flower or a tasty treat from his favorite bakery. But soon, his gifts grew oddly specific. He bought you a brooch you had mentioned seeing at a store in the city. He would learn pieces of music from a composer you talked about and play it for you, much to the chagrin of Enola who wasn’t a fan of the violin.

It was when he didn’t visit for two weeks that you started to realize you were developing feelings for the older detective. You’d come to enjoy his presence and not because of his gifts. You just enjoyed seeing his face light up when he saw you. You relished the power you felt when the normally unflappable and distant man would sit enthralled when you gave voice to your thoughts.

So, why did it stop so suddenly? Had you done something to offend him?

You wracked your brain and Enola’s brain for that matter. She gave you his address so you could go and talk to him and she could finally be free of your fretting.

You arrive at 221 Baker Street, your hands trembling as you knock on the main door. A sweet woman opens the door and introduces herself as Ms. Hudson. When you ask to speak to Sherlock, she sends you up the steps to 221B.

As you’re about to knock, a man opens the door and almost collides with you.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. May I help you, Miss?”

“Ehm, I’m here to see Mr. Holmes…but I can come back if that’s–” You are cut off when he speaks again.

“You wouldn’t happen to be friends with Enola, would you?” You nod, giving your name, “Of course, Sherlock mentioned you. I’m Dr. John Watson, and I have to be going but you are more than welcome to come in. Sherlock is just in his room down the hall.” He points around the corner from the door and walks past you before waving goodbye.

So, that’s how you end up in Sherlock’s apartment. It is eerily quiet and you think he might be asleep. That is until you hear soft moans coming from down the hall. Your first thought is it must have been the floorboards creaking under your feet.

What you hear next is the unmistakable sound of your name followed by a whimper. It sounded like Sherlock was calling to you, but how would he know you were here already? You walk down the hallway quietly and see that his bedroom door is slightly ajar.

Peeking in, you are blessed with a sight! Sherlock is laid out on his bed with his shirt and waistcoat open, his hairy chest on full display as it rises and falls quickly. His beautiful face constricted in pain one second, solemn and peaceful in the next. His curls are a sweaty mess on his forehead. One hand is fisting the sheets at his side and the other hand is wrapped around his thick veiny dick. You’re mesmerized watching him stroke himself until you hear him moan your name again.

In a moment of bravery, you step into the room. Your bosom heaves in your bodice as you breathe shallowly, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

His hand stops its ministrations and he looks to you as you walk towards him. He’s frozen on the spot and can only watch you as you climb atop the bed and lay next to him. You replace his hand with yours and continue to pump his dick. Your hand barely fits around him and you enjoy the feel of his soft uncut length in your hand.

His hands come up to caress your face and pull you down for a kiss. When his tongue begs for entry, you allow it in. Heatedly, you mold your mouth to his, letting your moans and whimpers be consumed by him. Breaking the kiss, he looks into your eyes and you can tell he is close.

You remove your hand from him and stand up from the bed. It is only when you remove your undergarments does Sherlock understand why you stopped. Climbing back on the bed, you settle yourself with your cunt dripping onto him.

“I want you to be certain that you–” You cut him off as you slink down, his velvety smoothness sliding inside your wet heat. You take a moment to get used to the sheer size of him. He stretches you almost painfully. Leaning down, you whisper into his ear.

“Do I seem certain, Mr. Holmes?”

Instead of an answer, Sherlock groans and twitches inside you. His hands travel under your skirt and rest on your hips. You take that as a sign and sit up. With your hands on his chest, you begin to ride him slowly, agonizingly to the point where his hands start to guide you to a quicker pace.

Using you like a ragdoll, he flips you so he is atop you while you are on your back. He slams into you repeatedly and you are no longer in control. He savors the sounds coming from you as he fucks into you. He urges you on as he kisses and licks and nips at your neck, careful not to leave any marks.

Pulling out, he moves you to your hands and knees before inserting himself again. The angle allows him to go deeper and you thank the Gods for it. As he holds onto you, he hammers into you. The filthy utterances that come from his mouth only serve to solidify the notion that he missed you too.

“I knew you would feel like Heaven, my sweet angel…”

“This pretty pussy belongs to me now…”

“You would look so perfect with my cum dripping out of you…”

“I could fuck you all day and night and still never get enough of you…”

“Be my good angel and come all over my cock,” He reaches down and rubs your clit between two fingers as he plows into you. You never stood a chance, your walls quivering around him within moments, “That’s my good girl. So good…for me. Fuck, so close!”

“Sherlock, please! Need you to fill me with all you have to give!” You surprise yourself and your lover with those words.

Sherlock’s answering grunts as he makes mincemeat of your pussy are music to your ears. His punishing thrusts falter and he pulls you flush to him. He’s deep enough to kiss your cervix with the tip of his dick. You feel him swell inside you and it’s enough to make you climax again, milking him through his release.

And the noises he makes when he comes are more intricate than the 24 Caprices. You’re sure that Sherlock would disagree but you don’t even care. You revel in the melody of his moans and surrender to its hold on you.

Sherlock’s hands roam over your back, your hips, your ass, and your thighs. As if he can’t get enough of you. He doesn’t pull out until you wiggle your hips, a sign that your legs are tired. Extricating himself from your sensitive folds allows his spend to escape. He catches what slips free and pushes it all back in before helping you lay down on your front.

He lays down next to you, pulling you close to him with one arm while the other rests behind his head. He looks so peaceful as he closes his eyes and hums. The feminine urge for pillow talk is high, but so is the need to just bask in this moment.

You’re in the arms of the man you care for, who also adores you. You rest your cheek on his shoulder and tangle your fingers in his chest hair. You breathe in his smell, his pheromones are surely on high alert from your activity. When he rests his head against yours, you feel at peace.

You do plan on talking to Sherlock later about everything. But, for now, you can take pleasure in the simplicity of the harmonization of your heartbeats.

A/N: The title of this fic is taken from The Neighborhood’s Sweater Weather. There is an amazing violin version of this song by Joel Sunny. And anything violin makes me think of Sherlock.

A/N: Also, I know Ms. Hudson wasn't featured in Enola Holmes, but I love her as a character and I wanted to use her.

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jazzyblusnowflake · 4 months

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Love really bites

[a small vuzi snippet uwu yall liked the oil exchange with nuzi so you get this too >:3 ]

V and Uzi were sitting criss-cross in front of each other, feeling awkward but still looking determined- they wanted to try exchanging oil for V, since Uzi already did it often with N; but while they lean in slowly, V takes a peak and sees Uzi with visor eyes shut and looking stressed, her bottom jaw clattering softly for a moment as her body shakes lightly- V feels a slight pang of guilt and and scoffs "ugh" pushing Uzi back slightly "look I'm not doing this when you're so obviously terrified-"

"wh- i am NOT-!" she crossed her arms, looking away, a slight blush visible on her visor- "besides- don't you LIKE teasing and scaring me-

V rolls her eyes- also crossing her arms "uh- yeeeah. I like playing with my FOOD- not-!…..not you….." both of them pause momentarily at this small confession- "…. you're… more than that… I guess…" Uzi softly peaks at V as the other turns away blushing severely.

V suddenly shook her head "UGH never mind-!! this was stupid anyway-! ill just go find real food-"

"H-Hey wAIT!" before she knew what she was doing, Uzi had jumped and grabbed Vs arm as the taller drone stood up- so now they are both standing and staring at one another and Uzis hold on Vs arm with lots of blushing lines. Uzi looks away slightly "I uh…. we can try again if... if you want?…"

V's optics hallowed and she felt heat rising in her core- the fuck are these feelings ugh- no wonder Uzi hates that she's been programmed with them- "o-okay fine- since you insist- lets just get this over with then-"

Uzi lines their bodies so that they'd be standing and pressing against each other slightly and they both tried leaning in again slowly with closed eyes-

-when suddenly Uzi yelps as she is hoisted up on Vs arms "V! what the hell-!?"

V smirks up at her "sorry shorty, if I wanna get that oil I need gravity to slide it down your throat into mine-" she licks her fangs momentarily as her 5 real eyes pulsed slightly brighter with sparks which made Uzi blush even more- feeling slightly turned on at the display- she felt like V was gonna eat her alive and somehow she was fine with that-..............shOO BE GONE THOUGHTS-

Uzi shook her head "F- fine! ugh bite me-"

"be careful what you wish for~"

Uzi grumbles as V smirks wildly at her but instead of retorting with a snarky answer she lightly holds Vs cheeks and leans in again, her eyes fluttering closed as Vs smirk fades into a nervous frown and she swallows nervously as her hold tightens a little on the other drones back-

it starts with a peck and then they press their lips against each other more firmly, tilting their heads ever so slightly- and both of their frowns disappeared softly as they got more comfortable. Uzi's hands and fingers move from V's face and neck to threading and curling around in her hair and V purrs lightly at the small tugs.

slowly V pries open Uzis mouth a bit more with her tongue as she laps at the oil shared with her from against Uzis tongue and lips, making some run away drops slide past their mouths towards their chins.

V was surprised at how much more calming and energizing this felt; not particularly her style of work but…. she thinks that she could definitely get used to this… maybe... but then Uzi momentarily makes a small surprised sound that made V grip on her a little tighter subconsciously. Uzi presses slightly back against V's tongue with her own and her soft mewls fueled V in other ways-

Fuck her noises were almost as tasty as her oil, V thought momentarily before she caught herself-

They both part with a small gasp, swallowing whatever was left in their mouths and V had a few seconds to admire Uzi's light headed state from losing her oil before she blinked, slightly shaking herself out of it, blushing-

she put Uzi down a bit faster than intended but made sure she doesn't fall over- looking away and blushing, with Uzi doing the same- panting a little to get some chill air to her rapidly heating circuitry.

V thinks of what to say really cuz that was... certainly an experience she had.... "Uh yeah soo- thanks or whatever- that was.. definitely pretty boring to be honest, I can see why you'd like to do it all day with doodle boy over there-" she crosses her arms again looking away as she coughs lightly in her fist- blush lines being repressed but still visible-

Uzi blushes at the comment of her and N exchanging Oil- though she was hoping V didn't notice when they had parted Uzi was zoomed in on V's fangs and almost wanted her to ACTUALLY bite her like dear robo christ on a jet fueled scooter-

she ends up looking away too at V's words, blush painfully obvious "you're WELCOME for not letting you starve or whatever-! not like i care or anything hmph-"

they both stay like that looking away for a while… when Uzi notices V's tail wagging slightly behind her... oh.

"….b-but if you wanted any more… well uhh- you know where to find me I guess... ykNOW-! CUZ- it'd be a drag if we had to constantly deal with you over heating and stuff- y-yeah- that-!" she explains with a slight panic and waving her hands around

V looked at her with hollowed eyes and blushes as her tail twisted around her leg to keep it from wagging more- "um.. y-yeah totally sure- whatever- doubt ill NEED it tho- she slightly looks away, her finger playing with a strand of her own hair-

suddenly there was a sound of a loud clang and they both look at N jumping in the pod giddily with a loud "im baaack-!"

they both turn towards him looking gobsmacked with blushes and N had a moment of pausing and looking at Vs slightly ruffled hair and the two of them wiping the oil dripping from their mouth and chins-

N's expression turned into a deadpan one- "I leave for like…. 5 MINUTES… and you guys are making out without me??? >:( "

#murder drones #vuzi #violetviolence #implied nuzi?#nuzi #biscuitbites #violentbitingbiscuits #envuzi #nuvi #n x uzi x v #serial designation n #serial designation v #uzi doorman #these ship names are gonna kill me man smh #snowballflo #N wants kisses too #keebokun gets early access to my work sorry XD

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echobx · 23 days

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soulmates 6 - jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: JJ is making sure that you will never forget your first time, while granting you a rather embarrassing morning after

warnings: smut, fluff, making out smut warnings: oral (fem receiving), p in v, (severe) overstimulation, pussy drunk!JJ, handjob, light praise kink

word count: 2.6k

author's note: i had the waking up scene stuck in my head as if it was from a movie but getting there was tougher than I had anticipated, but I hope you still like it

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

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A squeal left your throat as JJ picked you up and carried you out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. Closing the door with his foot before laying you down on the bed, your wet hair was sticking to your cheeks as much as your orgasm to the inside of your thighs. You couldn't help but gaze at his throbbing erection as he knelt before you. His eyes were fixed on your cunt, clit pulsating, and he wanted nothing more than to suck you dry, no matter how much it would hurt you the next day. ‘If you don't start, I'm gonna,’ you teased him and leaned up to pull him towards you. Hand grasping his hair as you kissed him, filling his mouth with your tongue in a delicate dance of lust and love. ‘You look so tasty, baby,’ he simpered while kissing himself down your body; nibbling on your hard nipples and biting your hip just enough to make you gasp each time. ‘Be a good girl and hold onto me,’ he smirked up at you, and you nodded before gripping his hair a bit harder and tugging on it even stronger than before as he started sucking on your clit.

