#5/5 stars on yelp would do again

[fineprintlover]

we are NOT dating and will not be but i did get her to admit she’s not going on tinder for her hookups anymore since she got me lolll

[chrissv4mp]

Can I request a billie smut relating to her song oxytocin since I haven't seen anything of it yet, maybe just including the lyrics too like maybe she says to reader "I can see it clear as day, you don't really need a break. Wanna see what you can take." And "I wanna do bad things to you, wanna make you yelp." Kinda pervy!billie in a way ???

౨ i wanna do bad things to you, don't wanna treat you well ৎ

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★ a loud cry falls from your kiss-swollen lips as you clench around her fingers. they never stop, though, instead picking up the pace as her thumb comes up to rub at your clit. a chorus of choked moans and whimpers fill the room and your girlfriends ears, and she smiles as she watches you squirm underneath her, "can't take n'more, bils—fuck—mhh, please, i can't.."

her lips press to your jawline softly, a contrast to how hard she was fucking you with her fingers. she coos gently into your ear, whispering praises. but as your hands begin to push her away, she pins them above your head with her free hand, "yes, you can. you don't really need a break, mamas.. i know you can give me a few more, yeah?"

a few more. she said that 5 orgasms ago, and you bet she wouldn't stop for another 5 more. your mascara was ruined, tears running down your cheeks and staining them. billie was relentless, and she hadn't stopped since you both set foot in the privacy of your bedroom. you weren't complaining, though, every time she was like this, you would always see stars.

the only downside to this was that you could never find yourself denying her. those pouty lips and big, innocent eyes she gave you. you know that look in her eyes is fake, but you still give in every time, and this is the outcome almost always. she was just so fucking gorgeous, you didn't know how anybody could say no to her, "wanna see what you can take,"

"wanna break you, ruin you for anyone else. 'ts 'cause you're mine." she mutters, and her tone almost makes it seem like she's angry. but she's far from that, she's fucking ecstatic that she was able to get you like this. your legs trembled, waterline filling up with more tears, wrists struggling against her own, and your pussy clenching tightly around her fingers.

a quiet sob went right to her ear, and that just encouraged her torture on your swollen, sensitive pussy. billie licked a long stripe from your neck down to your clit, pressing a soft kiss onto the puffy bud before wrapping her lips around it. she'd done the same action countless times before during this one session, but it feels like the first time you're getting butterflies from it, "i wanna do bad things to you. fuck, m'gonna make it so you struggle walking tomorrow, ma."

your breath hitches once again, and billie smiles against your clit as she feels your walls flutter around her two fingers. she thrusts them in and out over and over again, and you finally let go as she curls them deep inside of you, "fuckk!—oh my god, oh my—bils, i—" her fingers slide out of you, only for her tongue to dip inside of your entrance. she moans at the taste of you, eyes rolling back as she hooks her arms under your thighs to pull you closer. her voice is muffled, and you can just barely hear her over your gasps and the loud squelching sound of your pussy, "my girl. mhh, you taste s'good."

authors note: hmu pervy!billie !!!!

wc: 533🗣🗣

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[glitterjay]

⭒ sub!sunghoon, getting caught, humping, denial of orgasm(?, suggestive content under cut, mdni

⭒ c's note: this was requested by an anon in my ask! i hope it's good enough, yes yes. feedback is appreciated and needed as always. i also invite you to check this out if you do like this, hehe

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @defnotfertilizedtoesw @kwiwin

you had left for a business trip that would last about a week, maybe a few days less if everything went smoothly. this was actually hell for your boyfriend, sunghoon. it was established before you left that he was not allowed to touch himself until you were home.

he was a good boy. he set his mind to do what he was told so you could reward him once you were back home. boy, was it hard with all those texts telling him you were missing him and his body so much.

those calls where you were clearly touching yourself to his voice, yet sunghoon couldn't do anything about his own problem.

he'd usually take a cold shower to get rid of his hard on, but he lost his mind on this specific day, when you sent him a voice message praising him for waiting so long, and how you were already on your way home from the airport.

sunghoon ran the cold shower once again, his hands desperately fighting the urge to grab his cock and please himself. it hurt, it really did. the ice water didn't seem to work anymore. it was as if his body had grown inmune.

when he was out, his dick was still hard as rock. he put on a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants, his underwear getting stained with the precum that leaked from his tip when his mind thought of you.

the corner of the sink seemed very appealing to him, his mind already going insane. sunghoon had seen people humping tables and objects with corners in porn videos. it didn't hurt to try, right? the drive from the airport was far anyway.

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he removed his sweatpants, leaving his boxers on, and carefully positioned himself so that his hard on rubbed perfectly on the surface of the sink. the corner o my added to his pleassure, hitting his balls from time to time as he grinded.

sunghoon didn't want to cum. he just wanted to satisfy the feeling of desperation growing within him, or so he thought. he was going painfully slow, eventually picking up his pace, too drunk in the pleasure to care about the set of rules he gave himself before starting.

hidden moans filled the room and the whole house. it was a surprise when you opened the door and heard the noises coming from upstairs. the traffic wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, so the drive home was cut short by around 5 minutes.

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the view from your shared bathroom with your boyfriend would have given anyone a wave of pleasure. a handsome man, his hair falling over his eyes, shirtless, holding onto the sink for dear life as he humped the corner of it.

the veins in his arms bulged from how tightly he was gripping the furniture. his head hung low, and his entire body trembled. it seemed as though he might collapse at any moment.

you cleared your throat, crossing your arms as your boyfriend looked up at you with wide eyes. to make matters worse, his movements didn't stop at all.

"was being such a good mhm! boy, promise!" he said.

his eyes glistened due to the tears welling in them, threatening to fall at any second. "such a good boy, haven't cummed yet," he repeated.

"and you won't." you said firmly.

sunghoon sobbed when your hands touched his body. he was in such desperation to feel any part of you that a mere touch had him seeing stars. tou positioned yourself behind him, your hip making contact with his backside.

your arms wrapped around his torso as you started moving him again, rocking both of your bodies back and forth. your boyfriend was a whimpering and crying mess by this point, saliva dripping out of his mouth as he screamed and yelped.

"you won't cum until i say so, understood?"

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Stuck Inside From the Rain

♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader ♡ Tags: Aged up (This was supposed to be short u-u)

You couldn't go home, not in this weather.

You had only planned to drop off a video game you borrowed from Bakugou, but the rain had hit so suddenly that there was no way you were going anywhere now.

What's worse, it was getting pretty dark out. At least Bakugou had a nice couch to sleep on...

"Oi!" Bakugou called out from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready!"

Bakugou had fetched some extra ingredients so he could make food for the both of you. You both sat down at his dinner table, with your grilled chicken and peppers in front of you.

"Thank you so, so much for doing this, bestie!" you said. "I think this is the first time we've eaten together in your new home."

"That's not my fault. I invited you over last week. But you were busy with Kirishima..."

You scoffed at how he chewed his food angrily. "He's just a friend, Bakugou. I actually totally forgot about that until now. Are you jealous?"

"Why would I be jealous of some guy with shitty hair?! He's got nothing on me!"

"Then don't bring him up?"

"Don't go blowing me off for Kirishima and then I won't bring him up! How about that?"

"I'll be sure to give you all the attention you want this time, okay?"

Bakugou looked frustrated, but a bit pleased. "You better."

True to your words, you ranted and raved to Bakugou about the food, as always. Bakugou knew that if there was one way to get you to focus on him, it was through his cooking. He looked cocky as you basically monologued to him about your 5-star Yelp review of his food. He offered you the rest to take home as leftovers, because unlike that traitorous rat Kirishima, he found himself to be a considerate and compassionate soul who would never let you starve.

You wanted to help with the dishes, but Bakugou wouldn't let you lift a finger to do chores. The guy was treating you like a guest he personally invited, but you felt a little bit like a burden who invaded his evening out of nowhere (even though you knew he wanted you here).

The night grew colder as it went on, and you could tell even Bakugou was starting to get affected. You attached yourself to his side to warm him up, holding onto him because you knew he hated the cold. He let himself get a little lost in that moment, which was easy to do since nobody was here except for you.

"You're such a koala," he said. "How long are you gonna steal my arm for?"

"Bakugou, if you keep complaining I'm gonna let go."

"Fine, fine! Just walk a little faster with me, I need to get something from the living room."

Bakugou wanted to watch a movie with you, but first he fetched an extra blanket, hoping to drape it over the two of you while you sat on the couch.

"You didn't get your own blanket?" you asked.

"This was all I had! Don't hog the stuff, alright?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be a burden. I'm just cold..."

"You're not a burden. Just get over here so we can share it. Properly."

He drags the blanket around both of your shoulders, bringing you two hip-to-hip.

"It's like we're kids again, huh?" you laughed. "If you had extra pillows, I would've made us a pillow fort."

"I'm too big for that and you know it. It'd just fall over."

"You're no fun. Did anyone ever tell you that you act like such a grandpa?"

"You've probably told me that at least 5 times now, yeah."

You two watched a movie together, some old action flick from long ago. You rested your head on Bakugou's shoulder, and over time he ended up curling one of his arms around you. You're engrossed in the movie, you thought it wouldn't be your style but the movements are mesmerizing! However, Bakugou's glancing over at you repeatedly, gauging your reaction.

As the movie continued, the night grows even colder, and you're retreating into Bakugou's chest for any semblance of warmth. It's easy to do since his Quirk keeps his body working like an oven. Bakugou's tensing up now, stiff and janky in his movements.

You yawned for the 15th time this hour. "Bakugou... I'm sleeeeepy..."

Your heart rate slowed and your eyes felt heavy, and you almost dozed off to sleep with the sound of the rain rushing down outside. Bakugou looked distressed, knowing that you two might fall asleep together for the first time. But you didn't want him distressed, you wanted him happy, because he was your Bakugou, even if it wasn't official yet...

In your sleepy state, you gave him a tiny kiss him on the cheek and then curled up to sleep against him. You heard him swearing up a storm under his breath, and he really went through the entire curse word dictionary as if you couldn't hear him at all.

Then, he kissed you on the forehead right back.

"Night, dummy," he said, his voice very quiet.

[inuyashaluver]

Lucy Bronze x actress reader mabye Lucy and the lioness watch one of readers flims and you can make up the rest. Love ya work.

proud - lucy bronze

lucy bronze x reader

description: in which your girlfriend and her teammates come to your movie premiere to watch your highly anticipated film

warnings: so. long. i’m actually sorry, swearing

a/n: thank you for your support and request! i had so much fun! hope you enjoy!!!

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you and your girlfriend, lucy met at a coffee shop a couple of years ago when she spilled her drink onto your shirt.

“shit i’m so sorry-” you make eye contact

“aren’t you?-” you both say at the same time, pulling a smile out of both of you. you both recognised each other - england’s defender and star actress.

“i’m so sorry about your shirt” she quickly took off her jacket, moving to drape it over your shoulders

“no no, please lucy, it’s fine” you smile at her to reassure her, she still places the jacket on you, she grins at you, making you feel weak in the knees, something the both of you feeling exactly the same.

“(y/n) at least let me make it up to you” she pleads, you shake your head lightly at her,

“you don’t have to do anything-”

“please” she rushes out, “i want to” she nods at you, you grab her hand into yours lightly,

“how about you take me out or something?” she grins so brightly at you, both of your cheeks turning a light pink.

“i’d love that”

the date went splendid, quickly progressing into a romantic relationship. you have been dating for 5 years, still head over heels for one another. you both share an apartment in barcelona, as well as having a small flat back in england for your work. everyone loved you both as a couple, essentially the both of you were national treasures, highly admired and respected.

—

the lionesses were beginning their training once again, meaning the both of you were in england for the time being. coincidentally, you were working on an upcoming movie which is highly anticipated all over the globe.

you and lucy were so busy, you both barely had time to see each other, schedules misaligned completely. both of you had to rely on quick phone calls, texting and quick appearances at home where you would hug and kiss and go straight off to work.

fortunately, you had a day off, keeping it secret, wanting to surprise lucy. you wave her off in the morning, telling her that you had a busy schedule today. as soon as she left, you phoned up a coffee and drink truck to go to the lionesses’ training grounds, telling them the location and time you wanted them to be there.

you race to the training grounds, knowing that they were probably still in the change room before training actually started. you told the truck where to go, standing in front of it and waiting for the team to come out. one by one, the lionesses start emerging from the training rooms, immediately smiling and bounding over to you for hugs, many of them hadn’t seen their favourite actress in a while.

you told the girls to get themselves a drink, all of them giving you appreciative words and gestures as they moved past you. you were bundled up in one of lucy’s hoodies, waiting for your girlfriend to come out - always the last one to get out, something you endlessly complained about every time you came to watch her play or train.

after a few minutes, she walks out alone, confused by all the excited chatter coming from outside. that’s when she sees it, her lovely girlfriend standing in front of her team with a giant truck making drinks for everyone. she smiles so brightly, your heart was beating so fast seeing her, like you haven’t seen her in months even though you saw her this morning.

she runs over and scoops you up into a hug, lifting you in the air, you yelp, wrapping your arms around her neck and your legs around your waist.

“baby! what are you doing here?” she exclaims, hiding her face in your neck. you move your hand to the back of her neck and her shoulder, she looks up at you, smiling brightly, you returning the cheesy grin.

“hello, you! came to surprise you of course, doing my wag duties” you wink at her and she laughs, pursing her lips up to you for a kiss that you happily give.

she holds the back of your thighs, lightly squeezing them as you both whine into the kiss, enjoying one another’s company until you heard gagging coming from behind you. the whole team, including the staff watching you both with fake unamusement. secretly so happy to see their favourite couple reunite.

lucy rolls her eyes and places you on the ground, wrapping her arm around your waist and keeping you tucked into her side.

“don’t be jealous, girls, be grateful this one here got you the free drinks” she nudges her head down, referencing you.

dutifully, everyone smiles at you “thank you (y/n)!!” sounding like you were a school teacher and they were your students.

you wave your hands, “ah don’t mention it”, you move lucy’s arm off you, her looking at you offended, you quickly peck her lips and told her to get a drink, begging her not to spill it on you, and telling her that you would be right back. you move to find england captain, and a close friend, leah.

