#please... RELEASE MEEEE

[py6oto]

vanilla flavor piece

[javierduffy]

DO IT. WRITE THE JOHN X KIERAN FIC AND I WILL READ IT TRUST

ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR

happy new year to you as well :] !!! i hope it’s filled with fun and love and light !!!!!!!

WAUGH THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT 💔💔 now idk about a full fic but uuhhmmm i can offer you some silly doodles ? hopefully i’ll have the energy to draw/write them for real soon 😭

and of course the 3rd boyfriend

[ashorterurl]

for the fourth time. Aoi playing the first notes of fitb during Final Melt on his acoustic and realizing his only escape would really be just breaking the damn thing

[erving-goffman]

ooooh my god ppl on reddit are saying amantes astronautas is getting passed around on telegram. so it should hit ok.ru soon right 🤲

[thefirstromantics]

I’m in love with Bella Ramsey but the TLOU show is soooo badddd…

[jonathanbyersphd]

Y'all there's barely been like 200 people all day and not to complain but I'm so bored like I wanna go home and do fun hobby things

[extremelysimon]

oh my god I hate writing essays

[tonycries]

Can I Fill You Up, Baby?

Synopsis. There’s no way he had a breéding kink, right? That was before he was balls-deep in you, cúmming in you for the third time in a row now.

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, lots of cúm, overstim, multiple rounds, mating press, breeding, pet names (my girl), swearing.

Word count. 1.5k

A/N. DON’T LOOK AT MEEEE.

Boys who didn’t know they have a breeding kink.

Pfft, seriously? Those were straight out of hentai, he’d roll his eyes as his friends tittered about it. “Next thing you’ll tell me is that tentacle monsters are totally legit, too.”

Because he didn’t have a breeding kink, right?

Well, at least he didn’t think so…but right now, with you sprawled underneath him, eyes half-lidded, and dripping cunt sucking his cock in so deliciously - he thinks the idea might not be too far-fetched after all.

Ripping off what remained of your top, lips searing against your skin as he bit down hard - marking you. You were so fucking aroused, pretty pussy pooling and forming debauched little strings of slick that connect you to his heavy balls. Throaty, desperate little grunts leaving him each time they slap against your skin, in time with the tight, little circles he drew on your throbbing clit. 

A quick, maddening tempo he was losing his mind to.

Right now, he was absolutely feral where he was usually suave in sex. For some reason, that image of you babysitting your friend’s kid earlier today burns into his mind, jolting some raw, carnal part of him awake as he keeps ramming his cock into your snug cunt. Over and over. Purposefully and sinfully. 

Ah, how lovely you would look so round and glowing with his kid. You’d look so pretty carrying his seed. The swell of your belly just because of him - all him. 

“Baby…” he starts, voice hoarse with need. At your answering mewl, writhing beneath him, he continues, words that come straight from his throbbing erection. “Can I fill you up? Lemme fill you up. Please, my girl.”

“Ah! Hah- yes. Yes yes yes, please. Cum in me baby, fill me up.” Raw, pleading whines leave your bruised lips. Drool already dripping down the corner of your mouth at how deliciously filthy he was fucking you. 

Body trembling, a shiver runs down your spine as you watch his pupils dilate, cock twitching so animalistically inside you at your words. Thrusts increasing impossibly, his thumb was now frenzied on your clit, desperately chasing both your highs.

Now, you’ve heard of orgasms that sneak up on you. Silent, powerful waves that leave you speechless. And before you know it, you’re creaming around his thick cock. Stars behind your eyes and a breathless whisper of his name leaving your swollen lips. 

Seeing you so debauched underneath him sends him over the edge as well, his own release exploding into your awaiting pussy. Filling you up. Hips never slowing down, pumping hot ropes of cum into you animalistically. Your walls flutter around him, as if desperately trying to suck his big cock back in with each thrust. 

Yet, your moans turn into sensitive gasps at the way your loving boyfriend still doesn’t show any signs of stopping - even as your jolts of pleasure turn into nothing but mere tingles. Thighs clenching around his toned waist, a question.

“Shhh, don’t worry, pretty girl. One more, you gotta do is take it.” 

And he’s pushing in again, swollen tip hot and still hard and hot against your sloppy entrance. Both of you hissing at the overstimulation. Oh. Oh, shit.

“Hngh- you’re-” God. Looking up into those darkened eyes, something carnal glinting dangerously in them - only one thought rings in your head, going straight down to your dripping cunt - you’d be lucky to make out of this in one piece. 

You can do nothing but lay there and take it as large hands spread your legs even more shamefully. His cum warm and dribbling out of you, fully exposed to his hungry gaze. Body jerking as he manhandles your legs onto his sculpted shoulders. Folding you in half, pressing down down down-

A mating press. A fucking mating press. 

Scratch that, you’d be lucky to make it out of this alive.

He doesn’t waste time. 

Splitting you open on his thick cock immediately, pushing back into your tight walls. Head thrown back and eyes rolling to the back of his head so pornographically at the way your cunt flutters around him - wetter and sloppier than before with his cum, struggling to take him again. Warm - so warm with his seed. 

God, he has to fight down some feral, animalistic part of him that wants to just plunge into you till his twitching balls smack your ass. Not even waiting for you to adjust. 

But no. No, he must be careful with the mother of his children - treat you like fine porcelain. Just as soon as he breaks you like one right now.

Fuck.

One, harsh thrust. His achingly hard cock splitting you open, pushing against the heady combination of resistance and your walls milking him to insanity. Sweaty forehead meeting yours, he can’t decide between the sinful sight of your cunt clenching around his length and the way your swollen, kiss-bitten lips fall into such a pretty oh!

“Oh- hah! Baby, please. Don’t hold back.”

Not that he was going to anyway. “Then take it like a good girl while I breed you, my lil’ slut.” his voice low and husky, making your cunt clamp down in anticipation. 

And before you know it, his tight balls are flush against your ass, thick head kissing your cervix so painfully good. Hips rearing back - back back back, pulsing veins massaging your walls as he pulls out till his furiously flushed tip is just teasing your entrance. Only to slam back into you with one rough thrust, with little regard for your poor, abused cunt.

The bed creaks in protest as he starts up a merciless pace, not taking the time to ease it in for either of you. Throbbing cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt in rough, purposeful strokes that have you gripping the headboard for stability. 

Your cunt stings in both overstimulation and the way his tight balls smack against you at his unforgiving pace, strings of slick and cum connecting you to each other. “Hah- oh. So good, pussy sucking me dry so good Hngh-” he gasps out over the lewd slapping of skin on skin, mouth moving before his mind does. 

Ass burning at the friction of his pelvis. Cum leaking out of you to pool beneath you. It was so fucking debauched. He was absolutely too far gone. Completely set on filling you till you explode. 

“Oh, fuck. Gonna cum. Gonna fill you up again, my pretty girl- hngh-”

You whine at the pain and pleasure, far too cock-drunk to form any coherent sentences, body arching up for more more more-

You both cum with a raw, fucked-out whimper. Your walls stretch painfully as it tries to accommodate both his fat cock and another spurt of his cum. Tears stinging your eyes at the sensitivity, all you know is a burst of pleasure and the realization of how absolutely full you are of his seed.

It leaks out of you, seeping into your skin and you can almost feel it sloshing inside of your snug cunt. Mind hazy and vision blurring at this point. Yet, he still doesn’t stop.

You’re probably sobbing at this point - you don’t even know. Completely drunk on you and the idea of breeding you and you-

“One more, my girl. One more. Gotta make sure it takes.”

Raw, absolutely feral empty promises ring in your ears as he keeps moving inside you. Sensitively twitching cock dragging so maddeningly against your walls. Letting out raspy whimpers with each thrust, now nothing more than shallow, mindless movements fueled by pure animalistic need. 

Fuck, ah, you were gonna fucking pass out.

