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smoke and mirrors - chris sturniolo
chapter three
summary: your best friend Matt backs out of plans you had made together, so you replace him with his brother. the only problem is the two of you canât stand each other.
{enemies to lovers, fake dating}
includes : explicit language, fluff, smut(penetration, oral, fingering, etc.), angst if you squint, lots of bickering, slow burn
tw: slight body issues in this chapter.
wc: 3.2k
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The wedding was in a week and you found yourself out shopping with the triplets trying to find Chris a tie that would match your dress, which was just a simple, deep red, slim fitting, sleeveless dress. It was sexy and flattering, but nowhere near enough to draw attention from the bride or bridal party.
You had been shopping for a while, mostly goofing off, but now you guys had made it to Menâs Warehouse and were actually looking for what you needed. You carried around a swatch of your dress color so you could find something as close as possible, holding it up to every dark red tie you found, but nothing was to your liking just yet.
âHow about this one?â Chris asks, holding another one up, and you walk over and hold up your swatch, shaking your head. âToo bright,â you say, to which he groans.
âWeâve looked at like twenty different ties, one of these has to match,â he complains, putting the tie back.
âThe perfect match is out there, I know it is. We just have to keep looking,â you tell him, still perusing the array of options throughout the store.
Matt and Nick followed behind you guys, chit chatting with each other while you and Chris bickered over whether or not the reds matched, which they obviously didnât.
âHavenât you ever seen those pictures on the internet?â You ask Chris.
He raises an eyebrow, looking down at you. âVery descriptive, I definitely have,â he replies sarcastically.
You roll your eyes. âYou know, the ones where girls ask their boyfriend if they can tell the difference between two really similar nail polishes? Most of them canât tell the difference, but women can! So when you say that these ties are âclose enoughâ, theyâre just not. It has to be perfect, these pictures are going to be around forever, and as much as I wish you werenât in the pictures, I at least want to make sure we look good.â
âStop comparing me to a boyfriend, dude, itâs getting weird,â Chris shudders at the thought and you just shake your head, knowing that he wasnât listening to a damn thing you were saying and is just trying to rush through this store. âHow about this one?â
Chris holds up a tie for you to look at, and you hold your swatch up to it, instantly beaming up at him. âItâs perfect!â You tell him, bouncing on your toes in excitement. âSee? Donât you see how well that matches?â
He looks down at the two colors pressed together and reluctantly nods. âYeah, that looks pretty good,â he agrees.
âGreat!â You smile, grabbing the tie from his hands. âNow we buy this and weâre all done.â
Chris lets out a sigh of relief and turns to his brothers, ready to be done conversing with you for the time being. He makes eye contact with Matt who smiles at him and mouths the words âhelp meâ while pointing towards your frame that happily skipped up to the register.
Matt laughed and patted Chris on the shoulder. âYou agreed to it,â he tells him.
Back at the triplets house, youâre all crowded in Nickâs room, your dress laid out on his bed and Chrisâs suit laid right next to it. âYou put yours on first,â you tell him.
You wanted to see how you guys looked together before the actual day of the wedding, so you decided to try everything on now that you guys were both home and had corresponding outfits. You had brought your dress over earlier before you went shopping so that it was ready for you when you guys got back home.
Chris picks up his suit from the bed and walks into Nickâs bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
âHow are you handling being Chrisâs girlfriend?â Nick asks curiously, waggling his eyebrows at you.
You just laugh. âItâs not that bad, we just take pictures together every so often, but itâs just pictures. As much as I hate it I just have to remind myself that heâs giving me a date to a wedding so I donât have to hear everyone asking me why I donât have a boyfriend. A couple pictures in return for a night of silence sounds like a win to me.â
Nick and Matt chuckle, still shocked that you guys agreed to help each other in such an intimate way, considering your history.
âWhy do I have a feeling you guys are going to fall in love?â Nick teases, but you just scoff at him.
âYeah, right. Iâd rather date you,â you smirk at Nick and make a kissy face towards him, leaning in like you were going to kiss him.
Nick cringes and puts his hand in your face, pushing you away as you guys hear the door open, Chris walking out in his suit, his tie in his hand.
âI, uh, donât know how to tie this,â he says shyly, holding it out, clearly embarrassed.
You look around at his brothers and see them both looking just as clueless as Chris did. âSeriously?â You ask them.
âOur mom or dad always did it for school dances,â Matt tells you. âNever really worn a tie other than that.â
You huff and stand up off the bed, walking over to Chris, snatching the new tie out of his hands. âYou guys are helpless,â you mumble, starting to situate the tie around his neck.
ââM not helpless,â Chris says lowly, his voice slightly pouty.
âOh, of course not,â you reply, looking up at him. âYouâre just a twenty one year old boy that doesnât know how to tie a tie, or fill out forms, or make a restaurant reservationâŠâ you trail off.
âThe fuck? I made a reservation for you and Matt tomorrow,â he argues.
âTomorrow?â Matt whips his head around to look at his brother.
âYeah?â Chris responds, looking at Matt over your head. âI told you Iâd book it and then let you know when it was.â
âYou didnât think to ask first? Chris, I have plans,â Matt groans.
Chrisâs eyes widen. âWhat fucking plans?! You never go anywhere.â
âI have an actual date tomorrow, I canât make that. You shouldâve told me when it was first or asked when I was free,â Matt tells him, finality clear in his voice.
âKid, I had to put fucking a deposit down for this place, itâs non refundable. You need to go. Just reschedule your date.â Chris tells him.
Matt shakes his head, looking at Chris seriously. âNo, dude, Iâm not rescheduling. You shouldâve asked.â
Chris groans and throws his head back, currently hating his life. You finish up with the tie and reach up to brush off Chrisâs shoulders, then swipe your hands down his arms quickly before backing away. âDone,â you tell him, admiring your work. âYou know, you could just suck it up and grab dinner with me. Iâm not the worst person to be around.â
Chris turns around and goes back in the mirror to look at himself, shrugging a bit. âIâd prefer not to, but I also donât want to lose my deposit.â He walks back out of the bathroom and past you, going to sit on the bed. âAlright, try your dress on now so I can take this off.â
You nod and grab your dress before walking into the bathroom, shutting the door after you. You slip off all of your clothes and step into your dress, pulling the straps over your shoulders. It fits well, and when you bought the dress a couple of months ago, you fell in love with it and the way it looked on your body, but now as you stare in the mirror, pulling the sides tight against your waist as the zipper was still down in the back, you couldnât help but focus on all the imperfections staring back at you in the mirror. It almost makes you fully take the dress off and call it a day, figuring youâll just put it on the day of the wedding and suck it up, but you would feel too bad making Chris get dressed up just to back out.
Youâve never explicitly told any of the triplets about any of your insecurities, just threw a few self deprecating comments out there like people normally do, and for the most part you were a confident person, but everyone had their days, and today was just one of those days.
You reach back and try to pull the zipper up, but youâre only able to zip it about halfway up on your own, so you slip back into your happy demeanor before you open the door and walk out, smiling at the three boys staring back at you. âCan one of you zip me up?â You ask.
Chris stands up from the bed and walks towards you. Youâre shocked to see him volunteering without being coerced into it, but say nothing, afraid to startle him back to his senses. You just turn around and move your hair off your back, pulling it over your shoulder and he reaches out, grabbing the zipper and pulling it all the way up. âGood,â he tells you, and you turn back around to face him again.
âHow do I look?â You ask the room, smiling wide and putting your hands on your hips dramatically. Chris moves out of the way so his brothers can see you, but keeps his eyes on your body.
âThe same as you always look,â he retorts bluntly.
âYou look hot,â Nick nods his head enthusiastically in approval.
âWhat Nick said,â Matt says in agreement. âIâm kind of sad I canât make it now.â
You giggle at Mattâs words, feeling your ears heat up a little bit. You didnât necessarily have a crush on Matt, but you couldnât ignore the fact that he was attractive and his words did have a little bit of an effect on you.
âThanks, guys. Come here, Chris, I want to look at us in the mirror.â You tell him and walk back into the bathroom where he follows you.
You both stand in the mirror together, looking at your outfits. You scrunch your eyebrows together and brush your hands over your dress, trying to pull it in a couple different directions to make it look more flattering on your body.
âWhat are you doing?â Chris asks you, watching you through the mirror as you play with your dress.
âTrying to fix the dress,â you mumble, sucking in a little bit as you turn to the side to stare at your reflection from another angle. âI think I gained a little weight and I just.. donât really like how this is looking.â
Chris turns to look at you instead of your reflection, seeing how distraught you actually looked by the sight of your body in the dress.
âThereâs nothing to fix, the dress is fine.â Chris is clearly uncomfortable at the way youâre speaking, but has no idea how to manage the situation. It was bad enough that he wasnât good at dealing with other peoplesâ emotions, but you two also werenât close, so his urge to run away was even stronger than normal.
âItâs not the dress, I justâŠâ your voice falters, eyes still glued to your body in the mirror. âI look bad.â
âStop it,â he tells you, reaching out to turn your body towards his. You turn and look up to meet his eyes, your own starting to well with tears. âWhy are you crying?â
You sniffle and shrug your shoulders, unable to speak in fear of your voice giving out on you.
He reaches behind himself and shuts the door, blocking his two brothers from earshot of you guys. âWhy are you crying?â He asks you again, more firm this time.
You look down at the ground, sucking in a deep breath. âIâm just upset at how I look,â you tell him, voice high pitched and squeaky. âI really liked this dress when I got it but⊠I donât know how I feel now.â
Chris sighs and reaches forward, placing a finger under your chin so he could tilt up your head. âStop crying,â he tells you. âYou look really good in that dress. Your body is incredible and you know it, thatâs why you always walk around my house in your little booty shorts and a sports bra, isnât it?â
You cough out a laugh and reach up to wipe a couple tears that fell down your cheek. âNot really, Iâm just really comfortable around you guys. Even you wouldnât think to comment on my body. Youâre dumb but youâre not that dumb.â
Chris rolls his eyes at you and shakes his head. âWell, Iâm commenting on it and Iâm telling you that you look fine. Girls would kill to look like you. Once you do your hair and your makeup and shave your legs or whatever girls do youâll feel way better about how you look. So, sort yourself out, change back into your clothes and go cuddle with my brothers or whatever weird shit you do with them.â
You smile and nod, the tears subsiding almost completely as he speaks. âOkay,â you mutter. âThanks.â
âDonât mention it,â Chris replies. âSeriously. Ever. I donât ever want anyone knowing I⊠comforted you.â
You giggle at his words and watch as he turns to leave the bathroom before you try and stop him.
âWait, Chris,â you touch his shoulder and he turns around, looking at you confusedly. âI need you to unzip me.â
âOh,â Chris starts, moving his feet to come back to you. You turn around and place your hands over your breasts to hold the dress in place once itâs unzipped and he reaches up to unzip it down to your lower back, the small spaghetti straps falling off of your shoulders as he does so. âThere you go.â
You turn back around to face him, still holding the dress. His eyes couldnât help but wander, taking one last look at your body, so close to being completely naked in front of him. All you had to do was let go and the dress would fall to the floor-
âI said thanks,â you say loudly and Chris clears his throat, looking back up to your eyes. He doesnât respond, just leaves the bathroom and shuts the door, not even speaking to his brothers before he leaves Nickâs room and heads towards his own.
You turn back to the mirror and drop the dress, staring at yourself a few minutes longer, and the more you stand there, the more you feel your mood shifting, and what started as a judgmental and negative stare slowly turns into you checking yourself out, posing for yourself almost completely naked apart from your underwear. You hum to yourself and send a wink towards your reflection before getting dressed again, walking into Nickâs room.
Right now you wore sweatpants and a loose crop top with the collar cut out so it hung off your shoulders, but you strutted over to Nickâs dresser where you had some clothes you had left and he had so graciously washed for you, digging out a pair of old Nike pros and a sports bra, turning around and smirking at the boys that watched you from the bed, eyes wide.
âWhat⊠happened in there?â Nick asks, scared for the answer.
You just giggle and rip your shirt over your shoulders in front of both boys, causing Matt to gasp and cover his eyes with his fingers, though he mightâve kept a small slit between his pointer and middle finger, who knows, whereas Nickâs eyes just got even wider, his eyes trailing over your body as you pulled the sports bra over your head, changing your bottom half next until you were fully changed, letting Matt know he was okay to look.
âI know youâre my best friend but I am still only a man,â Matt tells you, not so subtly checking you out, which only boosted your confidence more. Maybe you were searching for validation in the wrong people, but fuck it you needed it right now and if Matt and god forbid Chris were going to be the men that made you feel like they were going to melt at the sight of you then so be it.
âItâs like window shopping,â you tell Matt with a grin. âYou can admire but you canât touch.â
Matt couldnât help his cheeks turning slightly darker at your words. âSureâŠâ he replies, definitely not sure.
âAnyway,â you start, clapping your hands together. âYou guys hungry? Iâm in the mood to cook.â
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You had scrounged up what you could in the tripletsâ kitchen and ended up cooking them some basic pasta, throwing all the boysâ portions onto a plate along with your own, putting everything on the table, calling Matt and Nick to the table who sat on their couch waiting patiently for dinner to be ready.
âIâm gonna get your brother,â you tell them with a smile before skipping towards the stairs, heading down them quickly. âChris?â You call, standing in his doorframe.
He glances up at you quickly then back down at his phone before he rips his head back up, doing a double take, eyes scanning over the new outfit that had adorned your body. âUh,â he drawls, looking up to meet your gaze. âCan I help you?â
You smile and place one foot on top of the other, your front knee buckled slightly, hands placed on the doorframe as you stared back at him where he lay on his bed. âI made dinner. You coming?â
Chris thinks about it for a moment before he shakes his head. âIâm not hungry.â He tells you, looking back down at his phone.
You huff and walk over to him until youâre standing next to his bed, reaching down to grab his phone and pull it behind your back. âAlready made you a plate.â You tell him.
Chris furrows his eyebrows and sits up on the bed, quickly getting frustrated with you. âStop fucking doing that shit every time your spoiled ass doesnât get what you want. Give me my fucking phone.â He says aggressively, voice a tad louder than it normally is.
âNot until you come have dinner with us. I donât want your food going to waste,â you pout, both hands now securely locked behind your back, phone held sideways between them. âDonât be so rude, itâs fucking annoying.â
Chris scoffs out a laugh and shakes his head in disbelief. âIâm rude? Youâre just coming in my room and snatching shit out of my hands like a fucking toddler, that seems pretty rude to me.â
You take a tiny step closer to Chris, jutting out your bottom lip. âPlease?â You beg.
Heâs still for a moment, and at first when his body starts to move, your first thought is that heâs giving in and standing up to go have dinner with you and his brothers, but youâre quickly proven wrong when he stands up and grabs your bicep, flipping your body around. You squeal at the sudden movement, stumbling over your own to feet as he spins you.
What you definitely didnât expect was him facing you towards the bed and grabbing your hands that were still behind your back with one hand, his other hand taking his phone and shoving it in his pocket. He pushes you down on the bed aggressively, your feet still on the floor but your body bent over with your chest pressed into the mattress, leaning over your back until his mouth was next to your ear, making sure you heard the words that were about to fall from his lips.
âWatch your fucking attitude around me before I fucking make you.â
He aggressively shoves your arms, pushing you into the bed roughly as he lets go of you, glaring your way as he starts to walk out of his room, eventually turning his head and exiting, stomping up the stairs.
You use your now free hands to push yourself up until youâre standing straight again, then use them to reach up to your bun that almost completely fell out, grabbing the hair tie and ripping it out.
It took you a moment to process what had happened, but you thought back to it and how it made you feel, and most importantly the newfound throbbing between your legs. You stand there in silence, arms dropped to your sides, until you let out a quiet and confused,
âWhat the fuck?â
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a/n: the tension is buildinggggg yall feel it??
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Assigning WHB demons plants/flowers based off the vibes: Abyssos
⥠Masterlist âĄ
A/N: I think I need to start attending some botany classes again bc from the way these post are turning into me rambling about plants i can tell I miss it :D
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Nepenthes rajah
I don't think this plant has a common name, but if it did it would be smth like Rat/Mouse eating pitcher plant
Bc that's exactly what the plant does
It's just big enough for the small rodent to climb into and never see the light of day again
This also probably explains why I picked it for Beel
I mean, he literally eats angels whole
(I find pitcher plants really cool bc they're literally just a pitchers filled with digestive fluid, but they're not necessary carnivorous - some life off of animal droppings or insects)
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Venus flytrap - Dionaea muscipula
At first i was gonna include maybe some other pitcher plant or completely different plant...
But then again, Bael is literally catching the King of flies on daily basis
Idk why, but looking at pics of the open leaves is really calming to me
Having them is kinda cool bc sometimes you just walk past and see one of their leaves closed bc it caught a fly and you'll feel kinda proud of your little baby for catching something
From my experience they don't close when you give them dead one, though
They might also be a bit harder to keep alive...
Mine made it few months, but then bloomed and died shortly after I cut the flower off (similar thing also happened to my friend who specialises in succulents and carnivorous plants so I don't think I did anything wrong)
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Poison Ivy - Toxicodendron
At first I was thinking I'll give Stolas something bird-named, but I really wantd somethinig that looks harmless, and the moment you mess with, you're in for a lot of pain
And this plant baby delivers
I've never had the misfortune of meeting it, but I haver heard the stories
For those who don't know: Contanct wiht the plant gives you a nasty rash, sometimes with some blisters
Interestingly, looking it up on wikipedia, there's even what would happen if you smoked or eaten it....
As if you'd wanna do that after getting a rash just touching that thing
(You skin is pretty much reacting to the oil on the leaves, so after you come to contact make sure to wash it off or you'll spread it on other things too)
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Hypoestes
I can only talk about this moody beauty from experience since there isn't much info online
From what I've found there's about 150 scpecies in this family
Doesn't require much sunlight, but needs water
And oh boy, the amount of water...
The reason why I picked this plant for Amon is how easy it is for the leaves to start drooping
Just like him being constantly tired
But oh boy, the drooping... One minute she looks good and then two minutes later she's on the verge of death
It's not good to have planters just sitting in water bc of the risk of mold, but this one might just need it
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Common Ivy - Hedera Helix
Originally I wanted to go again with a plant based off his animal form, but then while writing for Amon, I saw normal Ivy
The ultimate Dark Academia plant that looks so good growing around anything
It's perfect for a demon they sometimes call Class President
I really love Common Ivy bc of how much you can use her for
Amazing use for Ivy is putting her into floral arrangements and the amazing thing is that it'll mostly keep its color as long as it's not left out in the rain or your glue gun set on too high temperature
Fun fact: The leaves of the plant are different on normal branches from the branches with a flower
#what in hell is bad#what in âhellâ is bad?#whb beelzebub#whb bael#whb stolas#whb naberius#whb amon#I just need to make it through a year or so of accounting studies and then I can apply to study botany at a college ^^
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Once Upon a Time - A Choso x Reader Fanfic Part 1
Retold fairytales featuring the JJK men! This is Rapunzel featuring Choso! While gathering herbs in the forest, you stumble into the garden of a strange man living in an abandoned watch tower. He talks often about his three little brothers, but youâre beginning to suspect theyâre no longer there.Â
Read Sukuna x Sleeping Beauty Here!
Read Gojo x Cinderella Here!
Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Reader as Rapunzel. Reader has long hair (she kinda has to for this story) but no other distinguishing physical characteristics. Choso as a classic Yandere. Possessive behavior. Toxic love. Manipulation. Reader is locked up. Mentions of characters dying before the story began. Bondage (not used in a sexual context⊠yet).
Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more and @benkeibear!
You bend down to pick some of the herbs you just found, carefully placing them in your basket. These will be perfect for several different medicines you make for the other villagers. You canât believe what a treasure trove youâve found. How have you never seen  this place before?Â
The basket is feeling heavy on your arm by the time you finish, but youâre so happy with what youâve gathered that you donât mind the extra weight. You pick one last handful and turn to head back through the woods and to the village.Â
Thatâs when you see him. A pale man dressed in black, dark hair pulled into strange ponytails on each side of his head. Heâs standing directly in your path.Â
âWhy are you in my garden?â he asks. His tone is curious, not accusatory.