“leah, do you mind calling a team meeting for me?” she looks at you confused, “why, love?”, you pout up at her, “just do it” you plead, she smiles at you, ruffling your hair and calling everyone to stand around the both of you for a team meeting, lucy standing with her arms folded against her chest, glaring at you for pulling away from her just moments before.

“my lovely national treasures” you start smiling, “i was wondering if all of you were free next week friday?” lucy is the first one to speak up,

“why, baby?” she was scared you were inviting them to your house.

“well, lucia” giggles were heard and lucy glares in the general direction,

“my movie premiere is that day and i would love nothing more than for all of you to come”

excited chatter and smiles amongst the group occurs, you smiling brightly at everyone and becoming slightly shy, you slowly move up to lucy, grabbing her hand for some comfort, her immediately giving it to you when she places a kiss on your cheek and holding you close. her fake grudge disappearing.

everyone told you they would be there and began to walk to the pitch for training. lucy holding you back and kissing you passionately,

“listen here, woman. you move away from me like that again and you’ll lose privileges”

“woah what! what privileges” you pout,

“um, well. i don’t know yet but you will!” she points her finger at you and you place a kiss on it. she can’t help the smile that takes over her face when you do so.

“go on bronze, training time” you push her towards the pitch, placing a kiss between her shoulder blades. she laughs brightly at you, “come and watch me?” you scoff offendedly at her,

“duh, i’m a wag” she smiles at you, grabbing your hand and making you sit in a spot she knew you would have direct view of her.

the whole training session, she purposely flexes her muscles, legs and arms putting on a show for her special girl. she knew you were freaking out right now, her suspicion correct when she sees you sitting in your spot with wide eyes, hands covering your mouth. she grins at you, waving her hand hello, laughing when you didn’t wave back, just shaking your head in response.

—

it was premiere day, unfortunately, you had to get ready separately from lucy, you woke up extra early to buy her a bouquet of flowers and writing her a note:

hello my love,

can’t wait to see you later, sexy

sorry we couldn’t get ready together, stay tuned for the dress reveal on the red carpet,

i love you, baby,

see you soon

<3 your love, (y/n)

she immediately calls you when she finds the note, you answer on the first ring, “hiya baby!” you gleam,

“my lovely girl, i’m so excited to see you! did you get your gift” she questions,

“what gift-”

as if on cue, your hotel door has a knock, and you open the door to the biggest bouquet of flowers you had ever seen, you quickly accept and go back to your phone.

“baby! we’re soulmates i think, same idea”

“oh we’re definitely soulmates, baby girl” you can hear the smirk in her voice.

“i’ll let you go baby, i’d so give you a big kiss right now so pretend please” she mocks

“yes bronzey, you got it!” she laughs at you through the phone, hanging up the phone after you both say goodbye.

—

you looked good. you looked so good, you were honestly worried for the well-being of your girlfriend. there was a little backstage area that you were waiting in, lucy and the other girls were set to come soon, as you wanted to take as many pictures with them as possible, as well as needing your date for the movie premiere of course.

the england girls start to fill up the room, everyone gasping when they see you, telling you how beautiful they look.

“holy fuck, (y/n/n)! you look so hot!” leah exclaims, running to give you a gentle hug, not wanting to ruin your outfit or hair.

“thanks lee lee” you smile at her, the rest of the girls coming over and chatting with them, so happy they were able to make it.

in nature, your girlfriend always the last one, comes in and her jaw drops when she sees you. she walks outside of the room when she sees you.

“lucy!” you exclaim as she leaves the area, she comes back in, extremely red at your appearance. the girls move away from both of you, engaging in their own chatter before it was time to walk out.

“baby” she breathes out closing her eyes, “you look breathtaking, so incredibly gorgeous” you blush at her words,

“oh stop it” you gasp,

“no, you look beautiful and you need to know it” she grabs your hips and gives them a light squeeze.

you placed your arms on her biceps, lightly scratching exposed arms from her vest.

“look at you missy, you look amazing” you shamelessly check her out and she squeezes your hips again.

“i want to kiss you so bad but i don’t want to mess up your lips” she says, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips.

“give me a peck then, baby, don’t leave me hanging” you pucker your lips up and she places a sweet kiss on your lips, smiling as you wipe your lip product off her lips. you hear your name being called, lucy places her hand on the small of your back as she directs you to the carpet. the girls cheering as you walk past, you wave and tell them that you want pictures with all of them and they all nod excitingly.

you and lucy take the carpet, everyone excited to see the both of you, numerous pictures being taken of you together and solo. you gesture for the girls to come out and they all rush onto the carpet. you standing with them and sharing cheesy grins, having so much fun with your girlfriend and your shared friends.

after some more pictures and interviews, everyone moved into the theatre. you and lucy sat in the front row with the rest of the girls. you get called up for a speech, everyone cheering as you make your way to the stage.

you smile brightly, making eye contact with lucy and she winks at you for encouragement.

“uh hello everyone! welcome to the movie premiere of (movie name)!” everyone cheers again, “thank you everyone for making it out today, i’m so excited for you all to see our hard work for the past 2 years, i want to first thank my family for their love and support” you pause as people cheer, “i also want to thank all the fans and staff that made this movie possible, i’d also like to thank my lovely friends who came today, also known as the lionesses who have been nothing but supportive for this film” everyone cheers louder, mainly the team themselves,

“finally, i want to thank my person, my soulmate, lucy” you look at her as you speak, “baby, thank you for being authentically you” you start to choke up slightly, taking a deep breath before you speak again, “lucy has been there for me through everything, she held me when i cried, endlessly giving me hugs and kisses and telling me that she’s proud of me everyday. i’m proud to be your partner and hopefully a future bronze” you wiggle your left hand and everyone laughs, you look at lucy, both of you lightly crying and her smiling up at you with so much love and adoration.

“thank you for everything, baby, i love you” she mouths the words back at you and you smile, lightly wiping your tears.

“now let’s get this show on the road, enjoy everyone and let’s go england!” everyone cheers loudly as you make your way over to your seat, the girls smiling at you, many of them with matching tears in their eyes.

as soon as you sat down next to lucy, she grabs your hand and places her other hand on your chin, directing your eyes to her.

“i’m so proud of you, my love, i love you so much” she smiles at you, a tear rolling down her cheek, you move your free hand to wipe it off and return the smile.

“i love you more, baby”

the movie went exceptionally well, everyone absolutely loving it and it skyrockets on the charts. england winning their tournament also. you and lucy were both so proud of each other. both of you doing what you do best. and by the way, you were made a bronze, both of you even more proud about that.

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[sucker4colby]

5 star Spa Treatment ( Smut +18)

Warning: smut ! Short story

Summary: Colby is supposed gets distracted while filming a spa video with his girlfriend.

Word count : 694

Pairing: Colby Brock x female reader

If Colby had an obsession it had to be with your boobs, since the day he met you he had a fixation on them. Sure he noticed your pretty face and he fell in love with your personality but the moment he saw you with your string top on he couldn't help but eye the way your breast rest perfectly on your chest. His eyes kept glancing down to the buds that peaked through the thin material of your shirt. So early on in your friendship you noticed his liking towards them, he would take any chance to cuddle so he could lay right on your chest.

He never went beyond that, respecting your boundaries as friends but it didn't stop him from visualizing how it would feel to lay on them bare, How the soft skin would feel in his palms. So when you guys took it a step further and became official he couldn't get enough of them. He gave the most BS excuses to be able to hold them, he once told you that statistics said it would improve his mental health therefore it was a need which resulted in an eye roll from you.

You had convinced him to let you do his skincare for your channel promising a whole spa experience. You had him lay down on the bed fluffing up the pillows for him and setting your camera besides the bed facing you guys. You had started off with cleansing his face giving him kisses in between as a reward . When you got to microblading your back started aching from leaning over him so you moved to sit on his lap straddling his waist and leaning forward for the perfect angle. Sure it enough it was the perfect angle for Colby as well, your boobs were basically spilling out of your tube top. Every back and forth motion of your arm making them bounce making him hold back a moan.

He wrapped his hands around your bare thighs gently adjusting you on his stomach so you wouldn't feel his dick hardening. Still oblivious to what your actions were doing to him you reached over him to grab a cleansing pad pushing your plump tits towards his face. Allowing his intrusive thoughts to win he reached forward yanking the thin material down causing your boobs to spill out completely. Letting out a surprised Yelp you covered them with your arms jumping back on his torso with wide eyes. " Colby!" You scowled him reaching down to pull your top back up only for him to slap your hand away.

He reached behind you placing a hand on your back and pushed you forward breast bouncing in his face as he placed your nipple in his mouth. Letting out a gasp at the sensation you arched your back placing your hands on his chest to avoid falling over. “Colbs” you moaned as he nippled on the already swollen bud before switching over to your other breast. Remembering the camera was still on you pushed off his chest, he chased your nipple only for you to push him back. Pulling your top back over your breast you got off the bed and went to turn off the camera.

“We can’t use any of this baby.” You pouted trying to decide if anything was salvageable. “ you should send it to me …..for research purposes?” Colby told you smirking as he laid with his arms crossed behind his head looking proud of himself. You rolled your eyes placing the camera in the corner and then going to lay down in the spot next to him. Laying on your side so you could look at him with your head resting on your hand you asked “what now”.

Colby rolled over raising an eyebrow before tugging your shirt down again and grabbing your brushed bud in between his fingers tugging on it. Listening to the small moan that left your mouth he smiled. “ you can let me finish what I was doing?” He asked not waiting for an answer as he rolled you on top of him so he could connect his mouth to your breast.

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Hope you guys enjoy !

Im sorry it was such a short story ! 

[kingofthe-egirls]

how about an God au with gear 5 luffy?

He's the sun god bored out of his mind until a new girl, Y/N arrives in town. Y/N is a new temple maiden by the way.

He's quickly enamored with her as she is sweet and kind to everyone, but he doesn't like that she has sutiors. She turned them all down though.

One gets handsy to her discomfort but Luffy intervenes with a lightning strike and people see it as an omen and Y/N becomes off limits!

One day to his luck, Y/N arrives to his temple to do cleaning at night, he appears to meet her. Saying he has been watching her since she arrived.

And with some soft coaxing, Luffy starts to spend a real steamy time with her. There won't be a part of her he won't touch! Or taste!

And through that time he makes Y/N his goddess! Which kind of Goddess is up to you!

i have done my best

SUN GOD AU: LUFFY x Y/N

(cw: sun god!au, sorta spoilers, sfw, cheek kiss, reader can't see luffy, food mention)

(a/n: okay so sorry this took so long, this is sorta what i have so far, i just haven't written the smut yet. it's sorta plot heavy, so i hope you still enjoy this!)

words: 1.1k

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Sun God Nika is bored. 

She's dusting the altar again, singing to herself. He peers down from the marble pillars, legs wrapped around the column as he stares at her working. She's wearing a soft chiton, pastel pink like the rose petals she sprinkles on the golden offering dish. Luffy'd much prefer meat.

"Hmm," he stares down at her, swinging upside down from the pillar. She doesn't see him yet. He wonders if he should say something, maybe get her attention. Most priestesses can see him, if he speaks up. She's singing now, murmuring little lullabies with a songbird's voice. 

Luffy smiles.

She's pretty.

So he spirals down the marble pillar, letting his limbs snap back to his torso with a whack as he lands. He stands, grinning, his fists on his hips. He's shirtless, wearing nothing but his clouds and snow-white shorts. His sash swishes violet around his waist, as he steps up behind her with a shit-eating grin on his face. He's sending out rays of sunlight, he can tell, since she's all lit up sparkly and gold as he approaches her. 

She's sweeping as she hums, brushing away the dried rosebuds and sunflower seed shells from this week's previous offerings. He likes the seeds, but since he can't eat roses he wishes she'd leave the petals out of it. She stops, suddenly. She shifts, as she starts to sense his presence.

She turns, and Luffy stands with his biggest grin to greet his newest friend.

She's staring right at him, but her eyebrows are furrowed as she scans the room. He waves. 

"Hi!"

She screams.

"Ah!" She yelps, jumping in place as she drops the broom. It clatters to the floor, scattering shells and petals everywhere. She swirls around, shaking visibly in surprise. "Wh-what the fuck?! Is there someone here?" She's breathing heavily, nostrils flaring as she tries to keep her cool. Her soft dress sways around the scattered rosebuds. Luffy's confused.

"Hello?" He says again, head tilted. She stares at the space he's occupying, but sort of past it. Luffy waves again, but she doesn't respond. Oh. She can't see him.

That's a first.

"Huh!" He says, stumped. But then he gets an idea, and he's smiling again as he saunters up to her. "It's me!" He smacks a kiss on her cheek, expecting the swoon he usually gets, but she screams and slaps him in the face. She scrambles backward, swiping up her broom to wield in front of herself like a bo staff. She's flushed, chest heaving in fear. 

Oh.

Luffy scrunches his lips to the side: he's somehow made a mistake. 

Nami, his sister-goddess (she governs stars, currency, and navigation), would smack him upside the head for something like this. He frowns, sitting cross-legged in midair as he stares at the frightened human. She swallows heavily, starting to shuffle around to behind the altar. She looks like she's going to bolt at any second.

"Okay, okay, sorry!" He waves his hands in surrender, but then drops them as he realizes she can't see his gestures. He casts about him, searching for a way to calm her down. "Ah…uhh," he swirls around to the other side of the altar with her, sending as much radiance and light as he could. "See that? See the sunlight?" He asks hopefully, seeing the gold reflections in her eyes.

She stares.

"S-sorta…," she allows, still brandishing her bo-staff-broom. 

Luffy snickers, setting his feet down on the marble floor. His sandals crunch over the scattered shells. "It's me! Sorry ya can't see me, I dunno what that's about…" He frowns, scanning over her face. She seems like she can see other stuff, like how she stares at the rose petals and the flickering candle lights. Or her own fists wrapped tight around the handle of her broom.

