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[ofthecaravel]

Brandy

Chapter 7

Summary: A port on a western bay serves a hundred ships a day, and the lonely sailors flock to the Caravel Cantina, run by the Kiszka brothers (minus one). But when their brother returns with a handsome sailor in tow, the youngest Kiszka brother finds his perspective about his family and himself turned upside down.

Tags: SMUT PLEASE LOOK AWAY IF YOU ARE A CHILD OH MY GOD

Words: 2.9k

A/N: You know I had to give a lil something something for the nasties. ;)))) Bon appetit

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Daniel and Sam had a normal (if not a little jittery) walk to the inn after a long night of reunion and resolution at the bar, but once they had broken free of a conversation with the rambling innkeeper, Daniel had scooped up Sam and insisted on carrying him bridal style into his room.

Sam had protested and attempted to wiggle free from Daniel’s grip, but he knew it was a futile task and let Daniel lift him as he turned a lamp on with one hand. The ground floor room was bigger than Daniel’s room a year ago, and Sam looked appreciatively around before Daniel deposited him noisily on the bed with a bounce that made Sam yelp. Sam kicked off his shoes and started to think of a snappy comment about the creak of the springs or the drab wallpaper, but Daniel descended on him with a manic look in his eye and a grin that Sam only saw for a second before he kissed Sam so hard he immediately landed flat on his back. Sam had honestly expected Daniel to be as gentle and patient as he had been the last time they’d been tangled together on an old inn mattress, but he was happily surprised to see that a year at sea must’ve really worn down his courtesy. 

“God,” Sam breathed when Daniel grabbed his hips and pulled him so their groins were flush, dragging his lips down Sam’s neck at the same time.

“Missed you so much,” Daniel murmured against Sam’s skin, sucking and lapping at his throat in an animalistic fashion that made Sam choke back a whine.

“You’ve been waiting for this, huh?” Sam joked quietly, crying out when Daniel sunk his teeth into his neck and subsequently started babying the tender spot that he knew would bloom into a bruise. Daniel laughed darkly and Sam felt an excited chill pass through him. 

“You have no idea,” Daniel admitted, his voice barely audible. 

“Tell me,” Sam pleaded. Daniel propped himself up so their noses were touching, and Sam snaked a hand between their heaving chests to wipe a dot of spit from Daniel’s chin as Daniel’s eyes danced all over Sam’s face.

“You wouldn’t think me very respectful if I told you,” Daniel smiled, his grin dripping with flirtation and his gaze heavy and lustful. “I mean, of course I fantasized about you, but you might find me a little desperate if you knew the extent of it.”

“Daniel, tell me,” Sam begged, pulling a last resort by jutting his bottom lip out ever so slightly and knitting his eyebrows together. Daniel sighed and pushed Sam’s lip back in while he shook his head ever so slightly.

“Needy,” Daniel accused, dipping down to kiss along Sam’s jaw as he spoke. “But who am I to resist your sweet siren song?”

“You’re stalling.”

“You’re bossy.”

“Daniel.”

“A lot of it was replaying that perfect afternoon last summer,” Daniel finally obliged, pulling away and staring down hungrily at Sam splayed on the bed. “I had you like this, didn’t I? All rosy and wide eyed and such a fast learner, hm? You were so nervous but you were so eager and made all the right noises to haunt my dreams for a full year after. Are you still nervous?”

“Yes,” Sam answered honestly, his fingers already undoing the buttons of his shirt as he sat up on his elbows and patiently gawked at the gorgeous man straddling him.

“Don’t be,” Daniel whispered, doing the honors of pushing Sam’s shirt down his shoulders and smiling at his chest, bare save for the locket. “You were perfect, baby. Perfect. Still are. Here, give me the locket.”

Immediately, Sam’s shaking fingers went to the nape of his neck as he struggled to undo the clasp. He tried to calm his eager adrenaline, but found it very difficult when Daniel splayed a hand across his torso and slowly dragged his fingers over Sam’s skin. Finally, Sam freed himself from the necklace and obediently held it out to Daniel, who accepted it with a quiet “thank you” and set it on the nightstand before turning his smile back on Sam.

