#( && outrageous when i move my body.

[anantaru]

js had this thought, imagine capitano but in his delusion form fucking you man. the thought of it js makes me lose my mind like imagine how huge that shit would be bro

cw. monster[fu]cking, fem! reader + since we don't know how his delusion form would look like, I decided to describe it in my own way (and added horns because I'm a sucker for those).

as a man with an already remarkable size as capitano had ordinarily, his delusion form left no space for any imagination.

he was vast and enormous but there was more than that, a lot more.

drawn with two massive horns that were spiking out of his head, he seemed ethereal and every touch, every lick of his tongue or kiss with his lips was warm, burning and stiffening your muscles.

though his eyes held nothing more than an unilluminated darkness gently fading over his entire irises.

the lust that was consuming him would also mirror his touch on you, more than enough for his breathing alone to fill the room with a heated coil, his stomach glowing with the light amount of sweat embedded over them.

aside from this, you weren't sure how long you'd be able to keep your legs spread like this, after all, he was beckoning you to split them further, please, a little more, just enough so he could drag a couple more inches into you.

your noises might‘ve been his most dearest, how you assured him that yes, "it‘s too much." but no, "don‘t stop." and archons, how easy your words were falling into one another, your cries and whimpers, your tears showing him that it indeed felt amazing, so fucking good it had your state of mind turn into a current of hazy, filthy thoughts.

the next thing you noticed was how heavy it felt inside, how limb you already had gotten or the state your body was currently in, the constant shaking over your muscles to fight the overstimulation or how involuntarily you tightened around him, limbly clasping your weak legs around his broad body.

it wasn't an easy task to keep him in, to gain control over your bracing muscles on your heat, as well as tempering yourself to let the reasonable amount of pain fleet away.

the outrage in it, or how capitano seemed— like he was about to pass out from how hard his cock was, how the rushing blood in it further amplified his helpless state, how feral and absurd to have himself this vulnerable in front of your eyes, for you to see and indulge in.

you're reduced to nothing but trembling as he gently worked his cock head back and forth your hole, his red, swollen tip violently splattering his seed across your pussy.

even though it was merely his pre, it had you drenched and flodded with his warm cum— as you were thinking just how his real load would stuff you full if capitano would keep going like this.

you're trying to be open for him, though failing and he realized, of course he did.

it's how you were turning tighter, or maybe it was him getting bigger, even so, capitano pulled one of his large hands down to your throbbing cunt to place a finger on top of your clit, greedily pushing past the flesh to reach the sensitive jolts.

your hips moved up at the sensing, further when he increasingly rubbed you, ferociously patting and pinching your little clit while he simultaneously drove himself an inch more, so that he was now almost half way in, recognizing your warm walls swallowing him more and more.

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[elliesmainhoe]

Ellie Williams Headcanon: Knight!Ellie X Princess!reader

My Masterlist

She loves how smart you are, she's seen you at the war councils, with your father, the king. She loves the way you look at the map on the large table, moving pieces around the map like chess, explaining different tactics.

Due to you being heir to the throne, you had a choice of who your head guard would be. Of course you chose Ellie.

Her favourite task was having to guard your door at knight, she took first watch which meant that you were still asleep when her shift was over. She would slip into your room quietly and slip into your bed

Slow shuffling woke you up from your unconscious state, you finally opened your eyes when the large queen sized bed dipped slightly from a new weight.

"hmm, Ells, s'that you" you muttered

"yeah baby s'just me, go back to sleep angel..."

"mhm," you reply wrapping your arms of her shoulders and nuzzling into her neck.

Literally so in love with you, she constantly sends you heart eyes from across the room

Everyone knows about you and Ellie.

Even your dad, but he's glad that it's Ellie, not some untrustworthy man + no chance of unwanted pregnancy.

So my man's chill with it.

She thinks your so gorgeous, she loves when you go out in the courtyard, roaming around, stroking horses and picking flowers.

When you give her freshly picked flowers ❤️

And she teared up when you made her a flower crown.

Shes 100% friends with all the palaces animals. Scary guard dog? No soft puppy. Large stallion? No pony.

You think it's so endearing.

She loves doing your hair, since hers has to be short so it doesn't get in the way during combat. She's so good at it too, can do the most intricate braids and updos.

Since being assigned your personal guard, she doesn't have to really leave for battles anymore. Thank God.

Teaches you how to use weapons. You're useless at sword wielding but so good at archery.

Loves dressing you up, opening the large closet of beautiful, beaded, flowy dresses and golden, bejewelled tiaras. You're a life size doll for her.

When I mean she gets on her knees any time, she does. To bow to you and other things 😏

She's such a sweetheart. Just is so considerate. Your walking through the garden and you get caught on a prickly bush? picks you up immediately. And tells the landscaper to sort it out lmao.

Going on horse rides together through the forest 😍

When she's sparring with the other knights and she looks over to see you watching.

You swooning when you look at her win a duel

When she walks towards you forehead sweaty and a bloody nose, smirking because the other guys out cold on the floor.

Your throne was smaller in stature than your father's, standing slightly to the left of his, your mother's on his right.

Shes stood next to you, looking intimidating towards the lord's that gathered Infront of you.

Your face was expressionless, cold even as different lords and common folk told you and your parents about the goings-on in the kingdom.

Your voice was harsh and commanding, giving your opinions and orders.

A young man began to approach you outraged at something that you had said.

His hand traveled to his holster, trying to grab his sheathed weapon. But before his hand could reach it, it was detached from his body.

"You come any closer to the princess and I will cut of your tongue and throw you in the cellar to rot, you traitor-bastard"

You looked at Ellie, her face was stone cold, outraged at the audacity he had to threaten you, the princess, her princess.

A small smile graced your lips, as you looked at the girls blood splattered face, ignoring the screaming man who was now being dragged, with his disembodied hand to be punished for treason elsewhere.

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It turned kinda dark at the end there 😅 but I hope you liked it. Requests are open btw

Part 2

[ultra-violet-heart]

The Story of Joel Who Fell In Love With His Junior Knight

This is a bonus short story written by Touko Amekawa with for 7th Time Loop Volume 6! It’s set on Rishe's 6th loop, when she was still a knight, and her senior, Joel, who fell in love with her during that life.

Disclaimer: This translation is made by me for fandom purposes only. This unofficial translation is not affiliated with the official 7th Time Loop franchise. All rights reserved for 7th Time Loop to its respective committees, committee members, staff, author and rights holders.

The bonus short story can be found in Touko Amekawa's 7th Time Loop Shousetsuka ni Narou blog!

I’m posting my Ko-Fi here as currently, I’ve been having financial troubles, so if anyone can donate, I would be much grateful for the help, thank you very much.

***

"Joel?"

That day, Joel, who went silent after realizing an outrageous truth, was called by Lucius, who was with him in the same room.

"......"

This was Joel's junior knight, who joined their order six months ago.

Joel, the youngest child of a family with an older brother and an older sister, had joined the knights' order earlier than was customary. For as long as he could remember, he was surrounded by people usually older than him, and this junior is the only 'junior who was close to him in age'.

"Lucius. You."

"?"

Sitting on the bed, Lucius' head tilted in confusion, that short coral hair swaying.

Lucius' round eyes were fringed by long eyelashes, those very eyes tinted emerald, akin to wet glass beads. Those were similar to the color of the eyes of the neighborhood cat Joel used to nap with.

"......"

Putting down everything he wanted to say at first, in the meantime, Joel continued to talk.

"It's fine if you're taking over cleaning the baths every day, but after this, you're not allowed to go there this late. Got it?"

"Huh?! Oh, I'm sorry! Since I was about to take a bath, too, and cleaning would take some time... am I too noisy every time I go back here?"

"Yeah. Right. That disturbs me while I'm sleeping, so go there when I'm awake."

"Yes! I'll pay attention from now on!"

Lucius nodded vigorously while Joel nodded back in assent.

"You can go there right now as all our seniors should have finished bathing already. Also, any individual sword practice shouldn't be done at night, but at mornings."

"Understood! Joel, let's do our best getting up early tomorrow, too!"

"Huh. Don't want that."

"Hehe."

As Joel clearly expressed his refusal, Lucius laughed amusedly for some reason. Just like that, while they were talking, Lucius briskly moved, getting a towel and a change of clothes.

"Well, then, I'll go take a bath and clean up!"

Leaving the room, Lucius' footsteps and presence slowly faded away.

Sitting on the chair next to their bunk beds with a thud, Joel pondered over understanding his current situation.

(―――That person is a girl, huh.)

He planned to erase from memory all the events leading to this conclusion.

Instead of sitting upright on the chair, Joel's body slid sideways, his head resting against the wall, his eyes now closed.

(Even though cleaning the baths was supposedly a rostered task. I now understand why Lucius kept saying incomprehensible things like, "It's part of my training!" and volunteering to do that alone every day...)

She would go to their training grounds and practice very early in the morning, and would prepare for missions faster than anyone else. However, that would be the best possible way to cover up her changing clothes in the dressing room.

"Ah―――..."

For the first time in his life, Joel let out what would call a "sigh". Up to that point in his life, such worries were previously irrelevant to him.

(...I don't really care whether she's a man or a woman...)

Even though he thought like that, the moment he realized Lucius was a girl, he broke into a cold sweat underneath his clothes.

His heart thundered greatly, beating louder than it usually did after battles.

(Damn you, Captain. You knew all along yet you placed her in the same room as me, you bastard.)

Before Lucius joined their knights' order, Joel stayed in that room alone.

Then enter the newcomer, the delicate-looking and small Lucius.

Six months have passed since then, and as his new junior never showed signs of building muscle nor growing taller, he felt he finally solved that mystery.

(Lucius said she was originally a noble, but she got exiled by her family due to various reasons. If that was the case, because she couldn't travel easily due to her being a young woman, she disguised herself as a young man? ...Even so, why become a knight? I don't get it.)

She's really a big enigma, he thought.

Joel's only junior is someone whose thoughts and behavior are completely unreadable.

("Lucius" is probably not her real name.)

He was sure she was known with a different name as a girl.

(It's odd things like this make my heart flutter. It doesn't matter whatever her name is.)

Unsure of what he was thinking, Joel continued sulking alone.

(She should call herself the name she wants to be called with. It's likely her alias is similar to her real name, too...)

While he was thinking of whimsical things like that, it seemed like some time has passed.

There was a knock on the door, and Joel's eyes widened.

"It's me, Lucius!"

"...What?"

He stood up to open the door and found Lucius standing there, out of breath, her hair so wet that it looked like water was still dripping from there.

"...Too fast. What's the matter? You usually take longer to...?"

"If I bath too late, you'll have less time to sleep, Joel..."

"......"

That "sleep disturbance" he told Lucius earlier wasn't actually a big deal at all.

The building where Joel and the other lower-ranked knights lived in was far from where the baths were located. Just when lights are put out, the area on the way gets pitch black with no people around.

(I know she is a girl, so I lied to her as I didn't want her walking in the dark after taking a bath. That's all.)

Lucius turned to Joel with a very serious look on her face, then said,

"I've finished cleaning the baths completely! From now on, I won't be too noisy, so please, sleep well, Joel!"

(She went in a rush for my sake...)

Joel thought for a moment, then prompted Lucius to enter the room.

"...I'll dry your hair occasionally, so come here, 'Lu'."

"Joel? 'Lu', you say... perhaps..."

The junior he had been calling "Lucius" up to now widened her eyes in shock.

"Your name. 'Lucius' is too long, and it's tricky to pronounce."

It was another lie.

However, Joel didn't let it show on on his face and continued.

"From now on, I'll call you Lu. That's your nickname."

"A nickname..."

"All right? I won't call you anything other than that."

As he can't call her by her real name, it's better to use the nickname Joel came up with.

(Because this girl is)

Joel then grabbed a towel and placed it on her wet, coral-haired head.

"...Because you're my one and only junior."

"...!"

At that moment, Lu's eyes sparkled with joy, just like the color of a treasure left under the sun.

"Yes! I'm very glad, Joel!"

"...Mm. Good kid."

In the days that followed, Joel's life got wrapped around Lou's finger.

After all, Lu was a person who would try anything. Not only did she put everything into her training, she also worked hard to help people in need even outside of her knight duties, and she even joined in drinking parties of the other units.