"Here," he says softly, alighting his fingertips onto the tip of the handle. He pushes it down, just so she can feel his weight manipulating objects in the mortal world. She gasps, but doesn't drop the broom. He slowly slides his hand down the handle, until his fingertips are almost touching hers. He doesn't want to scare her again, so this time he asks. 

"S'okay if I touch ya?"

She hesitates, but nods.

So he softly traces the backs of her knuckles, before wrapping his hand around her fist. She's smaller than him. She seems to glow a little bit, being touched by a god. She breathes in a sigh of relief, shoulders visibly relaxing. She lets go of the broom with one hand, letting her fingers tangle with his invisible ones. She's soft as feathers.

"Doesn't hurt, does it?" He asks cheekily, and she smiles as she shakes her head.

"S'warm," she confesses, letting his fingers trail up her inner forearm to dance at the crease of her elbow. She scrunches her nose, "Tickles."

"Shishishi," Luffy snickers and pulls away. He sits back up in midair, legs crisscrossed under him. "So, what's it like serving me? S'fun so far?" He tilts his head, floating along behind her as she sets the broom to the side. She seems much more comfortable now, since she knows he's real. She's all melty and relaxed, like she's been sunbathing for a while.

She smiles dreamily, fingers playing in her hair. It's decorated with gold jewelry, with a sparkling jewel at the center of her forehead. Third eye, Nico Robin would call it. She's much better at this spiritual stuff than Luffy is, truthfully. But his temple priestess is suddenly flustered again, except this time she's blushing instead of breathing heavily. 

"Oh, um! I should have offered you sunflowers, or something–"

"You're good!" He's sick of flowers, "Is there any meat instead?"

"Meat?"

Luffy flicks a sunflower seed off the gold offering dish. He sits on the marble slab, relaxing amid the candles with his head propped up on his hand. "S'my favorite! Any kind of meat will do," he watches her cast about breathlessly, a soft blush decorating her cheeks.

She's cute.

Luffy likes her, he decides, although he'd already liked her singing. 

She shakes her head, comma of displeasure forming between her eyebrows. "I-I don't think so… I'd have to go to the market," she twists her fingers in front of her, tangling them in the soft pink fabric of her dress. She stares to the left of where Luffy stands. "Is…that okay?"

"Sure!" Luffy chirps, sliding his warm hand into hers. She blushes ferociously, but she squeezes his hand in comfort, anyway. He swings their arms between them as he starts leading her toward the front door. "Let's go!"

She stops, stricken. "Wh-what?"

Luffy snickers, "Let's go together! Cmon, it'll be an adventure!"

She swallows, letting him start dragging her back towards the door. She scuffs her sandals along the sandstone floor, but she doesn't refuse. "Okay," she says quietly, "I think I'd like an adventure," she smiles at him, sorta to the side, and Luffy beams back. He squeezes her hand.

"Let's have an adventure, then!"

She smiles, and lets Luffy drag her all the way to the town square.

[partycatty]

i am so desperate to top dark star!johnny he makes me so horny mad, like someone humble that son of a bitch. it so doesn’t fit him to be topped but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

UGHHH UR SO ME FR!!!! LMFAOOAAO i love pathetic men!!!! i love projecting my kinks onto my fics — WHAAAT WHO SAID THAAAT????

for those unfamiliar with dark star!johnny

dark star!johnny cage > payback

you have had it up to HERE with the white man's utter nonsense.

warnings: you humble evil johnny sexually. 😀 no but fr this is nsfw, bratty johnny and he hates it, he says "stop" and "no" but we all know he's lying and he loves it (afab reader)

notes: i was so excited to write this i don't even think it's coherent i'm literally barking gnawing frothing foaming i crawled to my pc to boot up the game to make gifs of him for future use bc i know DAMN well i will come back to this clown

masterlist &lt;3

i will microwave him.

part 1* / part 2* / part 4* / part 5* / part 6*

•lord have mercy where do i even begin.

•alright, so let's paint a picture here.

•dark star!johnny may have stupid amounts of money, but he's a fucking idiot. he didn't spend a single cent on you for christmas! he'd argue with you for hours, saying both "i am the gift!" and "i buy you enough shit the rest of the year and now you want more?"

•when you argue to the point of running out of new things to bring up, you decide to angrily drop the topic entirely and move on with life. that is, until you hear johnny's muffled voice call from you from upstairs as you begin to prep dinner several days after the holiday.

•"sweet cheeks, a hand would be nice!" he shouts, a suspiciously evident grin in his tone of voice. you roll your eyes as his persistent cocky nature, but your frown turns into a little gasp when you open the bedroom to your shared door.

•this absolute idiot is sitting face down ass up on your silk sheets, tied down nice and tight with a thick red ribbon. a bow rests on his neck and broad chest. The Coat is discarded on a chair beside the bed, but everything else is still on. he smushes his cheek against the sheets as he desperately tries and cranes his head to look at you.

•"heeeey babe," he'll meekly greet you, shimmying his shoulders. "i, uh. i was going to surprise you. but i kinda fell forward and couldn't get back up. it was supposed to be a sexy pose but i tied my arms down before anything else and i can't prop myself up."

•"you're a dumbass," you reply back with a frown, not entirely amused as much as he is. "you think this makes up for your fuckup?"

•"...yes?"

•"no! and you know what? i'm gonna fucking enjoy this whether you like it or not!" you sigh with exasperation, slapping his clothed ass pretty hard, the sound of contact echoing in your large bedroom. he lets out a whiny shout, trying to tug his hips away from you out of desperation and ending up flopping onto his back.

•"hey! not fucking funny. i hate when you do that," he'll complain with a scowl, but his protests are hard to take seriously when he flips over and reveals an angry boner throbbing against his pants.

•"yeah, that's why you have a raging hard-on," you reply with a dramatic groan, grabbing a handful of his thick shaft through his dress pants. he yelps again, twitching his hips upward as you feel his heartbeat through his cock. "i'm not helping you up, johnny. this is payback. for christmas."

•you climb on top of him, hovering your lips right above his in a sickeningly sweet way. johnny, like the needy whore he is, tries to lift his head up and capture your lips, but you cut the attempt short when you expertly undo his belt in a swift one-handed motion and squeeze his dick through his boxer briefs. his once puckered lips open to let out a deep, strained whine, and you feel a warm wetness in his pants as you milk the pre-cum from his tip with your grasp alone.

•ohhh he is in AGONY. ds!johnny literally HATES when he's not in control, and even though he feels his dick get impossibly harder, he's still writhing at the thought of not being the leader.

•"come on, dollface," he'll try to protest with furrowed brows, but you see the way he bites his bottom lip. "don't play mean. that's not how this was meant to go."

•you don't even reply to his annoyance, you just stick a finger between his neck and the ribbon around it, tugging it and sending a wave of pressure on the sides of his neck. his eyes involuntarily roll back as you temporarily choke him with his own doing.

•"you're gonna take it, aren't you? the torture?" you ask, palming him through his underwear and holding his face close to yours. his expression contorts instantly at your roughness. "how are you gonna fucking like it when i treat you like shit?"

•"you'll regret it," he groans out in an attempted threat, but it ends up sounding more breathy and gravely than intended. "you'll fucking regret crossing me like this."

•he's literally the one that had the genius idea to tie himself up. he's a Grade A idiot for putting himself in the situation to begin with. or maybe he likes it :)

•you hastily tug your own pants off, shaking your leg to throw them aside. once you're free of the fabric, you pull down johnny's pants too, since he hasn't got the ability to do it on his own. sure enough, his underwear is already definitely stained, and yours is getting there. the sight along made a wetness pool in your panties. something about such a cocky, annoying man finally being put in his place was starting to drive you a little wild as you straddle his hips.

•you shove your panties aside and settle them in the crack between you pussy and thighs, and return the gesture to your boyfriend by tugging his waistband down and unleashing his little jonathan (sorry). his pink, angry cock springs free and slaps against your tummy. you giggle.

•"ha, ha. very funny. untie me now," johnny whines again with a frustrated tone, but there's a hint of blush on his cheeks as he looks away from your body on top of his. his anger contorts into needy moans when you wrap your fingers around his dick, stroking at a medium pace and coating himself in his own precum. "ngh, fuck — stop it, i'm not fucking playing around — aah —"

•his back hopelessly arches as you lazily stroke his dick. when you decide he's hot and ready enough for the real thing after he turns into a blabbering mess, you hover above his dick and grab two fistfuls of the ribbons; one on his neck and one on his chest. his pretty lips part as he catches his breath from the sudden movement, eyes darting across your features.

•as he tries to make sense of your bold move, you sink down onto his throbbing cock and fully take him in your walls. he's unable to writhe and squirm as you hold him in place firmly. johnny's eyebrows knit together and he swiftly moves his head to the side, his sunglasses crooked and dropping on his hooked nose. when he finally gets the strength to look down at your pussy engulfing his length, he whines at the beautiful sight and involuntarily bucks up to relieve the strain. you immediately let out a little shout of discipline and pull his upper body toward you.

•"my pace or no pace," you warn through gritted teeth. "don't pull that shit again."

•"or what?" he replies with a cocky grin, his horniness absolutely dripping from his voice. "you don't scare me." as he tries to play right back, you slam yourself down on his cock again without warning, his tip kissing your cervix invitingly. his eyes widen and he yelps out pathetically before turning it into an angry groan. "you're such a fucking bitch. i hate you."

•he starts to spew more utter nonsense about hating you and you being a bitch as you start to actually ride him, for once at your own pace. he's typically fucking up into you but this time he's tied down and taking it like a good boy! you needed this, though, to let out your frustrations with him lately. it's incredibly funny that, yes, he could technically just start bucking his hips into you, but you take note that he's actually listening to your threat and allowing himself to be used. you remind yourself to ask him to top him more often. i doubt he'd say yes.

•your pace becomes a relentless combination of slamming his cock and grinding on it to stimulate your clit, and johnny has now turned into a whimpering mess. his perfect hair was sticking to his forehead and flying out in all directions, his sunglasses were just barely hanging onto the bridge of his nose. all the while, he's still sputtering complains about being used and begging you to stop, but they sound hungrier than disgusted. your deep moans drown out his whines and cries, and you frankly don't really care about how he feels.

•you've officially fucked him stupid. he can't even get a proper word out as he's now trying to literally break the ribbons and give him access to his hands, but he's so horny he can't find the strength he typically has.

•"b... stop — babe — 'm gonna cum if you — aah, oh you fucker —" johnny starts to twitch and whimper, thrashing his head side to side as he gets closer toward release. you don't really give a shit though, as you're now chasing your own orgasm as your grinding becomes increasingly uneven. you grab hold of his neck to stabilize yourself, and the coil in your core snaps, your body sending waves of blissful pleasure through your entire being. you're violently reminded of your boyfriend's impending load when he throws away all command you gave him and starts fucking up into your sensitive pussy, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he pathetically tries to get himself there, too.

•you're acutely familiar with how his cock throbs when he's about to cum, and you use this information to your advantage as you abruptly pull yourself up and away right as he shoots his load. he lets out a damn near cry for help as he makes a complete mess of himself. it shoots up high, painting his stomach and chest as his hips thrust into nothing.

•"YOU FUCKING —" he groans out, eyes clenched shut as his desperation makes him act out. "I WANTED TO CUM INSIDE. YOU KNOW THAT'S MY FAVORITE. AND YOU RUINED A PERFECTLY NICE SHIRT!"

•all you do is return to straddling his hips, sliding your panties back into place and catching your breath.

•"but you look better like this," you reply lowly, taking a flat palm and putting it on his stomach. "all tied down and fucked out. i could get used to it. besides, this was my gift, wasn't it?"

•as his head tilts back to regain his composure, you snap a quick photo of his cum-stained shirt, flushed expression, and weeping dick.

•"consider this payback," you chuckle, wiggling the photo in front of his eyes. "i might just post this everywhere if you don't get me anything for my birthday next."

•"delete that, you cunt," he hisses back, once again trying to free himself. "untie me now. fun's over."

•"nah, i'm good," you reply, your annoying boyfriend being restrained giving you a dangerous amount of confidence. "i think i'll just leave you here. not before cleaning up your cum with your coat, maybe."

•"DO NOT USE MY COAT. IT WAS EXPENSIVE."

[suguruilyx]

yuuji x ftm reader Headcannons! (+ megumi)

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Sfw!

-he’ll make you take binder breaks if you haven’t got top surgery!

-If you are feeling insecure about your body, or are being bullied for it, first he’ll beat the shit out of them, then cuddle, and kiss you all over

for example:

—

“are you ok sweetie?” He kissed you all over your face “my sweet boy, are you?” He asked you that every 1 minute , you nodded everytime, not wanting to worry him any further.

“m’ok yuu..just tired” you sniffed up your snot, that was about to run out, he wiped your tears “ok..ok let’s rest up then, ok?” He kissed your forehead, once again, before falling asleep holding you.

—

-if you DID get top surgery, without a doubt, yuuji would kiss your scars when you guys are lying down in bed, or he’ll just simply trace them with his finger, or even draw stars on them ^^

For example:

you giggled as you felt yuujis finger trace your scars, him giving them little kisses “yuuji..” you smiled “hm? What is it?” He asked scooting up to your neck, nesting his head into your neck, as he starting kissing it.

“I was thinking about..mh..g—going on a date” you whimpered, as he suckled at your neck “hm….ok” he continued sucking.

— -He shares all his clothes with you, no questions asked, the idea of you walking around in his clothes makes him so happy :D

—-

nsfw! (Skip if needed)

-he absolutely loves the sounds that come out your mouth, it gets him more aroused, slamming himself into you harder, his thrusting getting faster.

-ok this may sound mean but I don’t find yuuji one to last long, probably only lasts like 2-3 minutes, but he has a bunch of stamina…8-9 rounds at tops.

-if you want, he lets you top sometimes, when you do he becomes all submissive as you ride his cock.