“Hah- Baby, I can’t- oh-” 

“You will.”

You squeal as your thighs clench around him, clit pulsing in pain and pleasure as he reaches down to start his rough abuse on it again. A final thrust. Only one press on your clit. Hard. 

Your orgasm - if you can even call it that, nothing more than a distinct spike of pleasure - hits you with a jolt. Moaning and bowing into his weeping cock as you ride your highs out together. His poor, abused cock coating your walls white once more in thin, hot spurts. It overflows inside of you, cunt dripping and too full to take any more. 

Maybe you black out, you don’t even know. Only brought back by the tear that hits your cheek with a wet splash!  - blinking away the haze in your eyes to look up at your overstimulated boyfriend. His throbbing cock now shooting blanks inside of you.

Breaths ragged, blood roaring in your ears, you feel a sudden emptiness as he pulls out. A disappointed whine leaving you despite your state. Cum gushing out of you, forming a pool on the already-soaked bedsheets. Warm and so fucking sinful.

Pulling back to admire the view, his eyes widen, jaw dropping slightly at the heavenly sight. Greedy eyes locked on you and your pussy and you - blood rushing straight to his twitching cock. Reproachfully, you look up to meet his eyes, pupils blown and half-lidded, an insane glint in them that jolts you to your very core - and your abused cunt. 

One thing was sure.

There’s no turning back. 

- GOJO, CHOSO, Nanami, OIKAWA, Suna, KUROO, ATSUMU, EREN

A/N. Goals amirite? 

Plagiarism not authorized.

[furioussheepluminary]

𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Pairing: stalker!perv!hyunjin x afab!reader, nonidol au, straight up strangers

Synopsis: he's a good boy. Honest. But when it comes to you? He can't help himself. You belong to him. Even though you don't know it yet. 🤷

Warnings: real suggestive, hyune is a gross perv, reader is oblivious of him, possessive!Hyune, subtle hint of murder, did I say he was gross??

A/n: wHy Do I fEel LIkE sOmeBodY'S waTchInG Meeee!! Buh yeah. I wanted to make this a nerd type jinnie but this came up instead. If you have extra eyes for errors, no you don't.

Viewers Descretion Is Advised heh...

He was on his knees, his hands clutching at your thighs, his lips parted in desperate prayer.

"Please…"

His own voice haunted him, soft and broken, echoing in his skull. He was never like this. You stood above him, eyes filled with unreadable amusement. His fingers burned to touch you, but in his mind, you were cruel.

"You want to touch me, Hyunjin?"

He whimpered, nodding frantically.

"Beg."

And he did. His voice cracked as he pleaded, hot and ruined. But just before he could feel your skin against his—

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t reality.

His nightly alarm ripped him from the fantasy. His eyes snapped open, chest heaving, body twitching with the aftershocks of his release. The stickiness between his thighs made him shudder, disgust curling in his gut. Hyunjin lay tangled in his sheets, sweat beading along his forehead, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. That was pathetic of him, making a mess over a few words from your lips.

"Fuck," he whispered, running a hand through his damp hair. He sat up slowly, blinking at the dim light of his LEDs. The mess on his sheets was undeniable. His jaw clenched.

This wasn’t the first time.

Hyunjin moved on autopilot, stripping his bed with practiced ease. He shoved the soiled sheets into the laundry bin, his hands gripping the fabric a little too tightly. His body still buzzed from the dream; the ghost of your voice still sweet in his ears.

But he had more important things to do. Especially at 2:00am in the morning.

He turned everything on. The glow of neon green bled into every dark corner of his room. Security feeds flickered across his monitors; a digital shrine dedicated to you.

Padding barefoot to his desk, he clicked open the surveillance feeds. The middle monitor flickered to life, and there you were—curled in bed, skin soft beneath the green hue of his night-vision cameras.

His heartbeat slowed to something steady. He zoomed in on you and his eyes roamed over the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the way your fingers twitched in sleep. Did you dream of him too? His tongue darted out to wet his lips. No. You weren’t even aware of him.

Yet.

Hyunjin leaned closer to the screen, his breath fogging up the glass as he watched you breathe.

He wasn’t primarily this akward and neither was he much of a stalker. He did know somethings about digital security and all. When he saw you the first time all the sane thoughts flew out of his head. Before you, Hyunjin had nothing.

Nothing mattered, at least. Sure, he woke up, ate, breathed, slept. The usual routine. He went through the motions of a life he didn’t care for. He felt hollow and detached from most of the problems of his world. He had tried to fill his void with multiple distractions- art, music, indulgences in things that could make the common man love. But for Hyunjin, nothing ever lasted.

It was a mistake really, seeing you. A glorious life-altering accident, though.

Hyunjin had been sitting in a quiet corner of a well-known library around the block, flipping through a book he had no real interest in, when you walked in. At first, it was just a glance, a flicker of movement in his peripheral vision.

God, but your voice?

That voice of yours as you greeted the librarian cracked something inside of him. He looked up fully this time taking in your perfection, your stance. He was ruined now.

His grip om the book tightened, his breath caught, his pulse spiking. Never, had he felt something his…visceral. Hell, you didn’t even notice him. You had walked past his table with your intoxicating scent lingering in the air.

Like stupid puppy, Hyunjin followed.

No, not physically, c’mon I’m weird but not that weird. I was watching her. Even after she left the library.

Yes, he was. Every moment of your movements. Since you appeared at the library often, he would come often. To see how you nibble on your nails when the book was really captivating, how you’d check your watch to see if you were running late. Just simple, small things he thought were cute to watch.

Then it escalated. He lingered outside your coffee shop, sat at the back of the café to read your order from your lips. He walked past your apartment building when you got home from work late just to know where you live.

And then one night under the cover of darkness, he stood outside your window. His ragged breath fogging up the window. You had no idea, of course going on with your night per usual.

And fuck, it felt so, so good.

It made him feel, for the first time and Hyunjin didn’t want to turn back.

__

Hyunjin sat hunched over his desk, the glow of the monitors casting sickly green light over his face. His fingers twitched over the keyboard, adjusting the angles, zooming in. He was motivated to buy a tech set just to watch you, him told himself it was to ensure that you had security cameras that actually functioned.

Liar.

You stirred.

His breath hitched as your body shifted beneath the covers, the faintest movement sending a jolt of something filthy down his spine. Your legs stretched, the blanket slipping just enough to reveal the curve of your thigh. He exhaled shakily, fingers gripping the edge of his desk.

Then, you moved. He leaned in. You sat up, hair messy, eyes half-lidded with sleep. You yawned, rubbing your face before swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Hyunjin felt like he was going to be sick with excitement.

Where are you going, baby?

He already knew. He had your habits memorized down to the way you sighed before standing up. The way your footsteps padded lazily against the floor.

Bathroom.

The grainy black-and-green feed followed you as you dragged yourself toward the restroom. The second you disappeared behind the door, Hyunjin groaned and slumped back in his chair.

His hand drifted downward, hovering over his waistband.

No. Not again. Not yet.

He needed to see you first. He stayed like that, body tensed, until you finally returned to bed. Even as you rolled onto your side, pulling the blankets up, he still watched. His head felt heavy, eyes drooping, but he didn’t move. He tried so hard to focus on you as you slept.

So beautiful…

The next alarm jolted him awake. He slept off again. He blinked rapidly, disoriented, before his gaze snapped to the monitors again. Where were you? Hyunjin clicked through the feeds, hands shaking.

Kitchen.

Hyunjin’s lips parted, a strangled noise caught in his throat. He glanced at his wall clock. Nine in the morning. Saturday.

Saturdays. God, he loved Saturdays.

You stood at the stove, your back to the camera, wearing nothing but a crop top and tiny shorts. Your hair was pinned up lazily, your skin on full display. His stomach twisted.

His fingers dug into his thighs.