You freeze in place. This is a garden? And it belongs to him? You dip your head in a slight bow. âIâm very sorry, sir. I didnât realize this was your garden. I picked a lot of your herbs,â you say, holding out your basket. âWould you like to keep them?â
He stares into your basket, then at your face. âWhat do you want herbs for?â
âI make medicines,â you tell him. âTonics, ointments, all sorts of things.â
Heâs silent for a moment, then asks, âCould you make some for me?â
âOf course,â you say, happy that heâs apparently going to let your accidental theft slide. âWhat kinds do you need?â
âSomething for scrapes and cuts. I have three little brothers and theyâre always getting hurt while playing in the woods.â
You smile. âAlright. Iâll make some and bring them back to you, as a thank you for the herbs.â You glance around the forest. âWhere is your house?â
He hesitates for a few seconds, as if reluctant to reveal where he lives. Youâre just about to offer to meet him here in a few days when he turns and begins walking through the woods. âFollow me. Iâll show you.â
You tag along behind him, waiting for a house to come into view. You really didnât know anyone lived out here. But instead of a house, he leads you to a clearing with an enormous tower standing in the middle of it.Â
âYou live here?â you ask, using your hand to block the sun as you squint upwards, trying to see how high it goes.Â
Itâs made of stone, gray in color except for a deep red door and matching red shudders all the way up at the top. A window? But why so high? The grass around the tower is thick and unkempt, wild rose bushes climbing the sides, going at least thirty feet up. Red and white roses are blooming beautifully, making the tower look like something from a dream.Â
When you step closer, you notice there are black roses blooming here and there. What an unusual color!Â
The man opens the red door, made of heavy wood, and motions for you to come inside.Â
You follow in behind him, finding a living area with chairs, a fireplace, a rug, and a desk.  Off to the side is a cozy little kitchen with a stove and a small table with four chairs crowded around it.Â
âDo you live here by yourself?â you ask, looking around.Â
He looks at you with a slightly confused expression. âNo, I have three little brothers, remember?â
âOh, thatâs right! Iâm sorry, I forgot.â
But the tower doesnât look like three kids live in it. Things are too neat and orderly, and thereâs only one place setting on the table. Maybe theyâre just very well behaved.Â
He notices you glancing around and says, âTheyâre out gathering wood for the fire right now. Theyâll be home soon.â
You nod, then look straight up. âWhatâs up there?â
He follows your line of sight, tilting his head up. âA couple of bedrooms shared between us,â he answers. âThis used to be a watch tower during the war. My brothers and I found it abandoned a few years ago and moved in.â
âThat was fortunate,â you say. âI bet they love playing in this tower.â
He smiles, the expression lighting up the room. He has a really nice smile. âYes, they love it here.â
You smile back, then start toward the door. âIâll make some medicines for you and come back in three days. Is that alright?â
âYes, that would be wonderful. Thank you.â
As you step outside, you turn back to wave goodbye to him. He waves back, and you leave. Walking back through the woods, you half expect to run into his little brothers, laughing and playing. But you never see another soul until you reach the village.Â
In the comfort of your own home, you remove your bonnet and let the long ponytail slip down your back and hit the floor. Even with the ends looped around and tied at the top, your hair brushes the wooden floorboards as you move around the room, assembling your tools. Pans, bowls, a kettle of water set to boil, stone cups and mortars.Â
As you begin your work, you realize you never asked the man for his name.Â
Three days later, when you return to the tower, the man meets you at the door with a smile. He really does look so kind when he smiles. You wish he would do it more often.Â
âI brought the medicines, uh⊠sir,â you say, holding up a leather bag.Â
âChoso,â he says. âMy name is Choso. And you?â
Feeling just a bit shy, you avert your eyes as you tell him your name. Youâre not sure why you didnât realize it last time, but heâs very handsome. Even the faint dark circles under his eyes canât diminish his lovely face.Â
âCome in, please,â he tells you, opening the door wider and stepping to the side to give you room.Â
Once inside, you go to the kitchen and begin pulling the glass bottles of medicine from your bag and sitting them on the table. Choso walks over and listens intently as you explain their uses.Â
âThis one is great for scrapes and minor burns or cuts. Wash the wounded area first with warm water, then apply the salve. Bandage if necessary. This one here helps with a cough. Give them one spoonful before bed. Oh, and this one relieves itching from bug bites or rashes they might get from plants while playing.â
You pick one bottle with a purple colored liquid inside. âThis will help them sleep, but itâs strong. Only a few drops into some water or milk, okay? Otherwise theyâll be knocked out all day.â
Choso looks at you warmly as you finish explaining them. Then thanks you again. âThese will be a big help. My little brothers can be unruly at times.â
You look around the room. âAre they out today?â
Choso nods. âThey went to fish in the stream nearby. They should be home later.â
âThatâs a pity. Iâd like to meet them someday,â you say.Â
As you start to head for the door again, Choso places a hand lightly on your shoulder. âWait. Would you like to join me for dinner? My brothers will be late, so Iâll just give them leftovers.â
Your eyes shift to the stove, where iron pots and pans are sizzling and steaming. You realize then that you can smell food cooking, and it smells delicious. Thereâs definitely some sort of bread baking, and youâre fairly certain an onion has been sautĂ©ed. Theyâre warm, comforting scents. They remind you of when your parents were alive.Â
âAre you sure youâll have enough?â you ask.Â
âThereâs plenty,â he replies, gently ushering you to the little round table and pulling out one of the chairs. âMy brothers donât eat much. You know how kids can be picky eaters.â
You sit down in the offered chair. âAlright then. Thank you.â
âOh, thank you,â Choso says, filling a plate for you. âI havenât had company for dinner in a long time.â He pauses, seems to think of something, then adds, âI mean I havenât had a guest for dinner in a long time.â
You look at the plate filled with piping hot food that he sits in front of you. âThis all looks incredible!âÂ
Choso fixes a plate for himself and sits down next to you at the table. âI hope you enjoy it,â he says before beginning to eat.Â
Everything you try is divine, from the freshly baked bread to the fried potatoes with onions to the seared pork loin. You wonder how his brothers could possibly be too picky to enjoy this, but you suppose thereâs no accounting for kidsâ taste.Â
After finishing your meal, you stay for a little while to chat with Choso. Heâs not overly talkative, but heâs friendly enough, and seems to genuinely enjoy your company. He asks you questions about your medicine making, the village you live in, and eventually reaches the topic of family.Â
âMy parents died when I was sixteen,â you tell him, âand I have no siblings. My only relatives live so far away that I never see them, so itâs just me.â
His expression softens. âDonât you get lonely?â
You place your elbow on the table and lean your face onto your hand. With your other hand, your fingers trace over a name childishly carved into the wood. âYujiâ. It must be the name of one of his brothers. You can imagine a little boy doing that, and Choso gently chastising him for it.Â
âSometimes I do,â you answer. âSometimes I miss having someone to tell my problems to, or something fun or interesting will happen and Iâll want to go home and tell my parents, but thereâs no one there. Most of the time Iâm fine, but sometimes at night the house is so quiet, all I can hear is my own breathing, and it feelsâŠâ You stop and look at Choso. His eyes have a strange intensity to them as he stares at you.Â
âIâm sorry,â you say, feeling embarrassed, âI shouldnât have rambled on like that. You have your brothers, so it must be hard for you to imagine what Iâm talking about.â
All at once his expression returns to its normal warm and kind one. âAh, youâre right. Iâm sorry for asking something so personal.â
âItâs fine,â you tell him. âIâm an open book. Ask whatever you want.â
âReally? In that case, why do you keep your hair so long?â he asks.Â
You took your bonnet off to eat dinner, and it would be strange if he hadnât noticed how long your ponytail is. You reflexively reach up to touch where itâs looped and tied at the back of your head. When loose, your hair drags far behind you.Â
âMy parents come from a very isolated clan, where a personâs hair is considered their spirit. Hair is sacred to us, so Iâve never cut it since I was born.â
His eyes seem to follow your hair from your head down to the floor. âItâs very beautiful,â he says. âIâd love to see it let down.â
You blush at that remark. He couldnât know it, but in your parentsâ clan, only your spouse is allowed to see you with your hair completely loose. Though your parents left the clan, they raised you to respect many of their customs.Â
âMaybe someday,â you say with a faint smile. âLetting my hair down is a very⊠intimate thing.â
Chosoâs pale face turns slightly pink. âOh, Iâm sorry.â
âThatâs okay, you didnât know. The clan was a bit strange.â
You leave later that evening, still seeing no signs of his brothers.Â
Over the next few weeks, you visit Choso often. He lets you raid his herb garden in exchange for making medicines for him, and you always stay a couple of hours to have dinner with him and talk.Â
Choso is still a little quiet, but heâs an excellent listener, always seeming engaged with whatever you talk about. The only topic that makes him chatty is his brothers. He loves telling you stories about their mischief. He clearly loves all three of them, but he seems to have a soft spot for the youngest, Yuji.Â
But the more time you spend with Choso, the more you talk to him, the more you start to suspect something terrible.Â
Maybe his brothers are gone.Â
Youâre not sure if a relative might have taken them in, or if they simply ran away to one of the nearby villages, or⊠if theyâre dead. But youâre starting to believe they donât live at the tower with Choso anymore. Youâve never seen them even once, despite visiting at different hours on different days. Choso always has plenty of food to share, and youâve never seen any evidence of them still being there.Â
You canât ask Choso about it. Whatever the truth may be, itâs obvious that Choso doesnât want to deal with it. Heâd rather live the lie that theyâre still with him than face the truth, and itâs not your place to try to change that.Â
So you go along with it. You donât act suspicious when he says theyâre out playing in the woods. You donât ask any questions about what theyâve been doing lately. Itâs none of your business anyway, though it does make you sad.Â
One night you end up staying at the tower a little later than usual, wrapped up in a conversation with Choso. When you head home, itâs dark out, and the woods seem a little creepier.Â
You start to walk the familiar path to your village, but you hear a wolf howl in the distance. Another wolf howls, then another. It sounds like thereâs a pack on the path you need to be on. Deciding to take the long way around, you step onto a different path, one that would take around the other side of the tower.Â
On your way, you spot a small clearing. The full moon shines down through the trees, illuminating three identical objects. Stepping closer, you realize what they are. Small cross shaped grave markers. There are no names on them, but the fact that there are three sends a chill down your spine. Three graves for three little brothers?Â
You canât be sure, so you choose to ignore them for now. Youâve already decided to go along with Chosoâs sad lie, so whatâs the point of saying anything now?Â
Continuing on the path, you hear wolves howling again. Are they on this path as well, or did they catch your scent and follow you?Â
The air is unseasonably chilly, feeling like winter despite being early autumn. The trees are still full of leaves, and during the day their foliage creates a rainbow of lovely colors: golden yellows, burnt oranges, lush reds. But tonight, they just look dark brown.Â
You wrap your thin cloak a little tighter around yourself and hurry along, hoping the wolves are farther away than they sound. Your footsteps are nearly silent on the soft forest floor. It rained yesterday, so the ground is still slightly damp, and the woods still have that earthy smell that always follows the rain.Â
A howl again, stopping you in your tracks. Should you run? Or go back to the tower? Youâre not sure which option is safer, especially in the dark. Itâs hard to judge exactly where you are on this unfamiliar path.Â
You hear a growl, and itâs definitely close. Close enough to make your heart pound wildly and the hair on your neck stand up.Â
A twig snaps somewhere behind you, and more than one growl can be heard. It sounds like youâre surrounded! As the first wolf emerges from trees to your right, you let out a terrified scream.Â
Choso is cleaning up after dinner, humming quietly to himself as he washes the plates he and his guest ate from.Â
He finds himself smiling often these days, feeling happy and content for the first time sinceâŠÂ
No, he refuses to think about that right now. He has someone to talk to, to eat dinner with most evenings, to share things with. Heâs not alone anymore.Â
Heâs never really had a guest before she wandered into his garden, and every day since heâs thanked the stars above for sending someone so lovely. Sheâs sweet and honest and talks to him about her life and seems to actually care about what he has to say.Â
And sheâs beautiful.Â
Choso hasnât been with a woman, or even been interested in one, in years. Before finding the tower, Choso sometimes sold his body to make enough money to feed his brothers. He didnât hate it, but most of the encounters felt hollow to him.Â
Now, for the first time since he was a teenager, he feels actual desire for someone. But heâs not sure how she feels about him. Maybe he can figure it out if he spends more time with her.Â
A shrill scream pierces the night, causing Choso to drop the plate he was washing. A tiny piece of it chipped off.Â
He pauses, listening carefully. He hears another scream, and this time heâs certain. Itâs her. Sheâs in trouble!Â
Terrible memories flash through his mind as he runs for the door and throws it open. Other screams, calling for Choso to help, begging to be saved as he ran toward the sound. This time, heâll make it! This time, he wonât lose anyone!
He sprints through the forest, following her voice, tearing through the trees and ignoring the branches scratching his face.Â
Another sound fills his ears. Growling and snarling, the snapping of teeth. He knows what makes those sounds all too well. Â
As he breaks free of the tree line and onto a path, he sees her. Sheâs lying on the ground, curled up to try to protect herself, as a small pack of wolves circle her. In the small patches of moonlight, Choso can see that her cloak is torn and there are bloody marks all over her. Thereâs blood soaking into the dirt beneath her, and sheâs alternating between screaming and whimpering.Â
Choso yells at the wolves as he rushes forward, kicking the closest ones away. They turn on him, baring their teeth, but he glares at them with the sort of animalistic rage they can understand. They whine as they slowly walk away, leaving him to crouch down and pull her into his arms.Â
âIâm here! I scared the wolves away!â
She looks up at him with a tear-streaked face, terror in her eyes. âChoso?â
âYes, itâs me!â he assures her. âIâll take you back to the tower to bandage your wounds. Itâs closer than the village.â
With that, he scoops her up and carries her back to his home, lying her on a rug in front of the fireplace. Sheâs awake, thankfully, and fully alert.Â
âIâm going to take off your cloak. Is that alright?â he asks.Â
She nods, raising up to help him remove it. Then he begins looking over her wounds. Theyâre not deep, though they are bloody and look quite painful. Choso breathes a sigh of relief to know theyâre not life threatening. Unless they get infected.Â
He looks from the bite marks, mostly on her shoulders, hands, and calves, to her face. âWe should really clean these,â he tells her. âBut I donât want to pull up your dress or your sleeves without permission.â
She gives him a weak smile. âItâs okay. Get some of the ointment I made for you. It should help.â
He leaves to get the ointment from the kitchen, as well as some cloth and warm water. When he comes back, her bloody dress is lying in the corner, and sheâs sitting up on the floor in a thin but modest slip. Itâs sleeveless, falling to knee length, and it perfectly reveals her wounds.Â
Choso doesnât take the time to stare or blush. This isnât that type of situation. His only concern is bandaging her up and ensuring her safety.Â
With her directing him, he cleans the bite marks and applies the ointment, then carefully wraps them in cloth. One arm had to be wrapped from shoulder to fingers, but the other only had a couple of scratches on her shoulder. Both calves had bites that required bandages, and one foot was bruised.Â
Choso steps out of the room while she examines herself for any hidden wounds, and is relieved that she found none. When all is finished, they sit together by the fireplace.Â
âThank you for saving me,â she says. âThose wolves would have killed me.â
âI would never let that happen,â he tells her, looking her in the eyes.Â
She looks surprised by that comment, but then smiles in that sweet way that has captivated him. âYouâre a wonderful person, Choso. You know that, right?â
He feels himself blush a little. âIâm not. Iâve had⊠many failings. But Iâm glad you feel that way.â
They talk a while longer, sticking to light topics that occasionally make her giggle. He thinks sheâs marvelous when she laughs, like a bright ray of sun in his dark world. He canât imagine his life without her in it. He canât fathom going back to the crushing loneliness. If anything ever happened to herâŠ
His thoughts freeze when she reaches up and begins untying her hair. He watches in stunned silence as she pulls out pins and thin ribbons, finally letting it all come pouring down, fanning out around her. It shimmers in the flickering light of the fireplace, almost seeming to glow.Â
Itâs the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen.Â
Then he remembers all at once what she said about her hair before. Letting down her hair is intimate to her. Itâs not something she does for everyone. Does that mean she feels comfortable with him? That she trusts him?Â
He wants to touch her hair, to run his fingers through it, but he doesnât want to offend her. Instead he stares at it in wonder.Â
She looks a little shy as she asks, âDo you want to touch it?â
âMay I?â
She nods.Â
He reaches up close to her face and touches one shiny lock, moving his hand down to run over the fine tresses. It feels magnificent. But most wondrous of all is the look on her face: heated, flushedïżœïżœïżœ aroused?
âYouâre so beautiful,â he tells her, his face close to hers.Â
You donât know what youâre thinking. Letting your hair down? In front of a man who is not your spouse? Your parents would be turning in their graves. But in the moment, it just felt right.Â
Thereâs no point in denying it to yourself any longer. Youâve fallen for Choso. When the wolves attacked you, all you could think about was how sad you were that youâd never get to see him again. These past few weeks youâve spent visiting him have been your happiest since your parents were alive.Â
And unless youâre reading him completely wrong, you think he feels the same way. So when he leans close to you and tells you youâre beautiful, your natural reaction is to kiss him.Â
Itâs not a deep kiss, just a soft, slow kiss to his lips. When you part, heâs looking at you as if youâre a goddess that has descended to earth. Then he kisses you back.Â
In a whirl, youâre wrapped in each otherâs arms on the rug, his hands in your hair, his mouth on yours, his body pushing against you. While kissing you, his hands move down to your shoulders and slide the straps of your slip down your arms. You feel the silky fabric glide down over your breasts, revealing them to Choso before the slip is pulled down your hips and off your legs, finally discarded near your dress.Â
He pulls back to look at you with awe, and you feel like some rare treasure, almost too precious to be touched. Chosoâs touches are so light and gentle, it feels like heâs afraid he might break you. So when he stares at your panties, clearly wanting to remove them but hesitating, you pull them off yourself.Â
Choso removes his own clothing, displaying his surprisingly well toned body. You had no idea he was hiding such a perfectly sculpted torso beneath those loose fitting clothes.Â
He eases you onto your back, then softly pushes your legs apart before positioning himself between them, a little too far back for what youâre expecting. Then he scoots back a little more, bends forward, and kisses your exposed pussy.Â
The action sends a shiver down your spine, and soon you feel his fingers opening your slickened folds so that his tongue can reach the most sensitive parts of you. Your back arches off the floor as pleasure radiates through your body. His thumb strokes you, his tongue massages your clit, and one of his fingers slips inside you.Â
âCh-Choso!â you cry out between gasping breaths. His eyes flick from his work at hand to your face, but he never stops. Not even when you cum, trembling and panting. And soon enough, with his lips wrapped around that tiny little bundle of nerves, you cum for a second time. It washes over you, making your entire body tingle, your wounds forgotten and lost in a sea of ecstasy.Â
He takes the time to lick up any juices, as if he canât bear for a single drop to go to waste, before pulling back and sitting on his knees. Thatâs when you notice his erection, already twitching and leaking.Â
You raise up and reach toward him, but he gently catches your hand and smiles at you. âItâs alright. You donât have to do anything. Itâs enough for me to know Iâm giving you pleasure.â
It doesnât look like itâs enough. He looks like he might burst. You slip your hand free and reach out again. This time he doesnât stop you as your fingers brush over his tip. He sighs, his eyes closing, as your hand glides down his shaft. âI want to make you feel good too,â you tell him. âI want us to feel good together.â
His eyes open and he looks at you, a soft blush across his face. âDo you meanâŠ?â
You lie back on the rug, your thighs parted. âMake love to me, Choso. I want to feel you inside me.â
His eyes shine in the fire light, and you think thereâs only one word that could describe his expression: love. You look back at him, hoping your expression mirrors his. Because now you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you love this man.Â
Youâre not entirely sure how this will all work out, if youâll be able to convince him to move to the village and live with you, or if youâll end up living in the tower with him. And you donât even want to think about how to deal with his grief over his brothers right now. But you want to help him. You want to put in the effort required to make this work.Â
He moves closer to you, crawling over top of you while bracing himself with his arms, ensuring he doesnât let his weight rest on your body. Every move he makes seems to revolve around not hurting you, and youâve never felt so cherished, so protected.Â
He leans on one arm while his free hand moves down between your bodies, positioning himself. Then, he pushes in. In true Choso fashion, heâs careful and slow, afraid to cause you discomfort. You wrap your arms around his neck and look up at his face. He seems strained, as if heâs using all his willpower to hold back.Â
âYouâre not hurting me,â you tell him, pulling him closer. âPlease, I want you deeper, harder.â
He hesitates for a moment, staring at your face. Then all at once he plunges in, all the way, making you gasp and tighten your grip on his neck. âSorry,â he mumbles, but you shake your head, bucking your hips up to take him even deeper.Â
When he starts thrusting, you moan out his name, your nails scratching at his back, your body rising to meet him each time. His bare chest brushes against yours, one of his hands at the back of your head, holding you snugly, his fingers laced in your hair.Â
âI love you,â he mutters into your ear. âI love you so much!â
You shudder as he hits an incredibly sensitive spot. âI love you too, Choso!â
He thrusts faster, deeper, groaning when you clench him. His body is scraping across you, creating delicious friction against your clit, making you whimper into his shoulder.Â
Within minutes, you cum again, squeezing him tightly, almost sobbing. You feel so overwhelmed with pleasure, with love, that it feels like youâre unraveling in his arms.Â
A little after, you feel Choso pulsing and twitching within you before strings of hot cum fill you up. You stay latched onto him for a while, reluctant to let go and be out of his arms.Â
When you finally part, you both sit in silence, only breathing, until the two of you regain your strength. Then Choso helps you clean up before sitting back down on the rug beside you.Â
Feeling a little awkward after all of that, you decide to make light conversation.Â
âI think I can make it home tomorrow,â you say. âI have a lot of medicines to make. The villagers can get impatient. Would you like to come visit me sometime? I can show you how I use your herbs.â
He looks at you for a moment, a strange look on his face. âAre you sure you should try tomorrow? Youâre still hurt.â
âI think Iâll be alright, thanks to you. None of the wounds hinder me from walking.â
Heâs silent for several seconds, then says, âThe wolves might come back.â
âI donât think theyâre as active during the day,â you reply. âMaybe you could walk me home.â You add the last part as a way to invite him. You really hope heâll take a liking to the village.Â
He smiles, but thereâs something off about it, as if the emotion isnât genuine. âSure. I can walk you home.â
Did you do something wrong? Heâs being strangely closed off. He seems to be avoiding your eyes as he stands up. âIâll fix you some tea.â
You nod, suddenly feeling insecure. When he returns with the cup, youâre so distracted that you barely glance at it before taking a long drink.Â
Maybe, if your mind hadnât been elsewhere, you would have noticed the strange smell. But even so, you definitely notice the taste. How could you not? It comes from something you made after all. But why would Choso put the sleep aid medicine in your tea? And if itâs strong enough for you to taste this clearly, he must have used way too much.Â
Oh no. This will knock you out for at least a day!Â
As your vision gets fuzzy, you drop the cup and try to look at him. âChoso? WhyâŠ?â
His face looks pained. âIâm sorry, but itâs too dangerous for you to go home. Letâs wait until youâre healed up, okay? Iâll take good care ofâŠâ
You black out before you hear the rest of the sentence.Â
When you awake, youâre lying on a straw mattress on the floor of an unfamiliar room. Thereâs a blanket over you and a soft pillow beneath your head.Â
You sluggishly pull the blanket off and sit up, holding a hand to your head. You feel groggy and tired, your muscles sore. Looking down at yourself, you see that your bandages have been changed and your slip, the only clothing you have on, has been washed.Â
But most alarming of all is the metal shackle on your ankle. Thereâs a long chain attached to it, so long that you canât yet see the other end. Underneath the shackle, strips of cloth are tied around your ankle, probably to keep the metal from bruising your skin.Â
You get to your feet and look around. The walls are gray stone. Thereâs a small dresser and mirror off to the side, a shelf lined with books, and the mattress you just got up from. On the dresser thereâs a basket of fresh fruits and nuts that can be found in the forest. And on one rounded wall, a pair of deep red shudders.Â
Gathering your strength, you walk over to the shudders and open them. As you suspected from the minute you stood up, youâre in the top of the tower! You look down, the cold wind hitting your face and blowing your hair around wildly. Itâs a straight drop, not a single foothold in sight.Â
You glance at the only door in the room, noticing the numerous locks attached to it. The terrible truth sinks in to your drowsy brain.Â
Youâre trapped here. Choso has effectively taken you prisoner, and you have no idea why. Â
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Stupidest of stupid questions: So humans are trichromatic, right? We basically have RGB eyes. How inefficient would it be to have CMYK eyes? Is it even possible?