Every time she experienced something new, she smiled brightly and happily.

"Hey, Leo. Do you know where Lu is?"

"...If you're talking about Lucius, he's been summoned by some beautiful women earlier."

"Hmm."

It was probably because she was actually a girl, but she was more attentive and friendly to other women than anyone else, and her knightly conduct made her very popular. Nevertheless, this interaction with others never led to disputes, and their senior knights could only look at the situation with wonder.

"Joel, good morning, rise and shine!"

"...Today, I'll be training in my dreams. It's praiseworthy training, so it's all right..."

"I won't be able to participate if that's the case! As my senior, please guide me in training, and I'll dry your hair for you tonight!"

Joel was watching nearby this whole time.

"――The Crown Prince of Galkhein killed his father and usurped the throne."

"......"

When he told Lu about this fact, her face turned really sad.

Even though her hands clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, and those hands were covered with blisters from continuing to hold the sword, those hands still looked frail and dainty.

(...I hope this girl won't come to the battlefield.)

He thought to himself as he patted Lu's head, her eyes downcast.

(As I can't fully protect you...... No matter how everyone told me I'm worthless at everything except swordsmanship, I'm just a knight.)

Such selfish wishes kept appearing in his head.

Her short, coral hair was so silky smooth, it was hard to think of her using the same soap as Joel and the other knights.

(I need to protect this country, His Majesty, and the princes. A mere knight like me can't look back.)

Even though she knew of the future to come, she couldn't say anything.

As Joel was her fellow knight and her 'senior'.

(――Such is the life Lu and I chose.)

He had seen more than anyone else how much effort she put in to be a knight.

"...Become even stronger, Lu."

"Joel..."

"Hey."

Joel crouched down in front of Lu, rested his chin on his lap, and smiled.

"...I'll help you train every day, then. I'm your senior, after all."

"...!"

As he was her senior, he couldn't tell her he didn't want her to die.

But as he was precisely her senior, Joel could give Lu hope in the way he only could.

"...Thank you, Joel!"

(...Truly, I fell in love with such a troublesome girl...)

As Lu smiled, her eyes held the same sunny emerald color.

[differentpostrebel]

Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

This gif cause that alliance LMFAOO

Chapter 15: Alliances and Ambitions 

A/N: Welcome back for another Chapter! I know this was originally supposed to be posted for yesterday but unfortunately my sections got deleted so I had to rewrite it all over again. We finally got a SANJI POV! But I can't wait for you guys to read what else is in store!. And without further ado, let's get to it!.. 

Word Count: 4.7k

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15 (Here)

Sanji x Reader, Sanji X Y/N, OP X Reader

Y/N Pov.. 

“So, we meet by chance and you ask us if we want to fight an emperor out of the blue?” Nami said, her skepticism clear in her voice as she glared at Law.

"I don't trust him, Luffy. He's up to no good!" Nami continued, her concern growing as she looked from Law to me.

I remained silent, weighing the options in my mind. Law’s proposition was bold, and the risk was enormous.

"I'm not saying killing an emperor is going to be easy," Law said, "I’m just saying that our odds would be better if we stick together and work out the details."

Luffy tilted his head, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Well, there are four of them. Which one are we talking about?"

"Don’t tell me you’re actually thinking about it, Luffy?" Nami asked, clearly exasperated.

I stepped forward with a determined grin. "Nami, this is our big chance! Besides, it's not like we haven’t faced insane odds before." 

Law’s expression shifted from serious to smug as he prepared to reveal more. "The name of our target is—"

Nami’s eyes widened in shock as the name left Law’s lips. I couldn’t help but smirk at her reaction, clearly enjoying the moment.

Luffy’s eyes lit up with excitement, and he gave his usual wide grin. "Right, got it! Sure, we’re in!"

Nami stared at Luffy in disbelief. As she couldn't believe that Luffy agreed to forming an alliance with Law. 

Back at the encampment…

“YOU DID WHAT?!! The crew’s collective outrage echoed through the camp.

“Damn it, Luffy! How could you agree to this?” Usopp was practically vibrating with frustration as he shook Luffy. “You weren’t even gone that long!”

“Calm down, Usopp,” Luffy said, brushing off the concern. Meanwhile, I was preoccupied with my own task. “Where did I leave my sword?” I mumbled, scanning the area. A glimmer of metal caught my eye. “There it is!” I exclaimed, retrieving my sword from the snow.

“And you, Y/N, how could you let Luffy agree to this?” Usopp’s concern shifted to me. “You’re the one who usually keeps him in check!”

“Oww, Usopp, could you not shake me right now? I’m injured and need to treat my wounds,” I winced, pushing his hands away gently.

“Forget it, this is too risky!” Nami’s voice was tinged with frustration. “We can’t just dive headfirst into a fight with an emperor!”

“She’s right. We’re not ready for that kind of battle!” Chopper agreed, his worry evident.

“Hey Doc, get this raccoon patched up,” Law said, holding Chopper’s unconscious body. “What did you do to my body?!” Chopper whined, attending to his own injuries. 

Shaking my head slightly, I moved to a secluded area and began peeling off the corset top Nami had given me. “Need any help?” Law’s voice came with a teasing undertone as he approached.

“As much as I’d love a thorough check-up from a charming doctor like you,” I said with a flirtatious smile, “I’ll just wait until Chopper’s done. But if you want to watch, it might give you some interesting notes. Or is that not what doctors do with their patients?” I bit my lip playfully.

“Chopper, when you get a chance, could you patch me up, please?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah!” Chopper hurried over, his concern clear. 

“Thanks, Chopper.” I lifted my top off, tying my hair into a makeshift bun to keep it away from the wounds. Chopper, in Sanji’s body, began applying the ointment I used during training. I winced slightly at the sudden contact but tried to relax. 

“Hey Doc, you might want to focus on this spot here,” I said, pointing to a particularly sore area. “Let me help.”

Law stepped closer, his gaze sharp. “Here, let me take over,” he said, taking control with practiced ease. He began applying more pressure to the sore spot, causing me to let out a soft groan.

“See, this area needs to be treated with a bit more care,” Law remarked, his voice laced with both authority and concern.

Chopper glanced between Law and me, slightly baffled. “Alright, but let’s make sure she’s comfortable.”

Law eyed the makeshift top Chopper had fashioned with bandages. “This isn’t secure enough,” he commented critically. With deft movements, he adjusted the bandages, ensuring they were more securely and comfortably fitted. “There, much better.”

With that, both Chopper and Law worked on treating my wounds. I glanced at Chopper, who had finished his part. “Thank you, Chopper,” I said, giving him a grateful hug. “You’re welcome, Y/N!” he replied, a smile on his face.

Turning to Law, I approached him with a playful smile. “And as for you, Doctor Law,” I said, emphasizing the title, “Thank you for patching me up as well. I’m starting to feel much better. Perhaps I can visit you after hours, just to make sure any other areas need to be taken care of?” I laughed, making my way back to the group.

Law's cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked momentarily caught off guard by my teasing. 

Just then, Robin's voice cut through the tension. “Luffy, I’ll go along with this, but we’re all pirates here. Where there are pirates, there’s betrayal. I’m just concerned because you’re so quick to trust.”

Luffy’s eyes widened in surprise, and he turned to Law with a look of disbelief. “Hey! Are you going to betray me?”

Law raised an eyebrow, his expression serious. “No.”

Luffy burst into laughter, his usual carefree attitude returning. “Well, that’s settled then!”

Usopp, still looking unconvinced, shook his head. “The rest of us are going to need more than that!”

“Come on, a pirate alliance sounds like a lot of fun! My gut says Trafalgar is an okay guy. Besides, what’s the big deal? You guys were training for the past two years! I’ll let you protect me.”

Luffy’s laughter grew louder, and the crew, initially stunned, began to relax. They exchanged smiles at the compliment their captain had given them, the mood lightening significantly.

I couldn’t help but join in the laughter, feeling a sense of camaraderie and relief. The look on Law’s face was one of mild confusion, clearly not used to the Straw Hats’ easygoing approach to such serious matters. But after the tension had melted away, he took action, switching Franky and Chopper back to their original bodies.

Nami, however, was less fortunate, and was now trapped in Sanji’s body. "You can fix this, right?" she asked Law, a hint of desperation in her voice.

“Not until your body is back,” Law replied dismissively, his tone indicating that it was simply a matter of patience.

“It’s okay, Nami, don’t worry. It’ll get fixed soon enough,” I said, trying to cheer her up with a reassuring smile.

As I spoke, my gaze shifted to the children, who were now asleep. My heart ached for them, knowing what they had been through. Their innocent faces, finally at peace, only made the situation more heartbreaking.

“So, the kids are all here?” Law asked, stepping closer to get a better look.

As Luffy and Law discussed the situation, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “These poor kids,” I murmured, my voice filled with empathy.

Law, however, seemed less moved. “Let’s just forget about them. It’s too much work,” he suggested, his tone almost indifferent.

I shot him an incredulous look. “Why would you even suggest that? They’re just kids,” I said, my voice tinged with disbelief.

Chopper, ever the compassionate one, chimed in. “Poor kids… I want to take them all home, but they need to recover and build their strength first.”

“It’s sad. Who would do that to a bunch of kids?” Usopp asked, his voice filled with frustration.

Law’s expression remained neutral as he explained, “Well, the World Government for one. They’ve been trying to build an army of giants for years. They’ve been conducting experiments.”

“Caesar’s probably hoping to beat them to the punch, both Vegapunk and the government,” Law continued, his voice growing more serious. “But I don’t think it’s that simple.”

The weight of Law's words settled over the group, the realization that these children were mere pawns in a much larger, darker scheme hit hard. Law turned to Nami and me, his gaze intense. "Are you sure you want to help them? I mean, you don’t even know them."

Nami stepped forward, her resolve unwavering. “You’re right, we don’t. But seeing them begging for help, crying for someone to save them... I vowed that I would make sure they were all safe and sound,” she said, her voice steady as she placed a comforting hand on one of the children.

Law’s eyes softened slightly as he looked at Nami. “If I leave with Luffy, are you going to stay here alone?” he asked, concern laced in his tone.

Nami was about to respond, but Luffy interrupted with his usual determined grin. “Wait, I’m not going anywhere! If it’s important to Nami, Y/N, and Chopper, then it’s important to me. And Sanji wants to put that samurai back together too! Listen, if you’re going to work with us, get used to helping people,” Luffy said, his smile growing wider.

I couldn’t help but smile back at Luffy’s words. “Thank you, Luffy,” I said, feeling a warm sense of camaraderie.

Usopp let out a resigned sigh, already knowing the futility of arguing. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, pal,” he said to Law, shaking his head. “Once Luffy makes up his mind, there’s no turning back.”

Law sighed, clearly recognizing the truth in Usopp’s words. “Fine,” he relented, though not without a hint of reluctance. “But we have to hurry. There’s no time to waste. Putting the samurai back together can be your group’s problem, but I’ll help investigate the drug that was given to these children. The ship’s doctor should come with me—we’ll do our research behind Caesar’s back.”

“There, that should do it,” Usopp declared proudly as he finished tying Chopper securely onto Law’s hat. Chopper, still a bit wobbly from earlier events, clung onto the hat with his small hooves.

“I’m... sorry... it’s just... I can’t walk right now. I hope you don’t mind,” Chopper mumbled sheepishly, his eyes wide and apologetic.

The sight was undeniably amusing. Luffy, Nami, and Franky burst into laughter, doubling over as they took in the comical image of the usually stoic Law adorned with a small reindeer atop his hat. Even Robin couldn’t suppress a chuckle, and a wide grin spread across my face as I approached them.

“Well, well, Law,” I began with a playful lilt in my voice, circling around to get a better view. “I have to say, you look even cuter with Chopper as your new accessory.”

Law’s eyes flickered toward me, a hint of annoyance mixed with embarrassment evident in his gaze. “This isn’t a fashion statement,” he replied dryly, adjusting his hat slightly as Chopper tried to stabilize himself.

Unable to resist teasing him further, I reached up and gently patted Chopper’s head. “Hold on tight, Chopper. We wouldn’t want our favorite doctor taking a tumble.”

Chopper giggled, his cheeks turning rosy. “Thank you, Y/N! I’ll be careful!”