“Just wanted to see if you’re still such a good little listener,” Daniel chuckled. Sam’s face burned and he felt himself slipping into a fuzzy, compliant headspace that filled his head with cotton and blurred everything that wasn’t Daniel. 

“Wanna see you,” Sam mumbled, his fingers playing with the thick yarn of Daniel’s sweater. Daniel’s eyes fluttered for a minute and a weird sort of satisfaction flickered across his features before he nodded and put a hand over Sam’s on the hem of his shirt.

“I’ve got some surprises for you,” Daniel said with an air of mystery. Sam frowned in confusion before Daniel’s hand guided Sam’s to push his sweater up, and Sam breathed in sharply when he realized what Daniel had been talking about.

Daniel’s broad chest, still broad and tan and dizzying, was now scored with an array of nautical tattoos. A compass rose, a flurry of swimming fish, and a scattering of stars danced across his chest and left Sam’s jaw swinging open as he immediately pressed his hand to them. Daniel laughed and ran his fingers through Sam’s hair as Sam marveled. 

“That’s not it,” Daniel hummed, pulling the sweater fully over his head and sliding it down his arms, slowly revealing an anchor, swords, swallows, skulls and playing cards all in the suit of hearts that swayed over his muscles. 

“Holy shit,” Sam laughed, blinking in hot shock as he unabashedly grabbed at Daniel’s arms and turned them to look at every stroke of ink. “What do they all mean?”

“They mean that the sting of a tattoo gun was a nice distraction,” Daniel explained as his eyes grazed over his body. “And it was only half as painful as being away from you.”

“You’re so hot,” Sam blurted and Daniel laughed in surprise at Sam’s straight to the point outburst. “Are you gonna get one for me?”

“What? I got all of these to impress you!”

“I’m impressed,” Sam grinned, his body buzzing with anticipation as he started to run his hands up and down Daniel’s toned arms with slow pressure. “I might’ve been a little faster to warm up to you last year if you’d had these.”

“Ugh,” Daniel groaned, rolling his eyes and pushing Sam back onto the pillow with a fond little smile. “You’re the worst.”

“That’s why you spent a year dreaming about fucking me, right?”

Daniel arched a surprised eyebrow at Sam’s boldness and Sam nestled a little further into the pillow, his hands settling on Daniel’s sides and giving him a small squeeze. 

“Was there anything you dreamed about, babydoll?” Daniel asked, his voice suddenly low and dangerous as his own hand came down and lightly circled the base of Sam’s throat, keeping a gentle pressure but not squeezing. Sam’s breath came out as a desperate rattle almost instantly and Daniel made a faux sympathetic noise in response, grinning wickedly as his thumb pressed against Sam’s throat.

“Nothing?” Daniel joked. He might’ve been a little less cocky if he wasn’t so spurred on by the feeling of Sam’s erection underneath him. “I forgot how quiet you can be. I thought maybe I’d made that up but I guess not. Don’t be too quiet, though, okay?”

Daniel snaked his hand from Sam’s throat to his hair and held his head steady as he leaned down and kissed him, breathily laughing against Sam’s mouth when Sam’s entire body responded and he began to claw at Daniel’s bare torso. They stayed wrapped up in a series of kisses and sighing until Daniel pulled away and Sam immediately groaned at his absence, combing back Daniel’s wild curls that swung loose and tickled his cheeks.

“You want it like last time?” Daniel asked, hurried and hushed. 

Sam nodded eagerly and Daniel grinned, giving him another kiss before getting to work maneuvering off both of their pants. In Daniel’s grip, Sam couldn’t help but go as limp as the doll that Daniel told him he was, barely putting in any effort when Daniel undressed him. He was happy to just watch, trying to keep his eyes sharp and remembering as he watched Daniel finally free his length from the coarse fabric of his pants. Sam let out a little exhale and Daniel caught his eye, smiling smugly as he spat in his palm and gave himself a few languid strokes.