You could absolutely do CMY eyes, but the K (being black) is a little more difficult because black isn't a wavelength of light so much as the absence of light. I suppose you could call the K your rods, which are best used in low light and convey things like "shadows" and "movement" particularly effectively. As a human, the most sensitive part of your retina, the part you're using when you directly look at things, is called the fovea. It is PACKED with cones, which are good for color and also tight spatial resolution; rods are found outside along the periphery of both the retinal and visual field. So we're just going to set the K aside now and think about those cones.
Honestly, tetrachromat eyes are technically pretty easy to achieve: all you need is four versions of cone-rhodopsin genes getting translated into different kinds of cone-rhodopsin cells in your retina. Old World primates evolved our trichromat eyes from dichromat mammalian ancestors exactly this way: with a gene duplication in one core cone-rhodopsin gene that allowed one of the copies to accumulate mutations until a sufficiently divergent copy fixed in the population.
So to have CMY eyes, you'd need three cone-rhodopsins with different wavelength sensitivities: one that is most sensitive to cerulean, one most sensitive to maroon, and one most sensitive to yellow. You might or might not have better color resolution than a regular old RGB human, though: color resolution is partly a function of the sensory information hitting your retinas, but it's also partly a function of how much brain space you dedicate to processing that information.
I mentioned my blind cat Arthur the other day--here's a photo:
Arthur is what we call cortically blind. As a kitten, he had an intact pupillary reflex and could probably see light vs dark, but he also had severe nystagmus, so his pupils jittered uncontrollably all the time and he probably didn't get a whole lot of useful visual input. Without the visual experience of seeing things and learning how to organize and process visual information, his brain as he developed went "you know what? fuck this" and stopped dedicating any processing power to whatever visual input he was getting.
Basically, he lost visual acuity because the information he was able to pipe to his brain was fragmented and poor-quality enough that his brain stopped bothering to process it. If I pulled his current eyeballs out and magically hooked up new totally functional ones, he wouldn't be able to do anything with them: his brain has given up sorting out the information.
So the question of whether theoretical CMY humans could distinguish colors better than RGB humans is driven by two things: one, whether having two highly-overlapping cones helps you distinguish between slightly variant light types better than very different cones, and two, whether we're extending the total visual range by moving the cones at the external ends of the range (B and R) farther apart. Overlapping but unique sensory information can be really helpful for localizing and distinguishing similar-but-not-identical inputs--that's one of the reasons owls are good at localizing quiet noises, actually, their ears are wildly asymmetrical and they can computer where a noise is made based on how loudly it can be heard with each ear, especially if the owl is on the move as it listens. Like the Doppler effect, but faster with a lot more processing power on it.
I have no idea which would be more effective, but it's a fun thing to think about!
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You might've answered something like this before but how do you pick colours for your art? Your choices are always so striking, visually interesting and delightful. I would love to learn your ways. (also hi)
WAAHHHH THANK YOU <3 <3 (also hi!!) first of all i do have a post from quite a while back with some general tips that you can check out, but my process has changed a bit since then so i can definitely elaborate a little bit more!
observation
this first tip is not very straightforward (sorry) but something i try to do is pay attention to the colors and lighting in the real world and try to remember what moments really stick with me. like when you're watching the sunset and the light from the sky washes everything in pink and tints the buildings orange, or when it's dusk and the light blue of the sky contrasts with the dark blues of everything that's in shadow, or looking in a lake and all the greens, browns, and blues mix together in rich jewel tones
i try to keep track of these things & the emotions they make me feel (almost like taking notes in a mental journal) so i can try referencing them when i want a certain drawing to feel a certain way. AGAIN this is really not straightforward and i don't really know how helpful it actually is...? but i find that observation can be a really helpful tool and i find myself doing it a lot
references
sort of the same as the last point BUT using preexisting photos and artwork instead! this one is more straightforward because you can actually reference them as you are drawing. i said this in the other post i made but i think that looking at other images and asking yourself "how is the artist/photographer using the colors to make it look this way? how do i recreate that?" and using that as a way to study their use of colors can be really helpful. if you find a drawing that has cool colors, try using those colors in your own drawings and see how they look!
that said, i would try to avoid color-picking things directly because i find that if you try choosing them on your own you 1) gain a better understanding of what you're doing 2) have more control over what you're doing and 3) you can "push" your colors in ways you might not if you color-pick directly
play with contrasting hues
i think this might just be a personal preference, but i find that i'm not as big of a fan of monochromatic images, and i prefer it when drawings utilize a wide variety of hues. this goes especially for ones that implement more contrast in the hues (not necessarily where the colors have more contrast in value, but rather contrast as in they're further apart on the color wheel)
for example, in this drawing, everything is washed in green light except for rose's skin, which is a very saturated reddish-brown. this is sort of what i mean by "pushing" the colors because, in a realistic setting, a person sitting in green lighting is going to have a more greenish-looking skin tone (like in this drawing). you can see this in how the whites of the drawingâher hair and eyesâare greenish, but i made the stylistic choice to not do the same with her skin to create contrast between the two hues
i edited the one on the bottom to match the green-ness of the rest of the image, and the effect is pretty noticeable! green light makes people look less lively, almost sickly (which is good to use if that's the feeling you want to show, of course)
another small example of this is in this drawing where i use a couple of different hues in davesprite's body. overall, it registers as orange, but i like to ever-so-slightly introduce a bit of green to contrast with the orange, letting the lightest values tip into the greens instead of stopping at yellow to contrast with the muted red in the wings. the darkest values are purple, which also contrasts with the yellow parts. the only hue missing from this image is blue! the colors are all still analogous, and the greens and purples are a lot less saturated than the oranges and yellows, so nothing clashes and overall leads to a more subtle contrast
the colors on the top are the ones from the image, while the ones on the bottom i see used a lot more commonlyâwhich isn't a bad thing! i just think it looks nice to use a wide range of hues because of the way they complement each other :)
other than these strategies, my process varies greatly depending on what i'm working on, so it's difficult to get any more specific than this (unless you'd like to ask about the process of a specific drawing!) there isn't really any step-by-step method i use for every drawing i make, usually i am doing something different each time based on the goals i have for the project
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Percy Jackson x Grunge/Punk!Fem!reader hcs please!
አpercy jackson x grunge/punk! reader hi love!! iâve never made headcanons before, so it probably wonât be amazing, but Iâll do my best! i had to do some research but maybe i didn't capture it very well, i apologize for that! i hope you like it! <3
-Â Even though you could seem a bit tough at first, this guy would be head over heels from the start.
-Â He wouldnât be swayed by comments or anything. If someone says anything bad about you, theyâd get really mad.Â
-Â He knows you can defend yourself, but he's ready to fight whoever is bothering!
- If a group of guys started giving you weird looks, he would step in before you even had a chance to react. "Is there a problem here?"
- He would also say something like "At least sheâs not a basic, lame bitch."Â
-Â I feel that, if you have dark humor, he wouldnât get it. He doesn't find it rude or bad, he just wouldnât understand it at all.
-Â If you're more on the sarcastic side, that's a whole different story! In that case, you're both the same and he adores it.
-Â Youâd become friends with Nico and Thalia, and heâd get very, very jealous. Heâd be fighting with them all the time for your attention.Â
-Â No matter what you listen to, he would probably try to listen to more of it so you could share opinions and listen to it together.Â
-Â Heâd also have to know which songs, artists, or albums are your favorites to surprise you with CDs, records or gifts related to it.Â
-Â Anytime he sees a belt with studs, leather jacket, flannel shirt, or dark bracelets, heâd think of you and would get you something.
-Â Oh! And millions of pins. Everywhere he goes he gets you a pin, and get ready to see him MAD if you donât wear them.
- "You look like a rock star. Wait, does that makes me, like, your personal bodyguard?"
- Heâd be completely obsessed with your makeup, hair, nails!! Heâs obsessed with you, in general. Heâd try to learn how to do your makeup, even if he sucks at it.Â
-Â But you can be 100% sure he would end up learning to do his own eyeliner, and heâd love it.Â
-Â And if you have any fantasy color in your hair, he would TOTALLY dye his gray streak that color match.
- "Look, weÂŽre matching now!"
-Â If you have any tattoos, heâd be obsessed and would want to get one all the time.Â
-Â And if you have any piercings âguess what! SAME!
- I feel like heâd play with your piercing (and i'm talking at any moment âwhile talking, while you're hanging out, etc.).
- He would be totally surprised if he walked into your room and saw a lot of posters!
- Heâd be all over the place, and youâd have to give him a mini tour of your collection.
-Â Oh! And when you're without makeup and not all done up? Get ready to meet the clingiest Percy in the world.
- He justs loves you very much!
hi!! this might be too short, i don't know :( but i loved making this! again, thanks for the request and i hope this was okay! WAIT if you don't like it tell me! i will try to fix it!!
#pjo x reader#percy jackson x you#fanfic#percy jackson#percy jackson x reader#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson x y/n#my writing#percy jackson imagines#percy jackson headcannons
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Creator vs. Creation
Thanks for the tag @maytheratseatureyes! I had a lot of fun with this picrew, so I ended up making three of my characters instead of one, lol!
Top Left: Me! My husband happened to open the picture the other day and was like, "that's you, right?", so I guess it's pretty close, lol! Though my eyes are more gray than blue.
Top Right: Amira Scarlet! She's my Hot/Book Smart MC for Scarlet Hollow. A lawyer who's very annoyed by the horrors. (Canonically she has cat eye glasses, but this picrew didn't have any so we went with the cute hearts.)
Bottom Left: Kyrahlise! She just asked if you want to spar and promised to go easy on you. <- It's a lie, she will not go easy on you.
Bottom Right: Li'Ari! An old D&D character who I didn't get to play much but still love dearly. My grumpy-with-a-heart-of-gold lesbian druid. Some dude just told her to smile, so she's giving him the middle finger.
Tagging @baku-usagi, @bigmeandragonlady, @kingdom-dance, @rhodezero, and @snowthornes! No pressure of course!
#mmm looking at these now I think I should've gone a shade darker for my character's skin tones#I made them when it was dark out so the colors looked different#however I'm pale af so that one is fine lol#trying to get Kyrah's hair right in picrews is so hard because she has 3A/3B hair (curly *not* wavy!)#and picrews mostly only give you straight or 2A -- if you are lucky there will also be a few 4C styles#tag game#oc: amira scarlet#oc: kyrahlise niriviel#oc: li'ari#<- Li'Ari used to have a last name but I made it my online last name so now she's without one#also if anyone doesn't like to be tagged in these kinds of things please let me know and I won't tag you again no hard feelings! <3
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Anyone on Tumblr got a good guide for long lasting scars?
Specifically for a variety of different type of skin tones.
Or even like explanations on scar colors?
Like dark colored scars versus light colored.
Preferably about those ghat last years if not for life?
(I'm trying to figure out the best way to make my character look a bit accurate in plushie form.)
#Maybe Randall... not gonna say.#anyways anyone got anything?#even if it's semi false I'll take it.#probably better than searching for answers#(all searches ended up being either not helpful or saying only that scars are bad and what not...)#I hate those things because I personally have scars for multiple different reasons and I love them and I don't like it when I see people#saying they will answer questions but also proceed to be hating on scars and only really trying to sell a product.#however I did find that apparently dark and medium skin tones are more likely to get dark scars than pale skin.#what even is a dark scar? I'm... not too sure? I really got mix information so yeah.#also burn marks... do they turn light after healing? or only some? are they even maybe pink? or different for different skin tones?#like seriously I dunno and the internet sucked and only gave me more questions.#I do know it tends to be most common for scars to be lighter. like two tones lighter.#however because of chemicals in the body and such#anyways I'm extremely confused and I would rather information before I start fully sewing up my plushies but if not then I may not make it#too accurate for my character. As one has scars and I'm not too sure how to portray that. (They got a medium skin tone and I have mixed info#so like... anyone got something? literally anything?#even if I already know or it's a graphic photo I don't care. I need info! and answers!#also that plushie gonna have scars one way or another but might look a bit odd because of my previous mention information.#oh and yes I also know that some scars are the same skin tones just like textured but I'm embroidering the scars on so I only got one type#of texture sadly. but with that the plushie will feel more accurate and both by looks and touch. (I think at least)#anyways yeah. plushies being made! yay. I haven't cut the one out but the other is and I basically just need to get some different colored#embroidery threat from a tote that's buried so I gotta wait. so I thought while I do that I shall try getting information if I can.
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Simon would never argue with MOB, thatâs a given. And defending her honor??? Maybe itâs leaked that Mrs. Riley is in fact a Mail Order Bride for who knows where doing who knows what and letâs just say someone spreads that rumor around base and it gets back to one Lieutenantđđ
mail-order bride
cw: graphic depictions of violence, a little smidge of dark!simon, misogynistic language (18+)
"here to see your husband, mrs. riley?"
you smile, shuffling in the chair. the woman who greets you is always here with a happy disposition, even when she's drowning in paperwork and the telephone on her desk won't stop ringing. she looks a little stressed today, but she gives you a smile anyways.
"yeah," you smooth your hands down your jeans, looking around. "told me his day would be slow, so i thought i'd bring him--"
you're interrupted by the sound of intense laughter and loud voices. the front doors open, banging against the wall practically, and a group of soldiers move past you. you fiddle with your purse, smoothing your thumb over the leather, but when you hear the subtle laughter and whispers still around you, you look up.
you make eye contact with several privates. they're whispering in each other's ears, but once they notice you're staring, they laugh a little more and make continue into the building. some of them look over their shoulder at you, and you look down to see if something is wrong with your outfit. when you check to make sure no tags are sticking out and that you haven't worn two different shoes, you just try to shrug it off, tucking your hair behind your ears and tapping your foot anxiously against the linoleum floor.
"okay, he's ready to see you. you know where it is by now, right?"
you blink, nodding, and then you swing your purse over your shoulder to walk over.
there's a game playing in the rec room. they've got banners up for their teams hung on the walls and streamers in different colors, and there's lots of men cheering and whooping in the room. just as you pass by the door, you squeak as you bump right into two laughing men, stumbling a little as they try to right themselves.
"fuck, sorry--" one of them chuckles. you frown a little but try to smile, moving to shimmy past them.
"is that her?"
"who?"
"didn't ya hear? lieutenant bought her off some sort of fucked-up catalog. heard she's real expensive."
you whip around, your lip trembling, and your shoes squeak against the floor as you stare right at them. one of them is smiling from ear-to-ear, and the other is laughing to himself.
"where did you hear that?" you ask.
"everybody knows, love," he winks. "so how much is it for a night? maybe we can do a group rate."
"e-excuse me?" you whisper, and he leans his arm against the wall, trapping you there.
"we heard all about the...program. thought maybe if we asked real nice, maybe we'd even get a discount."
"i don't know what you're talking about," you spit at him. "whatever you think this is, you're wrong. now get out of my way--"
"how much? how much did he fucking pay?"
"oh, mate--mate, you have to stop--" his friend tries to warn him, smacking him on the shoulder, but he glares down at you still, in your face, accusatory.
his face goes from smug to absolutely terrified when he's grabbed from behind. the hand that cages you against the wall is gripped by a gloved hand, twisted at an unnatural angle, and you flinch a little at the sound of his wail when his arm follows it's motion and a sickening pop echoes in the hallway.
his screams are suddenly drowned out by the cheering from the football game. someone scored maybe, but the man underneath simon screams, too, terrified as your husband mounts him like a fucking horse and slams his face against the floor.
it's like watching an artist. he paints his surroundings in flecks of red, the occasional clatter of a tooth falling at their feet, and you tilt your head to the side as you watch simon fist that man's hair and makes him eat whatever that floor is made of. he's in agony--that much is clear, from the way he shakes to the terrified look in his eyes, the pleading he sends your way as he asks for mercy.
when simon lets him go, he collapses onto the ground in a fit of bloody coughs and groans. his arm hangs from his shoulder limply (surely it's been pulled out of its socket), and his face is unrecognizable. you think his eyes were blue, but you can't tell anymore. they're red now, pupils blown wide, and he keeps moaning between broken teeth, "didn't mean it...i'm sorry...i'm sorry..."
simon kneels, leaning over him, and he grips the front of his uniform and pulls him up to sit, making him cry out from the pain. he tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes, and he drops his voice low.
"dunno where ya heard all tha' shit," simon mutters. "ain't true."
"n-no, sir--"
"i didn't say you could fuckin' talk," simon continues. "and if ya do again, i'll make sure ya can't." when he says nothing, simon tsks. "maybe ya wish ya could even afford my wife, mate. but ya can't." he tugs him a little closer. "'m gonna make ya an example. 'm not done with you. you are going to eat a fuckin' bullet from me, mate, but it won't be today. it'll be someday." simon presses his masked mouth to his ear. "but if i hear anyone else repeat wot you said 'ere today, i'll do it sooner. and you should know better than t'run...because i will find ya. wherever ya go." simon jostles him, and you swallow as he cries, trying to pull away, "now say thank you t'my wife. say thank you, because if she wasn't 'ere, i'd put my fuckin' boot in yer mouth--say it!"
"thank you! thank you!"
you simply blink as simon lets him go finally, standing, and as he walks past you, he grabs your hand roughly in his and starts to walk. you look over your shoulder as he tugs you along, and when you look back, you intertwine your fingers with his.
when the door closes behind him, simon slumps in his chair. he grips his mask from the back of the neck and pulls it off, burying his face in his hands. you set your bag down and kneel in front of him, putting your hands over his.
"simon--"
"wot the fuck is wrong with me?"
"simon--"
"i-in...i...i fuckin' lost it--"
you pull his hands off his face gently, cupping his cheeks. the eye-black smears a little around his eyes. there are no tears, but his eyes are watery as he stares into yours. his hands are shaking, and he palms his thighs to keep them steady.
"it's okay, simon," you whisper.
"i didn't want you to see me tha' way," he shakes his head. "violent. aggressive. fuck, i must've terrified you--"
"i'm not scared," you say softly. you smooth your thumbs under his eyes. "no one...no one's ever done anything like that for me before." you meet his eyes, and he leans a little more into your hands, bending low to get closer to you. "maybe he deserved it."
"i would...i would never--"
"shhh," you quiet him gently, shaking your head. "i know. i'm not scared of you."
you lean up, putting your hands on his knees and getting up just enough to get into his lap. you close your eyes as you kiss him softly, hugging him close, soothing him with a soft hand on the back of his head.
"you didn't do anything wrong, simon..."
"it's okay, baby..."
"i love you."
you know it isn't true. you're lying, somewhat, but it doesn't feel like a lie because it feels good. sick of being smaller, sick of being stepped on, sick of letting other people not be held accountable for the things that they do.
just this once maybe, you can let someone bleed. for misunderstanding you. for judging you. for not realizing there is a thing attached to you that bites and tears apart.
the world is a terrible place. and maybe you are simply just owed.