I turned my attention back to Law, noticing the slight flush creeping up his neck. Leaning in closer, I lowered my voice just enough for him to hear. “You know, Law, this caring side of you is really endearing. Who knew the infamous Surgeon of Death had such a soft spot?”

Law cleared his throat, attempting to maintain his composure.

Smirking at his uncharacteristic discomfort, I decided to push just a little further. Before he could react, I leaned in and placed a quick, soft peck on his cheek. Pulling back, I watched as his eyes widened in surprise, a deeper blush blossoming across his face.

“Consider that a thank you for all your help,” I said casually, my eyes sparkling with mischief.

For a moment, Law seemed at a loss for words, his usual cool demeanor thoroughly shaken. He opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by another round of laughter from the crew. After a few more minutes of banter, the plan was set into motion.

Law and Chopper were tasked with heading to the lab to find out what was in the drug that had been given to the children and to see if there was any way to reverse its effects. Meanwhile, Luffy, Franky, Robin, and I prepared to move out and kidnap Caesar Clown. Nami and Usopp would stay behind to protect the kids, ensuring their safety while we carried out the mission.

“Wait, what good is it to kidnap Caesar?” Franky asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Money?” Usopp suggested, though his voice lacked confidence.

I shook my head. “I doubt it. No one would be crazy enough to pay a ransom for that guy.”

“What we’re after is chaos,” Law interjected, his tone calm but with a hint of something deeper.

“Chaos?” Robin echoed, her curiosity piqued.

Law nodded but didn’t elaborate. “There’s no point in explaining now. We’ll worry about that later,” he continued, his voice firm. “Let’s focus on capturing Caesar Clown first. As soon as that’s done, I’ll explain the whole plan in detail.”

The gravity of his words settled over the group, and the atmosphere shifted to one of determination. We all knew this was a critical step, and the stakes were high.

Law turned to Luffy, his gaze serious. “Last chance to change your mind, Straw Hat. It’s your choice.”

Luffy grinned, his carefree nature shining through even in the face of danger. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m still on board.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Law said, a  smirk crossing his lips as we all sprang into action. 

Sanjis POV…

Running through the snow, I scanned the area, desperate to find any trace of the samurai. The biting cold nipped at my face, but it was the frustration of coming up empty-handed that really got to me.

“Sanji, mind explaining how I got this bump on my head?” Brook's voice broke through the freezing air as he ran beside me, his skeletal hand touching the spot on his skull where a noticeable lump had formed.

“No time,” I replied hastily. “We’ve already wasted too much time as it is.” Truth be told, I had no idea how it happened. It was all a blur after that yeti's ambush.

“It's a shame we can’t locate that yeti that attacked us,” Brook remarked, his tone as nonchalant as ever despite our dire situation.

(Flashback)

We had been caught off guard. The yeti brothers ambushed us with incredible speed, knocking us down before we even had a chance to react. Brook had tried to fend them off, but one of them managed to land a brutal hit, sending him crashing into the snow. I barely had time to pull myself together before they vanished into the blizzard, leaving us with nothing but a bump on Brook’s head and no sign of the samurai.

“Hey! Samurai! Where are you?” Brook called out, his voice echoing through the snowy landscape. But I couldn’t focus on the search for long. My attention was once again drawn to the way Nami’s body moved—more specifically, the way her breasts bounced with each step. It was... distracting, to say the least.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Zoro’s smirk as he observed my momentary distraction. “Hmm, wait til I tell Y/N,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!” I snapped back, my frustration bubbling over as I started to bicker with him. How could that moss-headed swordsman think of blackmail at a time like this?

“Well then, focus! You’re the one who wanted to look for the damn samurai,” Zoro shot back, his tone exasperated.

Before I could respond, Brook’s voice cut through our argument. “Guys, come take a look! I see a footprint!”

Zoro and I exchanged a quick glance before rushing over to where Brook was standing. “You guys see that?” Brook continued, excitement creeping into his voice. “Could it be that we’re left with the legendary Yeti?”

“No chance in hell,” Zoro and I said in unison, dismissing the idea outright.

But Brook’s enthusiasm was contagious. “If we follow them, we may find…” he paused dramatically, and without missing a beat, the three of us finished his sentence in unison, “…one of nature’s greatest mysteries.”

We followed the footprints through the thick snow, our curiosity piqued despite the tension. But just as quickly as our hopes had risen, they were dashed when the trail led us to a dead end. Frustration gnawed at me, but there was no time to dwell on it.

Suddenly, two massive shadows loomed behind us. We turned as one, and there they were—the Yetis. Their appearance was as menacing as ever, and before we could react, they fired at us. A thick gas began to fill the air, and I felt its effects almost immediately. My vision blurred, and my limbs grew heavy as I struggled to stay conscious.

“Damn it…” I muttered, fighting against the overwhelming urge to succumb to the darkness. But the gas was too potent. My knees buckled, and despite my best efforts, everything went black as I fell into unconsciousness.

“Damn it…” I muttered, fighting against the overwhelming urge to succumb to the darkness. But the gas was too potent. My knees buckled, and despite my best efforts, everything went black as I fell into unconsciousness.

After what felt like minutes, muffled voices started to reach my ears. “The Straw Hats are here, and we’ve recovered their bodies,” one of them said. The words barely registered as I struggled to regain control of my senses.

Summoning every ounce of strength, I grabbed the ankle of one of the voices and pulled myself up. “Hate to disappoint you but…”

“Hey, one of them is alive!” shouted one of the men in hazmat suits, panic lacing his voice.

“It’s just a girl. She can’t do anything,” another dismissed, clearly underestimating me.

“That’s what you think!” I shot back, gritting my teeth as I launched into action. Despite being in Nami’s body, I quickly knocked each of them down with precision. “Damn underlings,” I muttered, making sure not to overdo it since Nami’s body was more fragile and bruised easily.

As I stood amidst the fallen foes, I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep drag. “Nami, I’m sorry,” I whispered, knowing she wouldn’t appreciate the smoke but needing the comfort of the habit in that moment.

I then turned my attention to Zoro and Brook, both still unconscious. With a swift kick to their heads, I brought them back to consciousness. They groaned, rubbing their heads as they sat up, trying to shake off the effects of the gas.

“Get up, you idiots. We’ve got a samurai to find,” I said, stubbing out the cigarette.

Zoro scowled at me but didn’t argue, while Brook just gave a weary nod. The three of us resumed our search, determined to find the samurai and put an end to this mess.

End of Flashback..

“Hey, Samurai! Are you here?” I yelled into the icy wilderness. “Did they already kick your ass?” My voice echoed off the surrounding snow-covered trees.

Just then, Zoro stopped, squinting ahead. “I think I found him.”

Brook and I hurried over. The samurai was half-buried in the snow, his form stiff and unmoving.

“He looks a bit frozen,” Brook noted, his tone more amused than concerned.

Without hesitation, I kicked the samurai’s frozen form. The ice shattered around him, and the samurai was released, collapsing into the snow with a loud gasp.

“I was caught in the snow and I froze!” the samurai exclaimed, shaking off the remaining ice.

“You were caught in a snowstorm,” I corrected, helping him up.

“No! The snow cannot touch me!” the samurai protested stubbornly.

“Quit being so stubborn,” I said, rolling my eyes at his pride.

The samurai was visibly trembling, clearly affected by the cold. “I believe my torso is somewhere underwater. The upper half of my body is submerged,” he explained, his voice still shaking.

“That would make sense, considering you can’t use your powers,” I replied, nodding in understanding.

The samurai looked shocked that we were willing to help him. “I accept your aid,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

With that, we guided the samurai toward the lake, determined to retrieve his missing torso.

“I thank you,” he said sincerely as we walked.

“Well, well, looks like someone learned how to say thank you,” I teased, a smirk tugging at my lips.

Just as we were nearing the lake, we noticed something in the distance, moving toward us.

“Could it be Brownbeard’s subordinates?” Brook wondered aloud, his voice tinged with concern.

We squinted into the distance, but as the figure grew closer, it became clear that this was something far more ominous. A giant, red shape loomed on the horizon, its form growing larger by the second.

“Damn, what is that?” I muttered, my earlier confidence wavering as we braced ourselves for whatever was coming our way.

Y/N POV… 

“So, we all know what to do?” Luffy asked, looking at each of us in turn.

“Right!” we replied in unison, our voices filled with determination.

I adjusted the sword at my back, ensuring it was securely fastened. “Alright, let’s go!” Luffy announced, and with that, we mounted Luffy’s back as he prepared to leap into action.

“Go, Cien Fleur, Wings!” Robin called out, her voice carrying a sense of grace and authority as she gracefully disembarked from Luffy’s back.

Next, Franky readied himself for a jump, his body expanding into Gomu Gomu Balloon. Clenching my left fist, I timed my jump and leaped off Luffy, landing smoothly beside Robin.

“Well, well, looks like we have company,” I said with a smirk, drawing my sword “Well, well, looks like we have company,” I said with a smirk, drawing my sword and preparing for action.

“Alright, Master Dude, come on out before we get into your lab and kidnap you,” Luffy called out, his voice carrying a mix of challenge and enthusiasm.

Robin and I exchanged scolding glances. “Luffy! That was supposed to be a secret,” I said, a hint of exasperation in my tone.

“Crap, it’s the Straw Hat crew!” one of Caesar’s underlings shouted, their panic evident.

“Straw Hat,” Smokey muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief and concern.

The atmosphere grew tense as the underlings scrambled to respond, and the real showdown was about to begin. 

“Did that guy say he was going to kick our master’s ass?” one of Caesar’s underlings exclaimed, disbelief clear in their voice.

“Yeah, like hell!” another shouted. “Down with the Straw Hats!”

With that, the underlings charged at us, their faces set with determination.

I touched the red gem on my sword, and a burst of flames erupted from the blade. The heat was intense, and the fire crackled with a fierce energy. As I swung my sword, waves of fire cascaded through the air, creating a dramatic display of flames that sent several of Caesar’s underlings flying backward. The flames carved through their ranks with precision, scorching the ground and forcing them to scatter.

I spun around, deflecting incoming attacks with fluid movements. The sword’s flames danced and leapt, its heat providing a barrier against the oncoming onslaught. Each strike was met with a burst of fire, creating a chaotic and mesmerizing spectacle. The underlings, now overwhelmed and struggling to keep up with the fiery assault, faltered in their charge.

“I got you now, Straw Hat!” came a voice from behind. Before I could react, Franky leaped in with his powerful “Strong Right!” The force of his attack sent several underlings flying, clearing a path.

“Nice one, Franky!” I called out, giving him an approving nod.

Just then, I noticed Tashigi and Smokey among the crowd. Tashigi stood out, her shirt open and a cigar in hand, creating a stark contrast to her usual appearance. I couldn’t help but tease her. “Tashigi! I didn’t know you had it in you! Granted, I never would have suspected you’d open your shirt like that and smoke a cigar. I took you more as a wine kind of gal, but I still approve. Love this for you!”

“I’m not Tashigi, you idiot!” Smokey snapped back, his voice tinged with annoyance.

“Smokey?!” I exclaimed, my eyes widening in surprise. “Wait, not you guys too?”

“Nevermind! After them, men!” Smokey shouted, rallying the G-5 unit to charge at us. The soldiers, now on high alert, advanced with the intent to capture.

Robin, quick to react, called out, “Cien Fleur Clutch!” Her abilities ensnared several of the G-5 soldiers, causing confusion and chaos among their ranks. The battle raged on as we continued to fight both Caesar’s underlings and the G-5 troops.

“How long do you think we have to wait for the master?” Luffy asked, clearly growing bored with the delay.

“I wish I knew, but it looks like we’re busting into the lab,” I replied, slashing through a soldier who was in my way.

Just then, Tashigi, still in Smoker’s body, lunged toward Luffy with a determined but clumsy attack. “Luffy!” I called out, trying to warn him.

Luffy dodged the attack effortlessly, his reflexes sharp as ever. Tashigi struggled to control Smoker’s Devil Fruit powers, her lack of experience evident in her erratic movements. Luffy, ever the tease, grabbed Smoker and managed to drag her to the ground with a mischievous grin. “What’s wrong, Smokey? Did something happen to you?!”

