#Rock Hard Vacation Harder

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Panties

Summary: Gojo has a thing for your pretty floral panties. 😏

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x AFAB!Reader

Warning: panty kink, panty play, grinding, dry humping, no smut

Word Count: 1,151

A/N: I uhm—was very inspired to write this. I have no excuse.

Pervert?

No, there was no way; Gojo Satoru was a pervert! He was just obsessed with you! His darling, perfect girlfriend. The cutest, sweetest, and sexiest woman he had ever come to know!

He wasn't a pervert when he took you on the most excellent dates! Spoiling you rotten with five-star, four-course meals! Was he a pervert when you both went on vacation? No, he thought his girlfriend looked stunning in the floral sun dress he bought her! Honestly, was he a pervert for pulling you into his office at the school, shoving all the papers to the side, and lying you down on the surface so that he could lift your skirt to see what pretty panties you were wearing?

No.

“T-Toru, you perv.” you gasp as he bunches your skirt up around your hips. “C-Couldn't wait until we got home?”

“I just want to see what panties my girlfriend wore. Is that being a pervert?” He runs his hands slowly up your thighs, squeezing and rubbing them until he reaches your panty-clad mound.

You were in white sheer panties adorned with the prettiest blue flowers. The lace hem was the same shade of sky blue, with a white ribbon in the middle. Seeing those cute panties had him licking his lips as he rubbed his hands together. You looked good enough to eat!

“Mhmm~ so pretty thanks for the mea—” your finger hooked under his blindfold, pulling it out before snapping it. “Oow! What was that for?” Satoru stuck his bottom lip out in a pout.

“I have a meeting with Yaga in fifteen minutes. Some of us, aka me, don't like to be late!”

“I’ll be fast, I promise!”

“Satoru, you and I both know if you start eating me out, it’s going to be thirty minutes tops!” Satoru whined like the spoiled adult he was before sniffling dramatically. “But, I will let you rub against me if you're fast!”

The second the word fast rings through his ears, Satoru is moving. His thumb begins rubbing slow circles around your clit while his other hand unbuttons his pants, pulling his cock out. Your arousal is visible through the sheer panties as he rubs your clit harder, drawing out moans from your throat. Watching those pretty panties get wetter and wetter has his cock throbbing and standing at attention.

Gojo heavily pants before he brings you to the edge of his desk, sliding the head of his cock up and down your clothed cunt. He can feel how wet you are, how your pussy twitches as the head brushes over your hardening clit. It made him squirm, knowing you felt as good as he did.

“Haaah.” he thrusts faster, teasing the bud, watching as your wetness begins to soak through the thin material keeping you apart from each other. “Fuuuck~ so pretty.” His bottom lip is sucked between his teeth, and he bites down on it hard, watching your thighs tighten, squeezing his cock as he continues moving against you. “Oooh, fuck baby~ giving me a thigh job~ or does my cock teasing your cunt feel that good?”

“F-Feels good~ feels good.” from the flush dancing across your pretty cheeks and how your back arches off the desk, Satoru knows you're getting into it as much as he was. “Mhmm” Your finger hooks under your panties, pulling them tighter against your pussy. “Faster.”

Who the hell would Satoru be to deny that request?! He moved faster, the tip pressing against your covered entrance, before sliding further up over your clit. He repeated his thrusts, grunting softly as he rocked faster, pushing harder against your entrance before rubbing over your clit. Your slick is wet, and god, it feels like heaven! But it's not enough to satisfy his yearning for you. If anything, it makes it ten times worse.

“Baby, sweetheart, please.”

“Please, what, Satoru?”

“I need more of you please~ pleeease, baby.”

His cheeks were flushed, and his tip was leaking pre-cum. Seeing him get so worked up made you feel feral. Glancing at the clock, you sighed; he was so worked up it really wouldn't take him long to finish. Without better judgment, you pulled your wet panties to the side and bit your lip, watching as Satoru’s eyes lit up like fireworks.

“Just rubbing.” Your reminder had your boyfriend rolling his eyes from under his blindfold before he slid his twitching click-through your silky fds up to your clit. “Yes~”

Satoru’s cock kept sliding between your folds and over your clit; feeling how wet you were made him move faster. From the strength of his hips, the desk moved underneath you, causing you to grow louder, whining as you clamped your thighs around him. It was so fucking sexy to be so close to fucking you but not allowed. Satoru snarled, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder as he bucked after, sliding through your folds. From the way he gripped your hips and shuddered out moans, you knew he wasn't going to last very long.

“So wet~ such a pretty little pussy~ fuck, you’re so cute.” Satoru praised repeatedly as he rocked against you harder, the desk creaking under your shared weight. “God, I love you, I love you—nngh.” He cried out, planting wet, open-mouth kisses over your neck. “I’m gonna cum~ gonna cum so hard for you~ please cum with me, okay?” The tip of his cock, focus solely on your clit, rubbing it up and down with his tip over and over faster and harder until you were arching your back off the.

“T-Toru gonna! Gonna cum!”

“Yes, sweetheart~! Yes, please!”

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, as your pussy, clenched and convulsed, throbbing against his shaft as waves of pleasure rocked through your every nerve. Watching you come undone, seeing the pleasure that was painted over the features of your face, had Satoru crying out, pulling back to watch his cock spill cum in between your thighs, the sticky substance staining your panties as he let out a ragged breath.

“Fuck thank you, baby.” He pressed kisses all over your face before sliding out from between your thighs. “You’re seriously the best! I needed that so bad.”

“You’re welcome, Toru, but baby.”

“Hm?”

“I need to leave soon. Could you help me clean up?”

You giggle as Satoru looks around frantically for something to clean you up with. He hurries off to fetch you a damp paper towel and some dry ones. Was your boyfriend a pervert? Yes, on some occasions, he was. But did you love that? Yes, you wouldn’t have him any other way.

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A Good Catch ~ Part 4 ~ End

Shanks got the vote for my 600 Followers Celebration, and now I am wrecked. I love this fictional man so much. Please enjoy the conclusion to this lil story. 🎣💖 Thank you for all of the love and support, y'all are amazing!! 🥰

Pairings: Shanks x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4275

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Summary: Your impromptu vacation is coming to an end, and you try to enjoy it as much as you can. You want Shanks to know how much it's all meant to you.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Teasing, Flirting, Alcohol, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, (Be safe out there), Vaginal Fingering, Choking, Birth Control, Pet Names, Outdoor Sex, Porn with Feelings, Aftercare, Angst with a Happy Ending

A/N: I apologize for all the angst, but don't worry, it'll all be okay! I hope you enjoy this final chapter! This story was a pleasure to write. 🙏🏼

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More dreams of the high seas rocked your sleep. The monstrous waves halted their deadly crash upon you as warm lips kissed along your jaw.

“Just a nightmare, damsel. I’m right here. I’ll save you.”

A choked sob left your throat as hot tears burned in your eyes before they’d even opened.

“Whoa, hey. You’re okay, sweetheart.”

Blinking through the tears, Shanks’ gorgeous face, lined with concern, filled your world. 

“Need me to fight your dreams, Y/N? Never done that before, but I’ll find a way.”

He puffed up his chest before he kissed away your tears away, and your laugh lit his face up. 

“There’s my fiery girl.”

Melting into a salty kiss, you let your bodies find each other again. 

“Come here,” he rasped, guiding you to curl against him, his warmth pressed against your back.

He left kisses along your hair as contentment hummed softly through you.

Not enough.

“Want me again so soon,” he teased as you moved your hips back. He let out a hiss, and then a pleased chuckle when you found what you were looking for, rubbing your ass against the hard length of him.

“So greedy,” he purred, tracing his fingers along your neck and chest, his breath hot against your hair.

“I am.” The breathy confession poured out of you, pulling you free of some of that tension. “I'm greedy. And demanding.”

You reached your hand behind you, stroking that veiny cock up against the meat of your ass until he moaned for you.

“Presumptuous of you to demand anything of an Emperor of the Sea.”

His fingers wrapped gently around your throat, the tightening in your core almost painful as you cried out his name.

“Mm, what does my greedy, demanding little damsel want me to do to her?”

His cock twitched in your hand, letting only whimpers leave your lips.

He lifted his head off the pillow behind you, pressing his cheek against the back of your head to get closer to your ear. It didn’t matter where he was, or if he was even touching you, that voice would always destroy you.

“If you’re gonna be so rude, you’d better use your words.”

“Please…”

“That’s more like it,” he rasped, giving your neck just a hint of pressure. “Please what, pretty girl?”

You could feel slick dripping down your thighs already, and had to bite your lip hard to focus.

“Please, Shanks. I need your cock, need to feel you.”

“Good girl,” he praised, replacing your hand with his as he started to push between your thighs. “Fuck, sweetheart… Already drenched, hm? Lift that leg for me now.”

Your leg wobbled as he teased along your folds, lining up until he pressed the swollen tip of him inside.

“Please, please, please, please–”

Shanks dug his fingers into your hip, his voice heavy with his own need.

“Say my name.”

“Shanks– Oh my– Fuck! Shanks…”

The feel of him shoving himself into you sent your eyes rolling back. The force of his thrusts as he used your hip to slam into you harder tore raw, desperate noises from your throat.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he growled behind you, losing some of his force as he released your hip. But he brought his hand to your throat again, squeezing until you choked out his name.

“Mm, you like this, Y/N? I can feel your sweet pussy gripping me so tight. Like when I choke you, baby?”

“Mhm,” you moaned, so close. Then his fingers clenched so fucking tight, and you came on his cock as you fought to say his name. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, kissing your hair as he loosened his hold. “I need to see you baby, can you move for me?”

After he helped you ride out that orgasm, you followed him, still twitching, until he had you where he wanted.

He sat up against the headboard, his eyes pouring over you as you slid onto his thick cock. The pressure of it had you slumping onto his chest, and he stroked your skin before pushing you back to meet his eyes.

“Can you stay with me, sweetheart?”

Your mind blanked at his words, eyes fluttering closed as you felt him pulsing against the walls of your greedy cunt.

“Can you keep your eyes on mine, Y/N? I wanna watch you fall apart for me.”

Of course.

Digging your fingers into his shoulders, your body thrashed as Shanks found the leverage he needed to make you scream. You gave him his name for as long as you could until you lost all words.

“Play with your clit, love. Let me see you.”

Your mouth fell slack with need as you were ruined again. 

Shanks’ dark eyes were a mirage, everything golden, everything you needed, and you lost yourself in the feeling of hope. The feeling that it was real. 

The feeling that he wouldn’t disappear like mist to leave you alone in a barren world once again.

“Gods, I need you so bad. Let go for me sweetheart. Mm, feels– fuck. Come for me…”

Right now Shanks was real, and you sent his name like a prayer to the heavens as he filled you with pleasure, with meaning, with the heat of his body, with him.

Your body drank him in, and he gifted you with your own name as you milked his cock, dancing with ecstasy until you lost the strength to hold yourself up.

He held you then, that spicy scent like the last bitter glimpse of the mirage. The last moment to pretend you were saved.

“You know, Y/N,” he let out, his own voice still breathy and strained, “I’ve lived a lot of stories, but I’ve never met a soul like yours before.”

You hummed against him, shivering as his cock twitched within you. You didn’t want to let him go. 

“You hungry, sweetheart?”

~

Breakfast on the beach with the hungover symphony of groans and snores made you smile, Shanks grinning at you as he shielded his eyes from the morning sun. 

“You know, it’s not polite to make fun of those in pain,” he reprimanded before stuffing a heaping spoonful into his mouth.

“Oh, my deepest apologies. I didn’t realize that the consequences of your own actions were above reproach. The poor drunken fools.”

Shanks snorted, giving you a crooked smile after wiping his gorgeous face. 

“Would you like to take a tour of the ship with me today?”

“Do I get to visit the gift shop afterward?”

This earned you a kiss, his eyes devouring you, eating you up after your breakfast bowls were taken away. 

The first place he took you was the crows nest, and he truly looked like a pirate now, making his climb look effortless, even missing an arm. You had never seen your island from so high up before, or the expanse of ocean stretching out so far. 

“It’s beautiful…”

“I know,” he hummed, kissing your temple as he held you to him. “I’ve been wanting to ask you, Y/N…”

“Hm?” 

Shanks’ eyes held that playful edge they usually did, but something seemed a little sharper. 

“Your grandma had a lot of stories about pirates. But you seemed so scared when we found you. What made you so afraid of us?”

“You remember there were good pirates and bad pirates in those stories, right,” you asked, sitting on the bench to meet his gaze as he joined you. 

“I remember,” he agreed, tilting his head. “But you were truly afraid. Did you think all pirates were bad?”

“Shanks, should I trust every pirate I meet,” you laughed, leaning back against the railing. “Pirates are lawless criminals, right? Are you expecting me to believe that I should feel safe getting pulled onto most pirate ships on these seas? Should I feel safe amongst a ship full of strangers when I can't tell if they're the good ones or the bad ones?”

Shanks didn’t meet your laughter, his lips quirking as he looked down at his sandaled feet. 

“No, you’re right,” he affirmed, his voice almost distant. “You were right to feel scared.”

“You made me feel safe,” you comforted, touching his knee to make him meet your eyes. “I’ve never felt safer than I do with you.”

His slow smile was everything to you, and he kissed your knuckles, the warmth of him lighting you up.

“I’ve gotta check on some things today. Come with me? I’ll show you our old girl, the Red Force.”

“Because you’re leaving tomorrow?”

Those words had remained unspoken, but you couldn’t keep them in anymore. His fingers tensed around yours, and you hated yourself for the hint of emotion you’d let into your voice.

“That’s right,” he almost whispered, trailing his thumb along your skin. “I need to make sure my ship is safe to go.”

I’m ruining it, I ruined it.

Grateful that he climbed down first, you took the time to school your face, and swallow the heat of pain in your throat. 

Every moment that he stood you in front of some part of his beautiful ship, telling you about what he loved the most, you wished he would just keep his fingers on your skin. 

More of the crew was on the ship today than you’d seen before, greeting you both as they reported to their captain. 

Every now and then, as you passed by a little alcove, a hidden corner, Shanks would pull you aside.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

“Say my name for me, sweetheart,”

“Kiss me, please. Kiss me now.”

Time meant nothing, as you let yourself be with him. Laugh with him, joke with him, enjoy each moment.

“And here’s–”

“Your fishing equipment,” you asked without needing to, the smell giving it away.

“Mhm, what do you think?”

Ooh, you had thoughts.

“How the fuck are you alive,” you questioned, holding a decaying pole aloft. “How can you survive on the seas like this? Do you even catch any fish? What the fuck is this net?”

Shanks laughed at your outrage, and you rounded on him with genuine horror.

“We get by,” he choked out, laughter still caught in his throat.

“I’m genuinely impressed,” you said flatly, crossing your arms at him. “For someone that grew up on the ocean, I assumed you knew something about fishing. It’s a miracle you haven’t starved to death already.”

“I think I’ve encountered a few miracles in my time,” he grinned, tugging you toward him. 

“Stop doing that,” you breathed, pulling away before you panicked, grabbing his hand in both of yours.

“Are you o–”

“Sorry,” you rushed out, “I’m just pissed that a world renowned pirate ship has such a pathetic excuse for fishing equipment.”

Shanks paused, his eyes raking over you before he kissed your forehead, pulling you along. 

“Come on, fisherwoman. Let’s get back to our vacation.”

~

An early dinner brought more clear eyed crew members to join you at the dingy table.

“Did your grandma leave you with any keepsakes,” Benn asked, his curiosity pulling you in, “Any strange weapons, or trinkets, or anything?”

“Um, no,” you answered, looking up as you tried to think of anything. “Just old fishing poles, and a bunch of stories I never believed.”

“A few more of those stories sounded real, you know,” he almost whispered, leaning back as Shanks leaned in.

“What do you mean?”

Benn gave a quick nod, standing to leave as Shanks let his voice tease over your ear, bringing shivers to your skin.

“It means we’re sure your grandma was a pirate. Or at least she knew one well enough to take all their stories.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Why,” he breathed against your cheek, leaving a press of lips that was barely a kiss. 

“It doesn’t matter if a fisherwoman’s stories are true. It just matters that they make the time pass by faster, make the boredom of waiting less harsh. We just need something to make life bearable until we get to the next bite.”

Why do I keep doing this? I don’t want to waste my last day with him with my shitty mood. Fucking stop!

Shanks said nothing, as if he could read the ungrateful thoughts in your mind. He stood, snagging a blanket off a hammock as he led you to the sand. He led away from the camp, until the voices, and the light of the fire were gone, and he gestured for you to help him lay the blanket out.

He plopped onto his back with a low grunt, bringing a soft laugh to your lips. 

“Are you gonna–”

He didn’t have to convince you. You tossed yourself back, a groan interrupting his words as you fell beside him. 

Your hand found his, and the waning moon filled your life as you let its light take over. 

“You really are incredible, Y/N.”

The silence of nonbelief filled your space, but you shook it away, giving him everything you could, everything you hoped he would understand.

“You saved me, Shanks.”

“Oh, so you finally admit it?”

You tore your hand from his to smack his chest, grumbling at how much his giggles made you need to kiss him. 

“No, stupid! I mean…”

Words. How could you put everything into words? Everything he’d done, and the gratitude you wanted him to take with him?

“I had forgotten how to live, Shanks. Forgotten how to enjoy the life around me. You helped me remember. I’ll never forget it.”

Tears filled your throat, and there was nothing you could do to stop them. No force in this world could hold back the weight of emotion that you felt for this ridiculous pirate. 

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, curling yourself against him. “I’m just going to miss you.”

Shanks said nothing for a long moment. Just held you, held his cheek against your hair while you tried to calm your breathing. 

“I live a dangerous life, Y/N,” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

“I know, Shanks, it’s okay. I knew you’d have to leave,” you breathed, slow tears dripping down to his chest as you pulled him even closer. “I just wanted you to know… I wanted you to know how much these past few days have meant to me.”

You followed as he sat up, brushing your tears away. He held your jaw, tilting your face to study you. 

The way Shanks looked at you always felt like a gift, and tonight it felt like treasure. You rested your hands on his face, and sent gratitude to the moon for lighting up these magical nights.

“I feel the same, Y/N.”

You couldn’t tell which would feel worse, which would make it harder. The thought that it didn’t mean much to him, and that he'd be able to sail away from you, just the same as he would from any other island. 

Or the thought that he would miss you, that you would both spend nights under full moons, remembering the touch of each other’s skin, remembering everything.

How could you let him go? How could you ever move on if you knew he was out there somewhere with your name etched in his mind?

His lips met yours, and this kiss felt like the end. It felt like the world was ending, and all you could do was hang on to each other, keep that connection until you would be flung apart. 

This little world you had created together, this moonlit beach filled with laughter and lust. It was coming to an end, so you tore every moment of joy you could from it, like a band playing music as the ship sinks.

“Y/N…”

“Shanks.”

Clothes were left in a pile on the sand. His clothes. His loose clothes that you’d never feel on your skin again.

He kept bringing you back, out of the painful thoughts. He always knew how to save you.

“I’m right here, sweetheart,” he rasped, trailing his lips along your neck. “You have made me so happy.”

Every touch was precious, and your eyes never parted for long. 

Shanks moaned your name as his fingers reached your thighs, your body’s need for him staining the blanket beneath you.

You nodded as his eyes grew dark, and those rough, perfect fingers pressed gentle circles around your clit before entering you. You fell back onto the blanket, and that heat, the pressure in your core was so close.

Just being with Shanks gave your body so much pleasure that it took no time at all before your back was arching, and you looked up at his glowing face while he brought you.

“So beautiful,” he breathed, tracing those wet fingers along your skin, marking you with that pleasure.

“Shanks, please–”

“I’m here. I’m right here, Y/N.”

Gentle kisses covered your neck and face until his lips found yours. He kissed you now as if you had all the time in the world. His lips and tongue took their time, exploring you, bringing soft, needy noises from you both.

Finally, he rolled that heat of him onto you, his cock sliding through your wet folds. He moved his hips, getting so close as he kept his eyes on you, his arm holding him up above you.

“Help me, sweetheart.”

His husky voice made your eyes roll back before you reached down to guide him to your entrance. He hissed when you wrapped your fingers around him, and wasted no time in stretching you, molding your body to his shape. 

That red hair hung loose, falling around his face as he rocked into you. Your hands clung to him, let him be your anchor. 

“Look at you,” he said with a breathy smile, “my fiery damsel. You are so good for me, so perfect for me.”

“You feel so good, Shanks, you fill me–”

“I’ll fill you up, beautiful. I need to feel you again.”

He nodded down at you, eyes going frantic as he snapped his hips up. 

“I need you baby, need to feel you…”

He growled as your fingers found your clit, thrusting into you as hard as he could on the blanket covered sand.

“Look at me, just like that, so good for me.”

“Shanks, I’m coming…”

Strained, primal noises left your throats, tearing through the air. 

You could feel the throbbing veins of his cock as thick ropes of come filled you, painting you, claiming you. 

He managed to breathe first, and you knew he was showering you with sweet words, sweet praise. You weren’t in words yet, you were just in the heat of his body, your racing heartbeats mixing together, that delicious scent of him. 

You could have stayed on that blanket forever, but soon you were laughing, helping each other don sandy clothes until you found the shower again. Washing and worshiping each other before sharing more stories as you lounged on those red sheets. 

It was a perfect night, and though you fought against sleep to make it last, you woke to more warm kisses, and a mind filled with stormy seas.

“Good morning, damsel,” he teased with that crooked smile.

Shanks held your hand on deck as your shitty village came into view. In your other hand, you played with that little stone in your pocket. 

Something to remember him by.

This gorgeous ship docked, and you watched the crew bring your tiny useless boat down. Your stinky gear was piled within, and you laughed to yourself at the sight of the single oar. 

Keep it together.

“Goodbye,” you managed to say without your lip quivering, looking up at him before heading down.

“Wait, I…” 

Your breath hitched, his hand tensing around yours. 

“I’m walking you home.”

He led you along, and your mind felt foggy, not quite there. Nothing felt real, and you weren’t sure if it was helping you or not. 

The crew called for you as you passed, waving and yelling their goodbyes. You caught Benn staring at Shanks, shaking his head. Yassop gave you a wink, and the sounds of everyone’s cheers followed you down the dock onto the dirt trail home. 

“This is it,” you announced at the door to your rickety little house, the first words either of you had spoken since stepping off the ship. 

The air was thick around you. His eyes were a little wide as he stared at you, and your jaw was clenching as you tried to keep your tears at bay.

Your mind went in a vicious circle of wanting to beg him to stay, and wanting to beg him to leave already because it hurt too much. 

“I’m, uh,” he cleared his throat before touching your cheek. “I’m gonna miss you, Y/N.”

The answering words choked out of your throat, high and shaky, and his smiling face fell. Those pretty eyes looked pained, his brows pulling together as he reached for you. 

As he kissed you. 

Another perfect kiss. Until you pulled away. 

“Goodbye, Shanks.”

You wanted to shove him away as he nodded, chewing on his lip for too long. 

“Goodbye, damsel.”

His soft voice almost broke you as he turned away. You couldn’t watch. 

The fishy stink of your house filled your nose as you fell inside, still holding in your sobs so he wouldn’t hear your heart breaking as he walked away. There was nothing but tears, and the rocking movement of your body as you held yourself, your still bare feet shaking as you sat on the old wooden floor. 