Your bare legs, smooth and glowing under the kitchen light. Your waist, the dip of it, the skin just barely peeking out from beneath your top.

And your face—

You were still so fucking perfect.

Hyunjin swallowed hard.

Need touch you so bad, Y/N.

He wanted to run his hands over every inch of skin you exposed, press his fingers into your thighs, bite down on your shoulder just to feel you jolt. The image of it made him ache, his breathing growing heavy. He imagined you in his apartment, cooking breakfast for him, dressed exactly like that. Maybe even less than that.

He clenched his jaw, shaking the thought away. He wasn’t stupid.

You weren’t his. But you would be.

----

Hyunjin’s hands trembled as he slid the key into your door. A perfect replica. He had stolen your original a few months ago for only a few minutes, just long enough to make a copy before slipping it back unnoticed. And now, he was inside.

He always came visiting when you weren’t around, making lunch getting, comfortable in your clothes. Today you left to visit a friend who had just gave birth (I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but you talk really loudly when you’re excited.)

His breath hitched as he stepped into your bedroom, the scent of you wrapping around him like a drug. Soft. Sweet. Addictive. His knees nearly buckled. He shut the door behind him, his fingers grazing over your belongings—your bedside lamp, your half-full water bottle, your hairbrush tangled with strands of your hair.

Your bed.

The sheets were messy from this morning, still holding the faintest imprint of where your body had been. His stomach twisted, and he let out a shaky breath as he took slow, careful steps toward it. He lowered himself onto the mattress, hands gripping your blanket as he buried his face into your pillow.

Fuck.

It smelled just like you.

His eyes fluttered shut, his fingers clutching at the fabric like a starved man. He could live here. He could stay in this bed forever, wrapped in the scent of your shampoo, your skin, your warmth.

His hips shifted against the sheets, and a whimper escaped his lips before he could stop it.

He was so fucking hard.

The thought of you sleeping here, rolling around in these sheets, completely unaware of how much you were being watched—it made him dizzy. He sat up suddenly, gripping the bottle of your perfume from the dresser. His hands were unsteady as he popped the cap off and sprayed it onto his hoodie, onto his wrists, onto his neck—

That’s what he thought as he inhaled deeply, drowning in the artificial presence of you. His head spun, his entire body hot with feverish need. He lay back down, eyes locked onto the ceiling, hips pressing against your mattress. What if you were here?

What if he woke up next to you every morning, watching you stretch and yawn, your body warm from sleep? What if he rolled over, tangled his fingers in your hair, and whispered—

"No one else gets to have you like this, understood?"

The thought sent him spiraling. His hand drifted down, palm pressing into the bulge between his legs. A soft, desperate moan slipped out. He rocked into your sheets, bit down on your pillow, breathed you in like his life depended on it.

And then—

"Fuck—"

White-hot pleasure ripped through him, his body twitching, throbbing, spilling over himself in a filthy, obsessive mess. His hips jerked one last time before he slumped against the mattress, panting, ruined, completely drunk on you.

For a few minutes, he just lay there, staring up at your ceiling, his entire body pulsing with aftershocks.

But then—he realized.

He had made a mess. Hyunjin let out a slow, shaky laugh, sitting up as he ran a hand through his damp hair. His gaze flickered quickly to your sheets, checking if he’d left a stain.

No? Thank God.

He should feel ashamed. But if he had done it, you’d be sleeping with a part of him tonight.

__

Hyunjin sat in the dark, his fingers digging into his thighs so hard that his nails left crescent-shaped marks in his skin. His entire body trembled, his breathing shallow and uneven.

Because he was watching you. You came home late, Hyunjin could pardon that but not only that, you brought someone over. It was rare to see you with someone else of the opposite gender in your home, but when you did bring them over Hyunjin was more than furious. The monitor in front of him flickered with the grainy image of you—his perfect, beautiful, innocent girl—laughing at something another man had said.

Another man.

Some piece of shit standing in his spot, breathing his air, sitting too fucking close to you. You didn’t tell him you were going on a date this evening. Was it what you planned? Hyunjin’s grip on the edge of his desk tightened. His jaw ached from how hard he was clenching it. His heartbeat was thunderous, deafening, furious. He watched as you leaned over, playfully shoving the man’s shoulder. His stomach twisted when you smiled at him like that. Like he mattered.

Like he was worthy of you.

His vision blurred with rage as he saw the man place his hand on your thigh.

No.

No, no, no, no—no one touches what belongs to Hyunjin.

His fingers twitched, the overwhelming urge to reach through the screen and rip that hand away flooding his entire system. He should be there. He should be the one sitting next to you. Holding your hand. Making you laugh. Whispering in your ear.

The man leaned in closer, too fucking close.

Hyunjin’s breath hitched, his entire body tensing— And then you stood up. He exhaled sharply, watching as you walked away, into the kitchen. The man stayed behind, scrolling through his phone, completely unaware that he was being watched.

Hyunjin’s lips curled.

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as his fingers ghosted over the switchblade resting on his desk. He had his own history with the few men you’d brought over. Sure, it was…unethical. Everything he did for you was.

But the man wasn’t meant to last.

No one else was meant to be in your life but him.

And if he had to make that clear over and over…

He would.

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~kc 💗

[sharlinefreire]

ok, there's a famous meme in brazil about house md and i don't know if there is an english version for this meme, so i'll try to translate as best i can:

every episode of house md is like

> the patient arrives the hospital.

> the patient is a prostitute or a religious fanatic.

> dr. house attends the patient. she's very sick.

“dr. house, we don't know what to do!! she's bleeding from her eyes!!”

“do the exams, you idiot”

> dr. house will talk with the patient.

“you're stupid. fuck you.”

“dr. house, i hate youuu!! please heal meeee!!”

> cameron, chase and foreman come back to the room.

“dr. house, all the exams were negative. she's gonna die in 2 hours if we do nothing!! will be game over for her.”

“hmmm... game over... oh, there's a gameboy in her ass, that's the problem!”

“dr. house, you're an idiot, but we will check if there really is a gameboy in her ass.”

> they found the gameboy in her ass.

“oh my god, dr. house!! you were right. how did you know that?”

“the gameboys pikachu edition released in 1997 had an iodine-based battery, which if inserted in the butt makes your eyes bleed”

> the patient, cured, enters in the room.

“i was wrong about you, dr. house”

“fuck you, you're a whore! life is pain!!”

> dr. house go to lunch and flirt with dr. wilson <3

> the end.

[buckiverse]

12:02 am

inspired by this art :33

18+ content

contents: oral sex, pussy-eating, afab reader, alcohol use, power imbalance (if you squint), hair pulling, drunk nanami

imagine: nanami comes home drunk after a hard day at work

word count: 650

12:02 am

★What time is it on the clock? You lie in bed, waiting for Kento to come home. You know he works a lot, but you can't help but feel nervous that he's not home yet. The city has been more dangerous lately, leaving your emotions on edge.

★You rolled over to Kento’s side of the bed, now cold from his absence. You put your forehead into his pillow, your thoughts spiraling. Just then, your phone alert went off. Your eyes widened at the notification “movement by the front door.”

★Hopping out of bed, you ran to the kitchen of your shared home with Kento. He stumbled through the front door, slamming it behind him. His face flushed, the scent of alcohol coming off of him in droves. It’s unlike him to be this disheveled. He moved toward the kitchen, his voice coated with liquor as he muttered, “Need… somethin’… t’ drink.” You observed his suit jacket slowly falling down his shoulder as he continued to approach you.

★You moved past him, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. He took it from your hand, messily drinking the cold liquid. You watched his adam's apple bob as the droplets went down his throat. “Everything okay, Ken?” you asked him carefully, inching towards him. “Rough day…. work. I got overtime… again. I’m…over it.” he hissed. He towered over you and whispered in your ear, “You’ll… help me f’get, won’t you, baby…?” He placed the softest of kisses on your earlobe.