“Damn it, Tashigi, don’t get your ass kicked by that idiot while in my body!” Smokey’s voice, filled with frustration, rang out. Meanwhile, Luffy continued to dodge attack after attack, clearly enjoying the challenge.

Franky seized the opportunity, blasting a Radical Beam that created a massive hole in the lab’s wall. “Nice one, Franky!” I shouted, impressed by his timely intervention.

“Y/N, Robin, Luffy! Looks like we got an opening! Let’s go!” Franky called out, rallying us to move forward.

Smokey! Look up above!” shouted a G-5 soldier, pointing as something ominous began falling from the sky.

The G-5 soldiers and we watched in alarm as a red slime landed on one of the ships. “What is that?” I asked, my concern growing as the substance began to expand.

“It’s getting bigger!” one of the G-5 soldiers shouted, his voice tinged with panic.

Robin, scanning the scene, noted, “It looks like gas.”

“I don’t like this at all,” I said, taking a step back as the situation escalated.

The G-5 soldiers, desperate to neutralize the threat, began firing at the slime. But their attempts only led to a devastating explosion, taking out the soldiers on the boat. “What?!” I exclaimed, shocked by the sudden and violent outcome.

As we tried to process the chaos, another slime appeared out of nowhere. “Shit, the sky is filled with them! What is this?!” I yelled, watching in horror as more of the red slimes began to fall.

Suddenly, a sinister laugh echoed through the air. “Shroooorororo, Slimey, I’m sorry you were locked up for three years,” a voice taunted.

“Master!” the underlings cried out in reverence.

“So that’s him,” I muttered, recognizing the voice as belonging to the mastermind behind this madness.

“Are you the master? That’s it, you’re going down!” Luffy declared, determined to put an end to this nightmare.

“Shroooorororo, welcome to Punk Hazard, G-5 and Straw Hats. I am the most brilliant scientist—Caesar Clown!” Caesar announced with a manic grin. “A bit of patience, and it won’t be long until you’re all dead!”

We all stared at Caesar, our determination hardening in the face of his arrogance. Just then, Luffy seized the opportunity and lunged at Caesar, grabbing him with a triumphant grin. “I got you now, Master!” Luffy declared, his grip firm and unwavering.

Caesar’s eyes widened in surprise, his confident demeanor faltering for a moment. Before Caesar could react further, the rest of us prepared for the next move, ready to face the twisted scientist and end his reign of terror. 

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We are back with another new chapter! Yall this was supposed to be posted yesterday but some parts got deleted, so I had to write the portion. But we finally got a Sanji POV.. and we now know the enemy threat is Caesar Clown. Next Chapter is tonight! And you guys don't want to miss this! Thank you guys for following along as well as following, liking and commenting! Thank you for showing love to my first fan fic! I know its a bit long, but I cant wait for you guys to read the whole cake island and wano Chapters I have in store!. The plot will be plotting! 

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Neighbor rivalry ft. Satoru Gojo

Day 03 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — you and your neighbor keep bickering about who has the most beautiful christmas-decorated house in the street.

word count — 1.3k

content — enemies to lovers, fluff, lots of swearing, gojo is a menace and implied to be a tsundere, they’re just silly kids (not literally)

notes — third day! I actually wanted to keep all those fics under 1k words but I got carried away and almost kept writing, I swear it would end up with 3k words and a smut if I wasn’t able to contain myself. I hope you enjoy this one <3

You didn’t want to admit how glamorous Satoru Gojo’s house looked, but it did.

Your obnoxious neighbor had made it his life mission to spend the entire year annoying the shit out of you by bragging how he won the “Best Outdoor Christmas Decorations Award” – which was a friendly competition between neighbors, but ignited a childish rivalry between the two of you.

Whenever you gathered together for parties or barbecues, it would always end in debates about a) how immature he was, and b) how he won. Your endless bickering amused everyone, though.

And it made you even more determined to win this year.

You grimaced at his house, groaning to yourself before focusing on your task: fixing the Christmas lights that were suspended from your roof. It was already hard to keep yourself steady on that ladder, but doing that while thinking about Gojo was on another level of torture.

“You shouldn’t try so hard, it won’t look as good as mine.”

Speaking of the devil…

You didn’t even need to look at him to know he was looking up at you with a big, devilish smile. Gojo was quick to destabilize you and get under your skin whenever you looked into his sky-blue eyes, always sparkling at you – so you didn’t.

“It won’t,” you hummed, disinterested. “It will look better.”

He scoffed, “You should only accept your defeat and move on…”

Your gaze finally found him; wearing baggy sweatpants, a sweater, slippers, and, of course, the smile you predicted.

“Did you really just leave your house to be a pain in my ass, you fucking grinch?” you asked when processed his outfit.

He gasped, pretending to be outraged, “Grinch! Me!? The one who loves Christmas the most!”

Tired of his antics, you sighed, dropping the hammer you were holding onto the box beside the ladder and getting ready to climb down. Maybe throw some punches.

When stepping down, you miscalculated the distance between one step and the other and lost your balance. A scream of pure horror left your lips, pretty sure you’d break a bone when the warmth of two arms caught you in the air.

Before you knew it, Gojo was holding you bridal style, your frightened eyes fluttering open to meet his widened ones, “You scared me for a moment there!”, he breathed out, his body relaxing when he realized danger was no longer present.

Still processing what had just happened, you put your hand on his chest and pushed lightly, a silent request to be put down – which he quickly obliged.

“Fuck, sorry, I’m just— so stressed!”, you grumbled while trying to calm your heartbeat. Everything escalated so quickly and your body couldn’t keep up, “You fucking stress me!”, you spat at last.

Almost falling and having Satoru Gojo, of all people, saving you; it was a sick joke. And you blamed him.

Gojo suddenly went quiet – unusually quiet –, and you could see him biting his lip and looking around awkwardly.

Without saying another word, he grabbed the hammer you had dropped a few moments earlier and simply climbed the ladder, “The fuck are you doing?”

“I’m finishing this for you,” he said so low you could barely hear him.

You watched, in utter disbelief, as Gojo hammered the nails into your roof and placed the Christmas in the places you first intended them to be. You didn’t know, but he did watch you decorating your garden and outdoors and he noticed your patterns, so it wasn’t hard for him to make it the way you wanted.

“You need help with anything else?”, the white-haired man asked casually as he climbed down the ladder, never looking directly at you, his ever so annoying smile gone.

“What is that now, Gojo? Stop acting nice, you don’t have to pretend you care about my decorations or about me,” your words held a hint of bitterness and resentment.

“What?” he finally lifted his eyes to meet yours, confliction hidden behind his irises. “I do care about you.”

You scoff, “Sure, Gojo. Go back to your Award Winner house, will you? I will handle things here,” you stopped to add, “By myself.”

Maybe it was the fright of almost falling or just tiredness of fighting, but you felt like you really couldn’t spend another second with Gojo without losing your mind. He truly got under your skin and you recognized it, he didn’t even do anything, but…

“I’m sorry for stressing you out so much, it was never my intention,” was what he said before leaving you alone.

You gulped, feeling a little guilty for lashing out at him. Your rivalry was never that serious, just something you’d actually laugh about at night before sleep, but recently it became sort of a different experience. Something about that damned man, that infuriating smile and maddening eyes – it made you want to scream at him.

Why, though?

You wish you knew.

You sighed and shook your head, trying to forget everything about him. You proceeded to decorate your outdoors a little more until the sun was setting, then you turned on all the lights and smiled to yourself with the results so far.

Entering your house, you took a hot shower before putting on the comfiest pajamas you found, going to the kitchen, and preparing some hot chocolate when your doorbell rang.

You took your time to take the hot chocolate off the stove and went to answer the door.

As you opened it, you almost regretted all your life choices; you regretted opening the door, you regretted putting on that fucking pajama, you regretted not drying your hair, you even regretted moving to that cursed neighborhood.

Because there stood Satoru Gojo with a big box in his hands and sky-blue puppy eyes.

“Hi,” he smiled without a care in the world, he smiled and didn’t care about your pajamas or wet hair, he smiled and a small part of you was grateful that he did.

It felt wrong when he stopped smiling earlier.

“Hi,” you said back, uncertain of why he was there.

“Your house looks so beautiful tonight,” he started and, if you didn’t know Gojo, you’d say he was blushing. “More beautiful than mine.”

You blinked slowly, blood rushing quickly to your cheeks as your heart beat faster with the compliment and in a second you were blushing as well.

Oh.

“Oh,” you didn’t know what to say. What was there to say? What did he want? “Thank you, Gojo.”

“I brought you the best decorations I could find– some I believe that would suit you,” he continued and you noticed how uneasy he looked.

He practically shoves the box he was holding into your arms, but you accept it without a single complaint, “Thank you, but… why?”

“I like you.”

The declaration hung in the air like a mistletoe above your heads, the tension immediately installed, thoughts of should we kiss? and is this the best moment? filling both of your minds, mixed with the embarrassment of an unexpected circumstance.

“I’ve liked you for a long time and I mess with you because…” he looked away. “I don’t know, I just like to spend hours teasing you and having you teasing me back, but I never meant to actually make you feel any kind of bad–”

“Gojo,” you interrupted him. He was talking too much and that was new information you still didn’t know how to process. The mere thought of Satoru Gojo liking you seemed too surreal to be true. “You don’t need to apologize, just…”

You didn’t know why, but a ghost of a smile started forming on your lips. You could feel it tugging on your face, a warm feeling embracing your heart as you took in the image of your obnoxious neighbor standing at your front door. The way he got under your skin…

“I just prepared some hot chocolate. Do you want to come in?”

Gojo’s eyes lightened up instantly, a sparkle you’ve never seen before shining among his blues. He nodded and took a step to enter your house, which he had never entered before.

He crossed your walls and made himself at home.

[nightghoul381]

Do as I Do ~ Alfons Sylvatica (POV) x Reader

Entry number 4 in @judejazza's An Invitation to Crown Castle event!

Pairing: Alfons Sylvatica (POV) x Reader Prompt: Matching Together Genre: Spicy edging on Smut so MDNI CW: semi-public touching WC: 1.5k

“Hey Al,”

Your voice draws my attention from my daydreaming as we lay together entwined on my bed.

“Hmm?”

“I don’t know why… but I was thinking, since your curse is the mirror, don’t you think it might be fun to mirror what the other does for the day? Like, if I eat something, you eat it too. Or if you wear something, I would wear it too?”

I can’t hold back the bark of laughter at your oh-so-innocent musings. I’m unable to deny that the thought is interesting, however, my mind tends to dwell in the darkness and my own ideas are far less naïve and simple.

“I must say, you’ve come up with quite an interesting idea. I think it would be fascinating to see how closely we can stick to matching each other,” I sigh, letting a wicked smile grace my lips.

“What say we up the ante on this little game? The first to refuse to mirror the other has to allow the other to do with them as they wish for the evening. What do you say?” I murmur enticingly.

“You’re on!” You giggle, staring into my eyes. “One rule though, no using your ability on me got it? I won’t have you making me believe you’re doing everything I’m doing while I’m the only one who actually has to participate.”

The sternness in your gaze for such a simple game is almost comical. Your stubborn streak surely means that I won’t be able to convince you otherwise, not that I want to. I’m very curious to see what you could come up with to try and trip me up.

“Alright then, sweet girl. Show me what you’ve got,” I taunt.

“Ten minutes, meet me in the foyer!” You grin, slipping free from my arms and quickly redressing before heading out the door.

“My, my, someone’s got an idea already,”

**

I am quite surprised when I see you in the foyer just a few minutes later with an outfit strikingly similar to my own. I recognize my shirt and see that you’ve taken one of my spare coats, given how long it is on you. The skirt you’ve paired it with though, I must admit, is eye-catching and hugs your hips in just the right way.

“I see, the game has begun before I’d even been aware,” I chuckle, offering my arm.

“I matched you, so next you’ll have to match what I do.”

“Very well, what will it be?”

Hours slip by as we gradually increase the difficulty of our actions to be mirrored. A flower tucked into your hair is matched with one in my own, a strong drink of brandy by myself mirrored surprisingly easily by you. So on and so forth and here we are now, our bodies now matching in an entirely new way.

You tug me to sit beside you on a bench in the park.