-he’s a superrrr soft dom, but if you are bratty, I don’t think he’ll be as caring.

-probably shares you with megumi

-for his cock….hmmm…I’d say 6-7 inches? Hes cock isn’t that big to him so he tries his best to reach your sweet spot, but since he doesn’t think he’s big enough for you he usually puts you in a full Nelson, he’s more of a girthy guy sooo, his girth is 4 inches

for example:

—-

Such a good boy for me,” he kissed your pussy gently, eyes catching yours making you moan, your back arching. “So handsome,” kiss “so gorgeous” kiss

“yuuji….~hng..” you moan, “you taste so good my love, I can stay like this forever,” he said as he continued to rub his thumb on your clit, “y—yuuj-! Mgh!~” you yelped, you were so close, but yuuji stopped toying with you “uh-uh-uh sorry baby, you can only cum when I say so m’kay?” He cooed, your body shaking, your hair started to stick to your forehead, drool started falling down from your mouth, yuuji almost came, you looked you handsome “ how about this my prince, we can cum together, hm?” you nodded so fast, your cunt getting wetter and wetter at the second, grinding on his leg, he didn’t notice until you started mowing louder “yuuj-“ megumi cut off as he saw you two, “Megs! U-uhm..um.” it was silent for at least 5 minutes, you broke the silence with a loud moan, the both of them were confused until yuuji looked down, you came all over the bed, and on yuujis leg, “hey megs, wanna join?” He grinned, megumi looked shocked for a moment but… “sure, why not.” Megumi shrugs.

“y-y-you two are kidding right?! I can’t fit the both of you at the same time.!” You cried out, megumi rubbing your clit, as he chuckled “you’re shaking honey” he kissed your forehead, “he just came fushi” yuuji replied, you were frozen with shocked, until you felt megumis mouth graze your pussy.

“g—gumi?! What are you doing” you shrieked “what does it look like?” He replied, “gah!~ mgh..!” You cried as yuuji slammed his cock into you, “let’s work together, k megs?” Yuuji said, megumi nodded and started to eat you out, as yuuji thrusted in and out.

“W—wait nu!~ s—sensitive…!” You wailed, grabbing at megumis hair, trying to pull him back from licking your cunt, “hes gettin close megs” yuuji moaned as you tightened around him.

“s—stop gumi!! I-I-it’ll go all over!” You whined, and whined until yuuji slammed into you your mouth open as you let out a silent scream.

you came all over megumis face, and yuujis lap “ff-fuck…[name]…you got so tight I couldn’t pull out” yuuji whimpered, “some of your cum got in my eye” megumi grinned.

megumi licking yuujis cum out of your hole, “baby? You alright?” Yuuji asked as your eyes fluttered, one of your eyes half lidded and the other one fully open, they somehow knocked you into sub-space “honey?” Megs whispered “mmh…m’o-ok, m’…” you slurred and your words sounded more short.

“tired…” you murmured before falling asleep in yuujis arms, “ahh..no fair…” yuuji pouted, megumi looked up st yuuji “wanna fuck him till he wakes up?” Oh boy, once you wake up your tummy’s going to be full of their cum. :(

[ghostyycat7]

The healer and the hunter -Zoro-

Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Readers name and gender is not mentioned.

A/N: This is just a small thing I thought about. I might make this into a series for Zoro

WC: 939

You had been on Luffy’s crew since almost day one. The straw hats found you on an abandoned island. You were on a pirate crew, but the waves and the storm that your crew passed through caused a wreck. You were no captain but only a healer. The pirate’s kidnapped you once they learned you were a healer. That doesn’t matter now. You're on Luffy’s crew; The straw hat pirates.

You and the others were currently at The Baratie. A fancy 5 star restaurant. You’ve been there for only a day and everything has turned to shit. Luffy was washing dishes, Usopp was getting drunk off his ass, Nami and Zoro were playing some alcoholic game, and you were sitting next to some man at the bar. You don’t know him, but he started talking to you. You’ll admit you're pretty drunk and you can’t help but be a flirt when you're drunk. Even though you were a flirtatious drunk, this man was not it for you. You’d rather have Zoro than anyone in this room. You couldn’t talk to him when he’s busy drinking, so you sat at the bar and kept taking shots and sips of your drink.

A little later Usopp came up to you and started lying to the people around you. He was telling a tale about how you saved a sea beast. You could hardly hear anything or anyone thanks to the alcohol. You did make out the sound of Zoro shutting up Usopp, “hey, Stop talking about her and talk about your own stories”. You weren’t sure why Zoro said that, but you were kinda glad since the last time someone heard you were a healer you were kidnapped. The next thing that happened shocked you. Two large arms snaked around your waist then picked you up. You yelped at the sudden grab. You tried to get out of the mystery arms till the person spoke, “calm down”. It was Zoro’s voice. You angrily replied to him, “I can’t calm down if you don’t tell me you're picking me up”. You’re not sure where he’s taking you but it was out of the restaurant, then to the Going merry. He took you all the way to your room. You were so drunk that when he laid you down in your bed you passed out.

You woke up the next morning with a painful headache, but not as painful as what was about to happen next. You walked into the gallery to see nami yelling at Zoro, Usopp looked scared, and Luffy had a confused expression on his face. Once Nami had stopped yelling you spoke up, “What is going on here?”. Nami replied very angrily, “ Zoro is going to get himself killed”. She continued to yell at Zoro. At the end of it Zoro ended up saying, “You said it yourself last night you ‘don’t have any friends’”. With that Nami stormed out of the room leaving everyone. Luffy talked to Zoro then left with Usopp. “I know you were screamed at for an hour, but what is going on?” you didn’t want to disturb Zoro as he cleaned his swords. Zoro lifts his head, “Why do you care?”. You sat down on a chair in the gallery, then shrugged at his question. “Maybe because I enjoy having you around. It’s nice to have a real fighter. Plus I enjoy the times….” your words slowly drift off as you thought back on the late nights with Zoro.

~Both you and Zoro would spend nights together when neither of you could sleep. It was enjoyable and calming. Sometimes you’d spend the night in silence, other times someone would talk, or both of you would talk. One time he tried to train you so that way if you needed to you could use a sword. It didn’t work out very well. You had slipped and grabbed onto his shirt. You fell onto the hardwood floor and Zoro landed right on top of you.~

Your thoughts were interrupted by Zoro’s voice, “You enjoy what times?”. You look up into Zoro’s eyes. “Remember when you tried to teach me how to use a sword” he nods his head, “But then i slipped and you fell on top of me”. He nods his head again. “What does that have to do with me fighting Mihawk?” he asks. “Well I’m just saying don’t die out there because I want to enjoy more of those kinds of moments with you”. You got up from your chair and walked out of the gallery. 

You were in the baratie at the bar when you saw the famous Mihawk walk by you, then sit down a few chairs away. You got up from your chair and sat down by him. “Listen I know you're going to duel Zoro today, I also know he’s not as strong as you. Injure him as you please but don’t kill him” You didn’t look at Mihawk as you said this. “Injure him as I please but don’t kill him. Those are strong words” You can feel Mihawk’s yellow eyes on you. “I’m a healer, so if you hurt him then I can fix the wounds. I can’t fix death” You finally look him in his eyes. He nods his head, “Fine if he doesn’t win then I’ll only injure him, but that's all I can say. It’s up to him if he wants to be killed”. Mihawk then gets up from his seat. Right before he exits the room he says one last thing to you, “The fight is about to begin”.

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[thirdtidemouse]

i have to do more bc she isnt rly brought to life yet.. she will change a LOT... but this is dylan :-] (hammarlund? underhill?) i couldn't not do a hilda oc and i couldnt not make it a nervous werewolf. she stresses herself out but is surprisingly organised about cooking, one of the famously stressful activities. she spends a full day planning out a meal, cooking for herself and kaisa (thank god. that nerd cannot cook) and then asks for detailed reviews.

she is very stressed out about being a werewolf though. she has just finished being a teenager and this is kind of that all over again. she does not want ANYONE to find out and confides reluctantly only in kaisa. what she fears is people fearing her, and she feels like the moment her life has been pieced back together again, she's losing grip, again. it's almost a black hound situation when the people of trolberg hear about a werewolf sneaking around. some episode centred around the mystery ensues.

she likes food + music! although she's more of an amateur at music, she owns + plays a guitar, a mandolin, a banjo, and a harmonica. very folksy. she has a swedish-welsh accent. try and imagine it please.

the default sister dynamic is kaisa getting home from work late (she probably lives in a flat in/around the library), and dylan being in the midst of homemade ravioli or something with a sauce that took 6 hours. kaisa asks about her day to be polite. dylan tells her about the sauce that took 6 hours, a long hike, 3 different invasive plant species, a lot of butter, and the use of powertools. kaisa has been re-shelving niche history of magic books but got so caught up re-reading them that it also took up 6 hours. when they have eaten dylan asks for her opinion and scribes the whole thing down in her notebook as kaisa voices her 5 star yelp review. they do not ask anything else about each others days and interact mainly through dylan slow-motion fake-punching kaisa while she is trying to just hang out in the living room or do her work and is ignored. only when she is in a very good mood will kaisa fake-punch back. dylan has a lethal case of younger-sister-that-is-taller syndrome.

sorry for my handwriting but the vague outline of her backstory WHICH MAY PROBABLY CHANGE is:

from the time she was 8 and kaisa was 21, they lived alone together. kaisa became a full-fledged witch between then and age 25, when suspicion against witches was on the rise for a short while - dylan never became a witch, but the only trusted adults in her life (basically kaisa and tildy) were, and they decided it would be best for her to grow up somewhere less troublesome. they were both pretty messed up about her having to move away, dylan holding some kind of spite toward her sister for a while, and kaisa feeling incapable, guilty and ill-equipped to take care of her.

she went to school in wales at 12, living with as-yet-unspecified family members/friends, and while kaisa almost immediately regretted sending her away, dylan adjusted quickly and spent the rest of her school career there. after a few years she forgave kaisa, because she ultimately enjoys her life, but she is stilll missed at home. at 17 going on 18 she became a werewolf (whether she was bitten or it was always in her somewhere?) and four months later she finished sixth form and called kaisa out of the blue asking if she could come and move in. since they didn't live in trolberg before, she's new to the city.

i will write more cohesively about her relationships to other characters/flesh her out more later, ESPECIALLY the werewolf stuff, but now i have to go to bed. thank you for reading :-] feel free to ask/suggest anything about her!! i love discussing hilda ocs

by the way this is i think my first ever actual OC? i've made up others before but they've just been single designs i've never really thought much about their actual selves because i suck at writing. dylan is the first one thats really stuck. part of her is based off myself and people i know, most of her is not. the main similarity between us is double-denim.

this is fun though. critique is welcome

(obviously her werewolf self is a swedish elkhound. i know the design kind of just looks like a furry im working on it)

[rosyjn]

Girl, can you write dilf Jake sully taking care of an insolent RDA humam woman until she confess what he wants.

Like during the battle of the second movie (Neteyam didn't die)

They capture a woman thanks to Spider.

She refuses to talk, so Jake has to take things into his on hands and make her talk.

I want this man to make her feel so pleasured that she talk no stop.

And then after he gave her something like her 5 orgasm (she told him everything at this point) he leave her breathless on the floor, ready to tell Neytiri and the others (not the kids obly) everything.

(In this pls let's fake that both Jake and Neytiri have an open union)

alr here we go MDNI SMUTTT

warning overstim ROUGH ASS SEGGS btw

“Oh fuck! Fuck!” you’re practically screaming, head pressed into the floor. Your skin glistens with sweat and your legs shake but he shows no mercy. He just keeps pounding into you over and over again, roughly bottoming out at your cervix and then groaning. “Please please please! That’s all!” you yelp.

“I don’t believe you,” he grunts, smacking your ass before his large fingers travel to your clit. The added stimulation makes you unevenly squirt, wetting the floor. The tingle makes you back arch and your tight pussy clenches around his girth. You can hardly speak anymore. You’ve spilled out everything you know. Every single detail has been cried out by now. Every question has been answered.

“I swear! I promise!” you whine inbetween thrusts, your body shaking with each one. Your clit is swelled and sensitive by now, the walls of your cunt are desperately sucking Jake in. He doesn’t stop. You’re writhing and sobbing with pleasure, not being able to distinguish if you’re in pain or not. It doesn’t stop him. He ruts over and over into your sore pussy.

“I don’t think you’re telling the truth, want Neytiri here?” he teases.

“Please, no sir!” you cry, knowing that if his wife joins, you might pass out from the pleasure. “I’ve- told you everything I know- promise!” you grab into the floor, feeling another orgasm coming.

“You think I’m torturing you, hm? You don’t even know what I could do to you if I wanted,” he says, reaching around and pinching your clit. You jump at the mix of pain and pleasure. Jake holds you in place, knowing you couldn’t escape his grasp even if your life depended on it. He ruthlessly fucks you, and you swear you can see stars. Tears roll down your cheeks into the floor. “Coming again? Fuck, how many times has it been now?” he degrades you.

“So many! Please, it’s been so many…” you mewl, thinking that you might just pop. Jake might just thrust straight into your womb. He speeds up, rushing the arrival of your orgasm until you scream and arch your back.

“Tight little pussy clamping around me,” he mutters, slapping your ass again. A mixture of his cum and your slick coat his balls. It drips down your thigh and shines off your vulva. “Think you deserve to stop now? Think you’ve told me everything?” he asks. You are almost unable to respond, fucked dumb. You have been at it with him for hours, just getting ravaged. You had been spread like an eagle just spilling words and RDA secrets until your throat grew sore from the speaking and moaning. Jake would fuck your mouth roughly right after, just to make sure.

“Y-ye-yes… yes s-sir,” you whisper, barely breathing and just trembling. He has to perk his ears up to hear you, and then he pulls out. You gasp, your walls clenching closed again and making a squelching noise while all your juices drip down. Jake pants, sitting back and watching his load. Your arched back relaxes, and you fall limp onto the floor, still shaking and crying.