★Your breath hitched as you felt Kento start to kiss down your body. Your eyes followed him down as he settled on his knees. Kento looked up at you with such desire. Who were you to deny his needs? You placed your hand on his face, sliding it down to lift his chin. “I’d do anything for you, my love.”

★“Goooood… ‘cause you… you’re mine,” he replied, his hands groping your ass, his fingers finding the waistband of your sleeping shorts. Unhurried, he dragged the shorts down to your ankles. He groaned at the sight of your naked pussy. He fucking loved that you never slept with panties on. Admiring your wet slit, Kento lifted his hand, gently trailing his fingers down your cunt. He grinned, noticing how wet you are for him. “You’re…such a goooood g’rl… f’r meeee,” His brown eyes focused on you as he brought your arousal to his mouth, licking his fingers clean.

★Your mouth parted slightly at the sight, and your hand moved to grip his blonde locks—hard. Kento groaned, his hands moved upwards, gripping the back of your plush thighs as he lowered his mouth to your pussy, his tongue flicking out to taste you.

★You feel the heat of his breath and the wetness of his tongue, working in a circular motion. He moaned softly against your folds, causing you to grip his hair harder. “mhm…so good for me” his words muffled as he eats you out, lost in his own world.

★Your eyes began to water; all you could hear was the sound of his frustrated grunts and the wet slurping noises. His fingers digging into your thighs as he moved to suck your clit. He's so committed to making you feel good. "oh… baby, please… I'm so close—" you breathe out. Pulling his head back and releasing your clit with a pop, his thumb found your swollen clit rubbing harshly. You bucked your hips uncontrollably. Kento just looked up at you, the slightest smile on his lips. That was enough to send you over the edge.

★“Look at you… comin’ for me,” Nanami said, steadying you at your hips while you rode your high. Finally, you released his hair, allowing him to slowly stand up, kissing you gently. “feel better?” you asked, still feeling light from how hard you came. A satisfied grin spreads across his face. “Much better.”

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I need to take this moment to say how SICK AND TWISTED it was that I could not find a manga scene for nanami with out his d-word being right there

besides that I need him so bad. I would take him straight to malaysia and ride him on the beach all day.

[stars-eclipsing]

#BLLK307. SAE ITOSHI APPEARANCE. OH MY GOD LETS FUCKING GOOOO

Tags: Implied dom/sub dynamics + bathtub fun. SAE FUCK MEEEE AAAAA

Sae Itoshi sinks into the bath you’ve drawn for him, sighing as the heat soaks into his sore, overworked muscles. His hair’s gotten annoyingly longer since he last visited this secluded apartment, his gaze a little sharper now, more strained.

He tips his head back with a groan and slides his eye mask into place, hiding those steely turquoise eyes you loved to gaze into so often.

He’s there for a long time, simply basking in the soft vanilla scented candlelight and the low whirr of the heater. The silence, something soft and uninterrupted– is sacred. It was unmistakably Itoshi Sae’s designated me time. 

The bathroom door creaks open. He hears the sound of clothing dropping to the floor and he wills himself not to look. 

There’s loud sloshing against the water, then a comfortable weight settles on his lap. Like it was made to be there.

He ignores it. Best he can, anyway. 

Your voice comes through silvery and sweet, “Sae…” You call teasingly. Your fingers run along his firm chest. 

He grunts. He can ignore this. 

He hears the sound of your curse and you fumbling with something. A tall, thin, unstable candle you’ve almost dropped in the water. He suppresses an amused smile poorly. 

You pretend as though nothing happened, then lean in to kiss under his jaw, resting your head on the crook of his neck. 

“Ahem…” You call awkwardly, waiting for him to notice you. 

“Mhm?” He says, a small smirk on his lips. His arms betray him and wrap around your shoulders. 

You give up on catching his attention with a pout. If Sae has an idea of how an event should play out in his head, then it stubbornly does not budge. 

In fact, he makes it a point to remind you that it's his way, or nothing. Though… he mostly tells you that when he’s shoving your face against his silken expensive pillows.

You’re both silent for a long time, courtesy of you keeping still so you don't tear down something else. 

After a bit, he peels off his eye mask, letting it rest against his hairline. He notices your closed eyes and he rolls his own, an amused smile on his face. He clears it.

He kisses your forehead, letting out a deep sigh for the umpteenth time as if he was very inconvenienced, “I missed you, too.” 

You open your eyes and look up at him, blinking. Then an impish, wicked sort of smile spreads across your face at his word choice.

“Thats so…” You raise a brow, “generous?” 

His face is impassive, not betraying his amusement. 

“Watch it,” He tells you. Just to see you shrink. 

Oh, you think to yourself. So it's like that.

His hand runs along your body, agonizingly slow, “I'm tired tonight,” He grumbles, “So you better be good…” He pinches the fat at your waist, pleased at the sound of your little squeak. 

“Are you saying i'm not always good…?” You mutter, a small tease is in your voice.

You are. You’re always good for him, he thinks. Even when you’re bratty, or defiant, or on top, or pulling at his hair, or leaving deep scratches down his back that dont leave for ages, or whatever. He can’t think of a person who's been more good to him than you. 

“No,” His voice is cool, and his face is hard. His turquoise eyes bore into you, and your shudder isn't on purpose, “But I trust you will be tonight,” He raises a brow, a threat.

You swallow. Perhaps you should be.

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That night, when he pulled at your hair to slide your mouth off his cock, your lips had dripped with his sticky release. You swallowed it dutifully, then coughed a bit. Like you were trying to expel the bruise that was already blooming in the back of your throat.

"Oh, and Sae..." You start as though you just remembered something, your voice entirely hoarse. Your head is dizzy with the rough treatment. 

You look at him with glazed eyes and a fucked out smile. He merely raises his eyebrows.

"Welcome back."

<3

WEE WA WEE WA WEE WA 📢📢📢 I JUST WANNA SAY THAT TWITTER NOTIFCATION OF SAE IS BACK??? KILLED ME. FLOORED ME. I FEEL LIKE IM REUNITED WITH MY LONG LOST LOVE. IS THIS OK?????

a/n the next day: i woke up to edit this and i didnt notice it was so clunky aaa. in my excitement i didnt beta read properly, lol. Its fixed now <3

divider creds: @enchanthings !!

[zomb-rabbit]

Sharing is Caring

[ NSFW ] 🪓 Toby Rogers x fem!reader sharing a vibrator

CW ; light bondage, reader calls Toby baby boy one (1) time, overstimulation, crying (the good kind), lmk if i missed anything :)

GUYYYYSSSSSSS THIS IS MY FIRST FIC I'VE WRITTEN UNREQUESTED U DONT SEE MEEEE

you had been teasing toby with a toy you completely splurged on- one of those powerful wand vibrators- for almost an hour now with his wrists tied above his head. and you almost felt bad. but with the way he threw his head back when you put just the smallest amount of pressure to right below his tip, the loud buzzing not nearly drowning out the loud sob that escaped him; you couldn't feel too bad.

it was all proving to be a little to much for you to hold out on, though, because every time you shifted your weight to lean over him amd kiss down his neck, you could feel how soaked your own panties were and the feeling of your nipples brushing across his skin made your breath hitch.

you set down the vibrator to stand up, causing toby to toss his head to the side in frustration, "please, please please- i've been so good, don't leave me like this i can't-" you laughed slightly at his begging for release, reaching a hand over to hold his face in your palm as he panted and tried to gather himself while the other was quickly removing your underwear. "you're okay, baby boy, i'm right here- i just wanna see somethin', okay?" you cooed, getting back on your shared bed to straddle him. you could see his efforts to try and pry his hands free as he shamelessly stared at you body; his eyes glued to the way your thighs had started getting slick.