“I’m really surprised you didn’t give in with this!” You giggle, resting your right side against my left. Of course, it would be your right because on your left ear is a fresh piercing, mirrored by one on my right.

“Oh, you don’t seem to understand, I’m going to have my way with you tonight, my dear. I only suggested such a prize as I knew it was mine,” I reply nonchalantly.

“Yeah right. What’s your next move then? I’ve matched you perfectly so far, you’ll have to do something truly outrageous for me to give up now!”

Oh, that foolish, wayward determination of yours… I want to corrupt you so, so very much.

“Ah, yes. The next task is actually quite simple,” I reply, shrugging out of my coat. I watch as you do the same, still looking so bold and sure of yourself.

When you notice my fingers coming up to flick each button of my shirt open, you start off with the first couple, but as your chest becomes exposed, I can’t help but relish the hesitation in your movements.

“Alfons, we’re in public. Surely you don’t mean to have me expose myself like this…” You hiss.

“That’s precisely what I mean to do,” I reply, freeing the last of my buttons and leaving the front of my shirt completely open.

I pause to watch, pleasantly surprised when you slowly unbutton the rest of your shirt. Unfortunately for you, I haven’t finished my turn.

With a dark smirk, I slowly pull my shirt free of my trousers, sliding it off my shoulders with a sly wink.

“Al! There are people here!” You squeak, staring at my body with thinly veiled appreciation.

“And?”

Your face is bright red as you glance around the park. Your hands slowly move toward the top of your shirt, only to clasp the two sides together. I notice the gaggle of older ladies squawking to each other and shooting us offended glares.

One of the bolder of the group makes her way over to us and, in a shrill voice, begins screaming at us.

“Never in all my days have I seen such a blatant display of vulgarity! And in such a public place! It’s offensive and I ought to contact the authorities and have you institutionalized! Right yourselves and leave at once!”

The old bat’s drawn the attention of other park goers and I can see your face drain of color as more and more eyes fall upon us.

“I believe we’ll have to call our little game here, my darling.” I state grandly, pulling my shirt back on before reaching to fasten the buttons on yours. You merely sit in stunned silence as the gathering crowd of people encroaches on us. A shame too, I was really hoping to enjoy the sun on your breasts for a moment.

You remain silent, staring at your feet and letting your hair fall like a curtain in front of your face. I’m surprised you’re so disturbed, I’d been able to affix your buttons prior to the majority of people had even had a moment to see your briefly exposed skin.

Hailing a carriage, I bundle you inside and as soon as we begin moving, I pin you to the seat below me.

“Now, now, little robin. You’re acting quite disturbed for someone who wasn’t exposed to prying eyes,” I purr, tracing my nose along your jawline. “Tell me why that is…?”

I hear a disgruntled huff and glance up to meet your gaze.

“I… I lost because of that stupid old lady,” you pout, eyes darting away, telling me there’s something else you’re not telling me.

“Oh, is that all? I already told you, my delicious little pet, I was always going to win. There’s no need to be so upset about it.”

You then mumble something I just barely can’t make out, prompting me to push you just a little further. My tongue traces the length of your neck, curving up toward your ear before I nip lightly.

“I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch that. Care to repeat?” I whisper, purposely letting my breath hit your ear in such a way to cause a shiver to run through your body.

“All those people saw you… I… I didn’t like that.”

I must say I’m taken aback by the sudden possessiveness. You’ve never much been one for keeping me to yourself, in fact we’ve both been quite open with sharing our intimate experiences with others, and yet, the sensation flowing through my veins at your admission is nearly intoxicating.

“Is that so?”

My voice is low and dark and I groan softly at the way your body shudders beneath me. I let one of my hands travel down your side, skimming past your hips and slowly pushing up the bottom of your skirt.

“Mmhmm,” you whimper, clinging to my shoulders, body tight with anticipation.

I let out a heavy breath against your neck as my gloved fingers find their way over your panties… or rather, lack-there-of. Heat flares in my veins as my fingertips draw such precious little whines from you as they dance across your sensitive flesh.

“You naughty little minx,” I growl, suckling at your throat as I continue to stroke your slit, feeling the vibrations of your whimpers against my lips and tongue.

“A-Alfons, please…” you breathe, hips squirming for more.

“Ah-ah. I already won I’m afraid. And as it is the evening, I believe my prize to do as I wish with you begins now. I do hope you’re prepared.”

I continue to toy with your sensitive spots until the carriage finally reaches Crown Castle, stopping only to bring you to my room where we shall remain for the rest of the night. How eagerly I look forward to hearing you scream my name well into the morning.

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Disobedience & Body Worship - Aredhel x Celegorm

My dear @elentarial, thank you so much for this prompt!

It was tremendously fun to write! I hope you'll like it <3 Tyelko is such a brat, but I think he's got what was coming to him haha <3

Words: 1 050

Characters: Aredhel x Celegorm

Warnings: Seduction, nudity, sexual innuendo, reference to genitals, Tyelko is a brat!

“Got you!” Aredhel hooted as she seemed to float through the air for a breathless moment before barrelling into her cousin’s broad, muscular back to toss him to the ground in an avalanche of sweat-sheened flesh and silver hair. “That means I win, and you have to do what I say!”

Of course, she was bending and adapting the rules of their little intimate training ritual somewhat, but she really needed someone to take her place in the archery lesson she had promised her brothers.

It was not that she didn’t love them, but she lacked the patience and they the necessary finesse for such an endeavour not to inevitably end in blood and tears.

“No.” The single word rang out like the tolling of a bell and hit her in the chest like a poisoned arrow, setting her blood aflame with outrage and ire.

“What do you mean by that?” she asked sharply while burying her hand in Celegorm’s mussed hair to press his handsome face into the loamy ground forcefully.

She was faster than him, but he was still stronger when it came to brute force, and so he threw himself around, catching her wrists as he twisted, and stared up at her with twinkling eyes.

“I’ve got you as much as you’ve got me,” he growled playfully.

“You are a disobedient, disorderly brat, Tyelko,” she huffed. “No wonder your brothers don’t like you!”

To her dismay, he laughed heartily and winked at her. “My brothers adore me, and so do you!”

Forcing her wrist to his face, he pressed an astonishingly tender kiss to the thin, sensitive skin under which her pulse was racing after the long, arduous chase.

“Disobedient? How about you teach me a lesson then?” he teased, his large, powerful frame relaxing provocatively between her tense thighs. “I am all yours, oh queen of the hunters!”

“Don’t mock me!” she hissed, but she could discern the earnest admiration and smouldering lust in the bright radiance of his unguarded gaze, and it mellowed her ferocious heart. “As I can’t and won’t deny your prowess, I shall withdraw the humiliating task and choose something that might feel a little bit like a victory to you too! All I ask is that you keep perfectly still!”

“I shall be your paralysed prey!” Celegorm promised—he took immense pleasure in the intimate, morally ambiguous covenant they shared, and he did not object to being hunted, caught, and torn apart by his cousin every once in a while.

With a satisfied hum, Aredhel slid off him to stand, relishing the fact that—for once—she was towering over him.

“You’re a pest,” she sighed. “But Eru knows, you’re too pretty to banish from my company!”

Celegorm gave an acquiescent hum; unlike some of his brothers, he did not think of himself as particularly vain, but he, nevertheless, wasn’t beyond basking in compliments, especially if they were delivered in so reluctantly awed a voice.

“Undress!” Aredhel commanded, and he obeyed readily, casting off the clammy leather and soiled linen with careless vigour. He knew not what she had in mind, but he liked the direction this was taking.

“Ah, those shoulders,” Aredhel sighed, leaning forward to run her hands along the ropes of muscles bunching in Celegorm’s arms as he remembered her previous command not to move unless prompted.

“You have good skin, Tyelko. You’d make perfect leather!” Short, blunt nails dug into his upper body ruthlessly, leaving red streaks akin to war paint, and he shivered violently.

“I am sure that I can speak for my whole family when I say that Anairë’s blessing far outweighs whatever charm our blotchy, pale flesh might hold,” he replied in a sensual purr.

Visibly pleased, Aredhel stepped closer to let her soft, plush lips brush against the bulging vein, pulsating frantically, that ran along Celegorm’s throat like a beckoning river that promised a cleaning torrent of delight.

“So strong,” she hummed as her hands travelled along his ribs to caress his hips and cup his ass playfully. “So fast—but never quick enough.”

“I let you win,” he grinned, “because I like it when you take me down.”

Nudging her knee against his quickly filling cock, she chuckled quietly. “Apparently, you also enjoy being told how handsome and alluring you are, don’t you?”

“By you? Yes! Whether you insult me or shower me with praise,” he rasped, “I shall always drink your words like fresh water on an arid day.”

“Why?” she cocked her head inquisitively, letting her long braids cascade across a deceivingly slender shoulder.

A thousand answers came to Celegorm—Aredhel was the most beautiful, the most skilled, the funniest, and his best friend besides Curufin—but he swallowed them all down resolutely.

“Because I respect you,” he finally replied with overwhelming simplicity. “Because I honour and heed your words.”

At once, her lips were on his and her hands tugged at his hair mercilessly to put him off-balance so she could crowd him against a nearby tree and claim every part of that gloriously unvanquished body of his.

Nobody other than them would have understood, but the way she recited a prayer to Oromë, enumerating the pieces of valuable, life-giving meat she’d carve off his bones in her imagination made him stifle a visceral groan of pure delight.

Her hands were steady and firm as she rolled his flesh between her fingers, punctuating each probing touch with a fleeting kiss before moving on.

“Do you think I’ll learn humility under torture?” he gasped, irrevocably aroused and writhing in agony as she kept ignoring and neglecting the parts of him that demanded her attention.

Celegorm felt unbecomingly flushed and swollen all over, and he was convinced that he’d soon burst with unfulfilled lust if she did not take pity on his wayward heart and woefully dumb body.

“So pretty,” she praised, her damp breath fanning maddeningly across his heated skin, “so desperate. Say it!”

“You’ve won,” he whimpered. “You always win—I am yours. I shall do what you demand, and I shall thank you for the opportunity to serve you. Please, Rissë, please!”

And, in the name of friendship and shared greed, she finally relented and opened her lips to accept the first cut of fresh, raw meat that was the victorious hunter’s due.

@fellowshipofthefics here's another one!

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[issillage]

Thoma Neighbourhood AU. “Six years of difference smells as mint and home.”

Six years of difference used to seem impressive—Thoma saw you no more than a neighbor's child. But now, he finds it an incomprehensible task to take the emerald eye away from you.

In an inevitability that has occurred innumerable times in the past, autumn has again shown its head. Unavoidable rainfall is once again expected; however, a feeble ray of sunlight serves as a mere mockery of hope. As the whispering of trees and the noise of traffic fill the air, you stand under the cover of your balcony, watching from above as other people scurry hastily past dim dwellings, through puddles, towards destinations unknown which they will forever pursue.

Another quarrel with parents ended up with you under house arrest again, forcing to enjoy the noise of the streets and the night lights of lanterns only from the balcony. Unable to endure the heavy atmosphere and the lingering smell of condemnation, you climb over the low barrier of your balcony, jumping to the next one and shamelessly stepping foot on someone else's territory. As soon as you touched his place, the oppressive atmosphere was replaced by the warmth enveloping your offended heart, and even his smell of mint hovered on the balcony.

Trying to be quieter and pulling your cold hands out of pockets, you inhaled and exhaled, releasing tobacco smoke and burnt thoughts with ashes. But the burning throat feeling lingered only for a while, replaced by a sweet thrill, and a cigarette — with a mint lollipop.

“Huh…Once again, like a stray kitty, you climb onto my balcony.” - low, but at the same time gentle voice is heard, almost like a mixture of tobacco with a mint aftertaste. “And this thing is not for your cute lips.”

While you were standing dissatisfied with a candy in your mouth, your cigarette was between his lips — an unequal exchange, as it seems to you, but for Thoma everything looks right.

For him, you are still a ten-year-old child, as if your maturation has stopped at the very period when as a neighbor, he looked after you in the absence of your parents. But eight years have passed, and Thoma is not a teenager anymore, dragging you everywhere, and saving you from yard dogs. Admittedly, Thoma didn't even notice how you grew from a problematic kid into a beautiful person — the facial features and body became more expressive, and your lips wrapping around a lollipop made him hold his gaze for seconds longer than allowed.