His hands were kneading your thighs, his tongue was thrusting into you and his nose brushed over the small bundle of nerves like it was meant to be. It didn't take long for you to finish for the third time that night, pushing his face deeper into you while your free hand gripped into the sheets. ‘Taste so good, princess, never wanna taste anything else anymore,’ he mused as your back arched towards him, legs trembling even more than before, and you threatened to close them around his head as he pushed you through your third and to your fourth orgasm. You were sure that you couldn't take it anymore, but JJ assured you that you could so you let him keep going. The vibrations his moans cast on your clit were unbearable, and it was even worse when his fingers pushed inside you again, his tongue occupied with your overstimulated clit. “Too much,” you cried out, but yet again pressed his face into your cunt until you came a fifth time.

JJ sat back up and looked down at you; cheeks and chest flushed, mouth agape and panting, pussy dripping with your many releases, and he couldn't help but beg to actually fuck you right then and there. ‘Slow, please,’ you requested and knew he wouldn't deny you. To both of your luck your mother had insisted that you go on birth control the moment you had gotten together with Kelce. “Guess he was good for one thing,” JJ chuckled while pulling you up to sit. “Just one thing, yes,” you assured him with a nod before kissing him and following his guidance to straddle his lap. ‘Might hurt less like this, your pace, princess,’ he told you, and you nodded into a second kiss.

Your head was leaning against his as you looked down at his erection that rested in between the two of you. You were unsure what to do, so you started by gently grasping him and pumping him a single time, spreading his precum all over his impressive length, while JJ moaned and threw his head back. His reaction to the simple movement gave you way more confidence than you would've ever thought, and you decided to keep going, jerking him off until he erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot out onto the two of you as he moaned. It took him a moment to gather himself and look back at you.

“Now I have to fuck you even better, baby,” he breathed heavily before kissing you, putting his hands on your hips and raising you up just to pull you flush to his chest. Your hand was still around his throbbing cock, rock hard just moments after you made him cum, which surprised him a bit but in the best way he ever imagined. ‘What do I do if it hurts?’ you asked while running his tip over your slit, collecting as much of your slick as possible. ‘Just stay still until you feel like you can move, and if it hurts too much, we stop,’ JJ assured you while brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You held him to your entrance, slowly letting yourself down while gazing into JJ's electrifying blue eyes, his pupils so wide that it was hard to make out much of the blue that you loved so much. The feeling of him inside you overwhelmed you so much that you had to close your eyes while your cunt adjusted to his size. JJ left soft kisses on your neck and collar bone, stroking his rough hands over your back and telling you how much he loved you. “What do I do now?” you asked, a bit unsure over the technicalities of the situation. “I'll help you, just keep on breathing, just like that,” he whispered before kissing you and taking hold of your hips. JJ lifted your hips just enough for you to feel his cock shave against your tight walls, and then he let you down again while also thrusting upwards to hit even deeper than he already was. After a few slow tries you managed to hold up a steady pace without much of his help. You could've fucked him slow like that for hours on end, but you knew he wanted more.

“You should fuck me now,” you hushed against his lips and he turned the two of you around in an instant. Pounding into you faster and harder than you had expected him to, and although it was still a bit uncomfortable, you welcomed the feeling. You felt your orgasm closing in on you, your lip trembling as you moaned loudly. “More, please!” The words spilled from your throat, and he started rubbing your clit until you clenched around him. Your legs were hooked around his back, pushing him into you even deeper, while his hands were intertwined with yours, pressing you into the mattress as he filled you up with his cum.

But instead of pulling out he kept going, thrusting into you even harder as the sound of your pelvises crashing into another, and the wet noises that came from your cunt filled the room just as much as your moans and grunts and mewls did. ‘You sound so good, princess. Such a pretty pussy. Taking all of my cum like a good girl,’ he thought while kissing you, and you couldn't help but cum a seventh time. Your mind was completely blank, fireworks in your guts as he fucked you through it. You hadn't even realized how tired your body felt until then, you felt like you lost control over it, but JJ didn't even think about stopping anytime soon. “You're so perfect, so tight, so fucking hot, princess,” he panted before kissing your neck, sucking on the soft skin until you moaned and licking over the small bruises that he had marked you with. ‘Too much,’ you thought, and he let his forehead fall to yours. “I know you have a few more in you, baby.” He was practically begging for you to not make him stop yet. “Just one, please,” you hushed. Your lips were dry, and you wouldn't even have noticed the tears that ran from your eyes if he hadn't wiped them away with his thumbs. “My pretty girl,” he whispered and kissed you gently, savoring the moment all while his hips still crashed into you, bringing you to another orgasm. You heard yourself whimper but didn't know where it came from. “No more,” you cried, but he kept going. “Just one more, I know you can give me one more, love,” JJ begged, and you gripped the sheets, nodding just slightly. His thrusts grew sloppier as he went on, his fingers circling your clit yet again until you squeezed him so hard that he had no choice but to follow you into your orgasm. Halting himself steady inside you for a moment as his cum shot into you just to pump it deeper into your core with two more thrusts, before he collapsed on top of you.

‘So fucking perfect,’ he thought as the two of you panted. It took a few more minutes for him to collect himself and pull out of you, but instead of getting up and cleaning himself up he started kissing you all over. Leaving love marks all over you, especially your lower belly and in between your thighs, before licking the mix of your juices from your sensitive cunt. “J?” you asked gently, and he picked up his head to look at you. “Princess?” “I'm so tired,” you sighed, and he got up, leaving for the bathroom just to return with a wet cloth. “Have to clean you up first,” he said and winked at you as you looked at him confused. Gently he brushed the washcloth over your skin as you drifted into a deep sleep.

You woke up to an empty bed, still tired but less so than you would've expected. Sunlight streaming through the half-closed blinds lit the room in a gloomy soft orange, your body ached from all the things he had done to you the night before. You sat up, pulling your legs closer to your chest and running your hand over your neck, hissing at the pain that erupted in you when your fingers grazed over the many bruises. Your lips and throat had gone dry and your stomach was achingly empty when you moved to stand up. The way your figure was reflected in the small mirror on the wall, drew you in. Your hair disheveled, his shirt hanging loose over your body and when you lifted it you found more and more marks all over you.

Rubbing your eyes you walked out of the room and towards the kitchen, not even noticing the five pairs of eyes that followed you from the moment you had stepped into their eyesight. They stayed quiet, not even moving a muscle until your cup was filled with coffee, and you startled yourself as you turned back around and your eyes fell on them. “Jesus!” you hissed and JJ had to chuckle, but he still didn't get up. Instead, he moved his chair back and looked at you with a smirk on his lips. You scurried over to him, putting your cup down on the table and sitting down in his lap. Your head was almost immediately falling against his as your body tried to fall back asleep. “Slept well?” John B asked and Sarah hit him against the shoulder. You didn't answer, well aware that the two of them had bore audible witness to how little you had actually gotten to sleep that night.

‘Good morning, princess,’ JJ smiled at you, trying his best to not let his hands dip into the same spots as the night before. “Tired,” you mumbled with your eyes closed. “What did you do to her?” Pope whispered and JJ just chuckled. ‘Hell, what didn't I do, baby,’ he thought while handing you your cup. ‘Can’t tell him,’ you mumbled while taking a sip. “S’not PG13.” “I think she's got it flip-flopped,” Sarah giggled. “Happens to the best of us,” JJ replied quietly and put your cup back down. “She needs some food,” Cleo noted, and you could hear a plate being pushed over the table. “Would you like a croissant, pretty girl?” JJ asked and you had to giggle. “Croissant, not Cross’nt.” “Okay, Mrs. Smarty Pants,” he teased you. “I mean, if you're not gonna take it, then I'm gonna.” ‘Both know that I'm way better at taking it than you,’ you thought to yourself, but when you heard one of the others snort you ripped your eyes open, only then realizing that you hadn't just thought it, but actually said it out loud. Your mind wasn't in order and it was all his fault.

With the croissant in your hand and the coffee in the other, you ran into the bedroom, trying to hide until everyone would've forgotten about how much you had just embarrassed yourself. ‘I know I'm at fault, but that was funny, you gotta admit,’ JJ chuckled. ‘You’re being mean to me,’ you replied while sitting on the floor as you tried to ground yourself. ‘Mean would be what I did last night. Even meaner would be doing it again, although you hadn't even had time to recover. I hope it doesn't hurt too much, I don't have a good tell on the pain scale when it comes to it,” he said just as you finished your coffee. ‘I’m bruised up,’ you replied and let yourself fall down completely, your head landing on some dirty clothes of his. ‘You should clean up your room.’ ‘I hate cleaning, and I'm sorry for the bruises, I just couldn't help myself. You don't even understand how hot you are,’ he started to ramble. ‘I mean, you know because I know, but it's so amazing. Fuck, you're so hot, baby. So fucking hot.’

‘Do we have more croissants?’ you asked after your belly had protested a second time that morning. ‘You have to come back out for that,’ he chuckled. ‘Why can't you just bring me one, pretty please, I'm so very sore,’ you pouted, knowing well enough that he would never be able to say no to you in a moment like this. ‘Say it again, and I'll do it,’ he murmured, and you could hear them laughing through the closed door. 'Extremely sore, JJ, I can barely walk,’ you whimpered lightly, feeling his heart starting to beat faster and a moment later he was standing over you, a plate in his hand and grinning down at you.

“On the floor? Really?” he asked and squatted down by your side. “It's grounding. Helps, actually.” You smiled at him and wanted to take the plate, but he held it up high. “Helps with what?” he demanded to know. “I feel different, like I'm more or less, not sure. Just different, but in a nice way,” you explained, and he handed the plate to you. “You liked it though, right?” he asked as if the answer wasn't clear to the both of you. ‘Of course I liked it, felt like falling and flying and floating- Does that make any sense?’ you wondered as you started eating. “Was a bit excessive for the first time round, sorry about that,” he mumbled, and you looked back up at him, tilting your head to the side as you swallowed down a bite. “I don't mind it, but maybe just not do it every single time.” You shrugged your shoulders just barely before going back to eating. “I'll try to remember.” JJ smiled at you so very charmingly that you could feel the butterflies in your stomach.

He leaned in and kissed you just as you had swallowed the last bite of the buttery pastry. ‘I’m the luckiest guy on this fucking planet,’ he thought while grasping your hair tightly, pulling you deeper into his kiss. But all it did was make you wonder where he learned to kiss like that, because every time his lips connected with yours it felt like the best kiss of your life. “I might've kissed a few people before,” he whispered, a smile playing on his lips as you pecked them again. “What are we doing today?” you asked and brushed your nose against his. JJ pulled away and smiled widely, the sparkle in his eyes was making you completely giddy. “Have you ever gone fishing?”

