#because its far deeper than us not getting along anymore

[flylikejetstreams]

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[angelofsmalldeaath]

kathy's song — a.h.b.

a/n: this is based on one of the songs mentioned in this interview. the prompt is "it looks like it might rain outside". this is quite self indulgent too because @handfulofhoney and i were discussing andrew and gaming (in great detail mind you!!)

cw: weed

“it looks like it might rain outside,” i point to the window, leaning against his chest. a moment later, i feel smoke caress my earlobe, followed by the familiar earthy, grassy smell. 

he hums, voice deeper than before and right next to my ear. 

“should we do something?”

i turn my face, parting my lips a little so he can place the joint between them. the smoke makes warmth bloom in my chest, a minute late, the familiar calm descends. 

“i was thinking about restarting that zelda game we like so much.”

“oh yeah?”

his chest vibrates when he speaks, scattering goosebumps over my arms. a moment later, the first fat raindrop hits the window. 

“would you play with me?”

“you always chuck the joycons at me when the fights get hard,” he snickers, flicking my nose when i wrinkle it at him. the joint dangles between his lips, smouldering. i can’t resist placing a little kiss on his jaw. 

“because you’re so much better than i am!” i whine. 

“how will you get better if you don’t play!”

“is it not enough that i can sit here and cheer you on?”

we both stare at each other, noses almost touching, my side pressed against his chest and my back resting against his knee. a second later he exhales, blowing smoke all over my face. 

“go on, get it then.” he smiles when i whoop, stumbling off the bed to turn the console on and get the joycons.

a moment later i’m back where i was, slotted between his legs and leaning against his chest. the rain gains speed, more fat raindrops hitting the window. it’s the perfect rhythm, i think. or maybe it’s the weed thinking that, making its way through my bloodstream. the world feels slower, softer around the edges. 

i stare at the colours on the starter screen, mesmerised. 

“that’s you,” he points at the screen. i wrinkle my nose and flick him in the shin. “that pig-like monster?!”

“no, you idiot,” he giggles, kissing the shell of my ear and takes another drag of the joint. i have a sudden and visceral urge to kiss him, to feel that smoke entering my lungs. 

“that old man. you’d love to be unnecessarily cryptic and sit by the fire roasting apples.”

i hmph, unable to contradict really because he is right. a second later he turns my face to his as if he’s read my mind and kisses me. his lips feel warm from the smoke, soft from my lip balm that he keeps stealing. his beard tickles a little and i laugh. 

when he lets go, he holds the spliff in front of my lips, letting me take a small drag. 

the sound of the rain fills the room, along with the click of my joycons. link grunts every few seconds, in the middle of a fight and slashing at enemies left and right with a measly rusty sword. every few seconds he leans and kisses my neck. 

“tickles,” i laugh, “you’re being very distracting.”

“am i? i thought you were a pro at this.”

i briefly let go of the joycons, twisting my hands into his t-shirt and kiss him again. it’s a leisurely, slow kiss—mostly indulgent and lazy and soft. he cradles my face in one hand, holding the joint far away from us so he won’t burn one of us on accident.

a second later a thwack echoes in the room and we break apart, giggling, laughing louder when the ‘game over’ screen blinks at us. 

“look at that, you’ve killed link!” i poke his chest. 

he traces his thumb over my lip, dragging it down and letting it go. “i guess i am being distracting.”

i take the joint from his hands, handing him the controllers in return. “go on. your turn.”

“and what will you do?”

“stare at the rain, i think.”

i look behind me and out the window. it’s raining in sheets by now. so hard i can barely see the neighbour’s house anymore. the trees outside sway lightly, leaves dancing under raindrops. my head feels heavy, so do my eyelids. i could fall asleep like this, cocooned by the warmth of his body and surrounded by his smell. 

“you’d fall asleep,” he catches me instantly. or maybe it’s that my eyelids are already drooping and i’ve turned into a ball against his body. 

“would that be so bad?”

he hums, threading his fingers through my hair, tucking a stray strand behind my ear. i smile at his tenderness. 

“you’ve played two minutes of the game you insisted on playing!”

i pout at him, hoping the big eyes would have some effect on him. a second later he rolls his eyes and tucks my face into his chest. i feel him take the joint out of my hands, put it out in the ashtray on the nightstand. 

“this was your plan from the beginning, wasn't it!”

i shrug, already snuggling into him, as cosy as i can be while he restarts the game, goes through the same motions i was before but at a much faster rate. and even when my eyes close of their own accord, i can tell where he is in the game based on the soundtrack alone. 

“that’s you,” i point blindly at the screen. he pauses. 

“that…apple tree?”

“noooo,” i laugh, properly slurring my words. “link. brave knight rescuing the princess and everything. from nasty boss fights in your case.”

“alright, princess,” he chuckles and kisses the crown of my hair. “go sleep now. i’ll wake you up if something interesting happens.”

[blessedwithabadomen]

in love with the mess - day seven

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : smut (fingering), fluff, overthinking, drinking

length : 5.8k

tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess @shilohrosechicken @justeli6 @starvingarsyn @floatinglikeaswan @somebodyels3 @kageyasma @spikeisdaddy

a/n : I struggled with getting this chapter out but here we finally go, hope you enjoy it!! leave me a reblog or a comment if you do 🥰

•••

day seven

The day off was badly needed, for everyone. For once, pretty much everyone was actually free, with Oli only having a single phone interview and Bad Omens’ calender being completely bare of responsibilities. As soon as we got to Newcastle, the day was fair game for everyone. Unfortunately, we were all currently still stuck on the busses.

All of the crew and most of the band was either gathered downstairs or had retreated to their bunks, so when I checked the upstairs lounge at the very back of the bus, I only found Oli. He looked up from his phone when I closed the door behind me. Dressed in what looked like the most comfortable sweater known to mankind and loose sweatpants, he looked incredibly soft. He must have seen the longing in my eyes because he threw his phone further down the couch without any hesitation and opened his arms to me. Maybe it was his way of checking if we were okay. I thought we were. Well, mostly.

I climbed into his lap, facing him, briefly reminiscent of two evenings ago, letting him hug me as I buried my face in his neck. His hands easily wandered under my hoodie, finding nothing but bare skin beneath it, warmly brushing against my back, my spine, as if he could make out the tattoo there still, even without seeing it.

“I just don’t want this to change, you know?”

“I think it’s a bit late, don’t you?” I chuckled. We definitely never used to cuddle like this, touch each other like this, allow each other’s hands to go these places. I felt him exhale into my hair. “We don’t have to… We can still be the same. Just Oli and Aubrey.”

His hands wandered to my hips, caressing the flesh there, inching up.

“We can just… do whatever feels good. We don’t have to be anything. It doesn’t have to be deeper than that.”

His touch was turning feather-light, along my ribs, upwards, every fingertip leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, leaving me to sigh in pleasure. His neck strained so he could press the tiniest kisses onto my neck.

I didn’t know who I was lying to more, him or myself. But it felt impossible to care when he was treating me like this.

“Let me apologise properly,” he whispered into my ear right as his hands found the curve of my breasts. I gasped quietly, finally lifting my head to put my mouth on his, a silent permission. When he removed his hands from the inside of my hoodie, I almost protested, but he made quick work of unzipping it and opening it just enough to get a good look. “Fucking gorgeous, doll.”

Then his mouth was on my nipple, fingers stimulating the other and I almost cried in relief of finally having him on me like this. I grasped onto the fabric of his sweater, one hand going to his neck and holding him as if I was terrified of not feeling his lips anymore, but he indulged me without complaints.

Nibbling at the flesh with his teeth, he waited until my nipple was fully hardened before switching to the other. A gentle lick was immediately followed by a vicious bite and I’d cried out before I could stop myself. Oli immediately retreated, but his hands kept kneading my breasts still.

“We’re still on the bus with everyone, love,” Oli scolded me but his smile told me he was enjoying it way too much. “I’d love to tell you to be loud, but I don’t think you want that kind of attention, do you now?”

I shook my head, quickly, brain turning to mush as he continued to touch me. The door to the rest of the bus was behind me, and minus the fact that my hoodie was unzipped, I was still fully dressed. Even if anyone were to burst in, we wouldn’t look too suspicious. Not yet, anyway.

“Think you can keep quiet for me?” Suddenly one of his hands landed on the waistband of my sweatpants. “Because I’d quite like to treat you some more.”

“Yes, please, Oli, I promise, I’ll be quiet, please,” I babbled, the words spilling out of me in desperation. He chuckled, satisfied, probably loving the way I became putty in his hands. I didn’t care. I’d been riled up since this tour had started and I’d not found a single moment to at least get myself off. He didn’t need to know but I’d be begging on my knees as long as he offered to help out with it.

Luckily, for me, he seemed to be aware of the time constraint (and the fact that we were in semi-public, technically) and took pity on me. In one swift movement, Oli’s hand vanished in my trousers and delicately traced along the line of my underwear. It was almost impossible to take, the slow teasing, the waiting. I was getting wetter with every passing second as the anticipation took hold of me.

Oli was gorgeous underneath me, eyes dark and hooded, his head dropped onto the backrest of the seat, his Adam’s apple moving with every swallow. He was easily enjoying this as much as I was. When his fingers finally brushed against my pussy through the soaking fabric of my panties, I buried my head into the side of his neck, desperate to make noises that I would only let him hear.

“Fuck, you’re a mess, doll,” he muttered, his low voice almost sending a shockwave through me. “So wet for me. You love this, don’t you? Love being teased like this, feeling my fingers all over you. Bet you want even more, right? Do you want more, Aubrey?”

“Oli, please,” I repeated, sounding even more pathetic than before as my hips started to move, trying to get any friction at all. He chuckled darkly into my ear.

“Stay quiet,” he hissed, once again, and then he was pushing my panties to the side and I almost cried out with how much need for him I felt in that moment. Then his fingers were on me, touching me in places I had only been dreaming about. His groan when he felt just how wet I was beneath his fingers was pure music to my ears.

It felt like lightning striking my body when he touched my clit, just the slightest stroke, a hint, a tease. His other hand gripped my hip to hold me in place, working against the way I wanted to move into him, get closer, get more. Then, his finger trailed down, painfully slowly, leaving me a blubbering mess as I begged for more, unable to make sense of my own words. When he pushed it into me, I had to bite down onto the fabric of his sweater to keep quiet.

“More, Oli,” I cried into his shoulder.

“Such a desperate little thing. Just put my finger in you and you already want another.” He was moving, in and out of my pussy, letting both of us hear just how wet I was in the quiet room as I kept biting back my moans. “I think you can take it. I think you can take a lot more than you think.” Without warning, he pushed another finger into me, rougher this time, making my walls squeeze around him, but so, so perfect. “I think I’m going to have fun testing your limits with you, don’t you think, doll?”

There was no option left to answer him in my brain. Not when his other hand moved from my hip and also disappeared in my panties, circling my clit, while he kept pumping his fingers into me, faster and faster and all I could do was gasp and cling onto him and shake under his treatment.

“Come for me, love, want to feel you fall apart on my fingers.”

I was practically riding him now, unable to keep my hips at bay as I needed more and more and more of his fingers inside of me, the touch on my clit getting heavier, my noises becoming louder without any way to stop them as I once again buried my head in the nape of his neck.

“Show me your face, doll. Show me how you fall apart.”

I stayed put. He didn’t get to see my face when I came. Not yet. Not now. I didn't owe him that, or an explanation.

The orgasm took me with force, leaving me trembling and moaning into him, squeezing his fingers as the ecstasy travelled through my body. I was feeling lightheaded, a floating sensation, a wet mess, my body had never been so alive. I cried his name, again and again, slowly riding it out until I tensed up as the sensations ebbed away, leaving me panting and oversensitive. Yet, when he pulled his hands away, I still felt cold and aching for his touch again.

I stayed in place for a little while longer, trying to catch my breath and make sense of the world around me again as the post-orgasmis bliss slowly lifted. Only when I was sure I could hold myself up without aid again did I move from where I had collapsed against Oli’s chest.

He looked ecstatic. Absolutely pleased with himself, almost gloating. Underneath me, where I was still sat in his lap, I could feel the way he’d grown hard. It was a tempting thought, delicious, really. After all, I’d gotten to see his cock up close before and I was dying to get it in my hands, in my mouth, in me. But he wasn’t going to get off that easily. Quite literally.

I lifted myself off him, getting my clothes back in order, zipping up my hoodie. I ignored the way I desperately needed to change my underwear.

“Good start in terms of apologising,” I grinned at him.

Then I turned around and left the room, feeling extremely pleased with myself and still tingling all over from finally getting some relief. His shouts of protests were easily ignored with a smile on my face.

•••

I found all of Bad Omens gathered in the lobby of the hotel we’d checked into. Only Nicholas had spotted me so far, giving me a welcoming smile, but not saying anything. It gave me the perfect opportunity to sneak up on Noah and pinch his sides as a way of greeting. He jumped with a tiny squeal, to the amusement of everyone around us.

“Sorry, love,” I apologised but only meant it a little. Then I turned to the rest of the band. “Mind if I steal him away for a little bit?”

My question was greeted with a chorus of not at all, please take him away from us and don’t bring him back too soon which Noah replied to with a couple of middle fingers. Still, he followed me away from them and as soon as it was just us, he gifted me the smile I wanted to see every day for the rest of my life.

“You got any plans today?” I asked, itching to touch him but unsure what the unwritten rules were about getting physically close in front of, well, everyone. I didn’t even know what he had told his bandmates. If he’d told them anything at all. He had been hanging around with me and Oli a lot. But maybe they were used to it. Maybe he could be the vanishing type sometimes.

“Not until dinner,” he grinned.

“Ever been to Forbidden Planet?”

“That sounds like a trick question somehow.”

Apparently, he was still on guard after my successful attempt at scaring him.

“It’s a retailer. They have a big store here in Newcastle. And it’ll make all your nerdiest dreams come true, promise.” I held my arm out to him, daring him to link himself in with me. “Date?”

Noah hesitated, barely visibly, but just a moment long enough for me to catch it. I scolded myself immediately. Couldn’t I have chosen literally any other way to phrase my question? Of course he wasn’t going to ignore the fact that I’d called it a date. Not when this whole thing between him and Oli and me was feeling a little bit normal again but still relied on so many unspoken things. He’d told me he was convinced he was a bad partner. I didn’t need to push him into any romantic antics.

Before I settled on a way to circumvent the situation, Noah had taken hold of himself, grabbed my arm, and looked right into my eyes, softly and honestly, and agreed. “Date.”

•••

The store was, in fact, Noah’s personal heaven. As soon as he had set eyes on it, he was like a little kid let loose in a toy store, walking the aisles at a snail’s pace and telling me all about his favourite and not-so-favourite franchises. I wasn’t going to lie, my nerdy knowledge was much more limited in comparison, but I listened and walked with him and let myself drown in the way his eyes sparkled at anything and everything. There was simply something so endearing about watching someone dive into their passions and sharing them with you, even if you didn’t understand all that much. It didn’t matter.

At some point, rather undetectedly, his hand had wandered into mine. I only noticed when he found yet another amazing collectible and tried to hand it to me and my right hand was already restricted. Suddenly, it felt like the world had stopped turning, just a little bit, just for a moment, before everything went back into hyperfocus and I took the toy from him with my left hand and didn’t catch a single word he was saying.

His hand. In mine. In public. I couldn’t grasp what was happening. I felt secure, fluttery, and nervous at the same time. He was holding onto me tightly, pulling me along. I was hoping my palms weren’t as sweaty as I feared they might be. Then his thumb started stroking mine and I just about passed away on the spot.

The moment was over much too soon. Noah let go when he found something that required both hands and I felt lost and whiny and it was embarrassing how much I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t beg him to put his hand back where it belonged.

Where it belonged. Was that it? It surely felt right it. My heart and the butterflies in my stomach were telling me so. Oh, I was in deep trouble.

Noah wandered away from me when he spotted the massive section of comics and mangas at the back and I left him to his own devices as he flicked through page after page before sorting some of them in a pile that I assumed he meant to buy. I went back through the section of little collectibles, trying desperately to ignore how many thoughts were still going through my head and how my hand still seemed to tingle where it had touched his.

I quickly made a little novelty purchase, stuffing it in my pockets before Noah would see, just moments before he joined me at the till with a stack full of comics that the cashier was only too happy to ring him up for. Armed with a bag full of his purchases, we left the store, slowly strolling down the street.

“You got plans tonight?” I asked, suddenly remembering him mentioning it earlier.

“Dinner with the lads. Like, everyone. Us and Bring Me. Do you want to come?”

“No,” I chuckled. “You go have your boys’ evening, I don’t need to intrude on that. Do you want to meet at the pub later though? Have a drink, a little chat, just get out for a bit?”

“Us and Oli?”

I studied Noah’s face for a second, trying to figure out if that was what he wanted or if he craved more time without him there, but I found nothing but excitement at the idea of getting together as a group again.

“Of course. Let him know at the dinner? You guys can text me when you’re done and we’ll meet up somewhere.”

He kissed the top of my head in confirmation.

•••

Being alone with my thoughts hadn’t been the greatest idea of the day. I had ordered a bit of room service, as a treat, but now I was left with nothing to do but get ready for later and ruminate about my life choices. If I’d been able to push my worries away before, spending time with Noah and him just going ahead and holding my hand had ruined all my plans of ignoring them further.

None of us had really talked about… anything. Oli had apologised for being a dick, but that had been absolutely unavoidable. His behaviour toward me hadn’t been acceptable and he knew. But the rest of it had remained unspoken. The kisses exchanged between us. The teasing. Oli and me crossing aboundary that had been in place for years now. Oli and Noah. I was sure they hadn’t discussed the night either.

What did it mean for either of us? For all of us.

I slumped back into the bed, still perfectly made by housekeeping.

In my head, I tried to start with Oli. The facts were the following: We’d been friends for a decade. I’d been crushing on him for probably just as long. Nothing had ever happened prior to this tour. Now he was flirty, pushing my limits, teasing me. I’d seen his cock (and fuck what a gorgeous cock that was). We’d kissed. He’d fingered me. But also: He was scared of intimacy. His last girlfriend had labelled him ‘emotionally unavailable’. He had tried to flee in the middle of the night. He didn’t talk about his feelings because ignoring them and lashing out was easier.

If only I had an idea what his intentions were. Or if he even knew himself. Because I wanted more of him, I wanted him in my life and in my bed, and even if I wasn’t quite sure in which capacity, I was aware that my feelings were making it harder and harder to bear the thought of losing him.

Noah. I’d only known him for a short while, but it already felt like a lifetime. There was so much I still had to learn about him but I was willing to spend whatever time necessary devoted to it. I wanted to know it all. Which was a problem considering he was also someone who kept to himself when it came to his thoughts. He’d shared little bits, but I could see there was so much more simmering under the surface. I knew he was scared of getting close to someone again. That accusations of being a bad boyfriend still plagued him. But then he kissed me and he held my hand and he made my heart flutter and that was pretty fucked up.

Was Noah someone who would sleep around? Get his kick, get his rebound from whatever he was or wasn’t over yet? It all felt so much more serious, but then he withdrew and I couldn’t quite tell anymore.

But what did I even want from him? I wanted to be close to him, yes. And I loved spending time with him. But where was this supposed to go?

And then there was this thing between the two of them on top of it. Oli constantly flirting with Noah. Noah blushing at everything. Oli and Noah kissing. Did any of us know what we were doing? Were any of us ever going to talk about it? Or would we just keep going, digging ourselves deeper into what we had gotten caught up in, until it swallowed us whole and spat us out, leaving us to come out on the other side better than ever or cut to the bone, shattered and ruined, with no point of return.

The latter was a nightmare scenario. And one I definitely didn’t want to experience. I was going to talk to them, tonight, I decided. Get whatever clarity we were willing to give each other. Whatever clarity we were able to give each other.

My eyes fell on my open suitcase, pieces of clothing spilling out.

Yes. I was going to talk to them. And I was going to look fabulous doing it.

•••

By the time Oli texted the groupchat with the name of a pub and an order for me to be there in 15, I had just finished applying my liquid lipstick. The red colour looked devilish on my mouth, in the very best way. I hadn’t bothered with the idea of eyeliner, convinced that my nerves would only cause me to mess it up completely.