putting a hand on his chest, you slowly guided him to slip himself in between your folds- quickly being met with a shaky breath from toby, his mouth hung open at the stimulation as he craned his neck to watch you move. your breath hitched as his tip bumped against your clit, and you could see tobys eyes flicker up to watch your face contort, his eyes doing all the begging for him yet he still felt the need. "ff-feel so good- pleaseplea-se, oh my god-" he whimpered out shakily, never breaking eye contact with you as you continued to move ever so slowly.

as you lifted hips off of his despite his whines, he watched your hand as it reached for the vibrator. switching it on to it's medium speed, you placed it back onto the base of his dick and watched as it already sent him back into teary eyed hysterics. you quietly shushed his cries at the overwhelm, your other hand moving to circle over his tip as you brough your hips back down to share the vibrator with him.

you cursed as the strong vibrations coursed through your core, your clit that had been begging for stimulation now getting hit with white hot sensation. toby threw his head back at the added pressure, bucking his hips as he yelled out your name. you could feel his thighs shaking from how close he is, his hands desperately trying to escape their confines- only giving you more reason to grind yourself harder onto the wand, not realizing before this moment just how badly you wanted to cum. you hit your clit at a certain angle on the wand and gasped as your back arched, your body desperate to keep going because god did that feel fucking good- and toby was doing his best to watch you through teary eyes. you bit your lip, looking down at toby as you desperately panted and grinded down onto the toy that was completely destroying your poor boyfriend and you were met with a drooling, crying toby that was begging for you to let him cum.

"i-ii-it's so much, please 'm soclose- please" you flashed him a half hearted smile, the only thing you could muster with how close you were yourself, "go ahead, baby, you got it." you panted out. your approval was met with countless breathless thank yous as toby tossed his head back and snapped his hips forward- the added pressure being just what the two of you needed as you cried out, your white knuckle grip on the wand causing it to shake. tobys back arched dramatically as he came all over his stomach; loud sobs of your name and whines filled the space in the room your moans didn't.

turning the toy off, you discarded it to the side and reached up to untie a still panting toby- who, despite being exhausted, still found the energy to kiss at your boobs when you got close enough, earning a sharp gasp from you and a quiet giggle from him. his arms quickly wrapped around you as you collapsed on top of him, the both of you deciding everything else can be dealt with later.

[sunshinescribes]

Sweat for Me

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT (18+)

Summary: You think this might be your favorite thing in the entire world. Law beneath you, whining and whimpering through his third orgasm. (A/N: I was going to post this for kinktober but fuck it, needed to get this out of my system)

Warnings: SMUT, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms (mentioned), Praise Kink, Submissive Law, Law is kind of a brat (which is canon to meeee), Begging, Creampie

You think this might be your favorite thing in the entire world.

Law beneath you, whining and whimpering through his third orgasm.

You watch intently, rocking your hips slowly, continuing to ride him despite the way his whole body twitches as he comes down from his high. Law is so pretty—so hauntingly beautiful like this, tan skin flushed, lips parted, and dark lashes caressing his cheeks as he battles to keep his eyes open—this is beyond compare.

Usually he’s the one in control, caging you in with his lithe body as he fucks you into the mattress with that smug smile playing at his lips. His goatee brushes against your skin while he whispers pure filth into your ear. Fuuuck, sweet girl, you’re squeezing me so tight. Want me to go deeper? Hmm? You think you can take it all?

You love those moments, but this is so much sweeter. You work the tension of a particularly harrowing day out of him, allow him to lounge while you do the work, give him anything—everything he needs—maybe even more, but he deserves it. Your captain, who plots and worries—rarely ever thinking about himself.

"Too much—fuck, sweetheart, I—" Law chokes on a soft whine when your needy cunt squeezes him. He’s barely comprehendible, his mind stuck in a pleasant haze where the art of language eludes him. You feel your lips curl into a prideful smile, knowing that you’ve reduced this brilliant man into a babbling mess.

"I’m takin’ care of you, Captain," you whisper softly, dipping down to gently kiss the corner of his mouth. Law turns his head, tries to capture your plush lips, but you pull away before he can. He’s too spent—too fucking boneless—to chase you.

Law actually pouts. You don’t know whether to blame it on the sex-induced delirium or if he’s genuinely disappointed to be denied a kiss, and it takes everything in you not to laugh at how damn cute he is, though you’re certain doing so would only earn you a fiercer pout, maybe even censure.

"Just one more handsome," you sigh, tracing the curve of his sharp jaw, brushing your fingertips against his soft sideburns and stubble. "You can do that for me, can’t you?"

Law trembles under your touch—leans into it while his tired eyes gaze up at you. He swallows thickly before finally answering with a weak nod, dark, damp tresses nearly falling over his eyes.   

"Y-yea."

God, you want to burn the image of him like this in your mind forever. Recall it every moment of every waking day until you turn to dust.

You smile down at him and begin to move your hips once more. Law jolts as soon as you do and grits his teeth to stop from crying out. You feel his tortured dick pulse inside of you, so needy and spent and ready to pour everything he has to give into you again.

You grind down on him in slow, tantalizing circles—more taunting than pleasing—and you know you’ll be repaid in kind soon. Law will work you just as hard, make you come twice as much the next time he has you bent over his desk or trapped between his body and the cold metal walls of the Polar Tang.

You don’t mean to be cruel, but the low groans and soft curses that pass his lips are so delicious. A part of you never wants this to end—wants to have him trapped inside you forever while you coax another sweet release out of him. And another. And another.

Law places a trembling hand on your hip as you continue to rock shallowly. "Fuu—FUCK, baby, p-please—"

Neither of you are certain of what he’s asking for, but when he bucks his hips to push himself just a little deeper inside of your soaking heat, you decide to be merciful.

You lift slightly, just enough to see the base of his glazed dick, before slamming back down. A desperate cry rips from his throat as you ride him. It hurts—hurts so good he can’t bite back the strings of curses that pass his lips, or the shameless whimpers that spur you on, make your movements rushed and sloppy, even as your legs begin to burn again.

"T-that’s it…" You place your hands on either side of his thighs, taking Law deeper—making him hit that sweet, spongey spot inside of you. You feel the heat in your core building, and you know he’s close—ready to burst inside of you one last time.

"You ready?"

Law nods and mumbles something you can’t make out over the squelch of your hungry cunt, swallowing him over and over and over again. You think of the mess you two are making—the evidence of your desires staining the sheets. You wonder if Law will use his devil fruit powers to clean them, switching out Shachi or Penguin’s laundry with two simple words and the flourish of his hand, much to the disdain of your fellow crewmates.

You’re ripped from your ruminations as his slender fingers dig deeper into the flesh of your hips, nearly bruising. He weakly thrusts up into your heat, chasing his release.

"You—hngg—s-said this was your pussy, right?" Your voice is airy as you rub your delicate nub, nearly there. "Then come in it."

Law swears he sees fucking spots in the corners of his vision, but he isn’t in the state of mind to be even a little concerned. He chokes out your names, practically folds into himself while he comes, long and agonizingly hard. It’s a beautiful sight, watching him gasp and blink through his orgasm until your sopping pussy is filled to the brim.

You follow after him, your walls fucking seize him, and a wave of aftershock hits Law violently, making him clench his jaw so hard it hurts. Tender praise falls from your lips—shiiit Law, you came so much, did s-so good. You lean forward, crying into his tattooed chest as ecstasy rips through you, making your ears ring and your heart beat madly in your chest.

You sigh contentedly when it passes, shaking slightly against Law’s powerful body.  

He cracks open a tired eye as you lift your head slowly. You kiss his jaw and mutter more praise against his sweaty skin.

You know you’re pushing your luck with the favor you’re about to ask.

"What is it?"

You don’t know whether you’re incredibly easy to read or if Law is just that perceptive. Fatigue causes his voice to come out deeper. If you weren’t running on the final reserves of your energy, you might have attempted another round.

"Can you do…the thing?" you ask sweetly, lifting your hand and outstretching your fingers in explanation. "Gotta get cleaned up."