You had never felt more alone. There was no one you could even tell the story to. The story would disappear, just like he did.

Remembering the stone in your pocket, you held it in your palm until the wracking sobs began. 

I wish you were here, grandma. 

Grandma.

Your body moved on its own. Out the squeaky back door. Running up the dirt trail, to the little hill above the house, until you fell onto the grass, clutching that little stone in your palm. You touched your forehead to the heavy stone with your grandma’s untrustworthy name carved upon it. 

“I finally lived a story, grandma.”

It spilled out from you, as if you were sitting on that boat with her, waiting for a bite. You didn’t even have to lie. It was a good story. 

“I’ll never forget him,” you whispered, breath finally even, with the pressure of tears still there. But maybe… Maybe you would be okay.

“Y/N!!”

What the fuck?

“Y/N!”

That voice. His voice. You didn’t want to torture yourself. It was just your mind trying to deal with the pain.

“Damsel! Don’t hide from me, please!”

“Shanks?”

You had to clear your throat to yell his name, but you were still frozen to the spot.

“Fuck, Y/N. Where are you?”

His voice moved closer as you climbed to your feet, your legs wobbly from sitting on the ground for so long. 

Waving for him, your lips parted as you watched him run up the trail. His hair was damp with sweat, and his breathing was ragged as he stood before you. 

“Wha–”

“We need a fisherwoman,” he practically shouted at you.

Not a sound left your lips as you tried to figure out if you were hallucinating or not.

The hallucination reached out to hold your hand, squeezing as he caught his breath.

“You saw our stuff, we’re terrible! We need someone to fix up our gear, and help us fish in all sorts of wild waters.”

Your brows creased as you tried to focus, a headache starting to form from all the whiplash and crying.

Shanks dipped his head toward you, bouncing on his knees slightly as he continued.

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna be a pirate. You can still travel with us until we find an island you like. Somewhere you can be happy.”

Your mind was still stuck, just trying to understand the words he was saying. 

He touched your cheek gently, those pretty eyes searching yours. 

“I don’t…” he started, his voice rough, like he couldn’t get it out. 

“I don’t wanna leave here without you.”

The chains around you broke loose, a wave of relief, and joy, and excitement rolling over you. You lunged at him, falling into a laughter-filled kiss.

“Are you sure,” you questioned, mind still fragile, afraid to lose it all again.

“I’m sure, I promise,” he breathed between those sweet kisses. 

Pulling back from him, you looked into that face that you’d never forget. The joyful surprise in those eyes, the slow, crooked curving of those lips. A truly happy smile. Your new favorite. 

“You know,” you teased, poking his chest, “you sounded pretty distressed there. Almost like you were the one in need of some rescuing.”

Shanks’ smile turned mischievous as he caught your hand, starting to pull you away from your old life.

“Damsel, I’m gonna be your captain now,” he threatened, the purr in his voice sending shivers over your skin. “We’re gonna have to work on your manners.”

“Good luck with that,” you said with a laugh as you followed him to the trail.

“Wait,” you cried out, pulling your hand away.

“Why? Is everything okay,” he asked, worry filling his eyes again. 

“I’ve just got one more thing I need to do.” 

Kissing his cheek, you ran back toward the grass.

“Hey, grandma,” you whispered as you left that little stone on her grave, winking at Shanks as he beamed at you.

“You were right. It was a good catch.”

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Skinny Dipping

Summary: It doesn't take much to convince Spencer to go skinny dipping with you

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut, Fluff

Content Warning: (18+, minors DNI) skinny dipping, public sex, penetrative sex

Word Count: 900

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The moon reflected on Spencer's face as the both of you lay beside each other on a blanket in the backyard of Rossi's lake house, enjoying your little vacation. Your boyfriend was busy explaining the meaning behind every star constellation within sight while your mind wandered to things far more exciting. 

Without a warning you got up and walked the few steps to the dock. Spencer sat up and watched you, unsure what you had in mind. When you slowly began shedding the few clothes covering your body, Spencer suddenly jumped up from the blanket.

With a higher pitch than he would have liked he almost yelled, "What… what are you doing?!"

You maintained eye-contact when you dropped your underwear, a smug grin spreading over your cheeks. Spencer let his eyes wander over your exposed skin, mesmerized by the way it seemed to be glowing under the moonlight. 

"Skinny dipping," was all the explanation you offered before jumping into the lake. 

Spencer ran to the edge of the dock to look after you, his eyes following the sound of splashing water. When you emerged to the surface, he sighed with relief. 

“Would you please come out again? I can hardly see you and I don’t want anything to happen to you,“ he pleaded.

“If you want me to get out you will have to come and get me,“ you challenged him while swimming further away. 

Spencer contemplated his options for a second but when you disappeared in the water again, he knew he'd have to get in. Quickly he undressed before jumping in the water after you. It was too dark to be able to see you so he followed the sound of your giggles.

Once he was able to get ahold of your arm, he pulled you closer until he could hold you tightly against his chest. You were close enough to the shore for Spencer to be able to stand in the water, keeping balance while you swang your arms and legs around his body. 

You found his ear, your breath hot against his chilled face, "Isn't that fun?"

"I'm not sure I can agree. What if someone saw us?" 

"It's dark and we are the only ones here," you reminded him. 

You pressed your body flush against his until there was no distance to be found between you. With soft lips you showered his face with little kisses while his hands made contact with your waist under the surface. 

You smiled against his skin right before you pulled back slightly to whisper, “I’m a little surprised you actually took off all your clothes before jumping in."

"You were naked, I wasn't thinking clearly," he chuckled. 

The sensation of your bare skin pressed against his left him in need for more, still vivid was the memory of you moaning out his name when you were together earlier that day. 

With a fervor that knocked the air out of your lungs he kissed you while his hands wandered to the soft flesh of the curve of your backside. The harshness of his grip made you whimper into the kiss, making it obvious how excited you were getting. 

When you felt his growing erection pressed against your core, the whimper quickly turned into a moan. Greedy hands roamed over one another's body, getting impatient to melt into each other fully. Your fingers intertwined with his unruly curls, gently pulling until you got access to his neck. 

You kissed and nipped along his sensitive skin before harshly sucking at his pulse-point.  

"Fuck," he groaned, "I need you."

You pressed your lips on his once more while you reached between your bodies to lead his hardness into your waiting heat. You were ready for him, your body gladly welcoming the intrusion. Your legs tightened around his hips, holding harder onto him while he buried his fingertips into the skin of your backside. 

With tentative motions you began rocking against him, the resistance of the water not allowing any harsh movements. The position was impractical and a little uncomfortable but this moment couldn't have been more perfect anyway. With his hands on your hips he intensified the movements, your bodies grinding against one another slowly but purposefully. 

It didn't take long for the both of you to find relief, every throbbing of his erection being met by your core pulsing around him. Your heated forehead rested against his as both of you tried to even out your breathing. After a few moments you let go of Spencer to swim over to the ladder reaching from the dock into the water. 

Right after getting out, you wrapped yourself in one of the blankets you had taken with you when you decided to watch the stars. Spencer was right behind you, finding his place under the blanket with you as you lay down on the picnic rug. As you held each other close, Spencer shared his warmth with you until the both of you had dried off. 

Your eyes wandered over the night sky, mesmerized by the beauty of it. 

"Isn't it pretty," you breathed. 

Spencer only had eyes for your face but he agreed nonetheless, "The most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

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my rotten mind and how much it worships you [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader

summary: you and hailee slowly figure out your feelings for each other and start to do something about them instead of arguing.

warnings: a bit of everything, fluff, angst, and spice; slightly suggestive themes but no actual smut; still technically enemies-to-lovers but more focused on the lovers part; PR messes + glass closets; still 100% inspired by lacy...and rock bottom

wordcount: 1.6k

a/n: this is part two of the sweetest torture one could bear. i had a bunch of scattered ideas for this but the amazing @anninastv truly encouraged me to write this so shoutout to her for always having incredible ideas. i tried to lean harder into the fluff than the angst but uh...well, i have a lot of thoughts, okay? rubix stop getting attached to your one-shots challenge.

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The morning sun peeks through the thick curtains of your hotel room, bringing in enough light to rouse you from the depths of sleep. 

You groan and attempt to roll over to hide from the warm light that fills the room. Your attempt massively fails however and that’s when you realize the weight pressed up right against your back…along with the arm loosely draped over your waist. 

The realization is more than enough for you to shake off the drowsiness that clings to your mind. It takes a few seconds but then, all at once, the memories of the night before come back. Hailee offering to let you sleep in the one bed in the room instead of the couch, her outburst of emotions, the easy conversation that flowed, and…the kiss. 

The one kiss that eventually led to a lot more.

You shiver just thinking about the things the two of you got up to after that. The soft looks and careful touches you won’t be able to take back even if you wanted to. Which, you’re not sure if you want to.

You’re not sure about a lot right now. 

All you really know is being in Hailee’s arms feels better than you ever thought possible. And you really want to hate the feeling but you can’t. Just like you can’t hate her despite how much easier everything would be if you did.

“I can hear you overthinking from here.”

The sound of her voice makes you jump out of your own head and back into the present. You can practically see the grin that’s definitely on her face right now, the one that makes her eyes warm and her face soft.

“I’m not overthinking,” you mumble in response.  

“Right…” She, surprisingly, doesn’t argue any further than that.

You’re clearly not the only one whose feelings have gotten incredibly complicated. Although, maybe she’s actually taking your advice to heart and going after what she wants. 

It's hard to believe you're what she truly wants, though.

The brunette makes some sort of noise, something between a sigh and a groan, before you feel her lips against the bare skin of your shoulder. She’s gotten far too good at reading you in the span of this stupid vacation. 

Her soft kisses feel incredible but you still haven’t fully shed your need to push her buttons whenever possible. “If I would’ve known you’d be this touchy in the morning, I would’ve slept on the couch.”

“Mmm, has anyone ever told you you’re a horrible liar?” Her comment is mumbled against your skin and you actively have to stop yourself from groaning.

“You had no problem believing I hated you.”

“So…that was all a lie?”

Shit.

You walked yourself right into that one. No amount of witty comments and half-assed jokes are going to be enough to get you out of this. So, you settle on silence. You’d rather not open the Pandora’s box of hidden feelings you’ve been hiding under all your sarcasm.

Hailee doesn’t want silence, though, and she makes that crystal clear. 

“I want you.”

You know what she's talking about but the mere thought of it is too much to comprehend so you do what you do best: deflect. 

“You've been awake for ten minutes and you're already thinking about sex?”

“That's not what I mean.”

“I know,” you say through a sigh. “But sleeping together doesn't mean we're fated to fall in love.”

Her hands tug at your waist, a silent request for you to turn over. You don’t want to fulfill it and yet your body moves before you can stop it. You turn onto your other side and pretend not to notice the satisfied grin on her face.

“Can't a girl be a hopeless romantic?” She mutters once her eyes find yours.

“I don't think you can afford to be much of anything right now.”

It's subtle but it's a reminder of why you're here. You're not a real couple, you're not friends, and you barely even like each other…or at least, that's what you thought before last night.

She's quiet for a few seconds and you foolishly assume she's changed her mind. But of course, she hasn't. Because when has Hailee Steinfeld ever made things easy for you?

“I want to try.” Her voice is barely above a whisper but it carries more weight than you’re used to hearing from her. “I want to be with you.”

“Why?” You blurt out. “You don't even like me.”

You half-expect her to roll her eyes at you or call you stubborn but she doesn’t. She doesn’t even try to put her walls back up. For once in a long time, Hailee’s finally being honest, with herself and with you. “Because you get me. You see through all the bullshit without even batting an eyelash. It's annoying but it's refreshing. And I think I’d have to be an idiot to let you slip away.”

“You are an idiot.”

Despite your words, you’re already halfway to kissing her. It might be a foolish decision but it feels far too right for you to ignore. 

Most of your day is spent like that, kissing Hailee and letting her show you how much she means her words. And, considering the amount of marks she leaves all over your neck, she really means them.

It’s not until late afternoon that the two of you manage to untangle from each other. The brunette keeps her hands to herself long enough for you to shower and by the time you come back, her whole demeanor has changed. 

You’re about to ask her what’s wrong when you notice the way she’s clutching her phone. 

Right.

You’re still in the middle of a, frankly ridiculous, PR stunt and whatever it is you’re doing doesn’t fit the narrative the media has created. One that’s very intent on keeping Hailee inside her glass closet. 

“y/n-”

You stop her before she can get too far, not ready to hear the hundreds of excuses she always has on hand. “It’s fine. You don’t owe me anything.”

“I know.” She sighs. “But I meant it. I want this. With you.”

It would be incredibly easy to push back. To tell her you’ve changed your mind and you want no part in whatever PR mess she’s created for you…but that’s not the truth.

And, as much as you hate to admit it, you’re far too deep to turn back now. 

“Just keep your hands to yourself during dinner, Steinfeld.”

The smile she gives you is the only evidence you need that you’re doing the right thing. Even if it’s not necessarily the easiest thing.

The time for your dinner reservation arrives far quicker than you’d like and before you know it, you and Hailee are sitting out in the open in some random restaurant pretending you don’t notice the bunch of paparazzi waiting on your every move.

It’s strange but also not the weirdest thing you’ve ever done so you do your best to focus on the brunette and nothing else.

“They’ll go away in a bit,” Hailee says while her hand finds yours under the table. “They’ll take a few pictures and then leave once nothing exciting happens.”

“You don’t think I’m exciting?” You reply, allowing her to intertwine your fingers.

“You’re impossible.”

You merely chuckle and listen to her while she swiftly changes the topic. You nod along as she tells you some random story from her time shooting Hawkeye, trying your best not to get distracted by her affectionate touches.

You’ve learned a lot of things about her during this fake vacation and yet, her constant need to be in contact with you might be your favorite one. Twenty-four hours ago you couldn’t wait to never see her again and now you’re actively trying to plan out when to spend more time with her. 

You’re in the middle of wondering how the hell you got here when you feel her arm wrap around your shoulders. You assume the paparazzi are gone so you don’t say anything. You merely let her rest her chin on your shoulder and admire you like you’re some priceless painting.

“You okay?” She whispers.

“Yeah, just thinking.”

You turn slightly to be able to look at her and she takes the opportunity to kiss you. Your hand reaches up to cup her face as you return the kiss, completely oblivious to the pictures that get snapped at that moment.

You don't even make it to dessert before both of your phones are blowing up with endless posts and tweets, all talking about the two of you and the sweet kiss you're sharing in the attached pictures.

“Hailee,” you say softly, your voice tinged with the slightest bit of regret. “I’m sorry.”

“Don't be.” She shakes her head before turning off her phone and giving you her undivided attention once again. “I created this whole mess in the first place, I can deal with the backlash. I just…don't want to hide anymore.”

“Who are you and what have you done with the real Hailee Steinfeld?” You joke.

She rolls her eyes but there's no annoyance in the action anymore. There's nothing but that goofy grin she can't contain no matter how many times you push her buttons on purpose.

“And somehow I'm the one who doesn't have feelings.”

You have no time to reply and for once, you don't really care. All you care about is the feeling of her lips against yours.

Everything else can wait until later.

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Edit: Expanded reference sheet

WOOOO! Done just in time! @kirbyoctournament

Name: Olympea, the Pummeling Peacekeeper

Gender: She-himbo, She/Her

Age: Never ask a woman her age! (She's an adult.)

Occupation: Warrior/Hero of Yore

Species: Puffball/Starborn/Star Child/whatever the Kirby species is called.

Uh-oh, due to a temporal anomaly the Hero of Yore Olympea suddenly finds herself transported alive and well from Ancient Halcandra to the Kirby OC tournament! She doesn't know what's going on, but she'll roll with the punches and treat it like a fun dream vacation of sorts. She does like meeting all sorts of new people and trying new foods, weapons and technology. She'll have so many stories to tell her friends when she returns! It's probably for the best if she doesn't learn what disaster befell the four heroes in the regular timeline, though...

Some ground rules, just in case:

I would love seeing people's OC's interact with her! Asking Olympea questions is okay, but this is not an ask blog/rp blog and I'm not looking for extended roleplay. I may not answer your question. If I see potential for an interesting interaction I may draw it, but I can't promise anything. (Keep in mind if I don't respond right away -> 1: I'm timid and get anxious easily. 2: I may not have figured out that part of her story/the history of Ancient Halcandra yet. 3: The answer would have contained a spoiler for my fics. 4: I'm very slow at drawing.)

I'm joining this tournament for fun, so thank you for understanding!

Propaganda and Answered Asks:

Arrival

Found cupcake!

Ask (Giant upcake): quanblovk

Ask (Kettlebell): graycoin

Ask (Pet rock): anonymous

Ask (Punching): anonymous

Bonus: Punch!

Ask (Green bean): maybeher0

Ask (Fic canonicity): anonymous

Propaganda/gift art for my competitor: zeros-witness and Rimuri

Ask (Unexpected cursed hands): morp

Off to the loser's bracket

'Tis pride month! Thou knowest what that meaneth.

Bonus: Rock Rider Olympea

Weatherproof outfits

Grillmeisters

Ask (The Gospel Of The Lamp™): the-chaos-axolotl

Bonus: So Moth It Be

Olympea's Space Gauntlet

Ask (Grip strength): cauli-flawa

Bonus: Wanya-fication

Bonus: Noddyfication

Ask game: Graycoin 💫🥘☀️🐛

Ask game: Anonymous ⚔️🧋⚙️

Ask game: Anonymous 🥀 (Asks about Soul forms so CW: discussion of body horror and death!)

Propaganda/gift art for my competitors: Inufaiya and Cauliarty

Bonus: Star Allies icon

Bonus: Keigo's P.E.T.R.O.C.K. interface

Bonus: Fake Dream Buffet Costume

Overview:

While she's not very big, intellectual or attuned to magic, she is unbeatably chipper and physically strong. She loves fighting and gleefully uses a variety of lovely accessories/weapons like a giant club, enchanted glaive, magitech gauntlets, etc. Her left glove allows her to access a dimensional storage. Teases hard, punches even harder. Actually quite feminine when off the clock. Loves magitech gadgets a lot. Doesn't think science or magic is better, because their society needs both. She's definitely not insecure about her height. She'd also never conjure a giant squeaky hammer to bop you over the head if you call her short.

Likes: Vegetables, Nectar, Trying new foods, The colour green, Flowers, Butterflies and moths, Pretty/cool/badass women, Her club, Brass knuckles, Tinkering, New gadgets, Teasing her friends, Seeing a certain winged magenta knight open up and feel genuine joy

Dislikes: Being mistaken for a child, Being called stupid, Stuck-up people, Seeing her friends being hurt, Strangers flicking her antennae, How much dust and scales her wings leave behind

Abilities: Able to fly. Very physically strong. Innately has access to Suplex and Hammer, but mainly uses her trusty club. Her boots and gauntlets let her emulate elements of Hi-jump, Laser and Mecha. (The boosted jump, laser finger guns and palm blasts, respectively.)

Weaknesses: Can't fly quickly. Stubby little arms limit her great strength with little reach. Distractable and a little naive. Can't resist eating strange and exotic snacks no matter the source. Seeing cute girls (she HAS to show off).

Fighting Style:

Her gauntlets are good for punching and the palms can release blasts of energy as well. They're mainly so she can hold large weapons well, since her actual hands aren't very big.

Her moth wings aren't very big either, so while she can normally fly and can still break her fall when she's armoured, she prefers to zip around close to the ground. It's often faster and easier to run and jump when she's fighting. Especially when she's wielding her heavy club. Her boots help her boost and maneuver quickly.

Don't make the mistake of thinking that because she prefers close range combat and isn't proficient with magic she can't attack at a distance. Her gauntlets possess finger laser guns and she can use her left glove (which she also wears under her gauntlet) to access her weapon hoard at all times. Who knows what else she keeps in there?

Even her civilian outfit isn't harmless. She still has access to her innate Suplex and Hammer abilities, after all. And those shoes have steel toes! Of course, the platform heels are just to keep her delicate wings from scraping across the ground when folded. No other reasons. (Like being taller.)

Design Thoughts:

Olympea is the first of the Heroes of Yore who came to me. I was thinking about how to describe the Heroes of Yore and knew I wanted at least one to be a woman. Suddenly her name resounded through my head! Then I just started associating. Olympea sounds like Olympics, so she must be strong. Pea calls to mind small, round and green, so what if she's (mostly) the same species as Galacta Knight? Peas are famous for research on genetics and alleles, so what if she was born, not formed like him? Maybe she doesn't have a lot of magical affinity. Then she needs weapons. Pea, peace, pea shooters, peas in a pod, peacemaker, pea-smacker. Let's give her a hammer, no, a club! She's strong, so what if she packs a punch? How about some gauntlets for punching? She can have a gun, wait, let's put the gun (pea shooter!) in her gauntlet's finger! She needs storage for her weapon hoard (girl needs to accessorise!) so what if her enchanted gauntlets let her access dimensional storage (peas in a pod)? Hmmm, does she have wings? There's a bug called a pea moth, so she has moth wings now. Her ponytail is twisted like a dried pea pod and not-so-coincidentally looks a bit like a cocoon when down and a boxing glove while up in a bun.

I maaay have gone completely overboard with the whole pea thing, but such is life. Although there is a bit of Hammer Lord in there as well. She doesn't hate magic, she just doesn't have a lot of affinity for it. She does enjoy tinkering and building weapons. This is how she ended up relying mostly on technology instead of magic.

She's not a knight and has no mask, because while many people depict all adult puffballs as masked knights (probably influenced by the Star Warriors from the K:RBAY anime) I personally don't think this has to be universal for their kind. How sad it would be if all they were destined for was fighting! ...And then I made her a warrior anyway. Oh well.

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First Time

summery: its chris’ first time and you guide him through it….

WARNING: smut, sub!chris x reader, p in v, oral( fem ), no protection( wrap it up kids ), virginity loss, creampie, ma, mama, baby, nickname (NOT PROOFREAD)

( a/n: sorry it took so long for me to post again😭 i was on vacation and school is kicking my ass )

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Me and Chris have never have sex before, we have talked about and we’ve made out and gotten close to it but he’s always kinda pulled away. I will never pressure him into anything bc i don’t know his side of it but ever since we got together (5 months ago) i haven’t had sex or even touched myself. I want to ask him about it but i don’t wanna push boundaries.