Checking my outfit in the mirror one more time, I gave myself a nod of approval. The black velvet dress ended just above my knees where I showed just a little bit of flesh clad in see through tights before my heeled boots covered most of my calves. It was ever so slightly overdressed for drinks at the pub but it would serve its purpose.

I decided to walk, wrapped up tightly in my coat, to get some fresh air in the January cold and try to sort my head, but I arrived before I knew it and as soon as I had found the two of them sitting at a booth in the farthest corner from everyone else, I knew there was no point. I was going to have to wing it. Impossible to stick to any kind of plan as soon as I looked at them.

Both of them looked ridiculously handsome, relaxed from the day off, as if they didn't have a worry in the world. Noah was blushing slightly, again, but that could be the light, I concluded. They stared at me expectantly, Oli giving a low wolf whistle, Noah’s smirk more than self-serving, and I realised I had to decide where to go sit - they were on opposite benches, a table between them and questioning of who I would choose.

Somehow, this felt like more than just a seating choice and I didn't like it at all.

I realised that I was standing around looking as lost as I felt and ended up sliding in next to Oli.

“Guess I'm the favourite,” he grinned. Had he and Noah discussed this before?

“Maybe I just wanted a better view of Noah,” I bit back, causing Oli to gasp in mock offence as Noah grinned happily.

Suddenly, Noah's smile vanished and now he was definitely blushing. I felt some movement next to me from Oli, saw him shoot Noah a dangerous smirk. When it clicked, I was so fast in leaning down and putting my head under the table that I managed to catch him in the act. Not only had Oli toed his boot off, his foot was against Noah's knees, seemingly trying to push them apart. When I tried to come back up, I bumped into the underside of the table hard enough to make the drinks they had already gathered shake.

“That's what you get for being a nosy bitch,” Oli lectured, but his hand was already at my head  carefully feeling for an emerging bump. “You're a danger to yourself, you know that?”

“Not my fault you're horny again when I just wanted to talk to both of you,” I grumbled, pushing his hand away and rubbing the sore spot on my head. I really needed to take better care of it. That, and my heart.

“Is that why you came dressed like that?” Noah asked. I feared Oli was being a bad influence on him - he was growing more cheeky, at least when it came to me. I wasn't complaining though.

“Well, I thought I might still give you something to look at while I hold a monologue no one wants to hear.”

It was enough to sober up both of them immediately. My heart was beating a little too hard and I felt like suddenly I had no idea what I was going to say anymore. Quickly grabbing Oli’s glass, I downed the rest of his beer as if it would make any difference on such notice, but I could always pretend.

With another deep breath, I decided to just go for it and see what would come out of my mouth.

“I don’t want a day like yesterday ever again. I don’t want to panic about what I’ve done when all I did was follow my instincts of what felt right in the situation and both of you willingly participated and we still all felt like shit the next day because we never discussed boundaries and I don’t want anyone to lash out and I don’t want anyone to withdraw and I don’t want to get another headache trying to solve a puzzle that refuses to cooperate.” Oli and Noah both looked like deer that I’d just shot arrows at, frozen in place and just that little bit ashamed. “I know none us meant to hurt each other but we did and… I guess I just…”

I was losing my train of thought I knew it, walking the ever-thinning line between trying to speak my mind and still protecting myself and my feelings. I didn’t want to say too much, I didn’t want to corner anyone. I didn’t even know what I wanted myself, so I hid myself away by asking them instead.

“I guess I just wanted to know where we stand so none of us… none of us get hurt again.”

Noah was the first one who spoke up, staring intently at the contents of his glass as he talked. “I don’t think I have the capacity to commit to anything at the moment. I know my last relationship has been over for more than a year but I’m me and that’s what ruined it all last time and I don’t want to subject that to anyone.” Oli almost started to protest next to me, obviously not agreeing with Noah’s words, but my hand on his thigh calmed him down immediately. “I like being with you. And I like having fun with you. If we can agree on that.”

I wanted to tell him no. I wanted to tell him he didn’t get to hold my hand and care for me and be so sweet and then ask of me not to demand more. I wanted to push back on everything he had said, tell him that it was all bullshit and that he could be capable of so much more and did he really think we couldn’t see he wanted that?

But I didn’t.

Because I was a coward and I was selfish and I didn’t want to think about what all of this could mean for future me. I simply wanted Noah in any way he would allow me to have him, I’d take the crumbs if it was all on offer, even if it hurt. Because it was still better than not getting to have him at all, having to refrain from touching him, from kissing him. I simply wasn’t sure I could do it.

Oli coughed next to me. How long had we been silent after Noah’s words?

“Well, you know me,” Oli said in what I assumed was supposed to be a joking tone of voice. “Sucks as a boyfriend but always up for some fun.”

He bumped his knee into mine and then apparently kicked his foot against Noah’s, who gave him a bit of smile, but still seemed a little unsettled. Maybe because he’d just bared a bit of his soul, maybe because he was still unsure of how this would continue.

I put him out of his misery. Him and Oli both, probably. Grabbing one of Oli’s hands on the table and the reaching for Noah’s as well, who only just managed to pry it away from his cold glass, sending a shiver down my spine at the difference of temperature, I hoped I would seem genuine.

“Perfect,” I lied. “A bit of fun it is.”

•••

Noah wrapped me up in his arms as the three of us walked back to the hotel and I was torn between wanting to push him away because this was not the definition of fun we had agreed on and melting further into his embrace until it made it almost impossible to move just to have him close. Still, I allowed it.

We didn’t speak until we got back and then we ended up awkwardly lingering in the hallway in front of my room, as if all of us had an idea of what we wanted to do but none of us wanted to say it out loud.

“Do you want to come in for a moment? I have a present and- not like that, Oli, stop smirking. It’s stupid, it’s just something I picked up earlier today.”

They followed be into my room eagerly, even as I protested again that it was an actual present and not me in lingerie. It seemed to finally convince them when I started rummaging through my bag. A pair of hands was at my shoulders, shrugging my coat off me, and when I turned around and watched Noah put it on the coat rack next to theirs, their shoes taken off and tidily put underneath, my heart ached a bit for how domestic this scene was.

“This is pretty silly,” I admitted as I grabbed what I was looking for and sat down on the foot of the bed. “It's just because I overheard someone of the crew jokingly call us the Powerpuff Girls the other day and then I saw these keychain earlier and…”

I handed both of them their respective gifts, watching as their faces changed from confusion to utter amusement, both of them studying their new keychains.

“Buttercup,” Oli read out loud. “Personality ingredient: spice. Loves to get dirty, fights hard and plays rough. Does not plan and is all action.”

Noah had been trying desperately to hold in his laughter but towards the end of the description, both of us were a giggling mess.

“Yeah, you're laughing!” Oli complained. “Let's see what yours says!”

“Bubbles,” Noah announced when he had mostly gotten his voice under control. Oli barked out a laugh. “Personality ingredient: sugar. Seen as very kind and sweet but is also capable of extreme rage and can fight monsters just as well as her sisters can.”

Oli was still snickering to himself when NoahI grabbed onto the keychain I still had in my hand, eyes flying towards the description label. “Blossom. Personality ingredient: everything nice. Most level-headed and composed member of the group. Strong and determined. Exceptional leader, master strategist, apt planner.”

“Is that what you are?” Oli teased good-naturedly. “A strategist playing us like pawns?”

He didn't give me the chance to protest before he had pushed me back, climbing onto my now lying frame, a dangerous glint in his eye as he dragged me upwards, further onto the bed.

“Noo, not my boots on the blanket!”

Noah's hands were on my calves, carefully pulling down the zipper, taking the boots off, all the while caressing the flesh through the thin tights covering it. I was taken aback and thrown for a loop at the insane difference between Noah's soft hands and Oli's dominating nature.

“See?” I told Oli. “This is why you're spice and he's sugar!”

“And Miss ‘Everything Nice’ likes to have a bit of both, doesn't she?”

He wanted to kiss me, badly, I could see it on his eyes and in the way they flickered down to my lips, but he wasn't going to get away with having the upper hand again. With a rough push, I had turned us around, Oli now on his back as I climbed onto his middle. I knew fully well I had only managed this through the element of surprise - Oli would overpower me easily if he tried. Turning around a little, I waved Noah closer, who willingly climbed onto the mattress next to us.

So, instead of giving Oli what he wanted, I pulled Noah in for a searing kiss, all my anger about our situation, about him being the sweetest person that constantly led me to believe there could be more pouring into every single one of my movements as I buried my hands in his hair. Oli groaned in frustration but didn’t try to intervene. Not even when one of Noah’s hands trailed down my body, feeling along my neck, my breasts, my stomach, and ended on Oli’s. I let myself enjoy Noah’s lips for a moment longer, my whole being constantly craving him. When I finally pulled back for a breather, I saw that his hand was lazily playing with Oli’s shirt.

I grasped onto the fabric as well, roughly pulling him up into a sitting position. Noah’s hand fellt into Oli’s lap. He didn’t do anything, but he didn’t move it away either. I quickly attached my lips to Oli, who sighed into the kiss with a softness I hadn’t expected. It made me slow down, take more care of what I was doing and where my hands were, stroking his chest and ignoring how lovely it felt.

I let him go when I wasn’t sure my heart would take it anymore. When I slid off his lap, I made sure to shuffle closer to Noah.

“Kiss him,” I whispered in his ear. “Kiss him like you mean it.”

Noah hesitated for a moment. I figured that Oli had taken the lead last time, simply taking what he wanted the way he usually did, and there had been a significant amount of alcohol involved. Now all of us were mostly sober. It all seemed that little bit more serious.

Still. Noah leaned in, one hand remaining in Oli’s lap as if forgotten about, the other gently cradling Oli’s neck. Oli looked… ethereal. Completely lost in the sensation, even though Noah had barely done anything. His mouth was falling open, ever so slightly, his eyes darkening. It felt sinful to watch. Then Noah’s lips were on his and both of them sighed into the kiss as if it was the first time. They looked divine together. No teasing, no battle of dominance, no jokes. Just pure…

Pure what? I wasn’t so sure. I wasn’t sure if it mattered either. All I knew was that sugar, spice and everything nice were bound to wreck my heart and I would take it all.

[peace-coast-island]

Diary of a Junebug

A light shower of spring rain for the sprigs of lavender lotuses and night sorrel

The Misty Range Woodlands is a planet, though many see it as a giant greenhouse - and they’re not wrong. It’s home to all kinds of rare and unusual plants that seem to only exist here, and so great care is taken to ensure that they remain as bountiful as ever.

Not surprisingly, it’s one of those places where you have to make reservations far in advance in order to visit. Thankfully, I have connections, so we got a good deal on one of their resorts thanks to the Epiphany since they’re here on a mission. What I didn’t expect was to also run into Jamie, Aislinn, and the Linnea squad, so that was nice. Jamie had been hoping to meet up with the Epiphany crew, especially since she hadn’t met Meiying and Hongxia in person yet.

As for why we’re all here, it’s to take a hands-on class on how to take care of lavender lotuses and night sorrel. Not too long ago, those two plants have been discovered outside of the Misty Range Woodlands, most which are native to those areas but were considered unknown until recently. And it turns out that there’s some growing near the camp, which is a pretty big deal.

Even if it wasn’t required, I still would’ve signed up for this class out of curiosity if someone suggested it to me. I think it’s fun to take random classes to learn something new without the pressure of having to be good or worry about grades - sometimes you’re just curious and want to try something out because it looks interesting.

Who knows, maybe you’ll find yourself enjoying the experience far more than you expected, which then leads you to wanting to take a deeper dive into it. That’s how I got into things like mechanical keyboard building, which I knew nothing about until I got one of my own and wanted to customize it after seeing a bunch of pretty and aesthetic pics on social media. Sometimes you just see something that looks pretty and you’re like I want that.

But really, making your workspace pretty while still functional helps a lot with your productivity. I mean, who wouldn’t want a nice looking desk that sparks joy when you look at it? Why must everything look so plain under the guise of professionalism? What’s wrong with having some color or design to show a bit of personality and make things a bit more visually interesting?

Maybe it’s just me, but having a mechanical keyboard makes me more motivated to get work done. They’re just so satisfying to type with, especially with the right key caps that look and sound nice - basically, it’s a sensory thing. A flat keyboard just doesn’t hit the same anymore.

Anyway, so learning about lavender lotuses and night sorrel’s kinda like that in terms of starting out with little to no knowledge about it, to now wanting to take a deep dive after learning a bit about the basics. I’m no plant expert by any means - I know a lot of people who deserve that title far more, though expert doesn’t begin to scratch the surface of their expertise - but I have picked up a lot of interesting tidbits over the years.

It helps to know someone who’s not only well versed, but also passionate about the subject. I find that they’re the ones who are more than happy to talk about it, teach about it, and just share their enthusiasm in general. Meiying and Nabil are two plant experts - though for very different reasons/fields - who easily fall into that category, so it’s no surprise that people often turn to them for advice.

In fact, Meiying was invited as a guest lecturer for this course since night sorrel - and moon sorrel, which is kinda related/under the same plant family - is native to Qiangshou. Both are used for its medicinal qualities related to improving sleep and reducing headaches induced by stress and anxiety. Along with having studied the plants extensively, Meiying also has firsthand experience on the medicinal effects. Over there, they use it in herbal teas, usually one whole sprig if taken before bed, or a handful of petals if taken for headaches.

Now that I think about it, I do remember seeing some night sorrel growing along the Crimson Maple River - she even pointed it out to us along with a million other unique plants that grow there. There were even a few sprigs hanging on one of the windows of her place, probably something they usually have on hand when needed.

So that was fun learning about, as well as a much needed break from an informative, though just as interesting, series of classes. Plus, Meiying’s good at explaining things as well as keeping the audience engaged, even when she sometimes goes off tangents, which I think adds to the charm.

Even though she never intended to be a lecturer, people back at home just assumed she’d be good at it because she knows so much about topics that most would consider niche - not to mention how clearly and thoroughly she explains things. Her first go at teaching a class kinda came out of nowhere - personal recommendations, one which happened to come from Hongxia’s sister-in-law.

What was the subject? Sex education. Because a lot of adults are lacking in that, which isn’t really surprising. Why Meiying specifically? Because she gets quite a few customers who are looking for some natural or herbal thing to increase their sex drive. Also, on the opposite end with people trying to suppress their sex drive, and maybe even induce abortions. Then there’s some who think they can treat STDs without having to see a doctor, probably because they’re ashamed and assume they can hide it.

Being an apothecary sure brings a lot of unusual cases, so it’s no wonder that Meiying picked up on a lot of different things. Although her official title’s an apothecary, people have referred to her as a detective, medical assistant, IT person, secretary, pharmacist, teacher, botanist, consultant, just to name a few. Still, even though she’s considered a jack of all trades, she considers herself first and foremost an apothecary, someone who just happens to be fascinated with medicine - not just in terms of treating an ailment, but also the process of making it and the pharmacology behind it.

Seeing Aislinn again was a nice surprise - same for the Linnea Squad too. Aislinn and Jamie are here to visit a friend and the Linnea Squad tagged along at almost the last minute. Basically, there’s shot going down with Linnea’s family, so Jamie’s taking them under her wing again until that drama dies down. Linnea already blocked at least 20 calls since we got here, which is a lot. Like, don’t they have anything better to do than to harass someone who’s not even involved?

She already made her stance clear by standing up against them and she absolutely doesn’t regret her decision. The other members - Florina, Nash, and Shirin - stood with her in solidarity, not just because she’s their leader, but because they had their own reasons for becoming disillusioned with the International Sanguine Watchdogs Army. Many have accused them of biting the hands that fed them, especially since they’re the reason why they’re still alive today, but that’s obviously their way of saving face.

In short, it’s a fucking mess that they’re lucky to get out of relatively unscathed, mainly because Linnea has one sympathetic family member who was willing to put their neck out for them. Linnea’s able to keep in contact with him, which is how she got the heads up about the current situation. She doesn’t know too much about the specifics other than it’s another one of those things that kept being swept under the rug until it piles up and now it’s blowing up in their faces. The older she got, the more she noticed that stuff like that was a regular occurrence, which is very problematic.

However, she did learn something that might be a bit of hopeful news from her adoptive brother Lauge regarding someone the squad assumed was dead. The squad broke ties with the International Sanguine Watchdogs Army for various reasons, and the annihilation - yes, that’s the word they used - of their comrade Altti’s squad along with countless others proved to be the last straw. Linnea and Altti were assigned to work together on an ill fated mission, resulting in him being the only survivor of a failed retreat.

The Linnea Squad barely escaped themselves, and Altti would’ve been killed too if Jet hadn’t insisted on saving him. By then, Linnea and Florina had grown fed up with the higher ups and their questionable decisions. Sure, things can get unpredictable and go from 0 to 100 in the blink of an eye, but straight up sacrificing your own people just to send a message and then playing them up to be martyrs is taking things way too far.

Like, damn, it’s basically an extreme case of if I can’t have this, then no one can. It’s like someone throwing a fit when they lose a game, except instead of flipping the game board, they just bombed the hell out of it. Then they declare it a victory because everyone’s dead, therefore, no one can object. No wonder Linnea and the others bailed out - I too would be like fuck this shit, I’m out, bye.

So for a time, Altti accompanied the Linnea Squad. He initially butted heads with them, mainly because he was older and wasn’t too happy with having to work with a bunch of kids, especially two who technically outranked him. Jet was the one who managed to get him and his squad to cooperate and see them as equals. When the higher ups brushed the tragedy aside like some cold statistic, the Linnea Squad stood in solidarity with Altti when he protested against their indifference. They didn’t expect a domino effect to follow afterwards, though they now know that it was bound to happen eventually.

Then in the span of a few weeks, the Linnea Squad lost three comrades - Altti, Jet, and Gabe. However, Altti didn’t walk out like the other two, and his status remains unknown, but presumed dead. Linnea was warned by her brother that the Sanguine Watchdogs was planning to seize the entire Sanguine Jurisdiction, which meant that the squad had to flee the country if they want to survive. For context, the main city is right in the center, so the closest border is about a 6 hour drive - even longer and more treacherous when you’re most likely traveling on foot most of the time, as well as trying to evade the military.

They were almost at the border when disaster struck, forcing the squad to split up in order to improve their chances of escaping. Linnea and Florina went north, Jet and Gabe east, Altti, Nash, and Shirin west. The westbound group was caught in a crossfire when riots broke out in the surrounding cities, forcing the higher ups to resort to extreme measures similar to what happened with Altti’s squad.

Nash and Shirin got separated and they barely escaped thanks to a civilian who was believed to be the last person who saw Altti before he disappeared in the chaos. As the riots escalated, the guys realized they had to make a difficult decision with Nash insisting that they not leave until they find Altti because it’s what Jet would have done while Shirin felt that they were wasting valuable time, even if he agreed that it wouldn’t be right to leave without him.

In the end, Lauge came in and practically dragged them out of the city despite their protests. He managed to reunite the rest of the squad at the border of Sanguine. Despite the risks, he wanted to see them off since it’ll probably be the last time he’ll ever see them face to face. Of course, the Linnea Squad was reluctant to leave when one of them’s missing, but Lauge told them that there was no turning back. If they refuse, their days will be numbered - no exaggeration, this is what happens when you live in a war zone.

Linnea had no choice but to do as he said, though she made him promise to do whatever he can to find Altti and help him out in any way he can. She says Lauge always keeps his word, which is why he’s the only family member she can trust at this point. A lot of people went missing and are presumed dead, so there’s a high chance that Altti is one of them, as much as she hates to admit it. Even so, he and all the other victims deserved better than to just be some ��unfortunate casualty”, a term the army likes to throw around that Linnea’s grown to despise.

So there is finally a bit of hopeful intel coming from Lauge that suggests Altti survived the riots. He had heard some rumors here and there, but it wasn’t until recently when he came across concrete evidence that finally settled that matter. It’s still not much to go on since Altti’s current status remains unknown, but at least they now know that he escaped the riots and retreated south. Lauge plans to search the areas where he might have gone and hopefully uncover more information.

While the squad remains realistic, they really hope that they’ll be able to reunite with Altti. It’s bad enough having Jet and Gabe walk out on them - and that whole thing is just a mess. All Florina can say is that it’s for the best if they keep out of each other’s way, though they can’t keep that up forever. They agree that Jet means well, but he often fails to consider the bigger picture, which they fear will lead to his downfall. It’s still a bit of a sensitive subject for Linnea, but sooner or later, she and Jet will have to face each other and work things out.