#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost mwii#ghost x reader#cod#call of duty#order up
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youâre both from two seperate worlds, but in the four corners of your bedroom the two of you can be together. even if your latest confession means it could be for the last time.
pairing ââžâžâž choi yeonjun x fem!reader đ” iηcâudᄱs đ none!
genreïčđïčâžâžâž angst, smut, secret friends with benefits to ???, secret relationship, punk!yeonjun, nerd!reader, reader wears glasses, punk x nerd trope, some bad boy x good girl trope
warnings ââžâžâž unprotected sex, soft dom!yeonjun, kinda service top!yeonjun, pussy drunk!yeonjun, clit stimulation, slight overstimulation, heavy praise kink, marking, slight bulge kink?, petnames (baby, sweetheart, good girl, babygirl), creampie, riding, cowgirl, depictions of heartbreak, a lot of desperation lmao
kipoâs note ââžâžâž happy birthday yeonjun my love!!! ⥠⥠⥠and happy early ggum release!!! this is inspired by the songs ceilings by lizzy mcalpine and in my room by julia wolf! havenât wrote angsty smut in so long, i missed it hehe! wrote this while i was suffering from a migraine (> <ă) the love and deepspace brainrot has been strong so if you see familiar dialogue⊠Ê
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if you tried really hard you could imagine that the four corners of your room was something elseâsomewhere else. somewhere other than your room. like, perhaps, a nice restaurant where the lights are warm and youâre sitting in the cozy back corner. or maybe a park on a day where itâs not too hot and not too cold. that perfect temperature where you can wear lighter clothing if you wanted, but that also gave you the opportunity to ask a lover for their sweater.
tonight, as you stared up at your ceiling, you pictured that your room was a cute little picnic date. you pictured that you and yeonjun ate cute little sandwiches together as you both watched various strangers pass by. you pictured that you and his relationship was ultimately more than it was.
yeonjun: your windowâs still open, right?
the buzzing of your phone at such a late hour didnât surprise you as much as it did before. you didnât even have to check the contact name as you responded and tossed your phone back onto your nightstand, the device clanging against your stacked textbooks from your study session earlier. a sigh pushed through you.
you had been so hopelessly in love with yeonjun since you first laid eyes on him on campusânonchalant attitude paired with his alternative clothing and headphones resting against his head that seeped out the rock music he was always listening to as he strode across the pavement. when his eyes met yours that day for the briefest of moments, you had to get to know him somehow.
you: you know it always is.
unfortunately for you, your social circles didnât overlap in the slightest. yours consisted of studious students who were the top of their classes and who made sure that their assignments got turned in early. nerds, others would say, or perhaps geeks.
yeonjunâs on the other handâhis consisted of various alternative people. some in bold black and white makeup and black, frilly victorian style dresses, while others in tight, dark clothing and hair in their eyes that sported dyed colored stripes. all of them clad in black eyeliner that darkened their already tired looking eyes and listening to the same rock music he did.
he was rebellious and liked to break the rules while you abided by them. the hammering of loud drums and guitars soothed him while it was something you absolutely couldnât stand. he was vulgar and spoke the first thing that came to his mind while you constantly overthought the polite answer you would give. yeonjun was night while you were day.
the two of you couldnât have been more different.
but still, that didnât stop you from being drawn to him. and that fateful day where you happened to run into him and drop all of your textbooks changed your relationship forever. never did you think your wide eyes and bumbling apologies would lead to you under him as your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as your shared moans bounced off the walls of your room.
never did you expect him to ask you to keep it all a secret because he didnât want his friends to know he was fucking the resident nerd.
you hear the familiar creaking of your window as yeonjun begins to open it and reach for your glasses in the mess on your nightstand. the blurriness of your room comes into focus right as yeonjun pokes his head through the window, effectively killing the daydream you were in. he pushes his bright orange hair off of his forehead as he steps through, finger tangling in the light blonde streaks within it.
âhey, babe,â yeonjun said as he swung his other leg over the ledge of the window. his black boots crumpled one of the discarded papers on your floor but he didnât seem to notice as he shut the window behind him, locking the cold air out.
yeonjun turned towards you, already stripping out of his faded flannel. âthat math test is already a bust. i literally couldnât understand any of that shit. i donât even know how i made the class⊠shocked that the professor hasnât said anything to me about it yet.â
his cheeks were flushed from the cold and his dark brown eyeliner was smudged around his eyes as he stared down at your lying form. you pushed up on your elbows as you watched him take off the band t-shirt he was wearing. you stared at his bare upper-body with wide eyes and the corner of his mouth lifted as he kept talking.
you hated the way your heart fluttered and raced, hated the effect he had on you. you hated the way he smirked at you like he knew he had you wrapped around his pretty little finger. it was embarrassing.
you gulped as his eyes remained on yours as he slowed his fingers down to unbuckle the belt he was wearing. âyou seem distractedâŠâ yeonjun said, his voice mixed with amusement and slight teasing, âdonât tell me it was that hard! if you canât do it, then thereâs no way in hell iâm gonna.â
he kicked off his boots and moved closer to where you were on the bed. your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as you stuttered out a response, ây-yeonjun⊠itâs late and we both have classes tomorrow⊠what are you doing here?â
in one swift motion he climbed over you, trapping your body underneath his. the tips of his dyed hair tickled your cheeks and the cold metal of his belt buckle against your lower stomach made you shiver. his mouth was at the shell of your ear as his whispered, âyou know why iâm here.â
yeonjun pressed kisses down the side of your neck and along your jaw, stopping just before he reached your mouth. âbesides, i wanted to see you.â
his hands trailed up your sides and under the thin fabric of the tank top you were wearing. before you knew it, it was over your head and you bare breasts were exposed fully for him. âi wanted to see the pretty flustered faces you make when iâm inside of you.â
cold fingers hooked onto the hem of your shorts, tugging down slowly. âand the way you try and avoid my eyes but canât help but stare. canât help but let those pretty moans escape your mouth,â yeonjun continued as his lips brushed against yours. he pulled your shorts and panties down until you were completely naked under him.
âyouâve been avoiding me.â
he pulled away completely and stood from your bed, his words hanging in the air. his eyes never left yours as he tugged his black jeans down.
your chest rose and fell heavily as your eyes trailed down to the obvious bulge in his boxers, the dim light of your bedside lamp making it more apparent. you shook your head as your eyes met his gaze once more, âi havenât.â
you have been avoiding him. not purposely, but you guessed that it was to the extent that he noticed. when he would walk in your direction on campus you would go a different way to your class. youâd force yourself to not let your eyes linger on his retreating frame and instead focused on what the task was at hand.
it shocked you that he noticed, since he usually ignored your existence outside of these four walls. âit just⊠wouldnât workâŠâ he had told you once as you stayed curled up against his naked body one night. âweâre like two puzzle pieces from two seperate boards.â
âyou have,â yeonjun stated, pulling down his boxers so he too was completely naked, spare the small skull necklace you had gifted him a couple months back. his large cock hit against his lower stomach, the precum dripping from the slit glittering in the dim lighting.
he returned back to his hovering position over you, heavy cock brushing against you and causing your legs to tighten slightly around his waist as arousal pooled at the pit of your stomach. the small skull necklace dangled above your face as his head tilted to the side and plump lips formed a tiny pout. âwhy?â yeonjun asked, voice lowered.
the tips of his fingers grazed along your hips and left goosebumps in itâs wake as he waited for your answer. your breath hitched in response. âi-itâsâschoolâs just been hecticâŠâ you trailed. âfinals are coming up.â
yeonjunâs head dipped to the crook of your neck. he hummed against the skin, causing you to shiver again. he dragged his nose up your jawline until his lips brushed against yours once more. âliar,â he whispered and then lowered his lips onto yours fully.
he kissed you slowly, yet his lips pressed onto yours roughly. yeonjunâs hands inched up your sides and stopped just below your breasts. he then pulled away just before the two of you struggled for air.
your glasses fell down your nose bridge and he adjusted them for you. âiâll just have to fuck the answer out of you,â he concluded, his voice louder. his other hand dipping between your legs to collect the slick that formed at your core.
yeonjun spread the slickness all through your folds and throbbing clit, making your back arch off the mattress slightly as a small moan pushed between your lips. âor you could just tell me the truthâŠâ he spoke, thumb rubbing your clit and sending waves of pleasure up your body.
your eyes squeezed shut, âthat is t-the truth.â
âcome on, baby. you donât even believe that,â yeonjun responded, incredulous. he hummed again and grabbed his cock with the hand that was circling your clit, rubbing the reddened tip up and down your arousal. he used his other hand to hold down the lower half of your body.
how could you tell him the truth? it was clear that he wasnât looking for a relationship with you that wasnât purely physicalâand a secret at that. even now, his words rang through your head: âweâre like two puzzle pieces from two seperate boards.â
the two of you didnât even fit together.
you couldnât possibly say that you were hopelessly in love with him. that you daydreamed scenarios where the two of you were together, really together. scenarios where you held his hand in public and where he wasnât afraid to kiss you in front of his friends and anyone else who may be watching.
it was a pipe dream, and you knew it. you knew he knew it, too. and yetâŠ
yet, you wished that maybe your thoughts would be proven wrong. maybe he would smile and say that he loved you too, that he wanted to be with you too. publically.
breath hitching, you said in a low whine, âiâve been stressed.â
it wasnât technically a lie, but it was still far from the truth. you just really didnât want to ruin what the two of you already had going on. it would absolutely crush you, and you already looked at yeonjun like he hung the stars in the sky himself.
your hips rolled up towards his on their own and you dug your head into the pillow underneath you. âiâve been avoiding everyone, not just you,â you continued.
yeonjun hummed again and you could tell that he still didnât believe you, but would drop it for the time being. âthen iâll make you feel better.â his lips were on yours again, rough and full of desperate need just as he pushed himself inside you fully.
you broke away from him suddenly, crying out in a loud moan that yeonjun then cut off with his lips. his hand still pressed down on you as he thrusted into you again. he brought his free hand up to cup your face gently, all while you moaned into his mouth.
his pretty lips sucked dark marks onto your neck, claiming you as his as they trailed down to your breasts. the obscene sounds the two of you made together bounced off the walls and you were lucky that you lived alone in this small apartment.
âfuck, youâre so wet. does my cock in you feel good, sweetheart?â yeonjun asked and all you could do was nod as he fucked into you deeper. he nodded along with you, âyeah? you want more? youâre still stressed?â
whimpers fell from your lips as he kissed the love bites he just left. âw-want⊠more. please,â you begged.
yeonjun chuckled, pretty smile lighting up his features. he then moved the two of you so you were now straddling him as he laid on your bed. your eyes widened in shock. usually he had you pinned under him as he fucked you. never have he let you ride him before.
âride me, baby?â yeonjun asked. âtake all of your stress out on me.â
you inhaled sharply as you looked down at him, looked down at his length laying on his lower abdomen and wet with your arousal. you shook your head. there was no way you were gonna be able to ride himâat least not on your own.
he mustâve sensed your hesitance because he cupped your face and rubbed his thumb along your cheek. âyou can do it. youâve taken all of me before. donât worry, iâll help you.â yeonjunâs voice was low with reassurance and you swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded.
âokay,â you shakily muttered.
yeonjun nodded again with you, âlet me help you feel better.â his hands found your waist and pulled you towards him as he kissed you, melting your worries.
he pulled away and looked down between the both of you as he sat up more. he guided your hips up and reached down to prop his cock up for you. âsit on it,â yeonjun said.
your hands found his biceps and grabbed onto them tightly as you aligned yourself. slowly, your pussy sunk down on him inch by inch, wrapping around his length and filling you up so much that you felt like you could feel him in your chest. yeonjun let out a guttural moan as he fell back against your headboard. âgoodâŠâ he whimpered out, trying his hardest to steady his breathing. his hands on your waist moved down to your hips as they tightened.
âgood girl, just like that. see? i told you you could do it. fuckââ yeonjun suddenly thrusted up into you, eyes rolling back slightly. âfuck, baby you feel so good,â he breathed out through a moan, âgod, you drive me crazy.â
the corners of your mouth rose as you watched his reaction. you never gotten this clear of a view of his face and you were enjoying every moment of it. experimentally, you rolled your hips forward and immediately let out a loud moan. yeonjunâs fingers dug into your hips hard, âs-shit, keep doing that. gonna make me cum if you keep moving those pretty hips like that.â
he moved your hips for you as he stared at you through hooded lids, mouth open as more moans passed his lips. you bet your expression mirrored his as you moved your hips more, brows furrowing as shock waves of pleasure shot up through you.
you placed your hands flat on his bare chest as your hips moved faster. your head flew back as yeonjun kneaded your bouncing tits, thumbs rubbing over your perked nipples. âkeep going,â he whined through labored breaths, thrusting his hips up against yours as you moved.
âjjunie, iâm gonnaââ you could barely finish your words as he thrusted up towards you and the rope in your stomach completely snapped. you fell backwards onto your hands, giving him a full view of your shaking body, glistening in the dim lamp light with a layer of sweat.
you tried to catch your breath as best you could as pleasure rippled throughout you and made your limbs feel like jelly. you wanted to help him too, so in a weak motion you used your hands behind your back to roll your hips again, using the last bit of strength to raise your hips as well as you dropped them back down on his throbbing cock.
the sound the two of your bodies made was completely lewd. cum dripped from out of you and around his cock and down his thick length. yeonjun watched the whole thing and you swear you saw the last resolve in him break as his mind completely fogged over. âmy fucking god,â he half moaned, half muttered as he sat up completely. in one swift movement his tight grip held your hips and he fucked into you so deep and unrelenting that you saw new galaxies.
all you had was the weakening strength of your arms behind you to keep you afloat, and the more he fucked you, the more it wavered. âyou drive me fucking crazy, you know that?â yeonjun sputtered between moans. âyou and this pretty fucking pussy of yours, devouring my cock whole. all i can fucking think about these days.â
you barely heard anything yeonjun was saying with the ringing in your ears, you think that he barely heard himself, honestly. his mouth was stringing together incoherent words and praises between various curses as he fucked you deeper and deeper. your arms shook and so did your body not just from your rapidly numbing body, but also from the sheer force of his thrustsâso desperate and so sloppy as he chased his incoming release.
ât-too⊠m-much!â you cried, trying to catch his gaze through the tears forming in your eyes and your tits bouncing in your face. âcanât take a-anymore!â
yeonjun shushed you softly as his hands moved to your waist, his frenzied pace not stopping. he pressed you up against his chest and slammed his lips onto yours. ârelax,â he whispered breathlessly between kisses as his body moved in sync with yours, âyou can take it.â
he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, moans falling from his parted lips as he released inside of you and filled you up impossibly more. your head fell to the crook of yeonjunâs neck as the two of you caught your breath in comfortable silence. after a couple minutes, yeonjun broke it and breathed, âgood job, babygirl.â
yeonjun moved you onto your back, still deep inside of you. he pulled out slowly, the base of his cock covered in a white ring of cum as more of it poured out of you and down the curve of your ass. he watched it all with eager, hungry eyes.
âfuck⊠look at that,â yeonjun mumbled under his breath. he dragged his thumb along your cum covered folds, pushing some of it back inside you just to watch it pour out of you again. you jerked as your breath hitched and you tried to close your legs but yeonjun used his thighs and free hand to keep them open. âso pretty, makes me want to pump your pussy full of more of my cum,â he continued, louder this time.
he leaned down to greet your lips in a slow kiss, hands touching any part of your body that he could access. the two of you stayed like that for a while as you came down from your sex high, lips locked together. your hands were in his dyed hair, pulling at the tips as you whimpered softly. your core throbbed and you were filled with need once again.
yeonjun smiled against your lips. you had to give it to him, he knew your body well. a low hum came from the back of his throat and he pulled away. âitâs late,â he muttered before kissing your lips again and pulling away fully.
he disappeared for a moment and came back with a warm, wet towel to clean the two of you up. after he turned to pull his boxers back on as you laid under the covers naked. you watched as he started to pull on his black jeans, your heart racing with every tug. all you could think about was how you didnât want him to go. how you didnât want to go back to practically being strangers again.
suddenly the words are tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them, your head too clouded to think properly about the consequences your words may have. âlisten⊠iââ
âdonât tell me youâre in love with me,â yeonjun joked in a teasing voice as he buckled his belt. your mouth clamped shut and heavy silence filled the room as yeonjun put his shirt and flannel back on. he paused once you didnât say anything, turning to look at you from your window.
he hesitated before sighing and reaching down to put his boots back on. you tried to not let the tears fill your eyes in front of him as thick tension filled the air, opting to tug the blanket tighter around your body. âletâs not ruin a good thing, okay?â yeonjun said, lowly, avoiding your eyes.
yeonjun opened your window and the cold night air hit you full force, causing goosebumps to form along the parts of your skin that were exposed. the moonlight made the skull necklace around his neck sparkle. âiâll see you tomorrow?â he asked as he turned to face you.
you hid your face from his view as you looked to the side just as the tear rolled down your cheek. you nodded, it was a solemn nod that you tried to mask. you moved your hand to fix your hair in a discreet way to wipe the tear away and looked at him with the biggest smile you could muster. it didnât reach your eyes.
you could tell he didnât buy it and that he wanted to say something about it, but you laid down before he could and focused your eyes on your ceiling. you heard his soft sigh and the window close after he stepped through it, effectively cutting off the cold air blowing into your room.
all at once it felt like the stars had come crashing down around you. no matter how hard you tried, it felt like you couldnât get oxygen to your lungs and hot, blistering tears fell from your eyes. you heaved in breaths of air that did absolutely nothing.
sobs wracked your body that were so loud you were sure that yeonjun could hear them outside. they hit you like a tidal wave and the pressure of it all was making you drown. you clutched at your chest as you laid in a ball beneath the covers, gasping for air as you cried harder and harder.
how could you be so stupid? you knew the riskâknew that he didnât feel that way about you and still you opened your big mouth. and for what? you wouldnât be shocked if your relationship ended here. if you never saw yeonjun again and the two of you went back to being actual strangers, someone who you stared at from a distance.
youâd never see his face again. youâd never see his band tees and smudged eyeliner, never hear his loud rock music that gave you a headache, never feel his skin against yoursâagain. it was completely and utterly over, and it was all your fault. you felt sick to your stomach.
like a zombie, you rose from the grave that was your bed and numbly put your pajamas back on, feeling disgusted with yourself. you stripped your bed of the old sheets and covers and replaced them with new, clean ones. you shut off your bedside lamp as you fell apart in the darkness, more pained sobs forcing its way through your mouth.
youâd never see yeonjun againânot in the same dim light you once saw him in before.
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Deer Demon Child Headcanons
Requested
Alastor & Child Reader
Warnings? â
â implied death, mention of blood, mention of cannibalism, weapons-gun â
It was a surprise to everyone that a child wandered into the hotel.
A little deer demon.
That's you
Climbed up one of the bar stools and stared the cat man down until he finally noticed them.
"Uh..hey? Kid."
"I want juice!", you pointed at a bottle behind him that was on the shelf.
"That's not juice."
While distracting you with magic tricks and cards games, Husk called Charlie to let her know that a new guest had arrived.
The Princess ran to get to the lobby and rushed over to the bar.
"Hi! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!", Charlie sings out before noticing the little deer. "Oh."
Everyone is called into the lobby.
"Ok!", Charlie claps her hands together and introduces you to the group. "Everyone, be nice and say hi."
Later on you are asked by Vaggie and Charlie how you got to the "red place."
Mostly everyone left and it was only you three. Four.
"Before I woke up here I was with my moma.", you said while coloring your drawing. "Dad had a shiney toy in his drawer and showed it to me a lot of times. It made fun clicking noises. I wanted to play with it, so I took it out."
As you were explaining you drew out the shape of a gun.
"I wanted to show Moma but she looked scared. And when I tried to make the clicky noise it came out different. It made a bang and then Moma fell."
You drew your mother covered in red.
"I tried to wake her up but she wouldn't get up. I got sad and started crying."
You didn't notice Charlie and Vaggie looking sad.
"Then Dad came home and started screaming at me and took the toy away. And then everything went dark for a while."
Picking up your paper, you showed the girls your drawings.
"And then I woke up to the red sky!"
Charlie hugged you after and said that she'll make sure you go to Heaven.
Oof sad backstory.
Husk literally growls at Alastor everytime he mentions venison for dinner.
Alastor has joked to others that he'll eat you but stopped once he grew fond of you.
"Little fawn.", he smiles as he greets you. "Would you like gingerbread cookies?"
To be honest, everyone is worried that Alastor might kill you. But surprise, surprise! They are shocked when he takes care of you instead.
You're the favorite hotel guest.
Anyone that tries anything will be taken care of.
Charlie did a talent show day and you sang, surprising everyone with your angelic like voice.
You're a curious little deer and the hotel guests and staff find you in odd places.
Once Angel found you upsidedown behind the couch that was against the wall.
"What are ya doing back there?", he asked after pulling you out.
"Niffty said there was treasure!", you smiled.
Alastor finds it adorable that you go to him when someone you don't know/scary person is in the hotel.
Sir Pentious is told to put all of his weapons away.
Everyone dubs you as Alastor's child. Even the Radio Demon himself.
Vaggie threatens Alastor after he jokes that you'll be a cannibal like him.
Of course he'd never do that but its funny to see Vagatha's and Husker's pissed off faces.
Alastor keeps up with the human news and learns that your father went to prison. So the Radio Demon waits for the man to fall.
Art will be provided. (Later)
~Seline, the person.
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SHH.
older brother choso x babysitter reader
a/n: this was for someone who requested a reader with waist beads. had such writers block with this omg
warnings: sub choso, he says mommy like once
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Homeless. The word never came to mind when you juggled around the possibilities of moving out of your parentsâ home. You worked a decent job; it wasnât much, but it was enough to pay the rent and small utilities. You never thought about what you would do if you happened to not have a job anymore. It never seemed plausible.
But unless this was some elaborate prank from your forbearing boss, youâre staring at a termination letter in the darkness of your room. Youâre fired. Thereâs the proof right there, written in a fine, bold red print. They needed to cut budgets- they had to let a few people go. Thereâs also the fake sympathies of âWeâre sorry to let you goâ and âYou were a great employeeââ all bullshit, really. A poor attempt at making you feel better.
You shouldâve prepared for this, shouldâve saved for more than a monthâs rent. But you didnât, and unless you find something in the next two weeks, you will run out of food. You had little experience, you had only been working at that cafĂ© shop for three months. You try to find the same position at a different place, a little bit further from your place.