Chris was laying across my chest editing a video for his personal channel while i watched him. “ Chris can I ask you something?” i asked thinking about how to word this. “ Of course baby what’s up?” he looked up at me from his computer. I went quiet, “ Do you not want to have sex with me? Like do i do something that you don’t like or are you not ready, im just nervous im doing something wrong.” i blurt out. He turned his head back down motionless. “ im so sorry for asking that, it’s just been in my head for a while an-“ He cuts me off. “ i’ve never done it before” he says quietly. “ what..” i gasped surprisingly. “ yo don’t make fun of me” he rolled his eyes. “ im not baby i just thought you would’ve” i run my hand through his hair. It fell quiet after that, “ can we do it? i mean i never have but i can try” he looks up at me. “ don’t worry ill teach you”

i stand up leading him to my room, pushing the door open and guiding him to he was standing right in front of my bed “ Here sit down” i say slightly push him and straddle him. He smiles up at me pulling me into a kiss. “ Take off my shirt” i say lifting up my arms as he slips my shirt off. Normally when it gets to this point he pulls away, “ do you wanna keep going baby?” i ask breaking the kiss. “Yeah” he lets out a breath. I make eye contact with him reaching behind me uncliping my bra letting it fall off my shoulders. Chris’ eyes widened look straight at them. I picked up his hands pulling them up to grab my tits “ you can touch me baby don’t be scared” i wink i him. he lets a slight whimper slip as he stars getting harder under me. I rock back and forth creating friction between us. “ can i taste you?” chris whimpers. “ of course baby.” i say with a smile getting off of him and crawling to the head of the bed taking my panties off leaning back and spreading my legs infront of him. “ fuck you so pretty” he moved over between my legs. He pushed a finger in me, i let out a gasp and i look down at him. “your so wet mama” he latches his lips to my clit. he continues licking in my folds, he pulls away “ am i doing good” he looks up at me still pumping his fingers in me. “ fuck yes good job” i lightly push his head back into me rocking my hips on his face. He smirks onto my pussy at my actions and continues. “ fuck chris im close” i moan. his tongue speed up in me, i let go with a squeal as he laps up my cum.

“great job chris” i smiled down at him. “you taste good ma” he said connecting our lips. “can i ride you” i asked. “yes please” he said swapping places with me. i kneel on the bed next to him, i pulled off his sweats palming his hard through his underwear. I watched as his eyes roll back a bit as a touch him. i slide down his underwear my eyes widened at his size, i slung my leg over to straddle him giving his dick i few times before sliding down on him. “omg you so big” i fall forward putting my hands on either side on his head. He grabs my hips moving them up and down on him “ god you feel so good” he groans letting his mouth fall open. i start bouncing on him at a fast pace feeling him squeeze my things in pleaser.

I feel the knot in my stomach, i clench around him “fuck baby i’m so close” he whimpers from below me. “go ahead and cum pretty boy im right behind you i arched my back.” His hips jerk up into me as a feel strings of his hot cum inside of me as a fall over the edge with my legs shack and my nails digging into his shoulders. i get off of him and he moves over so can fit in the bed to and looks at me. “thank you” he half smiles at me. “for what baby?” i stroke his soft brown hair. “For yk�� being my first time” he says. “no problem you did wonderful baby” i say getting up and going over to get him and i clothes and tossing him some sweats. “so did you” he breathes pulling clean pants on. i ran back over to the giggling and cuddling with chris until i felt his breathing slow and he feel asleep peacefully. “ my beautiful boy” i admire him…

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Lullaby of the seas

Author: bvidzsoo

Warning: violence, blood, mentions of eating humans but nothing graphic

Pairing: Choi Jongho x female reader

Word count: 15,2k

Summary: Choi Jongho could be described as a dreamer; he loved folklore and fairytales. His father was a sailor and often brought his son out on the sea with himself, thus they lived off of selling fish and pearls. Jongho was well raised and always kind, a very hard-working son, therefore it came as no surprise that he accepted the job offer of a mysterious pirate when his father's house got destroyed by a storm. Jongho was quiet and didn’t bother others, did his job very well and secretly fantasized about meeting a mermaid one day. There was one tiny problem, the seas they sailed had no mermaids in them, only vicious sirens out for the blood of unassuming pirates and sailors. (Reader is called Sunmi in the following oneshots.)

A/N: Second part of the series is up, lovelies! It's like the Flash possessed me or something by how quickly I finished this part lol; I'll try to post San's part before I go on vacation, but no promises. I hope I did alright with this part, and don't be shy, leave feedback, let me know your thoughts! Enjoy now!

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               I sat on a rock, close by the shore, watching the waves crash against the beach, occasionally washing up pearls and seashells. The light breeze was slowly picking up into a more powerful wind, blowing my wet long, black hair in my face. The sun was setting in an hour, the air not as warm as it was throughout the day, and I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I exhaled. This was my home. The sea. The ocean. The water. I have never touched land, or walked on it, as I lacked legs, as humans called them, to be able to do so. Instead of legs, I had a long-scaled tail, sturdy and strong. The black scales traveled up my stomach in an uneven pattern and covered my breasts scarcely, creating the illusion that they were molded into my skin. Despite sitting out in the sun quite often, I was rather pale, the only color on my face being my red lips which hid my sharp teeth, perfect for hunting. Despite popular beliefs, folklore was the one responsible for twisting the truth about Sirens, we only ate once a month and it was during the full moon. We recharged through the energies of the moon and through the blood of the sailors we took as our prey. Our beautiful voices lured them in, creating the perfect distraction for us to group around their boats and then attack as they were just waking up from the daze our lullabies put them into. No matter how cautious they were, they usually never made it out alive. The Raging Sea was our territory and despite sailors and pirates knowing about it, they still tried their luck and travelled through it. If the violent storms didn’t kill them, the sirens lurking in the depths surely did.

I opened my eyes and they fell on a large ship in the distance, sailing away peacefully, unassuming of the doom they were about to face tonight. It was a full moon and the swarm was hungry. Last month we didn’t find enough sailors for ourselves and had to share our prey among us, something which left us weaker than usually, thus we were starving, bloodthirsty and slightly desperate. Their blood wasn’t the only food, human flesh was tastier than anything else. Some were sweeter than others, mostly women, but we rarely had the pleasure to kill one, so we had to suffice with the disgusting sailors. Pirates were harder to trick, but if you stayed persistent, they’d willingly come to swim with you which made our job so much easier.

Bubbles travelled to the surface of the salty water before a head popped up to the surface, light green eyes staring into my icy blue ones, “Here you were.”

It was Serena, we were from the same swarm and she was someone I considered a friend. We usually stuck together when hunting in case anything went wrong, someone was there to help. Sirens didn’t make connections between each other like humans did, but I trusted Serena enough to allow her to approach me whenever she wanted. Despite living in a swarm, each one of us went on their merry ways, only reuniting when the full moon was to come up. We were stronger together than alone.

“Do you need something?” I asked her as she swum around the rock before pulling herself halfway out of the water, forearms resting on the solid surface. Serena’s head tilted and she smiled, her sharp teeth showing.

“Are you contemplating again?” She asked amused and I looked away from her, eyes focusing on the ship again. She followed my sight of line and her smile disappeared.

“About what?”

“Life.” Serena said, her expression mirroring mine. Our sharp eyes were narrowed and mouth slightly salivating at the sight of so many humans. We couldn’t help it; we were hungrier than ever before.

“I was actually fantasizing about the taste of those sailors.” I said to Serena, her eyes looking back at the ship.

“They are actually pirates,” She corrected me and then chuckled, “Silas asked us to meet near the cave, I came to let you know.”

I hummed and jumped off the rock, the cool water washing over my warmed-up body. My skin was slowly drying out from staying in the sun for so long and out of water, but it instantly rejuvenated once in the salty water. My body was light in the water and once Serena was underwater too, we swam off, headed to the cave. Our feast was soon about to start.

            The sun had set hours ago and the pirates lowered their small boats into the water, getting into them with torches in their hands. The swarm watched from afar as they started paddling towards the small deserted island. There was nothing on it except for a little green here and there and perhaps pearls, it made no sense that they were headed towards it, but nobody seemed to care. To be fair, even I could only think about their warm blood gushing into my mouth once I ripped their throats apart. There were fifteen of us in the swarm, Silas being our leader. He looked at everyone before slowly immersing himself fully underwater, everyone following after him. Our scales had a light fluorescent color in the water at night, making it easier to see each other. And even if they didn’t, our light eyes glowed in the dark, making us scarier looking than we already were. We were creatures of the sea and darkness, designed to be alluring in order to survive. We didn’t have much purpose besides feeding and playing into humans fantasies about peculiar creatures. I’ve heard many talking about mermaids while they sailed the seas, if it wasn’t a full moon we usually wouldn’t harm them. I liked to follow them closely on those days, letting them catch a glimpse of my tail in order to make them think they were hallucinating or seeing a bigger fish maybe. I heard the stories about mermaids, how friendly and sweet they were. But in reality, there were no mermaids. Only Sirens. And we weren’t friendly nor sweet. We were dangerous and lethal.

The swarm traveled carefully, making sure to remain unseen until the right moment. There were three boats in the water and five of us swam underneath each one, listening to pirates’ conversation carried by the water. The sea was quiet tonight, the full moon high up on the sky, luminating their dark paths. It was as if nature was the quiet before the storm, the storm being us. I watched as a pirate leaned over the boat slightly, his face blurry through the water and I smiled. Wasn’t he so eager to get into the water? And he wouldn’t have to wait for so much longer. Silas’ whisper carried around us like a caress, resounding around us softly and clearly, as he let us know that it was time. Serena smirked as we made eye contact and then slowly surfaced, showing her face to the pirates. I swam up as well, only peaking my eyes out, nose and mouth still underwater. The men were staring at us in awe, looking at us as if they’ve seen the biggest treasure of their lives. My eyes ran over the boat filled with six men and I found one who looked horrified. His mouth has fallen open and if I didn’t know better, I would’ve said he stopped breathing by how red his face had gotten. He was shocked, but intrigued at the same time, as I swam closer to the boat, our eyes locked onto each other. His were a dark brown, and he pushed one of the man to the side to get to the edge of the boat. I pushed my head fully out of the water and smiled at him sweetly, hiding my teeth. His eyes were wide as he stared at me and I sighed dreamily, making his eyebrows furrow.

“You’re real?” He whispered, more to himself, as I parted my lips and allowed the first note to slip through them. Our voices were angelic, high and melodic, they could lure over even certain sea animals. I didn’t think the pirate’s eyes could get any bigger than they already were, but it did, so I continued singing the lullaby, holding eye contact all the time. His body slowly seemed to relax as my voice carried higher and higher, slowly waddling closer to his boat. The pirate was fixated on me, eyes slowly dazing over, mouth slightly opening. His brain was fogged and body probably going numb from the Siren song. It was like a sweet poison, overtaking your whole being, rendering you completely helpless, allowing us to be in full control. I reached the boat and touched the side of it with my hand, nails long and pointy, as the pirate leaned closer, over the boat. His cherry-colored lips were pouty and his skin tan from staying out in the sun. I smiled at him as a few of the sirens already brought their prey into the water with them and I allowed my hand to reach the edge of the boat, lightly graze the pirate’s lips. He smiled dazed and gripped the sides of the boat, my song luring him inside the water. And as he got rid of his jacket, the muscles on his high cheekbones twitched. I ignored it and gripped the boat, next to the pirate’s hand, our skins touching. His was extremely hot compared to my freezing one. I smiled sweetly at him again, nodding in reassurance. He seemed to be taking his time in getting into the water compared to most of companions, who were already in it. But I remained calm and patient. I caressed his hand with my other one, and his eyebrows furrowed. Perhaps my song wasn’t powerful enough, so I raised my tone, taking his hand in mine and lightly pulling on it. He started getting up from his seated position, finally manipulated into coming inside the sea. But the muscles of his face twitched again and his lips pulled into a straight line, suddenly snatching his hand out of mine. My eyes widened but I didn’t let that discourage me as I continued singing, voice louder and more aggressive as I maintained the eye contact, but the haze was starting to disappear from the pirate’s eyes. What was happening? Was I not powerful enough anymore? That was impossible, the full moon enhanced our powers.

“No, no, no—” The pirate started muttering to himself, shaking his head as he started blinking, “No—Stop!”

I gasped as my lullaby came to an end, watching the pirate jump up and shake his dazed mate, “No, stop listening to them! These are sirens, they’ll—”

The man behind him screamed as a Siren bit into him and pulled him underwater forcefully, snapping a few pirates out of their daze. They looked horrified as they jumped to their feet and grabbed their weapons. Silas’s high-pitched wail pierced the pirates ears as the ones in the water fought for their lives, only to have their necks pierced by the sirens sharp teeth.

“Father!” The pirate I tried to lure into the water screamed at the dazed man still sitting, hand in water, Serena whispering sweet things to him. I smirked and went underwater again, wanting to antagonize the pirate a little bit more. Chaos had already erupted, and the pirates in the water were lost forever, however, the ones in the boats searched for their weapons, wanting to harm us. As a bullet pierced through the water I hissed and crashed into the bottom of the boat forcefully, rocking it quite harshly. I heard thuds and got back onto the surface, watching as my pirate fought against Serena as his father still didn’t snap out of the daze. Gunshots echoed through the night and a siren wailed loudly, making my head snap in their direction. Their eyes were wide open as a bullet pierced their forehead, making me cry out loudly. It pierced the humans eardrums and I looked back at the pirate now aiming his shotgun at Serena, and I knew what I had to do. I quickly swam to the boat and jump out, gripping the pirate’s arm as I pulled him with me underwater. He had dropped his gun in the boat in shock and tried to swim away, but I wrapped my hand around their torso and head, holding them against myself. The pirate startled struggling and just to spite him more, I started singing, smirking at him when he realized what was about to happen. I opened my mouth wide, sharp teeth visible, as the pirate started choking on water, kicking anywhere he could to no avail, as my teeth sunk into his neck. I moaned at the taste of blood in my mouth, my body warming up from the top to the bottom. I closed my eyes as I took us deeper underneath, losing myself in my lust for his blood, sweeter than anything I have ever tasted before. I could feel my skin glowing, buzzing with electricity as I drank more, saliva mixing with blood at the thought of the taste of his flesh. I couldn’t imagine how tasty he’d be if his blood was this sweet. But as he finally stopped flailing around in my tight hold, something sharp pierced my neck. It was plunged deeper and the sudden pain shooting through my body made me release the pirate and scream loudly, the sound echoing around in the water, getting everyone’s attention around us. It was loud and filled with pain and I tried to swim away, panicked, but something grabbed my tail and started pulling me upwards. Bubbles left my mouth as I screamed for help, but Serena was nowhere. I knew nobody else would help me. Despite the fresh energy coursing through my veins, I felt power slipping from my fingers and tail as it went numb, the water around me colored a deep red. I was loosing blood dangerously fast and when my head suddenly hit the surface I choked, breathless and kicking around to get back underwater, but I was pinned against the sand. Someone was coughing on top of me, wheezing and groaning in pain. Our eyes connected for a second, revulsion reflecting on both of our faces, before I gasped for air, the world going black around me.

            Falling unconscious in water could be just as scary as falling unconscious on land for a Siren. We could breathe underwater, but still needed to come up to the surface to take in some fresh air, or else our lungs would start burning, making us choke like any human being. Falling unconscious on land, however, nobody knew the repercussions of it as we’ve never ventured close enough to find out, but it most certainly meant death as our bodies dried up fast, scales itchy and head dizzy from staying out of the water for too long. So, waking up panicked and confused was rather understandable as I kept banging against something hard, my body curled up as if I was confined in a small space. When my eyes opened, I gasped, taking in my surroundings. All I could see were men, so many of them, walking around, talking loudly, peeking at me in horror. I swirled around in the water, heart beating fast as I slowly realized what was happening. I was captive. In a glass box of sorts, enclosed in a small space. I couldn’t even stretch my body fully, tail curled up, as my box was put on display in the middle of the ship, held down by several thick ropes. I was on a pirate ship. The pirates we attacked during the full moon, were here now, holding me captive.

I started breathing fast, heart beat accelerating even more, my lungs asking for fresh air as I started choking on the water. I looked around in my little cage, and noticed that the water didn’t reach the top of the box, and there were little circles cut into the top of it in one corner. So, holding onto the glass on both sides, I pulled myself to that corner as I raised my mouth and nose out of the water, taking deep breaths of air. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, pretend that I was in the sea, coming up for some air. If I didn’t stop panicking, I would die from choking. And that was a dishonorable death for a Siren, I’d rather die at the hands of a pirate. However, my little bubble of fantasy was destroyed quickly as something starting banging against the glass, making me jump and hit my head in the top glass. I heard muffled laughter and turned my head only to come face to face with a man. He looked amused as he tapped the glass again, taunting me with his wide smile. I snarled my teeth at him, but he didn’t look frightened as his eyes ran over my body. His blond hair was longer at the back and black was smeared around his narrowed eyes. The white cloth tied around his right forearm told me that he was the captain. His mouth started moving, but the glass was thick and I couldn’t make out their words, so I watched their lips move, trying to decipher what they were saying.

“Nice catch, isn’t she?” He said to his men, who seemed afraid enough to keep their distance from my glass box, “Wonder how expensive she’ll be.”

A strikingly beautiful man showed up, his wavy black hair pulled in a ponytail, a shiny golden compass around his neck, “We’ll ask around once we dock down in the Sun Set Kingdom.” He seemed to be the least interested in me, not even glancing in my direction as the captain turned his head back at me, a menacing smirk slowly sneaking onto his face. I could feel myself itch from his gaze, fury and helplessness overtaking my body.

“Thanks to you I’ll be filthy rich, gorgeous.” It was as if he knew I would understand his words, his lips articulating his words slowly and obviously, making me scream out. The pirates held onto his ears as I screamed, starting to throw my body against the glass. I wouldn’t let them sell me off to anyone. I couldn’t die like this. This would be a disgrace to my species, centuries of anguish to follow. If the world finds out we truly exist, we’ll be hunted down for the mere sick enjoyment of humans, eliminating our species. I couldn’t be the cause of it, the thought made me sick. It didn’t matter that my body was aching from how violently I was throwing myself against the glass, banging on it with my fist, even trying to break it with my tail knowing it was strong, but nothing was working. It seemed that it was unbreakable, but the mocking laughter of the pirates egged me on more to keep on trying, refusing to appear helpless and frail. As my lungs started burning from exhaustion, I knew I had to stop and take a breath, there was suddenly commotion in the crowd gathered around me. I pushed my head to the little circles, and took deep breaths, watching what was happening. A man appeared to be pushing everyone out of the way, screaming something. I tried to make the words out, but all I got was ‘stop’ and ‘get away’. The voice sounded almost familiar and when I turned around, my eyes fell on a very familiar face. I gasped as my icy blue eyes widened, dark brown ones staring back just as shocked. I snarled my sharp teeth at the pirate, hitting the glass with my fists, hatred radiating off of me. He was the reason I was here. He was the pirate I tried to kill, the one I bit, but then he stabbed me, brought me to land, and captured me. My eyes fell on the bandage around his neck and it made me touch my own neck, feeling the bump of a wound. It seemed to be sealed, and my eyebrows furrowed as I looked at the pirate, who seemed to be watching my reaction. I snarled again, and crashed against the glass, trying to scare him off like I did to the others who have already scattered around, but this pirate didn’t budge, he kept on watching me, eyes slightly wider. He seemed to be amazed, eyes taking in my body, freezing on my tail for a second, making me crash it into the glass, the pirate jumping in reaction. I was glaring at him hard, baring my teeth at him when he stepped closer to the glass, a hand touching it. His eyes carried resentment as his lips opened, “You should’ve swum away when I snapped out of your song’s control.”

I understood, because he mouthed it slowly, his eyebrows furrowing when I didn’t react. I just turned my head to look away, done with entertaining him. He did not deserve my attention. He made me wonder how he snapped out of the daze induced by the Siren song, but he’ll never hear my voice ever again. I wasn’t going to utter one word to these monsters. Despite the pirate’s fascination with me, he didn’t seem too keen of me, as I watched him walk up to an older man, who was holding a wooden cane, the resemblance between them quite obvious. So, his father survived too, what a pity.

            Time seemed to jumble together, I tried to keep up with the rising and setting of the sun, but after a few days I lost count of it. I assumed I had been on this ship for around a week now. The Raging Sea could be tricky and hard to navigate, yet these pirates somehow sailed it without many difficulties. They seemed to avoid the storms best and travel around them, their navigator quite talented. Perhaps if I had known that their navigator was the pirate who captured me, I wouldn’t have thought that about him. The Sun Set Kingdom and the South Kingdom weren’t very far from each other, if you were lucky enough you could sail through the Raging Sea in two weeks, however, the constant storms made it sometimes impossible to get through it. Sailing out into the Black Ocean was even more dangerous due to its huge creatures, best you could do was say a prayer and hope someone in the Heavens blessed you to have an easy adventure, that is, if you believed in such a thing. Humans easily believed in anything, you just needed to appear even a little bit confident when trying to sell your idea, and there it was: a new belief, a new tale. I suppose the confirmation of our existence would just send them into a frenzy of confusion about what was real and what was not. Humans were afraid of the unknown, and I was considered already a dangerous creature. The fearful glances of the pirates working on deck never seemed to cease and if I happened to be looking at them, they’d shudder and look away, avoiding eye contact. I knew the fact that I was a Siren wasn’t the only scary thing about me, without my songs, my appearance was rather odd than beautiful.

However, there were some more daring pirates, who seemed to fear no God or even their very own Captain. I heard it loud and clear when he shouted that nobody was allowed to get close to the glass cage, touch it, or even think about opening it. I was a prize he wanted to sell, assuring his riches for a lifetime. However, three pirates seemed to be stupid enough to not listen to their captain as one evening, while I was thinking about the ocean, they approached me. It was a windy evening, waves crashing into the ship, rocking it left and right, yet the sky was clear and non-threatening for now. Here, the weather changes abruptly, but this being my home, I knew it wouldn’t storm just yet. My skin wasn’t as smooth anymore as it used to be, the water they kept me in stale and rather smelly. I was lucky they were smart enough to allow me to breathe fresh air, as I found myself needing it more often than usual. Being out in the sun all day long was taking its tool on me as well, my body not used to the constant heat. I would sit on rocks quite often, but never for too long during noon, and then I would retreat to the depths of the sea, where it was cool and dark. I sighed loudly as I watched the waves crash against the side of the ship, some water getting on deck. My hand reached out, almost as if I had forgotten I couldn’t reach it, missing my home like crazy. I probably should enjoy the little time I have left of being close to water, once we hit land, there’s no guarantee to what’s happening to me. Letting my guard down, thinking that I was finally alone on deck, was a mistake. I started humming to myself, missing the voices of the other sirens and our little games of hide and seek. Our songs weren’t just for luring in the humans, it allowed us to communicate between each other as well. The melody I was currently humming was the one Serena and I would sing whenever we finished hunting and were searching for each other, making sure we were alright. I could imagine her singing it after our last hunt together, never getting a response. At least she knew I was gone and she wouldn’t search for me, stray away from the swarm and endanger herself.

The sudden crash of something hard against the glass made me jump and I whirled around fast, eyes falling on three pirates who were smirking and slurring their words. They were swaying as they stood, probably drunk, holding tridents in their hands. One of them had a giant key in their hand and my eyes went to the giant padlock holding the top of the glass secured to the rest of it. I knew these dumb pirates could hurt me, but if I outsmarted them, I could escape. So I watched them innocently and figured out that they wanted to kill me before we’d get to land and sell me themselves, betraying their Captain. I chuckled, knowing very well they were just as dead as me once their captain finds out they are traitors. The one holding the key pushed his mate forward, and he crashed into the glass. He stared at me frightened and when I smiled and raised my eyebrows at him, his eyebrows furrowed. The other man, who was clutching his trident harshly, kept his distance, visibly afraid. The pirate with the key went to open the padlock, and that’s when I started humming loudly enough for them to hear me. Their bodies tensed, eyes widening as I lured them in with the song, eyes softening, lips pulling into a smile. The most frightened one dropped his trident and fell to his knees as he crawled towards the glass cage, watching me mesmerized as I got closer to the glass, bewitching them. The other pirate pushed himself against the glass, his weapon still in his hand, but he had obviously forgotten about wanting to kill me. The one holding the key, however, moved accordingly to my own will, leaning up on his tiptoes, hands gripping onto the padlock as a rather harsh wave crashed into the ship. I didn’t let that distract me as I continued singing the lullaby, pitch higher than before, icy blue eyes glowing in the dark. The three pirates became my puppets and I could feel my heartrate pick up as the one with the key finally inserted it into the padlock and slowly started turning it around. I pushed myself against the glass, hands on the top of it to break free once the padlock is unlocked, but the serenity and spell broke when someone came rushing down the stairs, screaming.

