#asking because i saw a sign that said three cocks

[darkfantasysworld]

Trans affirmation post (w/ smut) just to spite the person that called me a terf via asks (I accidentally deleted the ask, I hope they see this)

Trans M!reader x M!werewolf & M!bunnyboy

You were on a date with a bunnyboy, you explicitly stated you're a trans male even though you still had a feminine appearance. You didn't like dating beastmen because most of them didn't understand that you were trans, especially werewolves and dogboys, even the subcategory of puppyboys didn't fully understand, they pretty much all saw you as a woman since you had a pussy, ovaries, uterus, and womb. They'd pretty much always misgender you and it pissed you off. The only reason you were on a date with this bunnyboy was because he seemed nice and wouldn't misgender you during conversations. The only problem? He had a werewolf roommate who you weren't looking forward to meeting. You and the bunnyboy, Zach, hit it off but you got a little too tipsy so he called an Uber and offered to let you stay at his place. You decided to agree since you didn't want him to know where you lived and you didn't want to ride in an Uber alone. Zach led you inside and you saw a large reddish-orange werewolf sitting on the couch. "Oh, is that your date?" The werewolf asked Zach, you just sorta waved, leaning on Zach for support. "Yeah, this is him." Zach replied, slowly leading you to his room even though you insisted you could sleep in the living room. "He's cute." The werewolf's words made you freeze. He called you 'he' not 'she' even though other werewolves you've encountered would've called you 'she' immediately. "H-he..?" You said, surprised the werewolf called you a 'he'. "Yeah, Zach told me you're a dude. He's dated other trans guys before… I umm… was properly educated the first time I misgendered a trans male.." The werewolf admitted, his ears going down a bit as a sign of embarrassment from the memory. You were happy Zach seemed to defend his previous trans partners and said goodnight to the werewolf, letting Zach lead you into his room. You lay on Zach's bed, he left you alone so you could sleep, you were happy he explained that you were trans to his roommate since it didn't seem like you had to deal with being misgendered here. You close your eyes and let the alcohol lull you to sleep.

You woke up to your mouth being covered by a large paw, Zach's roommate's paw, but when you opened your eyes you saw Zach by you, facing you. You were dazed and confused until you realized you had two cocks in you. "You're taking us like a good boy.." Zach said, he could see your eyes open, looking into his black eyes. His hair was dyed a deep forest green color, it was a little messy, shoulder-length, and he had an undercut. You could only focus on his features as him and his roommate thrust into you. You were terrified, what if they came inside of you, got you pregnant. The two kept calling you a good boy, telling you how handsome you look taking their cocks, they didn't misgender you at all, kept referring to you as a boy, telling you how perfect you were, that you were a pretty boy, they made you cum at least three times before they pulled out and came, Zach's cum went on your stomach while his roommate's cum got on your lower back.

[jenna0rtega27]

Hey, just found your account and I really like your work. Would love a B/G/G 3some fiction with Jenna Ortega and Emma Myers. Some kinks I’d like you to include if it’s not too much would be spit in each other mouths, toe and feet sucking, dirty talk, and at the end a facial with cum swapping between the two girls. Again, keep up the great work!

Three are better than two

Thank you for asking 18+ Jenna Ortega x Emma Myers x M!Reader (Usually, I don't make requests with boys, but since I want to please everyone, I accept your request and it's probably the naughtiest one shot I've done on my account. So take advantage of it and continue to send your requests!) Warnings: Lots of smut, blowjob, penetration and lots of other filth, dom!Jenna, dom!Emma, ​​Sub!Reader, Sub!EmmaSummary: RequestNumber of words : 2,9K

Masterlist

Y/n headed towards her trailer. He had just finished his scenes for the day. He was part of the cast of season two of Wednesday and played the role of Jacob Petropolus, Ajax's twin brother and Wednesday Addams' love interest. He had been in Ireland for a month now and to his delight, he had kissed Jenna Ortega twice. But of course nothing more happened between the two characters which disappointed the 23 year old young man a little but hey he was content with the magnificently soft lips of one of his crushes and hoped to have another moment to kiss the beautiful little brunette.