The classes have provided a welcome distraction for the Linnea Squad - good thing there were enough open spots to squeeze them in. Nash isn’t certain, but he’s pretty sure he’s seen night sorrel in his hometown, or maybe it was moon sorrel, which looks similar. Meiying and the instructors don’t think he’s mistaken since both flowers have distinctive colors - shades of blue and purple, kinda like a galaxy. Yeah, that’s something that would leave an impression. Even though Nash’s hometown is in ruins and likely occupied by the Sanguine Watchdogs, it’s likely that there might be some night or moon sorrel growing in the ruins, so it’s worth looking into. Looks like getting into the class was meant to be.

Then there’s lavender lotuses, which are native to the Misty Range Woodlands. So far, there’s no known sightings of them outside of the planet. They have many uses - potions, perfumes, vitamin supplements, kombucha, and soups. Along with being a good source of vitamin C, they also help relieve stomachaches and reduce anxiety. While lavender lotus products are relatively common in these parts, they’re pretty much unknown outside of the Arrowroot Orbit - meaning, places like planet Earth. So they’re using this course to introduce the outside world to this otherworldly flower that’s basically their version of a dandelion.

Even though there’s a lot to learn about night sorrel and lavender lotuses, I don’t feel that overwhelmed. I mean, it’s a lot of information, though the hands-on stuff and Meiying’s interlude kept things engaging while also breaking up the monotony of just sitting through a bunch of lectures and video modules.

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[anglbrkr]

since you asked and im interested.... cockwarming father james in a confessional ;))

aww yeah

CW: yeah ok so not cockwarming anymore, i got too into it and now its just stealth sex, amab genitalia

longer than 1k

no typos exist in this work

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[N]’s jaw slackens, twitching as he slowly lowers himself onto the priest's cock, his tight ring quivering around it like a velvet glove that wants nothing more than to be filled. His head rolls back against James' shoulder, exposing his euphoria-filled face while his hips buck up into the air in eagerness; gasping softly between each thrust upward, tongue flickering out to wet his lips again before they flutter shut and swallow them once more. It's almost enough to make [N] want to do something other than sit passively atop the gorgeous prick pumping inside of him—he's not entirely sure about doing it in such a place... But then those fingers slide from beneath his chin down his chest, wrapping themselves around his left nipple and tugging gently on it. And so instead of moving aside, or doing anything really except watching the hand squeeze that sensitive little nubbin hard enough to nearly break off, he decides just to give in and enjoy the feeling of being used...

The confessional is small and cramped, and it seems like even his breath echoes throughout it all, but Father James is eager to suggest they do it in here, "We can't get caught this way, no one will come in.." The priest whispers hoarsely as his hands reach for [N]'s hips, gripping tightly and lifting the younger male's ass upwards slightly, sliding his dick deeper within the warm depths until [N] is snug on his lap. James smirks at [N] who moans deeply and shivers excitedly under the older man, his eyelids growing heavy as his arousal grows, heat pooling low in his belly and spreading throughout his entire lower half; his breaths growing louder and heavier in tandem with his heart pounding loudly in his ears.

"Father..." [N] whines lightly, trying to keep his voice hushed though it feels far too loud in his own mind. In fact, he'd swear someone could hear what they were doing right outside these walls, even with the door firmly locked behind him.

But James doesn't seem bothered by any sort of sound pollution whatsoever, rocking his cock upward, eliciting another moan from [N]'s throat, only serving to excite the young man further. His nerves are stretched taut and exposed, his body craving more of everything - touch, taste, feel, smell; all of it. Everything but words, because they never did much for either of them anyway.

"Sshh, my lamb," the older man murmurs soothingly, thumb trailing over [N]'s cheekbone, down along his neck to his collar bone where his hand curls protectively around it. "I've got you." He pauses, sucking on the shell of [N]'s earlobe tenderly and moaning.

"What if people hear," [N] whispers, unable to turn and meet the priest's eyes, afraid that if he does, he'll lose himself completely. Instead, he focuses wholly on the throbbing pulse hidden inside his walls, or the shallow hitch of the man's breathing across his shoulder. He tenses and untenses around the older man's shaft, and it's painfully obvious he's enjoying it, every inch of [N] tightening around the thick flesh, making him groan hotly, burying his nose in [N]'s neck, inhaling sharply. "What if they see?" he adds, desperate to ask, but unsure how.

James hums lowly, nipping the side of [N]'s jaw and squeezing his hip tighter against him, "We won't let anyone know," he promises quietly. His fingers curl, digging into [N]'s skin to hold him still as he fucks him steadily, dragging out slow, shallow strokes that tease and push, enticing [N] higher and higher towards release.

His nails scrape lightly against [N]'s skin, leaving indents that only serve to drive [N] wilder. The heat building inside of [N] reaches unbearable levels, and he leans heavily into James' embrace, shuddering faintly as his orgasm begins to boil inside of him, beginning with the quickening beat of his heart and blossoming outward, curling its way up his spine and spilling forth from his mouth.

It's a quiet cry, barely audible through clenched teeth, but the pleasure proves to be too much. An open-mouthed, trembling sound of need escapes his throat and makes his muscles tighten impossibly more, sending tremors of bliss rolling through his frame. Every nerve ending is alive with sensation, every movement of James' long slender fingers pleasurable, and the deep rumblings vibrating in his stomach only heighten the intensity of it all.

[N] trembles, weak-kneed and panting, straining his neck forward, offering his lips to James. The priest kisses him, his hand beginning to steadily jerk the young man's previously ignored cock, the added motion speeding the climax. It erupts hotly in a few seconds, filling the confessional, and prompting [N] to press his hands over his mouth, muffling his cries of satisfaction. A hot flush spreads over him and his knees buckle, knocking his legs together and forcing him flat upon the floorboards beneath them, moaning breathlessly and hunching over, resting his forehead on the cool wooden panel that separates them from the other room, letting his hips rise and fall lazily with each labored breath.

After several minutes, [N] finally relaxes, snuggling close to James and sighing contentedly.

"You're still so hard," he manages to whisper, feeling the older man's cock pulse inside him, not quite wanting it to leave, enjoying the feeling of James so deep inside him.

With a grin, James caresses [N]'s bare thighs. The younger man is bare before him, his clothing neatly under the bench, while James sweats underneath his cassock, the hem of the long garment pushed back, allowing his length to impale the young man. "Just you sitting on my cock is enough, my child," the older man replies softly, smiling down at [N] and pressing his lips to the younger man's. Their tongues dance together as they kiss, sloppily at first but soon becoming rougher, hungrier; loving, and passionate.

The sound of the confessional next to them opening interrupts their kiss. They both freeze, startled, looking over at the entrance, and listening closely. With a gasp, [N] goes to lift himself off of James' lap, only to be met the priest's arm bringing him down, his other hand covering the young man's mouth.

Their heartbeats echo throughout the booth, not even accompanied by their breaths, [N] biting his lip nervously as he tries desperately to stop his heartbeat from beating wildly and betraying him to whoever may have entered the confessional. After a moment of silence, James removes his hand from the other's mouth, turning to look at the wall separating him from his neighbor. For just a split second, [N] sees a panic flash in the older man's eyes, but it fades quickly; replaced by determination and resolve.

"Do not worry about me, my pet," he murmurs softly, running his fingertips across [N]'s cheekbones before cupping his chin gently, tilting his head back toward him. "Let's continue with discretion, yes? If we move very quietly, perhaps you will even be able to help finish me off."

[N] swallows audibly, nodding wordlessly at the suggestion. This had better work, he thinks frantically. Otherwise, God only knows how many parishioners might find out what happened here...

He lifts his hips and James sighs, his forehead laying in the crook of his neck and shoulders, whispering softly into his ear, "If I promise to reward your obedience, will you obey, my sweet?" James asks in a deep sultry tone.

[N] hesitates for just a moment longer, but it isn't fear that holds him back anymore; it's excitement. He nods once, determinedly and without reservation. And thus, with a gentle shift of weight to lower himself, [N] rocks against James, easing his tip back into his welcoming warmth; meeting him halfway so that when he lowers himself fully he doesn't bottom out immediately; gliding back and forth across the full length of his member until it finds purchase inside the older man, sliding easily past his prostate and settling in place. There's a brief pause, and James chuckles softly, shifting just a bit to angle his hips upward and take most of [N]'s weight upon his erection.

The priest softly ruts against him possessively, gritting his teeth as he moves, moving slowly as possible, knowing that it wouldn't go unnoticed for long should they make any noise. But neither cares. The simple act of being buried so intimately against each other fills them both with desire, leaving them consumed by animalistic instincts; primal urges bubbling up in their chests that cannot be denied or suppressed. The mere thought of anyone finding them here sends him into a frenzy, which causes him to rock harder than he'd intended to, jerking slightly against him; eliciting a soft gasp from the younger male.

"Sorry," James pants, kissing [N]'s shoulder and stroking his hair soothingly as he works his hips. "I'm sorry...don't stop." His fingers slide down [N]'s face, tracing the curve of his neck as they travel downward, and then wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. "Don't stop..." he repeats huskily, licking [N]'s neck suggestively before nibbling on the sensitive spot behind his ear. "Please don't stop..."

A small whimper slips free of [N]'s chest and James moans deeply at the sound, humping upwards inside him, grinding their pelvises together roughly, relishing the tightness he feels within [N]'s channel gripping him tightly.

The confessional beside them creeks open once more, but now, it's clear that the person is intent on coming in. Dread rises within [N], his breath catching in his throat and causing a tremor to roll through his core; reminding him all too vividly of why they were doing this in the first place.

"Forgive me, Father," a voice rasps in the booth beside them, "For I have sinned."

[N] can hear James gulp behind him, and feel the older man's heartbeat against his back. He bites his lip again, trying to keep his own heart rate steady, though he doesn't manage it all too well. It's easy to forget about such things when you've been swept away by the sensations coursing through your body, but the knowledge of who was approaching them brought everything back into focus.

"What sins do you confess to me?" James asks calmly, moving his hands to rest on the young man's sides.

There's a long pause, during which [N] tries vainly to remain calm even though his brain has completely short-circuited. Finally, the voice answers.

"Well, last week I got caught up in some trouble with some friends," the speaker says slowly, obviously nervous. "And uhm- -well, um-"

James nods, clearly listening, yet his cock pulsates deep inside [N], making the other male squirm uncomfortably beneath him. "Go ahead," the older man encourages after a couple of minutes, rubbing circles along [N]'s thigh. "Tell me what happened."

"We, we were just trying to have fun, and went into this abandoned building, uh..." They pause, as if gathering their courage, then continue on hesitantly, "... and there weren't any lights. We didn't really think anything would happen. It seemed like nothing bad could come out of it, right? Just fooling around."

James hums softly, continuing to run his palms up and down the young man's back absently as he listens attentively.

"But we started messing about anyway," they continue, sounding embarrassed, "and vandalized a bunch of things.. and broke a lot of stuff because it was empty."

The confessioner sound hesitant, unsure, and James merely strokes [N]'s back reassuringly, encouragingly. Slowly, he ruts his hips upward into [N], rocking his member just enough that the heat between them becomes evident.

"And the authorities got involved, and we ran," the anonymous person finishes. "It's not the full story, I don't know what anyone would think if it was the full story... but I just.. need to tell someone. Please forgive us, forgive me.."

"My child, please," James whispers quietly into [N]'s ear, yet loud enough to be picked up from the , rolling his hips faster against him. "Your guilt is only proof that you lack sins." His eyes droop, licking his lips as he hears [N] begin to pant, pleasure beginning to build within them both as he humps against [N] softly, unable to resist pushing harder against the younger male's constricting walls. "God forgives those who are repentant," he mutters lowly, kissing [N]'s temple tenderly. "Are you repentant?" He asks in return, his words spoken almost reverentially. "Have you truly repented?" He growls hotly as he begins to rut into [N] harder, needing something, demanding more satisfaction. He needs the boy beneath him to moan with blissful abandon and let go of all inhibitions and worries. To give in to the pure sensation. He wants [N] to be filled with ecstasy and lose himself in their connection so badly he aches for it, begging silently for forgiveness.

"... Father, are you okay? You're breathing hard." The voice on the other side notes, quiet, like they want to take the comment back. Instead of fear, hot arousal fills [N] as he hears the priest's arousal be noted. When he looks up, he catches sight of James' eyes burning into him intently, unblinking and focused solely upon him as the older man thrusts steadily. Pride fills him because it's him who's making James react like this, lose his self-control.

His vision blurring with pleasure, "Y-Yes..."James whimpers softly and kisses [N] fiercely, softly moaning into his mouth as he continues to grind against him with increasing urgency.

"Are you sure..?"

[N] rubs the head of his cock, his thumb grazing his slit and rubbing lightly over it. He gasps softly, pressing his thighs tighter together around his shaft, the friction of his hand sending shivers throughout his entire frame. His breathing quickens further still as he does this, the slow movements of his hips causing his erection to swell impossibly larger within his trousers. With shaky breaths, he keeps rubbing, wanting to prolong the feeling just a little while longer, hoping to delay the release. James nods at the confessioners question, forgetting for a second that he can't be seen.

"Y-yes, my child, everything is perfect," he licks his lips, watching [N] pleasure himself, "it's perfect..." His grip tightens briefly upon his hip as he watches [N] squeeze his sac, tugging at his testicles with delicate motions of his fist. A pleased smile forms on James' lips at the sight; knowing exactly what he's going to do next.

[N] groans low, arching his spine forward slightly as his palm slides across his slicken flesh.

"O-oh God..." He breathes hoarsely, biting his lip as he rolls his sac teasingly between his fingers, coaxing another moan from deep within him. His hips shake gently, matching the rhythm of his motion to the pressure of his hands upon his dick as it teases and taunts him with its touch.

"Father..?" the voice sounds concerned, and [N] glances towards the doorway, surprised that the person hasn't left already. Hesitant curiosity warms his cheeks faintly as he returns his attention to his pleasure, squeezing around the priest's thick member until he moans, a harsh sound escaping his mouth that makes him blush furiously.

"You may leave now," James murmurs, his eyes fixed on [N] as he pushes deeper inside the young man, filling him fully. "Thank you for your confession." The doors on the other side creek, and the person's step hurriedly fades out of earshot as they exit. They don't even wait.

[beevean]

Random thought, about yet another failure of Netflixvania """adapting""" the storyline of the Devil Forgemasters.

I never cared for N!Isaac blaming N!Hector for the fall of Castlevania and setting himself on a revenge quest, for multiple reasons.

One, S2 went out of its way to tell us that the two never gave a shit about each other, while in game canon it's a bit more ambiguous but you can tell the relationship was more personal (in PtR the two are friendly enough, in the MF manga Isaac had his whole inferiority complex going on that made him see Hector as his rival).

Two, Isaac lost much more than N!Isaac did: sure, N!Isaac was sent to the Sahara desert because Dracula was a prick, but Isaac deadass saw his home crumble, and his master along with him (N!Isaac never had the confirmation), he was gravely injured, and in the PtR version he even temporarily lost his powers. He has all the reasons in the world to despise Hector.

Three, and this is the one I can finally put into words: I said in my thoughts about S3 that my reaction to N!Isaac blaming N!Hector was "get in line, everyone hates him now", but it's deeper than that.

Rosaly's death is Hector's whole motivation in CoD, so her tragic ending is not a surprise. And yet, it still hurts, because both mangas succeed in showing us just how happy Hector was with her:

So when Isaac comes and fucks shit up, it hurts. You don't want that moment to come, but you know it has to, and it's poignant, because Hector was happy and he deserved that goddamnit

But in Netflixvania? N!Hector is jailed, enslaved, beaten up, humiliated, tricked, dehumanized. Why should I be worried if N!Isaac manages in his mission? At this point he would have just put N!Hector out of his misery. Should I root for him? In fact, it's not even about N!Hector anymore, it's all about N!Isaac, and his quest to stop being a misanthtrope, and his misadventures (?) with humans.

The two have zero relationship. S4E6 wants us to be happy that the two became friends, and that one episode became N!Isaactor ship fuel, but I don't see anything. They are two islands, one about his own supposed character development, the other about torture porn. A far cry from how intertwined the real Hector and Isaac are, and their own cycle of hurt.

[animalstamp]

It finally has happened. It's something that comes to everyone that lives. Melli knew this. But just because Melli knew something didn’t mean that he had to like it. After all, just because Ingo was stronger than him didn’t mean that he liked it. Just because Galaxy Team was part of these lands now didn't mean that he had to like it. Knowing things and liking them are two very different thoughts.

Melli had been attacked by a Pokémon. He wasn’t mad about it. That would be pointless to do so. It was Melli after all, that was where he wasn’t supposed to be. It was him that ran into the Crobat and startled it. Normally the deep resonance of its cries would be enough to guide Melli away from it but this time it had been quiet. Sleeping most likely. He was the one that made what should have been a short trip to the Mirelands into a long one and he was the one that left his sick little Skuntank to be guarded by the other two Pokémon. Not that they would have done any good against the alpha.

Melli let in a shaky breath. It hurt. He was surprised the Pokémon didn’t stay and finish the job. Guess it wasn’t hungry. Another wet cough made Melli wish that it would come back and finish what it started.

It was so cold in the caves at this time of night. The pain that had griped Melli was steadily replaced with the bitter cold. He hopes that his Pokémon will do okay…And Adaman. Melli knows that they weren’t as close as they used to be, but he still wishes him well. His heart hurts at the thought. It was the only thing left that he could feel.

His thoughts wandered to the rest of his clan and what warmth that he had felt at thinking about Adaman fled from him. The rest of the Diamond Clan would probably be happy. Melli was never good enough for them. He had tried so hard to feel like he was worth something to them but even as a warden they would withhold any praise. They used to pity him, then they forgot about him and then they hated him. And now he was dying, and he still wouldn’t be great in their eyes.

There was a saying that a man should think of home in death, Melli knows that the point is that the thought of home would bring the dying man comfort…

It only made Melli feel bitter.

Chapter 1

Who You Are

Melli opens his eyes in the darkness of the cave. His ears catch the gentle melody of water flowing and the haunting cries of Pokémon near and far. The warden runs his hands along the cold earthen floor. He was confused. Why? Where?

His mind was slow and sluggish in giving him any answers but where he was now was safe. How was he so sure? No telling but he didn’t need to rush to any answers right now.

A deep breath in brings with it a scent of something coppery. It made him a bit hungry. Meat? His stomach agreed but some part of his mind seemed to jump in alarm. Melli takes a deeper breath to try and pin down the smell.

Blood.

Frowning Melli was a little more awake now. He forces himself onto his forearms and blinked thru the darkness. Not that he should expect to see anything. The torches had gone out and for once Melli didn’t have anything to do with it. Ingo just hadn’t been around to light them in the first place. Despite the apparent darkness Melli’s eyes started to come into focus.

Hm yes…That was blood. Had he thought he was safe earlier? He definitely didn’t anymore. Disoriented Melli wobbles to his feet. He had to get out of here.

Melli manages to take a step before tripping over something and crashing back to the ground. His nose smacks into the fall and Melli yowls in pain.

“Fuck!”

Getting back up Melli glared down at the object that dared trip the Great Melli. His blood went cold as ice at the sight of his own mangled body. The navy blue of his clothes couldn’t even disguise the stains of blood and gashes.

Melli couldn’t even manage a scream. He could only gap at what he knew was his own dead body laying cold and still on the ground. But how could that be so when Melli is also standing right here to look at said dead body?

With shaking hands, the warden reaches down to his body but before he could touch the torn fabric of his clothes he notices his hands. Or what should be his hands. A tremor shook his body as he lefts his other hand in front of himself or claws more like.

His breaths started to come out in harsh bursts that fogged up his own vision. His heart pumped ice thru his veins. He was alive surely? His chest wouldn’t hurt so much if that wasn’t the case. But just as surely, he was dead. His body left broken right in front of him.

Ignoring his claws for now Melli rolls his corpse onto his back. Dialga above there was so much blood. Bile tried to rile in his mouth at the sight. He could remember the pain of the first strike when the Alpha Crobat recovered from being run into and slashed him with its attack. It had hit him square in the chest. The flash of red from his chest matched the red of the Alpha’s eyes and Melli knew that he wasn’t going to make it, but he had ran anyway. What else was he to do?

Die. That answer was very obvious to him now.