“Don't take this stuff in your mouth anymore.” - he finally looked away and took a drag from the cigarette that originally belonged to you “Hm, what did you say?”

The noise of the rain and the road covers voices, you were speaking through the sweet lollipop, making your indignation resemble more a kitten's hissing than a roar. Chuckling, Thoma moved his hand with a cigarette behind his back so that the smell of the smoke would not go to you, and leaned towards to hear your outrage more clearly.

“You say you're already of age?” - he repeated your words, as if tasting this argument, but remained hungry and unconvinced. “You're not little Y/n anymore, are you?” By holding your two cheeks with one broad hand, he drew you closer to leave a light kiss on the forehead. As an older brother soothing a child after scolding.

“very well, big Y/n,” - he yawned, stretching so that his home T-shirt was pulled up, revealing a view of Thoma’s abs. It can be seen with an unarmed glance that night of your little runaway interrupted him from sleep. “I know you've been put under house arrest.”

He has been many times the one who would find you after another escape based on emotions. His number is set as an emergency in your parents' phone — Thoma is definitely the favorite of all adults and children. Noticing your unspokeneness, but reading it all in your eyes, he deeply sighed and extinguished the cigarette.

“Go home,” - he said strictly, a warning light flashing in his emerald eyes. The least you wanted to do was go back to the tense atmosphere at home, where you would face two pairs of condemning eyes. Thoma frowned and runs his fingers through his disheveled hair, knowing how stubborn you could be sometimes. “you can't hide at my place all the time.”

But both of you know, that a single request from you — and he won’t be able to refuse, not when you look at him like that. A single request — and Thoma will again let you into his home. No, a single word and Thoma will protect you from everything, as he always do

art cr : n0yunn on instagram.

[lordsrot]

@moonsworn their attempt at sneaking up behind him is futile, they are thoroughly aware. yet still, they do it anyways. a quiet, placated voice perks up from his rear. " lord agravaine, lord of rot. may i perhaps, if you are so willing, have one of your scales? just a tiny, little piece. it won't be missed at all, i promise. "

Presence is sensed in an near instant. Quietly as they might move, there was not many who could creep about the corpse blood unnoticed. Centuries of heightened senses made it a daunting task. Agravaine doesn't grant them his attention just yet. Instead he waits and listens to that gentle tone as it picks up just behind. The lord is immediately met with the sense they were about to make an outrageous request from him, given the sudden formalness. Addressing him by title and all.

And there it was. If so willing. He was in fact not. Sights were turned down upon them now. Eyes all but gleaming as he stared. The bits and speckles of golden scaling that riddled his lumbering form was bound to draw the attention of greed and curiosity one day. Agravaine shouldn't be so surprised. It could make people very bold and very foolish after all. Clawed, obsidian flesh and gold speckled hands were tucked away in the folds of his robes.

"And what is it thou would do with a piece of my very being?" The Lord inquired, taking one small step forward, but still large enough to close that space between them. Eyes narrow beneath his mask. "Too feed yourself a single meal? Fulfill a ritual, concoct a potion? Too boast and flaunt around when a stranger asks?"

"Why should I pluck free a piece of my body and give it to thee?"

[kiigan]

@senjufound ~ continued from [here]

ㅤMulti-tasking was an art that Itachi had mastered at a very young age. Between finishing elementary school in one year and juggling at least three extra-curricular activities on the daily, one didn't rise to unprecedented heights if they weren't, one, willing to sacrifice hours of sleep, and, two, able to process a myriad of different information all at the same time. Because not even geniuses were without flaw, however, and even perfect heirs had their human limits, it came with an obvious trade-off: the more ground covered, the more detail missed. Which explained why, among answering random questions for the press and answering questionably urgent phone calls and making mental notes on what stores had the best stationery, Itachi failed to notice what was troubling his wife until she was already taking matters into her own hands.

ㅤLiterally so. And, at first, it wasn't that surprising that Taiyin's arm found his own and claimed it for itself; playing the role of devoted couple for the public eye and all that. As she began leading him towards somewhere that seemed too specific to be just casual browsing for ...whatever the current store sold and that Itachi had completely failed to notice, however, his curiosity was piqued. «I'll call you later,» he told the manager by the other side of the line, and returned his phone to his pocket just in time to watch as Taiyin tugged him along into one of the dressing rooms and wasted no time to shut the door.

And that's when it happened. Did you not realize this before? Did you do this on purpose?! You did this on purpose!

ㅤ...Wait, what? Even with her obvious pointing, it took him a moment to realize what it was about, being so taken aback by the sudden outburst. And... even as he finally did realize it, it took all of Itachi's greatly trained self-restraint to not smile about it. Because it would have been a terrible thing to do and would have only served to fuel Taiyin's outrage, but he couldn't help it. So careful they'd been while stealing kisses in the car, only for it to be ruined so spectacularly. It was almost poetic and, with the photos no doubt already published everywhere, his father must be livid. And yet, at the moment, there was only one thing Itachi found himself caring to clarify.

ㅤ«Are you asking me if I kissed you on purpose?» With his voice kept deceptively quiet and a mask of perfect serenity in place, he did nothing to move Taiyin's hands away from his chest - neither did he do anything to bring her closer. «Yes, I did. And, as far as I recall, you kissed me back just as willingly.» Might be he had no red stains of his own to show as proof, but the extra couple minutes needed to fix his clothes before leaving the car told a tale of their own. Still without touching Taiyin, he did however lean ever so closer. «Or was it truly so terrible? Because, if so, then I shall make certain to never again press my lips to yours nor to other body parts best to remain undisclosed.»

[literally-noone83]

Learn to Take a Break

Justin Russo × Fem!reader

About: Justin is know for his intelligence and ceaseless academic success. As his girlfriend you have become mindful of when his "effortless efforts" become a little too much. You just hadn't realised he'd do the same for you...

Word Count: Short and sweet (in my opinion).

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: It's been too long. I have just finished exams and currently still working on outside projects. I already take a long time to write and with extra things on top, leisurely writing has been little to none. This Justin fic is an old one I wrote. I was going to do more with it but the scenario was small and I thought where it ended was fine; concise and sweet. So, why not post it. I have other fics lined up and started, hopefully I'll be able to finish a few of them over the weekends.

OK enjoy!

Justin always seemed to excell in everything with ease.

Wizarding homework? Done.

High school assignment? All good.

Extracurricular activities? All planned.

Secondary wizardry studies? On the job.

Yes, there were mornings—most mornings—he'd announce the immense importance of an upcoming task; exam, project, paper, competition and of its integral part I plays for him a student, a wizard, a student body president and most significantly, as himself. His parents would nod thoughtfully or sigh at their son's dramatisation though nevertheless glad. Max would be clueless, until Alex makes her groan or snide comment diminishing the entire fiasco and then he'd agreeing.

You knew this was the routine. It was just how things worked. But when lucky enough to be present, bored enough to have shown up just a little bit earlier just to see him and walk with him, you'd ask what's it about. Whether he told you with lit eyes or stressed creased over his complexion, you'd grab his hand discretely in front of his family—always a little shy from public affection—gliding your thumb over his knuckles before assuring him it'll be great...

Becoming his girlfriend, you've been allowed to see different sides to the perfect Russo member.

Despite the prestine and perfect image he's built himself, and despite true to his confident and at time self righteousness, to get there was built of stress and the crippling fear of failure.

The hours he'd spend quizzing himself had worried you the moment you found his asleep at his desk, palm cards stuck to his face. At most times, you'd notice he'd get so caught up in a particular project fixation he'd forget to eat in spite of his advocacy for healthy balances. One day building a diorama of a play and you visited to hang out, a casual question of what he had to lunch revealed he hadn't even eaten a proper meal all day—frighteningly casual and perpetually distracted. There were times you'd have to spend a large amount of time at the edge of his bed reminding him—face down on his pillow, wallowing after a day of outrage and devastation—that a B is still great!

Justin wasn't a child, he could mane his own decisions and his drive and ambition is admirable. But it grew as a habit; anytime you'd notice he was a little too focus on a task, meaning hasn't moved in hours kinda focus—his eyes narrowed, brows forever wrinkled tightly, lips thin or a tongue poked out in concentration—you found a small peck on the cheek brought him back. Soft and quick, the small action made him sit back or hum to let you know he's still conscious. Gently asking him how's he going, to remind him of the present. Not to push so hard or be so constraint on himself.

Almost second nature. When you'd rant to him about something that happened that day, the weird interaction with some stranger, or the banter with his siblings, or some frivolous topic or hobby you wanted to vent about your fascination with it—when you realised he'd gone silent. Without even meaning to, he'd drift off on something bugging him or weighing on his mind, you'd approach him casually before pecking him, "What are you thinking about?" you'd whisper. He'd always blink a few times before answering. Quick to apologise and explain. Other times you'd walk in on him studying or what not and you'd duck down to him and plant one on him. "Have you taken a break yet?" and he'd lie before giving in from the innate guilt then promising he would in about 10 minutes.

His vacant, distant eyes, he always appeared to be in a different world. So vastly out of reach from you, at some point you believed he hadn't even noticed you were doing this. You thought he couldn't even feel your lips. He probably didn't even notice.

Late afternoon, the sun hung low. The rays if sunset, it's warmth slowly seeped out from the windows. Drawing away from your never moving figure on the couch. The loss of light prompted the dawning of loss fall over your mind and stomach. The day was coming to a close and it churned your insides painfully.

You had an assignment you had to finish. You were never as pedantic or forward as Justin, so today was the day you spent majority of sun light working on it. It always took longer than it ever needs to be, and it didn't help that time was clearly escaping you.

Hasty steps to the light switch to grant sight, hasty steps back amidst all the papers and text books laid over the coffee table and floor.

Suddenly the door clicked open. It was Theresa and Jerry, Mrs Russo bantering this time about the very questionable hygiene of her husband after witnessing him eat a chip from the ground. Of course, realising your presence they chimed a polite 'Oh hey Y/n' before resuming in the kitchen. Max walked in joyed to see you, glad informing you of some new strange encounter he had with some stranger—made a bet with some guy in a fast food mascot suit and now he's his 'mortal enemies' he plans to show up with his own hot dog costume. Alex and Harper wondered it, only for Alex to groan at your studious state, 'ugh not you too', accompanied by the red head's unrelenting chipper greeting, before following her friend to grab a snack.

Last was Justin. You heard his voice you missed too much to say—he was eager to see you, going about how in their wizard lesson he had progressed another level, his joyous one upping on Alex and so on. You could only hum as you did with the others, eyes still strained on your paper, your hand still cramped from continuously running the led along the page. He stopped, noticing your distance.

"Y/n, have you... been doing this all day?"

Sat on the couch, he stared at the back of your head, just catching your answering hum.

"Babe," he said seriously, leaning forward to see your face, "have you even taken a break?"

Your small pause before making another noise, he already knew that meant you hadn't.

He stood up to walk around you, "You need to have periodic increments of rest, or you'll exhaust yourself." He said mindfully, picking up a strayed textbook.

You scoffed at him, and he looked at you. Eyes still gliding over the blocks of texts, chaste and frantic cross-checking as you wrote. "So hypocritical." You said loud enough for him to hear and Justin rolled his eyes admittedly.

He closed the book and placed it down. He carefully shuffled some books out of the way, conscious in making sure you still can see the pages you left open. Then moved to sit beside you on the floor, criss crossed, his knee nudges yours softly. Justin waits. He looks back at his family too absorbed in their own conversations before resting on your concentrating self. Brows furrowed, thined lips and darting distant eyes. You're stressed, you're tired. He could see it, he could feel it.

He leans in close, and his breath fans your face and his lips are pressed against your cheek softly. His ever so fleetingly gentle his lips is sudden against your skin and your pulled from your work. He moves away just enough to see your face, "You're right, I am." He's smug, smiling as he finally greets your gaze. "But someone told me it's not good to push yourself so hard."

You wiped your cheeks and let out a breathy laugh to cover up your redness. The method was much more effective than you thought. "They sound smart."

"She is, very smart. But she's also tired and stressed."

As his voice grew serious you finally faced him. He was centimetres apart, and each of you let your eyes dance around your complexions, soaking in your presence.