Y/n opened the door and got into her trailer. He then went to shower to wash away the day he had just spent and to be clean for Jenna Ortega and Emma Myers. The young man had a huge crush on the two rising actresses from Wednesday. Every time he saw them, butterflies flew in his stomach, he literally dreamed of them as two beautiful young women. Unfortunately for Y/n, Emma and Jenna were dating so it was clear that they were lesbians. And Y/n is the only one who knows without the two girls even knowing that he knows they are in a relationship. Two days ago, Y/n had caught Jenna and Emma having sex in the brunette's trailer. Luckily for him, none of the girls noticed him. But since that day, Y/n has been masturbating with the image of the two girls in the 69 position, Jenna on top and Emma on the bottom. Like today, the young man was in the shower stroking his cock.

After cumming twice and getting all clean, Y/n got out of the shower and dried off. After he's dry, he puts on white Calvin Klein boxers, gray sweatpants and white socks. He doesn't wear a t-shirt because it's too hot to wear one. As he left his trailer to go get some sushi, his cell phone rang, a sign that he had received a message. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and looked to see who could send him a message. Seeing the name, butterflies began to swirl in his stomach.

*My love, but why would Jenna use those words? Especially since we almost never talk to each other. * Y/n had a lot of questions. Much to Y/n's dismay, he and Jenna weren't exactly close or friends. They only stood together for the scenes. But hey, Y/n tried not to worry too much and tell herself that maybe she had the wrong person. Y/n replied that he will be there as soon as possible. He leaves his trailer without bothering to put on a sweater. He just put on his black Nike sandals and went to Jenna's trailer.

After 2-3 minutes of walking, Y/n arrived at the trailer. Before entering, the young man took a deep breath and slowly entered Jenna's trailer. He looked around without finding the little brunette.

“Jenna, I’m here!” » He said loud enough to make sure the Latina heard him. “I’m in my room Y/n!” » Jenna replied from her room. Y/n takes another deep breath. He went to enter his crush's room. *Calm down Y/n. It's just for work and nothing more. * Y/n quickly placed her short blonde hair and headed towards the bedroom. When he reached the door, he slowly opened the door and what he found there shocked him, but in a good way.

Jenna Ortega AND Emma Myers were on the bed sitting in red lace lingerie that covered almost nothing. And the two were kissing very passionately. Not knowing what to say, Y/n stood there without speaking. He was just watching the two most beautiful women in the world kissing almost naked. After long minutes which in reality was 10 seconds, Jenna is the first to notice the boy who is still at the door frame. She breaks the kiss with Emma and looks carefully at Y/n who now felt uncomfortable at the intense and observant gaze of the little brunette. A smirk forms on Jenna's face at the sight of the clearly visible bulge on Y/n's pants.

Emma turned around and her mouth watered at the sight of her crush's muscles and abs and V-shaped trace. She felt herself getting wet at this sublime sight.

“Come here my boy. » Jenna said, patting the spot in the middle of the two girls on the bed. Hesitating a little, Y/n sat down in the middle of Jenna and Emma and looked between the two without knowing what to do or say. Jenna moved closer so that her breasts were on Y/n's arm. Y/n tried to focus on anything other than Jenna's big tits. “You know you're not very subtle” Said the brunette, running her index finger with black nail polish and running it over the young boy's pectorals. Goosebumps rose all over his body at the touch. “We know you saw us fucking in Jenna’s trailer. » Emma then responds, running her hand over Y/n's covered thigh. The young man's eyes widen with shame. He was sure no one had seen him.

“I-I-I-” “Shhh” Jenna silences him by placing her index finger on her crush’s lips “You have nothing to be ashamed of, my boy. Because me and Emma both have a crush on you. » Jenna responds softly, caressing Y/n's cheek.

“Jenna is right. Ever since we saw you, we had a crush on you and wanted to fuck you. » Emma adds, grabbing the young man's jaw so that her gaze is on the blonde. Y/n’s heart was beating fast. The fact that his two crushes wanted to fuck him gave butterflies in his stomach.