Melli stared as his mind tried to come up with something useful to do. He…Should probably leave…

Melli frowned at his own thoughts, and do what? Go where? Home? At that moment he remembered why he was down here in the first place. His Skuntank was sick, and he came down to get some medicine! His Pokémon were still expecting him, and the warden didn’t know how long he had been…lying here.

Refocused on his goal Melli looks back down at his old body. He ignored the bloody mess and looked for the bag of medicine that he needed to hopefully cure his closest companion’s ailment. Somehow, even while being murdered he had managed to keep the medicine in his grip. Melli cringed as he had to pry the bag out of his corpse’s cold and stiff hands. Now Melli was understanding why they called it a death grip.

He had what he needed now. He didn’t have any reason to stay in the cave that killed him but the thought of leaving his body there kept his feet planted in the spot. He didn’t want to leave his corpse to either traumatize some poor traveler or worst, be eaten by some other Pokémon.

Melli tried not to look too closely at his corpse as he starts to pick it up. It was stiff as a rock and cold as ice. There was no warmth to be found anywhere here. He only had a minute moment of wonder at how light his old body felt in his arms. It might be because of all the blood that he lost.

Melli left the cave without encountering another Pokémon. He knew that they were there, he could hear them quite clearly, but it seemed they were going out of their way to avoid him. He shouldn’t be surprised really. He was already dead. There was nothing else the world could take from him now.

The bitter feeling flooded his chest again like the bile that threatened him earlier. Even in death, Melli wasn’t good enough to be noticed. How long has he been out here to grow cold and for no one and nothing to find him?

Melli’s grip tensed before he forced himself to relax when he realized that his claws were digging into his corpse. It was already in such bad shape. There was no vanity left to save but his body was still in one piece, and he would like to keep it that way.

The moon hung heavy in the sky. The fullness made even the night seem bright to his eyes. The dead man tried to remember what moon phase it was when he came down the mountain. The moon looked full to him. Either he had lost a whole month, or it had only been a day. There was no way that his body would still be this fresh if it has been that long. It was a strange relief. If he moved fast, he could at least cure his Pokémon. That might be why he still lingered here.

The journey didn’t take long, and fatigue didn’t cling to his limps like it usually would when he would walk this far. Let alone with a whole dead weight that he was carrying. It was beautiful out. Melli could almost trick himself into thinking that he was out for a stroll to enjoy the night.

In a trance, he walked up the Highlands. Oh, what is his poor Lord to do without his warden? Could he still maybe keep his responsibilities even like this? He could touch physical things so there might still be some things he could still do for his Lord.

He wondered how long he might be able to do that before anyone came up here and realized that Melli was missing. A growl rumbled out of his chest as he knew that answer would be longer than it should be. No one came up to visit him unless they wanted something, and people would avoid him if they could help it. Since Ingo became warden here even his own clan members would defer to the outsider before him.

It only made it worst that the man he despised would probably be the only one that would notice his absence.

Melli set his corpse on the ground. His bad mood made him less gentle than he would have liked but truly what did it matter? He couldn’t feel it anyway.

Melli didn’t quite reach Moonview when he stopped. The thought of burying his body where others are expected to work didn’t feel right. Here would have to be good enough. Out of the way so others might not find what was left. Having claws made digging child’s play. He had a deep enough hole before the sun could start cutting the darkness of the night. The dead man places his corpse into the dirt only pausing long enough to remove his jewelry. The necklace was a gift from Adaman, Melli wasn’t ready to leave it and the bracelet would be given to whichever new warden that would take Melli’s place. It belonged to Lord Electrode and was one of the few bracelets that hasn’t been lost yet. It was still the original.

Melli suddenly overcame with a wave of grief covered his face with his dirty claws. The dead were supposed to be free from pain, but Melli couldn’t even have that. He couldn’t even enjoy oblivion; he had to stay here and lie witness to the pain that his death will cause the people he loved. The agony of knowing how little others will care. He was being punished. For what? Melli couldn’t begin to know. It seemed like he was being punished his whole life and now his death it seemed too.

His anguish made him scream. He howled to the moon that wasn’t there anymore. He prayed to the god that never gave him any mind. He cried for his mother that had passed so long ago that he couldn’t even remember her face. He wailed until his insides felt numb again. Then he buried his old self.

[dried-deep-sea]

Scrap # 12

I'm back with more scrap! I started writing this on the computer but ended up writing more by hand and the two, while similar, no longer align so it's into the bin with the computer stuff because i like it less and it's shorter.

miraculous

By the time Marinette realized what a mistake it was to leave without any clothes or even her backpack, she was standing in front of the fountain at the center of the Place De Vouges. Fat droplets of water splattering against the rippled surface that held a distorted reflection of the night sky. It had gotten dark while she was fighting with her mother. The street lamps covered everything in the dim yellow glow, making the creeping dark feel more dangerous. Maybe that's why she hugged her arms to her stomach. She had her phone, coin purse, and Tikki who was still fast asleep despite the turbulent day.

A quick assessment of the purse revealed a crumpled 5 Euro bill some change and three bus tokens. If she could get to the theater where Betterfly had been hiding she could keep out of the elements, at least for the night. If she was lucky she might run into the man himself, and then she could bash his self-righteous face in. At the very least she would have a roof, access to a bus to get to school, and an abandoned props workshop. Whether or not there was something useful left was the real question. Probably no machines, but everything else like the pins and needles, tape measurers, tailor's chalk, and maybe even shears if she was lucky.

Hand sewing was a bitch and a half, but if she kept it simple things should work out. She ducked into the nearest alleyway, hopping a fence to a private walk way meant for residents of the buildings surrounding her. A quick check confirmed no one was in the space with her, and a second revealed no one watching from their windows. She reached into her purse and pulled her sleeping companion from her pocket. The Kwami was still a bit blanched, but no longer seemed fragile. With a gentle poke she roused the sleeping creature, who blinked slowly before yawning.

"Sorry, I've got to go somewhere, its too far to walk and the buses aren't running anymore." She explained, hoping it and the apology were enough though she wasn't sure why she was apologizing in the first place. Tikki nodded slowly, rubbing her strange little hands over her eyes before she began to float. "Thank you Tikki."

The creature smiled at her before dipping it head, waiting for the command. In a flash of reddish light the two melded, emerging as Shadybug. Marinette caught her reflection in a puddle, startled at herself. Her hair was back in its spacebuns, only lacking its signature red stripe. She would have gazed for longer, but a light turned on the second floor. There was no time to linger here admiring herself in a dirty puddle, every second spent here was a second spent risking discovery. Flinging her yoyo into the sky she whisked herself away, leaping into the night.

It didn't take long to reach her destination, it never did while she was transformed. She entered through the busted hole left by the reckless furball the a few nights ago. Someone had boarded it up but it was easy to shift a few aside, she replaced them once she was through. It was dark inside, still dusty but it there was the smell of rust and damp in the air now. Probably from underground cavern, whose door was also broken.

There was certainly work to be done, but her fingers were itching to create. The room she was looking for was deeper in the building. Summoning a flashlight to her hand she ventured though the rows of decrepit velvet benches towards the other side of the vast space. Her finger trailed along the moldy wood, disgusted at how much crumbled away.

One set of double doors and a left turn later she was stood in the costume department. It was better than she had expected, there was a serger and two separate sewing machines in fixable condition. Everything else was only good enough to be salvaged for parts. What really blew her mind were the hundreds of bolts of fabric that had been left behind, possibly miles of luxurious satins and heavy patterned cloth carefully stowed away. Some were water damaged and others were a bit moldy or showed signs of rust stains but a vast majority were in mint condition.

Marinette let her transformation drop, catching Tikki in the air. Her small friend rubbed at her eyes again. "Sorry, thank you for helping." Tikki nodded, curling back up into a ball and falling asleep. She looked no worse for wear than she had before, it seemed the rest and food were doing their job. Marinette tucked the red bug back into her pocket.

She continued to rummage around, finding some slightly rusted shears and several ruined pincushions. But those had been the least of her worries. There were a few machines that could be salvaged to fix others but the needles on every single one were bent or rusted. Marinette ventured further back towards the back and was shocked to find an entire trove of costumes, props, and bolt after bolt of fabric. Everything back here was in a similar state as the rest of the building, mildew clung to everything that wasn't covered in plastic and she could already see telltale signs of moths eating through the garments. But it was better than nothing, hell this was better than what she had at home.

She let herself revel in her new trove of materials for a while, stroking the hems of pieces and admiring the precise stitch work. At some point she curled up in a pile of discarded fabric and fell asleep.

When she woke the next morning, her shoulders ached from the odd lumpy makeshift bed not to mention the bruises that now blossomed in deep purple all across her stomach and arms. Her phone was completely dead, of course, she mentally added a charger to the growing list of things she needed. The sun was well into the sky, given the light in the other room. For a moment Marinette entertained the idea of going to school late, but avoiding Chloe and Miss Bustier was too tempting. She wanted a smoke and some toast, which meant leaving. She grumbled to herself, standing up and dusting herself off.

Navigating back to the front was easier in the light of day, though it was still rather dim in the main theater. A quick assessment of the alleyway through the gaps in the planks was easy enough and luckily no one was there, nor was the street particularly busy. Carefully she shuffled the planks, stepped out into the light of day, and resealed the passage behind her. She joined the pedestrian traffic as seamlessly as she could, and before long she was on a bus to the south of town. Things go missing there all the time. While it meant plenty of police officers and enforcers watching the streets it also meant they were busy, leaving gaps in security.

It was nearly three thirty in the afternoon when she arrived. She carefully put her bus ticket into her purse, and the purse into her inner jacket pocket. Even if all she had was two bus tokens and a strange little bug in there she couldn't risk losing transportation home. Her phone went into the other inside pocket before the jacket was buttoned up.

She kept an eye out as she walked down the street, plenty of police wandering the streets. It wasn't until she caught sight of one she recognized did she start to panic. Officer Rodger Raincomprix was making his way across the street, his pale face was in a frown as he glowered at the other pedestrians, eyes sweeping slowly across the crowd as he made his way towards her.

Her eyes darted to the buildings, and upon spotting a bodega nearby, made her way inside as quickly as she could while avoiding detection. She paused for a moment near the windows, keeping her head down so her bangs fell across her face and peaking through the gaps. The man passed without so much as a glance into the store.

Marinette sighed with relief, adrenaline still coursing through her veins she snagged a travel sized baggie of trail mix off the shelf. She stuffed it into her pocket the moment she was in a blind spot, making her hand like she was setting the item back down just in case. There were no cameras, only a bored teenager and her manager to monitor the store.

She did this a few more times, gathering some candy which wasn't very helpful but it was something to put in her stomach. She had just crouched down to examine some refrigerated drinks when she felt and then saw someone lean against the door next to her.

"You are shit at this." They said. She risked a glance, eyes finding black leather boots, faded black skinny jeans with more holes than her own. The stranger was also wearing a black leather trench coat and a grey Yves Wrath shirt. She hated that fucking band. They weren't bad, per se, in fact for a cover band they were the best. But if she wanted to her those songs she was going to listen to the originals.

"At choosing a drink?" She said, praying that she hadn't been found out. The boy leaned in and she caught sight of a mullet with cyan tips.

"At stealing." He whispered quietly, inches away from her face. He had the gall to grin and look handsome while he did it. "Grab a drink." He said tilting his head towards the bottles of electrolyte drinks she had been deliberating.

"If I don't?" She asked, regretting it the moment she did as he straightened up and waved to the cashier.

"Excuse me miss?" He started, Marinette hissed, wrenching open the door and grabbing the cheapest one she could find. "Are there any promotions or sales today?"

The girl heaved a weary sigh, "All sales appear on yellow stickers, promotions in red, if you don't see either color there is nothing I can do about the price if you think its too much." She said robotically.

"Thank you!" The boy said before turning back to Marinette, speaking quietly once more. "That wasn't so hard was it?"

She didn't respond, glaring at his reflection in the glass.

"Just play it cool and follow my lead,"

[lvlybin]

18+ Thinking about sub!Taerae & sub!reader…

p in v sex, unprotected sex, dry humping, overstimulation

Taerae and you considered yourselves to be equals in your relationship. Which of course was a good thing. It was the baseline for what made your relationship so great. In certain instances, though, it proved to be a bit of a struggle.

Thinking about sub!Taerae and sub!reader who, when things start getting intense, there’s no one there to control the situation. You’re on his lap, mouth over his as you both whine needily into each other and when you begin pressing your core against his length, it’s over. With the way you begin grinding down on him, him feeling the outline of your pussy through your leggings, and how even with the barrier of clothing, your hole is weakly clenching. Taerae assumes that you’re going to be the one taking care of him. But with the way his hands latch onto your hips, encouraging your movements and how his tongue forces its way even deeper into your mouth (somehow), you think that he’ll be the one in charge.

Until it’s been a good couple minutes of dry humping and nothing has progressed. Between your legs is a wet, hot, sticky mess that’s borderline uncomfortable and with how hard he feels under his own pants, there’s no way that he’s not somewhat in pain. But you can’t stop because the pleasure overpowers everything else and suddenly you’re not even thinking about Taerae anymore. You’re just using his clothed dick for your pleasure because he’s not stopping you. Clit rubbing against the borderline gross material of your panties over the hardness of his tip, but you know he feels good too because somewhere you can distantly hear him whining out little, “Please please please”s. 

Taerae’s already so overwhelmed from all of the sensations of you that he can’t help but flip you both over, pulling your pants down just enough for your pussy to be exposed to him, a string of your wetness connecting to your panties as he tugs your leggings down. He’s apologizing, “‘M sorry, ‘m sorry, I just can’t wait anymore~”, but you don’t care that the rest of the foreplay is being ignored and you moan loudly as he begins pushing into you. Taerae’s taking advantage of the fact that he’s bigger than you, both of your heads are too fuzzy to think straight, and the minimal prep is painful, but all of it together is too good to care. It’s not like anyone is there to stop either of you anyway. 

You’re gripping onto his hair as he thrusts into you. There’s no rhythm or thought of your pleasure with his pace and how far his dick is hitting inside of you, but you’re clenching around him and whining out his name like a bitch in heat. Taerae doesn’t last long, holding your hips down as he prioritizes his orgasm, moaning loudly as he pushes himself into you and spurts long, white ropes of his cum along your walls. The warm feeling of his release inside of you has you bucking your hips up against his hands as he rides through his orgasm, and at his moment of weakness, your hands on his shoulders have him flipping over on the mattress so you’re on top. 

Disregarding Taerae’s oversensitivity, you begin bouncing on his dick, focusing on your pleasure. He’s practically crying, eyes squeezed shut and his hands are too weak to hold onto anything. All concepts of control are lost, it’s just two subs chasing their own pleasure and using the other’s body with little thought. 

By the end of it, both you and Taerae are an overstimulated, sticky mess, holding onto each other in an attempt to ground yourselves and stop the cycle that’s somehow been created. You’re both so tired and the slightest movement of his dick inside of you has you both whining in discomfort. But when the thought of aftercare and falling asleep even begins to creep into your mind, you feel Taerae twitch inside of you again. He’s muttering “I’m sorry” over and over again as he begins fucking you relentlessly again. You’re crying from the overstimulation. So is he. 

Your nerves are on fire and everything is wet, but you know this scenario is never going to happen again. Taerae, your loving boyfriend would never want to end up in this torturous pattern for the sake of hurting you. So, deep in your clouded mind, you’re enjoying every moment of this unrestricted pleasure you can :P

🧾 an a/n… zb1 anniversary tomorrow holy moly

[yuujilogy]

trouble (gojo satoru x reader)

REQUEST:  what do you think about fem reader and gojou sensei having a secret relationship like they’d be sneaking late at night to fuck or smth but they have to keep quiet or else the other students will hear esp with them thin ass walls

| PAIRINGS:  satoru gojo x fem!reader

| WARNINGS: smut, explicit, little bit of degradation, little bit of cum play, breeding kink if you squint, exhibitionism, rough, unportected (be safe), grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 2,745

A/N: OH FAWWK YEA  some gojo spice to make things more interesting!! kinda went off with this one bc c’mon, we all know gojo is freaky and sexy in bed 😳 anyway i hope this is what you expected !! enjoy !!  ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

Satoru pulled you inside of his room as soon as he opened the door after knocking just once. It was almost as if he couldn’t wait anymore, capturing your lips in a feral kiss as he pushed your back against the door to close it, you both moaning into each other’s mouth as his hand groped your ass to press you against him.

It’s not like you minded these kinds of escapades with rough sessions, where Satoru just threw you over the edge over and over again, showing his stamina off and fucking you stupid.

But right now, you were at the dorms of the Tokyo facility at midnight, where the other students and teacher were probably already sleeping soundly not that far from here. When he called you to this room, you thought he wouldn’t actually take the risk of taking you to bed, considering your relationship was still being kept a secret from your professional lives for two reasons: you were both teachers, and the heads above were just assholes who wouldn’t let Satoru−or you−hear the end of this.

Well, turns out this man is still full of surprises even after two years of dating, revealing at least one to you almost every day.

“S-Satoru…” you said between kisses, your hands flying to his hair that was already styled down due to the absence of his blindfold. He pulled away and looked down at you, smirking. Oh, he knew what was coming. “W-We are at the school right now, Gojo. What if they hear?” Your cheeks were already heating up, flustered by the surprising, wet kiss.

Satoru limited himself to let out a low laugh, his free hand caressing your cheek with slender cold fingers before travelling to the side of your neck. You could barely see the brightness of his blue eyes thanks to the moonlight coming through the windows.

“And what about it?” Satoru said indifferently, the hand previously on your ass making its way to your hip, too slowly it was sending chills down your spine. “You scared everyone will hear how I make this pussy mine the whole night?” his hand cupped your centre, making you jump and gasp. “I can already feel how wet you are just from some sloppy kissing, baby. I wonder if I could just slip my cock inside.”

God, you hated to admit it but he was so right. Satoru was always right and knew the right buttons to push at the right moment. You couldn’t help the grinding of your hips against his hand, already throbbing and clenching around nothing, in need of relief. Your hands grabbed the frame of his shoulders, moaning softly as you tried reaching for his lips once again. Yet he didn’t give you the chance to get what you wanted, pulling farther apart from your face. You complained with a huff, frowning, and he kissed your forehead.

“You’re so whiny tonight, baby. Better keep quiet.” He started making his way towards the bed with you, making you fall over your back, positioning himself on top of you. “Because I sure won’t hold back with you this time.”

With ease, he unbuttoned your jeans with one hand before pulling them down along with your panties. Both of his hands gripped your thighs, opening your legs to feel the chill weather hit your centre, feeling way too exposed. You were so sensitive already for some reason, you had to cover your mouth with your own hand when his fingers started rubbing your clit softly, your hips starting to move involuntarily trying to meet his movements.

You don’t know if it’s the fact you must stay quiet regardless of his sweet torture, or if it was the way he overpowered you so easily, but you were so turned on right now.

“So fucking wet already” Satoru groaned under his breath, more to himself than to you, the friction coming to a stop. Uncovering your hand to complain, you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan when two of his fingers entered your warm core. Talk about timing. The sting of being stretched open feeling so good, arching your back as you bit your lip harshly. He knew your body so well and the fact you liked a little bit of pain from time to time. He chuckled. “You’re such a wet mess, Y/N. This dirty pussy is swallowing my fingers so easily.” Satoru brought his face to the exposed skin in your neck to start sucking softly at your sweet spot behind your ear.

It was too much. The risk, Satoru’s fingers and demeanour, and just overall the situation. All of that was making you feel so aware and sensitive, making it harder to control your whimpers.

“F-Fuck, ‘toru. I need-“ your words were interrupted by his fingers increasing their pace and going deeper, hitting the perfect spot inside of you, and, before you could make another sound, Satoru kissed you roughly, swallowing every single noise. He could feel the way you were tightening around his fingers, letting out small cries, and smiled against your lips before pulling away with a string of saliva between you.

“You naughty slut,” his fingers left your insides, looking at his fingers covered with your slick and then back at you. “You thought you were going to cum with only two fingers, didn’t you?” he guided them towards your mouth, which you gladly accepted by sucking them, tasting yourself, without breaking eye contact with him. “Are you that desperate of letting everyone know who makes you feel this good?”

You could only nod, humming around his fingers with pleasure before releasing them with a pop, your lips coated with a mix of your juices and saliva. Gojo pulled away from your body to get rid of his shirt, unbuttoning his pants afterwards and pulling them down, his throbbing hard cock springing free. Your mouth salivated at the sight of him wrapping a hand around his shaft, pumping it a few times while staring at you.

