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Let Me Bloom against You - Part II - Kindred by Deviance and Affliction -

My rump resting on your muscular thighs, legs apart on either side of your broad hips, I feel the heat growing where our skins meet, our veins pulsing against each other. Heart pounding heavily, I slip my fingers through your wild, ebony hair, stroking your scalp with wonder and rapture. Your head lowers serenely, drawing close to mine. Yet, I sense a remaining tension in your burly frame, likely stemming from a deep-seated loathing and a justified resentment against my kind. I understand that… Such brutal, cold-hearted treatments are not easy to pardon and move past, even more so when the other side shows little or no remorse.

I know my form may recall exploitation, suffering, and injustice to you, but I plead with you to give me a chance. Look past those outward similarities, and allow my flesh to entwine with yours. Let my fingers drift on those sculpted cheekbones, your piercing, unwavering gaze daunting me as usual. I tremble from the fear it stirs within me, but I am not deterred, as I love the curious blend you always manage to spark inside me. It makes me shiver, your massive hands wrapped around my waist sensing it, a faint smirk shaping on your face, suggesting you might have lowered your strong walls at last. I am unsure. Still, despite those lingering doubts, I place my palms on your abdomen, your stare tailing my hesitant move, returning to mine with a glint of surmised desire—your vague smile twisting into a frank grin.

A fierce warmth instantly arises in my loins, my lips now shyly exhaling lust, its strength soon overtaking me, steering my hands down to those long, hardening rods expanding between my parted legs. I brush them through the fabric of your clothes, your webbed palms frenziedly seizing my bottom’s curves in a snarl, squeezing them before yanking my hips close to yours. The striking firmness I feel against my soft, slick flower makes me gasp, my head reflexively drooping, trying to hide the extent of my arousal. But your thick finger thwarts its descent, raising my chin, forcing me to hold that gaze with you, the gleam in your eyes glaringly pointing it out to me, leaving no room for misinterpretation—you have made it out—I am not like them…

A stillness settles between us, stretching, dimming everything around and then, your hands savagely dart all over me, stripping off all the pieces of clothing hindering you from immediate contact with my frail skin. You lay me bare naked on your thighs within seconds, tearing some of my clothes on the passage, shifting to remove yours in turn so we could finally touch each other, skin to skin.

Panting, heaving in the raw, I savor the sight of your exposed, enthralling form, our carnal intimacy leaving me hankering for more of you. As though you scented my craving, you seize one of my breasts with greed, your other hand enfolding my hips, its thumb crawling to my groin. I hummed in pleasure as it edges further, the fluids of my drenched folds trickling in the crease between your thighs, setting off a quiet puff of delight from your threatening mouth. Your head cocked then, beckoning me to come closer with a slight jerk, my hips languidly responding, moving over your two god-like shafts. I glance at them in apprehension, my hands clasping your wide shoulders for support, feeling your gills in my palms, your feral locks brushing my fingers. You’re holding me spellbound, aching for more, and this, despite my dread…

A near silence surrounds us—only the sound of my breasts rising and falling in arousal is to be heard, seemingly enchanting you as you remain motionless, leering at them with lecherous eyes. You lean in after a moment, easing your head aside mine, pausing next to my ear where you release a guttural exhale that warms me, an ambiguous rumbling following, drawing out. Eyes fluttering, my head tilts heavily aside from the tingles it brings. And as soon as it fades, your large hands grab my hips, guiding them down, my swollen lips spreading as they meet the smooth crown of your topmost cock. I lurch forward at its touch, my head landing into your chest, my demure moans caressing your thick skin while you gently rock your hips back and forth. You’re filling me and stretching me, bracing me for a deeper fullness I’ve never known, making me reel within your grip, my hands wildly clutching your back—the feel of your scars reminding me how much I long to alleviate these wounds inside you, my heart twinging with regret and indignation. But the moment you drive that fierce thrust into me, all of it vanishes outright with the suggestive groan I expel over your taut skin.

Eager for more, your mild bumping grows harsher and your pace increases. It hurts at first, my hips flinching away, trying to pull back a little, but as your hands force them into place, pinned by your girthy manhood, it slowly becomes ecstatic. Flushed by dizzying prickles of rapture, I cling to your neck, my face nestling into your black mane, your divine salty-musky scent swamping my nose, turning my soft, indecent whimpers into warm, lustful moans. No sooner have they blown against your neck than one of your massive, enveloping hands cups my nape, the other gliding over my lower back—both of them drawing me close to you, my face burying deeper into your locks. There, I hide from the oppressors, basking in your protective embrace—each of your thrusts healing over those wounds inside me, leaving a scar that will remind me forever who has ventured to mend me into the imperial lands. Unlike them, you have looked beyond—perceiving valuable essence where humans could only see waste. You’re holding me tight, as if precious as ever, granting me a consuming pleasure no human could ever have been potent enough to give me, nor would any have esteemed me worthy of such. You’re banging what they had spit on and disparage incessantly—for reasons only dogmatic and homogenizing humans could reckon justified—bestowing me the privilege of your mighty, singular touch.