You look up at Law with pleading eyes, attempting to look as cute and innocent as Bepo, though you’re almost certain you’re too disheveled and fucked out to even come close.

He sighs, lifting his tattooed hand. "This is the last time…"

You smile, mumbling your thanks.

“Room. Shambles.”

[melodic-haze]

thinking abt sub firefly and how cute she would be !!!! even tho she's a stellaron hunter and could kill you at any moment in her sam form she'd still follow ur every command bc of her massive praise kink she's just like that!! 😓😓😓

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Firefly x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader with a dick/strap referred to as such

☆ — NOTES: I FINALLY GOT TO HER OUGGHGHH ANONNNN I DIDN'T FORGET YOU TRUST MEEEE I love Firefly so baaaaaaad

ANOTHER PERSON WHO CAN KILL ME WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT IF SHE WANTED TO 🥰🥰🥰🥰 oh how I do love power differences

God she's so cute despite being absolutely deadly, nobody can fault me for wanting to bully her a lil bit right??? :((((((

Firefly would do anything for you no matter what (or, well, for as long as the script allows it). You could make an off-handed comment about how you wanted this little thing and she'd come up to you w the exact same thing the next day. You could ask her to do something and she would drop whatever she was occupied with just to cater to you

She's sooooo unbelievably eager to please, it's like you could as her to do ANYTHING you asked and she'd eagerly meet your needs.......and that includes less-than-innocent exchanges too 🫶

Oh she'd be so perfect, always desperate to fulfill your every demand and going above and beyond to please you. If she were giving head, she'd tell you that you don't need to make any moves whatsoever bc she'll be happy to do it for you :(((( this sweet sweet girl ily

You consider yourself extremely blessed to witness the sight above you.

After all, it's not every day that someone has a Stellaron Hunter on their lap in pursuit of euphoric release.

So many people were afraid of the entity named SAM and the sea of flames he could bring upon those that needed it per the script that Elio gave him, and yet.. here 'he' was, in much more of a vulnerable state in the form of a lovely lady eager to please.

All you had to do was say it, relay your demands; she would give you the universe if you wanted it all to yourself. But for now?

For now you had settled upon commanding this supposedly feared servant to Destiny's Slave as if she were your own in this little tryst of yours.

(And hell, barring Elio's little group, she may as well be.)

You hear your lover moan, you hear her whimper, you hear her shaky exhales as she bounces on your cock over and over and over. Her pace alternates between a slow, tantalising grind to a fast, hard ride of desperation—the pace switching at the most perfect times due to a mix of your brilliant direction and the mental notes and drilled habits within Firefly's pretty little head from all the times you've done this erotic form of song and dance.

You can't help but stroke her cheek as she moves on you, can't help but to shift your hand over to toy with her hair lightly as she does her best to please you (and herself). And you just can't help but say those two words--

"Good girl..."

--when she reacts so delightfully: her breath hitches as her hips stutter in movement, though she still continues to move; she lets out a loud moan as her eyes nearly roll to the back of her head and her steadying hands gripped onto your thighs with a sudden increase in force.

She doesn't answer you back vocally but that's alright—she hasn't cum yet without your permission and she was still determined to please you.

She's such a good girl, and she'd do whatever it takes to deserve your praise and your praise alone.

She would take WHATEVER you give her. Soft pampering??? By god she's all OVER IT SING HER UPPP!! A rough pounding? She's durable, she says she can take it :3 Overstimming her until she can't think anymore?? Or maybe even edging her until she wants to go batshit wild but can't bc it's you?????? Go right ahead, she's all yours to play with ✌️

Makes EVERYTHING worth it for her, when you constantly praise her for allllll the good things she's done. Tell her that she's been so good to you, tell her that she's the sweetest girl ever, tell her you wouldn't have anyone else to tend to and be tended to, tell her that you love every bit of her and go into detail❗️❗️❗️ She'd go HILARIOUSLY red, both from sheer embarrassment and from the hot manifestation of her lust pooling in between her thighs

All you need is to say that she's fully and utterly yours, that you wouldn't have it any other way, and not only will she respond in kind, she'll go above and beyond....in any way you want her to

In short guys I love Firefly I can't wait to roll for her 🥰🥰🥰

[bitterbutblue]

let me get what i want this time

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"tase can u write happy stuff" NO IM ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING HAPPY also this is so not canon because i havent played past 3.2 and i spent like an hour just researching what the fuck happened so im trying my best here guys </33

(YES I KNOW CERYDRA HAS JUST BEEN RELEASED SHUT UP WERE GONNA PRETEND SHE DOESNT EXIST

THIS STORY IS SO UNBELIEVABLY AWAY FROM CANON BECAUSE IT WAS WRITTEN BEFORE 3.3 SO BEAR WITH MEEEE)

sotd: Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want ~ The Smiths

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The Preparation

Death is the end of one's story, as most tells you. It is the end of one's journey, the closing of a book. You like to believe otherwise. Death is the end of a chapter, and you will be reborn in a new one. It is a never ending story, endless chapters to bury yourself in. You always told Castorice this, the nights where you and her lay a few inches apart as you stare into the shrouded vastness of the night sky. The first night it all happened.

Countless times she has watched people's eyes dim as she lays a hand on them, the lightest touch causing the last flame to be blown out. It was sickening at first; she remembers the first time she killed a man and how she woke up in the night screaming and sobbing until her throat was raw and her voice had long faded. From then on, she had tried to run away from the truth that she was death itself. Yet each turn she made led her to another dead end, forcing her back to the starting point of a maze with no exit. She had long grown used to the solitude, people fear death. People fear the unknown and death is the unknown. So girls her age avoided her, excluding her in their games and whatnot. Boys her age feared her, never once wanting to approach her. Adults older than her still veered out of their way to avoid her because even the bravest of adults are scared of death.

The first time she met you was at your grandfather's passing. You watched, standing next to your mother, as a young girl approaches your grandfather, a shaky hand outreached. You watched as he smiles at her and how she hesitates. She took a step back, but the priest called out to her.

"Castorice, come on now."

Eerie silence filled the halls, a heavy blanket that laid itself on all your shoulders as the girl walks up to the old man's bed, turning her head to the side as she reached out to touch his hand. She missed his smile, the way he mouthed a soft 'thank you', and you watched the whole thing unfold. Your mother bursted into tears, dropping to the floor and Castorice runs.

That was the first time you saw her.

The next time you saw her, she was hiding behind a pillar behind the bustling icy city. You tilted your head to the side, walking up to her.

"Castorice?"

She looked up at you, her gaze confused but hiding a curiosity that she can't quite understand. You looked familiar, but she could not pinpoint where she's seen you before.

"Who are you?"

"We met a few days ago. I mean, we didn't properly meet. My grandfather's passing. You helped him along."

The mention of death had her feeling a pang in her chest she doesn't like. She clenched her jaw, looking down as she fidgeted with the loose ends on her robe.

"Oh."

"He thanked you." You said quietly "You missed it."

She looked away.

"Why are you here?"

Her voice wasn't angry, but there was still a bite to it. Like a frightened dog trying to act tougher to scare off the predators, except you were no predator.

"Wanted to see if you were okay."

It was such a blunt answer, too simple for her liking but she couldn't help but feel a pull towards you. The way you shifted your weight from foot to foot as you tried to stay warm in the harsh nights in Aidonia.

"Can we go indoors?"

She learned fast that you were naive, you believed in the best in people and you were optimistic. You were everything she wasn't, balancing her out in a manner she didn't quite grasp either. Some nights you would find her in the corner of the pavilion, striking up a short and quiet conversation that she never realised she was desperate for until you showed it to her. Some days, you would just sit and talk for hours just about your day and stuff, other days you would sneak her into your home and cook a meal for her. Gradually, you began to acknowledge her as your friend and to hear those words fall from your lips had her feeling warm for the first time as well. Friend. What a nice word. She repeated it to herself in the depths of the evening just to feel something but it never felt the same as when you said it. That brings you two here, lying in the snow as you stare up at the evening sky. You were the one to bring up the topic of death, a topic she always tried to avoid around you.