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(I don't really have anything more planned,but I could be convinced to keep working on this)

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yandere-sins · 10 months

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The Orcas’ Tale - Chapter V

Gosh... we're almost at the end. Can you guys do it? Or will I get you with these choices? >:3 One of them actually leads to my personal favorite bad end, so I am lowkey hoping for that, but I am excited to see what you guys will choose ♥

Fandom: Original Content Pairings: Yandere!Orca Mermen x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Monsters, Self-harm on the outer side of the forearm to help, Blood mention, Gun mention, Dub-con touches/kisses, Wound healing through licking, Animalistic behavior, Mention of claws/sharp teeth, Hinting at death, Long post

"Think!" you hissed to yourself, looking around you in panic, trying to come up with something to help Nerrocan.

Time was mercilessly passing you by, not allowing you even a moment to try something you weren't sure of. If you didn't believe that it could work, you couldn't risk your or Nerrocan's life with it. There was nothing for you to use on this small, deserted island, and you wouldn't be able to dive into the ocean and try to find something there, risking your life in more than one way. The situation was despairing, frustration shaking through you as you fumbled, trying to do at least something.

But there was nothing. Just the island, the ocean, the moonlight. Sand, stars, stones…

Stones!

Falling over your own two feet, you never felt more like a useless human than in that moment, but you pushed these embarrassing thoughts away as you sifted your hands through the sand, trying to find the stone you clutched onto before. It was the most basic fact and overrated stereotype—sharks can smell blood and will react to it. Even if you only managed to distract them briefly, maybe Nerrocan would have a window to take them down.

No one but these creatures themselves would be able to tell you if your assumption was correct. This plan had no guarantee, but your gut told you it was the best thing you could do. Finally feeling the cold surface of the stone, you grabbed it and sprang up. Stumbling over to the opposite side of the island from where they were fighting, you rolled up your sleeve as far as you could and placed the stone on the outer side of your forearm. Inhaling deeply, you breathed out before dragging the sharp side of the rock down from your hand to your elbow. You had no idea how much blood you'd need to distract them when the mermen were caught in a bloody fight, and you bit your lips so hard you tasted the iron as the pain flooded your nerves, alarming you about the wound being etched into your body.

This was not supposed to be easy, but you groaned as you discarded the bloody stone, readying yourself for the beastly sting of saltwater in an open wound. Your head was already dizzy, and you found it hard to breathe, but muffling your scream, you plunged your arm into the ocean, keeping it there no matter how much the water burned. Tears shot in your eyes, but you repeated your goal over and over in your mind—survive.

Survive, survive, survive.

A cold hand wrapping around your wrist tore you from your mantra, a terrified squeal ripping from your throat as the unfamiliar face of one of the grey mermen emerged from the water, tightly holding on to your arm. Something about him seemed juvenile. Maybe it was the overly confident, cocky grin or the fact that he was so much smaller than what you were used to from these creatures by now. Smaller than even Lyr or the other shark merman that attacked you before.

But bigger than you either way.

"Couldn't wait for us to finish with the orca, huh?" he chuckled, a grin full of sharp rows of teeth stretching from ear to ear. "We'd have come for you soon, tasty human. But it seems you had other plans."

"N-No," you stammered, pushing your free hand down your arm and intending to pry his off. Behind you, the splashing never stilled, meaning Nerrocan had no idea what was happening on your side. He wouldn't come to save you this time, too busy fighting for his own survival. Your plan had worked a little too well, it seemed. And now you were all on your own.

"Get off me!" you screamed at the merman, shaking your arm and scratching him as hard as you could. He merely chuckled, only pulling you closer.

"Why would I? I never let my catch get away. I wonder where I should start… I heard that those special things you use to stand are especially delicious~"

Licking his lips, you felt panic overtake you as you tried to tear your arm from his grip. Blood was dripping from your wound over his fingers, and the merman leaned down, basking in your horror as he licked it up.

"Fucking delicious, humans are the best," he moaned ecstatically, moving his tongue up higher, directly to your arm for a better taste. Pulling back his lips, he revealed all those terrifying sharp teeth you feared, ready to chomp down, and you tried to stumble away, the sand giving way and making you fall on your ass. All you could do was look up at the merman, knowing what was going to happen, and there was nothing you could do.

He was about to sink his teeth into you when his pupils widened, an expression of shock washing over him. Without letting go of you, he looked over his shoulder, only to suddenly jerk away, hands flailing to grab you, trying to find hold on the island. You screamed in surprise but pulled your legs out of his reach in time, yanking your arm in the opposite direction as he was dragged back, his body disappearing into the depths. Breathing heavily, you jerked around, seeing only the calm ocean behind you. It was quiet.

Snapping your head back forward, the water had calmed on this side as well. You feared approaching it, feared to learn who might be lurking below if it wasn't Nerrocan. But scooting over on your butt, you dipped your foot into the water, only for you to notice the murkiness of it. "Blood…" you whispered, knowing the difference in looks from your studies. Even in the pure moonlight, the ocean's depth could not fool you. The water was turning red. It must have been a lot of blood.

But nothing happened.

It was mere seconds that passed, but it felt like an eternity of anxiety rushing through you. As if you had to relive all the fear and panic from the moment you found yourself stuck on the boat out on the ocean alone until now, in just these few seconds. You were alone again. Hopeless. Who could ever find you out here? So far away from the last place you had been seen, days later? Maybe they had already ceased their efforts to find you, and without Nerrocan to take you back to land, you were truly doomed this time. You didn't think Krill or Lyr would come for you, either. No one. This time, you'd not be granted a magical encounter to survive.

"Nerro…" you whimpered, the panic forcing it out louder as you tried again. "Nerrocan!"

Calling out his name did nothing to free you of this fear. Of the knowledge of your possible demise. Ultimately, the thing that would kill you was what all the orcas had complained about for so long: your humanness.

"Please… Please!" you sobbed, crawling over to the water's edge, the pain in your arm forgotten now that everything started to hurt. Desperation was raking its claws through you, tears spilling from your eyes as you stared down into the water, unable to see anything. See him. "Don't leave me," you cried, your vision growing blurry while your chest tightened, making it hard to breathe.

"You promised!"

"I promised."

Hearing the tired but familiar and soothing rumble of Nerrocan's voice was like an angel choir singing down at you from above. He rose from the water as you couldn't contain your emotions, breaking out into more ugly sobs. Nerrocan wrapped an arm around your waist as you reached out your hands—clinging to his neck like the monkey you were—and not saying anything as he lifted you against his chest, pulling you up on the island with him. Not even his tail was left inside the water as he collapsed on the beach with you, holding you tightly against him.

"You're wounded," you hiccuped into his chest, and he let out an exhausted sigh.

"Give it some time. It'll heal."

Nodding into his skin, you didn't dare question him. You'd not be surprised if the mermaids had some kind of inhuman wound healing as well, and after all he did for you, who were you to disagree? Instead, more hot tears dripped from your eyes, Nerrocan's hand spreading over your back as he stroked his thumb up and down your spine.

"It's okay, you're safe," he murmured, sounding like he was about to fall asleep. "I'm here."

Wrapping his other arm around your body as well, he turned both of you to the side, curling his tail upwards and around your back, shielding you even when you were out of the water. You ignored the tightness of his embrace, his strong, scratched and bitten arms holding on to you as if he felt the same desperation as you did. Crying out all of the anxiety and fear you had kept inside you, your body shook against him; you only noticed long after he fell asleep that his breathing calmed down, chest heaving only ever so slightly. The adrenaline that had pumped through your body had also worn you down, but you couldn't close your eyes, even when your vision was too blurry to see. Nerrocan needed this. He needed some rest. As long as you two could, at least. You were going to give him that. He fought for your damn lives and returned to you, protecting you even now.

Sitting up, it was a struggle to get out of his embrace, Nerrocan's expression tensing when you moved away from him. You left his arms hanging around your hips as you against him, staring out onto the ocean, deciding to watch for more attackers while he rested. And Nerrocan adjusted his hold, curling his head forward until his face was buried in your side. You let him. Anything that would make him feel safe enough to rest. This time you'd protect him while he slept, even if you felt like passing out from all the stress you went through.

The ocean was magnificent at night. Even with all the horror you experienced, it simply washed all the blood and violence away with a wave, moving on from it. You had no idea how you would ever move on from any of this. No amount of therapy would help to get over what happened to you, and you'd be forced to live with the knowledge of this journey for the rest of your life, unable to share it with anyone. No one would believe you. And suppose you ever managed to get out on the water again and overcome the traumatic experience. In that case, you'd never look at it the same, knowing what actually awaited you in the depths. Creatures that wanted to kill you.

All except Nerrocan, it seemed.

Slipping your legs from under you, you curled into his arm, admiring his beautiful face. You scowled at the cut on his lip, furrowing your brows as you noticed it had already stopped bleeding and developed a scab. Leaning forward slightly, you observed intently as you realized you could watch it heal, the wound closing right before your eyes, turning into a small, light-colored scar. Amazed, you reached out, carefully tracing your fingertip over it, wondering how useful this could be for humanity if you could extract the healing properties from the mermaids.

But… what would that mean for them?

It was a moral dilemma to think about the harsh treatments these creatures would undergo to be harvested for properties that might benefit humanity. How cruel it would be to catch and exploit them, even if it would be an amazing progress in medicine.

But all these thoughts were forgotten as Nerrocan's eyes fluttered open, finding your hand on his lips, conveniently allowing him to nuzzle his face into your palm. "How are you feeling?" you giggled as he rubbed his face all over your hand and blew air into it playfully.

"I'm good. A little stiff."

Uncurling his tail after his power nap, Nerrocan let it swing back into the water, immediately relieving tension. But instead of dunking his whole body into the soothing wet, he instead situated you close to him with a little space between you two as he rolled over, belly first into the sand, stretching that enormous body of his. His tail fin splashed in the water, and some of it landed on you, the mood turning relaxed and leisurely all of a sudden, making you laugh as you rubbed the water from your face.

"Want me to massage you?" you joked, placing your way too small hands on his back and pressing down with all the weight of your body. To your surprise, Nerrocan groaned, breathing in deeply as you worked all your strength into his muscles. Who knew he'd enjoy massages? But with Nerrocan twisting his upper body towards you so you could reach every part of him, it truly seemed to be to his liking.

However, with all the water splashing from his tail on top of him, it wasn't long until your palm accidentally slipped, the wound you had almost forgotten about grating against his body. You let out a pained hiss, pulling that limb against your chest as you tried to counter the sudden burn with deep breaths, but Nerrocan was up the second the sound left your mouth, reaching for your shoulders as you had hunched over.

"What's wrong?!"

He sounded panicked, very different from how you usually knew him. You put on a brave smile, shaking your head. "It's alright! Just a little scratch, that's all!"

"A… scratch?"

Suddenly, his voice changed from surprised to a growl, and you looked up to see only darkness coating his face. It was the same expression he had when he fought the other merman. The moment you unfurled, he slipped his hand down to the arm you were holding, prying it from you. Your wound was crusted from the salt, but the blood had stopped. It probably was never very deep to begin with, but it felt hot and agitated.

"Did they do it?" Nerrocan asked, a threat not directed at you swinging from his growl.

"N-No," you quickly replied, suddenly feeling all the tension ticking in his muscles also spreading to you. "I did. I wanted to help you. I thought I could distract them…"

Nerrocan's arms wrapped around you faster than you could register them. He pulled you up on top of him as he sat on the island, and you stared at him wide-eyed in surprise.

"Never," he hissed sternly. "Never do that again. For no one. I don't allow you to hurt yourself again, do you understand?"

"Y-Yes?" you replied, and he huffed out air before his eyes dropped back to your arm. Unwrapping one of his limbs from you, he gently picked up your hand in his, positioning you to lift the arm into the air and in front of his face. Completely unbothered by the salt, sweat, tears, blood, and sand, his tongue slipped out as his lips partially enveloped your wound, licking at it like an animal would to groom another.

"Nerrocan!" you gasped, trying to pull your arm away, but he only needed to close his fingers around yours to keep it in place.