I wallow between your grip now, squirming in delight, passionately kissing your chest and skimming it with my inner lower lip. You rumble from this sensual caress, your hand on my hips trailing down to my intimate area where your large fingers trace around. They tease me, your webbing sometimes brushing my skin, until they plunge for my tense nub, pressing it and stroking it, wringing even more fluids that trickle along your engorged shaft. Through my explicit moans, I writhe and rub against your hefty frame, my head eventually landing over your shoulder, perceiving through my leaden eyelids, their revolted, haughty stare fixed on us. Feeling a resurfacing dread, I recline, seeking your eyes, only to find impish glee in them, your sharp teeth bared with jubilation, convincing me all the more to let those scornful, imperious glares rot in their skewed, narrow-minded mold.

As I ignore them, our gazes sink deeper into each other’s, your rhythm gradually slowing down before you stop completely. Your eyes flicker from side to side into mine, glinting with pride and gratification—well-nigh bewitched. But then, your head twitches fitfully, your jaws clamping shut as if you were trying to fight back something fierce. A deep, growled sigh escapes through your clenched teeth, your imposing chest rising and falling. You stir on your chair, by turns grasping my hips and then, in what I least expected, your head briskly tilts and rushes to my face, your mouth engulfing mine, your tongue breaking into it with blazing hunger. Resistless and lightheaded, I welcome it as it voraciously weaves with mine, your strong hips resuming their harsh pounding through this wild kiss. Eagerly, one of your hands clutches my lower back, the other clasping my nape, its fingers threading through my fine hair. I shiver from it, my hands cupping your threatening jaws, gently pulling you closer, your pointed teeth tingling my lips and tongue, but even so, I follow your dance with heat and appetite, as I adore the stinging feel of it.

They can watch us indulging all they want, loathing us, judging us—I don’t care. Their scorn slides off my skin like water glides off you when you cut through it with your fish-man speed. I’ve never belonged to their world, they have cast me aside—reminding me at my every move how insufficient I am, how much different I am, and how much I’ll never be human despite my endeavor. At your side, I can let myself be, since there’s no point in struggling toward humanity within your hold. Let me grow within your grip, let me soothe your wounds through lust and tenderness. Let me bloom against you—each of my petals glistening under your touch, becoming yours as you caress them with your alluring, webbed shark hands…

- Shall the power of the seas carry my words through the depths of the oceans, and reach to you -

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Let Me Bloom against You - Part I - The Cry in the Looming Imperial Lands -

I long for your touch, I long for your breath… I long for your hands to lift me from the emptiness into which humanity has cast me, shattering my perception of my own worth. I crave to feel the firmness of your arms behind my back, pulling me close to you, delivering me from the cruelty of a world that delights in afflicting me—convincing me that I deserve it, that I was made for it, and that I sought it.

My soul has been crushed, and my insides are scorching. I scream and shriek, but it only makes things worse—besides, no one can hear me, nor do they wish to, as I remain the toxic, spiteful creature everyone flees.

I have begged for this agony to vanish, but it is firmly ingrained in every part of me. Even more, I have come to believe I am responsible for it, and despite my endeavor to change the situation, it prevailed, tormenting me.

Foolishly, I hope… I yearn for you to disregard my human form and see the essence that lies within, revealing a soul likely as marred as yours.

Take me… Hold me… Hold me, and you may feel something you have never experienced before. A warmth will bloom inside me as you draw my small breasts against your firm, rugged chest, my hand instinctively coming to rest on it, savoring the silkiness of your thick skin. It may unsettle you at first, tempting you to withdraw, but I implore you to stay.

Let my bare, fragile skin give you comfort, let my breaths of relief flow through your feral hair—let them soothe the greatness you embody. I can be yours… if only you let me …

On a meaningful day...

-  From one of those we call the lost girls – 

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Midnight lure

-- From my collection: Flawed Fragments of an Insomniac --

Despite her swelling exhaustion, she had risen from her bed, her desire guiding her into that narrow hallway, prevailing over her fear. With her bare feet, she edged toward the forbidden door, the hem of her light, flowing dress brushing her ankles at each step. It was as if an entity on the other side was calling her, making her heart pound louder and faster as she approached, its pulse throbbing down to her loins. She was nearly there, about a foot separating her hands from the knob, when a scent bewitched her cold little nose. Her eyes closed instantly, dizziness arising, and while she was savoring the moment, she felt a touch grazing her forearm.