"You are cursed." You turned to look at her with an unreadable gaze "I won't deny that part of the truth, but there is a morbid beauty in it."

She lets out a soft laugh, not even knowing why she's laughing because nothing about this is funny.

"Let me finish-" You had fully roll onto your side now to look at Castorice, who still lied on her back as she stared at the clouded skies. "It's a journey, an endless journey where people will get off the boat at different stops and get on again to go elsewhere. You transport them between places, and give them the chance to experience the journey all over again. It's beautiful."

Your gaze on her softened when you say the last word, breath hitching as the two of you settle back into silence. You kept your eyes on her, and she can feel her face grow warm for the first time under the cold, harsh, winds just from the intensity of your gaze.

"Nothing is beautiful about dying." Is all she whispered out.

"But everything is beautiful about the rebirth." You said in response, tracing shapes in the snow next to your head "It's a new start, it's appreciating what you had and getting to relive it all again. It's beautiful."

Beautiful. That's the word that slowly grew to become Castorice's favourite as she turns to look at you properly for the first time since you both laid down. And she feels it.

"I suppose that is one way of looking at it."

She had said it in such a casual manner, so lightly, but you will never know the full impact your words that evening had on her. You will never know how she repeats it to herself in the depths of the evening after another funeral, and you will never know because the next day you died. She felt a tug in her chest in the middle of the day and immediately she knew something was off. That evening, she watched as the army men brought back everyone who had died in the crossfire of a war she knew not much about with a sickening feeling in her gut. With each cloth they pulled off the bodies, she felt the nausea grow worse as her heart beats at an unnaturally fast rate until they finally pull off the cloth. And there laid you, eyes staring off into the distance with red stained all over your body.

Dead bodies were not a new sight, she had seen people dying from the start and watched as they crumbled to their knees, turning into a stiff doll. But this was the first time in a long, long time she felt properly sick to her stomach seeing a dead body.

"No, no, no no, no please don't do this to me-" She choked out, running over to your corpse as the tears fall again. The tears she thought she had shed all of in her childhood are falling again as she touches your hand for the first time, the iciness of it being a harsh reminder of the reality of what is happening.

She's had thought of being able to touch you, to hold your hand, cup your face and feel the softness of your skin but never like this. In her thoughts and dreams, you always smiled back. Now, you stare ahead at the next journey that awaits you, and she presses a soft kiss to your stiff hand.

"Please, please come back."

2. The Welcoming

Different cultures have different beliefs about death and what happens after death. The people of Amphoreous often believe in rebirth, the cycle of life. Castorice never fully believed it, until she was forced to believe it. Until she had lost someone she treasured so dearly that she wanted nothing more than to see that pair of eyes on the street again, even if the person bearing those eyes were completely different. Even if the person had no recollection of her. The time it takes for a soul to move on is unknown, when she will find you again, she will never know. She lingered around your gravestone most nights, telling you quietly things about her day that you used to ask about. She asked you how you're doing, and was always greeted with silence.

"I hope the journey wasn't painful." She said quietly, leaning her head against the cold marble "You never had a good tolerance for pain."

She walked the streets, often scanning people's eyes to see if any of them could perhaps just bear the slightest resemblance to yours. She was fully aware that she sounded insane, and that she really just needed to move on but she couldn't. For some reason, your death stuck with her. Funeral 139. The funeral she wrote the longest entry for. The only person whose page was riddled with tear stains that made the words almost illegible at parts. Funeral 139, the funeral where she had to watch a mother grieve the loss of her child. The same mother who had just lost her father not too long ago now stands alone as she wept and screamed for the cursed skies to bring her back. Castorice could only watch from afar, unable to look up at the poor mother without feeling like she needed to throw up.

When she next saw you, your mother had already long passed too. She had begun her next journey, but you had already gotten a head start. She was making her journey out of Aidonia, stopping by a nearby village for some rest when she sees those eyes and she feels the same tug in her chest as when she first laid eyes on you that evening of your grandfather's passing. Rebirth, it was truly a foreign concept but she thinks it's real because nobody else has made her feel that way by an act as simple as eye contact. You held no recognition in your eyes, looking away as if she was just a stranger and to be fair- she was a stranger. You had never seen this woman in your life before but she's seen a version of you that you yourself never knew existed. An act as simple as walking down the streets, running a street stall, had her feeling like she had just seen the most magnificent act on this planet.

"Can I help you?"

You shot her a gentle smile, and she finally understood. There on your face was the same smile from years and years ago, the same smile under the cloudy snowy nights as you laid side by side. The same smile on a different face, the same soul inside that body waiting to be found again. She could only manage a smile back as she approached the stall you were working at. You hold out a loaf of bread, a worried look in your eyes.

"You look pale, ma'am. Have you eaten yet today? Would you like this loaf? We are closing soon, anyways."

Yeah, she had found you.

She found herself halting her journey to find Thanatos, spending time in this city that she didn't know the name of. Each day, she'd buy bread from your stall in the morning and you grew curious about the mysterious traveller.

"Morning." You smiled at her "Same as always?"

"Yes please."

As you moved to pick up the same loaf of bread, you couldn't help but shoot a curious glance. She looked at you in a way you couldn't fully decipher. It made you feel like she's someone you should've recognised, but you didn't.

"Hey, do I know you from somewhere?" You asked her bluntly as you wrapped the loaf in a piece of paper, tilting your head to side.

Her eyes widened slightly, before she let out a breathless laugh that masked something you hadn't yet understood.

"I don't believe we've met before." Castorice shook her head, but you saw the slight regret that still confuses you to no end. "I apologise, you may have mistaken me for someone else."

You let out a hum, knowing that you had never seen that woman in your life before. You hold out the loaf you had wrapped up, tilting your head to the side. She looked away, because it was getting all too familiar.

"I've never seen you before until recently. Did you move here?"

As she took the loaf of bread from you, she cleared her throat and you caught the small crack in her voice as she speaks.

"Not really, just stopping by."

"Where are you off to?"

Good question.

"We'll find out together, I suppose." She shot you a smile you don't quite get. You just furrowed your eyebrows at the confusing reply.

"You're an odd one." You said with a light chuckle "Will I see you tomorrow? Or will you go on your way?"

She really should have been going on her way, but she couldn't help herself. It's the same smile, it really is.

"I quite like it here. I may stay here for a bit longer."

She came to see you every morning. You learned her name, Castorice, and you quite enjoy the way it rolls off your tongue. You greeted her every morning with a smile, but you never talked much more. She held in her hands the history of you two, a history that you would never really grasp because you couldn't. It was the previous chapter that you had already left behind. To Castorice though, this was all one long never-ending story that she will have to flip through forever and ever. Watching as those she loves fades into dust, seeing them again as a new person with no recollection of what they once had. It was a pain that she never wished for anyone to feel, especially to have to see someone she cherished so dearly become only a stranger.

This time, you didn't die with a blade pierced through your chest. This time, you grew old. You passed your store down to the young girl who began to work under you maybe twenty years after Castorice arrived at your village.

"Whatever happened to your journey, Castorice?" You had poked fun of her one day. Castorice just laughed.

"My journey is not bound by time, nor am I."

You only laughed.

This time, you were happy. Castorice watched as you fell in love with this woman who ran the stall next to yours and if she hadn't experienced pain before she definitely did now. She recognised that look in your eyes and she wanted to punch herself for not recognising what that look meant back in your previous life. It was too familiar, the feeling of deja vu hitting her hard but it wasn't a smile for her. It was a smile for someone else.

Funeral 140, a funeral she would've liked to forget.