Satoru totally loved this sight: you spread open for him, your tortured wet cunt in display waiting to be ravaged by him. Only him. Just the thought of it made him eager to finally be inside you, his thumb smearing the pre-cum over the tip of his cock as he bit his lip. God, he wanted to ruin you so badly.

“You’re so lucky I can’t wait to fuck you either” Satoru almost growled as he positioned himself again between your legs, his nails digging in the flesh of your legs to spread them further apart, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. You held back a whimper as your small hands rested against his stomach as he was entering you. “Let’s see how quiet you can be.”

And almost too easily, he slides inside of you with a steady pace, his long hand covering your mouth as he bottoms out with just one thrust. You instinctively want to put your legs together, but Satoru’s hands didn’t let you, his nails digging into your flesh. His long cock was rubbing exactly where it had to, your insides pulsating and clenching around him. The feeling of his hips connecting with yours in such rough manner was too much you couldn’t help the heat in the pit of your stomach from appearing, throwing your head back with a muffled sob before you could even stop it.

Fuck. Satoru could cum from this sight alone, watching you tremble around him as his free hand lifted your shirt to reveal your breasts, squeezing them as you tried your best to stop the moans from coming out. You were sinful. Fuck. Fuck.

“Look at you” He started circling his hips still inside you, rubbing your inside walls deliciously. “Fucking losin’ it over some cock” the way he was degrading you this night, in this exact place where anyone could hear was way more pleasurable than you would like to admit.

Satoru didn’t want to hold back anymore, pulling almost completely out before slamming back roughly, even pushing your body back due to the force of his next thrusts, quick and deep. If it wasn’t for his hand still covering your mouth, you were sure your loud moans would be joining the wet, slapping sounds filling the room. Satoru was actually being nice here, helping you stay quiet as he kept hitting your g-spot repeatedly as he growled lowly at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, knowing he went crazy whenever you did that.

Oh, but he wasn’t going to be nice anymore. His hands grabbed your waist tightly, leaving your mouth suddenly uncovered as you looked up to him through hooded eyes, mouth hanging open, drool starting to run down your chin as you gasped for air instead of making any sounds because, god, you were about to break at any point now. Satoru started controlling your movements, impaling you with his cock however he pleased with his own force, as if you were his fuck toy. You threw your head back, grabbing a pillow and biting it harshly because, lord, have mercy, you were about to scream if he kept fuck you so good.

“Yeah, just like that, baby” He was basically using your body as a toy to pleasure himself, looking down at the part you were connected to each other, biting his lip and letting out a sigh of pleasure as he continued his rough thrusts. The sight of his cock disappearing inside of you was so perfect, your juices coating every inch of himself; you were born to take his cock, nobody but him could pleasure you. “Mm, fuck, I’m making such a mess out of this sloppy cunt. You hearing that? So wet it’s almost pathetic.” Your mind was going blank at this point, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your legs started shaking around him as the pillow muffled all your cries of pleasure, feeling that familiar heat in your core.

You were close and Satoru knew it. He was fucking you stupid this early into the night and he could go for hours now that he was actually fired up. He wanted to make you struggle a little more, so he decided that throwing away the pillow you were holding onto with dear life was a good idea. Your eyes opened in surprise, no longer being able to hold your moans at the lowest volume, raising higher in tone as his thrusts went by. He wanted to hear you come apart, secretly wanting the rest of his colleagues to hear how you were falling apart in pleasure because of his ministrations to your pussy. One of Satoru’s hands flew to your cheeks, squeezing them roughly to make you look at him, his thrusts slowing down a notch, but still going deep.

“You wanna cum around my cock, baby?” He asked through heavy pants, a smirk never leaving his face as he watched you struggle to form even a word. You whimpered a little louder this time. “C’mon, say it. You can do it. Tell me how much you want me to fill you up.”

“P-Pleawse.. Nghh… Satoru m- Ahh!” You babbled non-sense through your moans, and you knew it, the pleasure being too much for you to handle right now, the grip in your face making it even harder to speak. God, you were actually pathetic, huh? All you needed to do was answer one single question and you would be seeing stars. But Gojo thought that was enough for this one time. Only this one time.

“Please, Satoru” He mocked, ridiculing you and releasing your face to grab your legs once again, spreading them open as you shook uncontrollably and continued with his fast pace. Tears started forming around the corners of your eyes due to the stimulation and how close you were to bursting, your walls pulsating around his cock so badly as he hit your cervix with every thrust. “You’re allowed to cum, baby, don’t hold back.”

And that was all you needed to throw you over the edge, head falling back with a silent sob once again as you squeezed the sheets into your fists. Satoru chuckled lowly, placing a finger over your mouth to remind you to stay quiet but you were far gone, still shaking for the still ongoing orgasm you were having. You bit Satoru’s finger subconsciously to avoid your whining getting louder. It seems he was also a sucker for pain as he was the one to let out a louder than before moan, bending over to get closer to your body, his face mere inches away from yours.

“F-Fuck, baby, I’m gonna fill you up so good.” The way you were squeezing around him was suffocating and the pain he was feeling from your biting was also bringing him closer to his release, his thrusts becoming sloppier and erratic as his free arm helped him for support when he grabbed your face again as you looked at each other. Everything else was a blur except for his cloudy eyes, foreheads pressing together as he kept groaning all the way through his release. You squeezed with the little force left in you, expecting to push him over already. “Ugh, yeah, just like that. Fuck, yes… Fuck, Y/N!”

He captured your lips into a sloppy kiss, muffling his own groans of pleasure as he stilled inside you, painting your walls white with every spurt as you felt him throb inside you, moaning against his mouth as he grinded against you. Satoru was cumming too much you started feeling it dripping out of you with the small movements of his hips. He pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily as you both were coming down from your highs, and smirked, caressing your cheek and pressing another kiss to your lips, softer this time.

“God, baby…” a low chuckle escaped him as he pulled away, pulling out from you as he saw his seed coming out of you. He felt himself throb again at the sight. “We made such a mess.” Satoru gathered some of his cum in his fingers and smearing it in the outside of your walls. You whined hoarsely as you watched him play with his own release with his fingers, his cock still hard for another round.

After all, he was a big fan of sloppy seconds.

“Well, whose fault is that?” You kicked him weakly with your feet, rolling your eyes in annoyance, even if your body was feeling numb. You enjoyed it, of course, but reality was hitting you like a truck right now. It almost seemed as if Satoru made it his goal to actually get you both caught. Oh, girl, if you knew. “You sure are dumb.”

“Oh, c’mon baby, don’t be so mean. There’s no way we were heard.” Satoru pouted, his whole demeanour changing quickly as if he didn’t just fuck you into oblivion a few seconds ago. He opened his mouth to say something else, but the sound of his phone inside of his forgotten jeans interrupted him. “Wait, someone is calling me.” He pressed a kiss in your forehead and stood up quickly, roaming through the room to find his phone to answer it. The light of the screen lighted up his features before bringing it to his ear. “Yeah, my dear director~?”

Oh, no.

“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about, hehe~” Satoru laughed sweetly, scratching the back of his head and sparing you a quick glance before a blush creeped up his face. You frowned. You knew the director Yaga wasn’t just calling to talk with your boyfriend at 1am on a Friday. Hell, he wouldn’t call Satoru at all if he could. “Haha! That’s funny because− What? Y/N?”

Oh, no, no. Please, no.

“I mean, yeah but− Yeah. Yeah, I understand” He let out a loud sigh, closing his eyes in frustration. You swore you could hear Yaga’s loud, angry voice all the way to where you were. “Right. Yeah. Goodbye.” Satoru hung up and gulped harshly when he felt your glare piercing through his thick head. He turned to look at you with a sweet but nervous smile, forgetting the fact he was still fully naked. You could almost see the cold sweat running down his face. “Teehee~, we are in trouble.”

You were actually going to kill him.

[five-rivers]

Three Twilights

Can be considered a loose sequel to Deep Sea Diver (same vibes).

Warnings: Soft body horror, Danny totally ignoring objectively horrifying things

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“I was thinking,” started Maddie over breakfast, “we could start observations of that island that came into view last week, the blue one.”

Danny shook his head. “You’ll have to use the Speeder, then,” he said. “I’ve got an errand to run.”

There was a pause as both of Danny’s parents looked at him, confused. He didn’t blame them. Danny rarely went out as a human anymore, and certainly not for anything like errands. Looking like he was still fourteen after all this time made doing anything even remotely official difficult.

But this wasn’t a human errand. “Yeah,” said Danny. “In the Ghost Zone. I’ve got to go to Three Twilights.”

“Where?” asked Jack.

“It’s, um, a city,” said Danny. “Well, three cities, I suppose, depending on how you want to group them. One Realm. On the shores of the Celestial Sea. I’m sure I’ve put it in your files.” Probably a direct copy from his files from before he came clean to them, but still. He stirred his cereal counterclockwise, letting his ice powers chill the milk.

“Yes,” said Maddie, “but there are a lot of places in there. I’m not sure we’ve had a chance to properly look at them all, much less memorize them.”

“Okay, yeah,” said Danny. “I guess that makes sense.”

“What kind of errand are you running, Danno?”

“I’m picking something up for a friend. A book,” he clarified. “They lent it to someone there, but they need it back.”

“A book,” said Maddie. “For the Library of Tongues?”

“No, they’ve got a contract service for overdue loans.”

“Contract service?” asked Jack.

“Yeah. Moonlighting bounty hunters mostly.”

“For a library?”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” said Danny, shrugging. “They’re really serious about their work.”

“If it isn’t for them, who is it for?” asked Maddie. “The princess? Wulf?” Wulf had actually been over a few times, and his parents had… Well, saying they got along would be an overstatement, they didn’t really have anything in common beyond ripping portals in the fabric of the universe, but everyone had been civil. “The boy at the school?”

“No,” said Danny. “Wulf would just get it himself.”

“Who, then?” pressed Maddie.

Danny put a spoonful of cereal in his mouth, delaying. Maddie hadn’t eaten anything since Danny had mentioned the errand. The errand was, in fact, for Clockwork. Danny was always more than happy to do anything for Clockwork. The older ghost had saved him too many times for him to be otherwise. But Jack and Maddie were wary of Clockwork. Danny didn’t get it, but talking about it hadn’t been productive so far.

He didn’t want to lie to his parents. Not ever again.

“It’s for Clockwork,” he said.

Ah, yes, there were those suspicious looks. The ones Danny could have interpreted even without being able to almost literally taste emotions.

“I see,” said Maddie.

“Anyway,” said Danny, quickly, “if I haven’t shown you Three Twilights yet, it’s really cool. I don’t want to take the full rig, but maybe the little ectocam would be okay? The one that I can clip on.”

“Why not the normal camera with an ectofilter?” asked Jack. “That has more features, and it’s easier for us to get data from.”

“Three Twilights. It’s dark there,” said Danny. “It might work in Civila, but not so much in Naŭtika and Astronomia, and I sort of want to go down to the beach and see if I can find any star pearls, and that’s really dark, so if you want to see anything properly, it’ll have to be the sonar setup, which I’m not doing, the noises that thing makes are offensive, or the ectocam.”

“And the Fenton Phones?” asked Maddie.

“Sure,” said Danny. “But I always bring those.”

“Yes,” said Maddie, after a moment. “You do.”

“Great. It’s settled, then.”

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Most of the journey to Three Twilights could be made by air. Or, rather, what passed for air in the Infinite Realms. But when the rocky edge of an island came into view, Danny touched down. Further in was a blue wood, and Danny walked under its inviting branches.

The atmosphere started sunny, summery. The leaves and needles of the trees were the color of a clear blue sky. But as he got deeper, the leaves were touched with sunset colors: golds, reds, oranges, purples, and pinks. They fell to the ground, crunching beneath Danny’s feet. The sunset grew longer, deeper. The leaves on the trees grew sparser, revealing patches of sky.

By the time only bare branches framed the sky, it was a dusky, dim, purple. A few lonely stars twinkled in the sky.

He passed out of the forest. The city of Civila rose above him. Windows glowed in the near dark like eyes.

Danny had changed, too. His aura had dimmed. The whites of his suit were now dark gray, and patterns swirled on its surface like camouflage, like wind-twisted clouds, like nebulae.

Shadows bled around the corners of the city buildings like ink in water. Will-o-the-wisps bobbed, casting pools of illumination in lieu of streetlamps. Ghosts walked up and down the streets, or floated only a few meters up.

The buildings glittered. Everything was dark, vibrant, colors. A sharp, sweet scent filled the air, something dark and rich beneath it.

The canals in the center of the street were filled with flashing fish. Or perhaps serpents. Or perhaps worms. Between how fast they moved and the dimness of the light, it was difficult to tell.

Danny could feel his irises contracting, shrinking down to needle-thin rings. His teeth were sharp. He matched the other ghosts around him. This was how the Civila liked it, how things were in this part of Three Twilights.

Everything in order. Everything peaceful. Everything civil.

Danny walked through the market square, and bought some charcoal-colored cherry pastries from a vendor who looked like someone’s nightmare demon with a chip of ghost ice.

Much to his parents’ protests. They didn’t care for him eating ghost food.

There were seven bridges to Naŭtika, which was built half underwater and half on boats that floated both on the water and in the air. As the dark waters of the inlet lapped at his feet, Danny felt the changes ripple across his skin. To a human, he would look pure black, except for the faintest glimmer of rim lighting and the stars of his eyes. He and the other ghosts moved silently, cutting through the waters like shadows.

To Danny’s ghostly senses, the place was alive with emotion and force, energy loud and crackling against his senses.

“We’re solely on the ectocam, now,” said Maddie. “You were right about that.”

“Mhm,” said Danny, half distracted by a whispered sea-shanty backed by a choir of not-voices and not-sound that wove together with the mastery of a hundred years of practice.

He glided up a rope net, and began to navigate the ropes to the taller ships. The very tallest, the ones that scraped the ever-darkening sky and blotted out uneven sections of stars, moored the glass-like ships that floated above. He’d need to reach them, to get to Astronomia.

“What’s that?” asked Maddie, breaking his concentration on his path.

“What’s what?” asked Danny, whisper soft, drawing some looks. He turned, slowly, on the spot, planks barely creaking under his steps. A gentle wind ruffled his hair.

“There,” said Maddie. “By the ghost that’s registering red.”

It had taken Danny a long time to learn what color on the ectocam’s artificial sensor signified what, but he had, if only to reduce the guessing when they played this game.

“Star pearls,” said Danny, eyeing the ropes of stone that glimmered brighter than his eyes currently did. They were one of the only reliable forms of light, out on the Celestial Sea, although they were valued for other things, too.

“They’re putting out a massive amount of energy,” said Maddie.

“You mentioned them before,” said Jack. “You wanted to look for some?”

“On the shore,” said Danny. “Out past Astronomia.” He wanted to find his own, rather than buy them.

Partially because they were expensive. He didn’t really want to think about how much unmelting ice he’d have to conjure up to equal one of them. They were usually bartered in exchange for… more significant things.

The ghost by the pearls beckoned him closer, clearly hoping to make a sale. Danny shook his head, broadcasting regret and admiration for his wares. Speech might be faster but, under these circumstances, it would not be polite.

When Danny left, the social rules of Three Twilights would only leave the faintest impression on his mind. But, for now, they were a heavy, but not uncomfortable weight. One he could shrug off if necessary, but which was currently useful.

“What are they?” asked Maddie, as Danny turned away.

“They happen when big enough things fall into stars,” said Danny. “They’re all the memories of what they used to be… and the imagination of what they could become, when the star dies. Well, that’s what they’re supposed to be. I don’t think anyone really knows for sure.”

“And you can just… find these? Lying around?”

“Not… not really,” said Danny, slowly drifting towards a crow’s nest. “It’s like that one national park. That one where you can collect diamonds? You never really find anything good, but you can look.”

“I see,” said Maddie. “So, you don’t expect to find one?”

“Yes and no,” said Danny. “If I don’t expect to find one, I probably won’t. Unless the sea is feeling ironic, which it usually is, apparently. I mean, it’s an ocean and the stars. And prophecy is, like, ninety percent irony, but mostly for an outside observer. Which honestly makes sense, I think. An observer, not an Observant. Those are different things.”

The kind of silence on the other side of the line was the one that emerged when Danny used too much ghost logic.

“Anyway,” he continued as he scaled the crow’s nest and started traversing the glass ropes and chains to the all-but-invisible glass ships, “no, I don’t really expect to.”

The path to Astronomia was a staircase carved from moonstone harvested in October, when the moon was full and orange-red. It burned Danny’s eyes to look at and feet to walk upon. Like many ghosts who fixated on things like astronomy, he adapted quickly and thoroughly to the spiritual dark.

This darkest twilight was built of delicate bubbles, whorls, and arches of glass, any of which could cradle a ghost, all of which could be phased through with impunity. There were no true roads here, but certain places were easier to travel through. Addresses were carved in the glass in glimmering, holographic sigils made from glass-caught starlight that humans would never be able to read, but Danny could understand with a glance. It was not silent in Astronomia, the high wind sung through the glass like the immense instrument it was, playing ethereal and eternal music that mirrored heaven.

As always, Danny was enraptured. Perhaps the stars here were not true stars, only their memory and imagination (or simulacra made from stripped ghost cores, he remembered with a shudder), but he felt so close here.

“Danny? Are you still with us?”

Danny started to reply, but realized he had forgotten, once again, that he had no mouth here.

A phantabulist played a story for a group of not-quite-children, characters made of carefully constructed light chasing each other about with vigour. Danny stopped for a while to watch the story, a parable about spiders and fish. They were common here, storytellers who plied their craft this way. The stories could be pressed into glass prisms and orbs that served as books and viewed even in other environs of the Ghost Zone.

He moved on, passing through a glass bubble full of ghosts that snatched at and stroked him as he passed by, leaving stars and dark clouds to swirl across his skin. His suit had long since smoothed over and sunk in. His skin was a thin surface, a membrane holding in liquid night. He was like smoke, like vapour, thin and easily overlooked.

The places he passed were homes, places of business, warehouses, and hotels, organized without any apparent reason. A phantabularium glowed like a struck match, snatches of story visible inside its walls. He walked by.

Eventually, he reached the palace at the city center.

The ghost who lived there was old. Older, perhaps, than Pandora. She filled the vessels of her palace in placid pools connected by crystalized threads and looping tubes. Seven round-bottom flasks, radiating outward, like the spheres of heaven. The music here was almost deafening.

This was Urania, Muse of Astronomy. Astronomia was her city, and subordinate to her will before all else.

Danny resisted the urge to kneel. He was not here as a supplicant, and they both knew it.

The lowest pool bubbled, and slowly a glass prism, a dodecahedron, floated to the top. Danny took it with careful hands and left Urania’s direct presence as quickly as possible.

Being near her was always difficult. She was the Muse of Astronomy, and she felt he did not indulge his second Obsession as much as was proper.

Indeed, she thought it should be his first.

(The starlight inside him pulsed. He was never sure how much influence Urania could exert on him when he visited Three Twilights, never sure how much the relationship between his passions shifted when he was here. He loved it here too much to stay away forever.)

Astronomia did not end all at once. Instead, as one walked farther from the palace, the delicate, clear glass was replaced by black sand. When Danny had feet again, and could feel the grains beneath them, he knew he was no longer in Astronomia, but on the Shores of Night. The Isles of the Moon were faintly visible in the distance, sea-spray framing them in silvery halos.

He felt human here. His breath moved in his lungs, and his skin rose in goosebumps, the sleeves of his t-shirt fluttering in the wind. The sea and the sky were the same, and twice as beautiful for it.

“Sorry for going silent on you there,” said Danny. “I keep forgetting I don’t have a mouth there.”

“How do you forget that?” asked Jack.

“I don’t know.” Danny shrugged, even though he knew Jack couldn’t see him. “Do you think the ectocam might be able to spot buried star pearls?”

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || soft!dark baron zemo x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : he’s a baron, you’re just the maid.  you literally can’t afford to say no to him.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.5k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (dubcon, oral m receiving, fingering, loss of virginity), innocence kink, ‘sir’ kink, quid pro quo harassment (raise in exchange for sex), zemo being kinda mean but then Soft again c:, slight degradation but it’s not verbal it’s like... with actions?? idk, sensual candy-feeding, more reconstructed sokovian (this time I used the cyrillic, latin and translations at the bottom)

                     You really, really needed this job.