“Hi, baby,” Daniel hummed. “Do you even know how much I missed you?”

Sam whimpered a sad little sound and Daniel shot back with his own pitying little sound, his hand never stopping its lazy movements over himself. 

“I missed you so, so much,” Daniel murmured, almost as if he was talking to himself. “My cock missed you, too. It cried for you every night I was gone.”

Sam let out a shuddering sigh, already dizzy from Daniel’s words. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten how much it affected him. Daniel reached for Sam and tapped two fingers against his lips, smiling in approval when they parted and Sam’s tongue wrapped around his digits. He stared up at Daniel with low lidded eyes as he sucked gently, knowing Daniel wanted them slick with spit to start stretching him out.

“That feels good, honey,” Daniel whispered, pulling his fingers out of Sam’s mouth and bringing them down, lightly pressing against Sam’s entrance. “I’m gonna make you feel good, too. But I want to hear you say you want it, okay? Can you do that?”

“Please,” Sam choked out, his head already swimming. “Danny. Please.”

“Good,” Daniel praised, slowly pressing his middle finger inside and making Sam let out a cry from the delicious pressure, his hips already arching to take more. “So good, Sammy, you look so pretty. You want more?”

Sam let out a strangled noise and Daniel laughed, taking it as a yes and adding another finger, gently and lovingly working Sam. As much as he was aching to get his own pleasure, Daniel had been dreaming of moments like this for months. He wanted to wait a little longer to tell Sam, but so much of the fantasizing he’d teased had been centered purely around Sam and doing anything it took to make him shiver and whine and cry out Daniel’s name in a way he’d only heard once and had been dying for ever since. Daniel gave it a few more pumps before he pulled his fingers out and spat in his palm again, sighing when his hand returned to his cock as he moved to line himself up with Sam. Sam was already pink in the face and panting, looking wildly at Daniel and pouting at the lack of touch. Daniel leaned over him and gave him a quick kiss, abandoning his task for a moment to give Sam’s own member a few gentle pulls that had Sam practically sobbing into his mouth.

“Poor little siren,” Danny murmured, pressing his cock against Sam as he gave him a few more soft kisses. “Do you need a little break? Is it too much?”

“No!” Sam burst petulantly, smacking Daniel’s hand away from him and raking his nails down his back as Daniel watched his tantrum with dry mouthed glee. “I need it, come on. I’ve been so patient, Danny, come on, baby, I-”

“I know, I know, I know,” Daniel babbled in response, cutting Sam off by finally guiding himself inside, breaching no more than an inch before the both of them were curling against each other and letting out unconscious noises of relief at the feeling. Slowly, Daniel began to move and work himself deeper, and he was a little worried that Sam was going to finish fast. 

Sam, who one year ago spent an entire night begging for Daniel to leave him alone, was now begging through a raw throat for Daniel to fuck him harder. Daniel could hardly believe his luck. It was completely true that Daniel genuinely really cared for and adored Sam, and first and foremost he was happy that Sam was someone he could call his friend, if not his best friend. But it was also true that since the second he had laid eyes on Sam, frenzied and laughing with a ribbon in his hair, he had known that he wanted to see him just like he had him now. With his eyes fluttering and his pretty cock grinding into the air while Daniel used his sweet body so he could baby him later. Because another truth was that at the end of the day, Daniel wanted to treat Sam with all the comfort and care he deserved, and he found his climax fast approaching at the thought of Sam’s blissed out smile against his chest. 

“Can’t go harder than this, baby,” Daniel said between gasps, his core burning as Sam clenched around him and begged for more. “Don’t wanna hurt you, wanna make you feel so good.”

“Hurt me,” Sam whined, blearily blinking up at Daniel as a few stray tears rolled down his cheeks and onto the pillow. “I don’t care, I want more of you.”