3. The Honouring

Though as she ventured on her journey to Okhema, she never would've thought that you were waiting for her. Each village she stopped by, she tried to catch a glimpse of you but was left disappointed. She found herself wondering, would she find the next version of you? Her question was answered when she finally arrived at her destination. In the baths where she met Aglaea, the familiar smile she had been searching for finally shows itself. You were standing next to red-haired girl who she would later learn is named Tribios, adorning a green robe. Chrysos Heir of Law, what a formal name. It seemed too formal, and if it weren't for those eyes she would've thought you were someone else entirely with the way you carried yourself. A scholar of Okhema, the judge who maintains order in the city. It seemed too big of a burden for someone who was previously a baker, and before that just someone's daughter. But now you stand at her level, having been chosen in this life and she couldn't help but feel hopeful- because this means you won't die now. This means she won't have to watch you slip through her fingers again, again and again. Her journey to Okhema, meeting various versions of you, each time attending your funeral has her prepared for the worst each time now. She never thought she would find a version of you that would actually be like her.

"It's nice to meet you, Castorice."

Even now when she thinks about it, it felt cruel. The way the universe made her watch one of the few people in her life who actually treated her like a human leave, only for them to come back as a complete stranger that only she can read from afar. You had held out your hand for her to shake, until it hit you and you pulled your hand back with a mildly embarrassed look on your face. Abashed, where you turn your head to the side to avoid looking at the person you just embarrassed yourself in front of and find the piece of tile on the ground next to you incredibly interesting. It is one of the traits you kept through your different lives and Castorice finds it evil how she can still read you like a book even after watching you encapsulate a different body every time. The same soul fills the shape, the same traits she cherishes will always leave and come back differently. She hates it, because why can't she just hold it close?

"It is nice to meet you too."

She isn't quite sure what took over her that night, where she found herself approaching you. You were sat with Algaea, head resting against your arm that was propped up as you took a sip from your glass. You didn't notice her immediately, Algaea having picked up on her presence before you did.

"Castorice, would you like to join us?"

She sat on the seat farthest from you two, but you had moved over to make space for her. You shot her a quick smile before going back to your conversation with Algaea, and all she could focus on is you. The words Chrysos Heirs, Black tide, Flame Chasers just bounced around her with no significant meaning. All she could focus on was you. You in all your glory, a shadow of the person she met centuries ago that she will see even in the darkest of the nights. You looked at her with a curious glance, a small smile gracing your lips.

"You alright?"

She nodded.

"Yes. Pardon me, you just looked really familiar."

You raised an eyebrow, setting your glass down.

"Have we met before?"

It's the same cycle, the same conversation every time. How this conversation unravelled used to change nothing, because at the end of the day you would still fade away and move on to the next stop. No matter how many times you came back, you could never stay.

"We haven't. You just remind me of someone I once knew." She said calmly.

4. The Final Farewell

Chrysos Heirs do not die. Chrysos Heirs were put in power for a reason, they are ageless. They maintain what is left of the remains of the Titans. Chrysos Heirs do not die.

She tells herself that over and over again, especially the night she found herself in another familiar setting with you siting next to her and her staring at you because there is no one like you.

"So you've met me before."

The two of you were sat in Garden of Life. Another evening where she can just focus on everything and nothing at once. All that sits there is you in all your glory, now finally at the same level as herself. She no longer fears having to lose you. If anything, the final farewell would be her bidding you goodnight.

"Yes."

You looked at her with an unreadable expression. She had been in Okhema for a while now, and though she hides herself from most due to her powers, she couldn't help but feel a tug from you. The first time you had actively tried to pull her in your direction since your first death. You stayed a foot or two away from her, but you were next to her.

"I can feel it." You said, smiling at her with those blank eyes of yours "There was an imbalance in me until you stepped in."

Those words stayed with her for a long time, and they're still stuck with her to this day. This day. The day that Mydei chooses to surrender himself to the Black Tide so he can fight back, buy them more time. Things took a turn for the worse. She knew it would be bad after the unexpected visitors from the sky, but the more turns they took the worse she felt. The same haunting feeling she hasn't felt since your last death almost a century ago is back, and she is terrified.

Things were good, things were what she wanted. You would smile at her and she would feel like the world was finally letting her get what she wanted. You were two feet away and that is the closest you've ever been, and she was not about to let you slip through her fingers once more.

But it does, it always does.

"You can't do that."

"There's no choice."

"It's suicide!"

"It's what I have to do!"

Because she was letting you slip away this time. With the most recent events unfolding, she would have to go with the Trailblazer to the Underworld and she knows what that means. She knew what would follow and you aren't dense. She couldn't look you in the eyes because she will finally see the same look on your face, the same look she sees every time she looks in the mirror. When discussing what someone is most afraid of facing the fact that they are losing a loved one, it may be forgetting their voice, their scent, their face. But what about seeing the face you are so used to seeing every time you look in the mirror reflected on your beloved's face? The fear, anxiety and restlessness that one grows used to as just 'being a part of them' is reflected on someone else and you see how shattering it is to have to inflict this pain upon someone else. Castorice can only look away, because seeing herself reflected on you is too much.

"Was this ending not good enough?"

Your words were selfish.

"I lost you one hundred and forty times, you do not get to hurt about losing me."

Her words had a bite to them; they were even more selfish, if anything.

"You get me coming back every time!" You snapped, taking a step forward only to stop when you noticed her taking one back. Out of fear, not of you, but of embedding her curse on you. "You aren't coming back."

It was one thing to know that you finally love her back, it was another thing to know she cannot have it forever.

"It's not within my control."

You looked away, blinking away tears. You guys already had your story written out in a book you do not understand, engraved in the skies as the path you are destined to take. It is the unwavering truth, it is the stone that crushes the soul.

"How long until you leave?"

"Two hours."

"Then allow me to accompany you for the last time."

It hurt, to know that you had to finally accept the harsh reality of letting her go. The pain that she had to endure for however many years it has been, it was finally your turn. She never wanted you to feel this way, but she also never wanted to experience the same loss again. She watched you contemplate, she watched your hand twitch as you fight the urge to hold her face for the first and last time. Instead, you heaved out a sigh so heavy it was like the weight of the sky itself had just been set on your shoulders.

The final farewell came in the form of the day they departed Okhema to Styxia. The day the Flame Reaver ambushed. Outside the gates of the Nether Realm, deep in Styxia. You were hidden, you were supposed to be safe. Cipher had already bidden farewell and you were supposed to be on your way but it came. You brandished your blade, narrow and thin, and it stood no chance against the beast before you. The final farewell was to ensure the Flame Reaver did not take your core flame. It cannot take it if the host itself is already dead. Castorice cannot die. She sees the thoughts running through your head. Like a quick time event, time slows down. She watches your eyes dart from the Flame Reaver, to her, to the blade in your hand. It wants your core flame. It will lose if-

"No, don't you dare-"

Before she can even shout the words out, you drop your blade. The Flame Reaver lunges for you, and you tackle her through the gates of the Nether Realm. She feels it for the first time. She feels your arms around her. She feels your calloused hands on her back, your warmth against her cold, icy body. She feels it all, and she knows this is the final farewell. She can only let out a shuddering gasp. Your lips graze her neck, pressing a tender kiss against it. Right under her ear, a soft sensation.

"I love you."

It is the first time you said it out loud. Because these three words can be said without any words, it can be shown through the way you sit next to her through the depths of the evening and it can be seen in the way you look at her. But to hear it is entirely different. To hear it is to accept it. To accept it, it is what makes it so hard to let go.

You had already faded into ash in her arms by the time her back crashes against the ground of the Nether Realm. And she surprises herself with her own silence as her arms remained up, hugging the ghost of what was her lover. How cruel it is, that the last time she gets to hold her lover is also the first time. The final farewell came in a field of flowers that bloom from the souls of the departed, where for the first time, they do not wilt in her proximity.