Swamped by a sudden meld of dread and lust, she opened her eyes and pivoted, her gaze meeting his dark, glimmering one. Instinctively, she stepped back, swallowing hard through her tightened throat while he was prowling toward her, ensnaring her frail figure between him and the wooden door behind her. Chest heaving frantically, she didn’t dare to move, and even less when he thumped his knee into the door, forcing her legs apart. Slowly, he lifted his large thigh, pressing against her soft, intimate flower, her mouth releasing faint, exhaled moans, spurring him to bend, bringing his face close.

Gazes locked, he leered at her for an instant, guttural growls rumbling from his threatening mouth. She trembled at it, yet a visceral surge pushed her to nuzzle his sculpted jaws with her now, warm human nose…

- Following the soft murmurs of the saw shark, it came out -

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Appetite in fright

-- From my collection: Flawed Fragments of an Insomniac --

Eyes fixed on my barely clothed figure, I sense your hankering growing as you prowl around me. From behind, I hear your heavy breathing approaching, your head soon looming over me, halting close. The pause is unbearable—frightening. Warily, I turn my neck, but your arm sweeps me off, slipping under mine and over my breasts, your other hand gripping my intimate area at once to lift me, tossing me onto your colossal bed with a careless motion. Rolling onto my back, I try to compose myself after your wild maneuver, gazing at you in dread and desire, noticing that you’re rushing toward me like a predator over its prey. Your eyes are filled with hunger—a hunger for my flesh as a satisfying meal, but it might be for even more.

The mattress yields under the weight of your bewitching legs, edging as I slide backward to the headboard of your bed. What a foolish move, since you are undeniably faster than I, and you always succeed in catching me despite my futile attempts to escape from you. Instinctively, I consider fleeing, but I am promptly thwarted by my rational mind, which has comprehended how worthless it is, whereas its naughty sister begs me to stay still and wait for your fierce, lecherous touch.

Eagerly, you seize my slender ankles and drag me close to you, a shriek of terror breaking from my lips at once. You shush me with a glint of desire in your eyes and a smug grin on your lips as you caress my flanks with your large hands, lulling me into believing I shouldn’t fear any harm. While I shudder under your palms, you push on with your assuaging gestures, though it’s completely fruitless on my apprehensive mind.

Trembling, I perceive a fresh ravenous gleam in your gaze, and before I could muse on it, your matchless hands tear through my shirt, ripping my lace-overlay bra as well, exposing my frail, feminine breasts to your longing eyes. Upon a frenzied snarl, you do the same with my skimpy shorts and those lace undies you have chosen for me, revealing a slick, swollen cunt that aches for your skillful fingers.

Bare and resistless, I welcome your warm, spicy breath over my lower abdomen, bracing myself for what is coming. My body arches, serving as a signal for you to push further, your strong and firm tongue then dampening my sensitive skin while I meet the grazing strokes of your nose.

Inevitably, my lungs are flooded by erratic, heavy breaths, intensifying as your powerful tongue glides toward my lady flower, teasingly brushing its bud before pressing against it with hunger. I am sweating, shivering, and reeling under its adeptness, my body succumbing to it with bewilderment.

While my reason struggles to deter me from abandoning myself to your compelling caresses, my hands reach for your brawny, sculpted arms, which you had positioned on each side of my haunches to support yourself. The feel of their thick flesh reminds me of how tough and hardy you are, arousing me with their singular, enticing maleness.

I am submitted to the greatness of your kind, devotedly wearing that silver collar around my vulnerable neck that makes me yours. I obey your commands with deference, delighting you and sating your craving for power over humankind. You feed on that sensation as I surrender to your enrapturing caresses—your tongue eagerly pressing on the flesh between my petals and bud, wrenching sharp gasps of lust from my mouth, which only spurs you to nibble on those full lips, making me moan in pain and pleasure.

Chest heaving and fingers dug into your arms, I arch against your mouth, feeling my folds drenching with a relentless flow, realizing with shame and bemusement—I love those stinging bites…

- A lustful whisper for the enthralling saw shark -

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The Saw Shark's Floral Treasure - Chapter 2 - Those Little Human Hands

-- From my fanfiction on AO3 --

More than two months after posting my first chapter, here's chapter 2, and I'll never say it enough—thanks to you, readers, who give me the privilege of being read despite the flawed, substandard work I deliver.