“No, no, this is all I’m giving you,” Daniel asserted, fighting to keep up his pace as he palmed Sam’s straining cock and taking note of Sam’s sigh at the contact. “You want this, too? Is this more? Hey, talk to me, pretty.”

“Yes, yes, that’s, yes,” Sam chattered absently, his eyes closing again as Daniel matched the pace of his wrist with his hips. “I, I, I’m-”

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” Daniel cooed, starting to feel a familiar clench in his abdomen as Sam’s cries began to stutter. “Right there with you, honey, love it, you feel so good on me, so tight, fuck, Brandy, I-”

They crested in harmony, Sam singing soprano while Daniel groaned into Sam’s shoulder and fucked them both through it. When Daniel finally lifted his head from Sam’s skin, leaving behind the indent of his teeth, he searched Sam’s face and judged from his heavy lids and slow breaths that he was already halfway to sleep.

“Sammy,” Daniel whispered, using his clean hand to tap Sam’s nose. “I’m gonna clean you up, okay? Do you wanna rest your eyes for a second?”

Sam nodded sleepily and Daniel smiled adoringly at him, kissing his red hot cheek and getting up to wipe them both down. While he was up, he pulled on a pair of soft sleep pants and set a cup of water on the nightstand for Sam, yanking the covers out from under Sam and pulling them over the both of them as he laid down next to him. Sam instantly flipped over and face planted against Daniel’s shoulder, letting out a tired exhale as Daniel chuckled and began to run his fingers through Sam’s tangled locks. 

“What do you need?” Daniel gently asked, kissing Sam’s hair and breathing in his sweet scent that he’d missed so desperately, searching perfumeries in every port that never carried anything close. 

“Nothin’,” Sam muttered, nuzzling his nose against Daniel and sighing contentedly. His arm wrapped around Daniel and he kicked his leg over him, clinging onto him and making Daniel’s heart flutter. 

“You were divine,” Daniel whispered, lightly dragging his fingers up and down Sam’s back. “Insatiable, but divine.”

“I’ll take it,” Sam smiled, working hard to open his eyes and look up at Daniel. “You wanna know what did it for me?”

“Of course.”

Sam giggled before he spoke, raising an eyebrow at Daniel.

“You called me Brandy.”

Daniel sputtered for a second, going to deny it but realizing that he had called him that in the moments before falling over the edge. 

“I…honestly didn’t mean to.”

“It was kind of hot. Got my attention, for sure.”

“Don’t you hate that nickname?”

“Not when it’s coming from you, I guess. I’m whatever you want me to be.”

“Hot.”

They both chuckled for a second before settling into a comfortable silence, Sam pressing his ear and cheek to Daniel’s heart and listening to its still frenetic beat. 

“You know, we’ve never slept in a bed together,” Sam piped up again, never one to let things get too quiet. “I just realized that.”

“That’s…actually so weird.”

“The weirdest.”

“That’s you.”

“Shut up. Also, give me my locket back. It feels wrong to sleep without it.”

Daniel reached over and plucked it from the nightstand, swinging it over Sam’s face like a pendulum as Sam laughed and caught it between his cupped palms, laboriously straightening to sit up and put it on. Daniel quickly stopped him and took the clasp between his fingers, securing it behind Sam’s neck with a kiss to the skin just below it.

“You’re a sap for actually wearing this old thing the whole time,” Daniel teased as Sam happily messed with it and tossed him a look of scrunched nose annoyance. 

“Well, if you tell me to do something, I’m gonna do it,” Sam mumbled, unable to look at Daniel when he said it. Daniel flushed and wrapped his arm around him, kissing the side of his head.

“Go to sleep, Brandy,” Daniel told him quietly. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Sam hesitated, shifting slightly before looking Daniel in the eye with a pleading softness that made his heart clench. 

“Promise?” Sam asked, barely audible. Daniel gave him a little nod before planting a reassuring kiss on Sam’s perfect lips.

“I promise.”

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[hinamie]

domain expansion

[voltaical-art]

whadya mean he didnt tell you he loves you??? his eyes literally went soft when he looked ur way...