“Ready to fess up to everyone?” he crouches over to look at your face. You desperately nod, needing a minute to catch your breath. He pats your back when he sees your response.“Alright, see you in a minute,” he gets up off the floor, grabbing your clothes and throwing them in your direction before tying his loincloth and leaving the tent.

it’s really short sorry!

[screams-in-writing]

Still editing ch 3 and going on to outline ch 4 based off how that ch ends. Tentatively going for an early Thursday/late friday post for ch 3, and if Mr. Puzzles behaves, a possible late sun/early Monday post for ch 4.

For now, have a little preview of a later chapter’s scene where the reader finds out that not only are those tv antenna on Mr. Puzzles’ head actually sensitive, but he’s also very much touch-starved.

Note: This is planned to take place ch 7 or ch 9, if all goes according to the outline. It may change, however, and may even change/be split between pov depending on where it falls when editing.

~ Curiously, you reached out to touch the crooked left antenna. 

Mr. puzzles stuttered, but continued to sing, a furrow appearing on the screen of his face as he turned his head toward the camera, as if trying to see what was on the other side. Likely he was unable to, with how many tvs were in the immediate area of the unused area of the strip mall (and powered on, despite the lack of people).

You touch the right antenna next, pinching the metal between thumb and forefinger. 

This time, Mr. Puzzles actually stopped singing altogether as he promptly spoke in a strained voice.

“Dear viewers, please stand by for a quick maintenance break!”

The screen switched over to a ‘please stand by’ screen with Mr puzzles’ tv head logo on it. But within moments, there was a sudden switch to static before Mr. Puzzles’ technicolor smile and digital eyes appeared on the screen before you, wearing a harried expression. 

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”  Mr. Puzzles asked. Then, with a flash of a sly smile. “Or were you trying to let me know that you’re enjoying the show?”

“Let my coworkers come back. They didn’t mean anything by their teasing.” You jabbed a finger at the screen. “You can’t just kidnap people to use like puppets in your little shows.”

“Little?” Mr. Puzzles sounded offended and incredulous. “I’ll have you know I always strive for a 5 star rating in everything I do. Little.” A scoff, as mr puzzles voice and expression switched again to become smug. Amused with what he was about to say, even if his voice was anything but. It was cooler and deeper. More indifferent yet also Curious. “What would you do if I don’t let them leave?”

“This.” You deadpanned, repressing a shiver over the tone shift as you reached over to sharply pinch both of Mr. Puzzles’ antenna. 

“Ah!”

Before Mr. Puzzles could say more, you squeezed the metal tight before giving it a sharp yank. You expected a yelp of pain or even a digital stutter, but it was quite the opposite. 

Was that…had that been a moan? 

“What in the-? Are you…are these actually sensitive?!” You let go of the antenna like they’d burned you as you took a step back. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize-I thought it was more like the equivalent of being poked or something for you.” You jumped a little when one of Mr. Puzzles’ hand, the arm attached to it, came out from beneath the TV to seize your hand. You thought he was going to bring you into his ‘show’, but that wasn’t what happened. 

Mr. Puzzles merely placed your hand back onto one of his antenna. 

“Absolutely not.” You attempted to pull your hand away, despite Mr. Puzzles’ continued hold of your wrist. “I’m not touching your antenna if they’re that sensitive.”

“Please.” Mr. Puzzles sounded like he was winded, even as he took on a pleading tone. “I liked it.”

“…I think we need to have a conversation about what exactly it is you want with my home town and why you keep popping up everywhere I show up after my roommates threatened you with a garbage disposal for following me around without me knowing it.” You said, eying Mr. Puzzles arm and then his screen of a face. Then, shaking your head, added. “I didn’t even realize that you could experience anything like a human. I thought you were a robot?”

“Mmm…more like a cyborg?” Mr. Puzzles mumbled. “I still have some of a human body. It’s just different than before.” The hand loosened its tight grip on your wrist but didn’t let go. “Please?”

no acknowledgment of how odd it was for someone you knew less than a month was so interested in following you about after work, where he had been ‘filling in’ for the hours you couldn’t work.

oh.

speaking of coworkers.

“Bring my coworkers back.” You countered as you moved your hand out of mr puzzles slackened grip.

Mr. Puzzles studied you for a moment, but must have seen something in your expression that made him sigh theatrically that you were serious. Then, he reluctantly retracted his arm back within the tv (somehow). 

Much faster than you expected, Mr. Puzzles let your coworkers go; you could hear them end up in the empty store next door with yells of surprise followed by confusion, and then at least one of the two burst into loud sobs of terror. 

Swifter than even letting your coworkers go, Mr. Puzzles sprang up off the table, and before you knew it, he’d crowded in on you against the wall. Eagerly, he bent down and shoved his screen into your shoulder, before subtly tilting his head to present his antenna to you. No concept of personal space whatsoever, even if Mr puzzles kept his hands to himself by brace it then on his legs. wait.

Oh no.

You’d inadvertently introduced Mr. Puzzles to another way to get attention from someone. 

Possibly attention from you in particular.

This being assumed, because Mr puzzles soon impatiently straightened up when you did nothing, and, gentler than before, grasped your hand and led you over to a chair. 

You sat down, confused, and ready to point out you ought to go check on your still brokenly sobbing coworker when Mr. Puzzles promptly removed his television head to place on your lap. 

So that was a thing.

Mr. Puzzles flashed an expression up at you in what he likely thought was a hopeful look, but it only came off as desperate and deranged. Aaaand his body had just sat down on another chair as it kind of just went…inert, with the hands resting on the top of the knees. 

Weird.  You distantly wonder why the body horror right before you didn’t draw a big reaction from you. Maybe you were in shock? Maybe you’d seen enough of Mr puzzles antics that day in your home and at the cafe that it didn’t seem any different than those times?

“If you’re going to interrupt my show, then perhaps you could show me why you thought it necessary to tug on my poor antenna?” A huff of breath, then a strained. “But don’t actually tug in them so harshly.” A pause. “Please?”

nope. not when you didn’t know if it was a tactile, platonic thing to mr puzzles to have his antenna touched (unlikely based off what you just saw and heard), or if it somehow brought a sensation of pleasure (more likely, and definitely not something a casual acquaintance asked of another).

yikes.

You don’t think that Mr. Puzzles anticipated that you would do something other than what he wanted. So he was in a shock of his own when you stand up, and totter along while carrying his television head out of the abandoned store with you.

This left mr puzzles to fumble around in the dark as he protested, muffled against where you carried him to your chest, the entire way to another store where you set his television head down, and poked the screen to get his attention.

A gasp of comical offense.

 Mr puzzles’ body could be heard running into something with a ‘thud’.

“You can’t do that to my coworkers.” You point to the screen and then to the general area where crying could be heard. “Especially not when you’re already covering for my work while my arm finishes healing up.” You lean in close to make sure mr puzzles was looking at you. “And you shouldn’t kidnap people in general where no one but you knows where they went. My coworkers friends and family were so worried when they were gone for nearly two days.”

sirens sound in the distance.

one of your coworkers called the cops? Or something unrelated?

Mr puzzles might have said something, to try and steer the conversation elsewhere or make up some flimsy excuse, but you were distracted by both the sirens and realization of the heat emanating from his screen. Since the body wasn’t there to grasp your wrist again, you reached out to rest your fingers on Mr. Puzzles’ screen again, ignoring the stutters and glitching that rose in his voice. 

Huh. 

He really did feel like one of those old tube televisions you’d had when you were younger, complete with the warm screen and fuzzy static sensation.

Mr. Puzzles’ voice eventually slipped into soft pleading. Something about not leaving fingerprints on his face, while you curiously traced along the outside of his screen. It didn’t occur to you in the moment that Mr. Puzzles had feeling in his screen of a face, though not as sensitive of a place as the antenna were.  You’d not even noticed the fact that Mr puzzles body had collapsed only feet from where you were, twitching before curling up and hugging itself to then begin to tremble. You only became aware of the body when its long gangly arms wrapped around your waist in a clingy hug that made you jump and accidentally knock mr puzzles head off the flimsy table to the floor.

The arms let go of you as mr puzzles’ body sprawled out on the floor with a groan of discomfort rising from the television set.

“would you care to try that again so I can get a good recording of that?” Mr puzzles sounded huffy, and displeased as he pat around the floor until he found his head. With a grumble, the tv man picked it up to turn on he screen toward you, mr puzzles wearing a slightly feral, unhinged expression.

you swiftly leave the empty store to go check on your coworkers. Mr puzzles did not follow, but you could hear a low laughter ring out from the room behind you along with a raised, falsely cheerful lilt of a farewell that sounded more like a threat.

“I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.” A little unhinged laughter trickled out. “I look forward to having another…stimulating conversation with you, my dear.”

Later, when you weren’t looking over your shoulder for Mr. Puzzles, you wondered why he let you touch his face, when he seemed so averse to anyone but him touching his television face, especially when you’d punched him in the screen not a month ago. Not only that, you also came out of the odd interaction with the knowledge that Mr. Puzzles could be successfully diverted from his hyper focus of turning your town into the greatest television show ever (or tormenting your coworkers in one of his shows) with just a touch to his inhuman head, and the antenna that stuck out of that ridiculous hat of his. 

[amazingmsme]

Restless ‘Til We Reach Home

A Lamb in Wolf’s Clothing (ch. 2)

AN: The long awaited second chapter & thunder saga is heeeere! I was getting ready to post it but stopped in my tracks when the thunder saga trailer dropped & realized how close it was & I knew what I had to do. Gotta say, Odysseus is real mean in this one. But hey, at least Hermes is there to balance it out!

Ch. 1 Ch. 3 Ch. 3.5 Ch. 4 Ch. 5

Polites felt as though he really needed to clear the air with Odysseus, but where to even start?

The captain was nowhere in sight, so he floated around the deck in search of him. He was still trying to get used to his new way of travel, but he liked to think he was getting the hang of it pretty well.

In the underworld, he couldn't fly. Then again, that was a place made for people like him. It was meant as a bastardized recreation of home, to provide the comfort of solid ground and company.

Polites thought back to Hades, and how despite how horrible he thought he looked, there was always someone around the corner who was worse. He had gotten used to the gruesome sights after a while. And as awful as it was to say, seeing them kept him humble. Because yes, things were bad, but at least he didn't have his entrails dragging behind him. Eurydice was one of the few who looked just as beautiful in death as she did in life.

Eurydice...

He wondered how she was holding up. It'd been hours for him since he'd left, but for her, who knows? Had only seconds passed, leaving her on the bank as she wondered what awaited him? Or had it already been a day, the loneliness beginning to set in? Even with the perspective of the real world, Polites found it difficult to gauge the passage of time down there. So wherever she was, however long it had been, he hoped she was doing well.

The sun was getting lower in the sky, inching towards the horizon. It would be dark soon. For now, the light shifted, reflecting off the clouds in vibrant golds and orangey pinks. It was the first sunset of his new life, signaling an end of an era and a new dawn on its way.

Night fell quickly, enveloping them in a blanket of stars and darkness. Polites looked for the moon in the sky, but it was nowhere to be found. Ah, a new moon.

If you were to ask him, he would say that the moonless sky was just as beautiful as a full moon night. He'd started various debates about it with other soldiers, encouraging them to just hear him out. Of course the full moon is beautiful, he never said it wasn't! The new moon may lack her silvery glow, but doesn't her absence make it all the more beautiful when she comes back? The darkness on nights like these provide the most clarity, offering to you all the stars you could ever wish to see.

Most people thought the night sky was only black, but oh how wrong they were. These are the impatient ones: those who never allow their eyes the time to adjust before they give up, going on about their night. But when you lay back and just allow yourself to study the canvas before you, the work of art will reveal itself with bold blues, greens, purples, and yes, even pinks.

Polites floated on his back, hovering mere inches above the deck as he stared up at the sky. By the Gods, how he'd missed it.

He didn't know he'd been crying until he heard heavy steps coming up the stairs, and he frantically wiped them away. He sat up just in time to see who was approaching.

Odysseus let out a startled yelp when he saw his friend's crumpled form lying on the deck, just as he looked before he died.

"Dear Zeus, you scared the shit out of me. What the hell are you still doing here?" he snapped, keeping his distance.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you, Captain," he said earnestly. "I-I was just watching the stars. It's such a beautiful night..." he mused, gaze turning upwards once more.

"I didn't mean why are you out here. I mean why didn't you go back to where you belong?" Odysseus asked in a harsh growl.

The warm, soft smile that had found his face was gone in an instant, "W-What?"

"If you're really Polites, you should be in the underworld. Isn't that right?" he cocked his head to the side, taking a threatening step forward.

Polites stared at him in complete and utter shock. "Odysseus... Why would you say such a thing?"

"Answer the question."

"I WAS IN THE UNDERWORLD! You were in the underworld! But- we made it out, together-"

"No, you stowed away," he clarified harshly. "There's a difference." He had backed Polites against the rail, continuing to advance until he was so close, their noses were almost touching.

"I-I thought you'd be happy to see me again!" he cried defensively. There was a flash of sadness, of forlorn longing across Odysseus's face, but it was gone in an instant. Polites continued, "I know I sure was... until you opened your mouth."

Odysseus scowled, "If you really are Polites... and I seriously fucking doubt it, then you have no idea what we've all been through since you left. So I don't much care for your holier than thou judgment."

Holier than thou-

"Is that what you think of me?" he asked, genuine hurt laced in his voice. "That I thought I was better than you?" His voice began to tremble, but he fought against it, although his words still came out in a wavering rasp through his weakened vocal cords. "Because I would never think that." He couldn't believe he actually had to tell him this...

Odysseus didn't speak for a long moment. Despite their close proximity, Polites had never felt farther away from his friend.

"I don't know what to think anymore."

Polites shook his head, eyes flying wide open. "No! Odysseus, you know me! You know better than to think that!" Said man rolled his head to the side, glaring at him from the corner of his eyes.

"Do I now?"

"You should..."