It was that one pirate again, my pirate. The one I almost killed, the one I wished nothing more than to kill. He almost fell off the stairs as his feet tangled together in his rush, a thick looking notebook clutched tightly in his hands. He was screaming at the pirates to stop listening to the song, but it seemed as though they were too deep in to even hear his words. So I continued my song, smirking at the desperate pirate as he shook the one holding the trident, and once he realized what was happening, tried to stop the one from opening the padlock. I was so close, one more click, and I’d be free. I started pushing against the glass, struggling to open it, I was so close.

“Kim Hongjoong!” The familiar pirate shouted at the top of his lungs, physically having to remove the pirate from the padlock, fighting against him as he cried out that he needed to open the lock. Seven other men came bustling down the stairs, eyes wide and sleepy as they assessed the situation. Everyone but the captain seemed to be wearing more casual, comfortable looking clothes, as they realized what was happening. I raised my voice higher, louder, allowing my voice to travel to their ears as well, watching as one of them tensed, appearing to be in a daze.

“No! Stop listening to her!” My pirate screamed again, somehow pinning the one with the key against the floor boards, struggling to hold him down because of his violent kicks and screams, “Think about something, don’t allow her voice to get inside your heads!”

But that one pirate seemed to be already under my influence, and I beckoned him over with the wriggle of my finger, a smile appearing on his lips, “Take Wooyoung away!” A taller man next to him, who seemed to be struggling against my lullaby as well, grabbed Wooyoung and dragged him away, slapping him hard when Wooyoung started screaming that he had to get to me. It all happened quickly, the remaining five pirates helped out my pirate in keeping the man down, taking the key from him and handing it to the Captain. His body seemed to be shaking, forehead sweaty as he approached me, eyes ablaze. He was fighting the siren’s song, but was close to giving up.

“If you don’t stop—” He gritted out, suddenly raising a shotgun against the glass, “I will kill you this second.”

Dying by a bullet wound seemed unworthy, but at least I wouldn’t get exposed to the horrors of other humans on the mainland. It seemed like a reasonable death all of a sudden, so I didn’t stop, just continued singing and closed my eyes. I heard the click of something, and I knew it was coming.

“No! Stop, Hongjoong!” I knew that voice, it was that pirate again, “Don’t kill her, please!”

The melody froze in my throat, eyes opening and falling onto that one pirate again. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was breathing hard, clutching that notebook again, looking at the Captain with pleading eyes, “Please.”

I took the momentum to my advantage and tried to open the top of the glass again, but the Captain acted first, locking the padlock again, throwing me million steps away from my escape. I screamed and bashed myself against the glass again, wanting to tear their throats apart. The pirates who came here initially to kill me snapped out of their dazes and looked around them frightened, bodies shaking as one of them started crying. I snarled and whipped my tail at the glass, making them jump.

“What were you doing here?” The Captain demanded to know, voice commanding. The three pirates lowered their eyes to the ground, shaking their heads and saying nothing. I glared at them, hissing when they wouldn’t state their reasons. My pirate noticed my anger and looked at me, approaching the glass cage. I refused to look at him, he once again stopped me from escaping.

“I asked a question!” The Captain shouted and the men shook their heads again, bodies shaking. I went to take fresh air again, lungs beginning to burn from exhaustion and my eyes fell on the Captain. If my Siren song couldn’t cause chaos, my words definitely would.

“They were here to kill me.” All heads whipped in my direction, shocked at the hear of my voice. It wasn’t as majestic as my voice when I sung, it was rather husky and scratchy, my throat currently burning too.

“She can speak?” One of the pirate’s who came down with the Captain wondered out loud, dumbfounded as he looked at me. But that was all I would say.

“Of course, she can.” The familiar pirate spoke up softly, eyes finding mine, “The only difference between a mermaid and a human are the tail and legs, San.”

The pirate looked at me as if asking for confirmation, but I just averted my eyes, disgusted by his attempt of making conversation with me. I was not a mermaid, I thought that was clear by now.

“Judging by your current positions and your missteps in the past,” The Captain spoke up, jaw clenched and eyes glaring down at the three pirates, “I’m ought to believe the monster.”

These humans were the real monsters, not me, “She’s not a monster!” My pirate snapped; eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me. Why was he defending me? What was it in for him?

“Whatever, Jongho,” The Captain muttered tiredly, “Takes these three to my office, I’ll take care of them.”

And just like that, one by one, all pirates retreated back to their previous activities, neither throwing a second glance my way. All except one. The one I tried to kill, the one that tried to kill me, my pirate. He lingered behind, almost by the stairs when suddenly he ran up to the glass cage, tapping the window softly. My eyes pierced into his as I glared at him, snarling.

“My name is Jongho,” He said cautiously, almost afraid to do so, “And yours?”

Siren’s names were sacred, so I huffed amused and turned around, ignoring his burning gaze on the back of my head. I refused to let him know my name. Realizing he wouldn’t get an answer, he walked off, notebook already opened as he made his way up the steps, a pen in his hand. He was peculiar. His resentment towards me was very obvious, yet his eyes held fascination each time he looked at me. I couldn’t decide whether he wanted to kill me or protect me.

And it only became more confusing as the week went by and this pirate continued to approach me more than once a day, talk to me, ask me questions. I didn’t answer him, I didn’t even listen to him at most times, glaring and imagining all the ways I would rip his throat out during the next full moon. I couldn’t bear being in this cage anymore. My bones were aching, my tail was numb from not using it for so long and the smell inside started making me nauseous. The circles allowing the air inside seemed to be getting smaller, suffocating me rather than offering fresh air. I was slowly going mad, banging against the glass, desperately trying to break it. I needed to get back into the sea, I had to save myself.

            Two more days passed by barely, nothing happening as the pirates carried on with their usual shenanigans. My pirate, Jongho, as he had called himself, seemed to be glued to the glass cage, refusing to even sleep in his usual place, afraid someone would try to attack me again. I didn’t understand his concerns and why he was going out of his way to keep me safe when it was clear he hated me for what I did to him. I hoped he knew I would do it again, no feelings of any sort tying us together. A soft-spoken pirate, whom I noticed would check up on Jongho’s wound from time to time, seemed to be the only one able to convince the pirate to retreat to his quarters and leave me alone, scared for his safety. Jongho refused him numerous times at the beginning, but when the strikingly handsome pirate interjected with their conversation, Jongho finally seemed convinced enough to leave me alone. I couldn’t have been more thankful for the two for making the man leave, I have had enough of him. He talked a lot. He asked a lot of questions. But I also noticed he muttered a lot to himself whenever he was working on the maps, making strange lines with some sort of pencils and rulers. His eyebrows were always furrowed when he watched the stars with his binoculars at night, checking the direction of the wind every half an hour. If something seemed to confuse him, he’d curse to himself quietly and would start from the beginning, never giving up. The other pirates seemed to rely on him a lot, I figured that he was probably their navigator, his father helping him out from time to time. The two seemed to be quite close, often helping each other out. Jongho’s father was repulsed by me, it was quite obvious, and he screamed at his son often for not staying away from me, scared that I would bewitch him again, but Jongho remained persistent and kept on insisting that someone needed to keep an eye on me and who was better than him? Apparently, he knew everything about my species there was to know. I highly doubted that as all these stupid pirates seemed to think I was a mermaid, but Jongho was right in one thing. He somehow became immune to my Siren song, blocking his mind from my melody’s allure. I did not know such thing was possible, and even Jongho seemed surprised at his discovery. The thick notebook was with him at all times, and I found him doodling something in it while sneaking glances at me. I did not want to know what it was, I just wanted to be free.

And it seemed like my wish would become reality faster than I thought so. Except, it wasn’t exactly in the way I imagined it to be. And it just so happened on the night Jongho decided to finally leave me alone. But that was perhaps better, because I was woken from my slumber to the violent rocking of the boat, and fireballs flying in the air. I watched with wide eyes as a fireball flew over the deck, dangerously close, yet missed anything important. I didn’t understand what was happening until all the pirates ran up on deck, each holding weapons of all sorts in their hands. Most were shotguns and the tall one who took Wooyoung away seemed to be the one in charge of all the gunners. He was shouting orders left and right, instructing the rest of the men when to fire and when to duck down. He seemed to be the most skilled as his shots never missed their target. When another fireball wheezed through the air it crashed into the mizzenmast and broke it in half, sending flying wood all over the deck; I finally realized the ship I was on was under attack. An enemy was trying to kill us. I started laughing bitterly as a pirate screamed, his clothes caught on fire, barely believing that I would die from getting attacked by an enemy ship. It was the most hilar thing in the whole four seas and four kingdoms, I couldn’t believe it was real. Well, if I had luck, then I would die and if I was unlucky, then I’d be taken by the enemy ship and either sold off or killed on the spot. My future didn’t seem too bright at the moment and I found myself laughing at the chaos unfolding around me. I was right in the middle of it, yet remained safer than anyone else on this ship. I watched as the pirates protected their ship fiercely, the captain and two other men on his right and left, leading their crew and throwing small things overboard, them exploding once they landed on the other ship. I figured they were some sort of explosives; I have never seen them with my own eyes. I watched two men trying to fix the damages at lightning speed, one was the soft-spoken man, thought he was called Yeosang, and the other one seemed smaller than a regular man, but it wasn’t my place to question their appearance. I watched Jongho do his best in getting the ship away from the enemy as fast as he could, Wooyoung next to him, barking orders, pulling on several ropes as he was trying to fix the sail of the mizzenmast. Another hard rock of the ship sent the pirates tumbling down and I crashed into the glass rather aggressively as one rope holding the cage stable broke. I watched wide eyed as nobody paid attention to me, a siren being least of their concerns right now. And to my utter shock, three bullets came flying into the glass, but it was so thick that they remained stuck in it. I watched amazed as a thin crack ran from one of the bullet holes down to the bottom of the glass. This was my chance to free myself. Nobody was paying attention; nobody was here to stop me. Freedom was just a few steps away. So, gathering all my energy, I started throwing myself against the glass, groaning and panting when the little crack didn’t seem to expand. I was growing frustrated and I screamed and I whipped my tail against it with all the force I had left in my body, but nothing happened. I felt helpless, useless, and defeated. Cannonballs going off from underneath us deafened the humans on the deck for a second, my sensitive ears started ringing. I have never cried in my life before, but for the first time, I felt a lump in my dry throat, squeezing and squeezing. I had to try once again, get out of this prison. So, once again, I banged my tail against the glass, letting out a frustrated wail as nothing happened. The cannons went off again, shouts coming from all directions on the deck, and then something miraculous happened. The Heaven’s listened to my cry of help.

The glass started breaking more, the little crack growing, expanding all over it. I took a deep breath and held it for a second, placing my hand against the broken glass, lightly pushing it, not expecting much. But it broke. To a million of pieces, the salty water crashed against the floorboards and so did I, falling face first onto it. I gasped loudly, my heart beating fast as the muffled screams and shouts loudly enveloped my surroundings all of a sudden, the rocking of the ship more violent and real, now that I wasn’t confined inside the glass cage. The chilly air hit my skin like rocks, and I gasped for air, lungs filling to the brim with clean and fresh air. Breathing has never felt so good before. I couldn’t believe I was free. I didn’t even notice the shards cutting into my skin as I pushed up onto my forearms, wincing at the sudden pain shooting up my tail. My numb body was finally able to move, I could finally stretch out. I could finally escape. But as I started crawling towards a hole in the side of the ship, the pain in my tail became more and more unbearable, making me let out a painful scream. It paralyzed my whole body and I started shaking, scratching at the scales covering my body, itching terribly. What was happening to me? Was it because I was out of fresh water for so long? Was I dying? And as the pain became unimaginable, veins showing through my translucent body, head thumping and eyes popping out of its sockets, my body started convulsing. I couldn’t control it, all I could do was take it in, accept it, and scream. But my throat was so raw, no sound made it out anymore. I wanted to reach the water; I needed it. The Sea would heal me, the Sea would save me. Something started streaming down my cheeks and I would’ve laughed if I could’ve, I was crying. Sirens never cried.

And as my back arched of the floor, hands clawing at anything they could, it all stopped suddenly. My mouth was open, about to let out a gut-wrenching scream, but it all stopped. It just…stopped. The pain. It went away. As suddenly it came, as suddenly it went. I was gasping for air, touching my face and neck. Something felt wrong. My body…felt heavier. My tail…I couldn’t feel it. So shooting up in a seated position, I screamed at the sight. My tail was gone and instead two dangling abominations took its place. I had legs! I started shaking my head, muttering no to myself over and over again, pinching the skin and crying out when it hurt. I could feel them, but I couldn’t move them. They were so heavy I didn’t think I could even stand. How was this possible? Where did my tail go? Was I no longer a Siren anymore? My heartbeat picked up at the thought again, and I turned around, eyes falling on the sea through the hole. I needed to get into the water right now. But as I wanted to turn around and continue crawling, a burning wooden plank from the mizzenmast broke off, plummeting straight towards me. So, this was it, I would die on a pirate ship as a human, bringing shame to my people. I closed my eyes, unable to save myself, awaiting the excruciating pain, the heat of the fire, but it never came. Before the burning plank could kill me, a body crashed into mine, making me yelp, as we tumbled to the side, tangled together. I lightly hit my head in a barrel and groaned, my body feeling numb from the torment it went through in the past few minutes.

“Why wouldn’t you jump away if it’s falling straight at you—” The panicked voice stopped screaming suddenly, pushing themselves off me, “It’s—you?”

I turned my head and came face to face with a shocked Jongho, wide eyes running over my body before he stiffened and his face became red. He suddenly stood and ripped his long coat off of himself and threw it down on me, turning away, “Put that on.”

Despite the chaos going on around us, I looked down confused and realized I was totally naked, oh. I chuckled, finding the whole situation hilarious as I pulled Jongho’s coat over myself, mimicking the way he wore it.

The blast going off not too far away from us sent Jongho into action, making me gasp and tense, when one of his arm’s went around my torso and the other underneath my now, legs, more specifically knees. I started pushing Jongho away as he held me firmly in his arms, baring my teeth at him, about to sink them into his neck, but he threw me a glare and hissed, “Stop it, will you! I’m trying to save you!”

His words made me freeze and I stared at his profile as he ran around the pirates, avoiding bullets and explosions as he brought us to relative safety, having run down the steps, placing me down next to them. It seemed like I weighed nothing to him, he showed no signs of struggle to hold me despite my heavy good for nothing legs.

“Stay here until I come to get you.” He pointed a finger at me and hesitated for a second, until I nodded at him. Where could I even go? I couldn’t walk or run like him. My legs weren’t usable, they were an abomination, turning me into a freak I never was. I allowed my thoughts to take me away from the reality I found myself in, tunning out the battle sounds, cries and shouts. All I wanted was the sea and my tail back.

            I had no idea for how long it lasted. Or how many died. Or if anyone even won. What was the reason of this attack? All I knew was Jongho coming back and lifting me up in his arms again, as if I was a feather, taking off towards another set of stairs. I held onto him tightly, watching his clenched jaw, his skin glistening with sweat and eyebrows furrowed. I had no idea where he was taking me or what he’d do to me, but I had no energy in me to fight back. I was even more useless now that I had legs. The ship seemed to have quieted down, no more screams and shouts, no more cries of pain, no more gunshots and cannonballs. The fight was over.

Jongho kicked a door open with his foot, and my eyes took the room in quickly, figuring it was a living quarter of sorts. There was a bed fit for one person, a huge desk littered with maps, notebooks, books, pencils and pens and ink. The floor next to the desk had even more rolled up papers, maps and books. There was a closet too, not too big, and next to it a wooden chair. The tiny window allowed me to see the moon, and I sighed as Jongho placed me down on the bed. It felt weird, the texture underneath my legs. It was soft and it didn’t hurt me. I touched it with my fingers, eyebrows furrowing.

“That’s called a blanket.” Jongho muttered as he started unbuttoning his shirt which was covered in dirt, sweat, and even blood. My eyes pierced him, watching carefully his every move. He turned around before opening his shirt, obscuring my eyes from the sight of his torso as he walked to his closet, opening it. He pulled out a clean looking shirt and dropped the one on him onto the floor, the muscles of his back showing. He was well built and strong looking, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that he carried me so easily. The view was gone as Jongho pulled the black shirt over his body, doing the buttons up to his chest. He grabbed another shirt from the closet and walked closer, his eyes watching me carefully. He was wary, as he should be. I was also wary of him; I couldn’t know what he’d do to me if I didn’t stay alert.

“Put this on,” He spoke up, handing the shirt to me, “I’ll be right back. You need more fitting clothes of which I don’t have.”

And with that, he turned around and quickly left, not closing the door fully. I stared at the shirt for a few seconds before deciding to put it on, the coat currently on me offering no warmth, I was freezing all of a sudden. I mimicked Jongho’s actions, pulling the shirt over my back once the coat was off, pushing my arms through the sleeves of the shirt, and one by one started doing the buttons. They seemed a little difficult at the beginning, but I got the hang of it as Jongho came back inside, eyes falling on me. Since I didn’t know how much I should button up, I stopped at my chest, looking up at Jongho when he cleared his throat.

“That’s too low for you.” He muttered and placed the soft looking garments in my lap, hands going to the buttons of my shirt. I recoiled and he pulled away quickly, holding his hands up, “I’m sorry, but you should do two more buttons.”

I just stared at him, with no intention of doing what he just told me, making Jongho sigh. He slowly approached me again, hands going to the buttons, letting him touch me this time as he made quick work and did the two buttons he said I should do. My eyes fell on his chest, on the black pearl he had on the string around his neck. As he went to step back, my hand flew out swiftly, gripping the pearl and stopping him. Jongho froze and fell forward a little when I tugged on the pearl, examining it from up close. He was hovering over me, arms in the air once again, eyes looking at the wall as my nose scrunched after smelling the pearl. It seemed to be authentic, and it was a black pearl. Those were really rare.

“My father and I used to be fishermen when I was younger,” Jongho spoke up, making me look up at him, “I like collecting pearls, that’s why I have this one. It’s rare.”

I nodded and slowly released the pearl, eyes never leaving Jongho’s. He gulped and pointed at the things in my lap, “There’s undergarment and pants, you should put them on.”

I looked down at them and gripped them, holding them up to my face. There was a thing which seemed to be smaller than the other one.

“The smaller one is to protect your genitals, and the other is to cover your legs. They are called pants.” Jongho explained as I had no idea what I was supposed to do with these, and looked back at him, but he had already turned around. I frowned, not quite understanding why. I placed the pants on the bed next to me and held the smaller ones up, looking down at my legs. How did I even moves these things? I bit my lower lip, trying to lift them, at least one of them, but they weren’t moving. Why? They must work like arms, so I tried again, but they didn’t even lift an inch off the bed. I groaned frustrated, but Jongho remained with his back facing me.

“I can’t—” I croaked out, embarrassed, “I can’t put it on.”

Jongho sucked in a breath, “Why?”

“I don’t know how to move my legs.” I whispered; eyebrows furrowed as I stared down at my lap. Jongho whirled around, eyes wide and a shocked expression decorating his face. He seemed embarrassed, as if what I just said was normal.

“I didn’t think you’d—I’m sorry.” He apologized, making me look at him confused, “Of course, you don’t know how to move them…may I help?”

I bit my lip and contemplated a little, nodding at last. I wouldn’t be able to do it without help, if he was offering it then I would take it. He seemed a little reluctant and hesitated when I reached my hand out holding the smaller pants, his eyes avoiding mine as I looked at him. He took it and then got down on his knees, fist clenching before his hand touched my calf. I gasped and gripped the blanket on the bed, skin very sensitive on my legs.

“I’m sorry!” Jongho apologized quickly, looking at me with a panicked look in his eyes.

I cleared my throat, “The skin is sensitive, that’s all.”

He looked at me for a second, before nodding and proceeding with his previous actions. He lightly touched my left calf before gripping it, his cold skin making goosebumps erupt all over my body. The feeling was new, unknown, intriguing. I watched as he tried to avoid skin contact as best as he could as he placed my legs through the holes of the small pants and then started pulling them up my legs, stopping bellow my thighs. He gulped and his eyebrows furrowed before he looked up at me, face flushed.

“I can’t—I can’t pull it all the way up if you’re sitting.” He seemed flustered; I did not understand why.

“Well, I can’t stand up.” I muttered, and Jongho nodded, seeming to think for a second.

“I’ll support you and then you can pull it up yourself.” I nodded at the solution and watched as he gulped again, his finger lightly grazing my thigh as he stood, gripping my forearms before he helped me up. I tried to stand on my own feet, but they weren’t working, without Jongho’s support I would’ve fallen. I gripped the smaller pants and pulled them up until they allowed me to, noting how Jongho was looking over my head, eyes never falling on me. These legs weren’t long enough as I appeared to be a lot shorter than him. I cleared my throat and he glanced down at me cautiously before sitting me back down and doing the same with the real pants this time, these being a struggle a little bit as they were tighter. The feeling was totally new, warmth covered my whole body, finally I stopped shivering. The pants seemed comfortable enough as they hugged my legs and I touched the fabric, hardly believing that I was wearing one. The silence was interrupted as hurried footsteps ran down the hallway, nearing the room we were inside, and the door was kicked open. I jumped at the loudness of it, eyes falling on seven other men. They were the same men that came up onto the deck the night those three pirates tried to kill me. The Captain stepped inside, followed closely by the strikingly handsome one, and the others seemed to push each other around in order to see inside the room. It was a peculiar image as one of them cried out before kicking the other one for biting them in order to get them out of the way. Did humans also bite each other? To my knowledge, they didn’t feed off of blood.

“Where’s the mermaid—”

“Hongjoong, I told you she’s not a threat—”

“Is that the mermaid?” The Captain asked horrified once his eyes fell on me. I looked at him with a glare, fed up with them using the wrong term about my species.

“I’m not a mermaid.” I snapped, flashing my sharp teeth at them, “I’m a Siren.”

There seemed to be a moment of silence filled with shock before the man standing behind the Captain spoke up, “Where’s your tail?”

I scoffed, slapping my thigh, instantly regretting it as pain shot through my muscle, “I would like to know that too.”

The Captain walked closer, grabbing my chin tightly, making Jongho protest, “Don’t be smart now, monster, what did you do to your tail?”

I slapped his hand away and hissed, annoyed that this man wasn’t afraid of me anymore, “I cut it off.”