"Let me…" he mumbled, kissing the spot he licked a few more times before moving on to the next one. "Let me take care of you."

Something about the way he said it made your cheeks heat up. Or maybe it was the kissing and licking, the gentle way he held you, or the fact he had saved you and was trying to help you in the best way he knew how. The way he seemed so devoted to a mere human annoyance like you, weak and only knowing how to hurt yourself to help him. But there was something strange about the way Nerrocan's care made you feel. Maybe it was the animal in him, or perhaps the way he purred gently, keeping you close to his chest so you'd feel it, too, soothing your whirlwind of emotions and making you lean into his embrace with no questions.

"We can't stay here," Nerrocan mumbled as he lowered your arm to your lap. "We have to keep moving."

"Do we?" you sighed, suddenly overcome with all the exhaustion. As if his purr had tickled out your need to rest. "Can't we stay a little bit longer on land? I'm so tired…"

As if to emphasize your point, you yawned, ready to be dragged to your land of dreams. Nerrocan's purr intensified as he lifted his hand to brush over your head, gently caressing you as he scooped you up in his arms. "That's okay, sweet human. You can rest while we move. I'll hold you; make sure you stay afloat, I promise. But we can't stay. Others could notice the carnage and come for us again. You understand that, right?"

Heaving a long sigh, you nodded, resting your heavy head on Nerrocan's chest as he slipped into the water again, belly up and holding you in his arms. The water wasn't cold as long in his embrace, and you felt his lips press against your head, making you feel even calmer despite being enveloped by the ocean on all sides. There was no more pain in you anywhere, the water peaceful as Nerrocan drifted through it. No matter how inconvenient this position was for him, he made sure to bring you far away from this dreadful place and the danger lurking there before you'd wake up.

After that fiasco, you had little to no breaks on the rest of your journey.

Nerrocan never rested, swimming day and night, only letting you out of his grasp when he needed to feed you or you needed to relieve yourself. By the time you woke up after the night's horror, the wound on your arm was gone completely. You didn't even have a scar left where it once was to remind you. Once again, Nerrocan had taken care of you, making you realize how lucky you were that he was there with you.

Still, traveling through the water almost constantly was quite the challenge as you had expected. More than once, you had gotten seasick on his back, and even though you tried to hide your tears of exhaustion, you knew Nerrocan noticed, making you feel even more guilty. The only good thing was that, now that he was also swimming through the night, two days of travel was cut short into one and a half, and you were thankful for every minute you saved.

"Holy shit," you mumbled, gazing at the dark grey structure rising into the cliffside of a mountain. Part of you was overjoyed, seeing some actual land and human architecture after what felt like weeks away. But at the same time, you couldn't help but hesitate.

"Are you sure you want to come with me?" you asked Nerrocan, probably for the third time since you began this journey. "I don't… What if… You might be in danger if…"

Your stuttering anxiety didn't do much to persuade Nerrocan. "It's fine," he assured you, like all the times before. "I promised I'd get you there."

His amber eyes swayed over to you, his tense expression not lost on you. This is where they were tracked long ago, a place they fled from. If not for you, he would have never returned here, risked his life, and now his freedom. If anyone saw him, who knew what they'd try to do to him.

"Nerrocan?" you asked, sinking to your knees on the small stone ledge he had sat you on. Reaching out, you touched his arm, Nerrocan turning all of his body towards you, fixing you with his eyes. "Thank you," you whispered, tears shooting back to your eyes. You always hoped to return 'home,' but the possibility had been so small at every moment of this journey. And still, he defied it all to get you to where you wanted. There were no words to describe your thankfulness to him, so you merely leaned down, bumping your forehead against his, Nerrocan pushing himself higher so you two could rub your faces against each other. It was his way of showing your feelings, and you hoped they'd translate well to him.

There were mere inches between you two, your lips barely separated by a breath when you thought about if this would be inappropriate. But the moment you retreated from him, Nerrocan was there to catch the kiss, having gotten so much better at it after doing it so many times with you for underwater travel. You didn't feel like you were kissing a lover as much as a really good friend. A friend who you didn't know how to thank in a way he'd understand other than allowing this. But the kiss was fierce, breathtaking, hungry. Nerrocan nibbled on your lips, asking for entry, hot breaths mixing as he pushed himself up and further into you, his tongue rubbing over your blunt teeth before mingling with yours eagerly. Just as the kiss was getting way out of hand for mere friends, he jerked away, eyelids fluttering as he gathered his composure.

"Let's go," he rasped as he tore from the kiss, and you nodded, waiting for him to hold out his hands for you to sink into, knowing he'd carry you to safety now. You were breathing heavily, but you dove into his waiting embrace, back into the ocean that you had come to love and fear more over the last few days. There was no more time to lose to get you back on land, and you couldn't wait to get some proper food and drinks into you, and a good full-night sleep in a bed.

It was quiet, surprisingly so, the whole way to the facility. The open gates revealed private docks, but only one boat was stored there, seemingly empty as well. Nerrocan kept you in his arms, ready to get you out of harm's way. He still didn't harbor much trust in humans or perhaps just this place. You had expected some hustle and bustle inside such a large structure, but it seemed almost deserted, worry knotting your stomach. Looking to your right, you spotted a ladder leading out of the docking pool, and you pointed Nerrocan toward it. He was hesitant at first but carried you over despite growing tenser with every stroke of his tail. You stretched out your hand in anticipation towards the ladder, already flooded with feelings of freedom and peace.

"Stop right there!"

A loud, commanding voice made you jolt. Nerrocan's arms reflexively wrapped around you as he squeezed you against his chest, creating a large distance from the docks with one huge stroke. You squirmed in his hold, unable to see what was going on as Nerrocan clasped his hand over your head protectively. Still, you could hear many footsteps suddenly trampling into the room and over the metal flooring.

"Wai–! Wait!" you yelled, directed at everyone. "Wait, I'm human, and he's friendly!"

"Friendly?" someone scoffed, and you put your hypothetical foot down, slamming your hands into Nerrocan's chest and pushing him away, forcing him to let go. When force didn't help, you took a deep breath, slipping underwater and turning immediately, his hands finding you and dragging you back against him. Still, at least you were facing whoever it was you were talking to.

Almost wishing you didn't.

You faced a row of guns, their barrels alternating between fixating on you and Nerrocan. If the merman knew what a gun was, it made sense he had shielded your head before. Still, all you could do was gulp, scanning over the people in full-black protection gear and masks, unable to say anything.

"Who do you work for?" someone from behind the guards asked, and you looked up at him, an older gentleman wearing a white lab coat, his expression grim.

"What do you mean? I worked with a small research team studying currents but got forgotten at sea. You must have heard of me; it was probably all over the news! I just want to go home, I–"

"That's not a very original excuse. Who do you work for? Who told you to come here?"

Confused, you tried wrapping your head around the strange accusations of the man, not sure what he wanted to hear from you. "Please, I just want to go home! You have to believe me…"

Behind you, you felt Nerrocan tense as the clicking of guns resounded through the open space, the safety being taken off of them. "This is a private institution. No one is allowed to come here and leave. I'm afraid this also goes for you."

"What…?" you mumbled, watching as the guards aimed their guns anew. Instinctively, you drew back, feeling Nerrocan's chest against your body as he wrapped his arms around you. You felt the rumble of a growl build in Nerrocan's chest, and you didn't need to look to know he was baring his teeth while forcing you against him to take you out of the danger at any second if he had to. There was no way this was happening. You couldn't possibly be denied access to leave. Why wouldn't they help you?

"This must be a misunderstanding! I've traveled for three days to come here! Please just let me get through, so I can return home!"

Searching for help, you caught the gentleman's eye, pleading with him, and he squinted suddenly, slightly turning to another man standing by his side, whispering something to him. "Is he…?" the man asked, nodding his chin at Nerrocan.

"He's…" you said, only to stop yourself, unsure what to say. He's a mermaid? He's an orca?

"He's special," you explained instead, twisting slightly to place your hand on his chest. "But he's not a bad guy, just a little protective. We've been through a lot. He won't hurt you if you don't hurt him, and he can understand you. We are not a threat."

A long silence, then more whispers.

"Bonded," the other man at the side of the gentleman in a coat asked. "Are you bonded with him?"

There was even more confusion about the specificness of this question, which must have shown on your face as all the eyes turned upwards to Nerrocan, whose growl turned louder with the attention on him.

"Well, tell us," the gentleman demanded, directing his questions at Nerrocan now. Compared to how afraid you had been when meeting the orcas, he seemed completely calm and collected despite Nerrocan's presence. Someone shimmied through the crowd of gathered people, handing the gentleman a tablet that he briefly glanced at, nodding.

"What?" you mumbled. "Wait, what is going on?"

"What's going on is that now that you have come here, we cannot allow you to leave alive. This is not a place that you can pass through. People who come here, die here." There was a loud sound, and both you and Nerrocan jolted, twisting around to see the open space you had come through suddenly get closed off by a gate.

"Your survival depends on how useful you are to this facility. We have a use for the big guy, but we aren't sure if you have a place in all of this."

"Nerrocan," you whispered, staring at the closing gate and ignoring the guy who was talking. "You have to leave. Now. Go!"

You tried pushing him away, signaling to him to swim out. There was still a lot you didn't understand, but closing off the escape could lead to what you had feared might happen if the merman got discovered.

"No…" he growled his body tense, but for some reason, he didn't panic. "I'll handle this," he added, turning around to face the people before you.

"No! No, you have to go! They'll do bad things to you, please! Nerrocan, listen to me!"

Instead of listening, Nerrocan pushed forward, bringing you both closer to them, gun barrels aligning perfectly with his head.

"No! No, no, no!"

Panicked, you twisted around as well, holding your breath as you thought about what to do. You knew you couldn't leave this up to Nerrocan; he might get himself killed if his instincts told him to fight! Eying the ladder to your right, it was almost close enough to grab now. If you dived under and swam to it, you could run for it, distracting them and finding a way out of this false haven. You were good on your feet, you could probably keep them at bay, and Nerrocan could escape in time for the gate to close completely. He was strong and fast without you as extra baggage to carry around.

But maybe this was all just a big understanding. Perhaps you should have just explained it better. This couldn't be all there was to it.

You needed to do something. Quickly.

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evilbotanist · 1 year

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comprehensive list of edible flowers to celebrate spring!:

magnolias (they taste like ginger)

dandelions (only eat the yellow stuff not the bitter green stuff)

violets (if u make tea from them then add lemon it turns pink! tastes earthy and mildly sweet)

lilac (they're bitter on their own but if you put a flower head in cold water for a couple hours it makes the most divine, refreshing spring drink)

marigolds (kinda peppery, v fun in salads-- used as a sub for saffron in cooking)

rose (the og edible flower, most are very floral and taste like how they smell, they make for an excellent tea as well!)

nasturnium (very peppery, almost like horseradish-- not my fav but if u like it go off i guess)

peonys (mildly sweet, floral flavor and fun to eat off the bush)

wood sorrel (the flowers are small so it barely made it onto this list but they taste like little bombs of green apple so go eat them--also eat the leaves!)

daisy (some say the yellow center tastes like pineapple-- i think its a bit of a stretch but they are sweet and tasty nonetheless!)

red clover (the flower heads can be white or pink-- the pink ones are the sweeter ones)

redbud (these grow on trees in v early spring-- they taste exactly like snap peas.)

always remember to do research before eating any wild plant, and always be 100% certain that u have the right one-- also don't eat stuff that might be contaminated with pesticides

#plants #flowers #wild edibles #edible flowers #nature #cottagecore #flower aesthetic #gremlincore #ive seen a lot of ppl talking abt how the leaves of dandelion are edible #i know #but raw theyre bitter

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sleepyrainart · 2 months

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Little Bits of Valentine's.

A small series featuring little stories including either OP/JJk characters.

Summary: Receiving nudes from your boyfriend. Including: Mihawk, Zoro, Sanji, Luffy and Usopp.