Jenna takes her turn at Y/n's jaw so that her gaze is now on her. “We want you so bad Y/n. Every time me and Emma fucked we thought of you and moaned your name. » Jenna replies, bringing her face closer to Y/n's. Jenna's eyes moved from his eyes to his lips. Y/n did the same. He wanted to kiss Jenna so much that he had to hold back so as not to jump on her. He put one arm around the brunette's waist and the other around the blonde and brought them closer. They were each on one of Y/n's dressed thighs.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, you have no idea. »Replies the young man on Jenna's lips. He could feel the brunette's hot breath on his face. “So what are you waiting for, my pretty boy? » Emma whispered with her hand in Y/n's hair and the other on his chest. He looked between the two girls and gave in to temptation. He placed his lips on Jenna's for a slow kiss that became more and more passionate. Y/n placed her tongue on Jenna's lower lip asking for entry and obviously Jenna happily accepted. She opened her mouth for the young man's tongue to enter. Y/n explored Jenna's mouth which made the little brunette moan. Emma for her part licked, kissed and sucked Y/n's neck and massaging his cock dressed in his sweatpants and boxers.

Y/n breaks the kiss with Jenna to kiss Emma the same way as with the Latina. And Jenna does the same thing Emma did to Y/n's neck but from the other side. Emma continued to play with Y/n’s cock making it hard. After a few minutes of kissing, Y/n pulls away from the kiss and brings her hands to the two girls' heads and brings them together so that they kiss. Y/n could feel herself hardening at the sight of Jenna and Emma's tongues dancing between her. And the young man had the impression that they were doing it on purpose because he really saw everything. But he doesn't complain.

Y/n brought her hands behind the two young actresses' backs and unclasped their bras and dropped them somewhere in the room. He looked at their breasts and leaned down to kiss Jenna's first. But he massaged Emma's breasts with his hand. Jenna moaned into her lover's mouth. She ran a hand over the back of Y/n’s head to bring him even closer. He devoured Jenna's breasts. He licked and sucked on her perky nipple. After a few minutes, he moved on to Emma's breasts to give the same treatment. Emma had Jenna's smaller tits but just as good and beautiful in her mouth.

As she pulled away from the kiss, a trickle of drool ran down Emma's chin. The brunette then licked her chin and put her tongue in the blonde's mouth so that she could suck it. Y/n looks up and he's almost drooling as he sees Emma sucking Jenna's tongue. The brunette then pulls away from the blonde's mouth with a pop and then looks at her crush and a smirk appears at the sight of Y/n still visible on Emma's face.

“Do you like what you see babyboy? » Jenna asks, stroking Y/n's head. The young man nods without saying anything. Jenna laughs a little and gives him a quick kiss. “Get up baby. » Jenna demands, removing herself from her crush's thighs just like Emma. Without waiting, Y/n stands up and waits for the two actresses' next moves. Emma walks over and kneels in front of the boy and gently pulls down the pants. Y/n's breath catches a little until Jenna is standing behind Emma. She reached up to cup Y/n's face and caress her cheeks with her thumbs. “We’re going to take such good care of you, my love, that afterwards you’ll never want to leave. » Jenna says with an intense look and kisses Y/n with passion and intensity.

Emma, ​​for her part, pulls down Y/n's boxers to show a 9-inch cock hitting her lower stomach. Emma licks her lips as she takes the big cock in her fist. She spits into her hand to wet his penis and begins to slowly move her hand up and down. Jenna pulled away from the kiss and lowered her head to watch her lover stroke Y/n's penis. Jenna puts her hand in Emma's hair and takes a handful and forces her to put the cock in her mouth.

“Come on baby, show our man how a little whore you can be.” » Emma opens her mouth and sucks Y/n's cock which makes him moan. The blonde sucks his cock up and down. She sometimes sucks the tip while swirling her tongue over the red tip. Jenna raises her head and with her free hand, she cups Y/n's jaw between her four fingers and thumb. “Open” Y/n opens her mouth and Jenna spits into her crush’s mouth and sticks her tongue into Y/n’s open mouth to lick the inside.

Emma deepthroats him which makes him nauseous every time the young man's cock touches the back of his throat. The only noises that can be heard in the room are Jenna's spitting into Y/n's mouth and Emma's throat noises. Jenna pulls out of Y/n's mouth and kneels next to the blonde. She removes it from the young actor's cock, grabs his jaw to turn his head towards her and kisses him with lots of tongue and drool. The other hand takes Y/n’s cock to continue jerking him off. Y/n moaned, laying her head back with her eyes closed.