I heard chuckles coming from the doorway, the other seven men looking at each other amused as Jongho seemed unimpressed and the Captain, drew his sword out, “Your legs will be the ones cut off—”

“Captain,” The strikingly handsome one spoke up calmly, placing a firm grip on the Captain’s shoulder, “I think she’s honest. She made no attempt to walk away from the falling plank back on the deck, meaning she’s never had them before”

The Captain huffed and placed his sword away, shaking the other man’s hand off himself, “Then where is her tail, Seonghwa?”

The two men looked at each other, but the handsome one, Seonghwa, shook his head, “I do not know, Hongjoong, I did not see what happened.”

Silence fell over the room, everyone confused as to how to proceed, until Jongho spoke up, “She could be shapeshifter. They have a tail in water and legs on land—”

“I’m a Siren.” I snapped, shooting him a glare.

“Is this your first time out of the water?” He asked and I looked away as I nodded, not too happy about admitting to personal things about myself in front of a pirate crew.

“You could be a shapeshifter siren, then—”

“Ten seconds ago you still thought I was a mermaid.” I threw Jongho a glare and he sighed, massaging his forehead.

“That is not exactly true,” He tried to defend himself, “Based on my studies you exhibited no behavior of mermaids, so I knew you were something else—”

“Mermaids aren’t even real—”

“Enough!” The Captain exclaimed and both Jongho and I shut up, looking at the wall, “I don’t bloody care what you are, just get that tail back so I can sell you.”

I snarled at the Captain and would’ve clawed his eyes out if I could walk to attack him, “Everyone, get back to your posts, we have a long night ahead of us to fix the damage Lee Yuri left behind.” The Captain’s mouth twisted, seemingly disgusted at the mention of the woman, his expression annoyed. Everyone yelled a ‘Ai, Captain, ai’, and then started leaving, but Jongho was stopped from doing so.

“Not you, mermaid boy, keep an eye on your monster.” The Captain said, holding him back from leaving the room. I sighed at the use of that term again, fed up with it.

“She’s a Siren, not a monster.” Jongho muttered as the Captain left too, slamming the door shut behind him. I looked at Jongho and he sighed, looking at me.

“You can sleep meanwhile I check the maps; I promise not to touch you without your consent.” Jongho said as he walked closer, making my eyebrows furrow.

“I’ll bite your finger off if you touch me while I sleep.” I threatened menacingly, making Jongho chuckle as he helped me lay down.

“I do not doubt that.” He whispered more to himself, pulling the blanket over my body, the feeling foreign. The bed felt comfortable. Very warm and cozy. It also smelled like salt water; it reminded me of the sea I missed so much. I sighed and closed my eyes, my back facing Jongho as he sat down at his desk, papers shuffling.

“You can call me Y/N.” I found myself whispering, making up a name on the spot. I would never let a pirate know my real name. Jongho hummed and said nothing, the sound of scribbling resounding in the room. The soft rocking of the ship quickly lulled me to sleep.

            Time moved faster than the ship we were on, slowly, we were approaching the Sun Set Kingdom. You could see the shore in the distance, it would take around three more days to reach the mainland. I couldn’t ignore my feelings of distress whenever the topic was brought up by Jongho, who by the way, kept me prisoner in his room. Everyone else seemed afraid of me, not forgetting that I was still a Siren as a few days ago the tall pirate, who’s name I learned was Mingi, mocked me that I was a regular human now, so, I almost made him jump into the shark infested water, proving it to them that I was still a Siren. Jongho was rather appealed each time someone called me a monster, defending me, leaving me confused each time. He seemed to have gotten used to my presence in his room and spent most of his time with me willingly, either scribbling in that thick notebook of his, silence engulfing us, or he would ask me outrageous questions about my life. I rarely answered him, throwing him a glare each time he’d bring up the Siren topic, which he seemed to be obsessed with. Despite my protests, he also started feeding me fish, seemingly thinking I was some sort of pescetarian…that is until I threw up on him, he finally stopped playing smart with me. After that I explained, once again, that I only ate during the full moon and my meal was human flesh and blood, not fish. Those were my favorite’s and anything else made me sick. Jongho seemed terrified a little bit when he learned this information, muttering something as he started writing in his thick notebook. I started figuring out that he was probably noting down everything I said, it was probably his diary. His father, however, hated me and had a knife pointed at me each time we crossed paths, saying that he’d slash my throat if I dared to lay a finger on his son. To my amusement, I told him that I had to touch Jongho quite often as I couldn’t move on my own, almost getting my head cut off if it wasn’t for the Captain screaming at the man to stop. They were still trying to figure out how to get my tail back, and it was rather hilarious as I sat on top of a barrel, watching the men throw ideas at each other.

“Here,” The smallest looking pirate approached me, handing me a dark colored fabric, “They are undergarments, Jongho told me he borrowed one from me. You can’t have just one though.”

I took in the pirate’s appearance, the long curly hair and feminine voice confusing. Her hair was a vibrant red and her lips were plump, a little gap between her two front teeth as she smiled at me brightly, “What are you?”

The pirate chuckled, looking at a man who was carrying a list in his hands, checking the barrels on the deck, immersed in his job, “You’re quite brazen, aren’t you?”

“Am I supposed to be any other way?” I asked confused, not quite understanding this weird pirate. They just shook their head, pulling the bandana wrapped around their head off.

“I’m a woman.” I watched her open her shirt, showing the fabric wrapped around her breasts, flattening her chest. I knew she wasn’t a man, her voice too soft and face not as harsh as a man’s.

“Then why are you pretending you’re not one?” The woman chuckled as she buttoned her shirt up, making eye contact with the man checking the barrels. His lips pulled into a soft smile, eyes lingering on her for a second too long.

“It’s a long story, but I’m not pretending anymore.” She explained, reaching her hand out, “My name is Taeri, by the way.”

I looked at her out stretched hand and nodded, not quite understanding what I was supposed to do. She chuckled amused and took my hand, making me hiss, and shook it, “Don’t hiss at me and introduce yourself.”

I snatched my hand out of hers, not understanding her weird gesture, “Stop commanding me, my name is Y/N.”

Taeri ignored my words and stepped away, looking around on the deck, “Can you walk?”

“Not without support, Jongho’s been trying to teach me but I don’t want to walk.” I muttered, crossing my arms in front of my chest as my eyes fell on the mentioned pirate, he was checking his map again.

“You’re lucky you’ve got Jongho,” Taeri said quietly as she leaned closer to me, “The others wouldn’t treat you so kindly.”

“I do not care how I’m treated,” I snapped, eyes glaring at the woman, “I belong in the sea, not on land, but your Captain is hungry for a prize he will never get. I am worth more than anything in the four seas and four kingdoms.”

Taeri chuckled patting my cheek, making me pull my head away, “I like a woman who knows her worth.”

Before I could say anything else, she stalked away towards the pirate who had stopped checking the contents of barrels, and they started conversing as the man pulled her slightly closer to himself by her waist. I watched their interaction closely, noting how comfortable they seemed to be in each other’s proximity. The woman didn’t flinch at his touch, she even seemed to be enjoying it. The man was smiling at her and he adjusted her bandana before grabbing her hand and pulling her with him, headed towards the stairs leading downstair. Human connections seemed more complex than the Siren ones. That couple appeared to be…quite fond of each other.

“It’s time for your daily walking lesson, Y/N.” I jumped at Jongho’s voice being close to me, having not noticed him approaching me. I looked at him, analyzed his stance, and noted how relaxed he seemed. He was smiling as he extended one hand, even looking excited. I couldn’t exactly understand why this man seemed so amazed by me, always watching me closely, and paying attention to everything I said or did. He always apologized if he touched me unannounced and kept asking me if I was alright while he did so. I didn’t like people standing too close to me, but Jongho’s constant questions were irritating as I found myself more accepting of his proximity. He wasn’t as bad as the loud pirate he seemed to work with the most, Wooyoung. The first time he tried to touch me, I punched him in the face and ever since he’s been glaring at me whenever we made eye contact. I wasn’t some sort of animal put on display for others to touch or talk to whenever bored.

However, the little freedom I seemed to have was quickly taken away a few nights ago as I had attacked Jongho while he was asleep. I had warned him before, that if he ever fell asleep around me, I would attack him, but apparently he thought I was joking. I found it rather annoying as the Captain placed handcuffs around my wrists, securing me against the leg of the desk Jongho had in his room. He growled at me that he’d kill me if I dared to harm his crew even once more, making me chuckle as I started humming, warning him that I was still a Siren, and I could still make them do whatever I wanted to. Jongho had started training them in how to block the Siren song from getting to them, but the Captain seemed to still have trouble with it, so I loved antagonizing him. The attack I conducted on Jongho which led to my current predicament was a mere experiment, I felt like checking if I still had it in me. I was woken from my slumber by loud snores coming from the desk behind me, and when I turned around, I found Jongho with his head on the desk and eyes closed. I watched him, confused by the sounds he was making, until I realized it was probably snoring. He looked serene in his sleep, body fully relaxed. I could’ve easily ripped his throat out, so enticed by the thought, I found myself sitting up. I still couldn’t walk on my own, these legs were just too heavy for my body, but if I leaned against a wall and held myself up, they worked pretty fine. The were still sensitive and my feet would hurt if I stood on them for too long. I didn’t know having legs was this exhausting. After I reached Jongho, surprised that he didn’t wake up as I crashed into the wall and even fell a few times due to the rocking of the ship, I leaned my head close to his. I gripped the desk tightly, eyes trailing his smooth skin, missing my own being like that. My body was doing a lot better than I expected out of water, but it felt dirty and extremely dry. Drinking water strangely seemed to hydrate my skin though. Jongho sighed loudly in his sleep and my eyes fell onto his neck, the scar of my teeth never disappearing. The wound has healed, but the scar remained. I had a scar on my neck too because of him, at least we were sort of even. Jongho’s eyebrows furrowed and suddenly his eyes opened, making me take action. As he stood up straight, I gripped his neck and squeezed it, snarling at him as his eyes widened. He looked confused as he tried to pry my fingers off himself, making me chuckle. When I showed him my sharp teeth, his body tensed and suddenly he jumped up, twisting my wrist with one hand, making me hiss in pain. I couldn’t exactly react as he gripped my neck and suddenly my head was pinned against his desk, cheek getting squished.

“What in the Heavens are you doing?!” Jongho snapped, voice laced with fury and bewilderment.

“I told you I’d kill you if you fell asleep while I was in the room.” Jongho chuckled amazed, unbelieving what he was hearing. I smirked, but it was quickly wiped off as the door opened and his father walked in. He quickly created a big scene, totally unnecessary, and ten minutes later I was chained against a desk, forced to sit on the floor as the chains weren’t long enough to reach the bed. Hongjoong said if I behaved like an animal then I’d be treated like an animal, and after that I barely saw Jongho anymore, Taeri being the one checking up on me from time to time. She said we’d dock down soon, making me nauseous. That meant I was dying soon.

            I had fallen asleep after Taeri’s visit, head resting against the wall as my lower back seemed a little numb from always sitting. This human like body was a rather painful experience. My head banged against the wall and I woke with a start, startled by the screaming coming from above me. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked around, and realized the ship was rocking terribly from side to side. Something wasn’t right, I could feel it in my bones. I quickly looked outside through the window and saw darkness covering the sky, rain falling rapidly. We had run into a storm. I looked around the room, realizing there were very low chances of survival on this ship, so I needed to leave now. I could use my legs this time, support myself against the wall, and just jump into the water. I had no idea what would happen if I did so, but I hoped I’d get my tail back. I tugged on the chains, but obviously they were too strong for me to break, and suddenly, my eyes traveled up to Jongho’s desk. Underneath all the papers, a shiny thing peaked out. The key. I gasped and leaned up, grabbing it, and hurriedly undid the chains around my wrists. I smiled in victory, excited to finally leave these awful pirates behind, excited to return back home. I could hear the Sea calling me as I carefully stood, trying to find my balance despite the harsh rocking of the boat. It was hard, but I wasn’t about to give up.

Finding support in the wall was hard, but I found myself out in the hallway, half dragging myself half actually taking steps as I walked. It must’ve been a hilarious view, but it was the best I could use my legs. The shouts of orders got louder and louder as I made my way up the stairs, only being able to take one step at a time. My thighs were a little bit numb by the time I made it all the way up the two flight of stairs, feet aching. I did not understand how humans were able to stand on their feet all day long. I had to grip onto the railing tightly as the waves rocked the boat aggressively, struggling to stand up straight. I peaked my head through the corner and watched as the pirates tried to hold the sails still, the Captain trying to steer the ship away from the storm, but that was impossible. At this point, they had to ride it out, we were too deep in it. I took in the situation, wondering whether these men and Taeri would survive this storm, so close to the mainland, yet so far away. What a pity. But once again, I had to take advantage of the situation and I made my way onto the deck, the rain hitting my face, making me look up at the sky and laugh. I haven’t felt water on my skin in so long. It didn’t feel like the salty water that I have missed so much, but it still felt majestic. My clothes got soaked in mere seconds and I fell onto my knees as a wave crashed into us harshly. But I had to get up, so I did, I gripped a barrel and pulled myself up, eyes falling on the railing. I just had to get to it, and from then on, I was free. I have never been so close to freedom before. And so, I started taking baby steps, legs and core tense as I tried to keep my balance, having to forget about the support of other things around me as I had to cross through the middle of the deck. But as I was walking, amazed by myself, someone blocked my path making me look up at them, their breathing ragged.

“Good, you’re here,” The pirate shouted over the loud thunder, and my eyebrows furrowed, “The more the merrier! I need you to tie those barrels against the mainmast, fast!”

He pushed a thick rope in my hands and my eyebrows furrowed as I watched the pirate run off, helping his mates in need. He was the man Taeri seemed close with, his name was Yunho, she has told me. I felt frozen to my spot as I gripped the rope, eyes falling on the three barrels Yunho was talking about. I wondered if he realized that I was the Siren and just went on, asking for help. I did not understand why, but I found myself walking towards the barrels, the rope already wrapped around the mainmast, I just had to push the barrels closer to it and secure the rope around them. It was rather hard, I could barely walk, let alone push some heavy barrels. And yet, I found myself on my knees, pushing with my whole-body weight, groaning when the barrels barely moved and the rain made it hard to see, the waves constantly making me lose my balance. This seemed to be an impossible task and I stopped, catching myself. Why was I helping them? I was their prisoner. They deserved to die. They took me away from my home and they want to sell me. If anything, their deaths will only bring satisfaction, not an ounce of regret or sadness. So I stopped. I dropped the rope and pulled myself up, ears picking up on a frustrated cry. It was a familiar voice and I looked in their direction, eyes falling on Jongho. He was by the railing, pulling on the rope of the mizzenmast’s sail, as it had sprung free from its place. He was screaming at Wooyoung to bring five men and help him tie it back before the wind rips their sail apart. There were tiny rips in the main sail already, which wasn’t a good sign. I took one step, two steps, three steps, and suddenly, my body was thrown against the wooden floor, head crashing against the barrel I was holding onto. Suddenly, everything was hazy around me, voices muffled and head throbbing. I couldn’t feel my legs nor my hands as I gasped for air, blinking but not seeing. Panick seeped through my body, hard to breathe all of a sudden as I clawed at my neck.

“Hey, hey!” The voice shouting seemed to be at a distance and I felt something colder than the rain pressing against my cheeks, “Y/N, hey! Calm down, you’re alright!”

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut together, when suddenly I felt a light slap on my cheek, the person talking to me demanding me to open my eyes. My eyebrows were furrowed as I forced my eyes open, seeing but black dots covered everything; Yunho was the one holding onto me, “Take deep breaths!”

I did that and found my vision clearing a little bit, but it was still hazy. There were zero chances that I could stand up with the nausea I was feeling. I have never been this sick.

“Everyone get under deck!” Suddenly a strong voice shouted over the thunder, “Right now!”

People started abandoning their previous tasks as everyone hurried underneath deck, but Yunho stayed by my side. He figured I couldn’t walk and suddenly I was hoisted up, carried towards the stairs as he looked around frantically.

“Yunho!” A feminine voice called out behind us and Yunho turned around, letting out a deep breath.

“Come on, Taeri!” And the woman caught up to us and held onto Yunho’s bicep as the three of us left the deck, me confused about what was happening. The hallway was filled with the pirates, everyone panting and drenched.

“We can’t stay up there anymore, nothing we do can save the damage.” Hongjoong breathed out defeated, eyebrows furrowed, “All is left are the prayers.”

A deafening silence fell over the hallway, nobody saying anything as their fates sunk in. I gulped, suddenly feeling the doom looming over our heads. I would survive it; I was a Siren. But nobody else on this ship would. My eyes ran over the people’s faces, searching for only one. Jongho. He seemed nicer than anyone else on this ship. He treated me decently when everyone else called me a monster and was afraid of me. I found myself thinking about how he didn’t deserve a harsh death. He taught me how to walk. He tried to feed me; he brought me water. He dressed me up and always tried to keep his distance if it wasn’t necessary to be physically close. He told me stories of his life before he became a pirate, how his father and him would spend their days on a boat fishing. He loved pearls and even showed me his little chest filled with them, wanting to give me one but I didn’t want it. He was hardworking and dedicated, very good at his job. Yunho suddenly placing me down snapped me out of my thoughts and I realized how fast my heart was beating. I was scared…but not for myself. For Jongho.

“Where’s Jongho?!” And as if the Captain read my thoughts, he called out. Everyone started looking around frantically, checking who was standing next to them.

“Jongho?!” His father called out, pushing people aside as he looked for his son, eyes wide and frantic, “Where’s my son?!”

I gulped, doom settling in the pit of my stomach. Jongho wasn’t here. And he wasn’t on deck. And if he wasn’t here and there neither…he was in the water. I gasped and felt my body tense up as I grabbed onto the wall harshly and started moving without a second thought. I never knew legs could be this strong, they didn’t hurt as I found my balance without holding onto anything. I pushed the few people standing in my way aside, making eye contact with the Captain before I started hopping up the stairs. I couldn’t run, I still didn’t know how to move my legs accordingly, but this was the fastest I have ever moved. My legs carried me back onto the deck and my eyes settled on the water. There was nothing and nobody stopping me anymore from jumping in.

“What are you doing?!” I heard Hongjoong shouting after me as I gripped the railing, heart beating like crazy. The water has never looked more inviting than right now, and without a word, I found myself leaning over the railing, arms out stretched as I fell rapidly towards the water. I was smiling from ear to ear, waiting for the moment when my skin finally made contact with the water. And when it did, all my worries seemed to disappear. I gasped, bubbles surrounding my body and sticking to it, everything so much quieter underwater. My ears stopped ringing, my hair regained its glow and my skin felt new, clean, fresh. The heaviness bellow my waist disappeared and when I looked down, the ripped pieces of the pants floated away, my long and strong tail replacing my atrocious legs. I started laughing, tearing the shirt off my body, a lump in my throat forming. I was a Siren. My tail was back. I didn’t turn human. I was free. I started moving my tail, chuckling at how easily it moved, how light I felt again. But my moment of euphoria was interrupted by screams of help, making me turn around as my eyes fell on human legs. It was Jongho. And he was still alive. I swum over faster than ever, but when I tried to get onto the surface, a huge wave crashed against me and sent me deep underwater, away from Jongho. I shook my head and hissed, searching for him as I couldn’t see him anymore. My glowing eyes seemed to be of no help all of a sudden. I thought he was forever lost, swallowed by the depths of the sea, but I caught his body. Little bubbles left his mouth as he was being pulled deeper and deeper by the current. It looked like he wasn’t even fighting back, face almost serene as he accepted his fate. My heart clenched and I found myself near him in mere seconds, his eyes closed. I panicked, but knew it still wasn’t too late as I could hear his heartbeat now that I was back in the water. I grabbed Jongho’s cheeks, making his eyes fly open in shock, and pressed my lips against his. He didn’t seem to understand what I was trying to do, so I forced his lips open with my tongue and blew air inside his mouth, supplying his lungs with enough air for us to get to the surface. Jongho seemed be dumbfounded as I pulled away and wrapped my arms around him tightly, swimming towards the surface, feeling where the current tried to take us, but fought against it. Our heads popped above the water and Jongho took a deep breath, slightly choking as he started coughing and he clung onto me as I stared up at the tall ship.

“Kim Hongjoong!” I screamed as loudly as I could, allowing my Siren voice to carry it to the ship, above their deck. It didn’t take much for the Captain to look overboard and once again, I screamed, “Go to the kitchen window! I can hand him back through there!”

The Captain said nothing but I knew he understood as he disappeared from the railing, I looked at Jongho, who was smiling in awe at me, “Take a deep breath.”

He sucked in a deep breath and we submerged underwater again as I swum around the ship, towards the kitchen window. Jongho didn’t stop smiling and when I pushed him towards surface, he gripped my arms tightly and pulled me above water too, panting as he stared into my eyes deeply. I didn’t move as a wave hit us, but had to hold onto Jongho to keep him above the water, his body not strong enough to do so. The kitchen window wasn’t open yet, it took some time to get there from the deck. Jongho’s warm brown eyes were soft as he tried to push his hair out of his face, watching me.

“You’re so beautiful.” I felt my body warm up at his words, a little taken back by them. Despite knowing I was a beautiful creature, his words seemed to have an effect on me. I knew my eyes were glowing and my skin was almost translucent again, yet Jongho caressed my cheek and pulled me in. His warm lips were cracked from him biting them so much, but their plumpness made them softer than I imagined they would be. I found myself kissing him back eagerly, wondering where these desires were coming from. Our lips moved perfectly against each other; the waves not even capable of breaking us apart. Jongho held onto me tightly, lightly shuddering from the coldness of the water, holding my cheeks firmly. It felt overwhelming to be held like this, to have lips against mine, to have someone like Jongho call me beautiful. He was the beautiful one, in fact. I’ve never seen a human like him before. So joyous of what life had to offer him. Friendly and accepting despite the strangeness of my nature to him. When I pulled back, I couldn���t breathe properly. I never knew a kiss could steal your breath away. I gazed at Jongho starstruck and he chuckled, planting a shorter but strong kiss against my lips again. I suddenly wondered what love felt like. And if the person who loved you gave you kisses like Jongho’s all the time. How would Jongho be if he were in love with you? Sweet, attentive, and loving?

I could hear the pirates struggling to open kitchen window, they were annoyingly loud. I didn’t want our little moment to end, but I had to hand them Jongho. He was a human, and I was a Siren. We were creatures different from each other. Our lives had no future if intertwined. It was best to let go while you could.

“Sunmi.” I said to Jongho as I heard the window opening, “My name is Sunmi.”

Jongho’s eyes widened at the hear of my real name. One night, when he wouldn’t stop asking me questions, I decided to tell him that the name I told him to call me by was fake as Siren’s names were sacred and only their swarm knew them.

“We’re here!” I heard Hongjoong screaming from above us and I turned around, looking at them. Yeosang, who despite seeming so soft was awfully strong, was leaning out the window, being held by Mingi and Yunho. Hongjoong was also leaning out, held down by Seonghwa and the one pirate who thought I couldn’t speak, San. Jongho and I shared one last look before I swum him closer to his mates, raising him out of the water as best as I could, until Yeosang and Hongjoong were able to hold him by his arms.

“Goodbye.” Jongho mouthed to me and I smiled as I watched him being pulled back to safety, the window slamming shut once his body disappeared through it. I jumped back underneath, swimming further and further away from the ship, feeling the sea calling out to me, guiding me towards my home.