The Saw Shark’s Floral Treasure (21999 words) by ScarredBloom Chapters: 2/? Fandom: One Piece (Live Action TV 2023), One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex Relationships: Arlong (One Piece)/Original Character(s), Original Character(s)/Original Character(s) Characters: Arlong (One Piece), Kuroobi (One Piece), Chew (One Piece), Arlong Pirates (One Piece), Original Character(s) - Character Additional Tags: smut with plot, Submission/Domination, Humiliation, Dubious Consent, enslavement, Infertility, Embracing teratosexuality, Creature Fucking, Fish-men are cunningly conquering the human world you just don’t know it, Arlong acting like a real asshole, Arlong is brutal and cruel but he'll eventually reveal himself to be more than that, Another girl who’s been simping for that enthralling creature Summary: Fishmen in our present world? I hope you’re ready for it. After all, humans do not have the technologies nor the proper apparatus to explore the deepest depth of the seas…so far. Or is it only what the big heads want the average Joe to believe? Dive into the story of a woman who will trade her life to avoid another one from being a nightmare, sending herself into the jaws of the lewd and hungry Arlong who’s resolved to keep his grip on her. As time goes by, she’ll face Arlong’s craving for a dark and cruel revenge over humankind, but she’ll also face his unquenchable thirst for her, leading her to embrace an inhibited side of herself.

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Mommy knew nothing about the Fish-men in the house

-- Life Snippet --

Yesterday, I recalled this one from my daughter because she has recently updated me on the situation.

(‘Cause we all know I’m just a mother who knows nothing about what’s happening in the house!)

About a month ago, I was putting my daughter to bed, snuggling her into her comforter, when she asked me with a broad smile, “Mommy, where’s Arlong?”

Astounded and puzzled by her question, I blurted, “Wha…What do you mean?”

“When night falls, Arlong comes to sleep in the stairs, Mommy!” she exclaimed, her smile spreading even more across her face.

Of course, Mommy! Everyone knows that! Duh!

“And why does he sleep there?” I asked her, bracing myself for her answer.

“Because that’s the way it works, Mommy!” she expressed with a laugh.

I stared at her, hardly stifling my laugh, and then, I kissed her forehead, wishing her goodnight.

And then, yesterday, she came up with this one…

Once again, I was putting her to bed, and when I was about to leave for the night, “Mommy? You left some warm blankets on the bed in the basement, hmm?”

One more time, I was confused. “The bed is always made in the basement, sweet pea. Why are you asking this?”

“’Cause Jinbe sleeps in the basement,” she affirmed with a cute grin.

I crossed my arms and gazed at her curiously, “And Arlong got nothing but the stairs to sleep?”

“No, he’s sleeping on the sofa, now,” she revealed proudly.

I smirked at her response and wished her goodnight, grateful for my little girl’s endless imagination.

…

And hoping the two fish-men wouldn’t fight during the night.

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The Saw Shark's Floral Treasure - Chapter 1 - The Catch

-- From my fanfiction on AO3 --

So…although I posted the first chapter of this work a long time ago on AO3, I think it belongs here among the rest of my flawed works, especially since it took up most of my spare time for two months.

What’s more, it gives me an opportunity to plaster another pic of the great saw shark in my river of posts.

The Saw Shark’s Floral Treasure (10629 words) by ScarredBloom Chapters: 1/? Fandom: One Piece (Live Action TV 2023), One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex Relationships: Arlong (One Piece)/Original Character(s), Original Character(s)/Original Character(s) Characters: Arlong (One Piece), Kuroobi (One Piece), Chew (One Piece), Arlong Pirates (One Piece), Original Character(s) - Character Additional Tags: smut with plot, Submission/Domination, Humiliation, Dubious Consent, enslavement, Infertility, Embracing teratosexuality, Creature Fucking, Fish-men are cunningly conquering the human world you just don’t know it, Arlong acting like a real asshole, Arlong is brutal and cruel but he'll eventually reveal himself to be more than that, Another girl who’s been simping for that enthralling creature Summary: Fishmen in our present world? I hope you’re ready for it. After all, humans do not have the technologies nor the proper apparatus to explore the deepest depth of the seas…so far. Or is it only what the big heads want the average Joe to believe? Dive into the story of a woman who will trade her life to avoid another one from being a nightmare, sending herself into the jaws of the lewd and hungry Arlong who’s resolved to keep his grip on her. As time goes by, she’ll face Arlong’s craving for a dark and cruel revenge over humankind, but she’ll also face his unquenchable thirst for her, leading her to embrace an inhibited side of herself.