Without leaving the kiss, Jenna moves her and Emma's heads towards Emma's hard, drool-filled cock to put it between their mouths. They moved their heads in sync from left to right on their side of the cock with their tongues sticking out to fuck and suck their lover's penis.

“Fuck” Y/n moaned, putting her hands on both girls’ heads to help direct their heads.

After a few more minutes of sucking, Jenna stood up and pulled Emma in. They took off their panties under the intense gaze of Y/n who felt his cock getting even harder again. Emma lay on her back on the bed while Jenna positioned herself on top of the blonde so that her shaved pussy was above Emma's face. The young woman wraps her arms around Jenna's thighs and lifts her head slightly and runs her tongue through her lover's dripping folds. Jenna runs her hands over her breasts to massage them while moaning. The brunette sees Y/n watching them while jerking off. Smirking, Jenna tells him to come at them with his finger. Like a magnet, Y/n slowly walked towards the two girls. He looks down to see Emma's glistening pussy begging him to lower it. Getting into the bed, Y/n leans down so her face is right above the blonde's vagina and runs her tongue through her wet folds to prepare her for his big cock. Emma moans into Jenna's vagina when Y/n lightly sucks on her sensitive clit.

Then, Y/n stands up and jerks off some more before lining up his cock at Emma's entrance. He passes his tip into Emma's pink folds to wet her and gently enters inch by inch into the blonde's vagina. Once at the bottom, Y/n waits until Emma is comfortable. After a few seconds of adaptation, Emma moves her pelvis a little to tell him to move. Y/n then begins to slowly move her hips. Jenna moans at the vibrations Emma makes on her clit. Y/n continues to move her hips faster and faster. For ease, the young man takes the blonde's legs and lifts them up and places both legs on one shoulder. Emma releases pornographic sounds while moaning her lover's name.

Jenna grabs Y/n's head with one hand and pulls her into an intense kiss. The other hand rests on the blonde's hips for more stability. Jenna pulls away from the kiss to take one of Emma's feet and puts it in her mouth. She runs her tongue between the blonde's toes and sucks her toes. Y/n leaned over Emma while continuing her hip movement and passed her tongue over Jenna's clitoris which made Jenna cry out with pleasure. After a few minutes of pleasure, Jenna cums in Emma's mouth and on Y/n's tongue while Emma cums on the young man's cock. Jenna moves away from her friend's face and kisses her. She moaned at her own taste on the blonde's tongue. Y/n continues to pound Emma's pussy hard when he feels the feeling in his balls. After a few hard strokes, he takes his cock off and jerks off right in front of the girls. Jenna lays down next to Emma and Y/n moves so that her cock is above the faces of both actresses who have their mouths open and their tongues out for the cum. After a few strokes of her hand, Y/n moaned leaving white liquid on Emma and Jenna's faces. After emptying everything, the two girls kiss with the cum in their mouths. Jenna takes the cum from Emma's face and puts it in her mouth without swallowing it. She positions her face above the blonde's and spits into her mouth with the cum. They do this 2-3 times and swallow all the cum while licking their face to remove all the cum. Once finished, the two girls joined Y/n who was lying on the bed with his arms crossed below his head and the blanket on him covering his bottom. They get under the covers so that Y/n is in the middle of them. Jenna and Emma are both lying on their sides with their elbows on the cushions and their hands supporting their heads.

" Did you like? » Jenna asks with her free hand caressing Y/n's cheek.

“I didn’t like it, I loved it. » Y/n replies, giving Jenna a kiss on the lips. Both girls grinned toothily at his response.

“We have a question for you Y/n” Emma said once the kiss between her two lovers broke. Y/n turns her head towards Emma and wraps her arm around the blonde's waist and caresses her back with her fingertips. Which gives him chills all over his body. He nods and waits for Emma to continue. “I know it might be rushed after making love, but, would you like to be me and Jenna’s boyfriend?” » Emma asks now all embarrassed and red cheeks. Jenna laughs inwardly at her girlfriend and puts an arm over Y/n to wrap her arms around Emma.