Warning: Male Nudity.

Mihawk was wondering why he was even here. His drunk ….. acquaintance, hugging him around the shoulders. Leaning most of his weight on him. Since the red head was drunk and having trouble standing. Mumbling about some mundane thing. Mihawk would rather be anywhere else. But Shanks grip was surprisingly strong for someone who lost their wits two hours ago.

“You know, um, what was I saying?” Shanks asks as if he was paying any attention. The only saving grace was the rich red wine he was enjoying. Though the drunk had tried numerous times to get him to drink his moonshine. Mihawk didn't need a sensitive nose to know how foul the drink was, “I know why you won't drink.” Shanks whispers conspiratorially in his ear. A giant grin and evil look in his eyes.

“Oh,” Mihawk sighs and decides it's best to play along. “And why is that?”

“Cause, cause you're scared.” Shanks bursts out laughing, nearly toppling. Mihawk rolled his eyes, too dignified to respond. But Shanks continued to laugh, loudly. His crew joining in. Taking a large sip of wine as he felt his patience slip. “Drink.” Shanks says as he tries to push the bottle to Mihawk's lips. The less drunk man pushing it away.

“Drink.” He whines again, pouting. “Drink.” He repeats with a different inclination. Once again, his crew joins in, chanting out of unison. Another sigh and he finally takes the bottle. Taking a small sip. Everyone boos. It's not like he cares about their opinions. But he does want some peace. So he takes a larger gulp. The clear liquid burning all the way down his esophagus. Settling hot in his stomach.

“Happy?” He asks, and the smiling man shakes his head.

---------- Later ----------

It was late at night or early in the morning. His befogged mind could not decide. Struggling to open his hotel door. He finally gets it open with a victorious sneer. He closes it with his foot. It slams loudly, and he hopes that red-headed idiot hears it, and it hurts his dumb head. Oh, yes, he loves that idea.

So his befuddled mind slips to other things he loves, novels and wine on a stormy night. Tending to his garden and having wine afterwards. You, that's where his drunk mind sticks. You were so pretty it makes him blush. Not that he would ever admit that. He thinks as he stares at his reflection. A drunk thought pops into his mind.

Though it may have been planted by a red-headed idiot. He would be the one to take all the credit. Because it was a really good idea. His hand delves into his pocket. Pulling out his phone. He turns on his camera. Struggling with his delicate fly. Pulling his semi hard member out. It was at that moment his door swings open. The red-headed idiot mistaking it for his room. In his struggle to cover himself, his finger slips. Pressing multiple buttons.

---------- Morning ----------

You're surprised to see a text from Mihawk. He usually prefers to call. Opening it, you see a confusing, blurry image. A smear of red that you're pretty sure is his friend Shanks. But you really can't make out anything.

You were busy doing some menial task. Not really paying attention. Daydreaming about a well deserved vacation. Maybe somewhere tropical, hot sand and lapping waves. Fruity drinks on tap. Mouth watering as you're lost in thought.

A quiet ding, breaking you out of your daydream. You see a message from your boyfriend. Opening it, you sigh, you didn't ask for this. A picture of his half erect cock. You find his lower stomach more appealing, gleaming with sweat. His lower abdominal muscles shining. Sharp hip bone and tasty v. He was so strong it makes you blush.

Turning off your screen and getting back to work. There were twenty minutes until your break. Then, you could return the favour.

You're feeling down, a sad mood overcoming you. It had been an okay day, but you were lonely. Your boyfriend had been away all week. You both tried to make do with texts and calls. But it just wasn't the same.

You decided to ask for something, you've never asked for before. It was an impulsive thought and a quick text. Kinda pervy, and you kinda regret it. But it did take your mind off your bad mood.

Cause now you feel worse. Nerves gnawing at your stomach. He doesn't usually take this long to respond. Phone glued to your hand as you go about your chores. You wake the screen each time it darkens.

No response. You feel like crying, but maybe you're hungry. Deciding a bowl of cereal will have to do. You make it one-handed and struggling. Spilling some milk.

You lean on the counter. Mindlessly shoving spoonfuls into your mouth. Dry eyes still staring at your screen. The battery signalling it's low. So you have to charge it. Deciding to shower. Maybe the hot water will make you feel better.

Going through your lonely nighttime routine. You check your phone as soon as you're done. Still nothing. You almost cry, but you're tired. Going to bed earlier than usually wouldn't be too bad. At least not as bad as just waiting.

Lying awake under the covers, shifting again. Finding no position comfortable. You give up and stare at the ceiling. You don't know for how long but finally your phone dings.

Sanji had sent you a text and you're dreading opening it. Shutting your eyes as you press on it. Cracking one eye open before they fly open in shock. A full mirror selfie. Handsome face, grinning and a blushing. Hair weighed down by water, obviously fresh out of a shower.

Droplets of water contouring his muscles. Your eyes following their downward trajectory. Butterflies erupting in your belly. Looking over the sexy v and to his erection. Standing proud and crowned by golden pubes. Long, hard and thick. An ache between your legs. His mushroom tip flushed red and dripping pearls of pre-cum.

Sorry it took so long, darling. But I just knew it had to be perfect. His next text read with an obscene amount of hearts and kisses. Your heart aches, your boyfriend was so perfect. You should reciprocate.

Luffy tried.

Usopp misunderstood.

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𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝟺 – 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐶𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑦 | 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑤 ✘ ♀ 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Story: The princess of Tanata (Long Fic)

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Spoiler: none

Warnings: none

slowburn with plot

Wordcount: 4187

Text in italics emphasizes the reader’s thoughts

Have fun, kiss kiss ♡

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𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝟺 – 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐶𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑦

You choose your jewelry together with the ladies. Robin watches Nami place a golden leaf crown on your head and eats some pastries that Philippos gave you. “Some food for your nerves” he said to you with a wink and handed you the package with the tasty treats, as you said goodbye to him. You could definitely use something for your nerves, you thought to yourself and took a little something from the tray that Robin held out to you. After you've adjusted yourself a bit in front of a mirror, you collapse into the sofa next to Nami. You looked slightly to the side over your shoulder, as the bathroom door opened and the men entered your bedchamber again. You quickly stand up and move towards them. The four pirates look down on themselves and react very differently to the clothing.

Sanji enjoys the long men's skirt and adjusts the part that is thrown over his shoulder so that the material creates casual folds. He gently pats himself down and says, somewhat puzzled, where he should put his cigarettes. You chuckle at his mumble because actually all of your clothes don't have pockets. You go to a large wardrobe where your everyday clothes are and take out a small, simple leather bag. You hand it over to Sanji, who thanks you with a naughty wink. Usopp comments on how airy the clothes are and has wrapped a scarf with the material as he sits in front of the fireplace. Law and Zoro have quite a similar reaction to themselves as they look in a mirror. Their faces look almost disgusted, but in such a way that it's funny again. Somehow they still have to get used to this material. The silky smooth fabric lies prominently on the hips and emphasizes the V line. The two men are definitely impressive, but many of the men here in Tanata are also beautifully built.

“Does it have to be so loose?” the green-haired man fiddles wildly with his clothes. He can't quite cope with putting the material neatly over his shoulder, it's far too loose and his whole chest is actually exposed. Sanji starts teasing him and the two get into a little banter. Nami tries to end the argument between the two of them but it was in vain. In the end she was forced to smack them both and complained to them while she adjusted Zoro's clothes. A sweet giggle leaves Robin's lips as she watches the three of them. Your gaze falls on Law, who is looking at himself in the mirror with a dumbfounded expression. You stand sideways behind him and look at him through the mirror. You noticed his tattoos straight away. It's almost a shame how he desperately tries to cover most of his chest. The other men also have a body that deserves praise, but you still have a thing for tattoos. For a brief moment you're surprised which men would tattoo a huge heart on his chest, but there's one right in front of you.

Law coughs a small 'ahem' into his hand, making you look up. You see his gaze on you through the reflection and look at him a little ashamed. He definitely noticed your (e/c) eyes roaming thrilled over his torso. You try to distract him with a specific question.

“You don’t seem to be feeling very well.” Your eyes go over his appearance again and you put a hand on your hip. “I don’t really like the way this part falls across my shoulder.” He explains as he continues to tug at the fabric. You tap your lips thoughtfully and when an idea occurs to you, you hold your finger in the air. "Can I?" You ask him as your hands go to reach for the silk over his shoulder. He nods silently at you and leans back a little since you are very close to him. A little too close for him. This moment feels like an eternity as you wrap the silk cloth around him. With careful hand movements you swing the fabric around his hips. He quietly held his breath as you brushed against his side, you notice his flinch and look up at him innocently. You whisper a quiet 'sorry' as you tuck the end into his waistband and stand in front of him to look at the result.

Much better already. You note with satisfaction, but that's not all. With his tattoos he would stand out a bit, so now comes the second part of your idea.

"We should go back to the dressing room and pick out a cape for you." You wouldn't mind being able to continue admiring his beautiful body, but until your guests are not -official- guests, you should draw as little attention to you as possible.

The two of you quietly make your way to the dressing room while the others wait in your room. You rummage through your uncle and grandfather's closets, looking for a simple cape that will enhance Law's outfit. You don't think Law is the pompous type who likes flashy embroidery. Law watches you with his arms crossed over his bare chest as you throw one cloak after the other past him. Finally you found something suitable and proudly hold it up to him as if you were presenting him something very special. Your eager smile brings a sly grin to his face. With his arms still crossed, he looks at the cloak and realizes that he doesn't find it as bad as the cloaks he sees lying on the floor.

“I think-...” no more words can leave his mouth as you hastily press your small hand over his mouth. “psssht” you look intently at the door while Law stands straight as if struck by lightning. You're sure you heard a door close somewhere. Your eyes scan the room looking for a way out when you hear footsteps. Law, who came out of his stiffness at the sound of the footsteps, also tries to locate the footsteps whether they are coming closer or moving away from you. Unfortunately for you, they're getting closer!

You quickly grab Law and pull him into a closet.

Here you are now. Both in the closet and keep your breath shallow so you can hear every noise in the distance. You carefully look through the gap in the closet door and watch as someone comes into the room. It's just a maid who cleans up. You breathe out a sigh of relief because the servants wouldn't rat you out. Just as you were about to step out of the closet, you were pulled back by Law who was right behind you. Only now you realize how close you have been the whole time. With your back now pressed against his exposed chest, you feel every single muscle.

You look up at him and really hope that he doesn't feel your heart, which is almost jumping out of your chest. You notice how Law doesn't care at all how close you two are because his eyes are still fixed on the door and your gaze goes through the gap again. The door in question opens again and Anatol enters! You consider yourself lucky that Law pulled you back, impressed at how he could hear the fleet footed Anatol. You make sure there is some distance between you and concentrate on Anatol.

"Agata have you seen (y/n)? The king sent someone to check if she is in the palace." - "The princess seems to have been here recently, looking at all the things on the floor. I think she found what she was looking for and is on her way to the ceremony." You could cry at how lucky you are, because Anatol doesn't question the maid any further and leaves the room. Apparently the assumption of the maid is plausible for him but if he knew that you were in the closet and especially with a really lightly dressed man!

Oh dear… then all hell would break loose!

Relieved that Anatol left the room, you lean back relaxed... against Law's chest! As soon as your bare back touches his warm chest, you realize what, or rather who you are leaning against! You would like to jump out of the closet in one go, like a frightened cat but Law stops you by quickly wrapping his arms around you. You are startled by the sudden contact and inevitably make a slight squeak. Law quickly presses a hand over your mouth and presses you tightly to himself. The situation is very tense and apart from the fact that you are as red as a tomato, sweat is running down your forehead as you watch Agata, who is still in the room. Law's stature is so tense that he stretches you slightly, forcing you to let your head fall back a little and rest on his collarbone. Law on the other hand, ignores the steam coming out of your ears. You've never been as close to a man as you are right now! This is completely new and unexpected and makes you want to burst into flames.