[spacedlexi]

its my birthday who wants some KISSIES!!!

[sleepyblr-heart]

this'll hurt you more than it'll hurt me

[beybuniki]

*me when i try to draw bakugo smooch someone for u guys* he would not fucking do that

[duahauuoplanh]

I can't leave you alone when you are this endearing. Please take responsibility.

[nevermeanttoknow]

hes a vast avatar to me for reasons

[arthursfuckinghat]

Man, starting a new playthrough makes you realise just how truly sick Arthur was towards the end..

[nimrism]

if i killed someone for you

fic by nimrism

when lena gets attacked, kara's instincts take over and she kills the perpetrator, not entirely realizing what she's done until lena is safe. she's left to come to terms with her actions as lena recovers, but apparently that's not the only thing she needs to come to terms with as she starts to realize that this in fact NOT what friends are for, with a little nudge of help from the superfriends and her sister.

word count: 10,525

art by KlosOokami on twitter

[cubffections]

so argenxi . . argenxi at it's finest ꒰ᐡ⸝⸝σ̴̶̷̤ . σ̴̶̷̤⸝⸝꒱꜆

[deus-ex-mona]

it’s arisa day but we get content of her brother in law and his bf instead ig

[lale-txt]

(picking up the most despicable character known to man by the neck) what if i create a version of you that's actually so loveable?

[glambots]

Sunny actually loves all of us, he told me himself. He has a wall of fanart and shipart of him and he loves it all a lot

Cringe is fucking dead I'm Kissing Sundrop Security Breach on the Mouth as we speak and we're legally married Steel Wool Studios told me so.

[thefarminggoblin]

Can’t sleep, daydreaming about a first kiss with Ukitake.

This was intended to be just a short little set of headcanons but once again turned into a whole scenario.

Picture this: spending the evening drinking tea and snacking with both Ukitake and Kyoraku (who would be drinking sake…), after an a major event like Byakuya or Kaien’s wedding by having your own little intimate celebration/after party together.

Fireflies are dancing around, the full moon is out and the gentle chirping of crickets and other insects accompany everyone’s laughter as Ukitake wins yet another round of Shogi - making Kyoraku pout. It’s been a good day for Ukitake, not a single cough or feeling of unease, so he intends to make the most out of every second.

Kyoraku stands and stretches, yawning loudly, “Well, that’s probably enough for me tonight. I’ve got work to do in the world of the living tomorrow, so I can’t really risk a hangover.”

You smirk, “You’re not leaving because you’re sore about losing are you?”

He chuckles, “Naaaah. Lisa will have my head if I stay too much longer. I don’t want to risk being scolded.” He smirks, a twinkle of mischief in his eye, “Plus the eyes you two have been making at each other all night is starting to make me feel a little intrusive.”

Ukitake chokes on his tea, spluttering and coughing as you feel your face heat up, even as you quickly move to his side to rub his back, hoping this hasn’t triggered a coughing fit, “What do you mean “eyes your two are making?!” What eyes?!”

He laughs loudly, “I’ll leave you two alone to figure it out. Goodnight!” And then he’s gone, disappearing right in front of you as he uses his shunpo to leave.

Once Ukitake has recovered, he straightens himself up and takes a sip of tea to clear his throat, a wry expression on his face, “Cheeky bastard.”

You laugh, “Has he always been so shameless?”

He sets the cup down and huffs a laugh, “In our academy days, yes. But he’s never really teased me so brazenly over…” he shakes his head, taking another sip of his tea.

Your heart quickens, and suddenly you are keenly aware of how closely to two of you are sitting.