"Didn't realise how effective that..."

"It's very effective."

The chatter in the background, the aroma of the beginning of dinner. It felt like a blanket was over the two and you couldn't help but indulge in just being there with him. A long awaited break—the hole in your chest seemed to relent, dissipating as you drank in his warmth. So this is how it felt. You didn't realise how much you needed it till that moment with him.

"I missed you."

The peaks of his lips tugged, smiling at you as his eyes landed briefly on your lips.

"Me too." He said before connecting his small smile to yours.

[kamreadsandrecs]

Title: The Nightmarchers

Author: J. Lincoln Fenn

Genre/s: horror, thriller, science fiction

Content/Trigger Warnings: body horror, divorce, blood, violence, medical horror, physical and emotional abuse of a child, sexual assault, forced pregnancy

Summary (from the author's website): In 1939, on a remote Pacific island, botanical researcher Irene Greer plunges off a waterfall to her death, convinced the spirits of her dead husband and daughter had joined the nightmarchers—ghosts of ancient warriors that rise from their burial sites on moonless nights. But was it suicide, or did a strange young missionary girl, Agnes, play a role in Irene's deteriorating state of mind? It all seems like ancient family history to Julia Greer, who has enough problems of her own. A struggling journalist, she’s recovering from a divorce and is barely able to make rent, let alone appeal the court’s decision to give sole custody of their daughter to her ex-husband. When her elderly great-aunt offers her an outrageously large sum to travel to this remote island and collect samples of a very special flower, as well as find out what really happened to her sister Irene all those years ago, Julia thinks her life might finally be on an upward swing. She’s also tasked to connect with the island’s Church of Eternal Light, which her great-aunt suspects knows more about Irene’s tragic death than they’ve said. But Julia finds this place isn’t so quick to give up its secrets. The Church is tight-lipped about the deaths that have contributed to its oddly large cemetery, as well as Irene’s final fate. The only person who seems to know more is a fellow traveler, Noah Cooper, who thinks that Julia's not the only one on a mission to find the rare flower...which, if the rumors are true, could have world-changing properties. What Julia does know is that the longer she stays on the island, the more the thin line begins to blur between truth and lies, reality and the fantastical...until she finds herself face to face with the real reason why the island is taboo....

Buy Here: https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/The-Nightmarchers/J-Lincoln-Fenn/9781501110962

Spoiler-Free Review: I’ll admit that the book absolutely sucked me in; that prologue was a REALLY good hook, or at least for me it was. The first-person perspective helps to obscure a lot of what’s going on, forcing the reader to try and piece things together before diving into the the novel’s main plot. As a way to keep the reader intrigued, it was very effectively done. After that it takes a while for the momentum to pick up again, because of the need to set the stage, but once Julia is on the island, things start moving pretty damn fast, in a rollercoaster kind of way that is difficult to predict - mostly by throwing in concepts that come totally out of left field.

Which is where things become a bit troublesome with this novel. Now, I generally don’t have problems with authors throwing ideas together and stacking them one on top of the other to create a layer cake of concepts, but there’s something a little disjointed about the way the concepts in this novel came together. It’s a little hard to explain without going into spoilers, but: the first layer was already pretty interesting, if a bit of a stretch, but I was willing to suspend my disbelief because I REALLY liked the idea, especially given how it worked with the setup at the start of the novel. But then towards the end of the novel another layer was added that felt like it didn’t have enough decent setup to really work. Like it was tossed in there because the author wanted to up the ante beyond the (already pretty high) current stakes that had initially been laid down.

Unfortunately, the addition of that extra, disjointed layer didn’t work any wonders for the ending. I don’t expect stories to always have a neat, tidy ending, but even when there’s questions left unanswered those questions need to at least work in context with everything else in the novel. Sadly, that isn’t the case in this book, so the ending feels a bit oddly-shaped, as if there was something tacked onto it that doesn’t belong - which makes sense, given how some concepts were tacked on near the end that didn’t seem to go well with everything else.

It isn’t all bad though, because what this novel does really well is to portray the setting as a character itself, and a VERY dangerous one at that. It’s easy to look at a rainforest and be caught up in dreams of paradise, but as many Indigenous people know, that beauty hides some very deadly things - and not all of them make their deadliness obvious. Some of the characters are also downright chilling, especially when the reader figures out the reasons behind their actions. And the themes are also pretty interesting: the privileged nature of people from wealthy colonialist countries that makes them think they can profit off the land, resources, and bodies of Indigenous people; the use of religion and science to soften the way for colonial interests; and the tension between logic and faith.

Overall, this wasn’t half-bad as a read; it was certainly enjoyable while I was reading it. But certain new elements get included in the latter third of the novel that throw everything off, and those elements throw the ending off as well. Up until the reader gets to that point, though, it’s a thoroughly enjoyable, and pretty terrifying, read.

Rating: three corpse flowers

[quibllyfish]

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Time moved thick and slow, like a creeping sludge dripping down Lucifer’s back. The ticking clock behind his desk sneered at him as he mulled over the seven documents in his hands. Parchment grazed his rough fingertips, mingling with his skin.

Seven. Seven humans. Six normal humans, discounting the witch, Solomon. His lips pressed together thinly as an odd feeling sat at the base of his stomach. “Six humans,” he muttered under his breath, “why six—why all at once?”

The avatar of pride held a writing quill firmly between his fingers; as if anxious to move it at all. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel he could handle it; no, he barely ever cowered in the face of a challenge. This feeling was something else entirely. Lucifer’s mind drifted back to when he had discussed this with Diavolo. He sat in silence, contemplating.

The air in the devildom was as brisk as it was piercing, the cold sensation nipping at the back of the two men’s necks. Neither Diavolo nor Lucifer seemed to flinch at it. Perhaps they were accustomed after all these years. This realm was familiar enough to them that the whipping of wind felt like the gentle touch of home. Lucifer bit his tongue as they stood in silence on the Lord’s balcony, gazing down at the land below. As Diavolo spoke, his voice seemed to command all it struck,  

“The human transfers we have previously discussed,” his face was firm, stoic, “I want you to choose seven of them, Lucifer.” The lesser demon felt the hairs on his body stand up straight with shock and confusion. He tried not to let this sensation show.

Diavolo continued to speak before he could hear a retort, “I am trusting you with this task. Do you understand? You will receive a list of candidates by the end of this week.”

All the words Lucifer could think to say were caught in the back of his throat. Seven humans? What was... Surely, Diavolo couldn’t be planning anything outrageous without informing him. He took a moment to readjust himself, straightening his gloved hands and his shirt collar. His gaze reset from concerned to his default calculated demeanor. He reminded himself he doesn’t have a say in his commander’s wishes; anything that wavered in him seemed to disappear in that moment,

“I don’t mean to question your opinion,” He cleared his throat as he spoke, “but seven? Seven humans, exactly? I couldn't imagine why that’d be necessary.”

The demon lord smiled to himself, crossing his arms, “Lucifer, do you not agree that the devildom could use a diverse group to offer a multitude of perspectives?”

“Not to mention that humans do tend to do better in a pack.” Diavolo’s eyes glimmered with intrigue, “are you uncomfortable with so many new additions to your household? We can always make separate arrangements.” 

Lucifer shakes his head, gripping the railing of the balcony to steady himself, “No, absolutely not.” He takes a moment to readjust his tone—his pride had gotten the better of him as he spoke.

“We have an entire spare wing of The House of Lamentation free, it’s plenty spacious,” uncharacteristically, his voice began to trail, “it’s just…”

Diavolo let out a booming spout of laughter, mouth curling into a grin, “Don’t tell me you’re beginning to grow paranoid, Lucifer!” The prince sighed heartily, obviously satisfied with the amusement his servant provided.

As the memory faded out, the fatigued devil realized he had little time left to sign off on the group of exchange students. His breath hitched as he clipped seven papers together, holding his writing utensil to the thick pages.

Luckily, his signature showed no trace of hesitation. He wondered what his brothers would feel about this predicament…

Perhaps he was showing this situation too much concern—he hoped that this was only paranoia, yet something in his bones insisted he was missing the entire picture. It was as if there were several missing pieces to a puzzle he was trying to put together. Frustrating. His better judgment urged himself not to allow this feeling to make his opinion of the humans sour as a result.

How hard could wrangling a couple of mortals be, anyway? Lucifer smiled to himself—of course, they didn’t stand a chance to cause any trouble for him at all. This assignment would be easy and over before he knew it. A newfound peace washed over him as he set down the files.

⎯⎯・⎯⎯・༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺・⎯⎯・⎯⎯

OM:serendipity taglist: @star-guide

[littlebirdygirly]

Day 3: “That Was Not My Intention.”

Original Fiction

Summary: A first person look into waiting for someone to walk through the door.

Comments: I really liked this one, so I’ll definitely go back and edit it more later, but for now, here it is!

Warnings: Mild depictions of blood/injury, worry and anxiety.

Story:

Thoughts. Thoughts everywhere. Some good, some bad. Some so hideously grotesque that I couldn’t bear to focus on them, instead making sure they slipped by in the whirling slideshow of my mind. The continuous tick, tick, tick of the seconds passing by matched the steady beating of my heart. Tick, tick, tick. For what felt like the thousandth time that evening, I checked my watch, hoping, praying, that mere minutes had passed in the lifetimes I’d felt myself waiting. Twenty past one. I resumed my vigil, staring unmovingly at the door. With every breath, I wished the knob to turn. With every second ticking by, I wished for footsteps stomping up the steps.

Instead, nothing but silence reached my ears.

Tick, tick, tick.

Unable to take it anymore, I rose to my feet, the old couch I’d resided on groaning in protest, and walked into the kitchen, my bare feet pattering across the linoleum as I prepared myself for one thing. Ice cream. It was the only thing strong enough to take the edge off the waiting.

Dishing myself up an outrageously large bowl of vanilla – the good stuff, the only kind I could stomach when I was like this – I propped myself up on the counter and tried to ignore the door practically screaming to be stared at. Even turning my back on it didn’t have the desired effect. Waves of nothing screamed so loudly behind me that it was deafening. And, in turn, I wanted to scream with it. Worries turned into discord as my emotions warred with my logic, slowly terrorizing my thinking until all reason was taken over. What if… What if… What if he…

“NO!”

Reflexively, I slammed the bowl down so hard it shattered into pieces, scattering chaotically across the counter, the linoleum, even the hardwood in the other room. A sharp sting blossomed on my forearm, and I looked down to see a bright red cut slowly bleeding down my wrist. I sighed, leaning across the now-hazardous countertop for a damp dishcloth and clasping it tightly onto the wound before carefully climbing off my seat onto the bedlam of the floor below. Haphazardly rinsing the wound in the sink, I replaced the dishcloth onto my arm and tied it tightly around the injury, wincing slightly as the security all but pinched off my circulation. Oh well. With light, careful steps, I traversed the sharp, glistening kitchen until I was close enough to the cleaning closet to clumsily pull out a broom.

The tiny, crystalline shards of glass tinkled pleasantly as I swept them into a pan, promptly discarding them in the kitchen’s stainless steel trash bin before leaning cautiously onto the floor and arresting the smaller nooks and crannies with a hand duster.

I was so focused on the task that I didn’t even hear the soft creak of the door opening, the muffled thud of heavy boots being removed, the quiet footsteps of a person moving about the house. Until eyes on the back of my head sent a vague shudder of unease up my spine, and I turned around to see–

“What are you doing?”

A loud cry left my lips, and without thinking, I jumped onto my feet and barrelled into the chest of the man standing in my doorway, wrapping my arms securely around him and causing him to stumble unsteadily for a moment before returning the favour, wrapping his strong arms tightly around me, squeezing me into his safety, his warmth.

The dam broke.

Gasping, shuddering sobs broke free of the tension in my body, my fingers shaking, clinging to the fabric of his shirt, as tears soaked a puddle in front of my face.

“Hey, hey, hey. Shhhhh.” The man rubbed a comforting arm down my back, running his fingers up and down the trail of my spine, pulling me closer in his embrace. “Shhhhh, baby. What’s wrong?”

I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, tears glistening in my eyes and blurring the image before me. “You-you were supposed to be home hours ago!”