Your luck has run out because Agata has apparently heard you and is looking across the room. She comes towards the wardrobe and opens them one by one to check what the noise was. The closet you are in is the last one in the row. Panicked, you look at Law, who still has one hand over your mouth and the other around you. This time he returns your gaze. His face more annoyed than panicked. He removes his hand from your mouth and brings his mouth closer to your ear.

"Hold on tightly" You don’t fully understand what he means. What should you hold on to? You stand in front of him stiff as a board... Should you hold on to him???!! You don't move one bit. A 'tztt' comes out squeezed between Law's teeth as he pulls you closer, his arm pressing lightly against your breasts. He whispers his 'Room' deeply, sending shivers down your spine because he's still so close to your ear and the already familiar dome surrounds you.

You don't even notice him saying anything else and the picture before your eyes becomes distorted. In a matter of seconds, your room suddenly surrounds you and the five who stayed in your room, jump back in surprise. You first have to process the fact that you are no longer in the closet but standing in front of the others in your own room. Everyone looks at you without saying a word when you realize why. Your back is still pressed tightly against Law, you're holding the cloak tightly with both hands and Law is holding his arms tightly around you again. The blood rushes to your head, you should get away from Law quickly, otherwise you could get brain damage...

urks, this is so embarrassing and in front of everyone!!

“Hey Law! What have you done to (y/n)!" An angry Sanji comes towards you. Law's hands leave your body and go up as he steps away from you.

"I only did what was necessary" - "Y-yes, yessss!.. He had to do it!" you react lightly embarrassed because that sounds a bit wrong.

"UH-uh, I mean he definitely didn't do anything bad!!!" You add, hiding your face in the cloak so Law and everyone else too, doesn't see the blush on your face. You wanted to disappear into thin air when you felt the cloak being taken away from you.

"The hour is almost over and I think we should go to the ceremony before you're late." You look up at him as he wraps his cloak around himself. The blush is still visible on your cheeks and Law scans your features; the only thing you can do is look into his gray eyes. Gray eyes, as stormy and hazy as the clouds when a storm blows over the sea. You stand straight and breathe in gently. You're already way too late so you have to pull yourself together now.

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Near the amphitheater the 'Odeon', the seven of you discuss in an alley where you will meet again when the ceremony is over. You don't want to let the six of them wander around, not because you don't trust them but because you don't have time to talk to your grandfather before the ceremony.

"I recommend that you sit at the top, the view is much nicer from there" you say kindly to Nami "I'm excited to see what the ceremony is like (y/n)!" - "The Odeon... I once read something about an ancient theater in a book. It was more of a children's book but the theater in this book had a similar name." Robin said with a thoughtful expression as she looked at the theater from the distance. Everyone's eyes followed hers. "I believe the name was Odeon of Herode-.." - "..Herodes Atticus?" you finished her sentence. They all quickly looked at you because of your words and Robin nodded at you "That's exactly what the name was" her eyes sparkled slightly "It's interesting that the theaters have the same name... The history of the theater is quite romantic. If you like I'll tell you later what the story is." You offer to her. The story has been told for generations and serves as a symbol of love and endless devotion to a special person.

Author here :3 ; If you want to you should look it up because the 'Odeon of Herodes Atticus' is a real thing! And yeees, the theater is a inspiration for the theater in this story hehe.

“I’m looking forward to it,” she giggles into her hand.

"Tell me (y/n)...who is Heraia anyway?" You flinch at Nami's question, which doesn't go unnoticed in front of the group. Silence. The only thing that can be heard is Sanji blowing out the smoke from his cigarette.

"Hey Princess, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to." Zoro says casually and unexpectedly wisely. Nami an Ussop nod wildly in confirmation "No, no, it's all good. It's just strange to tell someone. In Tanata everyone knows who Heraia was but you can't know." You give them a half forced smile;

"Heraia was our esteemed queen and my beloved mother but she died 10 years ago, hence the memorial day." You finish your sentence in a rather quiet voice.

"I'm very sorry (y/n)" Because of her sad eyes you can't help but hug her "It's okay. It's been a long time and the only tears that should be shed today are tears of Joy, because she lived... no matter how long. It is not the anniversary of her death. We remember and celebrate her birthday today."

"How beautiful!" Nami's eyes fill with tears as she hears your words. You feel a single tear running down your own cheek and you share a soulful hug while the others' faces go from stern expressions to deep grins. You and Nami collect yourself briefly and you look at the others with determination.

"Let's celebrate my mother's birthday!"

After the words you say goodbye to each other and the group make their way to the audience seats while you use a separate entrance to get behind the theater stage.

With quick steps you almost run down the floor to get to the stage. You hold your magnificent ceremonial robe in your hands so that you don't stumble because you don't have much time left. The orchestra played the final notes of their symphony and the audience cheered and called for an encore. The king will soon appear on stage again and give a short speech about the former queen. Right when he comes on stage you have to be at his side so you quicken your pace. At the side of the stage you see your grandfather with his back to you, his arms crossed in front of him and facing the orchestra. Once again they played a wonderful song. Every year they come up with something new that Mom would definitely love.

You breathe deeply through your nose and out of your mouth… The little sprint you just did increases your stage fright. Even if you're used to standing in front of large crowds at festivals, you're a little nervous today. You shake your head and silently join your grandfather as the orchestra gradually leaves the stage. There shouldn't be anything to worry about… Not only are you a public figure as a princess, you are also the only priestess of Tanata. You are a holy princess and are used to making appearances in front of people. Furthermore, the people of Tanata are all friendly people and the royal family has always had close ties to their people. You are all more like family than just people and royalty.

Your eyes follow the musicians as they clear their chairs from the floor and the theater workers prepare the altar. You see a small part of the audience from your spot but you haven't spotted your new friends yet.

"You're late (y/n). What a shame that you missed the symphony, you would have really enjoyed the performance. Callistus has once again outdone himself with this piece." Your grandfather's gaze doesn't leave the stage as he speaks to you, but you don't avert your gaze as you answer him either. "I'm reaaaaally, really sorry that I'm so late. Something came up and that's why I'm sooo late." He looks at you sideways with one eye and hums thoughtfully. "Normally I could say everything is as usual, but you were never late for your mother's memorial day. You always watched the play and listened to the symphony. So tell me what happened to you that made you not be on time today." Grandfather's big words make you small. He's right. It is typical for me that I am late for many public and private appearances, but never for my mother's memorial day. Never. And yet I only showed up for the ceremony today.

I actually missed everything. I didn't see what kind of performance one of my best friends put on in the play and couldn't applaud Callistus for his masterpiece. They've been preparing for a long time and I really intended to be there... but the situation is just so... so complicated. Your hesitation causes your grandfather to become skeptical. You feel his gaze burning on your face. You nervously look up at him sideways and give him a little anxious smile.

"I would like to explain this to you after the ceremony in the castle. At dinner?" - "So there's a lot to tell?" He raises an eyebrow. As wise as ever... Does he see through you? You don't know what he's thinking and it's hard for you to see where you stand with him. He's undoubtedly a great grandfather, but when he stands in front of you as a king, like right now, you always feel a bit like you're being targeted. He's not strict but it feels like he knows everything... or rather guesses? Damn old man!

“Maybe so,” you answer him vaguely. You don't want to give him more information so he can't make any conclusions and you quickly look away from him. It's just stupid that, it's exactly this short and curt manner about you that makes your grandfather more suspicious. You would have preferred to think of something first, but everything was so hectic that you didn't have the time to come up with anything. All you thought about was that you needed to talk to him quickly...hopefully he wouldn't let anyone follow you when the ceremony was over. If his spies see you with the strangers, things will be more complicated than they need to be.

"I understand. Let's talk at dinner, my child." Your grandfather offers you his arm and you hang onto him with a pout. "Grandpa, I'm not a child anymore!" you whine, LIKE A CHILD! This makes your grandfather laugh "You will always be my little angel (y/n)." He hums with a laugh and breaks away from you briefly to pat your head. You're still so small to him. You hook your arm around him again and wait for him to make the first move.

"It's time." Slowly, your grandfather moves forward with you at his side. As you come into view of the audience, the residents cheer. They praise the king and glorify the holy princess. You give them a bright smile as you and your grandfather walk elegantly to the altar. Your grandfather proudly waves to the crowd as they call your names.

Many friends among them came to celebrate Heraia's birthday with you. You excitedly wave to the familiar faces, friends, teachers and children from the city. You spot your best friend Thalia down by the seats with a few other friends. You light up at the sight of her and wave to her. She returns your gesture and starts giving you signs. She points a finger first at you, then at herself, and makes a movement with her hand as if her hand were speaking. She looks a little serious, a little pouty and sad. Your heart sinks and you nod at her, a little sad and ashamed. She definitely want to talk to you and know why you weren't at her performance.

Your grandfather breaks away from you again and leads you to the altar with his arm behind your back. The cheering of the residents faded as the king raised his hand and when there was silence, he began to give his speech.

"Residents of Tanata, we have gathered here today to present our gift to our beloved Heraia." You look through the crowd again as your grandfather speaks, looking for the pirates. Did they follow your advice and take a seat in the top row? Right in the middle you can see a spotted hat. Law's spotted hat! Next to him are the others who happily wave at you. You decide not to wave back and turn your attention to the king's speech.

"The moment is almost here but before that happens, I'll hand over the word to our holy priestess (y/n)" He finishes his sentence and points to you. All the attention is on you as you nobly stretch your arms out into the air and look up at the sky.

"May the gods forgive us for interrupting the flow of time. May they have mercy because the reason for this breaking of the rules has no evil background." As you speak the first words the clouds disappear. A true natural miracle takes place above the ancient theater. The light in the sky changes rapidly while the clouds move at an unnatural pace. After a while of the magnificent play of lights, the clear sky can now be seen with the setting sun. The highlight and end of the ceremony is the sunset that Haraia loved so much.

"If we were to look for souls in nature, then we would find the soul of our former queen in the afterglow of the sunset. She would dwell in the eternal red of the sunset and enjoy the moment before the sun lets its last rays shine over the world." Slowly, some strands of your hair turn in to a pure white and you lower your hands and wait intently for the moment when the red appears as intense as possible in the sky above you. You take in your breath one last time and say the word “Freeze” as you breathe out. The entire evening sky freezes. A silent and endless image of the evening glow appears before everyone's eyes. An intense and warm red with an orange shimmer gathers across the scene, which delicately grades into violet and pink tones.

With the sun almost gone below the horizon, people admire and enjoy the natural spectacle to the fullest. A sight so beautiful that it brings tears to your eyes. You notice that your strength is leaving you a little faster today. You were actually aware of that because you had to give up a lot of your energy when healing Luffy and stopping time for the sky is one of the secret techniques and requires even more energy than most techniques. A technique you've used for the second time today! After some more minutes, you put your hands on your chest and dissolve the freeze. Standing at the altar, you begin to light a candle in a paper lantern. A red sun is drawn on the lantern and with it in your hand you walk towards your grandfather, who was standing at the side of the altar. You share a very intimate and familial moment before turning to the audience.

"I, Leandros King of Tanata's, hereby mark the end of the ceremony and move on to the final part of Heraia's memorial day." Your grandfather takes you by the hand and together you take a few steps in front of the altar. Some people light their candles and lanterns and stand there. Together you all let the lantern rise into the blurry pink sky.

“Happy birthday mother.” You whisper quietly in a heavy voice.

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So there’s this game called “Find the Honey” and I was wondering if you could write a scenario where Soap plays it with his f!partner (the honey is on him)? Pretty please 👉👈

Pairing: Johnny “Soap” Mactavish x F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Word Count: 1,422 Warnings: Foodplay, Blindfolding, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Dirty Talk, Slight Manhandling

Author’s Note: Sure thing! I hope you enjoy.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Soap’s breath hitched as your lips puckered around his nipple and pulled at it tenderly. He was laid bare on your bed, the sweet nectar hidden somewhere on his ripped form. Your hands rested on his muscular thighs that clenched each time your lips made contact with his goose-bump ridden skin. You could only use your tongue to explore the expanse of his body for this game, and you intend to savor every inch he had to offer.