“Over…?” You have a feeling that the two of you would eventually have this conversation - you’d been flirting with each other over the past few months, mostly just lingering gazes during meetings, lingering touches when you pass things to each other, and more compliments than usual on each other’s appearances that could be interpreted as mere friendship. Today was no exception: you’d sat next to him the entire evening at the wedding celebration, and over the course of the night the two of you had gravitated towards each other, your sides eventually touching. And neither of you had made to move away or mention it. And as he helped you stand up - ever the gentleman - he did not let go of your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles, and looked as though he was about to say something. Then Kyoraku had appeared suddenly from out of nowhere and suggested you continue the celebration together. You didn’t miss his shoulders slumping over in obvious disappointment as he let go of your hand and lead the way to his quarters.

Now, the soft light from the fireflies and the moon illuminates his handsome face. You notice that his cheeks have darkened noticeably as he turns to face you. His gaze seems a little conflicted as his lips are drawn in a thin line. That same expression from earlier, but more determined.

With a soft sigh, he takes your hand in his and gives you a small smile, “Is it not obvious?”

You move a little closer to him, your eyes searching his face, “Maybe, maybe not.”

His face moves even closer to yours, his eyes half lidded and glancing rapidly between your eyes and lips. His lips are mere inches away from your own he whispers, “Allow me to make things a little clearer for you, then…”

He closes the short distance between you and delicately brushes his lips across yours, enough for it to barely be considered a kiss - it’s like he’s gauging your reaction, preparing to pull away if he senses the slightest amount of discomfort. When you don’t pull away, he pushes his lips against yours ever so gently and brings a hand up to brush his knuckles against your cheek, so soft it feels like a butterfly has landed on your face.

It would be such a slow, tender, intimate kiss. With him gently and rhythmically guiding your movements. It wouldn’t get too heated. It would be one of those kisses that makes your heart ache with longing, but neither of you would want to ruin the sweet and tender moment by giving in to your baser instincts. It would be more about intimacy and being close to each other.

It would turn into an opened mouth kiss and there would be tongues involved - because intimacy and being as close as possible to you is a huge thing for him and he wouldn’t be able to help himself - but only very fleetingly. The second your lips shift to openly glide over each other’s, he’d shakily sigh into your mouth, maybe even whisper your name.

He would only really swipe his tongue over your lips as he moves. Not venturing too deeply, nothing too tame, but somewhere right in the middle. He’d alternate between caressing and cupping your face with one hand to gently cupping the back your neck and slowly stroking your hairline. The other hand would be splayed across the small of your back. He wouldn’t be forceful at all. His hands wouldn’t be pulling you in; it would be more like he’s wanting to enjoy and appreciate the feel of your skin/body against his. Just relishing the intimacy of the moment.

It wouldn’t be a short affair. He wants to take his time with you, and his sweet yet sensual kisses are addicting. Ukitake would slowly glide his lips over yours, letting out little sighs, gasps, tiny moans and even some breathy chuckles if you decide to playfully tease him by giving him soft pecks, retaliating by kissing the corner of your mouth occasionally.

He’d eventually pull away with a shuddering breath before pressing gentle kisses to your cheek, overcome with emotion. He’d kiss the tip of your nose and forehead before resting his forehead on yours, nuzzling your noses together.

If you cup his face, he’d nuzzle into it and kiss your palm, then take your hand in his and kiss down to your wrist before intertwining your fingers with his.

There’s be no words after. There would be no need. Just gentle gazes, smiles and touches. It’s pretty clear that you both feel the same. He’d eventually move you around to sit in front of him with your back against his chest and him holding you from behind, alternating between slowly running his hands up and down your arms, wrapping his own around your waist and taking your hands and intertwining them as you watch the fireflies together, enjoying each other’s presence. He’d occasionally press kisses to the top of your head, and if you lean back and rest your head on his shoulder, he’d kiss your temple too.

He’d walk you back to your room, and kiss you goodbye in the same way. Slowly. Tenderly. Longingly.

He’d kiss you on the back of the hand and give you a soft look (much like the accompanying screen cap for this post), his soft brown eyes shining with happiness, before saying a simple “goodnight” and using his shunpo to leave.

Your lips tingle for hours afterwards, your heart still racing, wondering if he, too, is laying awake, overcome with emotion.

And you’d be right.

[sysig]

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