Regret tinged his expression. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. The boss called for a late-night meeting, and then traffic was cut off because of a horrific accident. My radio was going through the roof with requests to help clean up the mess, and between that and my partner screaming steady chatter at me through the comms, I just— I completely forgot I’d told you I’d be home by ten tonight. I’m sorry.” He pulled me in close again, laying a feathery kiss to the top of my head and whispering into my hair. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. That wasn’t my intention.”

A shaky sigh expelled itself from my lungs, and I buried my head deeper into the solid warmth of his chest. “It’s okay. Just… don’t do it again, okay?”

“I promise.”

His baritone voice rumbled through his chest, and I hummed contentedly, soaking in the position for what felt like hours before his hold shifted, slowly pulling back, his gaze finally traversing the room and taking in the makeshift bandage on my arm, the occasional piece of glittery glass still lining the kitchen floor.

“What, uh… what happened?”

An awkward chuckle left my lips, my lashes fluttering briefly against my cheeks before rising up to give a shy half-smirk. “Well, I had to pass the time somehow.”

His sharp gaze took in the look on my face, then the state of the kitchen, before focusing his full attention on the rag tied to my arm. A sharp gasp escaped my lips when he tried to peel the material away, causing a deep frown of concern to mar his features as he revealed the wound beneath. His lips set into a firm line.

“What exactly did you do to clean this, baby?”

Pink flooded my cheeks, and I looked away, taking in the glass sparkling in the overhead light. “Rinsed it under the kitchen sink.”

He sighed and shot me a pointed look, one that I could feel without even looking up, before throwing his hand out to me and waiting for me to take it.

“C’mon. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

A soft smile graced my lips, and I took his hand, letting myself fully relax into his touch. He was home. I didn’t need to worry anymore.

[johannesson]

When I was in college, I bought this large, plush snake.

I got it from a shop downtown that made baby clothes and resold stuffed animals and other plush toys. It was one of my favorite places to visit. Anyway, I was feeling really sad and thought the large plush snake would make me happy. I bought it, took it back to my dorm, and almost immediately regretted it. It didn’t get up and do a dance, it didn’t alleviate the stuffiness of the room, or the backlog of work, or the tiredness in my body. It cured nothing, and I was disappointed by its lack of healing properties and the wasted money.

This wasn’t my first time learning this lesson. At some point I purchased something online, probably another toy or book, and when it arrived, there were those first few moments of ‘wow, I have the thing I wanted!’ But it didn’t change anything else after that. During the time I wanted it, purchased it, watched it travel through tracking, I would feel this buildup like that thing would make everything better. This anticipation that I would be happy so long as I had this thing.

Of course, that didn’t work, and I was confused.

Still now, I’m fighting thoughts that - so long as I : get a new job, move out of town, find a boyfriend or girlfriend who will one day be my husband or wife, I will be happy and all bad things will disappear. So long as I do those things, everything that makes me feel sad, or hopeless or miserable will go away.

It still doesn’t work like that. Continually searching for the right plush snake isn't going to make me better. There is no 'cure,' no wishing stone that will make everything bad go away and replace it with joy for life and excitement to live. But, there is a treatment that can create those things. Treatment generally consists of self-care, which leads to motivation to work on tasks that bring me closer, slowly, to carving my life into a comfortable place to be happy in.

Sometimes it feels excruciatingly slow. I’ve cried into my hands or a tissue a few times over the past few days, but afterward, I can look back and realize that I have nothing to worry about. I’m not an old maid at twenty-three, twenty-four in a few months, or even twenty-five next year. I’m not wasting away my youth, and I’m not a failure of a person for not having a partner or an active sexual life currently; or ten grand in the bank or a successful, cool career in field research. I can’t keep beating myself up about things I can’t change yet and mourning the lack of a miracle that won’t come because God hates me or some other emotionally-driven outrage.

It’s hard to remember how much things have gotten better for me when I’m crying over a future or another world where none of my troubles exist. But after the crying comes this mysterious peace of mind, and the warm sun on the walk back to the toy store was enough to provide clarity.

[scorpio-marz-tingz]

18+ Observations 😛

This is legit for the freaks ight😈

Pisces 🐻Moon/Venus🐻 are so connnected to the arts and creativity this isnt a suprise at all but they can be sexually attracted to characters and other stuff related to the realm of fantasy like moody musicians, they can get off by creating images and scenarios in their minds eye that generate feelings/sensations similar to the real act and its a gurantee these mfs either have their eyes closed while fucking or they're making some very intense eye contact🤭

Aries 🐻Moon/Venus🐻 are some of the most erotic, passionate women ive ever had experience with (😩omg😩) its truly amazing how powerful her sexuality is when on full display with her deep.. deep pleasured moans and expressive dominance, this is the woman you will hear in the bedroom as she isnt scared to release her screams into the atmosphere, your only reaction to hearing the pure pleasure in her screams will be to give her more of what she needs and for this reason this woman is on the conquer or be conquered list

This woman doesnt fake and if she does then her planet is afflicted/harmed, she knows truth is more important than feelings, she will help you get better in my own experience I had a Aries Sun gf and she could get so fucking wet it was outrageous, id pull my hands from her pants and theyd be soaked it was such a pleasure to eat her Grade A p***y, our first time hooking up i road to her house and she kicked out the screen to her window to come out and i always thought that shit was so badass/aries of her

Leo Women (👑) particularly if its her moon or mars, will have dominatrix tendencies and will do yo ass like cat woman🤭 literally getting pleasure from crowning herself queen over the peasant that has wandered into her chambers, she will play with you like a mouse.. leo moon women are like sexy man eaters, she wont tolerate a weak man and after shes had her way with you she'll kick you out like trash and forget you ever existed, only the remenants of your spirit will be left in the form of newfound confidence🤣 (😩sexy asf😩 my cap moon says "mommy")

My capricorn moon mad turned on by this behavior ngl

Virgo Men (Mars/Venus) oh gosh you poor overly talented human beings i really do feel for you, everything is perfect for yall and just the way you want (main character vibes) and that includes the way you pleasure your partner, blessing your partner with hours of pleasure and multiple orgasms is literally an easy task for you, so attentive and detailed, you know womens body like you know your own, so be wary of the women who thinks its your job to fulfill them sexually because they wont return the gesture and they will drain your divinity one unreciprocated orgasm at a time🖕

I had this Sag Sun, Venus Scorpio and Mars Aquarius gf and i swear she was a literal zombie in bed she didnt even like giving head lmfao how the fuck? she got more orgasms from me then all her lame ass exes combined bahha, she didnt even manage to make me come 75% of the time i legit had to finish myself she just wasnt sex material no matter how much i talked to her about my experience or lack thereof(mars square venus) but she was super thicc and that @$$ was on a million.. turn me on 😛🤣

Capricorn placements like to give and take it rough, @ scorpios😛😛 and might be the best fit for scorpio in the inner planets, they can take your intensity like its nothing because theyve been through hell just like you, pluto-saturn dynamic is sexy, your dark energy is apex to capricorn and your pent up PURE sexual energy is heaven to scorpio, they can satisfy you like no other partner can, test it i promise you. So intense these orgasms will start to create ripples in reality around yall, im telling you the truth bruh dont take this for a grain of salt, its the whole barrel🤣

Saggittarius placements have superior drunk sex although im not too sure whats happening since were drunk🤣 it just feels right

Lets Spice it Up😛

*the persona of a dominant man*

*he doesnt move like other men, he has a dark aura, almost as if space and time crack around him as he directs, all women stare no exceptions*

"you wish to please me by getting on my good side, how foolish to make a slave of yourself"

- Capricorn Inner Planets

Taurus 5th house typically have larger more full goodies (male and female) and they're pretty thick, they are the real performers (not lazy at all) and even their head game is super STRONG Leo in 8th makes them secretly arrogant in their sexual ability but rightfully so since these are the sex gods/goddesses here to bless us all and evolve sexual conciousness as a whole (Neptune Mars Jupiter Sun and even SATURN in taurus/leo increase effects)

Adding Taurus/Scorpio energy to Leo creates magical sex ability, Ruler of 5th in Aries Aquarius and Capricorn Scorpio people are hung too🤔 but ruler of 5th in 8th makes you the BEST sexual partner and 8th in 5th creates a mutant🤭 go grab dem charts ladies

Mars Opposite Jupiter creates unlimited supply of sexual energy and might last longer than mars-saturn aspects simply because the energgy is renewing as its being used whereas saturn only endures, no renewal is happening there, they will be able to go all night and physically fucking exhaust their partner, these people will make you tap out no if or ands only ass🤭 they wont hold it against you tho as they probably planned out exactly how they would fuck you/punish you for what you did last week (which you undoubtedly forgot abt.. better think long and hard *pun intended* abt this shit next time you act up) they couldnt wait to get that ass bent over the bed, table, counter, balcony, or just abt anywhere else they can rail you, legs shake uncontrollably and your puddles' visible to them through the sweat thats blocking their vision, sometimes theyll have to finish by themselves as their partner cannot take it anymore.. *this aspect make you lowkey always horny and ready/down for a quickie* if your exploring sexuality they are the catalyst to some of your most important discoveries

Dom Energy

*Mars in 1st, 5th, 8th, 10th (7th and 11th makes u dominant amongst partners and friends alike)

*Mars/Moon in Aries/Capricorn (Leo/Scorpio must be in 8th/10th house to negate switch tendencies)

-Mars in a fixed sign makes you dominant by nature and aggressively so in 8th and 10th whilst in mutuable it makes u a bottom (sag and gemini are switch but their houses are not, it creates a pattern too tho but i wont explain only some will pick up on it, aries cap, libra cancer)

Eros in 8th/Scorpio - wants to be taken by force and love when you roughly spread her legs, she wants to be dominated completely but with sincere care, she has a thing for deep penetration she prefers length over width and she can probably take a full foot of dick

Mars-Uranus - such a fiery combination think of fire tornadoes with this one, real freak of nature and their sex will probably make you completely obsessed no joke.. these people get hit with the "im pregnant" more than any other even tho they're more than likely strappin up😐 probably because their partner senses that flightiness, that flightiness is just their sexual desires being fulfilled by multiple people not just one, they have different sexual partners that they specifically pick based off a specific sexual need, you were indeed chosen because these poeple know what you have to offer them in terms of sex and will exploit this, best fwb because if you give them freedom they will fuck you better than anyone else, they see bringing their partners together for a night of wild, unforgivable sex as the ultimate sexual victory

Mars-Saturn dominate or be dominated

*Taurus mars give best head*

mars trine/sextile venus are fucking eaters

*Neptune in 2nd are packing heat or maybe they are sexually talented*

Juno-Lilith people have the wildest sex with their parnter and if its conjuct then these people can tame a lilith woman and end up marrying her/making a genuinely good wife/mother out of her especially if its in scorpio, cancer, 4th/8th house, these people will indulge your sex fantasies no matter how dark or unacceptable and they legitimately will not judge you for them because they see lilith whos usually shunned, as the ideal partner, her flaws and sins are ideal to this guy *Flaws and Sins by Juice Wrld* "your scars are really gorgeous, aint that a weird way of giving compliments i see your light in all the darkness"

Taurus (Moon/Venus) loves foreplay and you can probably force them to come before you even sex each other.. hehe talk abt a tease 🤤🤭

So in my own experience but for sure, the venus taurus girl loves to get ate out, completely devoured, within a fraction of all her bodily fluids.. and if your skilled enough you can see the blood rush to her face as she is truly amazed and astonished by the sensation she cant quite grab onto or truly fathom... all she knows is shes in heaven and she doesnt want to ever leave, ive never seen so much cum flowing nonstop, it truly pleasured me to pleasure her for she also had the most beautiful pussy i cant make it up i tell ya i can have my mouth on that girl for hours or til my tongue gets way too sore🤫 i lowkey hope she see this im tryna smash again bahahaa

Last but not least i want to expose virgo for being so fucking nasty and even more kinky (i literally wanna use so much profanity when i talk abt virgos🤣) i have such a thing for virgo-pisces axis ill take such good care of all your wildest dreams... at the same time tho youd never truly know what im talking about unless a virgo exposes themselves to you, its truly fucking shocking, alot of the females have natural promiscuous vibes and dont think its fake because shes really fucking like that🤣🤣🤣 so fucking breedable im down for yall