“Colder, bonnie,” Soap lilted. Your brows wrinkled beneath the blindfold that was wrapped snugly around your head. You huffed before taking a part of his pec between your teeth and nipping playfully. Your boyfriend let out a booming laugh before his hand lightly swatted your bum.

“Naughty thing, you are,” he chuckled. You smirked before kissing the bitten flesh. Your hands remained on his thighs as you stuck out your tongue. A breathy moan escaped his lips as you licked a bold stripe up his neck.

“Freezin',” Soap’s voice hitched as you sucked over his sensitive pulse. His hands flew up to your naked hips, the sensation heightened with your eyes dark to the room around you. Soap groaned below you, his hips stuttering. You released his neck with a loud pop. He grunted as you licked your lips.

“Are you even trying to find the honey on me?” Soap laughed. You smiled and rubbed your fingers up and down his upper thighs.

“No, I just like to tease you,” you taunted with a kiss to his cheek. He scoffed.

“Ah dinnae ken you were such a minx,” Johnny snorted. You hummed, fingers now gripping into his flesh. He hissed at the feeling of your nails digging small crescents into his legs. Your tongue flicked out, bombarding his neck with small kitten licks.

“Just wanted to see what you tasted like…all of you,” you murmured. Johnny’s hands squeezed your waist, his long fingers sinking into your flesh.

“Yeah? And what exactly do I taste like?” he sang. Your tongue rolled between his pecs, the soft muscle lathering the crease with your warm saliva. You felt his hips buck forward; more violent this time. You hummed to yourself.

“Hmm…definitely sweeter than honey,” you giggled. He gave a hearty laugh, his fingers massaging circles in your hips.

“Glad I’m such a tasty dessert for you,” Johnny quipped. You smiled and blew across the wet stripe you left on his chest. He shivered below you, watching as more goosebumps sprouted up on the slick patch.

“I mean, the first thing I noticed about you was your nice cake,” you joked. Another sudden slap to your ass made you squeak.

“Same here,” he retorted. Both of you laughed, his chest rising beneath your chin. Your tongue was soon back on his hot skin, roaming and tracing down his rugged abs. Soap groaned when your hands came up to grab at his hips.

“Warmer,” he groaned. You alternated between caressing the valley of his abdomen with your wet muscle and laying sweet kisses over each ridge of his six pack. With each stroke of your tongue and kiss of your lips, your face was carried further and further down his body. You traced over what felt like a sharp indent, which you imagined was part of his V-line. The sudden gasp that left him seemed to confirm your suspicion.

“W-Warmer,” Johnny breathed. Your tongue licked back and forth across the sharp line, drawing shaky breaths and murmured curses from him. His hands slipped away from your hips as the sheets ruffled beside him. You grinned at the thought of him shoving your mouth to where you knew the prize remained. With a final peck on his line, your kisses descended even further, your body following suit. Soap groaned when your lips met the inside of his thigh, biting the muscle ever so slightly.

“Hotter,” he grunted with a thrust of his hips. A wet, sticky glob smeared across your cheek. Your lips curled upwards over his skin. You slid your head to the side, the warm wetness coming into contact at the corner of your mouth.

“H-Hot,” Johnny gulped, the head of his cock twitching on your plush cheek. You licked at the wetness, taking just a smidge of the substance into your mouth. The sweetness of the honey overwhelmed your senses, mixing in with the salt of the precum that dribbled from his slit. Your love’s breathing staggered as you tenderly swiped at his bulbous head.

“(Y/N), please,” he begged. You chuckled at his desperate whining. You rolled your tongue out, slipping it beneath the sweetly coated head of his member. A low rumbling in his chest bubbled up as a guttural growl as you curled your lips around his flush tip. You only pressed forward enough to keep his head snug in the cavern of your wet mouth.

“F-Fuck,” Johnny keened. Your tongue swirled around the tip, the salty-saccharine flavor blooming across your tastebuds. One of your hands slithered down to cup at his heavy balls. You caressed his sac, thumb rubbing in the divot of his raphe. Johnny’s hands flew up and took hold of your head, his fingers winding through your hair. You moaned around the tip, the vibrations causing his balls to twitch in your grip. His melodic voice only grew louder as you began to sink your mouth down his shaft.

“That's it, that’s my good lass,” Johnny praised. His words sent a bolt of arousal to the depths of your core, your slick juices spilling from in between your lips. You hollow your cheeks as his tip hits the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, the feeling uncomfortable yet oh so familiar. His fingers weaved through your hair as his dick shuddered inside of your mouth. You adjusted yourself to lie on your forearms, spreading out his legs in the process. You heard him swallow thickly as your other hand snaked around to grab at what you couldn’t stuff between your lips. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you pulled back, his cock slipping from your throat. He moaned and gripped your hair as you sank back down.

“Your mouth f-feels amazing,” Johnny grunted. Your hand pumped at the base of his cock while you bobbed your head up and down, the inside of your cheeks softly caressing his veiny shaft. Johnny purred when you tenderly massaged his sac in your hand. You mewled when his tip hit your throat once more, causing him to shudder. Each time you drew yourself out, your tongue would swirl around his thick head.

“Fuck, keep doing that,” your love pleaded as he thrusted forward. Tears spilled from your eyes as his cock seemed to reach further into your throat, your hand squeezing at the bottom of his length. His hands now guided you up and down his length as he thrusted his hips into your mouth. You continued to moan around him, your voice sending vibrations through Johnny’s hard cock. Your hands fell away as you gripped his thighs to stabilize yourself. His pants and moans grew more irregular as he sank himself down your throat one last time.

“(Y/N)!” Johnny growled ferally as his hips stilled. You gagged as he pressed your nose all the way to his base, his warm seed coating the back of your throat. You suckled around his length before he pulled himself out. You wanted to gasp and sputter, but you kept your lips sealed as you audibly swallowed for him. You smacked your lips and stuck out your tongue, revealing none of his cum remained on your wet muscle.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered loudly. You were shocked when he ripped your blindfold off. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim lighting of the bedroom. You squealed as he picked you up in his beefy arms, pulling you to straddle his chest.

"C'mere, you wee naughty lass," Johnny growled. His cheeks were flush, the bright blues of his eyes shrouded by his blown pupils. You breathed heavily, heart pounding inside your ribcage as you adjusted your legs. His eyes were locked onto your cunt that lay bare before him.

“J-Johnny?" you blushed. You gasped as he pulled you closer to his mouth. Your lower lips were coated in your arousal, the slick leaking and pooling near his chin. His eyes flicked up to yours, his mouth curved into its trademark smirk.

“Time for me to have a taste, bonnie,” Johnny purred.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

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maternal-extinct · 1 year

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May I ask what a reparent is? I always find it fascinating to learn new terminology!!

sure sweetie!

reparenting is a new-agey psuedotherapy where one person takes on the role of a doting, effective parent in order to help the other person handle or recover from childhood trauma that was caused by defective or abusive parenting. it often relies on what's called "child ego regressing" (wink wink) to put the target headspace where they are vulnerable to new experiences. the idea behind it is to seek to overwrite older bad childhood with newer good memories.

so an example I use is a lot is this: one of my littles told me that they never got to watch saturday morning cartoons without their bio parents fighting because theyre forced into close proximity by the weekend. so then i would plan a lovely saturday morning with a tasty breakfast, possibly cooked with the intent of waking them up to it, and then id find a cool playlist of saturday morning cartoons on youtube from about their age range or like, from when they were small and then let them have a lovely morning under my supervision. you're basically setting up a age regression scene ^v^

it pretty closely mirrors many parts of cgl and abdl but is way more reliant on actual parenting and therapy experience. when actual therapists do it they gotta deal with the ethics of a professional having tremendous amounts of power over another person and the science out there for it is underdeveloped which is why most therapists who do it do it under the table. I know a few therapists who are both mommy dommes and reparents.

when I do reparenting, I make it explicitly queer and trans, and I'm not above making it kinky or unethical if it helps the other person or is fun and I enjoy the power play of it. generally reparenting has to end but since I mash it with queer found family and caregiver/little, I always suspect that I'm in for a long haul relationship. I also buck a lot of the claims that it can help reverse or cure a lot of illnesses, but I do think it helps a lot with childhood trauma, anxiety and ptsd.

I mostly focus on reparenting trans girls. there's a lot of shared expiriences that make offering them a window into a girlhood a lot easier for me. I'm basically min/maxed to care for trans and queer girls all in all. im also way better at it in person than online, but I'm working on getting more skilled at it!

#can you tell I'm proud of myself for being like this?

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hear me out on ver x gn!reader baking together

reader has at most watched one minute of five youtube videos on how to cook, and ver’s baked for years

im sorry if this req isnt v interesting its like 3:32 am when im sending this and i pulled this idea out of my ass

Baking, With Ver Vermillion

Warning !

Fluff ; Slight Crack ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Why are you awake at such hour.

➶◜◝➴

"Ver! Let's try baking today"

"... That's so random of you, I thought you're just gonna lay in bed reading like usual"

"Hey, don't call me out like that. I want to try something new"

"Hm~ okay okay, let's try baking"

. . .

That's how it started, but then you realize you've never got an experience with baking before, or perhaps you did but not really doing that much.

And now that you're in this situation, where you and your Beloved Kaichou, baking together.

He had way more experience than you, the way he moved around the kitchen to find what things you need to make this certain cake you wanted.

"Okay so, ..Jagiya, Do you know how to bake" He rolled up his sleeves and put on an apron on him, then on you. "No..." You can hear him stifling his laughter behind you as he tie your apron, "H, Hey! Don't laugh at me," You scolded him. Earning a small apology from him, though he's chuckling as he did.

"How about you?" You asked as you look at the preparation in front of you, a bowl, a whisk, ..other basic baking stuff that you need is displayed in front of you and him.

"I've learned about how to bake years ago, since, you know. I'm a sweet tooth, and I prefer not to spend money on them. So.." He looked over at you smiling, "So you decided to learn how to make them yourself" He smiled wider and nod his head, "Yes that's correct" he said as he now grabbing a scissor to open up some ingredients.

"Okay then-" You took a deep breath, "Teach me."

. . .

It's only been 10 minutes in, you, learning how to bake not only from Ver, but also watching videos about them.

You, kinda doubt yourself if you could get a hang of it, but Ver reassured you that it'll go well, he'll help you.

And so it began, you both started mixing the ingredients, as you whisk them, Ver went to grab the tray.

After you're done, you helped Ver pouring the dough on the cake mold. As you wait for the cake, you both decided to make icing for the cake, after you're done making the icing, you tried to grab a taste.

Ver beat you to it, before you could put your finger in your mouth, he grabbed your wrist and licked the icing off your fingers.

"Tasty~" He said and let your wrist off, pretending like he did nothing at all, "Y, You-!" You glared at him as he smiled teasingly at you. "Me?" He repeated, You smacked his arm, making him laugh as he brush his hand on your reddened cheek.

"You're so unfair." You pouted, but then laughed along with him.

. . .

After who knows how long, both of you finished making the cake along with applying the icing. You stared at the cake in front of you, nothing too much but it looks simple and it actually taste good.

You shared a plate with Ver, eating the cake together, satisfied with the result.

"Maybe we should do this more often" You said as you glance at the cake and then looking back at Ver, "I don't mind, it's fun to do it together"

You smiled at him, "Okay then, next time, we'll try to cook some food then"

"Can't wait"

A/n !

I hope you like this anon ! Even though you just pulled that idea out of your ass, I still manage to write a fic about it.

Anywho, thank you for requesting !