âWhy do you want to work here?â A sharp feminine voice blinks you of your thoughts. Your eyes swiftly turn to the lady recruiter, but you frown when you realize hers were shifted downwardsâ on her notepad.
Because yaâll are hiring?
You decide to take the honest route. You need to pay rent; you donât have the capacity to come up with a lie. Maybe sheâll take pity on you.
â.. I- Uh. I just got fired from my previous job and only saved one monthâs rent- I like the peacefulness of working at a local cafĂ© since that was what I used to do. Your company also promotes natural and healing ingredients; thatâs admirable.â You choose your words carefully.
You hear a hum, âDo you like these things?â
âI do. I like taking care of myself in and out, even energetically. Itâs why I have these waist beads. Theyâre stones each have different healing properties.â Should you have rambled like that?
Your waist is a target of her attention, and as you mentioned, a collection of colorful, small, spherical stones adorn your waist. At least seven of them sat snugly under your slender stomach.
You piqued her interest because the next twenty minutes of your interview were a deep conversation about the different meanings held by the stones you wore. Maybe youâre reading too much into it, but her tone made it seem like she was impressed.
She dismisses you with a, âExpect a call in two weeks.â and a smile. The only one sheâs given you since you got here.
The wind in New York was quite strong, so when your shoes clattered on the cement beneath you, you were surprised when a paper hit you right in the face. Your lipgloss held the paper in place. You pull yourself to the side after moving the paper, and you see something just as youâre about to crumble it up.
babysitter wanted asap, will pay $50 an hour!
And just under that, his Instagram and a small description.
my name is choso, and i need some help looking after my little brother. heâs 5 years old, very cheerful, and generally well-behaved. iâm only 20, and if i continue taking care of him alone, iâll probably fail my classes. itâs just the two of us, so if youâre interested my ig is @c.kamo
In all honesty, you were already hooked when you read $50 per hour. Is he rich or something? When you type in his Instagram, youâre taken aback.
The man you see now is dangerously attractive, making you wonder if this is a prank. You click on his story and- how lucky are you? The piercings on his eyebrow, nose, and lip were a striking contrast to his pale white face. His jaw is exceptionally sharp, his lips are pink and full, and his hair is styled into two adorable pigtails.
When you press your finger to show the following picture, you audibly gasp. His abs were pushing through a tight black compression shirt. His arms are veiny, firm- big. Your Uber almost left without you because of how struck you were.
You fold the paper stu, put it in your purse, and follow him, deciding to text him when youâre home. You just hope heâs still looking for a babysitter, you donât know how long this paper has been rolling around the streets.
As usual, the doorman greeted you happily when you arrived after a short ride to your apartment. The constant buzzing on your phone since you got here has reminded you of the potential job offer that came to your attention a few moments ago.
Youâre pushing your pants down when you go to his profile again, and you stop abruptly when you realize the man who followed nobody followed you back, and he sent you a message. A smile slowly creeps onto your lips, making you feel giddy.
That was easy, you think. If you had known how easy it was to earn money elsewhere, you would have quit ages ago. It makes you overthink, worrying that this was another one of those sex trafficking schemes you havenât heard of yet.
Choso sends you his number afterwards and instructions for tomorrow. You feel at ease knowing that the address he sends you is in one of the skyscrapers in Long Island City. He even sent you the apartment number and told you to use his full name so the doorman could ring you up.
That morning, he informed you of a few things about Yuji. He may be reserved because his previous babysitters didnât appreciate his energetic personality. Though, Choso assures you that once he feels comfortable, it wonât be long until he opens up. Youâre a bit sad to hear that those who looked after him before werenât very kind and that Yuji would often complain that he would have to play alone.
You figured they only mentioned babysitting to get Choso. When you told him this, his only response was,
âget with me? i donât see why, is there something in particular they want?â
Yeah, whatâs in your pants. Is what you wanted to say.
Yuji leaves you feeling surprised when you meet him. This boy wasnât anything like a reserved one. You donât believe he could manifest such a thing. When he came to greet you, he jumped on you, and you had to quickly pull your hands from your pockets and catch him so he wouldnât fall. Youâre chuckling, and your voice is comforting the little boy when you speak,
âOh! Hi, sweetheart. Nice to meet you, Yuji.â
His smile is blinding when he looks up at you, âYouâre pretty! What are those beads for? Are you my new babysitter? Will you play with me?â
Choso observes your interactions with his brother and how you answer his questions as if itâs second nature. The beads that his brother mentioned caught his attention the moment you stepped through his door. Heâs ashamed. He feels utterly ashamed to admit that heâs been gazing at them.
Out of curiosity at first, but then he noticed the way they moved whenever you did.
Choso was not the type to indulge in lustful thoughts. He didnât have trouble keeping his eyes away from the previous babysitters who arrived at his house in the shortest skirts ever made.
So, why is it so hard to look away from you? From your waist?
Thereâs nothing revealing about what youâre wearing. Your outfit consists of a flowing white skirt that touches the ground, and he noticed that a black tank top keeps bouncing up no matter how many times you try to pull it down. Despite this, he is still unable to look away. You look soft, the beads are loosely adorning your hips, and suddenly, he canât help but think of how his hands would look there.
Choso blinks. Where did that come from?
He shakes his head, attempting to shake himself away from these fantasies. He has to leave. He will miss his class if he doesnât leave his seat on the kitchen counter.
He clears his throat, âHe seems to like you already. I have to leave now.. for class. Iâll be home in 3 hours, and there is money on the counter if either of you gets hungry.â
When he speaks, you notice the uncomfortable look on his face. Does he not want to go? Is he worried? Although you hope not, you are questioning yourself when he walks towards you on the floor and gives his brother a kiss, but then passes you without even giving you a glance.
Well... That was uncalled for. Yuji takes hold of your hand and leads you to his LEGO collection, preventing you from pondering it.
Choso doesnât come home in three hours like he said. Rather, two hours later. He did let you know, though. He really wasnât the type to do this, so it wouldnât be fair to you if he didnât. He tried his best to delay as much as possible because he wasnât ready to see you yet. He was afraid of those thoughts from earlier and wasnât prepared to come face-to-face with them again.
Alas, he had to. He closes the door to his apartment with a smooth click and is greeted with the sound of TV. He doesnât hear much, but what he thinks is.. light snoring?
He makes a slow walk to the living room, and there you both are. Youâre lying on your back, your mouth slightly open in a light snore, and your left arm is dangling off the corner of the cushion. Yuji is on top of you, also on his back, and is practically in the same position as you.
Chosoâs instincts drive him to walk towards you both, and what he does next is entirely natural. He lightly ruffles Yujiâs hair to avoid waking him and kisses his forehead. He thinks youâre the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen, even with the few hairs on your laid black lace that covers your right eye when he looks up at you.
He brushes it to the side, immediately flinching back when you move your head in your sleep. What the fuck is he doing?
He rushes to get a glass of water, taking care not to make any abrupt sounds. He wants to let you sleep a little, he reasons with himself that heâs just being a good person. In reality, he doesnât want you to leave yet. He refuses to believe he does not want to wake you because of his selfish motives.
âChoso?â
He jumps, almost dropping the glass in his hand.
âSorry, I didnât mean to wake you. Yuji-â When he fully faces you, he stops short. The pictures on your Instagram had nothing on you, honestly. Both your skirt and tank top are now lower than when you came here, and he can clearly see your voluptuous tits. The cute pudge of your stomach wrapped by those fucking waist beads is also visible to him.
Youâre still half asleep when you notice heâs not talking, so you donïżœïżœïżœt care much to interrogate him. Your tone of voice is one of concern when you say, âI put Yuji in his room, donât worry. You okay?â
No. Far from it, actually. That is what he desperately wants to say. But how could he explain what it is thatâs really wrong with him? Heâs having unnatural thoughts about you, including your body and face. You might think that heâs a creep. Yuji seems to have a good relationship with you. What is the probability that he will find someone like you again?
He doesnât want to risk it; he doesnât want to take that chance. So, he answers you, âIâm great. Nothing is wrong at all. Did you, uh, have fun with Yuji?â
âOh, yeah! He was great, he always had something new for us toâŠâ
Whatever youâre talking about gets tuned out by Choso. He hates himself for it. Heâs sure what youâre saying is important, he doesnât doubt it for a second. But did you ever notice that your lips twitch whenever you speak? That you start playing with the ends of your hair when you suddenly become hyper-aware that his eye contact is unwaveringly on you.
Heâs not looking directly into your eyes but rather at your entire body. His eyes would shift from your lips, then to your chest, but they would always find their way back to your hips. You had a hunch that he wasnât really listening to what you were saying. And you catch on quickly, so you decide to tease him.
âI think if I keep stretching, Iâll be able to do the splits in a week. Donât you think so, Cho?â
âHuh? Oh, yeah.â Cho? You already gave him a nickname?
Even though you stifle a giggle, it eventually becomes a full-blown laugh. The mere sound brings Choso to a smile before he covers his face sheepishly.
âI didnât mean to zone you out, I just had a long day.â
âI can see that.â You finish your fit of giggles and move over to his fridge and check to see if you have any leftovers from earlier, âYou should eat. Thereâs some leftover Chinese in the fridge, I can heat it up for you?â
He hurriedly takes his bag off and drops it on the ground before sitting on the countertop. âIâd have to pay you more for your services.â
âYou donât have to pay me, I canât in my good conscience leave you alone like that. You can barely stand up.â As you microwave some leftover fried rice, you can hear him hum. All the while, his eyes never leave your frame- waist.
âThis is actually the first time I didnât have to rush home early.â He murmurs, his hand holding his face up while he admires you.
As you wait for the timer to end, you turn your attention towards him, âReally? Is that why you took your sweet time coming home?â
He likes how you say âcoming homeâ, as if heâs coming home to you. As though you were living together. When he detects the annoyance in your tone, he frowns, âI apologized.â
You notice his pout as you hand him the hot plastic food container. âIt wonât happen again if thatâs what youâre worried about. Please donât quit, I really-â
âWoah, Iâm not quitting.â
You cut him off, and he can reply with nothing but an âOh.â
When you gather your purse and keys, Choso watches- Youâre leaving already?
âYeah, you pay really well, anddd I like Yuji.â You were sincere. A salary like this shouldnât be wasted because of a delayed arrival. At least he informed you that he would be late; thatâs better than nothing. And itâs true, you really liked Yuji. It was natural for you to get along with him as if he was already a family member.
Itâs endearing how Choso abandons his food to follow after you as you walk towards his door. âIt was fun babysitting, Cho! Text me when you need me-â
âTomorrow? Could you come again tomorrow at the same time?â
Youâre momentarily speechless, but remember heâs waiting for a response, âTomorrow?â
âI might need you for the rest of the week actually, I have a few finals coming up.â Choso is smart. He doesnât really need to study for these finals, but he figures he can use that as an excuse to have you here, with him.
You stutter out, âWell- Well, I still have to go job hunting..â
âI can triple your pay. Quadruple it if you want.â He said without delay as if he hadnât offered to pay you more than $500 daily just to spend some time with his brother.
âIs money just not that big of an issue for you?â You laugh, perplexed as to why this man is just throwing money at you like youâre a common whore.
Not when it comes to you, no. âNo. Will you come back for the week?â His answer is blunt, honest, stoic even, like he doesnât catch on to why youâre in such disbelief.
âI- I guess.â At that moment, he offers you a lazy smile and wishes you goodnight. He complemented his words with a sweet âYou looked very pretty today, by the way.â Allowing you to drive away in the Uber flustered and thinking about the entire interaction on your way home.
The next four days were the same: Choso left for class, you spent an afternoon with Yuji, and a small conversation and meal between you and Choso happened right before you left for that night in the kitchen. You assumed it would be the same when he asked you to take care of Yuji while he was studying at home.
As you neared the end of the week, those conversations grew longerâŠand more secluded. Choso is usually found in his room with his face stuffed in a big textbook and his notes. When you sat on his bed, he would move them to the side and give you his full attention.
âSo, youâve never had a girlfriend?â You repeat his statement back at him with a look of apprehension. How is that even possible? Heâs hot, rich, and really smart, too. How come heâs not taken?
When he answers you, he doesnât seem embarrassed, âNo. I havenât met anyone.. interesting, yet.â
You stare at the ceiling as you take in his words, âAre you saving yourself for marriage?â
âIâve had sex once. It wasnât memorable enough for me to do it again.â Chosoâs face becomes warm when he responds to you. Is it even right for him to share these things with you? He is curious about your thoughts when you donât speak for an entire minute. His body is shaking in anxiety while he is in his gaming chair.
You huff, sprawled out on his bed, âI donât think anyoneâs first time is the best.â
He raises a brow, making a sound that urges you to finish, âYou need experience to figure out what you like and donât like.â
âDo-Do you have experience?â
You smile and finally turn to look at the pale man, âWhy, yes, I do.â
ââŠCould you teach me some things?â
Silence. Choso doesnât know why he said that. Heâs not sure why you guys are even talking about this. Maybe it was too soon? Maybe you didnât see him that way? What if you decide to leave?
âM-Maybe I shouldnât have said that. You donât have to-â
âSure, Iâll teach you.â Lifting yourself off his bed, you stop in front of the space between his legs. The physical struggle heâs facing to not grab you can be seen as he repositions his eyes on your waist again.
Leaning close to his lap, you place your hands on his shoulders, âIf thatâs what you really want.â
Your movements are slow, particularly when you put your ass right on his bulge, which has been there since you entered his room. Choso is at a loss with his hands, so you help by positioning them on both sides of your hips. He instantly squeezes and you canât help but notice that small mewl coming from his lips.
âIs that what you want, Cho?â
His nod is swift and desperate even as his mind starts to get hazy. You smell really good, and the feeling of you on his lap is quickly becoming something he wants more of. His head is already in the crook of your neck, and his soft lips touch you before he tentatively sucks.
You gently pull his head back by his hair, and the sound that comes from his lips is raw and deafening. âDonât go mute now. Use your words.â
âYes.. please.â Heâs panting, his eyes hooded and low as he gazes into yours. His words prompt you to gently press your lips against his, proving his resolve. He didnât have much, or any at all, because he snatched your lips harshly. Youâre gasping because of the sensation of his hands gripping your waist and pulling at your waist beads. Heâs grumbling about how you taste and how you feel so much softer than he could ever imagine.
Chosoâs breath becomes choppy when you start grinding against his bulge, and he can even detect your swollen lips through your shorts. His hands begin to creep up your body, and his fingers immediately pull down the top of your tank, exposing your tits. You werenât even wearing a bra.
You swallow loudly when he releases your lips and lowers his head to wrap them around your dark areola, squeezing the other hand to ensure itâs not neglected. Choso gets lost in your taste and hypnotized by how you twitch and buck whenever he bites gently. He withdraws with a pop and swiftly leans down to fill his mouth with the one his hand was holding.
You gasp out, âSince this is a lesson, I should teach you how to-â
âEat you out?â Although his words are muffled, you can still hear them clearly. You make an effort to chuckle, but he bites your nipples again, making you release a small moan. Thereâs no chance to react because he suddenly lifts you up, takes two steps from his chair, and sets you down on his bed.
Choso is prompt and hurries you out of your shorts and panties. The lace pair is flimsy and rips easily due to his strength- his eagerness. His face is flush against your cunt as he forces your legs apart. Even if you tried, you couldnât move because of his firm clasp.
Your lips are gleaming and dripping on his lips, you are so wet. When he finally drags his tongue between your folds, he can feel your throbbing, âYou taste amazing.â
His lips wrap around your clit and suck harshly, causing slight twitching and cross eyes. Itâs impossible to think he only did this once. Heâs sucking so obscenely and poking at your quivering hole incessantly. Choso is moaning against you like heâs been dying to do this. Thereâs no way he only did this once. Youâre overwhelmed by the way heâs making you feel,
âRight there! Shit- Oh! Youâre doing so- so good.â
At the praise, his eyes roll back, and his cock throbs against his boxers. The way he slowly pushes his middle finger into you is riveting, stretching you better than your fingers could ever. Your breath staggers as you let out a sinful moan.
Your hips begin buckling, your beads thrash as you move, and Choso has to put a heavy hand on your stomach to prevent you from running away when he accelerates his ministrations. Heâs keeping you steady while curling his finger upwards and punching your G-spot over and over again. He adds another one and twists them, hoping to receive your praise again.
You wail out a beautiful symphony, âYes- fuck! Mâgonna cum. Youâre gonna make me cum, baby.â
He loves the way you make dirty words sound angelic. Heâs the one whoâs going to make you cum, heâs the one making you tremble and cry out at the mercy of his tongue and two fingers. The pressure in your stomach is so intense that you feel like youâre on fire, like a dam is about to burst.
âCum. Please, please. I want it so bad, want you to make a m-mess.â
Your head is turning as he continues to make love with your hole, kissing the hood of your clit with his rough passion. An earth-shattering orgasm rips through you, and your chest rises up and down as your back arches without much help. With your head thrown back, your hands scramble to grab his hair to keep him where he is. He was too determined to savor every last bit of your sweet essence, so he wouldnât even dare move anyway.
As you stumble out, your body shakes violently, âAh! Youâre such a good boy, Cho.â
Low whimpers vibrate against your core, and you donât delay in pulling him up your body and kissing him, moaning when you taste yourself on his tongue. Heâs becoming needy once more and doesnât hesitate to start grinding his fat cock against your thigh- his boxers being long gone.
He doesnât pull away from your lips when he speaks, âCan I put it in now? Please?â
The way he begs is so sweet, and it makes you coo as your soft hand grabs his length to lead it to your sopping cunt. Jesus, heâs big. Abnormally big, how did he hide this?
Youâre teasing him by slowly sliding his flushed tip between your lips, never going in. His moans are whiny, and his hips twitch every time he goes over your tight hole. Chosoâs balls are churning, he might just cum like this.
âPlease- wanna fuck you. Just put it in, p-put it- Fuck.â
His lips swell with a deep moan as you finally push his tip in. Youâre so wet, so warm. He has to push the rest of his thick cock inside to feel you clench on him entirely, and he does. He bucks instantly, forcing almost half of him inside your dripping mound, and the stretch heâs giving you is painful but euphoric.
You have to silence Choso with your lips against his lips after he releases another pornographic moan, âShh, baby. Donât- Donât wanna wake your brother up.â
You move your hips, causing him to slip the remaining inches inside you. Heâs speedy in pulling back, bringing his tip to your entrance, and then slamming his hips against yours. Youâre groaning against his lips, gasping every time you hear a slick noise coming from between your legs.
The sensation of your cunt being so warm and suffocating him back inside with a tight grip is making his mind go into a coma. As Choso gives you deep, sweet strokes, his hold on your waist is harsh, and you anticipate feeling sore tomorrow. Heâs not going to last long, you feel too good.
âYouâre fucking me so good, Cho! Harder, baby. Just like that, fuck me harder.â He follows your instructions swiftly as if heâs afraid of disappointing you. Your words are motivating him to work harder, to make this experience perfect for you.
Heâs whimpering pathetically above you, his thrusts getting harsher and deeper when he fucks into you. âMâgonna cum. You feel so- Shit. Please- Please let me fill you up.â
âYeah? Wanna fill me up? Beg a little more.â As you whisper in a daze, youâre spent and almost at your peak.
âPleasepleasepleaseplease- Ah shit! Please, mommy!â Choso moans into your neck while his hips bump into yours in uncoordinated movements. Your cunt is a perfect fit against him, he canât get enough of it.
You were surprised by the impact a single word had on you. Youâre wrapping your legs around the man above you, arching your back off the bed as your fat pussy squeezes his cock, releasing your juices all over his body. Thatâs all Choso needs to dump his seed inside of you, having to bite your shoulder to not release a loud moan that would surely wake Yuji up.
Choso falls onto you, both of your movements still, as your breaths are heavy and your bodies are dripping with sweat. You donât speak but rather sink into his embrace and the aftertaste. He finally ends the silence,
âI think I know what I like now.â
You make a confused sound, âWhatâs that?â
â..You. I like you.â
As you prepare to respond, a faint snoring noise interrupts you. He fell asleep. You chuckle and stroke his hair in a comforting motion before kissing the side of his head. Your mind is brimming with unspoken thoughts of,
I like you too.
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Hellooo. Here is a best friends sister sorta request- h is best friends with your brother đ and heâs tired of hiding đ I think this is a one off, maybe a two off if Iâm feeling spicy.
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Warnings- exhibitionism(donât do stuff in public pls), dirty talk, soft dom!h, slight angst, slight mention of violence, people pleasing tendencies, etc etc etc
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"I just wish things were different. I wish we didn't have to hide. I wish your brother knew about us. This sneaking around shit⊠itâs getting old. I donât like having to pretend you arenât the only fuckinâ thing Iâm thinking about."
âI knowâŠâ The dark corner of the club was their solace. The humid air from the sea breeze leaked into the club around them and overly loud and slightly dated music being the unlikely reprove to having to keep up appearances through the last few days. Harryâs family always came with them on this vacation out to the islands and it used to be hell on earth. Each year she had tried her hardest to tamper down her crush, but now she didnât have to.
Well, not unless their families were around.
With her brother in his own room, Harry had volunteered to take Y/N out as a âchaperoneâ of sorts and in turn, gave her a real taste of what it would be like if they didnât have to hide their relationship- but she wasnât exactly ready for the explosive way she knew her brother would react. He took things incredibly personally sometimes, but she was doing her best to try and not let it scare her too much. Harry was right- it was getting old. incredibly so, but it was hard to let go of her peacemaker mentality. Sheâd adopted it her whole life to keep the peace, diffuse situations, and now that she had finally found happiness with someone- it happened to be the one person that she knew he was going to freak out over.