I knew one day Jongho would tell his children about his encounter with a Siren, and if they happened to follow their father’s footsteps and sailed out onto the Ragging Sea, I would make sure to save them if needed, like I have saved Jongho.

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Writing Interview Tag Game!

Thanks for the tag @lastlight-inn! 🥰

When did you start writing?

TBH, that's hard to pin down! I was drawing clumsy comics with story lines as early as 4th grade (so like 9 or 10ish?) - and I've always had a thing for telling stories. I don't think I started earnestly writing until maybe 12. But I know for sure I was writing in middle school, and was well and truly into it in high school. There was a brief once-upon-a-time I thought about going that way for a career (but I also considered being an artist or musician ha).

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

So, I find I often write a lot darker than I read. Broadly speaking, I read a lot of fantasy, sci-fi, and some non-fiction. But I write predominantly fantasy. I've dabbled in sci-fi, but I find it a lot harder (perhaps because I'm quite picky about science accuracy).

But thematically, I much prefer to read romances and lighter hearted drama. I think my writing might lean a bit darker than I typically consume (more focus on harsh/traumatic topics).

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

Ahhh this is so hard to answer. I've not had anyone really compare my work to others (at least not by name). I don't try to copy anyone's style, but I definitely am influenced by many.

If I have to pick some - Oliver Sacks, Tolkien, and GRRM.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Well! I have several!

My main office is in an open loft in the second floor of my house - past the railings are large picture windows that look out into my woods and let in a lot of natural light. I've got an L shaped desk stocked with supplies/notebooks/snacks. It looks like the kind of organized chaos one expects with ADHD.

On the left hand is an easel for painting/drawing, and on the right hand is my dual monitor set up (slightly lofted). My space is covered in cute knickknacks and things my husband has made for me. He's a wood worker, so there's lots of cute little things - including a little ghost and a miniature zen garden. I also have an owl skull and spine. My keyboard/mouse/mat and wrist pads are all space themed, as is the desktop (not that you can ever see it.) Beside my desk is my behemoth, very colorful PC tower I built myself (named Eureka).

I also have a yoga laptop that doubles as my writing on the go platform and drawing tablet (named Epiphany). I'll take it downstairs to write on my armchair, or into one of the bedrooms for some more quiet and soft surfaces. And I also take it with me on trips. Had a nice period on vacation at the beach where I got to write in a rocking chair on the porch looking out at the ocean. Ahh... (take me back :sob:)

Very occasionally I will write on my phone. But this is mostly just for notes and short form RP sort of writing.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

So aside from becoming obsessed with something (e.g. media or my own imagined world) usually I get my ideas via listening to music or taking a shower.

Or, inevitably, whenever I'm doing something else that doesn't give me time to write. I wrote several chapters of my novel while writing my dissertation... procrasti-writing.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

On the positive side: found family, loving through pain, helping each other to heal, platonic love.

On the less positive side: the effects of trauma, the way danger and stress hurts our bodies and our minds. Fighting through adversity and oppression. Chronic pain/conditions.

I'm not super surprised by either of these, really - they're all a big part my scientific life too. Before I left clinical practice I primarily helped individuals recover from trauma and addiction - and that involved a lot of working on finding self worth. My research was all devoted to studying stress and cognition - and I tried to pioneer new work on intrusive cognitions. I think this probably comes out heavily in my writing for fun, too.

What is your reason for writing?

Fun, mostly. Catharsis. And a bit of dissociating, I suppose. I've always just kind of had the urge to spew stories out into the world, even if it's just for me. I also write to connect with others.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

Ohhhh, any comment makes me incredibly happy. If someone says they like something specific I am over the moon. I'm especially thrilled to hear anyone connecting with or caring about my OC characters.

When another writer I really admire or respect gives me a comment or praise (like @alpydk or @sorceresssundries) my little heart feels ready to burst! Recently had the absolute delight of having friends read and react in real time to some of my work and gooood grief is that ever motivating. (@crimson-and-lavender and @lastlight-inn I'm looking at you lol)

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I want to be approachable and interesting as a person. I hope people want to read my work or even collab.

I want my writing to be novel, engaging, and exciting. I want to subvert their expectations, but also tell them a story that's approachable and will resonate with them.

Mostly I want my writing to make others feel (good).

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

The longer I've been writing things - honestly, I think it's patience. Being willing to change ideas, move them around, or even abandon them if need be. It took a long time to be okay with those things.

How do you feel about your own writing?

Oh, we have a love hate relationship. I know I can be a bit...verbose. But I also find my own writing pretty fun and interesting. I know I've done a pretty good job if I enjoy re-reading it.

Tagging some lovely mooots with affectionate no-pressure boops: @abysskeeper, @feedthepheasants, and an open tag for any other lovelies that want to!

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Fluff Headcanons - Spooky gaming with the genshin characters!

A/N: The fluff version of the Halloween special, and a bit of a new format. I hope you enjoy!

C/W: Modern AU, swearing, game-typical violence.

Alhaitham

This year, Alhaitham wanted something less conventional. Something that would really engage his mind with interesting commentary about society and the world at large, but still retain some of that spooky vibe. 

Cruelty Squad easily caught his attention with its assaulting graphics and interesting premise. It clearly begged for attention, and he was willing to humor it. 

It was precisely what he was looking for, and what an answer it was. Alhaitham had no trouble adjusting to a more corporate mindset.

Alhaitham: The super AI emerges from an extremely pornographic ultra hyper suck and fuck…

Kaveh: Um… What? What are you talking about?

Alhaitham: You don't understand, Kaveh. Everything that surrounds us? It's Gorbino's Quest. The Gorbino's Quest... of life.

Ganyu

The poor little cinnamon roll isn't that much of a horror fan. Violence and death generally unsettles her, but Ganyu still wants to feel some of that holiday spirit. 

After a lengthy deliberation, Ganyu chose Little Nightmares. The graphics are quite pleasing to the eye, it is horror, but not so horrible and violent. At least that's what she heard.

Ganyu: Oh, look! It's a Nome, right? And it's offering me food… How nice of it! Um… Oh n-no! Why would you d-do that?!

Amber

The great outdoors with a horror theme? Count her in!

Amber made sure to avoid spoilers to have the full, unprecedented The Forest experience. The landscape is so serene and peaceful… The freedom of movement, the sounds of nature and the survival elements are so fun and relaxing!

True, there are some hostile people on the island, but they seem harmless enough.

Until the night falls…

Amber: Wait… What's that? That doesn't look human… Did it just birth out… Ew… Yikes! It's coming at me! 

Suffice to say, Amber stuck around until more or less the moment when you have to chop up bodies and make effigies out of the parts.

Beidou

Alcohol, hard rock and murdering demons with big guns is how Beidou plays on Halloween, so she'll gladly hop on Doom Eternal.

There's nothing better than impaling a snake demon's head with its own broken arm, right as the beat drops. 

Beidou: Life has enough undefeatable horrors. Let's just have some fun tonight!

Ningguang

The old ones are the good ones! Ningguang doesn't play a lot of video games, but she did like a few titles back in her younger days. 

On this special occasion, Ningguang got a box of her old possessions to dig through, and found the original Dungeon Keeper on CD. 

Everything is just as she remembered it was. 

Ningguang: Oh, these imps… They are the perfect workers, aren't they? They don't eat, sleep, need vacation, have a social life, and they work harder when you slap them. Ah, if only I had them as my subordinates…

Keqing: *narrows eyes*

Kokomi

Another fan of the retro side of games, Kokomi enjoys a good tactical challenge - developing the ability to conjure small scale plans is as important as improving the grand ones.

Her pick is Myth II: Soulblighter. It’s a brutal, unforgiving RTS with a distinctively dark atmosphere - just perfect for the season at hand.

Even when Halloween comes to a close, Kokomi will find it hard to drop the game. The insanity that is Legendary is quite addictive indeed…

Kokomi: You here… You here… And now the crescendo!

Game: “Move here move there…”

Game: “Catch!”

Game: *explosion*

Game: “Casualty.”

Kokomi: Oh. Change of plans, I guess…

Yae Miko

Upon hearing of the wonderful possibilities for tormenting the other party, Miko didn't hesitate to bring out the Mora for Dead By Daylight and all of its DLC. 

Though it was quite fun at first, the ugly nature of the game soon surfaced. As none of her friends were brave enough to delve into this swamp, she was forced to join up with random people, who frequently threw the games. 

Such a combination was enough to make even such an ancient and wise kitsune lose her absolute cool.

Ei: Why are you crouching behind that tree, Miko?

Miko: The killer has caught one of my teammates, and I will release them by ambushing them with a flashlight! 

Miko: Come on… Now! You didn't expect that, did y- What?? Lightborn?! Again?! Who even plays it nowadays?! Oh, you daft, blind motherf-

Ei: Miko!

Miko: Oh… Hm. Sorry. I got a little carried away. But that's sooo unfair, isn't it? Why would they add a perk that cancels a whole mechanic? I can't believeitthegameissokillersided…

Xiangling

Xiangling absolutely didn't look forward to Halloween, especially with Hu Tao around. She just can't take horror, at all, of any kind, ever. Especially jumpscares.

She still couldn't believe that she agreed to play a horror game, let alone one suggested by the director. The one and only Five Nights At Freddy's at that.

Much to Hu Tao's amusement, she didn't even make it past Night 1. Xiangling was thoroughly spooked, and after being jumpscared once she completely refused to keep playing. 

Seeing Xiangling so terrified made Guoba very upset, and Hu Tao quickly apologized to avoid being roasted by the angry god. 

Hu Tao: So he killed the kids, but then! Their souls escaped their robot prisons and made an old spring lock suit crush him to death! WoOoo~

Xiangling: Ah! Hu Tao! No more! 

Guoba: Nane na! Grr…

Hu Tao: Oh, don't fret little Guoba! I'm just joking!

Zhongli

Morax always had trouble catching up with the latest cultural and technological trends of the humans. Sure, he can use a computer more than well enough, but he finds third and first person video games confusing. The gameplay is most often too fast and rapidly changing for him to be up to speed with it, let alone enjoy it. 

Throughout all of his exponentially long life, nobody was as persistent in including him in the festivities as Hu Tao. She tried to convince Zhongli to play something horror-related, but he was assertive. So, the director decided to find a game that would suit his liking - an indie title. 

Her pick fell on Water Womb World - it's simple mechanically, is quite disturbing and has an interesting concept. 

Much to her surprise, Zhongli thoroughly enjoyed his fifteen minutes with the game, even if he didn't find it very scary.

Zhongli: Ah, I agree with the message of this title. The blind belief in deities can lead to fanaticism, which breeds regress rather than progress. I do think that a more healthy and critical approach to Rex Lapis' rule would be beneficial to our current day society. Especially that the age of gods draws to an end…

Hu Tao: Aiya! Do you have to turn everything into a lecture, Zhongli? You're not my grandpa, are you?

Hu Tao

An avid enjoyer of the spookfest, Hu Tao decided to pick something hitting closer to home this year - Mortuary Assistant.

The gameplay loop feels great! Just like in her line of work, just without the smell. She's having the time of her life preparing the corpse for burial. And hunting the demon. That's also quite cool!

Hu Tao: *hums while wheeling the corpse into the crematory* 

Game: "Are you sure?"

Hu Tao: Yup! I know your tricks more than well. Aiyaya, you could try something more interesting next round! Furnace time~

Game: *sounds of fire and demonic screaming*

Hu Tao: Toodle-oo~

Bennet, Noelle, Fischl, Razor

A few weeks before Halloween, Bennett mentioned a game night, since he couldn't be there in person. Noelle, diligent as ever, picked this up as a cue to start looking for something. 

Luckily for her, Phasmophobia was on a large and affordable discount, so after proposing the idea and organizing a money pool, they all got to proving the existence of ghosts.

Lisa lent Razor her personal computer for the night, on condition that she could take a little peek every now and then at their session without interrupting - and what an amusement it was, as none of them are especially acquainted with horror.

Noelle: "The ghost responds only to people who are alone." Somebody has to go in to talk to it… 

Razor: Razor won't go! Ghost scary!

Bennett: I would go, but with my luck, the ghost will eat me right away…

Fischl: Hmph! Although yes, I, Fischl, The Prinzessin Der Verurteilung and the founder of The Immernatchreich possess the courage to face demons and spawns of darkness alike, I…

Everyone: So you'll go then?

Amy: Um… N-no! You m-misunderstood!

Furina

The Great-And-Grand Archon of Fontaine played and saw every horror game and movie, and never once got scared. Or that's what she claims, at least.

That's why Focalors decided to prove her excellence with a true, dark challenge she could easily overcome, thus proving her gaming capabilities for all to see!

In hindsight, Darkest Dungeon wasn't the best of choices she could have made… It did amuse Monsieur Neuvilette, however. 

Neuvillette: I think you should retreat. Your heroes are close to dying. 

Furina: I appreciate your advice, my dear Iudex, but your worries are misplaced! My Crusader will deal a critical hit, thus ending the pig-man's miserable opposition, and granting us treasure galore! Watch and marvel at my skill!

Game: "A singular strike!"

Furina: Ahaha, see? I told you it would be fine~ Wait… It's not dead yet…?

Game: "Mortality - clarified in a single strike!"

Furina: Um…

Game: "There can be no hope in this hell, no hope at all…"

Game: "And now the true test - hold fast, or expire."

Game: "Those who cover injury find it in no short supply."

Game: "As life ebbs, terrible vistas of emptiness reveal themselves."

Furina: Ret- T-tactical withdrawal! 

Game: "Cornered, trapped, forced to fight on!"

Game: "This is no place for the weak, or the foolhardy."

Game: "More blood soaks the soil, feeding the evil therein."

Game: "Perched at the very precipice of oblivion."

Game: "More dust, more ashes, more disappointment."

Game: "Another life wasted in the pursuit of glory and gold."

Game: "Wounds to be tended. Lessons to be learned."

Neuvillette: Lady Furina, if only you had-

Furina: Silence.

Shenhe

Shenhe never gets scared. The most terrible of monsters or existential terrors are no match for her training and resolve, no matter how unexpected they might be. She might not get scared, but she can get startled, right?

Who else would pose that question but Hu Tao, the mistress of horrors herself? It was always her objective to get some sort of reaction out of the adepti disciple, no matter how insignificant and small it might be. Many things were attempted - scary movies, troubling situations, body horror, cosmic horror, existential horror… But none of them ever worked. Shenhe remained stalwart.

Out of desperation, Hu Tao was forced to reach for the ultimate weapon. The bane of those unprepared. The myth. The legend. The game.

The Scary Maze Game. 

After plugging in an old spare monitor, she invited Shenhe to “test her precision”, and stepped a few safe meters back. 

The monitor ended up skewered with her polearm, but Shenhe did yelp - much to her delight. 

Not all was fun and games though, as Hu Tao got the mother of all lectures from Cloud Retainer. Something about Shenhe’s red ropes breaking, but the director didn’t pay much attention, and just nodded along.

Hu Tao: Heya, Shenhe… You don’t mind the little scare I gave you back on Halloween night, do you…?

Shenhe: Oh? Well, as much as I was upset during the moment, I must admit it was quite… cathartic. I never experienced anything like that. I do not hold any grudge towards you. Actually… Thank you for that, director Hu Tao.

Hu Tao: Phew! And I was here thinking I’ll share the fate of that display!

🎃Happy Halloween!🎃

[welldonebeca]

Android Hero (8)

WC: 1k words Warnings: Future AU. Robot Steve. Unhealthy relationships. Vaginal fingering. Overstimulation. Multiple orgasms. Possessive sex. Degrading kink. Fluff.

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Masterlist

You opened your eyes in a bit of a rush.

Oh, you were late. Fuck, you were so late.

"It's six in the morning, miss," Steve held your middle.

"It's Monday," you huffed.

"And you are on vacation," he hummed, nosing your neck, hand caressing your middle.

Oh. You were, weren't you?

"But now that you're awake," he pushed his thigh between yours. "Good to start early, uh?"

You felt a buzz between your legs and gasped.

Oh, God. That too.

You closed your eyes, feeling them still heavy now that the panic of being late left you, and squirmed. The toy wasn't in a high setting, but your body still squirmed in pleasure, sensitive.

Fuck, Steve had fucked you the whole night.

"Already?" you yawned.

"Is my sweet slut tired?" he caressed your cheek.

You nodded.

"Sorry..."

Steve cooed, kissing your cheek.

"My sweet miss," he hummed. "So sleepy. Do you want me to take care of you?"

You felt your cheeks hot, blushing at the thought, and Steve moved his hand between your legs as the vibrator got a little faster inside you.

“I’ll touch this pretty clit,” he hummed, tapping on it. “Get this vibrator a little faster in your sloppy cunt…”

You closed your eyes, squirming and fighting sleep.

“Don’t even need to keep your eyes open,” he kissed your neck. “I’ll take care of you, it’s I’m I’m made for…”

You blushed more.

Oh, it was so embarrassing.

“Steve,” you whined.

He rubbed your clit, rolling it and making you whimper.

“My poor little slut,” he cooed. “So needy and so shy… you need me so much, don’t you, baby?”

You let the movement rock you softly into a dazed state, not too sleepy but not awaken either.

“Yes,” you sighed.

“There you go, sweet slut,” he hummed. “Just let me make you feel good. I do that perfectly, don’t I? I know everything about you, I know what’s good for you.”

He kissed down your neck, sucking a mark on your skin.

Not that you cared.

“You’ve been in control for too long,” he rocked your hips slowly. “Let me guide you, pamper you and love you. Let me do everything, you just take it, baby.”

You couldn’t answer, pleasure and exhaustion just making you feel a little bit hypnotised.

“Gonna give you everything you need,” he nosed your neck. “You’re just going to be my pet slut, and I’ll take care of your needs,”

You moaned softly at the promise.

Your trance was almost stunted when a loud ring came from your phone.

Steve growled.

“Your brother.”

“Pietro? What does he want?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he rubbed your clit harder., voice cold. “Pietro, Wanda… They all the same thing. Whine and complain, all for your attention, always taking and taking, never being nice with you.”

You squirmed.

“Steve,” you yawned, pushing yourself to wake up.

The phone stopped ringing and he pined you down a little bit.

“They just want to use you,” he kissed your cheek. “Never caring about you, never caring about your feelings.”

His kisses were so soft, and even though he was holding you down, it felt more like a weighted blanket, just comfortable and warm, and your energy was quick to deplete.

“Just ignore them,” Steve hummed, rocking you softly. “Stay here. Stay with me. It’s safer and nicer.”

The knot in your belly tightened as you felt yourself once again rocked closer to the edge.

It was much nicer to be with him, wasn’t it? To be with him, to let him care for you.

“I’ll be your career, your lover and your family,” he promised. “You can work for home, you don’t need anything else.”

You hesitated.

“Steve,” you squirmed.

“Shh,” he cooed you, finger merciless. “Don’t you want to be my good little slut?”

“Yes,” you whined.

“We can do this every day,” he hummed. “Take little breaks, and I’ll be with you the whole day. Don’t you want it?”

You squirmed.

“Yes.”

“Then no more thoughts, okay?” he whispered into your ear. “Trust In me.”

Steve’s other hand found your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers, pulling and pinching.

“You don’t need to think,” he cooed. “No brain, baby, you don’t need it anymore. I’ll do the thinking.”

You nodded, whimpering a little.

“Please,”

“You wanna cum?” he cooed. “Wanna give up on your little brain, just be my little pet?”

Yes, you would love that. To not worry or stress or think anymore.

Just be his, his little pet.

“Steve,” you whimpered.

“There you go,” he cooed. “Good girl, cum for me.”

You bit your lower lip, moaning as you went over the edge and came.

“So good,” he kissed your neck. “Good pet, good pet.”

You panted riding his thigh, and it was ever harder to keep yourself awake as your body relaxed.

He didn’t stop, though, still moving and rubbing, and the vibrator buzzed more.

“More,” Steve whispered. “Give me one more, little pet.”

You squirmed, overwhelmed.

“Shh, no need to shake yourself awaken,” he rocked your body slowly. “Just cum, my pet. You always cum so quickly, you can do it for me.”

He brushed your hair back, softly, and you could see stars behind your closed eyes.

“You don’t need to think, your body knows what it must do,” he assured you, soft and gentle, as if he wasn’t torturing you. “Just let that pretty brain leak down your cunt, you don’t need it. You just need me.”

You came again too soon, and Steve kissed and rubbed you through it, slowing down when you leaned into his embrace, exhausted.

“Please,” you whined.

No more.

“Good pet,” he purred. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”

He petted you a little more, but it was more soothing than teasing, until the vibrator stopped, and his finger was just glazing your wet folds.

“Such a tired little pet,” he pulled his hand up, resting it on your belly. “Don’t worry you can sleep.”

You started drifting off almost immediately as if he had some special power you didn’t know.

“There you go,” he spoke softly, almost to himself, as if he didn’t want you to hear it. “We have all week to train.”

But you didn’t care.

To be fully honest, you didn’t give a damn.

. . .

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[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Do my symptoms align with autism?

I’ve been looking into whether I might be autistic recently. I’m not self-diagnosing. I just suspect I might have autism, and I wanted to put this here to see what other people think.

Reasons why I think I am:

1. Stimming

This is definitely the main one. I think I stim way more than a neurotypical would, even when I was a kid. I pace, I walk in circles, I spin around over and over and over and over again and I don’t really get dizzy. I especially like to listen to music while doing this.

Before spinning in circles, I used to pace around in circles with my hands clenched together. It sort of helped me focus and think and daydream.

I do the spinning thing multiple times a day, and if I’m forced to go a few days without it, I get antsy and a little frustrated. (When I spin, I do it on the hardwood floor, keeping my balance by placing my hands on the back of the couch, and doing it on carpet is a lot harder. This is my favorite “type” of stim, so if I’m on a vacation where we’re at a hotel without hardwood floors, that’s why I can’t do it sometimes. But then I will anyway on carpet because I just have to.)

I do tend to rock when I’m by myself — or, swaying is more like it, but yeah, rocking too. I’ll sway a bit more than I will rock.

I’m literally pacing in circles as I type this out lol.

2. Hyperfixations/special interests

(Are those the same thing, or two different things? Please correct me if they’re classified as different things.)

I have what I’d call special interests — gender, Amphibia, Dork Diaries. I look up genders and try to learn as much about them as possible, everyday.

For Amphibia and Dork Diaries, I usually just read fanfic or write my own. The other thing I do a lot is daydreaming, though, and those are the top 2 things I daydream about. I’m constantly in my head, and I’m usually daydreaming in the back of my mind, like, all day. (About those two things.)

The thing about my hyperfixations are that I don’t talk to other people about them. (I don’t like talking in general, really.) I just keep them to myself and learn about them/daydream about them by myself. I never felt a need to share and I don’t infodump on people.

3. Fidgeting

I’m not sure if this is the same as stimming, but I’m separating these two.

Usually when I’m sitting still, I’m fidgeting. I’ll be tapping my pencil or foot 90% of the time. I do it a lot, and I don’t even notice sometimes when I do.

I don’t know where to put this either, but I also bite my nails. I don’t just bite them either, I pick them off. It calms me down and helps me relax or gives me something to do when I’m nervous or just plain bored. (I’m well aware this isn’t healthy, please don’t attack me in the comments section.)