( 7/10 )

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nowitswetme · 2 years

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Dirty Talk from Dean’s Magic Mouth

Word Count: ~1075

Warnings: all the dirty talk - consistent use of the f word, slight domDean, slight degradation, thigh riding, mentions of p-in-v sex and rough sex, and pure addictive heaven from Dean’s perfect lips

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

No one in the history of ever has been as good at dirty talk as Dean Winchester is. He’s oh so crazy good at it. Like, could-make-you-cum-with-just-his-words-in-under-two-minutes crazy good. A literal lifetime of practice in smooth talking of all sorts has made him insanely talented with his words. Which is a very good thing. Because since his mind is always going, so is his mouth.

He’s irresistible in person. You’ve routinely gone from calm and composed to completely soaked in twenty seconds. There’s nothing like hearing Dean purr his own special brand of dirty poetry in his low, lust-soaked timbre. That same deep voice and verbal talent also make him easily the best over-the-phone fuck that you can possibly imagine. Expertly coaxing you to ecstasy with his detailed descriptions and filthy fantasies. He’s made you cum while he’s on the other end of the line more times than you can count. Even from a distance, Dean never stops until he’s sent your pussy over the peak a good few times.

You really honestly think he could make a fortune selling naughty audios. Ya think so? Shit. Maybe I missed my calling, Sweetness. Ummm yeah. He absolutely did. Anyone would pay a fortune to be blessed enough to get off to those staggeringly sexy words. How he can be so incredibly filthy and yet somehow sweet at the same time is a beautiful mystery to you. Ya know, I really think I should get to speak for myself here. Gotta give the full impression when my reputation for havin’ a tempting tongue’s at stake. Fair point. Have at it, Dean. Whatcha wanna hear, y/n? Hmmm? I know whatcha need, Sweetness. Come lean into my chest and lay your head back so I can say it right here in your ear and drive you a little nuts, yeah?

Wanna hear about how much I fuckin’ love your body? How I’ve never seen anything so mesmerizing? How I wanna lay you down and tie your hands above your head and work my mouth over every last inch of you until you’re beggin’ for my cock? I’m so thirsty for you, Sweetness. Mmmm. Always so fuckin’ thirsty. Wanna taste your sweet pussy and run my hands over your gorgeous curves and pull you apart, piece by piece, until the only thing left in that pretty little head of yours is how crazy, intensely, unbelievably good I make you feel, y/n. He pauses his skilled seduction for a few seconds to run his hands over you and give a full, wet kiss to your neck right there below the ear he’s been murmuring sin into. And a small part of you registers that you should probably be ashamed of the fact that you’re practically panting and decidedly wet already. But the rest of you doesn’t care. At all. Not when it’s at his lips. Want some more, Sweetness? Oh, fuck yes. I think about you like this when I’m strokin’ myself, ya know. About you – all strung out with that same gorgeous, lust-glazed look in your adorable eyes that they’ve got in them now. And those sexy little whimpers falling from your tasty, perfect, pillow-soft lips. Your blissed out brain lost to anything but the dizzying pleasure I’m givin’ you. Desperate for my fingers, or my mouth, or my big, thick cock. Fuck, and I wanna give ‘em to ya, Sweetness. You want that? Want me to make you feel too fuckin’ good for words? Oh fuck. Please, Dean. Mmmm, fuck. That’s it. I love it when you beg like that, y/n. Fuck. Can you feel me against your ass, Sweetness? Makes me so damn steely to hear you plead for me to take you apart. Fuck, it’s so hot. Kills me when you’re so drunk on my love and my lust that you can’t do anything but surrender to your need for me, Sweetness. Do it again, yeah? Yes, Dean. Please. Please, anything you want. He starts to tease his fingers under the edge of your panties, reveling in the way you’re so exquisitely turned on by his voice and his potent praises.

Anything I want, huh? What if I wanna keep you spread out over me, just like this? Strip you down and swirl slow, sweet circles of perfect pressure over your clit until you’re so damn achy that you’re all shaky and whiny and desperately needy. You gonna be good for me? Let me play with you all night and get you high on lust and longing? Fuck. Wanna make you feel like you’re floatin’ on a cloud of carnal pleasure and you never wanna come down, Sweetness. Or maybe I wanna flip you around. Settle my hands on your hips and help you grind yourself over my thigh while I keep spinnin’ sin in your ear. Make your swollen clit so fuckin’ achy that you beg me to let you cum, right here on my thigh like a frantic whore. Fuck, it’s addictive when you’re cravin’ me that badly, y/n. Can’t get enough of it. Mmmm. Yeah, that’s what we’re gonna do.

In a flash, he has you spun around and over his thigh, face plastered with a smug smirk and hands guiding you back and forth in slow, calculated movements. That’s it, Sweetness. Feels sooo good under your pretty pussy, doesn’t it? Fuck. You’re already seconds from spiraling, aren’t ya? I can tell. That’s my girl, y/n. Always so good for me. Mmmm. But you know you’re not cummin’ yet, right? Can’t have that, Sweetness. Gonna need you to wait for when you’re wrapped around me, all full and floaty and feeling fuckin’ amazing. Gonna make you scream, Sweetness. You’re gonna be chantin’ my name whether you want to or not. I’m gonna hit that sweet spot deep up inside you that makes you fuckin’ sing. Over and over again. And I’m not stoppin’ there, y/n. We’re goin’ until you’re hopelessly spent and I finally decide to grant mercy to your poor, sore pussy so she can rest up for tomorrow. How’s that sound, Sweetness? Should I carry you to my bed and fuck you until you can’t speak? Think you can handle it? Mmmm c’mon. You know I’ll pamper the hell outta you afterwards. Yeah? Good girl, y/n. Let’s go.

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muzanbloodgalore · 9 months

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This post is actually a reupload from my old account, and it took me a while to make, so reblogs v much appreciated.

🕷️Punishment || Sub Tomioka, MALE READER, pegging, BDSM, spanking, degrading, voyeurism, face fucking

Laying in your futon waiting for Giyuu to return, you heard footsteps follow up to the door. The door slid open and you saw Giyuu with what you assume was a friend, he was slightly taller with beautiful golden hair ending with red tips. He walked inside and giyuu followed.

“I hope you do not mind Kyojuro,” Tomioka said in his usual impassive voice.

You smiled at Kyojuro to show you didn’t mind him, you stood up and swept over to Giyuu. He hummed when you slithered your arms around him and hugged him. He rested his arms around your waist, and you backed off him not wanting to start something in front of Kyojuro. “Well! Tomioka why don't we train?” Kyojuro said with his booming voice, startling you slightly. Giyuu nodded and led kyojuro out and to the room where giyuu would do training. You waved as they left and turned to go to the kitchen after they started training.

You cooked curry and rice and placed the three bowls on the table and placed soup spoons on top of napkins by the bowls.

You had everything ready and made your way to the room where the men trained, you stopped in your tracks. Peering through the door which wasn’t fully closed, you saw Kyojuro holding Tomioka’s hips from behind. You watched kyojuro and Tomioka start to move, kyojuro turned giyuu around and get closer to his face. Lips coming close to touching, you watched kyojuro back off. “Continue training Tomioka.” His voice spoke more calmly instead of loudly like earlier. Giyuu sighed and gripped his sword, you took the opportunity to slide open the door fully. You smiled as if you did not see anything, they turned to you decently quickly. “I have made food if you would like some” you stated already starting to walk back to the dining room, they smiled and followed.

You sat and started eating, Tomioka and kyojuro started eating as well. Shortly after you all started to eat you heard kyojuro yell out, “TASTY!” he shouted almost every time he took a bite which again startled you. You giggled a tiny bit and stood up, being finished with your food you went and washed your dish. Putting it back you turned around to see Tomioka and rengoku flinching backward as if they were leaning towards each other when you were turned around. You raised an eyebrow in confusion, Tomioka was looking at his bowl and kyojuro was looking in your direction smiling as if nothing happened. You shrugged and walked off to your room, you sat on your futon playing with your small stuffed animal that sat by your bed. Tomioka slid the door open walking in to grab something, you looked at him with sharp eyes. Without him knowing you were behind him you grabbed him by the waist and pushed him against the wall harshly, he groaned and looked back at you. You made eye contact waiting for Tomioka to get the hint. “Did I do something to upset you?” He quietly spoke out, you roughly grabbed his wrists and flipped him around pinning him with his arms by his head.

“Tell me Tomioka.” You demanded slapping his ass once more, his pale skin became red. He whimpered louder with every smack that landed on him, his whole rear end being dark red. “We do things behind your back only sometimes, not a lot please just stop hitting me..” He quickly sputtered out before you hit him once more, and you lowered your hand. “Keep going cunt.” Demanding from him, he stopped talking until you tapped your dick against his entrance. “We kiss sometimes..or make- out..” He started to stutter knowing what was next, you gripped his hair and pulled him up to your level. You roughly pushed your dick into him immediately he let out a yelp, and you started thrusting into him. “Did you think you’d be getting his dick?” You angrily asked with a firm tone, “You probably beg for it, don’t you?” you said thrusting deeper into him making him cry out, he nodded with shame almost about to start crying. You felt rage grow inside of you and took it out on him only ramming your hips harder, he tried to stay quiet but failed miserably.

“You’re going to tell me what’s going on between you and kyojuro.” A vital tone you’ve never heard from yourself escaped towards him, Tomioka’s face was ever so slowly turning red. No response came from him. Grabbing him by the waist again and almost throwing him onto the futon, pinning him once again. He looked away from you and stayed quiet, you forced his face to look at you and make eye contact. His eyes closed quickly, and you let out a huff. “be that way Tomioka, I’ll just have to force an answer.” The same solemn voice came out of you, you flipped Tomioka over. He let out whimpers as you started undressing him, “it’s not too late to tell me” you spoke slowly unbuttoning his uniform to tease him. Taking off his haori with his uniform, you looked at him while hooking your fingers on his pants. “Last chance Tomioka” You looked at him and still got no answer out of him, he only got redder. You took off his pants and boxers at the same time, watching him spring out made you smile. You lowered your pants slightly letting yourself spring free as well, you grabbed Tomioka harshly and turned him onto his stomach raising his pale ass to your tip, you ignored his whines and cries. You slapped across his right cheek, rewarding a flinch.

“Let him fucking hear your pathetic sounds Tomioka,” you said starting to pound into his prostate and stroking his dick aggressively. He started to shed tears in pleasure, still tugging on his hair you bit his neck. Marking him. “Your mine do you understand?” groaning out as you glared at the door to see a shadow toward the left corner. You rammed almost as hard as you could go making giyuu scream your name and moan, you felt Tomioka’s seed spill onto your hand. The small grunts from the other side of the door made you smile, Kyojuro was touching himself to you plowing Tomioka. You pulled out and leaned to open your drawer, you pulled out navy blue ropes. You put Tomioka’s hands on his back and tied them together in handcuffs, turning him around you grabbed him by his hair again and brought his face to your dick. “Suck it” demanding not giving him a choice and forcing open his mouth, shoving it in he gagged as it hit the back of his throat, and a tear formed in his eyes. You face fucked him with no mercy making him gag multiple times loudly. You groaned feeling him bob his head, you felt yourself spiral close to cumming. You forced his head to go faster, you got closer and closer with each second. You forced his head off and came on his face, he flinched and coughed slightly. You looked down at him smiling still hearing the grunts and moans from outside the door.

You looked at Tomioka and watched him struggle with his arms tied up, you stood up and pulled your pants up. Walking behind the tied man, you untied him and kissed his cheek that didn’t have cum on it. He stood up holding you for balance after almost being fully disabled, you lead him to the bathroom and started cleaning him up. You both got into comfortable clothes, you lead giyuu to the futon and tucked him in. Kissing him on the head and walking to go deal with kyojuro, you walked out and shut the door. The last things Tomioka heard were begs and then a thud, a loud one. The shadows through the door showed how simply you knocked out kyojuro, he watched as you dragged kyojuro by the leg to a different room. You came back and slipped into the futon with giyuu, you held him until you both fell into slumber.

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