âWe need to tell him eventually, I know that. But I justâŠâ Her fingers tangled in his necklaces, the alcohol making it easier to be emotionally vulnerable for once. âI donât want to ruin it. Donât want him to scare you away.â
Harry's heart ached as he looked at Y/N. He knew she was right, but the thought of hiding their relationship made him feel sick. Tired, even. He didnât like having to watch his hands, where he was looking. He should be able to room with his girlfriend. It wasnât like their parents hadnât been rooting for it for ages, but he tried to understand where she was coming from.
Maybe it was a bit of the rose colored glasses keeping him from seeing what she did, but he didnât feel the need to valiantly protect her brother from the knowledge that he was dating her. "I don't want to hide either, darling." He said softly. âMânot going to let anything come between us, especially not him." His hand slid up her thigh, wrapping around to the back of it and flexing his fingers.
"Your brother might piss me off when finds out, but only because he's probably, definitely going hit me. I'm not going anywhere, Y/N. I promise you that." His face grew more serious. "I donât know how to make you understand that I am not afraid of him. Iâve been his mate for years. I know what heâs like but respectfully, heâs going to need to get over it and realize that I only have the best intentions..."
âI know.â She repeated, the humid air hitting her neck as she pushed bed hair off her shoulder, craning it to look up at him. It was unfair how handsome he was, with his curls sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck and the light shadow of facial hair since he had missed shaving yesterday. âI just⊠I know itâs selfish, but I want to spend tonight imagining he already knows and we donât have to worry about anything. That no one would be all⊠shocked or even say anything if I do this.â Leaning up, she lightly pressed her lips against his in a chaste kiss before settling back on her feet, lips slowly separating. Harry made no move to pull away from her. If anything, he followed.
Harry's eyes shifted as he watched her, his heart picking in his chest. He loved the way she thought, the way she imagined a world where they didn't have to hide. Never once did he imagine himself to be one of those lovesick fuckers, but here he was again. Swooning over a goddamn kiss.
But really, who could blame him? He loved the way she kissed him, all soft and sweet and so damn gentle, like she was still a little hesitant he would say no even though theyâd kissed dozens and dozens of times- stolen them right under everyoneâs noses. As if he could ever say no- his body wouldnât ever allow that. It was all greedy for her, had no capacity, no ability to deny her if anything when it came to telling his girl no. "Then let's imagine.â
Sinewy arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her back into their hidden corner, the music pumping around them and his body hiding her from the crowd.. "Let's imagine that your brother knows and he's okay with it. That he's even happy for us." He pressed his lips to her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin. âA little grossed out, because I think that you are⊠the most beautiful, incredible, sweet woman Iâve ever had the privilege of knowing⊠but that would only be the truth.â
âYou really think that about me?â Her voice spoke solely to him. In their seclusion, people were still passing by, but no one paid attention. No one cared. To the rest of them, it looked like a young couple too loved up to keep hands off of each other. In most ways, that was the truth. Who knew invisibility could be such a gift at times?
Harry chuckled against her throat, his breath hot on her sticky skin. She smelled like sunscreen and that tequila sunrise she had accidentally splashed on herself, so a bit of orange juice and grenadine. Edible, summer, he wanted to sink into her and melt. "Of course I do." The man scoffed, his hands slowly roaming over her body as if he couldn't help himself. "And if your brother knew about us, I'd tell him exactly that. That I want you⊠and I want tâmake you my girl properly. But thatâs probably where it would stop, because I think heâd want to kill me if he knew what ran through my head when I get to see you.â Harry knew it was a good thing he wasnât a mind reader, and that theyâd gotten away with it for a bit so far. Yeah, heâd be taking a punch because he knew how Harryâs mind worked but he didnât know that he fucking loved her- that this shit was different.
âWell⊠since weâre pretending all is right in the world right nowâŠâ Her hands splayed across his chest, chin tilted up as he pulled away from her throat. Starry eyes glazed over in love peering up just at him, not knowing she was the one he was orbiting. âWhy donât you enlighten me on the things you wouldnât tell him?â
Harry's eyes glinted with amusement as he looked at her. "You really want to know, sweets?" He crooned, his voice low and sultry. "Alright then." His hands tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him so she could feel just how much he wanted her.
"First... I'd never tell him that I think about you all the time. Like... right now, I'm imagining wrapping your legs around my waist and backing you up against that wall over there." His eyes flicked to the wall behind her before meeting her gaze again. "And how bad I want tâkiss you until you barely have any breath, make you borrow some of mine."
Y/N felt her breathing pick up, ironically enough, feeling trapped in the best way. Whenever Harry was around her she sort of wanted him to smother her, in a weird sort of way. it was hard to explain but close never felt close enough. Harry just had this sort of⊠way about him that had her itching to get close and bask in his own kind of warmth. It soothed her bones.
"Nâthen once you caught up, I'd keep kissing you until you were panting, so that cute little giggle that turns into that sexy moan that you do. Fuckinâ love that." he continued, his voice growing deeper as he showed little restraint with his words. It was easy to forget where they were when he got started. "And then... " He trailed off, leaning in to kiss her neck again, his breath hot against her skin. "Well, I probably shouldn't tell you the rest."
âTell me.â She whined, in a way only tipsy Y/N wouldnât feel shame for. âPlease, baby?â Something sheâd noticed was how strongly he did react to those little pet names so she kept them sparse, but seeing how he reacted always acted as a reward. âYou can tell me. I want to know.â
He groaned low in his throat at the nickname, nipping at her earlobe before whispering to her the rest of the details he had been keeping away, waiting for the coaxing she had to pry out of him. "I'd slide my hand up your pretty little skirt and underneath your panties, feel how wet you already are for me. Slip a finger inside, nice nâslow at first, until you start to rock against my hand."
âYeah? In front of all these people?â She was slightly shocked- but slightly not. Seeing as Harry had really struggled with not being able to publicly show her affection, she should have guessed heâd be handsy in all scenarios if he has the full permission- but this was more than she had anticipated. Even more so⊠She liked it.
"Mhm..." Harry agreed, his hands slowly sliding up her thighs, bunching the hem of her skirt as his hands went underneath without a second thought. "And if you kept making those little noises like you do when I touch you, no one would even notice."
Y/N she didnât always make the best decisions but she knew she wouldnât regret anything with Harry. As cocky as the man could be, as arrogant as he may appear, getting to know him up close and personal the last few months that theyâd evolved into more than what they were⊠she knew he was a good guy. He was the type of guy she wanted. If he wasnât, she wouldnât be risking the peace her life had for it.
But no one ever said she wasnât impulsive. âIt is loud in here.â His body did hide hers in the corner, making it easy to be bolder. âSo you should put your money where you mouth is, and touch me.â
"Oh, I plan on it" Harry said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He didn't waste any time in sliding his hand fully up her skirt, his fingers brushing against her skin as he made his way underneath her panties. His pace was careful, his touch light as he slowly slid a finger inside of her. Then soft hitch of her breath made him hum felt her bury her face in his chest to muffle any noise she might make. All talk, his girl, but he didnât care too much- not when he felt that slick hole around his digit after being essentially edged all week. He continued to slowly pump his finger in and out, his thumb gently circling her puffy clit.
Biting his lip as he felt her clench around him, he could feel himself grow harder at the thought of being the one to make her feel like this. He added another finger, still moving slowly but picking up the pace slightly. "I want to take you out, show you off. I'm so tired of hiding you." Harry whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. He pressed a kiss to her temple as he continued to move his fingers inside of her. "I want everyone to know that you're mine. Donât want to have tâsneak off in vacation just to play with my girlâs cunt. Shouldâve been making you cum the whole time." Harry's other hand came up to tangle his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back so he could kiss her properly. His eager tongue slipped into her mouth as he continued to move his fingers inside of her, feeling her wetness coat his fingers.
She was clinging to him, her nails digging into his arms as she tried to keep quiet. Her breath was coming in short gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Face buried in his neck, her teeth sank into his skin to muffle her moans as he felt her shake against him. Y/N had never dabbled in public play before, and she knew no one could see, but the thrill of it all had her more wet than she had anticipated. Sure, the girl talked big game but she didnât know what she would do if she had actually got caught being touched like this. Add in the fact that Harryâs tank top hugged him perfectly, his tattoos contrasting his skin, the broad shoulders and brush of his facial hair against her sensitive skin had her feeling drunk.
âThat feels so fucking good.â She mewled, unsure if she wanted his mouth to keep her quiet or his chest.
"Shh..." Harry hushed her, his voice low and warning. "You have to be quiet, baby. Know itâs loud but yâdonât want anyone tâhear you." As much as he liked that idea, he knew his girl. That was something theyâd need to work up to. Just feeling her dripping down his knuckles as he fingerfucked her was shocking enough, so he was more than pleased with this. His face nuzzled against her neck, his stubble scratching her sensitive skin. "Wrap your arms around my neck. Lean back against the wall."
Putting her trust in him was easy, or maybe it was the pent up sexual tension she hadnât been able to release all trip as she did as he asked. The position made it look like a couple drunkenly making out, but his hand angled the farthest from the dancing drunk crowd was working slowly under her skirt.
Harry took advantage of her new position, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of her as his thumb continued to rub against her center. He felt her squirm against him, her arms tightening around his neck as she buried her face in his chest once more to muffle her moans. "Good girl... keepinâ so quiet for me... " He praised, his fingers picking up pace as he fought to keep himself calm. He glanced around quickly, making sure no one was paying attention to them, before he gently tugged her leg up, resting it on his hip.
The man had been good this whole trip. Heâd played by her rules, trying his best to keep prolonged eye contact to a minimum, not leaning into her too much, not touching her, trying to act as he had in the past- but it was borderline impossible. Not with the way he felt about her. He wanted to rub all over her like a cat, wanted to wake up with her in the pretty room with the balcony and be the one to order her morning coffee. He was so tired of being good. In all honesty, the man didnât care who found out anymore, not when being with her felt like this. Her little cunt gushing over his digits, dripping down the back of his hand as he curled his fingers just so.
"You're soaking through to my wrist..." Harry growled lowly, his other arm banded around her waist to keep her upright as her knees grew weak. He could feel her tensing up, her breath hitching as her body grew warmer. "Want you tâlet go for me, love..." He curled his fingers one more time, pressing against her spot over and over as he rubbed his thumb in tight circles over her clit. Her whole body shuddered against him, her legs trembling as she tried to hold herself up. "Youâre right there, baby. Can feel it. Let it go for me, my sweet girl... "
Harry buried his face in her hair as he felt her clamp down around his fingers, her body trembling slightly as she came silently against his hand. Her nails dug painfully into his shoulders as she bit down on his chest to keep quiet, her whimper muffled against his skin as she rode out her high. He held her leg tightly against his hip, his arm around her waist the only thing keeping her upright as her body shook with her orgasm. His fingers remained buried inside her, his fingertips gently stroking against her spot as he kept her on edge, prolonging her orgasm the best he could.
Pulling her face up, he dragged her mouth back to his. Their kiss was sloppy and desperate, Harry's tongue pushing into her mouth as he devoured her whimpers, groaning in response as he felt her cunt clenching rhythmically around his fingers. One of his favorite feelings, his favorite tastes. The only ways it could be better would be with his tongue on her clit or his cock inside of her. His hand shifted, tangling in her hair, holding her head still as he ate at her mouth, swallowing her noises as he kept his fingers buried inside her trembling pussy.
"Shh, baby... I've got you... " Harry cooed, his voice low as he gently worked her down. Slowly removing his fingers, he brought them to his mouth and licked her taste off of them before he lowered her leg back down to the ground.
âWeâre telling him. Tomorrow.â He mumbled, wiping his spit soaked fingers on his shorts. âIâm not spending the rest of this trip with you not in my bed because heâs gonna have a fuckinâ tantrum. Heâll get it over, baby.â
Looking down at her, his eyes softened significantly as he gazed at her flushed face and messy hair. "You're staying in my bed tonight. Iâve gone long enough without it. Everything else, weâll figure out in the morning."
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all of your au's are so delicious how does your brain come up with so many good ideas???
if possible, would you be able to continue Demon Summoning? demon Danny with a language barrier tickles my brain
Danny's eyes snap open. He springs upwards, shouting, "I'm alive! I live, and I shall conquer," throwing his arms into a double fist bump. A distant glow accompanies his cry, but he ignores it.
It must be his powers. They are always a bit hard to control first thing in the morning.
Usually, if he can wake before his alarm clock, he does this little ritual because when he was seven, Jazz read in a Kamra of the mental power." how being able to pump himself up without someone or something needing to wake him would control his day.
He rarely wakes before the alarm clock, but when he does, he tries to shout his self-affirmation.
He waits for the accompanying "My boy lives! Fear him!" that his dad will usually shout from down the hall. When all he hears is silence, Danny realizes something is horribly wrong.
The darkness around him, for example, didn't come from his closed blinds. He seemed to be in a naturally dark place, sitting on a bed that was only visible because of the burning candles nearby.
The most obvious thing was the stone walls covered in random symbols that looked like a cult had been told to vandalize them.
Danny slowly lowered his arms, feeling less like he was the man who could conquer his day with fortune cookie advice and more like a character who got sacrificed in horror movies.
He glances around, but a soul doesn't seem to be near him. Just four walls made of stone covered in black ink and various colored candles.
"Hello?" He calls out cautiously. "Is.....is this a prank? Jazz?"
A low glow of purple springs to life around his bed, spreading through the symbols. The light spreads across the floor in four different directions, and the moment it reaches the stone wall, it slowly goes upwards.
It's brighter the higher it goes until even the ceiling Danny had been unaware of shines brightly. It gives him a better view of the room when he realizes that one of the walls is made of bars.
He's in a prison cell.
Ancients, Danny is in a prison cell!
How did he get here? Where was here!?
The lights go out in seconds, plugging the room into the darkness, which is only affected by the very dim lighting of his candles. Danny grabs the blankets, pulling them up to his chin with a tremble, shifting his eyes back and forth.
He prays his sister will jump out with her usual cackle, claiming this entire creepy set-up was one rather time-consuming prank. It would be far better than the idea that he was kidnapped in his sleep.
"Jazz, this isn't funny. I'm not laughing. Also, Mom and Dad are going to kill you for getting me arrested, just so you know." He shutters, pulling his protective barrier (the blanket) closer to his chin.
The purple returned and vanished just as fast. Danny blinks, lowering the soft material slightly as he says, "Hello?"
Once again, the light returns.
"Is this voice-activated?" He asks the air, watching more purple. He pauses briefly before blurting out the chorus to one of his Humpty Dumpty songs. The symbols go in and out like a rave light as Danny starts to get into it. He drops his covers to pool around his waist, shaking his shoulders up and down and shimming in place.
Eventually, he switches to beatboxing, one hand covering his mouth and the other pumping a fist up and down as the symbols suddenly become cool and switch between various colors in the color circle.
Danny springs up from his bed, boxing and dancing in place as if no one can see him. An idea forms after he nearly chokes on his spit- he's never been the best beatboxer. He fished his phone out of his pocket, clicking through his downloaded ringtones to find the one EMD song he had.
He turned his music as loud as possible and watched the pretty colors flash around him to the beat. He laughed manically and danced around the room to his own personal rave.
He is about to start attempting to break dance when the cell door suddenly groans. Freezing in place, with one foot in the air mid-boggie, Danny can only stare wide-eyed at the thing swinging open to a man in a bat costume who watches him disapprovingly.
"Oh, I forgot about the prison cell." Danny hisses under his breath.
The man opens his mouth, and the sounds that fall out are sounds that might have been a language. He just doesn't know what any of it means but-
Wait. He recognizes those sounds. It was what the cult people were speaking in
Danny gasps, "I forgot about the cult!"
The man narrows his eyes behind the strange mask before stepping back and slamming the door shut. Danny watches him walk backward into the darkness until the man vanishes.
Slowly, Danny lowers his foot to the ground. "I don't feel safe."
Not even the company light show can make him feel better.
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"Well?" Bruce asks once he's back in the central part of the cave. His family, Raven, and John Constantine surround the Batcomputer, which displays the cameras set up in the demons' containment unit.
He would have preferred more secure holding, but the magic users assured him that natural stone walls with protective wards would be far better for a demon than any man-made prison.
"I'm not sure what he's saying." John fiddles with his pocket lighter, but his eyes never leave the screen. "But that is definitely a high demon."
"He's more powerful than my father," Raven confirms with a grim frown. The curve of her jaw is tense, which only appears when speaking of her parentage. Damian places an arm around her shoulder, offering his girlfriend some support. "It only took him a few seconds to push the wards to their limits after waking up. Then he went around doing a ceremonial dance that was about to shatter the wards, all of them, had Batman not intervene."
"I thought those were your strongest wards?" Dicks asks
"They are," John answers gravely, and the room falls into a troubled silence.
"What's he doing now?" Bruce asks, walking up behind the group but still feeling unsettled. When that- thing- turned to him, the bright glowing green of its eyes felt like the Lazurus Pit waters trying to drown him. He had to retreat quickly, or the screaming voices that appeared when he locked eyes with the demon would have driven him mad.
"He's rattling the bars of the cell," Tim reports, the only one sitting at the controls. "It looks like he is attempting to summon some of his powers as if those twin rings were meant to do anything besides go over his body. Now he's falling to the ground. He's taking the fetal position....he's crying."
They all watched as the demon rocked himself in fetal position with tears streaming down his face. He had a very human face, were it not for the flowing green eyes.
"Well, now I just feel bad," Jason grunts.
"Mate, demons pull this trick all the time. The moment you feel bad for them is the moment they know they won." John sighs. "It's an act. Higher demons are known for doing that. Look. He already broke through the first three levels."
The bottom and wall symbols on the screen shattered in a lovely shimmering boom. The demon screamed, rolling on the ground before it leaped up and broke through the bars in a mad dash.
Everyone gasps as the demon twists around to look right at the cameras. He points towards it while saying something in his strange, chilling language, and the image is lost as the camera fails.
They all twist on their heels, rushing to the containment room only to find that the demon is long gone. On the ground is a disregarded old phone that none of them has seen in years.
It looked like one of the earliest cell phones, with a buttoned keyboard and a tiny screen. Bruce lets his team search for clues as he turns the phone over and feels his heart fall to his knees.
On the screen is an image of Jack Roux.
The boy that they had rescued from being sacrificed only a few days ago. Was the demon not willing to let him go? Was it hunting him down!?
"We have to move." He says, feeling more than seeing his children fall behind him as he runs to the batmobile. "A young life is in horrible danger!"
#dcxdpdabbles#dcxdp crossover#The Summoned Demon#Part 2#Danny's brain isn't all there when he wakes up#Jack Roux is unfortunate enough to be a EMD artist in Danny's world#language barrier
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uhhhhh can i rq fem reader x fallen angel arlecchino with virgin reader giving into temptation. also they do it in a church. on the altar.
Ngl anon you cooked with this request. But just for clarification: I will write this fic based on teyvats beliefs, NOT actual beliefs! Which means that reader will be a follower of Celestia/the Heavenly Principles, just to make this clear! I will not write stories based on reallife religions, beliefs, etc.
Iâll repeat: this work is NOT based off of any religions, I purely made every single stuff up with the guidance of canon Teyvat Lore.
pairing: fallen angel!arlecchino x fem!reader
context: anon request!
cw: kind of an au, loss of virginity, hands down filthy sesbian lex, degrading, worship, arle fucking you out of pure spite for the divine, CONSENSUAL OFC.
NSFW utc, MDNI!
Your bare footsteps echoed through the wide halls, the colorful mosaic paintings being dimly lit by the surrounding candles as you made your way to the altar. A golden decorated podest, roses and other precious flowers being neatly aligned on the marble.
But thatâs the least you could do for them. For the Ursurper. The one who came Second. On the day of their awakening you shall not be standing on their wrong side. Why should you? Youâve been nothing but a devoted follower.
Regular sacrifices, dailiy prayers filling your routine along with one ritual being performed on each new moon.
And tonight there was no moon to illuminate your facial features as you slowly came to a stop in front of the altar, feet already numb from the stinging cold of the tiles on which this church was built upon.
It was a lonely, almost abandoned looking building at the top of a mountain with barely any visitors. Except for you. You made sure to keep the floor polished and the altar decorated with all kinds of goods that would perhaps please the divine. The colorful windows displaying a beautiful pattern made of all the colors youâd find in a rainbow if the sun dared to light up the sacred mountaintop.
Todays ritual was no different.
With your hands neatly folded in lap and your eyes closed, the prayer started to fall from your lips like a waterfall. You knew every verse by heart, could recite every ritual down to the smallest detail. Quite the devoted follower, are you not?
But during your reciting you failed to notice the candles you so neatly arranged around the cathedral slowly getting put one by one until the last flame was finally extinguished when you opened your eyes again, darkness quickly engulfing you.
For a moment your heart set out until the excitement came rushing back in.
Did your efforts finally pay off? Where you finally heard? It has got to be a sign- there was no way that-
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âAll these efforts⊠only for the Divine to look down on you.â, a low, female voice ripping through the silence, âSay⊠would you water a sprout if you knew that it would never grow up into a tree? Causing your deeds to drown in vain⊠all the time, tears and sweat you put into watering the seedling, just to get ignored. Tossed aside.â, but when you sprung up on your feet to look around- there was nobody in sight.
âShow yourself-! Who are y-â, the scream leaving your throat was muffled by the hand closing around your mouth.
âMy identityâŠ.? Such a curious thing, arenât you? My lordship surely got themselves a sweet treat with you.â, the word lordship was laced with enough hatred to fuel a fire in the depths of the abyss, sending a shiver right down your spine.