4. Procrastination (executive dysfunction?)

I know lots of people procrastinate, but I think what I experience lines up more with executive dysfunction. (Which I’ve learned is also a trait of ADHD, so I don’t know if I have that instead.)

It’s so so hard to focus on a school task or something that’s boring. Or even something that’s exciting, like writing on a fanfic or book, I procrastinate on so much. I set plans to do things but I don’t get them done. Even when it’s something stupidly easy to do, sometimes I just don’t do it. And when it’s hard, when I don’t even know where to start, it’s nearly impossible to start. (I usually force myself to get it done anyway, with big projects, but with smaller things and little homework assignments, I don’t always do. Then I kick myself for it later.)

5. Routine

I eat the same food every day for lunch, at school. (Uncrustables sandwich, yogurt, applesauce, and/or yogurt with m&m toppings I can put it in.) At home, I eat different foods for lunch — I make my own cheese burrito when we have soft shell tacos and shredded cheese. If that isn’t available, I make cheese sandwiches. If that isn’t available, sometimes I remember other things that are quick and easy to make for lunch — like pizza rolls. And if I don’t have that either, sometimes I’ll just skip lunch entirely. Or eat a small snack that doesn’t require effort to make whatsoever, but it’s usually not enough to qualify for “lunch”.

I don’t wear the same clothes everyday, but I never go shopping. I could wear the same clothes for years and be fine with it (as long as I’ve not outgrown them). The only time I get new clothes is when I see a shirt I really like. Which is usually Stitch (Lilo and Stitch, anyone?)

It’s really hard to break routine.

So there’s this thing at my school, where you can tutor/help out at an elementary school for service hours, and eventually get a scholarship to a 2-year college. The scholarship thing is major.

It took me months just to email the teacher and ask when I could come in. I’m probably severely behind on my volunteer hours. And the stupid thing is, now it’s not even hard. I just went on the first day, and it was established that I would do it every day, so there wasn’t a way I could back out anyway. And now I go and it’s no problem. It’s so stupid.

6. Social Situations

I might have social anxiety, I don’t know. I get anxious at the thought of new situations, having to meet new people, etc. I heavily dislike talking to people I don’t know. It’s why I prefer not to talk to the cashier at McDonald’s, or rehearse what I’m going to say at the restaurant.

When people ask, “Hi, how are you?”, I answer “Good, how are you?” They say something back, maybe mention a tiny bit of what’s going on in their lives, and then it’s over. For that, I have a pre-recorded answer. For other situations, as I’ll mention later, I’m actually mostly comfortable.

I speak pretty softly, and sometimes I have to force myself to a louder volume.

7. I prefer to do things on my own

I’m independent in a lot of ways, unless I need help. (And, um, not financially independent or anything, I still live with my parents.) And even when I need help, like with homework, it’s hard to let other people help me sometimes. I prefer doing things on my own.

Reasons why I think I’m not:

1. I’m fine at social interaction.

I usually pick up on social cues, and communication has never been much of an issue for me. (Sometimes I will sort of freeze up or trail off when talking, and suddenly my brain won’t make my mouth say things. Aside from that, I communicate well.) I understand that bad social interaction was a pretty big indicator of autism, but I’m not bad at it, really.

Actually, the one difference from this is that I do have pretty bad eye contact. I try to look at people’s eyes when talking because it’s polite, but then I look away, and then I look back, and then I look away, and I don’t know how long I’m supposed to maintain eye contact before looking away again. I don’t like it.

I am deaf, and I wear Cochlear Implants for me to hear. My social interaction is affected by this, as noisy situations are notoriously difficult for me to hear in. I’m asking “What?” multiple times a day lol. Sometimes I can’t hear a word the other kid is saying in school, and I just smile and nod because that’s all I can do, because it’s just too noisy. (I’m throwing this out here in case it’s something you might need to take into consideration, but it is completely unrelated to any potential autism.)

2. I don’t have hypersensitivity (I don’t think so)

Loud sounds don’t really bother me, nor do bright lights, or textures, or certain flavors or whatever. I eat the same thing a lot because of routine, not because of uncomfortable flavors or food textures. I think there have been times when everything was just a little too much. Then I usually find the nearest bathroom to calm myself down in. I don’t know if this is overstimulation or not, tho. Or if it’s specific to neurodivergency, or just me being an introvert and getting overwhelmed by people. And it’s not that often at all.

3. Very little aggression

I know that like a lot of things, autism is a spectrum. One of the symptoms is aggression, and I have very little of that. Usually when I’m frustrated with homework and my mom’s trying to help, I’ll get snappish with her (and then apologize later, because she wasn’t doing anything wrong and only trying to help).

Sometimes I do feel really mad, but I just grit my teeth and deal with it internally instead of lashing out. Like arguing in my head until I’ve calmed down and moved on.

4. Meltdowns/Shutdowns

I’m fairly sure I don’t have either of these. I think that’s also a major autism thing, one that I don’t have.

Things That I Can’t Put Into a Category Because I Don’t Know Whether It’s Indicative of Autism or Literally Just a Me Thing:

• Repeating words and phrases: I don’t do that out loud, but I will in my head

• Vocal stims: I very rarely do these, and if I do hum or make a noise, it’s usually entirely involuntary, usually because I was excited. I don’t mean to

• Repeating words: I very rarely do that also, but it has happened before. (It happened today once, when we were playing a game. Nothing came of it, it wasn’t weird, I just repeated a word my mom said — I can’t remember what it was, not a bad one though)

• Facial expression: I don’t think I have a blank-face that many autistic people do. I’m often smiling when I’m happy, or laughing at things that are funny. (Which aren’t even that funny to other people. Sarcasm makes me laugh a lot. I laugh a lot more easily than other people do.) I feel like occasionally it is hard to force myself into a facial expression if I’m not feeling that way

• Unusual posture: I literally just looked this up. I’m basically running through all of the autism symptoms and explaining mine, and this is one of them. I think I might have unusual posture. One of the things is shifting all your weight into one leg, and that’s something I definitely do, especially when I have to stand still. (And whenever I have to stand really still, and I’m not putting all weight into one leg, sometimes my knees will lock, and it’ll make me light-headed. I almost passed out one time from doing that. Never again.) I don’t really know if my posture is unusual aside from that. It might be and I just never noticed. Or it might not. I don’t know.

• Clumsiness: I never considered myself clumsy, but my brother has told me that he thinks I am. (Considering he’s my younger brother and says a lot of stuff to annoy me, take this with a grain of salt.)

• Oh, speaking of: metaphors. I think for the most part I understand them. Like grain of salt. And if I don’t, then I look it up.

• Sarcasm: kind of hit or miss with me. Sometimes I think my brain knows the other person is being sarcastic, because there’s just no way they’re serious about what they just said. But my brain makes me treat it like they are being serious, especially if their tone sounds serious. It’s hard to tell sometimes. But when I do get sarcasm, when their tone sounds obviously sarcastic, then usually it’s funny and makes me laugh

• I don’t like being away from home for a long time. Even a week gets me extremely homesick, and it feels like it’s getting worse as I get older. Maybe because I know I’ll have to move out eventually, or move away to college. Moving away for college, or moving out and far away, TERRIFIES me. This may not be an autistic thing, but I don’t know, so I put it here. Maybe it’s because my routine and my whole life would be upended. I don’t know.

• Speaking in monotone: Much like my facial expressions, I feel like I speak pretty “normally”. I don’t have a monotone voice usually. (I feel like sometimes I do, though? Not often)

• Putting pressure on the front of your feet: Apparently that’s a thing. I don’t think I do that. I don’t think I’ve done that in the past

• Decision-making: Related to the executive dysfunction thing. I think I put off big decisions. (I‘ve only somewhat-but-not-really decided which college I’m going to. And I might change my mind.)

• Sometimes when I try to joke, people think I’m being rude. I don’t know if that’s a tone issue on my part, or if the joke is in poor taste or seems more mean than just a joke (when I only ever intended for it to be a joke). Also for clarification, none of my jokes are ever racist or homophobic or anything, and I never try to be mean when I joke

• Special object: I don’t think I have one, unless you consider my phone. I don’t go anywhere without it lol. But like little things to fidget with, that bring me comfort, I don’t really have that. I just fidget with my hands, I guess.

• Verbal Instructions: Those are really hard for me to follow. If I only have verbal instructions and not readable ones, you can bet it’s a lot harder to get the thing done. I usually need a lot of clarification or things repeated to me, although that’s partially due to deafness. (I don’t think entirely, though.)

Other things about me that may or may not be relevant/important for you to know:

- I am aroace (no sexual or romantic attraction for anyone)

- I think I’m aplatonic too, and mostly anattractional (or grey-attractional, if that’s a thing). Online friends are easier for me than irl friends. I don’t even know what qualifies as a friendship

- I’m deaf (but I already explained that). I do hear with my Cochlear Implants, but I know it’s not that exact same as hearing people. I don’t know if that’s why I’m not as hypersensitive to loud sounds, or if I’m just not hypersensitive at all. (I don’t think this is something you could help clarify, though, seeing as it’s specific to me.)

I have taken a few autism tests and gotten answers like “you have moderate autism symptoms” or even “high symptoms” sometimes. For ADHD, the test answers ranged from “No” to “Potentially” to “Moderate ADHD”. (Don’t worry, I know that the tests aren’t meant to be substituted for the real thing. I just took them to try and see where I fit, if there were any indicators, etc.)

I am planning to talk to my mom soon and see if it’s possible for me to get a diagnosis. Things aren’t too hard for me right now, but I am getting older and I genuinely don’t know how I’m going to live on my own — which isn’t entirely related to this, but I feel like if I need help, I should get diagnosed as soon as possible. (If I have it at all.)

Basically, my reason for posting this was to get a second opinion, especially from people who are autistic themselves. Does this sound like autism or ADHD or something else entirely? (Is it possible to have both that have symptoms that cancel each other out?) Am I just neurotypical, but like, weird?

I want to be clear, I know you can’t diagnose me and I should see a professional. I just wanted a second opinion, in case it’s just me overthinking everything.

Also, I’m so sorry for this being so long. It’s probably a pain to read. I’m just trying to be as specific as possible.

Hi there,

I’m sorry I’m just getting to this. My goodness this was a long inbox! Lol.

This was very thorough and detailed, so it was nice to read. Nice formatting too.

I would say some traits align. But like you said, I’m not a professional. So I can’t really say. I’m curious about what my followers think too. Hopefully some chime in.

I would recommend writing what you told me here down to bring with you during an assessment, if you have one. This will be very helpful when determining a diagnosis. As it’s very detailed and thorough.

Hopefully this helps. Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ♥️

[searsage]

"Listen Robinson… you've been working hard, harder then most. I think you've earned yourself a nice long vacation."

"What?! how am I supposed to enjoy a day off when that thing is still haunting the woods?! We don't even know what it is! What if it attacks the locals or hikers?!"

"…a day off isn't a vacation, and are you certain what you think you witnessed was real Ranger Robinson…?"

"What! Of fucking course it was real, it was like a fawn but covered in fancy bells.."

"Robinson…"

"And it was glowing colors! And dragging a Christmas tree!"

"Two weeks."

"Pardon..?"

"Your holiday vacation starts now, I don't want to see you in this office for the next two weeks."

"Wait no! We need to laun-"

"Good night ranger Robinson."

"No No No come on wait, don't hang up just yet! Hello..? FUCK!"

[8 hours prior]

"Robin..is this human ritual truley nesscessary? Al-an sighed softly, testily betting at the many hands poking and prodding at his vessel.

"Nope! But your going to wear them anyway, and trust me it could be worse!" Robin yelled over the festive country rock blasting throughout the cabin.

"…I can assure you it will not happen again.."

"You said that last year, right before you scanned everyone's presents spoiled their surprises and proceeded to tear into yours early!" Robin pointed out nonplussed as the resercher placed another silver bell around the dismayed architect's horns

"Oh so we're not going to talk about what that colourful basterd did to our christmas tree, remind him what he did to it Robin!." Sam scoffed, unapologetically wrapping several more lines adorned with fancy silver bells around the poor precursor's throax.

Al-an hissed petulantly, rearing his head out of the tyrannical older sibling's reach lest she place more on his horns.

"Can you not remind me of that, I woke up thinking I was in a bed of snakes! HEY STOP LAUGHING!" Robin groaned trying not to recall that absolute mess of a past christmas eve.

"I'm sorry I can't, I just can't!" Sam wheezed recalling just how long it took to untangle the lights from the precursor's makeshift nest.

"…I assumed you had appreciated the courting gesture…"

"Al-an you striped the christmas tree and put them all in my bed!"

"And yet if I recall correctly it still worked…very well" Her architect pointed out unapologetically.

The smug purr filling to room had her sister raising an eyebrow at her.

"Robin you sure know how to pick em." Sam snorted trying and failing again to reach to stubborn architect's horns, the jackass never made anything easy for his in-laws!

"He's just being pissy because now he can't raid the presents without waking the whole damn town, not unless actually he wants to test Marguerite's claim on that drunken bullseye, isn't that right mr silver bells?" Robin snorted reaching her hands up towards her architect's face, a silent beckoning her mate was too eager to resist.

Unfortunately while his rediness for affection does secure him a brisk kiss, Sam also took the oppertunity drape the last three loops of silver bells over the precursor's horns.

Much to Al-an's irritation.

"Oh my god! He looks like a fancy reindeer! And actually cute for once!" Dani exlaimed when she walked in to spot the two sister's handiwork, Al-an looked so festive decorated with noisy ornaments, the silently fuming precursor only made the spectacle more entertaining.

Still Robin didn't appreciate her in-law's word choice.

"Excuse you..?" Robin Challenged, arching an eyebrow.

"Errr..I just mean not like a autobot picked up a drunk fawn in a bar.." Dani clarified not that her explaination helped her case.

"You know what I might just let him have his way with your presents.." Robin mused warningly.

"No wait I didn't me-" Dani begins but her rebuttal is quickly drowned out by the now intrigued architect.

"Really?"

"No Al-an, your job is to prance about and jinggle those bells and look pretty." Robin laughed watching her architect flare an irritated red.

"Are you certain we can't tie holly on him..? it would really bring the look home.." Sam pleaded eyeing the box of christmas decorations.

At this point Al-an had reached the peak of his tolerance for their bullying and flash stepped into the safety of the the living room, fleeing to the solace of his couch, the silver bells ringing obnoxiously as he attempted to right his large vessel on on the smaller couch.

He couldn't however stop his attention from drifting towards the colourful lights donning the large false spruce, it intrigued the poor architect in a way he himself did not understand entirely.

The bell covered precursor brooded, how could they blame him for humoring such a vescreal impulse, had he not apologized..?

In his opinion their response to his creative exploration was irrational, they simply did not understand the instinct to indulge in hoarding colourful beacons..

"Hey big guy! eyes off the tree!" Robin warned earning herself an irritated hiss from her testy architect.

He was only admiring it from afar, there was no harm in that, Al-an had no intentions of raiding the tree again..or it's presents at least not while they were awake and in close enough proximity to stop him.

[formula1fanfiction]

Charles Leclerc / Daniel Ricciardo

Title: What happens in Vegas

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Daniel Ricciardo

Characters: Charles Leclerc, Daniel Ricciardo

Prompt: Ricciardo–Leclerc, about what happened in Las Vegas

credit to brawn-gp for the gif

"If it isn't Charles Leclerc." Charles jumps in shock hearing his name in the Las Vegas night club, his drink spilling over the floor as he turns around smiles. "oh, it's Daniel Ricciardo." The Aussie gives him a huge smile back.

"What are you doing here?" Daniel grabs Charles by the arm and pulls him into the direction of the bar, ordering Charles a replacement drink. "I came here to do some karting stuff, what about you?" He's shouting over the beat of the music. "I just like to come and vacation here."

"Do you want to dance?" Daniel pulls Charles by the arm once again, almost spilling his replacement drink in the process. "What with you?" It's too loud and Charles' brain isn't working properly did Daniel ask him dance or did he mean dance side by side. "If you want." Daniel cracks another big smile.

The drink goes to his head, maybe he's had four or five now, he can't remmber. The pounding of the bass, the flashing lights and the sweaty dancing bodies drag him towards Daniel. It's too dark to know who  he is.

Daniel looks him up and down, checking him out? Maybe it's just the drink but Daniel is smirking at him, asking him he really wants to dance. Charles just nods his head. Daniel is practically gleaming now, pulling Charles in with his hips, there's no distance between them as their bodies move as one.

Charles is turned in Daniel's arms his back is pressed against his chest, ass pressed against Daniel's crotch. The older man is still swaying his hips to the music, practically rubbing himself against Charles, so the thinks fuck it and pushes his ass back, grinding into Daniel's crotch. His heart pounds like the beat of the music as Daniel's hands explore his body over from his hips to his ribs.  

He's not usual one for grinding but this is something else, this is sensual and his cock has become the slightest bit interested, he knows Daniel is hard, he can feel him pressed against the swell of his ass.

The music keeps them going, their bodies dirtly rubbing together as they sway across the dance floor together. The longer it goes on the harder Charles has become, it's a good thing it's dark because Charles' tight jeans leave little to the imagination.  

Daniel's hands sneak further down his body, he brushes his thumb over Charles' sensitive nipple through the fabric of his white shirt. Charles jumps in Daniel's arms but that doesn't stop Daniel giving his other nipple a squeeze, Charles is struggling to bite back his moans.   

Charles reaches behind him and presses his fingers into Daniel's sweaty neck, pulling him into a kiss. It's an awkward angle but their lips meet, moving slowly against each other while their tongues battle for dominance.

Daniel pulls away from Charles lips to bite at the sensitive skin on his neck, causing goose pimples to rise over his skin, while his hands slide down towards Charles' tight jeans, his thumb sinking into the waist band but he just rests his hand there.  

"Do you want to come back to my hotel room? It's just over the road" Daniel grabs him and pulls him out into fresh air, the air is still humid and hot, making Charles feel drunker than ever. They practically run into Charles room, not wanting to be seen together.

They giggle as they fall through the hotel room door, Charles takes his shirt off and throws it across the room, pressing Daniel against the wall as he drops to his knees, lowering the Aussie's pants and boxers to his ankles, exposing his rock hard cock.

Charles doesn't waste any time getting his mouth around Daniel's cock, digging his finger tips into strong thighs as he swallows the whore length easily. He bobs up and down, coating him in saliva before taking in the whore of him and holding.

"Fuck, Charles." Daniel moans, sinking his fingers into the younger ones hair, but not pulling at. Charles smiles around him as he comes up breath, bobbing up and down again, flatting his tongue to lick along the shaft.  

"Do I suck dick better than Max does?" He asks fluttering his eyelashes, he's not sure where the confidence has come from, but he feels, giggly and happy. "I would like you to fuck me now." Charles removes his jeans and boxers and jumps onto the bed, watching has Daniel removes his own shirt.

Their lips meet again in a hot, rough kiss. Daniel pulls Charles in even closer, so not of inch of space is between them as he pushes his tongue into Charles' mouth. Charles can't help but giggle into the kiss, he's down bad for Daniel.

Charles feels Daniel's hands sliding down his body, giving his cock a light stroke, while still kissing him. Daniel is practically sitting on him, abandoning his cock and moving towards his hole, a long finger brushes against it.

"Do you have a lube?" Charles nods and reaches over into the night stand to grab the travel size bottle. "Why do you have this?" Daniel laughs pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. "Me and Pierre fuck sometimes." Charles sucks in a breath as Daniel presses his finger against Charles. "Pierre's not here though is he?" Daniel jokes. "I am a gay man with needs Daniel, who cares. Just fuck  me please."

Daniel makes quick work of opening him, starting off with one finger and lazily fucking him with it, until Charles had told him to hurry the fuck up, so he soon as a second digit, then another until he's got three fingers slamming in and out of easily. "I'm ready, come on."

"Okay Mr needy." Charles giggles but this is serious Daniel has been teasing him all night, he can't wait a second longer. He needs that cock buried inside of him and preferably fucking him hard.

Daniel wraps Charles legs around his waist and presses the head of his cock against him, giving him a quick peck to the lips as he pushes inside. Charles gives a moan of relief as he feels himself stretching to accommodate Daniel. He feels so good as Daniel feeds him an inch at a time.  

He slams in the rest of the way with a quick thrust, Charles moans as Daniel bottoms out inside of him, it feels so good to be filled up like this. Daniel soon starts moving starting off slowly then making his way up to harder and deeper thrusts, Charles' moans only spurring him on.

"Fuck You feel so good Charles." Daniel moans thrusting in and out him with a punishing speed, the headboard bangs against the bed with every move. "Please, fuck me harder." Charles pushes his hips back, wanting even more. Daniel giggles. "Nothing but a little slut."

Who is Daniel to deny a cute begging Charles? He fucks into the younger man with all his might, changing his thrust until he finds the bundle of nerves inside of him, making him moan even louder. Daniel wraps his hand around Charles' cock and strokes him to the same pace until he comes screaming words in French as he paints Daniel's hand milky white.

"So close, so close." Daniel growls, almost falling on top of him in the process of it, he manages three more hard thrusts and he's filling Charles with his cum. He's half aware they didn't use a condom, but regular testing his part of the F1 program so he's sure it's fine.

Charles quickly grabs his shirt off the floor and pulls it over his head. "What are you doing?" Daniel watches as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and sits at the edge of his bed. He's making a boomerang for Instagram.

Charles points the camera towards himself, Daniel takes the opportunity to pop up behind him, huge smile on his face. Charles himself struggles to stop the corners of his own mouth twitch up in a smile. He captions it 'Who dat boy." and posts it.

When he wakes up in the morning he'll probably regret posting that but after all what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.  

[mega-pixie-dream-girl]

Snowed In - Part II

1996

Pairing: Dave Mustaine x f!reader

Summary: When a festival gets canceled for inclement weather, Y/n–the young guitarist from an up and coming band selected to tour with Megadeth–is stuck at a vacation rental. Her bandmates get stuck in town and Dave comes back just in time to get snowed in together with her. Dave doesn't mind showing her a few tips and tricks on the guitar, but there is another tune a-hum between them.

𝓦𝓐𝓡𝓝𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓢: power dynamic/mentorship, Dd/lg, age gap, size

read Part I here

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Setting the guitar aside carefully, my heart raced as the light from the fireplace danced on our skin. Dave’s wanting fingers pulled on me, exploring between the waistband of my jeans and my hip bones. Drunk on his arms wrapped around me, I melted warm and wet on his lap, a helpless mess at his mere caresses as his hardness rocked slowly against me from behind in his skin-tight jeans. The intensity of his gaze down over me felt like a dare, I would do anything to please him. I trusted him to take care of us on this tour and here he was, personally returning to this stupid snowed-out stop on our tour to make sure I was ok as a blizzard rolled in. For weeks I had imagined his teasing touches stretching a few moments longer, a few inches lower, a few movements deeper, brushing away the intrusive thoughts that perhaps he treated all of his women friends this way. But now his hardness against my seat was enough for me to know he wanted me too. Dave Mr. Rockstar Mustaine–who had groupies hanging on him at every after party and who had access to some of the biggest musicians in rock and roll–had been worried I might need hot cocoa and was now whispering in my ear after teaching me some new guitar riffs.