Another long stretch of silence. The only sound was the gentle breeze catching in the closed sails, swaying them about and flapping the fabric. Small waves lapped at the hull of the ship, creating a soothing sloshing sound.

"Yeah well, like I said. Things have changed." He inhaled deeply, letting out a long, suffering sigh. "I really wish I could believe you," he said, eyes closed as he addressed him. He shook his head, the movement barely noticeable. "But I just can't."

"But you can!" Polites reached out instinctively to hold his hand, but Odysseus jerked his arm away before he could. And then he noticed the way he was staring at him, as if he was some kind of threat- some kind of monster.

The captain quickly schooled his emotions, taking a moment to himself before addressing Polites.

"So... what made you follow us?" he finally asked. A hopeful smile broke out on the spirit's face. Maybe he could convince him to see the truth through the haze of paranoia.

"Honestly, it wasn't my idea, but my friend down there, she told me I needed to go. A-and I thought... just maybe... you were looking for me," he admitted shyly, staring at the ground. He didn't like the way he could see through his own feet to the deck below.

Odysseus let out a shaky breath. "I knew it..." This was it!

"You really aren't the Polites I knew."

And just like that, the world came crashing down on him. His eyes were welling with tears fast.

"H-ho-how can you even say that?" he asked as he slowly sank to the floor.

"Because Polites wouldn't be so stupid as to think I'd risk the lives of my crew to rescue a dead man!" he screamed, spit flying from his lips with the passion of his outburst.

Polites took a step back: through the railing. He held his hands out in front of him, as if to protect him. But there's nothing to be protected from anymore. Nothing except the newfound cruelty of his old friend.

Tears threatened to spill over, but he blinked them away, shaking his head frantically. "Nonono, you don't really mean that. Y-you're just upset! Odysseus, please tell me you didn't mean it like that," he all but pleaded.

Odysseus opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself short. He tried once more, but all he could muster was a simple, "I'm sorry." He hesitated before turning his back on him, marching off to patrol the ship.

Polites was left floating there, completely heartbroken by his reaction. Never in a million years would he have expected the venom shooting from Odysseus's mouth to be aimed at him of all people.

Polites let himself fade from reality, disappearing completely as he drifted up towards the crows nest. It had always been the most peaceful place on the ship, and tonight was no exception.

He floated on until he reached the top, sitting down in the tightest ball he could manage. He buried his face in his knees as sobs completely wracked his body.

Why would he say such horrible things? He knew he couldn't even begin to fathom how their journey's gone up until now, but it was hard to believe it would prompt such a dramatic change.

But the alternative; the idea that he had never truly know Odysseus, was a far worse thought.

He looked up at the dozens and dozens of stars stretching before him from every which way. He felt as if he were flying, falling up, spiraling out of control towards them. Would he be falling for an eternity? Or would the stars catch him in their net, allowing the darkness to swallow him whole and consume his soul?

How wonderful it must be, turning to stardust.

"Oh Eurydice... you were wrong. I never should've left." His voice was weak and strangled as he spoke, just as it had been in his final moments. He gasped through his sobs, swallowing the snot that rolled down his throat, making him shudder. His whole body shook with convulsions as he cried.

"They don't w-want me a-around anymore. I'm nothing b-but a f-freak to them," he spoke barely above a whisper, frantically wiping away tears and blood. He hung his head low in defeat and shame, "I should've just stayed in Hades with you."

"And she's what? Girlfriend, friend, come on fill me in," an unexpected voice rudely interrupted. Polites screeched in surprise, turning visible once more as he whipped around to meet the intruder. How the hell did someone climb up without a sound?

"If you'd like, I'll even give her a little message from you," the strange man smirked wider, twirling his long curly hair around a finger. Polites gasped and looked down to the man's feet just to be sure, and just as he thought: wings.

"Hermes? I-I'm sorry, but uh, what are you doing here, exactly?" he asked, his previous breakdown quickly replaced with confusion. Something he did not appreciate. He wanted, no needed to cry after all that. But even the Gods wanted him to suffer, it would seem.

"Well excuse you! Taking a page from the captain's book, I take?" he taunted before bursting into a fit of giggles. Polites stiffened and glared at the God.

"No. I'm just trying to mind my own business, can't you do the same?" he huffed, crossing his arms across his chest. Hermes squinted in the dark and gasped when he recognized the man before him.

"You're his little dead friend, aren't you? The one that used to be cute," he clarified in a teasing manner.

Used to be cute... That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Hermes froze, mostly out of fear, when he first saw tears. "Um, what are you doing? Stop that," Hermes ordered, sitting on the edge of the crows nest. Polites looked at him in utter disbelief.

"I'm crying Hermes, what's it look like?" he snapped, and true enough, tears were once again rolling down his cheeks.

"Well, it's not a good look. Nope, doesn't suit you at all, really," he mused, looking the mortal up and down. Polites chewed the inside of his cheek, trying to be patient as he continued to glare.

"Oh really? And what, pray tell, would suit a face like this?" Polites asked bitterly, pointing at himself as he blinked back more tears.

"A smile, for one!" Hermes cheered, plopping down next to Polites and throwing an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in close. Polites squirmed and shoved him away angrily.

"Leave me alone! I don't want to smile, okay? There's nothing to smile about! And you know what? Yeah, I'll say it! I was happier in the underworld!" Polites screamed, not caring how loud he was. In fact, he hoped a certain captain with his head up his ass heard him. He hoped the guilt ate him alive.

Polites hated the fact that he didn't really feel that way, that he was self aware enough to know it was just his anger talking. Because once it blows over, he'll be the one wracked with guilt.

Hermes reeled back from his words, a hand flying up to cover his mouth as he gasped in shock.

"Oh Polites, you shouldn't say such a thing! I mean, what if the Gods themselves heard you? Ahahaha!" he threw his head back, cackling at his own joke.

"I don't care anymore! Clearly I don't belong here! I-I should've just stayed..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was such a touché subject," Hermes apologized, seemingly meaning it. Polites remained skeptical. "But I'm truly shocked by your little outburst. You were always the happy one, were you not? So what's changed?"

"Everything!" Polites cried. "Are you blind? How can you not see that everything's gone to shit?"

"Careful now, don't forget who you're talking to," he warned through pursed lips, trying to hide his growing amusement.

Polites sighed in defeat. "I'm sorry Hermes, sir, but I don't really care right now."

Hermes shook his head, a small frown etching its way onto his face. "Oh my, this really is worse than I thought," he muttered to himself, resting a hand on his cheek. Polites couldn't help but roll his eyes and turn away.

"Tell me something I don't know..."

Hermes sighed, staring at the back of his head with pity. "Odysseus can be... stubborn at the best of times. He'll come back around. You just have to show him that same, chipper, adorable Polites he knows and loves," he tried to encourage him.

"But that didn't work..." he said, voice shy and meek.

"Oh! Um, well then... keep at it!" he chirped, slapping a hand on his back.

Polites was more than ready to tell him to get lost, but the touch on his back stole away all of his attention. He turned to meet Hermes face to face, eyes wide in a mix of shock and excitement.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

Polites gestured at him wildly. "You just touched me! I mean like, actually touched me! I thought that was impossible!" Hermes opened his mouth to speak, but he rambled on, "Is that a God thing? Or can-"

"Shh, if you'll let me answer, I'll tell you!" he said before breaking off into giggles. Polites quickly shut up, hanging on his every word.

"It all comes down to intent. And, it works both ways. Here, shake my hand," he explained, offering holding it out for him to take. Polites looked at him skeptically before reaching out.

He tried to grasp his hand in his own, but phased completely through. "This is hopeless!" he whined in defeat. Hermes whistled and smacked him upside the head.

"Ow!" Polites yelped and flinched away, rubbing his head, more for show than anything. Hermes rolled his eyes at the dramatics.

"Oh please, I know that didn't hurt. Quit whining and try again." Polites grumbled under his breath, growing frustrated when he phased through once more.

"Try harder."

"I am!" he growled before taking a grounding breath. He tried again, and this time his hand firmly clasped around Hermes's wrist. A bright smile lit up his face as he met his gaze, "I-I did it!"

"Yeees, congratulations... You can let go now..." he prompted with a smirk.

"Sorry!" he immediately let go, yanking his arm back as if he'd been burned. Hermes chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"You're lucky it's me," he teased, breaking off into even more laughter. Polites couldn't help but giggle along with the infectious sound.

"I guess I am... So uh, t-thanks, for all that. I needed it."

"Desperately so," Hermes agreed. "But I single handedly saved the day, so you're welcome."

Polites snorted, "I wouldn't go that far, but you did make me feel a little better." Hermes cocked his head with an exaggerated pout.

"Aww, just a little? Are you sure about that?" he asked, and before he could answer, Hermes reached up to flutter a few fingers under his chin. Polites scrunched his neck with a barely choked back giggle, and the look he gave the messenger God was priceless. Hermes burst into hysterical giggles, flashing a sly grin his way, "Like I said Polites, it all comes down to intent."

He fished around in his bag, pulling out a gold drachma. "Catch," he said, tossing the coin his way. Polites reached out, snatching it in the air. Hermes gave an impressed grin, nodding in approval. "I expect you to practice. 'Til we meet again, ta-ta!" he waved farewell, hopping up on the edge of the crows nest and stepped off backwards. He swooped up in a backflip, definitely showing off as he flew away.

Polites stared at the coin in his hand, smiling softly. Maybe things would turn out okay.

~~~

Things always seemed better in the morning, Polites told himself. In the light of day, he would have a fresh start, a unique perspective. He just needed everyone else to come to terms with their new normal. So he went about the day like any other, floating down to the deck when the crew was called for breakfast.

He saw the few men spread out across two long mess tables, and he quickly spotted Eurylochus. He smirked and turned invisible, making his way over to him. He waited until he reached for his glass, and Polites placed his hand atop the cup, preventing it from being lifted.

Eurylochus stared at the cup with furrowed brows, giving it another tug. It barely budged under his hold. He looked around the table at the men around him, wondering if they had something to do with this. A few began to take notice and were just as confused as he was.

"Having a bit of trouble this morning?" Elpenor teased from across the table.

"Haha very funny," he said sarcastically, tugging on his glass one more time. Polites didn't fight back, and water splashed right in his friend's face. Anyone seated around Eurylochus had ended up in the splash zone as well.

The men who got drenched cried out angrily while everyone else erupted in wild laughter, and Polites joined them. But his laugh was loud and distinct, and a sound Eurylochus knew all too well.

He froze looked around the room, glaring at thin air. "Polites? Was that you?" he dared to ask. The unruly crowd suddenly grew silent, unsure if they wanted an answer. Then, a fork launched off of a plate, spinning in the air before it clattered to the table. Excited screams and cries broke out as some gathered around the fork, while the rest scattered as far away as possible.

"You think it really is him?"

"He answered us, didn't he?"

"Yeah, but what if it's a trick?"

"You're all playing with fire!

Not everyone was swayed, but it certainly planted the idea in their minds.

Polites liked pulling off these small, ghostly pranks. Mostly because, to him, it felt like magic. Just focus, and you can turn invisible. Focus even harder, and you can make things move. He had his favorite tricks of course: a self rowing oar, a lone mop swabbing the deck, but the funniest thing was when he'd hold something behind someone, only to hide it as soon as they turned around. And his audience seemed more than amused by all of this.

Up until the moment he decides to show his face again. Then it's all hushed whispers and adverted gazes, even from his best friends.

Elpenor frantically looked around his room for his other sandal. It had just been there a second ago, but now only one remained.

"O-okay, very funny. Now give it back," he demanded. He gasped and went stiff when he felt the mattress sink next to him, as if someone sat next to him. The temperature shifted.

"Looking for this?"

Elpenor chanced a glance in his direction. His missing sandal dangled from a mostly transparent hand. He gulped.

"Yes."

He reached for his shoe, but it was yanked out of reach at the last second, and again when he made another grab for it.

"Give it!"

"Then look at me!"

The request took Elpenor off guard. Polites sounded... desperate and sad. He had to look, no matter what the captain said. He wasn't here anyways.

He hesitated, but ultimately caved and looked at Polites. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't this.

Polites was smirking at him, a warm look in his glazed eyes. Yeah, he didn't look the same, but he still looked like himself. A sob caught in Elpenor's throat.

He snatched his sandal without warning, quickly lacing them up before rushing out of the room.

~~~

"I don't get it Eurylochus. Are they really that afraid of me?" Polites asked after five days of strategic avoidance from everyone on board. He took a deep breath, thinking about how he'd answer the question.

"Maybe so." Polites scoffed and looked him up and down.

"Are you afraid of me?" he asked, deciding to put him on the spot. He stiffened, keeping his gaze trained on the floor, and he didn't speak. Polites deflated, "I knew it."

"Polites, trust me, it isn't like that," he tried in vein to reassure him.

"Oh please. None of you can even look at me," he hissed through clenched teeth.

"Have you even seen yourself?" Eurylochus barked back, going on the defensive immediately. Polites floated a little lower to the ground, bottom lip trembling.

"Polites, wait-"

"No, no, I get it. I wouldn't want me around either."

Eurylochus had to force himself not to roll his eyes at the theatrics on display. This was typical for Odysseus, but Polites?

"I didn't mean it like that."

He looked up at him, and for the first time outside of battle, Eurylochus saw him look truly upset.

"There's not many other ways to take it, Eurylochus..."

Neither dared to speak for a long time. Polites took a shaky breath and finally broke the silence. "I guess I'll be seeing you around. But... you don't have to worry about seeing me," his voice sounded weak and strangled.

"Wait I'm-" Eurylochus spun around to stop his friend, but he was left alone on the deck. "Sorry..." he finished lamely, dropping his arm by his side.

He flinched when a hand squeezed his shoulder, but immediately relaxed after the initial surprise.

"It's okay, really. I-I think it's for the best if no one sees me for a while," he said, and despite being invisible, Eurylochus could hear the emotion in his voice.

"Are you sure?"

"M-mhm. I think if I stay, it'll just make things worse."