âLordshipâŠ?â, you didnât dare to take a look over your back to face the unknown, instead your eyes wandered up to the statue of the Heavenly Principles or rather what they embody.
The cluster of stars that have been hammered into the crystal before you with a singular eye placed in the middle was silently analyzing you. Judging you. Whenever you stood right in this very spot for longer than anticipated, youâd get the weird gut feeling that something might be wrong, might be watching. It creeped you out even after so many years of praying to the Heavens, that you just got used to it.
âSurely, you wouldnât like to spend the rest of your life praying to an uncaring and corrupt deity. Or are you as naive and⊠innocent as you truly look?â, slender hands snaked around your waist, tugging you back against the strangers chest. As touch deprived as you were- goodness, it did some things with your pussy.
Fuck, she was tall.
âWhat⊠What do you know about the Second who came? A-A bitter soul you must beâŠâ, yet you didnât try to wiggle out of the tight grip of her arms when her sharp nails ran over your stomach that was still covered by the silken robe of yours.
Yes, being a devoted follower meant following certain rules. For example to not engage yourself in any kind of intimacy. Ever. No hugging. No holding hands. No kissing. No sex. But in all honesty you were a sucker for physical affection, not being allowed to even hug your loved ones on special days always nagged at your heart but you couldnât- you mustnât disappoint them. A non-negotiable deal.
âA bitter soul? You are not quite wrong with that, doll⊠what if I told you that yourâŠâ, her hot breath suddenly tickled the shell of your ear, âUrsurper is nothing but a coward? A coward feasting off on the hopes of the likes of you. Draining you. Laughing at you. Your efforts were doomed from the very beginning. ButâŠâ, slowly, the fabric of your cloth was tugged to the side, exposing your bare body to the cold atmosphere surrounding you.
A gasp left your mouth.
You forgot that the ritual from earlier required you to wear nothing underneath your robe. There wasnât a specific reason since it was a solo act. Thatâs just how it was written down.
ââŠbut it is not too late for you to turn around and start over. To forget how you wasted the past years of your life for nothing in return.â, her words were strengthened by a soft, gentle kiss being placed right behind your ear, the touch forcing you to press your legs together. To try to ignore how the wetness wasnât stopping to form between them.
Turn around and start over?
How?
The Ursurper has been the sole center of your life for the past decade. You woke up for them. Ate for them. Prayed for them. Sacrificed for them. Breathed for them.
Lived for them.
âI⊠I-I canât- I-⊠th-they wouldnât want me to turn away from them- to commit a sin in their name- th-thatâs not what they would have wan- HahâŠ!â, the hand sneaking between your legs came straight from hell itself. Knowing exactly how to glide her fingers in between your slickness, how much pressure to apply on the soft bundle of nerves, in which speed she should circle them over it.
âIs it truly a sin if it feels so good? Is this truly what you would consider defying the laws of the Divine? Look up at them and give me an answer.â
You couldnât help but push your hips further into her hand, grinding them back and forth over her digits. You didnât know what this mysterious woman looked like. Neither did you care. But what you did care about was this sinking feeling in your stomach when your eyes found the statue in front of you again.
Guilt.
How could you throw all of your hard work away for five minutes of thrilling ecstasy? What has gotten into you?
âI⊠n-no⊠th-this isnât right⊠but⊠o-oh god fuckâŠâ, your need for satisfaction was slowly starting to outweigh the guilty feelings. She was right. How could something feeling this good be considered a sin? Maybe it was a mistranslation from the old books? Maybe this was actually supposed to be a holy message to the heavens.
The stare looming over you felt now more heavier than ever as your hips were now practically fucking the womanâs hand, trying to catch that desired high, to maybe force whoever gods were sitting in the castle high above the ground to pay their attention to you.
ââThis isnât rightâ, yet you are practically using my hand for your own satisfaction. Didnât they teach you some manners during all those years of useless worship?â, the sentence came out in a low groan, forcing you to bend over the altar which you swiped clean of any decorations beforehand.
The sound of fabric being ripped echoed through the cathedral.
Then you felt the chilly air ghosting over your wetness, forcing goosebumps to form on your skin as she practically pushed you down on the cold stone like youâre supposed to be the next sacrifice.
Maybe you were.
Maybe you were going to be the next sacrifice by the way her next words reached your ears in a soft purr, âMy, My⊠such a sweet lamb letting me bend her all the way over. Iâm not sure your lovely god would enjoy this sight. One of their most loyal acolytes just giving into her former Angel of Death like thatâŠâ.
The air around you stilled.
Angel of Death?
Goodness. You were in such deep shit.
A stranger wouldâve been better than whatever she was.
There was little to no information about her, Arlecchino. The Primordial Ones deathbringer. It was all old tales dating back way before the Archon War, something about her being the Ursurperâs executioner after they emerged victorious against the Sovereigns.
But something mustâve happened between the two of them for the Angel of Death to betray her superior by stepping into the destruction of Khaenriâah from 500 years ago.
The only witnesses to tell the tale died in the following impact from Arlecchinoâs punishment.
Therefore no records of her consequences exist.
âAccording to your silence, you are very much aware of who I am. That makes things easier for me. Now where were we againâŠ.? Ah⊠rightâŠâ, pressing her throbbing tip against your already soaked cunt earned herself a sharp gasp, âI wanted to show you just how much they really care about you. Surely, they would care about me tainting your purity with my cum, right?â.
âA-Ah-! I⊠I-I donât know, I- nghâŠ.â, Holy. She was big compared to your tight pussy.
Never once did you dare to pleasure yourself, too scared about possible consequences but Arlecchinos dick stretching you out further and further as she shoved herself inside⊠maybe this was the salvation you were looking for your whole life.
âYou donât know hmâŠ? Goodness me. Are your likes really just all tits no brain?â, her hands. Her fucking hands grabbing onto your hips as she guided you over her length. How could this be considered a sin? What on earth is sinful about a strange, powerful woman splitting you open on her cock for the first time in your life? On an altar? In front of a statue of said deity?
Nothing came to mind.
Dragging her hips back now, a whine espaced your lips as you desperately reached behind you to grab onto her, lifting up one leg onto the sacred surface of the altar to grant her deeper access.
âN-No-! No donât leave-!â, her movement stilled.
âLeave? Oh, doll.â, with a harsh tug on your hair, you were forced to look up right into the divine sculpture, its stare seemingly burning itself into your soul.
âIâm just getting started.â
The thrust that followed her sentence had you moaning across the whole cathedral immediately. Hands searching for the edge of the altar for at least some stability as her dick dragged into your cunt, grazing the sensitive spot that made your back arch and your toes curl.
Just like that. Over a decade of prayers, rituals, reciting. Down the drain like that.
But her cock forcing your tight walls apart with each thrust of her hips into yours made it SO worth it. Is this what youâve been missing out on for your whole life on purpose? My, you were dumb. So dumb.
âAnd? Where is that god of yours now that youâre allowing me to fuck that pretty pussy for the first time in a place of worship? Do you feel ashamed? Maybe even guilty? Let me assure youâŠâ, Arlecchino made sure to hit your spot which each thrust of her hips, sloppy sounds filling the holy walls as your wetness dripped down your thigh, âThey could not care less about you.â
Maybe she was right. Maybe they really donât care about you. Or else why would they allow their former subordinate to fuck you here in their church? Right in front of their sculpture? Spread on the altar like itâs already a daily routine, fill up your tight cunt to the brim and have your eyes roll into the back of your head?
But you couldnât think about that right now. Not when her tip was kissing your cervix with each thrust. Not when her dick started to slightly twitch inside of you, being unaware of what is awaiting you. And what is that tightening feeling intensifying in your abdomen?
âWho is your god now?â
You didnât know what this heavenly feeling was when you threw your head back, pussy clenching and making sure to get every single last drop out of the liquid she just spilled inside of you prior to your own climax, telling her over and over who your god is.
Her.
Death itself fucking you senseless in a cathedral was not on todays to-do list.
âThere, there⊠sweet thing⊠having her first taste of salvation. My, how come your legs are already shaking? That good?â, her thumbs stroking gentle circles over your hips when you felt her chest pressing against your back.
âDonât worry. Iâm not even remotely done with you.â
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yandere!azul ashengrotto x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, arranged marriage, oviposition, breeding, royalty au note - in an effort to bring peace to two warring sides, you are engaged to the sea queenâs son.
If anyone is to blame for the abysmal diplomacy between the Land and the Sea, it would be your ancestors. Pompous and foolhardy, they thought they could rule the grand seas stretching out from the harbor, beyond weather-worn docks with their rotted, seaweed-strewn planks and briny fetor. The ocean was vast, unexplored territoryâa dangerous, deceptive beauty harboring life far beneath unruly waves.
And your ancestors intended to claim it.
Sailors would recount tales of fishfolkâuncanny creatures who looked more marine than the two-legged mammals of the land. Theyâd raise mugs, each overflowing with ale, in drunken merriment, terrifying themselves with the mysteries of the deep, dark sea.
âIt ought to give ya a proper scare straight to Davy Jones himself!â theyâd say, voices lowered conspiratorially. âSoon as yer candle goes out and all yaâve gotâs the moon to guide ya⊠Youâll hear âem slip through the water if yer listeninâ well enough.â
âYou ever go and spy one up close?â
âIâd sooner see the Devil himself and let him keelhaul me before facinâ those cursed beasts!â
âThe cut of their jib ainât so pretty. Enough to give men like us a fright and weâve seen all sorts of somethinâ.â
âMonsters, I say! Monsters!â
Festivals were held to keep these beasts at bayâto prevent them from gathering the courage to creep up onto the land. Every year, during the summer solstice, pits were hollowed on the shore and bordered with stones. Flames licked towards the sky, red-orange fingers clawing for purchase amidst the stars above. Townsfolk would sing and dance late into the eve, bellowing songs passed through the generations. Children would skip up and down the beach, torches in hand, and cry out an old chant: âFish for you and me are meant to stay in the sea! Should you see one on land, may the Heavens strike it down with a gentle, loving hand!â
Their excitement did well to ward off the fishfolk. Sometimes the lone child would spot one in the distance, peeking out from between the rocks before diving back under in a splash.
On land, humans were safe. On land, the fishfolk couldnât catch them.
It was different in the sea.
Ships were destroyed in terrible tempests. The waves tossed them around as if they were nothing. Many sailors would find their demise at the bottom of the ocean, torn to shreds with shattered skeletons. Viscerally brutalized, they died with secrets on their tonguesâsecrets of the strange fishfolk whoâd drag them down, down, down to a watery grave.
On one cold February afternoon, the octopus prince was brought into the world. In shadowed fathoms, a grand celebration was held. After so much timeâmisfortune after misfortuneâone fry survived out of the entire clutch. He was round and soft and small, colored blue from exertion and fighting through the tug of the current to reach home. The Sea Queen met him halfway and embraced him, ecstatic tears in her eyes, for a motherâs love is stronger than any political power.
âMy little Azul,â she said, stroking a hand along his cheek, âhow precious you are.â
No ships were sunk; no lives were lost. It was a peaceful day for both the Land and the Sea. And it would continue to be so in the future. Every year on that same February, it was made a day of peace to honor the little prince.
A day of life, not death.
It was on that same February eleven years later when you were tossed into the frigid depths like a hatchling cast out of its nest. Similarly, your birth had been a wondrous occasion. Your parents brought five boys into the world, each just as adored as the last, but they had been hoping for a daughter. It was a miracle when their fervent wishes were finally granted. You were spoiled as all daughters often are, pampered and doted on by your family and the palace staff.
Your brothers, though protective and caring, were a troublesome and rowdy bunch. Kyffin was the eldest. Two years younger was Emyr, and another two years behind him was Owin. A year younger than him were twins Morcan and Martyn. They picked on you as all immature boys often do when caught up in sibling rivalries, aiming to be the only one their parents see. To prove themselves as the best, the strongest, the wisest.
So it was with a half-cruel heart that Emyr tossed you into the waves from where he stood in the rowboat.
âOnly way to learn is with exposure!â he called down to you, watching as you struggled against the push and pull of the sea.Â
âC-Canât!â you shouted back, choking on salt and flailing about. âE-Emyr, I canâtâcanât swim!â
âDonât be silly,â Owin added with a sweet smile. âItâs how we learned. That old sod threw us right in. Youâre lucky itâs us and not him. He was awfully mean with it, wasnât he?â
âTerribly so.â Emyr watched your struggling a moment longer and clicked his tongue. He held the oar out just before you could slip under, and you clung to it with shaky hands. âCome onâletâs get you up here. Youâre not gonna get it today.â
âFin got it on his first try.â
âFin gets everything on his first bloody try.â
Relieved, your heart pounding like a drum, you peered up at your brothers. âIâm sorry I couldnât get itâŠâ
âNothing to apologize for. Youâll get it one day.â
âWeâll keep trying until then. And once you do, weâll throw you a big party.â
âReally? Will you really do that?â Your expression brightened, but your brothersâ faces darkened. They saw the shadow before you did. Saw the webbed hands reaching out, the serrated teeth glinting in a sinister smile.
And thenâ
Owin leaned over, his arm outstretched. So fluid was his motion that it took you by surprise. â(Name), grab on! Hurry! Beforeââ
The rest of his warning was muffled by the water. You hardly had any time to brace yourself when you were yanked under, your nails raking across the wood of the oar as you went with the force of the pull. Salt stung your eyes when you cracked them open, peering frantically at blurry surroundings. Teal-green specks slid silently through the shadows, mismatched eyes flicking over your form. And then there was a high, raucous sort of chittering. Like a dolphinâs cry, loud and piercing. You squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your palms against your ears.
It only lasted a few mere seconds, but it felt like an eternity trapped in the coils of a creature you couldnât comprehend. One moment you were holding your breath and the next arms were hooked around your torso, and you were pulled up and into the belly of the rowboat. Your hands flew to your throat, and you coughed up seawater while Owin patted you.
âItâs fine. ItâsâŠokay,â Emyr muttered, his voice shot through with fear. It was the most shaken heâd ever sounded.
Blood fogged in the water, staining the tip of his harpoon. He gazed down at his hand. A deep, jagged gash ran angrily from palm to wrist. He hissed and closed his fingers in a tight fist.
âWe gotta get back,â Owin was saying, still rubbing soothing circles into your back. âIâll row. You rest.â
âNot good,â Emyr said instead, shaking his head in dismay as he watched your attackers retreat.
âWeâre still in our waters, right? We didnât go past the boundary, did we?â
âLetâs hope not.â
âWe didnât, right?â
âLetâs hopeââ Emyr paused, collecting his words. âLetâs hope those monsters were in the wrong.â
âFatherâs gonna kill us.â
âIf not us, the monsters.â
Both brothers looked towards you. Your tunic was torn, stained through with saltwater and blood. You shivered all the way to shore.
Following that mishap, an official meeting was called between the Land and the Sea. The Kingâyour fatherâmet the Sea Queen at the border. He stood proud on his ship, peering down at her with fire in his old eyes.
âYour Majesty.â
The Sea Queen was just as formidable as those who came before her. Her tentacles unfurled as one, and if you looked at them long enough they almost seemed to take on the shape of an obsidian-colored crinoline.
âI believe my mother and your father made the terms quite clear all those years ago,â she said, a wave lifting her to meet the King at the deck of his ship. âSo then, with that in mind, there should be no reason for us to meet under these circumstances.â
Emyr and Owin stood just behind their father. You peered through their legs at the Sea Queen, silently amazed. Youâd never seen anyone quite like her before. At least, not a real person. Youâd seen her in storybooks, depicted as a fearsome beast with devilish features, and though there was something intimidating about her gaze and build she appeared understanding enough. Her grey skin was sleek in the morning sun, her long, silvery strands tied up and pinned with an ornate hair ornament. She looked beautiful in a magical, enigmatic way.
âI couldnât agree more,â came the clipped response of your father. âAlas, misfortune has brought us here.â He stepped aside to allow her to behold Emyrâs bandaged hand. âHarm has befallen my son and daughter. I suppose you might have an inkling as to why they find themselves in their current state?â
She frowned, but you couldnât tell if it was out of sympathy or some other emotion. âPerhaps one of them can give reason to the wound now marring one of my subjectâs sons.â
Your father glanced overboard at the snake-like merman cradled in the arms of another merman. They looked near-identical, their features unmistakable. He glanced back at Emyr, his gaze hard. âGo on then. Explain yourself.â
Emyr stepped forward. âWith wholehearted respect, Your Majesty, it was out of self-defense. Your kindâthey attacked us first.â
âYou were in our waters!â one of the mers exclaimed, pointing a clawed finger towards Emyr. âItâs all your fault Jade got hurt!â
Owin hurried ahead, his hands gripping the taffrail. âHeâs playing it up! It was a graze!â
âHe couldâve died! You almost killed him!â
âThat is enough,â the Sea Queen said, jutting an arm out to silence both sides. âI understand everyone is hurt here. Our feud lies in misunderstanding.â She gazed at you next. âLittle one, we have yet to hear your story. Do share.â
You glanced at the guards, at Owin and Emyr, and then at father. He nodded encouragingly. âU-Um!â Shyly, you approached the Sea Queen. âMy brothers were teaching me how to swim. I donât know anything about whose water is whose. I just wanted to learn how to swim.â You met the fierce scowl of the mer holding his twin brother and quickly looked elsewhere. âHe grabbed me before my brothers could pull me up.â
âBecause you were trespassing. Anyone who tresspasses ought toââ
âFloyd.â
At the not-so-subtle warning in his fatherâs voice, he shut his mouth and snarled. His brotherâJadeâwas handed off to their father, who assessed his state with a frown.
âHe will live, but it will take time for him to recover. My son is right. Your son could have killed him.â
âJust as your sons could have killed my sister!â Owin shouted, glaring.
Floyd stuck his tongue out, remorseless.
âIt is impossible to know which side is in the wrong,â your father began, turning towards the Sea Queen. âSeeing as both have been injured, I am willing to apologize on behalf of my sons.â
âWhat?!â Owinâs head turned towards his father. âYouâre bloody mad! Have you not seenââ
âFather,â Emyr interjected evenly. âWe have nothing to apologize for. We were within our waters. We had no ill will towards the others. It was completely innocent.â
The Sea Queen hummed her contemplation. âThe boundary was drawn for a reason, decided upon by those who came before us, and yet it does more harm than good. It is not for safetyâs sake. It is to keep us dividedâto ensure that neither side will ever know peace.â
âAnd youâre implying that we get rid of it?â
She nodded, quite serious. Everyone looked on in equal parts shock and disbelief. âWhy do we continue to fight? It does nothing but open old wounds, rendering them incurable. Innocent lives are lost in petty squabbling. And for what?â
To that, no one could offer a smart reply.
âTherefore I propose peace. A union to welcome a new eraâone in which we embrace one another as allies without animosity.â
âA union?â Your father raised a brow, suspicious but willing to listen. âI suppose it would be beneficial. My people would be free to travel the seas at their leisure.â âAnd mine would no longer have to live in fear of being thoughtlessly slaughtered and taken as trophies.â
âUnbelievable,â Orwin muttered.
Emyr elbowed him. âKnock it off.â
âWeâll collaborate on a contract. One that dissolves the invisible boundary that has been the cause for so much suffering. In order to attain true peace, I shall offer you my only son.â She glanced at you and then back at your father. âYour daughter shall marry him when they are of age.â
âWhat?! No way! Ew! Gross!â Your voice came out shrill and you shook your head in protest. âI donât wanna marry an octopus! No, I wonât do it!â
Your father stood in front of you. âSheâs my only daughter. If something were to happenââ
âWhich is precisely why I bring up this engagement. Should they be betrothed, we as their parents will promise to uphold peace to give them bright futures and they will act as the first example of a human-mer alliance. Unions between humans and merfolk are unheard of, but is this not the best way to foster harmony between the Land and Sea?â
âI wonât do it! No! Donât make me marry a grossââ Emyr gathered you in his arms, holding his uninjured hand over your mouth.
âLet the grown-ups talk.â
Owin frowned. âI still donât agree with thisâŠâ
Your father mulled it over, his eyes glazed in thought. âVery well. We will create a contractâan official peace treaty.â
Both leaders shook hands and planned to convene at the end of the week to discuss further.
You watched the mers depart, each one slipping under the sea. Floyd was the last to go, staring at you with a mean sort of vitriol. And then he, too, dove under.
âHe didnât mean it, right?â you whispered to Emyr after your father gave the order to turn the ship around and head for land. âI wonât have to marry an octopus, right?â
Emyr could only offer a commiserate frown.
âSheâs a brat,â Floyd spits. âStupid, evil Two Legs.â
Jade chuckles and runs his fingers over the scar. âI consider it an honor.â
âYeah, well, I think itâs messed up. Sheâs the reason you canât ever swim naturally again. While sheâs up there in her pretty, little tower, safe and sound, youâre still hurting.â
âItâs not as much of a hindrance as you may think. Iâm not weak, mind you.â
Floyd grumbles. âStill. Sheâs mean.â
Azul gazes up at the palace, sighing dreamily. âSheâll be my wife someday. Thatâs what humans call it, yes? Husband and wife⊠What wonderful words.â
Itâs been one year since the peace treaty. Since then, humans and merfolk have made an effort to get along. This is the second time Azul will be meeting with you. Heâs nervous. The first time you went out to sea to greet him, and heâd gotten so anxious that he inked right then and there. His mother entertained you from where you sat in the boat with your personal guard. It was a mortifying experienceâone that had taken him months to recover from.
Now heâs going to try to meet you in the shallows. Try is the key word here. Heâs scared, all three hearts beating as one. Is it too late to reschedule?