That was what you reminded yourself when your boss, the Baron himself, came out of the master bathroom in only a robe, carrying a glass of vodka and staring down at where you were cleaning his floor.  

He seemed to get a kick out of making you slightly uncomfortable like this, in those little ways that you were too naïve to really understand, but being a member of a Baron’s house staff was an opportunity too prestigious to squander.

Perhaps some would never see a maid’s job as prestigious, but compared to your other options, it was easily the best choice.

You didn’t look back up at him, afraid to see more than you bargained for, but his gaze made you want to tug down on the hem of your dress uniform… yet left you feeling paralyzed so you couldn’t actually do it.

He lingered there, standing right beside where you were polishing the hardwood, and the moment lasted far too long until you just had to say something.

“Should I stop, sir?” you asked awkwardly, your own voice sounding weaker out loud than it did in your head.

“No, keep cleaning,” he encouraged, finally stepping around you to take a seat in his lounge chair.

Even though you felt a bit odd about it, it wasn’t the first time he had watched you clean (just the first time while wearing so little), so you did your best to shrug it off and keep going, which you managed to do for a few minutes.

It got slightly more awkward when the area you had to clean was right by his feet, which made his staring all the more conspicuous as you tried to hold up your neckline so he couldn’t see down the uniform.

A crinkling sound caught your attention, and you looked up to see him toying with a wrapped candy, the lid off of the decorative silver vase on a credenza nearby.  You’d always wondered what he kept in there...

He caught you looking, a smirk tugging at his lips as he raised an eyebrow.  “A Turkish delight,” he explained as he waved the candy between his fingers.  “They’re rather exquisite, and an unfortunate vice of mine.  Would you like one?”

It seemed like an offer in earnest though you couldn’t imagine what would motivate him to share candy with his staff.  His motives were always quite mysterious anyhow, and you didn’t see any harm in it, so you reached out to him and opened your palm to accept the candy.

He shook his head, his eyes getting a bit darker as their gaze pierced right through you.  A sinking feeling filled your gut as you realized what he wanted, and you slowly opened your mouth.

He delicately placed the candy on your tongue, the flavor of the powdered sugar coating hitting you first.  

When you closed your lips and hesitantly began to sink your teeth into it, the texture wasn’t what you expected at all— nor the flavor, which you were a little too poor to recognize as rosewater though you still appreciated the delicate floral notes.

It was delightful; you couldn’t help but smile as you continued to chew, and he smiled at you as well— significantly less mischievously than he could have.  “Do you like it?” he asked.

You nodded, but froze when he reached up to wipe sugar off your lips with his thumb.

“I suppose you could never afford candy like that before,” he posited, sitting back again.

Swallowing the sticky remains of the sweet, you replied, “I don’t think I could afford it now, either, sir…”

For a second the glimmer in his eye made you wonder if you’d spoken out of turn, and you anxiously looked down to your hands in your lap as he leaned in a bit closer, speaking in a hushed tone.  “Maybe you could, if you got a raise, hm?”

Confused about what he wanted from you, you simply nodded slightly.

“Would you like to earn one?”

Suddenly the aftertaste wasn’t so sweet anymore, and you got that strange icky feeling when you knew something was wrong but you didn’t know exactly what.  “If… if a raise is a sign of a job well done,” you finally managed to form an answer, “then I’d like to do my job well, sir.”

“You do your job very well,” he assured, “I’m talking about a new job.  Consider it… an opportunity for advancement.”

His hand reached down to slip around your wrist, gently pulling you up a bit until you were kneeling between his legs.  You jumped a bit when your fingers grazed over his leg, and he kept moving your touch higher as he stared down at you.  “I… um, don’t know how to do anything else, sir,” you stalled, heart racing slightly as you watched him guide your hand higher and higher up his leg, under the hem of the fluffy robe, past where you could see.

“I’ll teach you, don’t be afraid,” he whispered right against your ear, and you tried not to be but it was a bit scary when you felt him wrap your hand around his cock, so much warmer than the rest of him and growing harder in your palm.

A little, uneven exhale left your mouth when you didn’t mean it to, and he breathed along with you which helped to calm you slightly.  “I’ve never… I don’t…” you stammered.  “I’m not good at this.”

“You will be, it just takes practice,” he promised, sounding a bit more hoarse; you felt his precum smear over your fingers as he helped you stroke him, and it made your movements a little easier even if it made your gut twist harder.

He leaned back and relaxed in the chair, letting go of your hand to let you keep going on your own.  It gave you a bit more room to breathe, but it left you with no excuse for your actions, no one else to blame when his legs spread and you saw his cock fully hard in all its pride and glory, flexing slightly in your hand whenever you reached the tip and moved back down.

Taking it as a sign you were on the right track, you kept going and occasionally gathered the bravery to look up at his face in search of approval.  Each time you found him staring back at you with dark eyes, and it made you feel this most inexplicable feeling… almost like fear, but with something oddly pleasurable about it.

“You can use your mouth now,” he said like it was an offer, an allowance, but you didn’t even really know how to do that.  You’d definitely heard about it before, from your more worldly friends, but your cheeks were heating up at the idea of trying and doing it totally wrong.

“Show me how, sir, please,” you requested weakly, and much to your relief he grinned widely.

“Okay, кошеня, I’ll show you,” he breathed, reaching up to cradle your face in his hand and guide you closer.  “Open your mouth and I’ll put it in for you.”

You did as you were told even though it was definitely more intimidating this up close, thankful that you didn’t really taste much of anything when he put his swollen head on your outstretched tongue.

“Now close your lips and suck, not too hard, just like a candy,” he explained, hissing when you did your best to recreate what he said.  You pulled back right away with wide eyes, thinking you might have hurt him.  

“Am I doing it right?” you asked quickly.  He seemed a bit irritated as he pulled you back down roughly, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.

“Yes, you can’t stop until I tell you,” he explained.  You wanted to apologize but that would’ve required stopping, too, so you just kept going and humming a bit whenever you tasted that slight saltiness at the back of your throat.  “Блять, that’s right, see?  I knew you’d be a quick learner.”

Happy to hear you were doing it properly, you sucked a bit harder and kept your lips slack so he could bob your head however he wanted.

When the tip bumped into the back of your throat, you gagged right away and figured you were definitely doing something wrong.  But either he didn’t notice or didn’t mind, because he made you do it again and again— perhaps he even liked it, considering you heard a tense groan from above you and felt him hold your face a bit tighter.  

“I’m going to come, кошеня,” he grunted, “and you need to swallow it all, okay?  It’s worth a lot more than that expensive candy, I assure you.  But don’t swallow it until I say so.”

You tightened your fingers where they clutched his thigh, since you couldn’t respond any other way.  Not being able to breathe was beginning to make you light-headed, and the sounds of his quiet moans made a rare (but not entirely unfamiliar) feeling burn between your legs.

He swore a few more times, sometimes in English and sometimes in Sokovian, as he roughly used your mouth, and you didn’t realize he was coming until you felt it all threatening to spill out from your lips and around his member.

But you, being diligent as ever, were careful not to let a drop go to waste as he sighed and slowed down, guiding you slowly off of him.

As tempting as it was to swallow it already, especially since the taste was a little odd, you kept your lips sealed tight and blinked up at him, hoping the tears running down your cheeks wouldn’t bother him and waiting for further instruction.

“Open your mouth, show me,” he breathed, nostrils flaring as if he was angry (though you really hoped he wasn’t).  He groaned proudly when you did so, sticking your tongue out and letting his seed gather there.  “Блять, good job… you can swallow it now.”

You put your tongue back and swallowed, but you were a bit too slow and some of it dripped onto the floor first.  He leaned forward slightly to look at it, tutting disapprovingly.

“That just won’t do, you need to clean that up,” he explained.  You turned back to reach for your cleaning supplies but a hand on your shoulder stopped you.  “No, sweetheart, not like that.  With your mouth, same way you made the mess..”

“Oh,” you whispered, leaning down and lapping up the drops with your tongue, noticing that it was a bit closer to room temperature now which made it taste worse such that your nose crinkled at the flavor.  Still, you swallowed it, too, and sat back up to look at him.

You wanted to ask if you did well, but considering the way he was smiling at you while he caught his breath, his exposed chest rising and falling along with that necklace he seemed to wear all the time, made you confident enough that he was happy with your work, and you smiled slightly.

“I think you’ve almost earned your raise,” he broke the silence, and your smile fell.  There’s more?!  “Why don’t you get up and bend over the bed.”

Your throat was a little sore now, so your shocked and empty swallow stung a bit, but you couldn’t help it; for all your inexperience you had a few ideas about what that meant.

“Sir, I—”

“Did I not speak clearly?” he snarled, making you cower slightly.  “Get up.  And bend over the bed.  Pull up that little skirt for me, too.”

Even though an uncomfortable shudder crawled up your spine, you nodded and stood up, finding your legs a bit shakier than they should’ve been.

You’d made his bed a thousand times but never thought to lay on it, so you felt a little strange bending yourself over the edge, and you tried to avoid meeting his gaze as you reached back to pull your uniform up to your hips.  You heard him hum but didn’t hear him get out of the chair, and you wondered if he was going to do anything at all.

“Are you… just going to look?” you wondered aloud.

“No,” he answered quickly, “I’m going to fuck you.  But I’m going to do it on my own time.  You can wait.”

And he sure did take his time, eating one more candy and finishing off his tumbler of vodka before he finally stood up and shed his robe; you felt his hands on your butt first, fingertips slipping under your panties delicately only to roughly tear them off.  You squealed slightly at that, biting your lip to keep it down, but he heard you and chuckled as he slapped your bare ass.

“I knew you were hiding something lovely underneath your uniform, кошеня,” he sighed, “I may need to make sure you never hide yourself from me again.  I always wanted to make you clean the house naked.”

Another spank made you wince and lurch forward, but another pang of heat hit between your legs, too— you hadn’t expected to enjoy this so much, but after all the anticipation you just needed him to get it over with.

Even if you honestly didn’t know that much about the ‘it’ he intended to do to you.

“How much do you know about sex?” he asked bluntly, apparently reading your mind somehow.

“Sex,” you repeated shakily, “is… something husbands and wives do…”

“Right,” he agreed, “but is that all you know?  Do you even know how good you can feel?”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond, reaching down to slide his fingers slowly over your pussy, your legs quivering right away.  When he focused on one spot, rubbing in circles gently, your back arched of its own accord.

“Have you ever touched yourself here?  Made yourself come?” he continued, pressing down a bit harder until you whimpered.

“N-no, sir,” you breathed, squirming as you felt yourself approaching the edge of… something, something you never knew you needed.

But of course, he had to stop just then and push his two fingers inside you as you cried out.  “Just that hurts you?” he realized, watching you nod and pout.  “Oh, кошеня, you have no hope of taking my cock… you may not be able to get your raise after all.”

“Please, sir,” you whimpered, “I can take it, I’ll be good— please…”

He twisted his fingers inside you and your legs quivered but you were determined to prove you could do this, so you ignored the sting and kept on breathing, hardly capable of believing how deep his fingers reached.  

A third finger made your eyes start to roll back in your head, especially when all of them curled against a spot that made your toes curl inside the sensible heels you were made to wear at work each day.  Oddly enough, you found yourself rocking back onto his fingers in search of more, wanting him to push harder on that spot until you could finally reach that feeling you were blindly searching for.

“You need it so badly, кошеня,” he growled, “I’m trying to be gentle with you.  Is that not what you want?”

“J-just a little more, please,” you begged, whining when he instead pulled them all out and left you painfully empty.

“I’ll give you more, don’t you worry about that,” he promised cryptically, and you gasped at the feeling of his hard cock pressing against your opening.  You were so wet that as he slid his length over your folds, you coated him with your arousal in mere moments.  “I think you’re ready for me, sweetheart.”

You, meanwhile, weren’t so convinced; your gut sank as you tried to imagine how something as thick as his cock would ever fit inside you, but he didn’t consult your opinion on the matter before he lined himself up and pushed forward.

He was kind enough to move slowly, leaning down to wrap your body in his as he filled you.  His hands slipped around and clutched yours, and you genuinely couldn’t tell if it was meant to soothe or restraint you.

“Бля, ти така гарна,” he breathed, squeezing your fingers between his.  You turned to rest your face on the silky comforter, a tear still making its way down your cheek which he tenderly kissed away.  “Don’t cry, it’s all right,” he whispered.  “I’m not going to move yet, just breathe.  It’s not going to hurt much longer.”

Tightening your jaw and breathing through your teeth was the best you could manage at the time, trying your best to relax since every time you tensed up, it hurt more.

“Так тугий,” he hissed against your ear as he finally found the end of you and his hips met the back of your legs, “і все моє.”

He stayed still until the pain faded, though you still winced slightly when he eventually did move again, pulling back only to push forward and fill you deeper, if possible, than before.

You felt him hitting that spot again, the one he found with his fingers before, and your whines started to soothe into moans and gasps.

“See?  I knew you would like it,” he whispered proudly, “I knew you’d take me so well.”

He trailed kisses in abstract patterns over your neck and shoulders, gentle at first but soon enough becoming wet and sharp with his tongue and teeth, the pace of his thrusts picking up along with it.

“Так добре, така добра дівчина,” he groaned, “fuck, do you feel how deep am I inside you, sweetheart?  That’s how deep my come will be when I’m finished.”

Honestly, it was starting to feel so good that you couldn’t find the will to protest that.

“And then you’ll be mine forever,” he added, under his breath, so quiet that you could barely hear it.  But you did hear it, and you couldn’t explain why it made you moan louder, or made your walls grip him encouragingly.

Your toes curled again, your legs even started kicking a bit, when he slammed into you every time, the sound of his skin on yours and of your drenched channel being filled echoing around the ornate bedroom.  Thoughts of everything wrong about this were banished as your mind became a blank slate, you couldn’t even form words anymore (not that you were trying to) as your mouth fell slack and your body became a pliant vessel for his desire.

The edge was so close now, and you wondered if you should try to stave it off— but before you could even consider it, he bit down on your shoulder and you were pushed right over all at once, gasping his name as pleasure overtook you from your head to your toes.

“Good girl, keep going,” he instructed roughly, “don’t stop coming for me.”

You couldn’t if you tried.

Tears fell again, but for entirely different reasons than the first two times.  He whispered praises in your ear, in a few languages you understood and a few you didn’t, keeping you falling into it as long as he wanted you to.  You were so helpless to him now, your body going limp and your eyes fluttering shut, and you didn’t even mind it at all.  

It went on for quite some time, it seemed, and though his stamina was impressive it was entirely unnecessary since you had already exhausted yourself of whatever maximum number of orgasms you could have in a row.

Finally, his desperation started to kick in and you could feel him getting rougher and losing his rhythm as his moans got louder yet deeper.  “I’m about to fill you up, кошеня, are you ready?”

You barely managed to nod through the fog, and it only took him a few more seconds before he squeezed your hands just a bit too tight and stopped moving.  There was a little delay before you felt the heat of it inside you, the feeling impossible to describe but instantly addictive.  As if you weren’t already feeling full before, now you felt stuff to the brim, and even when he pulled out you could still feel it— even when most of it seemed to drip down your thighs.

“There you go again, making another mess,” he sighed, “and this time on such a lovely comforter… I won’t make you lick it up this time, you look too pretty laying there fucked-out and braindead.”

Those words probably should’ve encouraged you to move and prove him wrong, but instead you were happier than ever to just lay there and soak in the afterglow.

He laid beside you on the bed, pulling your body to rest on top of his, stroking your hair while he caught his breath.  “You won’t just be getting a raise, sweetheart, but a very important promotion,” he mumbled.

As enticing as that sounded, up until that moment you’d forgotten about the raise entirely.

//

кошеня = kitty/kitten

Блять - fuck

Бля, ти така гарна = fuck, you’re so beautiful

Так тугий, і все моє = so tight, and all mine

Так добре, така добра дівчина = so good, such a good girl

[clementineskesh]

Hadrian, I hope this letter makes it to you as quickly as I'm writing it. Thoughts have been churning in my head during a long walk home, and I wanted to put them to paper before they were lost. Before they were dulled in my mind and couldn't be of any use. I walked far today. Deep in the woods and around the curve of the branch they grow from, there's a clearing where plant life suddenly shifts. Where grass has found a home along these incredible fruit trees. They grow tall and thin enough to make for perfect firewood, and they're always bearing fruit. So, I'd set out for both. But I discovered something else on my way there. A pile of dead wet wood that didn't belong. I was immediately annoyed by the sight. The branches that had broken its fall and the rot that it would cause if I left it there were all I could think of as I worked with haste and with frustration. Distracted by the second job of cleaning I now had before I could return home. It wasn't until I approached it, that I saw it for what it really was. On the line where wet wood met dry, small holes were carved into the tree by the dozens. In different sizes and different shapes. A community of creatures, some strange bugs that I doubt have even been named, worked along the edges separating the wet wood into thin string. Some delivering those strings deeper down, for what use I didn't know and didn't need to.

I froze at the sight of it. Of all of this life. And every emotion that I have ever felt, which is way way too many, pulled into my stomach like bile. I felt so cold suddenly. And I wasn't sure if it was from that memory in Old Man’s Chin or that in these moments when it feels like my blood is replaced by shame, that the warmth is taken from me, too. I was taken back to that time in an instant. This disgusting thing. This community that loved it. And me, who knew nothing and could do nothing but harm. You know I'm not ashamed to admit that the sight of these bugs brought tears to my eyes, but I'm sure I looked like a jackass, and I'd earned it. I left it as it was, and I rushed home to this paper. To you. In the time that it took me to finally sit down, I'm still unable to separate emotion from thought enough to twist how I feel into something usable. Into some gift worth preaching.

When I tried to help the Weaver King those years ago, did I fail because I had no respect for it? Is it that selfishness was so seeped into my mind that I couldn't bring my hand to steady those buckets of water, couldn't make my legs walk farther because I didn't care? And what does it even mean now? What does it even matter that I know the King's name and voice, but I'm still as quick as ever to treat pieces of it like a stranger? Like something worthless.

I still get caught in the trap of trying to weigh every moment in my life, in trying to separate the good from the bad, trying to make one pile bigger than the other. Life and action are never that easy. And I'm not some coin spinning in the air waiting to fall to good or bad. When I remember these moments, and I feel the shame, and I try to think of all of the times in my life that I felt so sure, so right, so confident about something, it feels like a part of me that I need to crush. To bury deep down in me that I can't guide me anymore. But this feeling saved me more than once. And it saved you. And it saved everything I've held dear. The shame saves me, too. I can't grow, and I can't live, and I can't change without knowing when I'm wrong.

As I was thinking, Adelaide said- And listen, I know we said no literal word of god stuff, but she said, ‘If you know what you're doing, regret isn't a leak in the ship. It's a rudder.’ I'm sorry to only bring you this rambling. To give you the job of spinning it into something grand. But you were always better at it than me. I hope if the rain we just had made its way to you, it’ll pass. It'll do the same that it did here. And those trees around our little church will blossom as bright and beautiful as your voice carrying our lessons.

I've included some of the fruit from my trip alongside this letter. They make incredible jam, but you should try them sliced with a little bit of salt. Trust me. Love, Hella

[tomurasprincess]

Kinktober Day 31: Sexual Slavery (Vaulted Bonds)

Day 31: Sexual Slavery Title: Vaulted Bonds Pairing: League of Villains (Shigaraki, Dabi, Spinner, Kurogiri, Muscular) x Reader Word Count: 6k Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, branding, marking, degradation, misogynist Dabi, double pentration (two cocks in one hole and two cocks in seperate holes), praise kink, soft marking and biting, cumflation, size difference, belly bulge, mist bondage, mist tentacle sex, orgasm denial, daddy kink, pet play (of the puppy variety), watersports, overstimulation, rough sex, creampies Note: Sequel to Vault 68, Kinktober Day 1 gangbang. Thank you so much for everyone’s patience while I finished this. Kinktober was an exhausting, wild, but incredibly amazing experience and I’m glad that I can say I finished it! Even if it’s in March, don’t judge. Also thank you to @tamakisbunnygirl​ for talking this over with me and reading it over for me!

Kinktober Masterlist

Life was so very easy lately.