Eurylochus stared at the empty space the voice was coming from. "If you say so..." he reluctantly caved.

Barely anyone had seen Polites since. Sure, he made his presence known in other ways, and most of the crew seemed better off for it. But that's what hurt the most: he'd been right. Eurylochus was wracked with guilt, knowing it was their own reactions that drove him away. Even worse still, their captain didn't seem to care at all. In fact, it only seemed to upset him more with every interaction Polites attempted.

He stood behind Odysseus as he steered the ship. The men were gathered below deck for meal time, leaving the two of them alone for a rare moment.

"I know you're there."

"You should go down there. You need to eat too, y'know."

Odysseus couldn't help but roll his eyes. "What, and let you take the wheel?" Polites furrowed his brows.

"Would that really be so bad? I handled her plenty of times!"

"No, the real Polites did!" he snapped. For once, Polites snapped back, refusing to back down.

"I AM THE REAL POLITES!" he screamed, on the verge of tears. Odysseus merely gave him a cold, empty stare.

"Maybe if you were the first one we ran into down there, I could believe you," he admitted in defeat. There was something a softness behind his eyes that hadn't been there before, his shoulders heavy with grief.

"What will it take?"

"Huh?"

"Tell me what it'll take to prove myself," he pleaded.

They stared at each other for a long moment, seconds passing by in silence. "I don't think you can."

Polites refused to let it end like this.

"Your favorite color is red," he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Odysseus froze and turned to face him, a puzzled expression in place. He locked eyes with him and continued, "And your favorite food is Penelope's stew with fresh baked bread."

By now, Odysseus knew what he was trying to do, so he quickly closed his eyes in hopes of drowning him out. "Don't."

"You have a mole on your shoulder that looks like a comet, a-and you like sunsets more than sunrises, and you used to go pick flowers for Penelo-"

"Please, for the love of the Gods, just shut up!" he cut him off harshly. Polites snapped his mouth shut, obeying the command. Odysseus slowly opened his eyes and stared at his friend. "Why are you doing this to me?" he asked as tears finally spilled down his cheeks.

"I just want you to believe me," Polites insisted. Odysseus shook his head.

"I told you, I can't-"

"WHAT WILL IT TAKE?" he repeated, voice straining against crushed vocal chords. He was crying, and he didn't care if he was shouting. "You say you can't believe me, but you don't give me a fucking reason! And you won't tell me how I can win your trust back, and I just- I don't know what you want from me."

Odysseus thought long and hard about his answer. "I wish I could tell you."

"Then why don't you?" he pleaded.

Odysseus avoided looking directly at him, choosing instead to stare at a crack in the wall just over his shoulder. It was insulting how he thought Polites wouldn't notice.

"I don't know." Then, as if to add insult to injury, he marched straight ahead, walking right through Polites. It was just another way for Odysseus to assert the fact that he wasn't really "there." To prove to himself that he was right. And that hurt more than it had any right to.

But he was nothing if not persistent. When it became clear that Odysseus wasn't looking for a conversation, he thought maybe a few light hearted pranks were just what he needed to jog his memory, to open his fucking eyes and see that he was right there.

Polites could've sworn he saw him smile when he noticed the way he was making his cape billow behind him. The old Odysseus was still in there somewhere, no matter how hard he may be hiding.

But he was still more than skeptical.

~~~

Odysseus was making his way down to his quarters when he felt someone step on the back of his sandal. He turned around in annoyance, ready to chew out the culprit, but he was alone. He thought nothing of it and continued on his way. Then it happened again.

Odysseus sighed heavily, closing his eyes as he tilted his head back. "That you?" he asked in a disgruntled tone.

"What, can't even say my name?" he sassed in order to hide his true nerves when confronting his friend. He appeared behind him, arms crossed.

"Not sure it's really yours to say," he countered easily, the retort sliding off his tongue with ease. The smile he flashed him was cocky and vindictive; nothing like the way he used to grin at him.

Polites decided to go out on a limb and risk it, "Why are you so adamant it's not me?"

"Because if something's too good to be true, it is. But you know all about that, don't you?" he spat, words laced with poison. No, no, there was no way he was talking about that.

"Captain? What do you mean?"

"Oh I think you know," he said darkly. Polites didn't dare to answer. He only shook his head.

"The sheep, Polites. I'm talking about the sheep."

Polites couldn't believe his ears. He sucked in a sharp, shuttering breath in shock. "A-are you trying to say it's my fault that I was killed?" he asked in complete and utter disbelief.

"... If that's how you wanna take it."

He had no hope of fighting off the tears welling in his eyes.

"H-how can you be so- so cruel? It was a mistake!" he pleaded.

"Yeah? Well that mistake cost you your life! And not just your life! You think you can greet world with open arms, but you just can't. Only the strongest survive. And that's why I'm still here, and you're not."

The tears rolled fat and heavy down his cheeks, drawing clean streaks through the blood and grime smeared on his face.

"I-if that's how you r-really f-feel, then fine! B-be that way!" Polites was a blubbering mess as he tried to speak, and he couldn't stand it. He balled his hands into fists by his sides, squeezing his eyes shut as tight as possible. "Y-you'll never have to see me again, if that's what you really want!" he screamed back, allowing his own hurt and anger to boil out of him.

"Good!" Odysseus snapped, completely exasperated.

Polites was frozen in shock. "I don't even know you anymore..." he whispered, mostly to himself. Odysseus glared harder before he turned his back on him, marching down the hall to his cabin and slammed the door behind him. Polites was left alone in the room, feeling hollow and hurt.

Polites took a shaky breath. Why bother to fight a losing battle?

~~~

If barely anyone had seen Polites in the days prior, then he must have made himself truly scarce after his last confrontation with the captain. The playful, if unexplained, shenanigans were no more, and the crew fell back into their monotonous routine.

But remaining invisible for so long takes its toll, and he needs his moments of peace and quiet. And so, the crew took notice of the man sitting alone in the crows nest, his presence never faltering. At least this way, he can still be of some use to the crew while completely isolating himself.

By now, Polites hadn't moved from the crows nest in over a week. Even his practice with the coin was getting weaker. He sat with his knees pressed to his chest, desperately trying to shove the drachma across the planks. His finger phased through, making no impact on the piece of gold.

"How have you possibly gotten more pathetic than the last time we met?"

Fucking great.

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We Fall Like Stars - A Sleep Token Novella

chapter 6

high water

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“Vessel!” Noa’s feet pounded through the slush as she raced for the pond. Her truck was still running, the headlights shining on Vessel’s form as he knelt. The pond was fully iced over, with the exception of a small circle where Vessel’s entire head was submerged underwater. 

Gus beat her to him. The dog sank his teeth into Vessel’s robe, digging his paws into the ground as he tugged backwards, growling. Noa’s heart swelled with love for her loyal friend as she watched him struggle to gain purchase on the slick soil. 

Noa continued to shout Vessel’s name as she ran, the pitch of her voice rising sharply.

A few breaths later, she skidded to her knees at his side. Sharp pain bit at her, the almost healed wounds stinging as they scraped along the cold ground. 

“Vessel!” she shouted again, grabbing him by his shoulders. The fabric of his robe was freezing and not a spark of warmth emanated from his skin. She saw no bubbles in the water. In fact, he was eerily still. Not dead though. Not yet. Noa pulled and pulled, but Vessel’s palms were braced against the ground, his fingers creating small craters in the earth. It was as though he was purposefully keeping himself submerged.

“Vessel, what the fuck? Come on!” Her voice broke, but she barely noticed the tears pouring down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around his chest now, straddling her legs over his body as she tried to yank him backwards. She let out a choked roar, her muscles straining, but it was no use. It was like trying to move a statue.  

Noa was numb with fear. As a vet, she knew how to remain calm in an emergency, knew how to think logically when a life was at risk. But something about this situation felt so wrong. There was no logic to what was happening, to how Vessel had ended up in the pond and why he was forcing himself to stay. Her skin prickled. The sun had fully set now, and moonless night felt ominous and oppressive. Cold crawled into her bones, the drop in temperature so startling that it forced the air from her lungs. Each sob pulled Noa deeper into the powerlessness of panic. 

Vessel’s body began to convulse, the first movement he had made since she found him. His head thrashed in the water, but still he held himself down, even as she heard his smothered screams.

“Please Vessel!” she begged. Her nails dug into the skin of his chest. Gus continued to pull, his teeth tearing at fabric. “What are you doing? Stop this!”

If she couldn’t pull, maybe she could push. She sat down on the ground, bracing her elbows behind her as she kicked at him, her boots leaving prints on his robe. 

“Stop doing this. Stop! Stop! Stop!”  

With every exclamation, she kicked at his body, hard enough she could feel the impact in her teeth. And still, Vessel did not move.

Noa yelled and yelled, begging Vessel to hear her, begging her body to be stronger. Begging anyone who would listen to help her save him.

But all she received in response was terror, clawing at her chest with icy fingers. Vessel was dying, and there was nothing she could do.

Her strength was gone now. Fear had completely drained her. She crawled towards him and clutched his robe in her fists as she rested her forehead against his back. His body continued to convulse, but she held on tight.

“Please, Vessel,” she sobbed. “Don’t leave me. Not like this. Please.”

Not like everyone else who had ever left her. Suddenly. Painfully. No time for a proper goodbye.

With a gasp, Vessel launched out of the water. Gus flew backwards with a yelp, and Noa landed roughly on her back, her breath knocked out of her. 

For a moment, all she could do was lay there, dazed. Then a warm touch burned at her face as Gus licked her nose.

Groaning, she rolled over onto her side. Vessel lay a few feet away from her on his back, her truck’s headlights painted across his prone figure. Noa pushed herself onto her hands and knees and began a slow, painful crawl towards him. 

As Gus now nudged at Vessel with his nose, the alien remained still. A low moan bubbled from Noa’s lips. He is dead, she thought. Vessel is dead.

Snow began to fall in earnest, thick, shockingly cold flakes. Gus picked his paws up one at a time, fighting against the cold underfoot. The cold in Noa’s fingers was scalding. If she and Gus didn’t get inside soon, their lives would also be at stake. 

Draped over Vessel’s body, Noa placed her fingers at his neck, searching for a pulse, but her fingers were so numb, she wouldn’t have felt one even if it was there. 

She screamed in frustration. Her fist came down hard in the center of Vessel’s chest.

Wet, choking coughs issued from his lips. Water poured out of his mouth as he rolled over onto his side, gasping for air.

“Oh my god, Vessel.” Noa placed one hand gently on his back, the other stroking back his hair as he spewed out the last of the swallowed pond water. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “You’re okay.”

__________

After Noa had somehow managed to support Vessel long enough to bring him inside, she made him sit in front of the fireplace while she threw in a few logs, using some newspaper as starter. Vessel shivered relentlessly next to her. The sound of his teeth clattering set her on edge. She needed to get him warm fast.

When the bottom log finally caught, Noa took a few breaths to warm her own hands. She would be of no use to Vessel without her own fingers. 

Gus was already curled up by her feet in front of the fireplace, watching her calmly. She gave him a scratch on the head.

“You are a very good boy,” she cooed. Gus thumped his tail in return.

When her fingers went from feeling nothing at all to feeling tight and sore, she turned to Vessel. He looked so lost, sitting there in the middle of her house. So scared. His eyes darted around, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“We need to get you out of your clothes.” She spoke to him softly, as though any loud noise would break him in this fragile state. He was still sopping wet, a puddle forming beneath him.  “Stand up, I’ll help you.”

He stood up slowly, his muscles still uncooperative. She led him away from the fire a bit and came to stand in front of him. Although he towered over her still, he now seemed so small. She pulled the robe off of him, the wet fabric heavy. Discarding the robe on the floor so that it would dry in front of the fire, she turned back to him to remove -

Crap. He needed new pants and she had nothing that would fit him. Don’t be awkward, she told herself. That will only make him feel worse.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a soft blue blanket draped across her sofa. It would have to do.

“I don’t have pants that will fit you Vessel,” she handed him the blanket, “but we can wrap this around you for now and I will dry your pants by tomorrow. Put this on for me please.”

Vessel said nothing as he took the blanket between shaking fingers, but his eyes rested on Noa. Although she was still freezing, her face grew warm.

“I’ll just be over here.” She turned back around and busied herself with the fire. The logs sparked and crackled as she poked them. Welcome warmth seeped through her skin.

Behind her, a thump and then a shuffle of fabric.

“Noa.” His voice was so hoarse. It broke her heart to hear it.

“All ready?” she asked, turning around.

He was covered, but he held the corners of the blanket undone.

“I-I- can’t t-tie i-it. My h-h-hands.”

His hands, shaking so badly he couldn't tie the blanket around his waist.

And if that didn’t break her heart a little bit more.

Coming to stand back in front of him, she took hold of each of the corners. Noa tried to steel her mind, to shove down all feelings and thoughts other than the urgency of getting Vessel warm. But it didn’t help that the blanket sat so low on his waist. Or that her knuckles brushed against the skin of his hips as she tied the blanket into a knot. Or that she could feel his soft gaze on her as she worked.

With the blanket tied, she led Vessel over to the sofa.

“Lie down. I will bring you more blankets.”

Vessel did as he was told, his long legs taking up the entirety of the couch. He still shivered slightly, but the fire was quickly growing. Noa let out a huge breath, as though she had been holding it ever since she got home. Vessel was going to be okay. 

After changing into some warm, clean clothes herself, Noa spent a few minutes pulling together almost every blanket she owned and bringing them back down to the living room. She walked in carrying a crocheted behemoth.

Vessel had remained on the couch but he looked so wildly uncomfortable, Noa couldn’t decide if she wanted to laugh or cry.

“You ever been on a couch before?” she said coyly, although she wasn’t sure he actually ever had. She draped blanket after blanket over him. In the firelight, Vessel’s skin danced red and black.

“I am in your house. I thought you did not want me in here.” Well, at least he wasn’t shivering anymore. 

“Yeah, well, almost dying will grant you some exceptions.”