âI canât believe youâre actually okay with this. You that lonely?â
Azul turns to scowl at both twins, but itâs mostly directed at Floyd. âI never asked you to tag along. Leave me alone.â
Jade smiles. âAnd let the Queenâs little prince swim to his death?â
âI can take care of myself.â
âSure you can. But what about when Two Legs gets ya? What then?â
âShe wouldnât do that.â
Floyd rolls his eyes. âYou saw what her brothers did to Jade.â
âBecause you tried to kill her.â
âBecause she was in our territory!â
Azul huffs and pushes him away with a tentacle. âRegardless, weâre supposed to be on good terms now. Youâll break the contract if you try anything dangerous.â
âHeâs right, Floyd.â
âUgh. Whatever.â Floyd turns away, stubborn. âThis is lame. Iâm not stickinâ around.â
Jade lingers long enough to observe the way Azul lights up when he spots you on the stone steps. And then he disappears beneath the water.
Barefoot, holding your dress up and out of the way, you pad across the beach.
âWhy are you here? Iâm busy. My brothers are taking me into town.â
The smile that had been fighting to break out on his face frosts over. âOh. I⊠UmâŠâ Azul fumbles with the conch shell heâd collected on the way here. A gift for you. He made sure to study human speech patterns in the months leading up to this meeting. Heâs fully prepared! And yet you look so displeased. âF-For you! I found itâŠâ
You stare at the shell clutched in a dark tentacle. Tentatively, you reach for it. âWhy?â
âAh. W-Well, my mother says gifts are an important part of any bond. In the sea, we give gifts to the ones we care about. To friends and family and o-other halvesâŠâ
You turn the shell over in your hands. âWeâre not friends.â
âNot yet,â he tries, but you shake your head.
âYou ran away from me the last time we met. Thatâs not very friendly.â
His face flushes blue and he opens his mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. It wasnât on purpose.
Youâre already turning on your heel. âI donât have time for this.â You toss the shell over your shoulder. Azul watches it land in the sand, just out of his grasp.
âW-Wait! I⊠I want to talk to you. Please donât go. Youâre going to be my other half one day, so Iâd like toââ
But youâre already dashing across the beach to get to the stairs.
Azul deflates against the rock. Tears overflow in floods. Is it because of him? Is he to blame? Why donât you want to be his friend? Is it because of the peace treaty? Why?
Why? Why? Why?
Azul doesnât want to think negatively of you. Humans are sensitive creatures. He reads up on them in the palace library, poring over literature and textbooks in an effort to better understand you. But as the months pass and you seem to simply tolerate him for the sake of the alliance, he begins to suspect something.
Itâs made apparent the next time he sees you, where you walk right past the beach to catch up with your brothers. He hides behind the rocks, two blue eyes following your figure until youâre out of sight.
Floyd was right. You are a brat.
And yet he canât hate you.
On the eve of your eighteenth birthday, Azul meets you in the shallows.
Nowadays you send letters, preferring strained long distance over the personal intimacy of face-to-face relations. These exchanges are purely diplomatic. But now that heâs asked to meet with you, a rare occurrence, youâve deigned to greet him in person. Itâs the least you can do after heâs gone through the trouble to travel here. Itâs been so long since youâve seen him that heâs almost unrecognizable. You remember the round, baby-faced octo-mer from your childhood. The one who lounges against the rocks is leaner nowâhis features defined, jawline as sharp as his eyes. They cut through the gloom to find you.
âYou wished to see me?â Youâre in your nightwear, a silky gown with an even softer robe. A cool breeze blows across the beach, and you wrap your arms around yourself for extra warmth. âAzul?â
He hesitates, his gaze trailing up your legs. Youâve also changed a lot in the time youâve been apart. Youâve grown taller, filling out in places he didnât know humans could fill. What heâd give to hold you⊠His mother says he needs to be patient. Fickle thing that you are, youâre the reason heâs spent six years trying to appease you through lettersâto win you over and be anything more than that âannoying octopusâ youâre doomed to marry. Perhaps it would have been easier to act just as you do if it werenât for the fact that heâd been elated at the premise of having someone to love. When his mother broached the idea in the days following her meeting with the Land King, heâd stared at her with wide, excited eyes.
âThereâs a human girl who wants to be my friend?â he asked, to which his mother smiled and nodded.
More than a friend, actually, but then all he was focused on was finally getting to experience the one thing heâd never known or had: friendship.
Sighing, he foregoes formality and holds out a necklace. It dangles from the tip of his tentacle. Strung on a dainty, silver strand, pearls wink back at you under the moonlight. Azul averts his eyes, his cheeks a pleasant periwinkle.
âHappy birthdayâŠâ
âOh.â You move in closer, taking the necklace from him. His tentacle pursues you, twining delicately around your wrist. âUm⊠What is it? Do you needâwhoa!â
Azul tugs you closer. The sea laps at your ankles. Beneath a tapestry of stars, you meet his azure stare. His features are set with a determination youâve never seen before.
âI want to start over.â
âStart over?â
âIâd like to be on friendly terms with you. Weâre so cold. DistantâŠâ Azul frowns, seeming unsure of what to say or do next. The tentacle laced around your wrist like a bracelet tightens its hold. âWeâre to be wed one day. I want to make this work.â
You blink at him. He thinks he may have gotten through to you, having finally broken through layers of stone and ice, but then your nose scrunches and odium shimmers in your gaze.
âThatâs impossible. Iâm a human. How am I supposed to live with an octopus?â You shake him off with a huff. âIâm not sure what our parents think this will accomplish. I donât want to be a pawn to be moved around for the sake of peace. Iâm my own person.â
Azulâs expression sours. His lip curls up into a sneer. âWell, I donât find it very enjoyable either. Youâre not the only victim in this scenario.â
You exhale an exhausted breath. âAzul, I appreciate the gift, but it doesnât mean anything if youâre only giving it to me to curry favor.â
I wasnât, he thinks, but he doesnât say that. Admitting it would be a weakness. Admitting it would mean coming to terms with an unrequited opinion.
âAt least one of us is making a conscious effort.â
âAt least one of us isnât trying so hard. Itâs pathetic.â
âYouâre not obligated to accept my goodwill.â He smiles, smug. âYet you do every time. Iâd wager you enjoy my materialistic affections.â
âAs if.â Despite this, you hold the necklace out of his reach when a tentacle flexes towards it. âItâs mine now.â
âSo you are fond of my âpatheticâ ways!â
âIâm not!â
You jerk away with a vicious scowl, but your foot catches in the sand and you quickly find yourself tipping backwards. If not for the tentacles that coil around your waist to steady you, you would have fallen on your rear. Your chest heaves with adrenaline. Stunned, you stare at Azul.
âYouâŠcaught me,â you breathe, lips parted in awe.
âDid you think Iâd let you fall?â He cocks his head at you, grinning playfully. âWhy, Iâd never! Unless itâs me youâre falling for, in which case I gladly welcome theââ
âYouâre such a pest.â Untangling yourself from his grasp, which he allows without scrimmage, you step away from the waterâs edge. He watches you secure the pearls around your neck, and his hearts stumble in his chest when you point an accusatory finger at him. âDonât delude yourself with foolish nonsense. I have no interest in you.â
With an indignant harrumph, you start towards the palace.
âMay we meet here tomorrow?â Azul calls out after you, testing his luck with what little chance he has.
âDonât push it.â
âIâll wait for you.â
âGood. Keep waiting, dummy!â You break into a sprint, hurrying off into the shadows.
Azul smiles at the empty beach. Whether or not you like him, it doesnât matter. Youâre to be his one day. Youâve always been, ever since he was eleven.
Heâll wait, even if you wonât show.
Ostensibly, twenty-one years wise, youâre getting married today.
Your gown is just as exquisite as your hair and makeup. Pearls cling to your throat and armsâclassic wedding attire for merfolk. A thin veil shields the scheme in your stare.
This was an inevitability, but youâre determined to fight it until the end. No matter how quickly time seems to pass, youâll do everything you can to stall and slow it.
Gripping a sharpened dagger in a resolute fist, you drag it through the long, sprawling train of your gown.
âAs if Iâd marry an octopus,â you grumble, cutting fine fabric until youâre permitted smoother movement. Gazing at yourself in the mirror, you scowl. âIâm no oneâs bride.â
By the time the maids arrive to check on you, youâve already stolen out the window.
The rowboat sways on choppy water. Youâve watched your brothers do this enough times to have the technique engraved in your memory. Your arms strain with the oars, every muscle screaming in protest, but you fight through the pain. The palace looks smaller and smaller with every passing minute. Eventually, youâre so far out that the land is but a mere speck.
Itâs going well. Youâre escaping towards a better futureâa future without the octopus prince.
You glance towards the horizon. Your boat undulates with the waves.
Youâll miss your brothers, your maids, your personal guardâŠ
Water slops over the edge. You yelp, startled. Have the seas always been so rough?
Despite everything, youâll miss your father.
Just as you think this, your boat rocks to the side. You grab onto the edge to steady yourself, but itâs already too late. It tips over and you go with it, careening into the sea with a noisy splash. Twin shadows cut seamlessly through the murky water. You catch sight of a yellow eye before you propel yourself towards the sky, coughing and heaving once you break the surface. You grab onto the overturned rowboat, your dagger clutched in one hand.
You search the surface for them, eyes flicking to and fro in a frantic panic.
Somewhere⊠Anywhere⊠Where are you?
And then you find them, peering at you from the other side of the boat.
âGo on then,â you spit, glaring. âKill me.â
Floyd bares his teeth at you. âThis time I ainât gonna leave a scar.â
âYou know we mustnât. Thatâs not why weâre here.â Jade smiles at you, but thereâs something in his eyes that unnerves you. âYour Highness, you should know itâs poor manners to leave the groom on his special day.â
Floyd circles you restlessly. âSânot fair we gotta be nice when youâre so mean.â
âIâm not going to marry him.â
âIâm afraid you donât have a choice in that matter.â
âWhatâd Azul ever do to you?â
You attempt to answer that before realizing the truth. Nothing. Heâs done absolutely nothing but be kind and understanding and patient. And I took that, chewed it up, and spat in his face.
âIf you used that brain of yours, you wouldnât have thrown yourself to the sharks. We canât get to you on land.â âBut itâs fair game in the sea,â Floyd finishes, every syllable dripping with pride. âStupid Two Legs.â
âIâm inclined to agree. Youâre not the brightest human. A pity.â
âMy brother shouldâve gutted you when he had the chance. Maybe thenââ
You see the whites of Floydâs eyes when he strikes, launching himself at you with a clawed hand, sharp, pointed teeth aiming for your jugular.
This is it. Youâre dead.
âŠor not.
The searing pain never comes, nor does the impending laceration. You cling to the boat and watch dark tentacles rise from the depths to close around Floyd, ensnaring him in a firm hold. He thrashes, snapping his jaws like a deranged beast.
âLet go of me, Azul! Lemme at her! Sheâs a bitch! Iâll kill her!â
âThere will be none of that.â Azul tuts. âI donât intend to marry a corpse.â
Jade swims over to you. âMy feelings arenât hurt in the slightest, Your Highness. If it werenât for your status and connection to Azul, Iâd have disemboweled you ages ago. Quite a relief for you, yes?â
You swallow your horror, allowing him to detach you from the boat so that Azul can turn it over. A tentacle curls around your waist, lifts you from the water, and places you back in the boat. You stare at your hands. Theyâre trembling. You can hardly hold the dagger properly.
It takes some convincing and a lukewarm apology from you, but Floyd promises to be good. He doesnât do anything as youâre pulled back to shore, but he does stare at you for the duration of the trip, his eyes tracking your every movement. You press yourself into the belly of the boat, defeated and riddled with anxiety.
Your father isnât pleased. When you see his enraged expression, the debate dies on your tongue. âYou are to marry the prince,â he seethes, pulling you aside, âor else you jeopardize the peace of our kingdom.â
Youâre washed and fitted in a new dress. Guards are stationed at all possible routes to prevent another escape.
When you walk down the beach to meet Azul in the shallows, your veil shields the sadness in your stare.
The ceremony carries on without incident. Floyd watches from the water, lurking like Death. You speak rehearsed vows in robotic monotone, mindlessly floating through the rigmarole like itâs second nature. Azul smiles at you through it all, sweetly smitten.
Itâs a nightmare lived in real time.
Humans and mers alike congratulate you, cheering for this momentous occasion. Your tongue is numb by the end of it all. Youâve expressed faux gratitude so many times that it hurts to even force the words. And now, as night descends and the party kicks into full swing, youâre left reflecting on the day.
Freedom feels so far away. Youâll never know it again, will you?
Azul guides you away from the crowd. Firelight grows dim with the distance. Eventually, you find yourself taking refuge in a tiny inlet cut into the beach. A rocky outcrop hides you from the moonâs spotlight.
âIâm not upset,â Azul murmurs, curling a tentacle up your leg. âBut Floyd is.â
âHis brotherâs the one who hurt me all those years ago.â
âThat was before the union.â
âIâm not letting it go.â
âPerhaps not now, but you will. One day.â
You donât believe him.
âOur people are at peace. Arenât you pleased, my love?â
You shove him away, gathering heaps of your dress to walk in calf-deep water. âIâm not your love.â
âLegally, you are.â
âThat means nothing to me. Absolutely nothing.â
Azul sighs. âEven now, after everything, youâre still trying to flee.â
âFor good reason. I donât want to be tied down.â
Azul inches closer. Another tentacle wraps slyly around your ankle.
âYouâre so beautiful. I feel like the luckiest mer in the sea. To be able to call you my own⊠My beautiful bride.â He pulls you closer. You resist weakly. âNow that weâre alone I can finally tell you the very thing Iâve thought of ceaselessly for years.â
A tentacle slides up your leg, straying closer to your inner thigh. You flinch away.
âAzul, wait. I donât wantââ
âI love you.â
You squirm in his hold, attempting to thwart the tentacles that grab at your every limb. You trip over yourself in the process. This time Azul doesnât catch you. Water laps at your dress, soaking through at once. Heâs radiant beneath the moon. Dreading his touch, you scoot as far from him as you can get in the water, hoping to reach land. Azul seizes your wrist and pulls you into his arms. You fight him with more force.
âNo⊠No, let go of me! Release me!â
âWhy should I? Youâre mine now. Is it not customary for a married couple to consummate their new bond? We do something similar in the sea.â A tentacle brushes your veil back so that he can look upon your pretty face. âIâd take you to a quiet space in the seagrass, lay you down in the sand, and thenââ
âI donât want that! No!â You lash out, swinging blindly. A tentacle shoots out to stop your arm before it can smack him. âAzul, pleaseââ
âI was patient. I waited and waited in hopes that you might warm up to me. I cherished you in silence. I learned your language. Your customs. Your habits. I wrote to you. Traveled to meet you. And yet you look at me as if Iâm a monsterâŠâ
Itâs not the devastated look in his eyes or the edge in his voice that scares you. Itâs the startling gentleness with which he handles you. Tentacles loop around your body, exploring beneath your gown. You wriggle in discomfort, yelping when suckers brush against the frilly garter secured around your thigh. Azul hums and holds you up in his tentacles, using two to spread your legs so that he may slide it from your leg.
âI wasnât forceful. I courted you kindly. You accepted all of my gifts. You wore them proudly and I thoughtâI knew you would love me, too. You were mine from the moment our parents signed that agreement. And if you leave me, youâll break a political promise and then our kingdoms will go to war and Iâll be sure to collect the heads of your family first. Each one of them, and you will watch as I bring ruin to the kingdom you love so fondly.â
âN-No⊠Please stop. Please.â
âIâve waited ten years for you.â A tentacle hooks around your panties. You thrash again, shaking your head at him. He remains unconvinced, watching with gleeful eyes as your nudity is revealed to him. âAnd arenât you an angel? Oh, youâre so prettyâŠâ
Like your hopes, your panties are cast aside.
The tip of a tentacle prods curiously at your pussy. Your breath hitches.
âW-Wait! You⊠You canât.â His eyes find yours, and you swallow the rising sob. âT-That canât go inside⊠It wonât fit. It wonâtââ
Azul smiles. âOf course it will. The human body is capable of marvelous feats.â
Even though itâs pointless, you struggle. âI canât! Please⊠Azul, Iâm scared. Please donât do thisâŠâ
A lone tentacle slides into your hand. Thoughtless, you hold tight.
âMy love, thereâs no need to cry. Iâm not going to hurt you.â He brings you closer, kissing your tears away. âIâm here for you. Iâve always been here, even when you didnât seem to need me.â
You hiccup, your chest heaving. Itâs not lonely for long, for he pulls your dress down your shoulders. Your breasts spill free and are quickly cradled in cold hands. Azul watches your expression with an intense focus while he rolls your nipples between his fingers. You grit your teeth, refusing to respond. But then the tentacle between your legs finds your clit and a sucker affixes to it, suctioning slowly. You gasp and throw your head back, bolts of pleasure racing up your spine. It happens in a white-hot flash. You slacken in his grasp.
Azul laughs, astonished. âDid you cum? Already?â
âNooo,â you whine, closing your hand around the tentacle once more. Another one strokes your cheek. âYouâve had your fun. Now let go of meâŠâ
âWhat a silly demand.â
He tugs on your nipples. You groan, lashes fluttering. âOoh⊠Stop. No, stop it⊠Donât touch there. Notâhaa⊠Not there!â
âYouâre so sensitive.â He drags the underside of a tentacle along your cunt and shivers. âAnd so wet⊠Is this your season? Do humans experience such a thing?â
Youâve no idea what heâs referring to, but before you can dwell on it he leans down to take your perky bud in his mouth. Your free hand grabs at his hair, pinning him to your chest. His tongue laves across it, warm and wet. You shouldnât enjoy it so much, and yet you canât stop yourself from crying out.
He hums against your skin, beaming like a devil. You canât hate him. Heâs your husband. Heâs yours. You shouldnât hate him.
Youâre falling apart in his tentacles, grinding down to chase the bliss provided by the underside of the appendage clinging to your pussy. The sinful squelch of skin on skin fills the quiet inlet. The scent of sex and salt intermingles. Itâs wrong and itâs right. Itâs instinct, carnal and corrupt. Azul groans against your breast, your teat between his teeth.
âAzâooh!â You tug on his hair, insatiable. Your brain is fogging over with lust. You donât want to lose yourself in this madness. You canât. âN-No more⊠No more.âÂ
But heâs not listening. He pinches your other nipple between his fingers, and thatâs all it takes for you to unravel.
In the aftermath, the tapered tip of a thicker tentacle squirms between your thighs. Mindlessly, you spread your legs and lift your hips for him. It presses in shallowly, a jarring experience.
âNot insideâdonât! You canât!â
Azul pulls away from you, his expression scrunched in woozy ecstasy. âWhy not?â he mumbles, smiling stupidly. âYouâre my bride. Itâs only fairâŠâ
Before you can bicker, he kisses you. His tongue pursues yours in a sloppy tango. You lick into his mouth, desperate and dazed. Lost in a sea of salacity, shipwrecked on an island of forgotten inhibitions.
The tentacle pushes through rings of tight, slick muscle. Tears spring to your eyes. It feels weird and foreign, so unlike your fingers. He holds you close, minding his strength and pace. It fills you slowly, reaching places youâve never been able to feel. The lust numbs your senses and gives way to something animalisticâa base desire youâve suppressed. Azul rocks the appendage deeper until itâs pushed up against the entrance to your womb, squeezed snugly in your warm walls.
âI-Itâs inâŠâ you mumble once heâs broken the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting your mouths. âItâs reallyâŠinside meâŠâ
Azul kisses your cheek and pets you with a tentacle. âWe were made for each other.â
Surely not, you think, but it feels so when he draws back and thrusts in. Maybe heâs right.
He fucks you gently, savoring every single sound you make. He tells you he loves you, whispers it over and over like itâs prayer. You nod dumbly, grabbing at his hand to hold it. The both of you are gasping in unison, chasing cloud nine. In just a few more deep strokes, his tip bullying its way to your womb, he finally finds his end. A thin substance fills you up in plentiful amounts. Distantly, you think itâs water until he drags your hips further down. Your mouth drops open in a strangled scream as something round and gelatinous passes through. It settles in your womb, and you know right away that it shouldnât be there.
You panic. âW-Wait⊠WhaâZul⊠Stop⊠No, I donât wantââ
âItâs all right,â he breathes, his mouth on your shoulder. He soothes you with soft shushes and even softer kisses. âYouâre okay. Iâm here.â
You dig your nails into the tentacle curled in your palm just as a second orb squeezes through. He groans, his eyes squeezed shut.
âFinallyâŠâ He pants, a wobbly smile stretching on his delirious countenance. âFinally, my love, my dearâoh, my beloved bride!â
He cradles you like a mother would a newborn. You lie there as he fills you, your voice hoarse from babbling and bewailing. These thingsâlittle orbs of jellyâare stuffed into your womb, and by the time you surpass twenty you lose count and blank out, trembling through yet another orgasm. Youâre not sure how many more he has left or how many more you can possibly fit. It feels too good to think about that.
âBigger. Theyâll get bigger. Youâll look so prettyâround and full and soft.â
Dizzy, you glance at the bloated dome that is your belly. Your gown strains over it, an impressively deceptive size that you almost mistake for pregnancy. Thatâs when it clicks. Eggs. These are eggs.
âIâll make sure they survive. All of themâas many as I possibly can. Iâll stay by your side. Iâll keep you content. Iâll fill you with loveâso much loveâan abundance of it, and youâll never know emptiness again,â he rambles, resting a tentacle over your distended middle.
Itâs not just a senseless sweet nothing. Itâs a promise.
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