No fighting for survival, no worrying about radiation, no bandits, super mutants, or anything else to avoid.

No, you simply had to please the villains you were locked up with, allow them to use whatever holes they wanted to use whenever they wanted to use them.

You were unimaginably sore for the first week, something that Spinner noticed instantly. He was always the kinder one, the one who soothed your abused cunt with various creams he found. Dabi laughed, of course. He enjoyed seeing you limp around the vault after a particularly rough session with him.

Muscular did too, although he typically bent you over with a boast of seeing how much more sore he could make you.

Kurogiri was one of the kinder ones as well, although his concern always had a mocking, manipulative flair to it. You could never quite figure the man out, and his lack of expressions on his misty form did not help you read him.

Shigaraki would whisper words about how sorry he was while tracing patterns along your skin in an attempt to soothe you., You would almost think he was acting nice, until he whispered that you still have a mouth you can use, and wasn’t he just the best for letting you use that instead of that currently useless cunt between your legs? Or that tight asshole, it hadn’t been used as much, right? He could use it instead.

Currently, you were in Dabi’s bed waiting for him to get back from grabbing food. He hadn’t touched you yet, and you’re enjoying the peace and quiet until he comes barging in. He has a cruel glint in his eyes, erection already straining against his pants and you can already tell this is going to be a rough time for you.

“Why do you have clothes on?” Dabi instantly says, looking with distaste at the long t-shirt and panties you’re currently wearing. You cringe at the tone in his voice.

“I - I got cold,” you mutter quietly, hoping that he won’t use this as an excuse to be even rougher. But you know Dabi by this point, and you know that punishment is awaiting you. “I’m sorry.”

“Not fucking sorry enough,” he growls, palms lighting up with blue flame as he advances towards you. You instinctively crawl backwards from the fire, wanting to avoid it. But he grabs your ankle and yanks you towards him.

His hand touches your shirt, catching it on fire at the same time as he rips it off your body. He tosses it to the side, pulling your panties off too. He isn’t careful with his flames, and you hiss at the pain, the smell of burning flesh rising up and hitting your nose. You glance down and see a small, singed mark on your flesh to join the rest of the bruises and burns on your body from the rest of them.

“Your skin looks so beautiful with burns, doll,” Dabi snorts, “I dunno why I haven’t covered you with them even more.” He holds you down with one hand as he unzips his pants, although holding you down isn’t necessary anymore.

You’ve already learned what happens when you resist Dabi.

He guides himself to your already wet pussy, lining up and snapping his hips to fill you with one sharp thrust. You let out a gasp, still unprepared for the Jacob’s Ladder running up his length despite how many times he’s fucked you at this point.

“You like that, whore?” He chuckles as his hands wrap around your neck. “This is all you’re good for.” He sets a fast pace, barely giving you any time to get used to him. “You’re nothing but a fucking hole for me to use.” You choke and splutter as his grip tightens around your throat, hands reaching up to claw at his arms as you try to get air into your lungs.

The Jacob’s ladder piercing grinds against your g-spot, and despite everything, you feel the tension building up inside of you as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your lungs burn with the need for air, black spots appearing at the edge of your vision. “You look so fucking good like this,” Dabi laughs sadistically.

Just when you think you’re about to pass out, he releases your throat and you take deep gulping breaths. The lack of oxygen and the insistent grinding of the piercings against your inner walls has your orgasm even more intense as the tension inside of you snaps.

You moan as your pussy flutters and clenches around Dabi’s cock, and he snickers. “Fucking whore, getting off to me choking you.”

His hands reach up to grip your breasts, kneading the soft flesh roughly as he tweaks your nipples. They’re quickly hard and standing at attention as he continues to pound into your now dripping pussy, and you whine as you feel yourself building back up to another orgasm.

“Dabi, please - “

“Please what? You want to cum again, whore? I already gave you a freebie, so you better fucking beg like your life depends on it.”

“Please, I want to cum, please let me cum!”

“Tell me you’re a whore, that the only good thing about you are these fucking holes. You’re nothing but something for me to fuck, a cum dumpster”

You cringe at the words, knowing that he’ll punish you if you don’t do what he says. And as much as you hate it, you know you want to cum again.

“I’m a whore! I’m nothing but holes for you to fuck, Dabi!”

“Be more convincing,” he snarls as his hands heat up on your hips, causing you to scream as he singes your skin.

“I’m nothing but a whore for you to use! I’m a cumdumpster, I’m a useless whore only good for you to fuck!”

His hands heat up even more as his finger comes up to trace patterns on your skin. Tears run freely down your face as you smell burning flesh yet again. You don’t want to, but you find yourself glancing down anyway, wanting to see what he’s doing.

When you see the letter D, you know exactly what he intends to do.

You try to hold still as much as you can, not wanting to make this even worse. But the pain is so extreme, and he continues to fuck you even through what he’s doing. The conflicting feelings has your head spinning, unsure whether to feel the pain or the pleasure. Ultimately, you decide to focus on the pleasure. It’s shameful, but at least it’s not agony.

By the time he finishes his name, you’re cumming again with a choked sob as you squeeze his cock. “Fuck, you really are a little painslut aren’t you? Good, because I fucking love hurting you.”

His pace stutters, becoming uneven as he thrusts right against your cervix and shoots hot ropes of cum against it. You whimper as you feel the heat spreading through your core, body trembling from both pain and pleasure.

He pulls out abruptly, stroking himself out the rest of the way as he shoots cum on your new burn. You sob as it hits the wound, stinging like fire as you writhe around on the bed.

Dabi stands up, throwing your t-shirt at you as he points to the door. “You can get the fuck out now, whore. Don’t want you dirtying up the place any more than you already have.”

You give a nod as you stand up on shaky legs, pulling the shirt over your head as you wobble towards the door. You’re able to make it outside before you collapse on the floor. Spinner just happens to be in the hallway, and he rushes over to you.

“Oh god, are you okay?” He leans down, lifting your shirt up as he stares at the burn on your hip. “That brute,” he whispers quietly, picking you up in his arms as he carries you to his room. “Let me take care of you.”

He lays you down in the bed as he looks for one of his many soothing creams and a washcloth. He dabs at the burn as gently as he can, trying to get as much of the now dried cum off your skin as he can before applying a burn cream.

“Does that feel better?” He asks a bit shyly, only now noticing how undressed you are. He’s always been on the shy side, the one most hesitant to take advantage of you. Although that hadn’t stopped him.

“Yeah, it does. Thank you, Spinner.” He preens a bit at the praise, one of his claws tracing a light pattern down your stomach.

“Can I - “ He trails off, unable to finish the sentence as he glances away. You know exactly what he’s asking, and you give a soft sigh as you nod your head.

He blushes a bit as he lifts your shirt up, making an angry noise as he touches each of the bruises and burns Dabi left on your body. “He is so rough with you,” he admonishes the other man, “you should be cherished like the jewel you really are.”

He slides down your body until he reaches your thighs, leaning down between your legs as he tentatively licks your folds. “You taste so good,” he moans as his tongue dives into your heated flesh.

Spinner’s tongue works its way inside of you, causing you to let out a choked moan as you lay back and let take care of you. He takes the back of his knuckle as he rubs your swollen clit, careful not to touch you with claws.

His tongue fucks you like a cock would, getting far deeper than a normal man’s tongue as the tip grazes your cervix. The feeling drives you mad, and you already feel the pressure of your muscles tightening up. “Spinner, don’t stop - “

He hums against your skin as he keeps tongue fucking you, quickening the pace as he feels you clench down around his tongue. His knuckle works against your clit, only increasing the pleasure as you finally topple over the edge. He licks up your juices as you gush around his mouth like he’s starving before pulling away.

In no time at all, you hear clothes beginning to shuffle and two cocks spring up from his pants. They’re both huge, and you always have a moment of doubt that they’ll fit inside of you.

But despite how kind Spinner is, he’s always determined to make them fit. You briefly wonder if he’ll put one in your ass and one in your pussy, or if he’ll simply fill you up with both of them. You don’t know which one you prefer.

When you feel him rubbing his cocks along your slick, you instantly know what he intends to do. A secret thrill runs through you at the thought of being so completely full.

He begins to push inside of you gently, your wetness aiding him in moving. You let out a broken moan as you feel your pussy stretch to accommodate him, head thrown back as your legs shake. He gets past your tight outer ring of muscle and keeps going, the ridges and scales along his cock pressing against your walls in such an amazing way that you cum just from the feeling alone.

“Fuck, Spinner - “

“Shh, it’s okay, you’re doing so well, sweetie.” Your previous orgasms have loosened you up enough that he’s able to bottom out inside of you relatively easily, stilling for a while to allow you to adjust. “So beautiful,” he murmurs as he strokes a claw down your face. “So amazing, you feel so good around me.”

You preen at the praise, always loving how kindly he treats you.

He waits until you give him a quick nod to indicate you’re ready before he begins to move, and you let out a wail as he starts to thrust. You feel so impossibly full, so amazing that you wish you could always feel this full.

“Spinner, please, faster!”

He instantly obeys you, grabbing your hips to force you back onto his cock. His heavy balls smack against the curve of your ass with every sharp thrust, and you can hear the wet noises of your bodies joining as they fill the room.

“So damned good, so tight for me - you’re squeezing my cock so well, sweetie.”

“I’m going to - “

He moves to start rubbing your clit as soon as the words leave your mouth. “Then cum for me, I wanna see how pretty you look when you’re cumming around my cocks.”

The tension snaps as you clench down around him, gasping and moaning as your body convulses. “It - feels so good - “

Spinner groans as his teeth sink into the meat of your neck, marking you just as surely as Dabi did. Feeling you squeeze around him is more than he can handle, and he follows you into orgasm. Both cocks shoot ropes of cum into you, and you can feel it leaking out around him. Your belly bulges just a bit, a sight that leaves Spinner feral as he thrusts his way through his own orgasm.

Finally his cocks become too sensitive, and he pulls out as he collapses beside you. He pulls you into his arms, cooing sweet words at you as you curl up against his warm scales. “You did so well for me, sweetie.”

He brushes the bite mark on your neck, wanting to feel bad but loving the sign of possession that he left on you. He traces over the bite mark with a claw.

You smile at the tenderness, needing this after Dabi’s rough ministrations. You could stay like this for hours, if it weren’t for Muscular bursting through the door.

“It’s my turn with the toy,” Muscular instantly demands, and Spinner reluctantly releases you as Muscular grabs you. He throws you over his shoulder, carrying you out like a caveman dragging you into his lair.

He takes you immediately to his room, throwing you down on the bed and wasting no time unzipping his pants. “You had Spinner’s cocks shoved up there, so I don’t need to prep you, do I?” Muscular snicks as he frees his massive cock from his pants, not even bothering to get fully undressed before he’s lining himself up with your entrance.

“Wait, please go easy on - “

But it’s too late, and he’s already buried inside of you. Muscular’s singular cock is still bigger even than Spinner’s two, and you feel like you’re going to tear without preparation. He doesn’t bother to let you adjust, pounding into you instantly and drawing tears from your eyes. You feel so fucking full, almost painful in the fullness and he’s only just started.

“Such a good cunt,” he growls out as his fingers dig into the plush flesh of your thighs. He lifts you up onto his lap so that he can thrust up into you faster, getting even deeper and causing you to squeeze around him. “So fucking tight, I can barely move. But I can fix that.”

You feel his cock begin to expand inside of you, and your eyes widen in fear and terror. “Please, no!”

But it’s too late, having already activated his quirk to make his cock bigger. Your walls stretch even more, and you howl as you’re thrown into a sudden orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, body convulsing as you’re fucked ruthlessly through your orgasm. “Please, too much - “

“I’m not done with your fucking cunt yet,” he snarls as his cock shrinks just a bit, leaving more room for him to thrust even harder. “Going to fill you up so fucking well, gonna make sure you can’t walk for a fucking week.”

You don’t doubt that, having experienced this many times already. You whine and whimper as he jackhammers into you, not even bothering to touch your clit in a mad rush to cum as quickly as he can.

When he finally cums, he forces his way up to your cervix as he cums directly against it. There is so much cum that you can feel your belly begin to bulge, see the little pocket of cum that he’s filling you with. You cum one last time, screaming out your orgasm. Your fluttering walls force some of his cum out of you, causing it to make a mess of the bed underneath you and coating Muscular’s thick thighs.

He pants a bit, relaxing for a second before you can feel him begin to harden inside of you again.

“No, please, it’s too much, I can’t -”

“I fucking say when it’s too much, slut,” he growls at you as he begins to thrust again. This time, he manages to be even rougher with you, fingers digging bruises into your skin as he fucks up into your tight heat. “Wanna fill you up, see that belly bulge even more.”

You whimper as you feel him begin to twitch, relieved that he’s going to cum so quickly while also dreading what happens afterwards. He cums with a grunt, even more cum shooting from the head of his cock. The skin of your belly stretches lewdly, the bulge becoming even more noticeable as the cum is trapped inside of you, unable to leak out around his cock.

He pulls out and strokes himself off the rest of the way on your stomach where the bulge is, coating your skin with hot cum. He reaches down to press against the bulge, laughing sadistically when his cum gushes out of you and soaks his bed. He drops you almost instantly onto the wet spot, standing up and walking towards the door.

“I’m done,” he declares before simply leaving the room. You take a few minutes to recover, rolling out of the bed and collapsing to your knees, unable to hold yourself up on your legs. But you find yourself not needing to walk as a portal opens up underneath you, dropping you into the arms of Kurogiri.

“I think it’s time that you spend some time with your daddy, don’t you?” The man muses, cradling you in his arms as he lays you down on the floor. Mist springs up around you, wrapping around your arms and holding you down. It also swirls up around your legs, forcing you to spread them open and reveal yourself to his gaze.

“That was a question.” Kurogiri says in a dark voice, and you know that means he wants an answer.

“Yes daddy,” you whisper to him, face flushing at having to call him that.

“Good girl,” he praises you, and you feel warmth rise up in you at the praise. “Be good for daddy and he’ll be good to you. Do you understand?”

“Yes daddy.”

You feel one of the cold misty tendrils probing at your ass, and your eyes widen as it begins to push inside. Kurogiri chuckles as he lowers himself to the floor, hand coming down to unzip his dress pants and pull his cock out. You can never tell just how big he is because of the shadows and mist around it, but you know how big it feels inside of you.

Your legs are spread even wider as he settles himself in between them, sliding easily in because of all of the wetness down there. He bottoms out almost instantly before setting a slow but steady pace. One of the tendrils attaches itself to your clit, sucking and pulling at the sore bead and causing you to let out a broken moan.

“It feels so good - “ you moan before remembering to add, “daddy”

“You can’t cum without my permission, do you understand?”

“Yes daddy, I understand.”

But you can already feel the tension at the insistent suckling of your clit by the mist, and you squirm as you try to think of anything else but the pressure building up inside of you. You throw your head from side to side, legs shaking and quivering at the strain of trying not to cum.

“Can I cum, daddy? Please let me cum!”

“Hmm, I don’t think you’ve been a good enough girl yet. Should bad girls cum before their daddies?”

“N-n-no,” you whisper.” Your nails dig into the palms of your hands, hoping the pain will distract you from the need to cum. But it only adds to the pleasure, causing you to almost topple over the edge.

“Daddy,” you whine, “I can’t hold out - “

The wet smacking of his balls hitting the curve of your ass fill the room as he roughly fucks you, pulling almost all the way out of you before slamming back inside. “Yes you can, you’re such a good girl.”

You really want to be a good girl, and so you distract yourself as much as you can. You think of anything and everything, trying to ignore the tendril still attached to your clit. Just when you think you can’t hold out anymore, you feel him begin to throb inside of you.

“Cum now! Cum along with daddy!”

You wail as you obey his command, body shaking as you’re thrown over the edge. Your orgasm is intense and powerful, and he simply fucks you harder through it. You feel warmth spreading through you as he finishes along with you.

“You were such a good girl, daddy is going to reward you.”

You know what his rewards can be, know that sometimes they don’t feel like rewards at all. And this time won’t be any different, as you feel a tendril of mist push against your ass and worm its way inside.

“Daddy, I don’t -” You trail off, not wanting to finish your sentence. Refusing a reward would result in a punishment, something that you did not want.

“Yes? What was that?” His voice takes on a dangerous tone, and you shake your head.

“Nothing. Thank you for a reward, daddy.”

His chest rumbles with laughter. A larger tendril comes to your abused cunt, pushing inside of you as well. “Good girl, don’t fight this.”

The tendrils take turns thrusting inside of you, one pulling out while the other one thrusts inside. The rhythm has your head spinning, stomach tightening up as you near an orgasm. In a near panic, you begin to beg.

“Daddy, can I cum? Please let me cum!”

“This is a reward, little girl. You may cum.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as you’re thrown over the edge, screaming out your orgasm.

“Hey, Kurogiri, I need - “ Shigaraki pauses, laughing in amusement as he sees you cumming around Kurogiri’s mist tentacles. “Oh, I see you’re busy,” he mocks.

“No, we were almost done if you want a turn.”

“I think I do, actually. It’s been a while since I’ve had a turn with my puppy.”

You cringe at the term, knowing exactly the degrading things Shigaraki is going to force you to do.

“I actually got you something, puppy.” He laughs sadistically, pulling out a leash and collar. “Isn’t it cute?”

Your eyes widen with horror, not wanting that to go around your neck. But Shigaraki’s eyes narrow at your lack of response. “Am I going to have to punish my puppy already?”

“N-n-no, you don’t have to punish me!”

“I think I do, since you left off the master,” his voice takes on a dark tone, and you wince.

“I’m sorry, master! You don’t have to punish me, master!”

“So you’ll wear the collar like a good puppy?”

“Yes master,” you say, defeated.

“Good puppy.” Kurogiri’s mist dissolves, leaving you on the floor in a destroyed heap. Shigaraki reaches down, showing you the collar and what it says.

Shigaraki’s Puppy. If lost, please return.

Tears run down your face as he attaches the collar around your neck, locking it in place and pocketing the key.

The key? You realize instantly that it’s not something you can ever take off yourself. You’re stuck with it for as long as Shigaraki wants you to be stuck with it.

He attaches the collar to the leash, yanking you upwards with it. “Get on all fours like a puppy.”

You obey, sensing his volatile mood already and not wanting a punishment. “Now, I’m going to take you for a walk.”

“Can - can I get dressed, at least?” You hated the thought of being paraded around the vault with absolutely no clothes.

“No. Puppies don’t wear clothes.”

You sniffle a bit as you walk on all fours, feeling absolutely humiliated. You trail behind him as he leads you to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Your stomach growls, not having eaten, and he instantly hears. “Oh, that reminds me. I got you another present.”

He pushes two bowls towards you on the floor.

A food and water bowl for pets.

“If you want to eat, then you better eat like a good little puppy. You glance up at him to see him smirking at you, almost daring you to refuse. You let out a soft sob as you crawl towards the bowls, reaching to pick one up before he snaps at you.

“Puppies don’t pick up their bowls.”

More tears run down your face as you lower yourself down, beginning to eat from the bowl as best as you can. Everything you have been through so far, all of the abuses, and this was one of the worst. Your body absolutely burns with humiliation as you lean down to get water from your bowl.

Once you’re done, Shigaraki drags you up, throwing you down onto the bed and climbing onto you. “Now, I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to be a good puppy.”

You give a quick nod, glancing away as you try to mentally prepare yourself. He wastes no time after your agreement, thrusting deep inside of you with one quick snap of his hips.

You realize something instantly.

You have to pee.

“Master, I - I need to pee,” you whisper quietly, hoping against hope that he’ll stop long enough to let you go to the bathroom.

“Oh? Then fucking go. Puppies don’t use toilets.”

“I - oh no, I can’t, please don’t make me - “

“Here, I’ll even help you.” He begins to press down on your bladder, and you squeal as you feel a bit of pee leak out. You clamp your muscles down, desperately trying to hold it. But it’s no use, and you squirm to try and relieve the pressure.

“Please stop, I don’t wanna - “

“Do it, puppy. Piss all over me.” He presses down harder, and you can’t hold out anymore. You wail as your bladder releases, pissing all over Shigaraki’s cock as he fucks you through it. He thrusts your piss back inside of you, the disgusting sloshing noises of your pussy causing you to wince and want to die with embarrassment.

He reaches down to smack you across the face. “Bad puppy, messing like that in the house.”