She had just finished tucking his feet into a fifth blanket, when he slithered an arm out from beneath his cocoon.

“Oh c’mon Vessel,” she rolled her eyes. “You need to get war-”

Fingers intertwined with hers. Vessel’s fingers, already warm and strong.

“Noa. Thank you.” His eyes sparkled red in the firelight. “I am very sorry.”

A tear slid from one of his eyes, carving a flame-tinged path down his cheek.

“For what?” She knelt down next to him, placing their interwoven hands back under the blankets.

His thumb traced slow circles on the back of her hand.

“Sleep demands payment for use of her powers. She takes payment in the form of pain.”

Although her body had warmed considerably, she suddenly chilled again.

“What are you saying? That you have to hurt yourself every time you use your powers?” As soon as the words left her lips, Noa knew them to be true. It would explain his constant mysterious injuries, all the cuts and bruises that only seemed to appear at night. 

“Then why use your powers? Why worship her at all?” 

“It is a long story, but,” another tear fell, “you deserve to know. I want to tell you everything.”

Noa let that sit for a moment. Although intrigued, she was too tired, too emotionally drained to hear whatever it was he wanted to say. Something between them had deepened today, if his hand wrapped around hers was any indication. Vessel protecting her from Gabe, showing her a glimpse of his powers. Noa, quite literally saving his life. And now, he wanted to share all his secrets that he had held so close.

She wanted to know him better, didn’t she?

And yet, it all was moving too fast.

She pulled her hand away from his.

“We can talk in the morning. Right now, I’m going to make us something warm to drink and then you and I both need to get some sleep.”

Noa headed to the kitchen. She set a pot on the stove, filled it with milk, and added a couple packets of hot cocoa. Vessel’s favorite.

The thought of his god demanding he hurt himself filled her with rage. She couldn’t understand how a god so ask that of a loyal follower, but then again Vessel had admitted The Front was a cold and violent place.

Trust Vessel and you can help him.

Her mother’s words from her dream drifted back to her. She did trust Vessel. Somewhere along the way, secrets and all, she had come to understand that Vessel meant her no harm. 

How easily that trust grew into friendship. Now, friendship had clearly grown into attachment, and attachment threatened to grow into something more.

She could not deny her attraction. He had a presence to him that she found alluring, and a face so handsome she conjured it in her daydreams. At times, she wondered if she should feel more strangely about it all, considering Vessel’s extraplanetary origins, but other’s opinions mattered little to Noa, and she understood it was not just Vessel’s looks that drew her in. He was brave and sincere. She sensed his loyalty and delighted in his fascination with life's little moments. No, it was not his alien nature that worried her. What Noa struggled to accept was that she was falling for someone destined to leave. 

__________

Back in the living room, Vessel had sat up on the couch enough to make some space for her. He looked at her expectantly, all six eyes glittering in the darkness, and Noa couldn’t find it in herself to play games. She wanted to be near him.

The worn cushions were heaven on her tired legs. Pulling some blankets onto her own lap, she handed him his hot cocoa. Gus remained curled up by the fire, fast asleep.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, aware of every inch between them. 

“Much better, thanks to you. Noa, I want to tell you-”

“In the morning. Please.” Her eyes flitted around, though she felt his trained on her. “I just need a little time to relax. And process.”

She was about to reach for her remote to turn on the tv, needing some noise to break the silence, when his fingers once again curled around hers.

“I understand.” His words were filled with tenderness, melting Noa’s reticence enough that she turned to face him. “We can talk about it when you’re ready, and only if you want to hear. What happened tonight was a lot to take in, and I am sorry to burden you with it. Know that I am willing to share more of my life with you, but I do not expect you to want to do the same. I would ask nothing of you that you will not willingly give. If any of this,” he gestured between them, “is not what you want, then I will respect that, though I must say, I have come to care for you greatly.”

Her mouth hung ajar. She wracked her brain, searching for the right response. He is going to leave, she reminded herself. You are going to let him in only for him to one day say goodbye. Just like so many others.

But for the first time in her entire life, Noa felt seen. And if that didn’t tear down some walls. 

“Vessel, I’m not sure what to say.”

“Then say nothing now. I have waited many lifetimes to find someone like you. I can wait a while longer.”

He shifted, closing the distance between them. She was simultaneously grateful and extremely displeased with the layers of blankets keeping his skin from hers.

Noa felt like a teenage girl again. Her rational mind was struggling to keep up with her racing heart, with a yearning she had not felt for a long, long time.

She let her body lean into his, as he released her hand only to wrap his arm around her. Twenty-seven years of loss, loneliness, heartbreak, for just this moment, liberated.

“Many lifetimes huh?” A yawn escaped her lips. “How old are you then? Vessel’s thumb stroked up and down her arm. He took a sip of his hot cocoa and hummed in approval. The noise tugged at something deep in Noa’s belly. 

“I have been alive for about thirty-five earth years. But I have experienced dozens of lifetimes before that.”

“Like reincarnation?” Something her mother had devoutly believed in.

“More like evolution.”

“Do you remember them?”

“Bits and pieces. Some, if I am being honest, I have purposefully tried to forget.”

Noa hummed thoughtfully. She was sure she had many more questions, but sleep was turning her mind to mush. The fire burned low now, darkening the room.

Vessel took the cup of hot cocoa from her hands and set it on the coffee table.

“Sleep, Noa. We have plenty more time to discuss my history.”

She curled deeper into him, pulling her knees towards her chest. His skin smelled like strawberries. His breath tickled her hair.

“Do we though?” One final question, whispered into the night.

Before he could answer, Noa closed her eyes. Sleep arrived instantly to greet her.

[mutival]

Okay so I wrote a Cassandra fanfic

Can’t believe I’m writing about a cannibal but here we are. Any constructive criticism is always appreciated! English isn’t my first language and this is like the third fanfic I’ve ever written. Idk if Cassandra is acting like she would canonically so PLEASE lecture me on that as well if need be

Thank you!

Fluff/Sleeping/Cassandra Dimitrescu x reader RL

Opening night is always messy backstage, I now know that better than anyone else.

After my Juliet, Cassandra Dimitrescu herself, and I managed to round the show up, we were far too busy to properly reflect and fraternize, much to her dismay. Bouquet after bouquet, fan after never-ending fan, there was no end to the amount of socializing

Cassandra had to do before we could properly discuss the play. However, I wasn’t let off scot-free either. The second the curtains dropped, I was whisked off to the side door by the producer, where I fell face-first onto my roommate, Daniela, in the cold night. The darling girl was holding flowers, of which now there were none left unscathed. She yelped when she fell backwards, softening my blow. ‘’MC, the flowers!’’ Daniela exclaimed, feeling the thorns of the roses puncture her perfect abs. I haphazardly shot up, nearly collapsing again from the strain. However, as fast as I rose to my feet, I was slammed down again by the weight of my lovely second roommate, Angie, flanking me from the left. I crashed into a piece of decor, promptly catching Angie but leaving nothing salvageable of the castle wall prop. The ruckus made me wonder if Cassandra would leave her socialite group to come check what all the noise was about. Angie practically squealed when she finally stabilized, straddling my hips. ‘’Roomie!’’ She yelped, I only noticed just now she had a celebratory wine bottle in her hands. ‘’Courtesy of the Dimitrescu winery!’’ She pressed it into my hands, a cute silver ribbon covering the neck. Daniela rubbed the back of her neck, seemingly looking uncomfortable. ‘’Don’t tell Cass or my mom. I kind of-’’ Angie cut her off. ‘’She stole it!’’ At that, I gasped. ‘’Dani?!’’ I scolded her, holding the evidence of a crime that could get me in some deep shit with the family I so desperately wanted to impress. Dani gave me an awkward grin. ‘’Only the best for our star!’’

Star.

‘’Star.. Yeah, damn right! I am a star now, am I not?’’ I plucked Angie off of me, striking a pose that could rival Cassandra’s. Angie cheered, grabbing me by the arm. She mumbled something about getting caught, and off we went to the dorms. I took Dani’s hand in mine with my free hand, forming a little almost duck-like train.

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About 4 hours later, I'm laying in bed. Sleep doesn’t come easy after those 5 AM recitals. However, seeing Cassandra beaming on stage and.. oh, right. We kissed. Oh my god. We kissed. In front of HUNDREDS of people?! I groaned, my cheeks heating up when I remembered. Angie was drunkenly sleeping on the couch in a position her aunt would’ve definitely scolded her for. She was awfully strict on posture, after all. I’d run into her a few times before while unceremoniously getting locked in the auditorium. I still don’t know what possessed me to take Angie’s dare to stay in the auditorium to hunt for a phantom. ‘’Phantom my ass, if you believe in ghosts, you must be really stupid’’ I had declared. After wrecking another piece of decor in an attempt of getting away from the phantom I claimed wasn’t real, I got a brief introduction.

I yawned, grabbing my jacket. I was certain no shop would be open at this hour, but I felt compelled to take a walk to clear my head from all the fuss and chaos the show had caused. After pulling on my shoes, I snuck past the snoring Angie coddling a vodka bottle in her sleep, murmuring “I won’t let you get wasted” and “I’ll take care of you” and snuck out. I strolled towards the campus, staring up at the room where the student council resided during the day. How peculiar, someone had left the lights on. However, that isn’t my problem and I definitely won’t be making it my problem, I thought as I roamed around the center of the campus. I took a sharp left past the now calm auditorium towards the-

A faint rustling can be heard.

What the fuck?

I whipped my head around at near lightning speed. Another phantom?! It seemed to be following me. I struggled to grab my phone from my pocket, dropping it in the process of getting the flashlight on. I cursed to myself, bending down to grab my device as fast as humanly possible. Whatever was after me must have heard me, for footsteps rapidly came closer. This was it. I was gonna die. But there was so much I hadn't done, so many things I hadn’t said. Before I even registered the voice calling my name, I had chucked my phone in their direction. It flew through the air gracefully before colliding with my pursuer, who let out a sharp hiss. A… hiss? I looked up, barely making out their figure. The adrenaline started to wear off once I heard her voice. ‘’Fuck, ow! That might bruise!’’ She whined, almost stomping her feet like a little baby. I strutted towards the ‘’stranger danger’’. ‘’Cassandra?’’ I could finally make out her face, albeit her voice having been a better clue after having heard it day and night throughout the last couple of months. ‘’Call me Cass.’’ Even injured, she was smug as ever. ‘’I’m so sorry, Cass!’’ I gasped, seeing her covering her eye and huffing. However, I quickly changed my tone. ‘’But what the fuck were you doing, sneaking around in the dark?!’’ I knew the answer to that all too well, but I still couldn’t help but be worried I had seriously hurt her. She bent down, taking my phone and returning it to me before she spoke. ‘’The nightmares. I can’t… I don’t want to go to sleep, but I’m so tired. I thought a walk might help me.’’ She whined, almost like an upset puppy. ‘’I don’t want a full 8 hours of torture right after such a good performance.’’ she huffed. I felt bad for her, I really did. So, I asked the following; ‘’How about I come with you? I’ll be able to wake you if you start having nightmares.’’ She looked positively puzzled. ‘’Bold offer, because you do sleep like a normal human being. Who says you can stay awake longer than I can?’’ She grinned at me, teasing me, challenging me. I responded stoically. ‘’Your screaming will do the trick. Now come on.’’ I extended my hand to her. Oh god, what was I thinking?! Surely she wouldn’t-

But she did.

And now here I am. In Cassandra’s shirt, in her bedroom.

Believe me, I really tried this time to get my own clothes. However, my courage quickly parted from me once Angie stirred and murmured awful song lyrics in her sleep. Fearing I might wake her, I asked Cassandra for a shirt. She handed me one, making promises about not peeping. Looking in the mirror, however, I can confidently say she most definitely did not intend on keeping her promise, staring at my reflection through the window.

I laid down on the bed, waiting for her to come lay next to me. She did, eventually, but something about her demeanor changed. She wasn’t chatty or flirty anymore, her face only resembling flusteredness and.. fear. I can’t say I was any better, anxiously twiddling with my hair. Sharing a bed with THE Cassandra Dimitrescu was a big deal, after all. ‘’..Hey.’’ I whispered, looking at her. She could barely meet my gaze. ‘’It must be hard, letting people in.’’ I muttered, taking one of her hands in my own. She looked down at our hands, and then intertwined our fingers. I’ll forever be grateful for the lights being off, because I was redder than her mother’s lipstick. She murmured something under her breath, before speaking more clearly. ‘’It is. It’s just a struggle, you know?’’ She looked at me expectantly, her gaze piercing through my very soul. I nodded in response, yawning. She understood I was tired. I could swear she scooted closer, but at this point I was too dazed to care. ‘’Goodnight, Cass.’’ I spoke in muted tones. Before I drifted off, I heard her purr. ‘’Goodnight, my star.’’

Around 8 AM, it happened. I awoke to Cassandra stirring, she was definitely a lot closer to me than she was before we went to sleep. I contemplated waking her, but she really needed sleep. Instead, I went with an irrational solution. I gently started rubbing circles on her back in an attempt to soothe her, whispering sweet nothings to her. Seeing as she wrapped an arm around me and slowly came to a halt in her wrestling with the bedsheets, I deemed my mission successful. One of her arms snuck under my waist, pulling me even closer. She was tucked into the crook of my neck, her soft breath on my pulse point. After letting out a small yelp at the sudden contact, I eased into her. Her arms were brass, not as defined as Daniela’s but definitely rugged from all her work in the mechanic’s shop. There was no going back now, her grip was far too strong and comfortable, oh so very comfortable for me to attempt to wrestle out of. I didn’t want to either, continuing to gently draw shapes on her back. As I, once again, drifted off to sleep I heard it. I swear I heard it, albeit not even I could believe my own ears.

She whispered, ever so softly;

‘’You’re so adorable, my star.’’

The little kiss on my neck confirmed I wasn’t dreaming, for when I looked in the mirror the next morning, there it was.

Her lipstick.

So every time I convinced myself I was crazy..

I most definitely wasn’t. This was real.