"That’s right babygirl… let me teach you how much harder and faster we can play. I know just how to get you there." His lips trailed up to my jawline leaving gentle marks, his fingers moving to my jean button as I sat on his lap. Every bump of my zipper as he unzipped me was like a hum against my heat while my flesh burned up in the wake of his lips, licked by the cold air. His hand was in my pants before my own lips had time to part, as he began to slowly rub me on top of my panties.

"M’nghh Dave… mmm" I breathily cooed in pleasure.

"Let me hear you baby. I can’t get enough of your sounds… the lil noises you make when you play solos… m’uggh… I can hardly control myself around you when you play."

"m’soo close," I whine.

"Already? We’re just warming up. So sensitive, huh?" He smirked, pulling his hand away.

"But Dave, pleeease?" I whine.

His large hands beckoned at my hips for me to turn around in his lap and straddle him, his hardness rubbing against me as I obeyed, making my heat ache for his touch even more.

"Much better view." He dropped his eyes to my bare chest, his pupils drinking in every detail as I arched closer to him in the cold. 

"Chilly?" he asked softly, thumbing my erect nipples.

"Mmhm" I nodded.

"Mmmm we can fix that."

Dave hugged his arm around my back as he stood, my legs wrapping around him. He carried me closer to the fire, gently placing me on the carpet before eyeing a blanket on the loveseat and bringing it over.

To my surprise, he wasn’t done. Suddenly, the living room was rearranged, throw pillows surrounding us and the blanket tented overtop us from the coffee table to the bookshelves–our own small fort collecting the warmth of the fire as the gusty winds whistled and rapped at the windows. 

The radio played softly in the background.

"8 INCHES IN CLARY COUNTY. BEEP BEEP BEEP POWER REMAINS OUT FOR THE FOLLOWING…"

"Mmmm your body is so gorgeous, something about seeing you in the light of the fire makes me want to fuck you like a fucking caveman." He said with a stupid grin, dropping his body next to mine before pulling me to the floor with him. 

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

He was such a goofball sometimes but I was desperate to feel his body on mine. I fell into his embrace, tugging up on the hem of his t-shirt until he quickly pulled it off of himself, his pecs so curved and his abs so broad. I had seen his chest so often before backstage, but always casually–his carefully buttoned shirt teasing his chest before the show or his sweaty, bare torso as he sauntered offstage catching his breath at the end of the night–now I would never be able to satiate my desire with anything less than this pressure of his muscles against my breasts.

"Mmmm you are so warm it feels so good." I purred.

He growled into my neck, his hair falling around me, surrounding me in a cloud of ambrette and the faint scent of cigarettes, and mixing with the warm hickory emanating from the fireplace.

"How often do you think about me?" He whispered, nipping at my chest.

"I-I haven’t–I mean, I think you are amazi–I mean I-" I scrambled.

"You think I haven’t noticed your talents?" He said pulling back, looking at me unblinking.

My cheeks flushed–had he actually noticed my little efforts to entice him? 

"All of this?" He said, brushing a hair out of my face. "And every time you stuck these in my face?" He smirked, lowering his hand to my breast.

I looked down, my lips curling, knowing I had been caught.

He chuckled, his eyes softening. He caressed my cheek. 

"Oh, I’ve noticed. And don’t think I haven’t thought about this before." He smirked, drawing a line down to my navel. "Sweetheart…"

Gazing back up at him, his eyes were waiting for mine, sultry and heavy. He leaned into my ear whispering low, "I wanna make you feel so good, baby. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this… how long I’ve thought about you at night, alone in my cabin on the tour bus… while you are such a fucking tease."

The tempo of his breath picked up. Suddenly my confidence cracked–everything I had dreamt of him, of us, was in this moment–what if I wasn’t what he was expecting? I knew he wanted me right now, but I could hardly imagine him, cock in hand, red and worked up on the road, thinking of me. Sure, I was pretty, "pretty", I was just Y/n–not a pinup, not an aspiring actress... My hands were smaller and softer than his, but they were still more callused than the girls always hanging on his lap… 

"Dave I–but I’m not like the girls I see you with…"

Dave immediately pulled back, a look of confusion on his face.

"What? No, you’re a million times better than those girls. You’re intelligent and talented and kind and beautiful and…" He paused for a moment, a smile appearing on his face. "And you’re a little bit shy. Do you have any idea how cute it is when you blush, sweetheart?" He continued, "...maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about you…" He quickly searched my face before pulling my face to his.

Our lips met, grazing across the soft red flesh and mapping the contours as time stopped, save for the rhythm of our breath. I felt his hand tilt my chin up into his tender kisses before he delicately drew along the inside of my lips with his tongue.

"Y/n…" he moaned lightly into my mouth as I arched my hips into his, shifting against his arousal. I raked my fingers through his hair as he nipped at my lower lip.

"Mmmm… fuck ...you’re perfect. You’re so damn perfect." He mumbled against my lips, his hand slowly trailing down tickling my side, finally returning his attention to my panties.

"EMERGENCY VEHICLE ACCESS LIMITED IN MONROE COUNTY. BEEP BEEP BEEP CURFEW IN EFFECT FOR…"

"Dave… I want to make you feel good too…"

"Mmm… you already make me feel good. You make me feel so much better than all those girls ever could." He mumbled against my lips.

"But… if you want to make me feel good, I’m not gonna stop you. Go ahead, sweetheart. Do whatever you want with me…"

I let his hands guide me, anchoring me into his pleasure while he rubbed my clit over my panties. I moved my own hands down, tugging at his belt loops to pull his cock nearer to me.

"Mmm… that’s it, love. You need me close to you, don’t you? You need to feel me against you, don’t you?" He grunted.

"I want to feel your cock m’sooo bad, Dave…"

"Say it again"

"I want to feel your cock pleaase Dave…"

"You are such a tease. Beg for it."

"Dave…" I whine. "It feels so hard against me…"

"Tell me what you want… we have all night…" he replied smugly, rocking his hips against me.

"I want your cock inside of me Dave m’so bad…"

Dave sat up, quickly removing my jeans and panties and tossing them aside before doing the same to his own and positioning himself over top of me. His cock was bigger than I had imagined, even in his large hands as he stroked himself a few times getting ready for me, slick with precum. His eyes raked over me with a look of hunger as he lined himself up. "Ready, sweetheart?"

I nodded.

I moaned as he sunk his cock into me deep with a single stroke, pausing to let me adjust to his size, his breath catching in his chest.

"Mm fuuuck… m’you are so tight…" He said breathily

I nodded again, lips parted, letting him know it was ok to start moving.

He started slow, but I could feel the restraint in his body, his desire welling up in his grip as pleasure grew in my heat. I couldn’t help but gasp as he thrust in and out of me, his teeth gritting as he held back.

"Mmmm oh–Dave–you’re so deep… you feel so good…" I moaned.

Dave cursed beneath his breath as I grinded into his movements.

He began moving faster, the heat inside my stomach growing.

"Dave… don’t stop!" I moaned.

He growled, his thick abs curling over and over to sink him into me, bottoming out.

I gasped as he stretched me around his hardness.

"You feel so fucking good Y/n… m’ugh so wet on my cock…" His said, his eyes rolling back in his head with ragged breaths.

His hands snaked up under my breasts, tracing and caressing my moon-like softness.

"Mmmm that turns me on so much…" I whine.

"Mmm, yeah? You like that?" He said, his voice deep and seductive, a smirk playing on his lips as he thumbed lightly around my nipples as they bounced with his movements before squeezing me in his hand.

I nodded needily.

"Mmm… good girl." 

I felt myself begin to clench around him as the burning pleasure coiled up in me.

"m’so close…" I whined.

"Come for me… I got you… come on my cock, sweetheart…" He said, his voice deep and needy. He planted sloppy nips and kisses on my neck, sucking deep marks, the mix of pain and pleasure driving me wild.

"Fuck… Dave…"

He picked up the pace, his own moans dancing in my ears. His hips started to become more erratic and soon his thumb was rubbing my clit. I couldn’t contain the wave of pleasure as it came over me, pulsing around him and moaning his name.

"Y/n… oh fuck… oh fuck.. Fuck…" his voice low and guttural as his cock bucked in me, shooting his warm load. 

He collapsed on top of me, his arms, scooping me into him as his back rose and fell against my embrace, hot and slick with sweat.

"Mmm… yeah, m’holy… wow…" he mouthed into my neck as he tried to catch his breath.

"...MAYOR ANNOUNCES STAY-AT-HOME ORDER FOR THE NEXT 48HRS IN…"

I couldn’t help but lightly bite his shoulder, my teeth grazing his freckled skin.

Dave let out a low moan. He lifted his head and looked down at me with a mix of surprise and amusement on his face.

"Did… did you just bite me?" He asked, his voice still a little bit breathless from before, but now with a hint of a laugh.

I smiled against him, humming on his skin as he pulled me closer, him twisting his face playfully and biting back at my nose.

"Hungry?" I asked him, jokingly.

"Oh, I’m definitely hungry, sweetheart." He said, his tone turning husky. He leaned in closer, pulling my body into his as he looked at me in the dancing firelight. "But we have all night for snacks… right now I want you…"

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read Part I here

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part II based on my submission for #mustainegfcontest1

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Nine

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: Smut (18+), swearing, all the emotions, fingering, hand job, spit as lube, squirting

This chapter is a little short since we're getting closer to them having sex for the first time. Hope y'all still enjoy!

Colson

Vacation with Presley in The Maldives was paradise.

We could’ve been in some seedy motel or in my bedroom at home or in the backseat of a car for all I care – it would’ve been special either way. And hooking up for me has never been special. 

Even with Megan. Yes, I’m saying her name. Presley and I talked a lot while we were on the ocean, and she encouraged me to talk about my past, to accept what happened. Besides, saying her name doesn’t hurt anymore now that Presley is all I can see. 

I’m falling in love with this girl. She doesn’t know that; it’s too soon to tell her, and things are too complicated with Cash and the tour and just life, but it’s true. She’s everything I never knew I wanted. She’s funny and smart and she’s a great listener, and our sexual chemistry is insane. I just know the first time we have sex will be incredible. 

We were all over each other for the rest of the trip. She goes crazy when I finger her now – it’s her favorite thing for me to do. She also loves giving me head, and shit, I’m not going to complain. Even though she’s a virgin, she gives the best head I’ve ever gotten, and I’ve gotten a lot of head in my time. Everything with her is better than anytime with anyone else. No one else matters. I barely remember those past hook-ups. 

The magic is over now that we’re back on tour. When we sleep on the tour bus, it’s a lot harder to sneak around, and our plan to switch rooms with Cash and Olivia has only worked a couple of times. I miss her like crazy. We’ve barely touched since the tour started back up again, aside from some stolen kisses and a brush of hands in passing. I’m starting to ache for her, and not just in a sexual way. 

We’re at Red Rocks tonight, which is one of my favorite venues. It’s such a cool place and the crowd is always so energetic and hype. I’m really looking forward to performing tonight. I’m in my dressing room by myself. My clothes are picked out and I’ve eaten and we still have a couple of hours before the show starts. I don’t know where Presley is, so I decide to text her and invite her to my dressing room. Maybe we can have some time together. 

A soft rap on the door signals her arrival and she slips inside easily once I open the door. I lock it behind me and as soon as we’re behind a locked door, I practically lunge for her, scooping her into my arms. She laughs as I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her sweet scent, and her legs wrap around my waist. 

I walk until her back presses against the wall and then I kiss her, hard and deep and slow. And I kiss her again. And again, until she’s sighing. When I pull back, her hands are in my hair and she’s looking at me like I’m the only thing in the world. She gives me that cute little half-smile she does and I smile back.

“Miss you,” I say gruffly, setting her on her feet so I can tuck her soft hair behind her ear and kiss her forehead.

“I miss you, too,” she agrees, sliding her arms around my waist. I smile and cup her face, tilting it towards mine so I can kiss her again. “Mm, careful or I’m going to make you bend me over the vanity.”

I chuckle but I can’t help but feel arousal creep towards my dick. “Maybe that was my intention,” I say.

Presley smiles and bites her lip, sliding her hands down my chest. I’m shirtless, in just a pair of sweats. “This has been tough,” she admits, and her smile fades a little. 

I sigh and rest my forehead against hers. “I know it has been,” I murmur. “I’m sorry. It won’t be like this forever.”

“Promise?” she asks, and suddenly, the duality of her and Cash hits me like a train. I flash back to the first night Presley was with us, when Cash made me promise not to go for her, and now here I am. I completely betrayed my friend. 

I don’t think about it often; I try to push it from my brain when possible. But sometimes, it hits me, and I feel totally lost. I don’t want to lose Cash, the band might actually kill me, but there’s just something about Presley. I swear to god it’s fate, like maybe she’s my twin flame, if that shit exists. Megan sure wasn’t. But the feelings I have for Presley are real and raw and so hard to tamp down. I don’t want to tamp them down. I want to feel every single one of them.

“Hey,” Presley says softly, putting her hand on my cheek. “Where’d you go just now?”

I won’t lie to her. I care about her too much. I refuse to have a relationship built on lies again. “Oh, just worrying about Cash,” I confess with a little shrug.

Presley frowns and nods, hanging her head. “I’m sorry to put you in such a hard situation,” she says quietly.

“Hey,” I say, tipping her chin up. “It’s worth it, Pres. I promise.”

She doesn’t look convinced and it breaks my heart. Suddenly, I’m determined to fix it.

“Pres?” I say.

“Yeah?” She looks up at me with those eyes. 

I bite my lip. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

I can’t believe it but I feel my cheeks warming. Me? Blushing? God. I’ve done it way too much since meeting Presley. “Well,” I say, “I was hoping you’d want to be my girlfriend.”

Presley’s perfectly groomed eyebrow arches and a little smirk grows on her face. “Colson,” she says, stepping closer to me. “You’re asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Is that okay?” I say, suddenly feeling insecure. I start to fidget. “I just–”

“Col,” Presley says, effectively stopping my spiral. “Of course I want to be your girlfriend. I’d love nothing more.”

A grin practically splits my face in half. I’ve never been so happy. I heave her into my arms and she squeals as I spin her around, plopping her down onto the leather couch in my dressing room. Her cheeks are flushed and her smile is wide and she’s so goddamn beautiful. I love her. I fucking love her. 

Instead of saying it, I show her. I stroke her cheek gently with my thumb and then I kiss her, so soft and slow that she lets out a helpless little sound. The kisses I give her are tender, and I can feel her heart start to race. I’m halfway on the couch, one foot still on the floor, and Presley pulls me closer, her nails digging gently into my bare hips.

“Colson,” she whimpers. “Please?”

“Yeah, baby,” I say breathlessly, lifting her dress over her head. She lays on my couch in a black bra and matching panties, and she’s so unbelievably perfect. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of this. “We’re gonna need to make it quick,” I say regretfully.

“I don’t need much time,” she says, reaching into my sweats to pull out my cock. I let out a breath when she does. Her eyes hold mine as she curls her fingers around me, sliding slowly up and down. I gulp, unable to look away from her. 

“Me neither,” I rasp, cupping her over her panties. Her long eyelashes flutter and she bites down on her lip as my fingertips immediately find her clit, already a little swollen in her panties.

“T-take these off,” she says. “Don’t want to be walking around in wet panties all night.”

My eyes close for a second with overwhelming arousal. I want her to walk around in wet panties all night, but I don’t want her to be uncomfortable. “Fine,” I say, quickly pulling the black fabric down her legs. “C’mere, baby. Let me get you nice and wet for me.”

Presley whimpers and pulls me close, one arm going around my waist while her other hand continues to move slowly up and down my cock. “Mm, Pres,” I wheeze. “Spit, baby.”

“Sorry,” she breathes, lifting her hand to her face. She holds my eyes with hers as she spits into her hand, and then her fingers are around me again, slick this time, and I can’t help but moan at the feeling. My fingers find her clit again and I massage slowly until her breath deepens and her pupils widen. I’m starting to recognize her tells. I already know she’s wet as fuck, and as I slide my fingers lower, I can feel that I’m right. 

As I hook my middle and ring fingers inside of her slowly, she moans, digging her nails into my back. “Cols,” she says brokenly, hips twitching up a little. 

“Mm, baby, you feel so fucking good,” I murmur, kissing her swollen lips firmly. Her hand starts to move a little faster and I match her pace, beckoning my fingers against her g-spot. Her breath against my lips is so shaky and it’s so hot, knowing how turned on she is because of me. God, I’ve missed touching her. I go harder, faster, and Pres moans again, one of my favorite sounds. 

“Uhhh fuck, baby,” she whines, tipping her head back as her pleasure builds. I press my thumb to her clit, watching her face for a reaction, and when her brows furrow and her mouth drops open, excitement surges through me. I can tell she’s starting to get close, which is good, because I am, too. It’s been too long for us.

“Presley,” I moan, pressing my mouth to hers, but we barely kiss. We just pant into each other's mouths, needing to be close but unable to focus on kissing. She rubs her thumb over my tip and I let out a choked moan as my hips jerk, but I need her to either come first or come with me. I won’t come before she does. 

Suddenly, she sucks in a sharp breath, her entire body tensing up and going still except for the walls of her pussy, which clench around my fingers so tight I can barely keep moving them. I focus on the lightning speed at which I beckon my fingertips, knowing how much she needs a frenzied pace when she’s on the precipice. 

Her knees slam together and she wails, neck arching and head falling back as she gushes into my hand, and with wide eyes, I look down. She’s always wet and I can always feel her come, but this is different. I’m making Presley squirt, and suddenly, I lose all control. “Oh, fuck!” I gasp as my hips jerk forward hard, my cum splashing onto Presley’s heaving stomach. As hard as I’m coming, I focus on working Presley through her orgasm, and when she whines and arches her hips away, I stop, gently pulling my fingers out. 

“Oh my fucking god,” Presley says, breathing so hard that I can see her gasps in her long, beautiful neck. “What the fuck just happened?”

I lift my hand, filled with her release, and my cock twitches all over again. “Holy shit, baby,” I rasp. “You just squirted.”

Presley’s eyes widen a little and she grabs my wrist to look at my hand. “I…I did?” she asks, stunned.

“Yeah,” I say, then let out a breathless chuckle of disbelief. “Fuck yeah, baby.” 

“Shit,” she says, letting her head flop back onto the armrest. “No wonder it felt different.”

I chuckle and get up on shaky legs, walking over to the vanity for some tissues. I wipe my hand off first, then get some clean tissues and wipe my release off of her stomach. She spreads her legs and looks down, and god, I’m already half hard again when I notice the way the leather glistens from her orgasm. 

“Fuck, Pres, you’re so hot,” I say, shaking my head. 

She bites her lip and smiles softly at me, and I just about melt. I kneel down to kiss her softly, playing gently with her hair, and then I sigh, coming back to reality. “I need to get ready,” I murmur. “The guys will be looking for me soon.”

“Yeah,” she says, sitting up and sliding off the couch. She goes to clean up with some more tissues and I wipe her release off the couch, trying to convince myself not to get hard again. I pull my sweats up and hand Pres her panties, which she steps into carefully. I hand over her dress and it falls over her body, and then I pull her close by her waist.

“You make me so fucking happy, my girlfriend,” I say, and Presley brightens immediately, smiling wide.

“Me too, boyfriend,” she says, and it occurs to me that I’m her first boyfriend. She hasn’t had this happen to her before. That makes me smile even more, and I wrap her in my arms, rocking her a bit. 

“Hotel tonight,” I say.

“I’ll do my best with Liv,” she says.

“Okay baby,” I tell her, giving her one last kiss before reluctantly letting her slip back out the door. But then, she pops her head back in and I lift a brow. 

“If…if we get to share a room tonight,” she says. “I want you, Cols. All of you.”

My breath hitches and my eyes widen. Fuck. It’s imperative now that we get to share a room. Presley wants me to take her virginity. Holy fuck. “Okay, baby,” I croak. She smiles and leaves. 

God, this is torture. Beautiful torture.

[helpinghanikan]

Star Wars: Kinktober 2023

Day 9: Sleepy (Fives)

Kinktober Masterlist

Clones aren’t given much in the way of vacation time or a break. That they get leave at all was simply due to convenience. If it were up to those Kaminoans the clones would all be kept in a warehouse until it was time to fight again.

Fives would have to find the time to thank the Jedi council for this free time. It’s only because of that that he ever got to meet you.

The last campaign had been a particularly brutal one. Fives didn’t need to say it, but you could tell when he asked to just go back to your apartment than to go out. Seeing his face at your door just solidified it.

“It was…Yeah, it was a lot.” That is all he says when you get the door shut behind you. “Sorry, I’m just really tired, Babe. That smells amazing, though.”

He insists on eating something of what you ordered. He goes through more than a regular man from both hunger and the simple fact he rarely gets to have real food. You take the dishes from him when he finishes, nodding towards your bedroom as firmly as any order on the field.

He falls asleep before you get in with him.

Several hours, and a little bit of sleep, later you wake to Fives against you. His facial hair tickles the back of your neck. A similar feeling to when he goes down on you and that same hair tickles the inside of your thighs.

You might have fallen back asleep if it wasn’t for the rocking of his hips. A slow grind against your backside while he sleeps.

Everyone was guilty of a sex dream now and again. It had been longer than anyone would have liked since you’d last had sex. It was for that selfish reason you reached a hand up against his cheek. Whispering “Fives,” to try and wake him up gently.

“Wha-?” he asks with a snort.

“You’re grinding in your sleep.” You whisper, straining to look back at him. “Specifically grinding against me. I can feel how hard you are, Fives.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Baby. I didn’t mean to wake you,” He says, laying back against the bed.

“I didn’t want you to stop. I just wanted to ask before we go any further,” You say, reaching a hand up to caress his face. “If you’re okay going further, that is. Not to pressure you, but I did buy you dinner.”

Fives has that clone grin that sends all the girls wild. Even when he’s half-awake you fall in love every time he looks your way. “If I’m ever not okay with sex, I want you to take my blaster and shoot, okay?”

He nuzzles into your neck as you laugh. “I don’t we’ll get there,” you said, helping him slip your pants down your ankles.

It’s harder than one would think to get stripped while under covers. Pants and underwear get lost in the sheets, tangled around ankles, and escaping onto the floor. That’s probably why so many couples just focus on getting the necessary items out of the way. But Fives didn’t want to go the easy route, he wanted to feel all of you.

His hands are calloused, but this makes it a pleasant feeling on your breasts. Squeezing your soft mounds, pinching the nipples, and massaging them on this side of rough.

His entire body is so warm you’re almost sweating. He hadn’t even touched your pussy yet and already you were moaning and groaning. Those sounds only got worse as his knee slid up between your thighs.

“Missed you,” He says, open mouth kisses on your neck. “Missed you so much.”

It’s a warm stretch as Fives pushes home. Both of you moaning into the empty air at the simple relief from being in each other’s arms again.

He makes slow but strong thrusts. Rolling deeply again and again with strokes that light a fire in your pelvis. Growing and growing Fives continues to massage your breasts and presses between your lower lips.

“Fives…” You call out in a whisper.

Your name comes from him just as desperately. Although Fives is the first to cum, he doesn’t stop his movements. Not until you’re getting just as tight around him. Milking his spent cock without worrying about having to clean up tomorrow.

“I missed you,” He repeated when you lay there in silence.

“Then you better keep coming back.” You tell him, falling back asleep with his cock still inside.