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Foretaste of Christmas

-- Life Snippet --

No matter what I did to avoid it, I got sick right before Christmas… But like, really fucking sick to make it the worst. And when it hit me on the first day, I saw a Meme GIF of the iconic scene of Hades, but I can’t find it anymore! Ugh, it annoys me! The text was just so perfect, but in short, it says something like :

‘Christmas is coming, I haven’t wrapped any gifts, everyone’s getting sick, and I’m having a breakdown, but…’ 

This was just perfect timing to stumble upon this and to top it off, it was Hades. It felt like a balm for what I was enduring because, at that time, I was experiencing the worst of my virus, at least I hope.

That being said…

This is what Christmas is probably going to look like this year…

(If I can freaking recover!)

My little daughter was slightly upset the other day though I don’t remember the reason (the usual child mini-frustration).

With arms overly crossed, she was staring at me with a lowered head and narrowed eyes, groaning as best as she could for her age to express her anger. But when I told her to make her shift, “I bet you can’t wait for Christmas to come”, it suddenly kindled the expected intrigued look on her face. “Will you want to help mommy find her Arlong pictures hidden all around the house—"

« YEEEEEEEAAAH! » she cut me off with such enthusiasm.

Her reaction was so cute, as much as the one she had when she discovered she could help me find my hidden fish-men pictures on my birthday this year. (Nothing graphic in either case, of course.)

Still, once again, I felt concerned about how my interest in fish-men and Arlong was rubbing off on her despite myself, and how much of a bad mom that might make me. She’s so curious, it would be so hard to hide and fake everything. And now I have a little daughter who would like to have a little fish-men of her age as a friend. I can’t help it; I just think it’s adorable. But since I have poor reasoning skills, I’ll probably be judged as an insane, awful mom by the masses.

Still, I took a risk and dove, whatever it might imply…

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Unintented Addiction

-- From my collection: Flawed Fragments of an Insomniac --

My dizzying devotion to you could smell insane and destructive to most human noses, but it has tasted like emancipation for me since I have embraced who I have always been under your unintended guidance. It wasn’t sought nor planned for me, yet it inevitably happened, drawing me to yearn for your flesh and mind.

With a powerful, unexplainable magnetism, you have driven me into docility, and made me ache for your alluring physical attributes, while being enthralled by your inner singularities.

I yearn to slip my hands into your wild ebony locks, considering it a privilege, as its sensation under my phalanges engenders a waving warmth in my lower abdomen, one that evinces how much control and power you have over me.

I am incessantly craving for the feel of your flesh under the palm of my hands or against my frail, vulnerable breast. The one you said was too small, yet you learn to appreciate and savor with your webbed hands and the deepest depths of your mouth. Sure it would be painful with those teeth grazing my thin skin, but as you remove yourself from me, I would be proud to bear those singular, cherished marks, making me yours as I whispered in your ears, “More, my captain…”

- One more dive for the great saw shark -

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Le Petit Chalet de Noël 7 Spécial Crossover: Alice dans sa chaussette. The Little Christmas Cottage 7 Special Crossover: Alice in her sock.

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For the curious ones...

— Who I am —

As you have probably witnessed, I’m a non-native person who struggles with English. I’ve always loved to write, but I just don’t happen to have the right first language to share my thoughts and stories with an extensive audience. I spare no effort to progress, yet my learning pace is very slow and remains quite hindering.

Even so, I persevere, and what I share here serves as a means of practice and improvement as I work towards a more solid English for a project I’ve been outlining.

(I know, I’m a foolish dreamer…)

So yes, it might not suit everyone to read a learner’s exercises, if not to say, a scant number of people, if not a few.

— What I like —

My recent obsession (for about a year now): Arlong.

So yes, he’s gonna be significantly present in my posts, if not insanely so in the eyes of so many.

Food: Sushis, Rice ramen noodles with fish or tofu and a lot of veggies, Salads of so many kinds, Fruits, Lemon panettone (Although it hurts, it’s worth it once in a while)

TV Series / Movies: One Piece, The Strain, Good Omens, The Mandalorian, The Simpsons, South Park, Mad Max movies, Deadpool movies, Venom movies, Borderland (Even though I feel they could have done better, Munteanu nailed it as Krieg for me, and that’s what matters the most to me. I truly enjoyed playing that character in the video game; he’s one of a kind you never forget.)

Hobbies: Writing, Playing video games, Workout of all kinds, Walking in the woods, Watching TV Series and movies (with my cat on my lap), Reading (really occasionally).

Others (cute): Chi, Hello Kitty, Asami-Chan, Cats, Fennec.

Others: Creatures, Warm baths, Steaming showers, Soft fluffy bed throws, Candles that smell damn good.

Don’t be shy and don’t hesitate to contact me if you feel like it

My door is always open