You whine as he continues to fuck you, smacking your other cheek as well. It’s humiliating more than it hurts, only being a small sting as he puts no real force behind it. But you still feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“I’m sorry master, I’m so sorry, please - “

“I should make you lick it up,” he growls, and you panic at the thought.

“Master, please no!”

He snorts as he flips you over onto all fours, forcing your head down to the bed as he begins to slam into you. His balls hit your clit and cause you to squeeze around him, and he laughs. “You like being my puppy, don’t you?”

“Yes, master,” you say quickly, not wanting to anger him. He aims for a spot inside of you that makes you see stars, reaching around to take your clit in between two fingers as he strokes you. You whine as you push back to meet his thrusts, seeking your own orgasm. “It feels so good, master!”

“Yeah? Then cum for your master.”

You finish at the same time as he does, feeling warmth spreading through you yet again as he cums inside of you. You whimper as your body trembles, collapsing against the bed in sheer exhaustion.

“Now what do you say?” Shigaraki prods at you, seeking only one answer.

“Thank you master.”

“Good pet.” He pats your head like he would a real dog, and you’re shamed to find yourself enjoying his attention.

“Now come on,” he demands, pulling on your leash. You wince as you slide off the bed, getting on all fours as you crawl into the main area of the vault. Everyone is there, and you burn with humiliation at all of them seeing you like this.

“Now that’s how all sluts should be,” Dabi snorts at the sight of you on all fours. “Naked, with cum dripping from their filthy little cunts.”

Spinner scoffs. “You don’t have to always be so crude, Dabi.”

“I wouldn’t have to be so crude if she wasn’t such a fucking slut.”

Dabi seems to get an idea in his head as he says that, smirk coming across his face. “You know, I have an idea.”

Your heart sinks into your chest at Dabi having any sort of idea that causes that smirk to be across his face. You know you won’t like it, not one bit.

“It’s been a while since we’ve all shared her, isn’t it? I think the little slut deserves to be completely ruined.”

He walks over to you, grabbing your leash from Shigaraki who allows it, watching with deep interest. He sits down on the floor, picking you up by your waist and prodding at your still tight asshole. “I think I wanna fuck you here,” he murmurs as he lowers you down on his cock. You whimper and whine as he slides into you balls deep.

Shigaraki already has his hard cock out, pressing the tip against your mouth. “Open wide, puppy.”

You open your mouth and he instantly shoves himself in, aiming for the back of your throat immediately. You barely remember to breathe through your nose, preventing yourself from gagging around his length. To your horror, you see the rest of the League walking over to you with purpose.

Muscular gets down on the floor facing Dabi, moving you to his massive cock. “I didn’t get her pussy last time we shared her, so it’s mine this time around.” Dabi snorts as he slows his movements, allowing Muscular to line up and begin to push inside. You’re already stretched out from everything else, but the sting still hurts as he slams against your cervix.

You want to complain, ask them to go slower, but Shigaraki begins to face fuck you, balls smacking aganst your chin with every thrust. “Fuck, puppy has gotten so good at sucking cock,” he grunts out as he feels his balls tighten.

“This cunt feels pretty fucking good too,” Muscular laughs as he activates his quirk, causing your eyes to widen in alarm as you feel him begin to grow inside of you again. Your walls stretch and stretch until you think they can’t possibly stretch anymore, but finally he stops before he tears you.

“Fuck, Muscular, the fuck did you just do? She got even tighter, holy fuck,” Dabi manages to grunt out, still pounding into your aching ass. “Keep it up.”

Muscular begins to move, slamming into you with powerful thrusts that has your head spinning. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Spinner take his cocks out and begin to stroke them furiously as he watches you be ruined by the other villains.

Kurogiri also stands nearby, cock out of his pants as he fists his length roughly. “My little girl does look so good like this,” he muses out loud.

Muscular groans as he nears his end, usually the first to cum as he never bothers to savor sex, instead choosing to seek his own orgasm. “Gonna fill this little cunt,” he manages to say as he shoots ropes of cum into you that leak out around his cock. “Fuck yes, so good - “

He pulls out when it becomes too much, and Spinner eagerly takes his place. “I want this pretty little pussy,” Spinner says as he enters you easily due to how much Muscular was able to stretch you out. “Feels so good to have both cocks inside, shit!”

“This dirty ass is pretty good too, so damned tight. You were fucking made for this, little cockslut,” Dabi grunts out, his pace becoming more erratic. “Gonna cum,” he manages to say before he follows through, causing warmth to spread through your ass.

Shigaraki is close too, as you can feel him begin to twitch inside of your mouth. He pulls out however, painting your face with white as he strokes his orgasm out. “Gotta love a facial,” he chuckles as Dabi snorts.

Kurogiri nears his orgasm as well, cumming on your tits as he lets out a soft groan. Only Spinner is left inside of you, and he goes feral on your pussy as he begins to pound you. He lifts up your legs so he can penetrate you deeper, and you cum with a strangled cry as you squirt around him.

You collapse completely, unable to hold yourself up anymore. And what’s when you all hear it.

The loud, clanging sound of the vault’s locking mechanism disengaging.

“The hell?” Dabi says as he sits up, walking over to the door and swinging the vault door open. It swings easily, revealing the stairs that lead to the outside world. “Guess it’s already been a month, huh.”

Hope blooms within you. Maybe they’ll let you go now, maybe you can be free of the hell they’ve put you through.

Shigaraki must be able to read the thoughts on your face, as he speaks up. “You know, puppy...you could just stay with us. Surely you don’t want to go back outside with the raiders, super mutants, and ghouls?”

You freeze for a second. You’ve been in a bubble of safety, having almost forgotten about all the dangers of the outside world. “I don’t - I mean, I was able to protect myself before - “

Dabi scoffs. “You’re a weak little slut who was hiding out in this vault instead of protecting yourself outside.”

Kurogiri joins in. “It wasn’t so bad being with us, was it? We’d protect you if you stay with us.”

Muscular shrugs. “Seems fair enough to me. We protect her and get to use all those holes anytime we want.”

“I - I really like you,” Spinner begins shyly, “and would love for you to stay with us.”

Now that you’re finally given a choice, the first one you’ve truly had for the past month, you are paralyzed.

The choice to leave the men behind, or to tackle the outside world. The vault isn’t sealed anymore, and there’s no guarantee of safety. Raiders take over vaults all the time, after all, and who is to say that won’t happen to this one?

But really; maybe they aren’t so bad. The fact that they are willing to let you go is more than you thought possible.

When you say the words that will seal your fate, everyone is happy.

You; because you made a choice of your own free will to stay with them.

And them; because they knew their broken little toy had no choice at all.

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[evcryopeneye]

@entpilot​​ gets a starter 

Captains log:  We have been tasked with investigating a luminous red nova in one of the far borders of Federation space. While I can’t help but think there are better places to be, considering all the things that are going on right now, I must admit that the crew need this. I think they need a reminder of why we all joined. Of the wonderful things that are out there. The view isn’t bad either.

Green eye’s watched the glowing red star, it was, one of the most red stars she had ever seen in her time in space. A deeper, darker, scarlet than any ruby she had ever seen. The rings of dust and gas orbiting it, that had once made up the stars burning outer layers. The sight of one was rare, she knew of only four others that existed within Federation space and all of them far later in its life than these ones. This was an unparalleled opportunity to study it.

The relative calmness on the bridge was welcome, for the first time in weeks, Sylvie felt relaxed. Calm even. Science was an important part of their mission remit but it also felt like a vacation, from the raging fighting on the other side of Federation space.

‘Captain.’ A voice chimed, Tilly lifted her head, glanced towards one of the communications sections, “yes Ensign?” A gentle question as she waited for the answer, ‘there’s a warp signature on a planet two systems over from us.’ Frankly, that came as a surprise, mostly because Tilly had been under the impression that there were only two inhabited worlds out here. Neither of which were warp capable. “A warp signature, you’re sure? Very sure? How many?” Before her mind started to run away with exactly what this meant.  ‘Yes Captain and…there’s one warp signature…and a signal along with it, microwave.’

Microwave? Ancient technology by her own standards. Tilly glanced at the the crew on the bridge, all seemingly in a similar state of hesitant surprise. All waiting with baited breath. Though Tilly couldn’t quite believe she was sat here on the edge of her seat like this, “what is this a cliffhanger, what does it say?” She could tell the Ensign was repeating the message over and over in their ear piece, just to be safe. Very safe.

‘Is there anyone out there?’

Holy shit.

Tilly managed to cover the emotion on her face, she turned to look at her First Officer, she couldn’t hide the look on her face anymore. This moment here, this was the moment that some went their entire career without seeing. It was the dream. The moment that Captains spent years thinking about how they would handle. It was staring them in the face. Tilly found herself just stunned before she found words…well, after she glanced down at her own screen and looked at the star maps. M class planet. Eight moons. Interesting. A bright smile on her face, “Looks like a good day for first contact, what do you think Commander?” Oh, this was going to be fun.  “Helm, set course, warp four….drop us out of warp behind the 8th moon on the darkside. Keep us out of visual for now. Lets go.”

[moonofiron]

I have been thinking about Gintoki since quite a while and the conclusion I have reached is that the goofier a man, the more intimate he can get.

Here's something I've never tried before. It starts with my perception of Gintoki's kinks and collapses into a narrative about how a particular kink will play out when he's with his female SO.

(I think what I have done here is called an "HC" but I am not sure. All HCs I've read are in bullet points and this is... not in bullet points. So idk... I'm just out here tryna get this fucking concept OFF MY CHEST.)

Anime: Gintama

Characters: Sakata Gintoki x whoever you imagine his female SO to be!

Genre: Smut, explicit sexual content, kinks 🥵

Rating: M

Synopsis: Gintoki melts at the sight of her in a plain white t-shirt and panties

Word Count: 2,386

Minors, click here.

I think, above all, Gintoki has a MASSIVE kink for going bareback. But it manifests itself a little differently for him. Internally, he absolutely refuses to cum anywhere else. But he's also super conscious of his partner's needs and will cum anywhere his babe wants him to. It delights him that she's so eager. Even though it leaves him feeling a little unsatisfied, it's not a big deal because he feels so strongly for her. He does love cumming deep in the back of his partner's throat because it feels so similar to what he thinks it would feel like cumming inside her.

It's a tricky kink to work with because under his lazy-bum facade, he actually has a super strong sense of responsibility. This is also why he refuses to have casual sex with just anyone. He's the kind who has a deeply intimate, committed, and long-term relationship with his partner.

His "kink" is a completely unsaid thing though. He will never explicitly talk about it. He loves dirty talk (anything goes, really) but this is one thing he will not say out loud. So, essentially, his partner will never hear him say stuff like "let daddy fill you up/I'm gonna cum inside you/ Daddy's gonna fill up that tight, pretty cunt".

No, he's not shy. Nor is he a prude. He's just a sucker for the quietness around the act of him filling up his partner. He digs the submission of a woman just taking him in fully, without making it into a "kink" or reducing the act to something they both occasionally get off on. He wants his woman to treat it as routine, ordinary, and natural. Almost like aftercare. Nobody says out loud that they want to be taken care of after a rough fuck. It's expected and unsaid. The unsaid but sure nature of filling up his partner is what makes it unbearably initmate for him.

He absolutely can not control the pleasure of being nestled inside her in his most tender, vulnerable, yet powerful moments. He breaks and lights up at the same damn time. His focus is sharp and only on the way her body reacts, not the words they share. He stares intently and deeply into her eyes when he cums inside her, making her flinch at the intensity he is capable of. It is in these moments she fully grasps what he means when he says he owns her.

If his partner does mention him cumming inside her, (eg: I want you to cum inside me/ fill me up Daddy) he will grind his teeth and cover her mouth instantly and harshly, maybe put a couple of fingers in her mouth so she can't speak. If he says something, it'll be along the lines of, "Just shut up and take it," as he thrusts harder and deeper.

He will twitch inside his partner, grow slightly bigger, and cum sooner than usual. Subtle but controlled cues like his grip on her hair getting harder will let her know that this is actually something he really digs.

The first few times his partner and he get down and dirty, he will do anything to please her and in turn, himself. He'll lazily make her sit on his face in the mornings, finger her a lot (anywhere, anytime), make her fool around with toys for him, ask her to rub herself while he stares intently and licks his lips, and let her suck his cock. He'll fuck her when he wants but it'll always be with a condom. He'll let her ride the brains out of him, too. But, always with a condom.

When he absolutely can not take it any longer (say, about 4 months into a relationship), he will break. He will break at the sight of her in plain white panties and a white t-shirt, doing her own thing.

He'll be sitting on his chair, behind the desk. He'll clear his throat to grab her attention. He'll beckon her with his thick finger and she'll think it's going to be their usual fucking and loving. She'll bite her lips and exaggerate the sway in her hips as she walks towards him. The performative nature of the sensual way she walks towards him will make her breathe slightly heavily and the first few baby spots of wetness will bloom in the crotch of her panties.

When she finally reaches him, a smirk will be playing on his lips and his eyes will look sleepy at first. He'll hold her waist lightly and look up at her. She'll look down at him, smiling, a coy finger in her mouth and her other hand on his shoulder.

She'll notice a difference in the way he handles her. She'll notice that he's looking at her with such greed that it's making her falter. She'll sense something is off and ask if everything is ok.

"Hmm," he'll say in a deep voice against her stomach.

He'll slowly turn her around and make her sit on his lap. She'll turn back to look at him wide eyed and smiling shyly. It usually takes a solid 12 minutes of kissing, biting, and frantic touching to get him this hard. She'll still be a little taken aback by Gintoki's seriousness. He's usually goofy and playful or an outright sadistic and sexy beast.

He'll open up his zipper and its cool metal will make her squirm. His warm and fat cock will spring out and she'll feel its sweaty stickiness against her lower back. She'll gasp at and throb for his unusual, unprovoked arousal and quickly reach for his desk-drawer where he stashes all the condoms. She'll take one out and start to open up the wrapper only to have Gintoki take the half-opened condom from her delicate hands in between his teeth and spit it out far into the corner of the room; his hands will never leave her waist.

Her eyes will widen again and she'll start to say something but Gintoki will tilt his head and give her a look that'll make her shiver and shut up. A mix of fear and anticipation will make her stomach drop. She'll be dripping by now and surprised at how less it takes for her to be utterly slick and ready for him.

She'll find it unbearably intimidating to look him in the eye and will turn her head, only the find herself reflected back at her in the mirror next to them. Her nipples will be hard through her t-shirt, her naked legs will be between Gintoki's clothed ones.

Gintoki will use just one of his fingers to slide her white panties to the side and position the tip of his cock at her wetness.

He'll slowly breathe into her ear "I'm going to fuck you raw and deep..."

He'll wait just a moment for her reaction before saying, "or not at all."

He'll put his hand around her chin and make her turn her head to look at him.

“And, you will stay shut about it the entire time, yeah?"

She'll nod her head ever so slightly with parted lips and then bite her lip nervously and unconsciously. She'll have already started moving against the tip of his cock, making it completely slick with her wetness. Her clit will be throbbing in an anticipation she has never felt with Gintoki.

Without another word, he'll thrust himself inside of her in one long and quick motion. A silk moan will escape her mouth; she's never actually felt his warmth inside of her.

He'll fuck her painfully slow; she'll feel his girth stretch her out inch by inch. The sloppy and messy sound of the base of his cock rubbing against her clit after every stroke will be loud and clear in the afternoon quiet; it won't be covered by the usual frantic slapping of his balls against her clit. He'll be holding on to her waist so she doesn't try to move and change the rhythm or speed.

“Do you feel it?”

"Yea.." she'll moan.

“Do you like what you hear?”

“uhum..” is all she'll manage to say. She usually has no issues keeping up with conversations and dirty talk but she'll find it extremely hard to keep up with this particular conversation.

"Let me look at you pinching your nipples."

She'll catch him looking at her in the mirror and will immediately get to work.

"Harder. Don't cheat."

"Yes, sir."

"That's a good girl."

She'll falter at this and her legs will buckle. She'll feel Gintoki's hands hold her as he'll get up from the chair. He'll sit on the floor right in front of the mirror, still buried deep inside of her.

He'll snake his hand around to her clit and rub her agonizingly slowly, all the while fucking her with slow and deep thrusts. His other hand will be on top of her hands cupping her breasts. Her head will be thrown back on his shoulder and her waist and hips will match Gintoki's movements and rhythm. Everytime she'll be about to cum, he'll kiss and nibble at her jaw and stop rubbing her clit, edging her for hours on that day.

They'll eventually stop moving. They'll be panting because they can't take this relentless teasing anymore. He'll pull out and stand up, pick her up in her arms and take her to the futon where he'll lay her on her back. She'll spread herself wide and thrust her hips forward, holding his gaze all the while.

Gintoki will lick his fingers and stroke her swollen clit a few times before he starts to fuck her hard and deep. But, he'll still maintain a slow and steady tempo. The moment she'll start arching her back, he'll pull out and grin at her. Every time he'll pull out, she'll see his cock twitching, aching to be back inside. She'll notice it's equally hard for him to be edging for so long. She'll smirk. Gintoki will narrow his eyes at her. How dare she.

He'll start fucking her again, painfully slow, waiting to strike at the right moment. The moment he feels her back arching again, he'll pull out again. But, this time, instead of grinning at her and waiting for her to stop writhing, he'll slap her clit hard and then immediately rub it hard and fast. She'll go into a frenzy of screams and moans and her entire body will shiver, she will pull him down towards her and wrap her legs around him, his hand still not relenting her clit.

When she'll be completely spent, swollen, and sweating, her hair stuck to her breasts and neck, Gintoki will turn her around. She'll arch her back a bit, just for him. He'll guide his cock in the tight folds of her thighs, straight into her beautiful cunt, and start to fuck her at a slow pace all over again. She'll moan deep into the pillow, her face will be flushed from all the work, and her hands will be trying to reach at the back for his thighs. Gintoki will lie on top of her as he fucks her from behind. The moment she'll feel his weight on her, his sweat on her back, she'll cum around him, gushing, and the noises will get sloppier and louder.

She'll groan his name out loud in the pillow and he'll have turned her to her side by then. He'll put her head on his arm, spooning her. He'll hold her leg up as he'll thrust deep inside of her from behind. He'll hold her chin and turn her face to his to look at her flushed face, her mouth shaped a perfect small o, her eyes closed, eyebrows raised, in a kind of pleasure she's never felt before.

"Open your eyes."

She'll fling open her eyes and find him looking at her with an expression that makes her weak in her knees. She'll buck and jerk as she'll feel him finally going slightly faster with harder and shorter strokes. She'll feel him twitching inside her and she'll clench tighter around him, never breaking from his electrifying gaze that tells her he owns her completely.

A wild guttural sound she's never heard will escape Gintoki's throat. He'll moan her name hard as she'll feel his warmth spreading inside of her in bursts. She'll move to kiss his petal like lips, only to be thrusted once again with such force that her eyes will widen with the suddeness of it. He'll ease out of her slowly, in short thursts, and once he's fully out, he'll lift her leg higher to get a better view of her cunt, messy and slick with his cum dripping out. He'll throb, and be unable to control himself, and give her one last deep and hard thrust again. She'll make a high-pitched squeak at the suddeness again.

He'll stay inside her for a while, throbbing still. He'll be too spent to move but he'll kiss her face and feel her sweaty body with his firm hands fervently.

They'll both fall asleep, exhausted, in each other's arms.

Gintoki will wake up before her. It'll be dinner time. She'll wake up to him by her side in a towel, wet and fresh from his bath. He'll be wiping her legs and thighs with a warm and wet cloth, and smiling while he watches her wake up. She'll start to say something but he'll cut her off and say, "Dinner's ready, doll." He'll kiss her jaw and then her forehead and leave the room.

She'll sit up in bed, her entire body will be aching. She'll notice a packet on the corner of the bed. She'll pick it up and see that it has a morning-after pill, a pregnancy test, and a follow-up appointment with her usual gynaecologist. She'll blush a deep a red when she sees a glass of water by her bed-side.

"When the fuck did he become so...un-lazy? Where has he been hiding this side of him?!" She'll say out loud in disbelief.

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Afterthougts:

In the first few months, Gintoki will make a conscious effort to get accustomed to his partner's menstruation cycle. He'll make sure he knows the days she's least fertile so he can minimize the risk of her getting knocked up. If that's not intimate and hella caring idk what the fuck is.