A huge smile appears on Y/n's face and slowly kisses Emma's lips. “Does that answer your question?” » Y/n replies on the blonde's lips.

“No, that doesn’t answer our question. » Jenna says as she takes Y/n's jaw in her hand and turns her head. The young boy laughed a little before putting his arm around Jenna's waist and squeezing her thigh.

“Yes I will be with you. I've been thinking about you since I saw you on the first day of filming. » Y/n replies with a happy smile. Jenna cups Y/n's cheek with her hand and places her forehead on the young man's.

“You don’t know how happy I am to have you for me and Emma. » Said Jenna before kissing Y/n languidly. She then pulls away from the kiss and cups Emma's jaw between her thumb and index finger. “And you’re so sexy when you’re embarrassed.” » Adds the little brunette and kisses her friend with lots of tongue. Y/n lifts her head and joins the kiss. Their three tongues dance sensually together.

And for the rest of the evening, they made love, kissed and loved each other. The three had the two people who meant the most to them.

[sc0tters]

Burn | Matt Rempe

summary: you thought you were prepared for your relationship with Matt, but nothing could prepare you for what would come.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, light mentions of cheating.

word count: 0.79k

authors note: I am currently avoiding writing another fic, and I saw this idea come in (you told me to write something for Matt) and I was in the mood to rip up a relationship...

You knew it was stupid to fall for him.

You were the one who said you wanted nothing serious. You swore getting involved with a rookie was only going to end in heartbreak for you, the warning signs were all there. Matt was going to get attention and you couldn't blame him for that, he was pretty and a boy.

That was all three months ago and now you were in love. Matt had you feeling like the only girl in the world and it was everything you needed from a relationship, the protection and comfort had you feeling seasick.

Matt couldn't help but grin as he watched you appear from the bedroom "hi pretty girl." He opened his arms wanting to embrace you "nice to see you awake." Mat added as he kissed your neck feeling you melt into his touch.

The hockey player was confused hearing your silence "you okay?" He asked as he cocked his head "just feeling really weird right now." You hadn't been sleeping properly for weeks so now that you were awake before noon was a surprise for you both.

He watched you shrug "you want to talk about it?" The hockey player pulled you onto his lap "not right now." You shook your head as he went to ask you follow up questions.

But you stopped him as you raised your hand "I just want to sit with you and enjoy this morning." You explained making him nod as he agreed with you "love you sweets." He mumbled kissing your temple as he sighed pulling you in closer.

It had been this rollercoaster of emotions trying to not get caught up in the mess you now found yourself in. After the boys won the conference game you both drank a little too much only to end up back in his apartment and in between his sheets. It was his return from the summer break when you told him that you were pregnant.

It seemed like your reality was ripped from you like a bandaid against your skin. With each month that progressed you two grew further apart. Conversations that were once about getting an apartment for the two of you turned into mere checkups about your baby.

The gap between you both grew larger with every moment that passed. By the time you processed what was going on and how your relationship had screwed up, you were too late. Seven months pregnant and he was seeing you once or twice a week because he was leaving early and only coming home when you were beyond fast asleep.

Despite that all, things were going to fall apart eventually. Even when you swore that staying was the best thing for your baby. Nothing could have prepared you for the fact that Matt no longer had only one girl in his life, he had two.

You had caught him through a twitter post, he was on a roadie and he was with some girls. Nobody was kissing anyone and to the untrained eye most people would have sworn that they were just friends. But you knew that look all too well, it was how Matt once used to look at you. Back at the start, you were in that (false) sense of security.

Even with your swollen ankles and misty eyes, you still knew what to do as you pulled your suitcase out and shoved your clothes into it. You called into work sick as you needed to leave "baby?" Matt called out hearing the sounds from your room "what are you doing here?" He added as he cocked his head seeing your phone on the table.

In the chaos of everything you sniffled wiping your nose on the back of your hand "leaving." The baby stuff your had bought was already in a pile as your mind was frazzled "I know about the girl." His face dropped as he felt his eyes grow wide.

His silence gave yu everything you needed to hear as you sighed "I knew I was stupid letting myself love you." You spat as you got up "I am sorry." All he could do was apologise, Mat had played out every possibility, none had him getting caught.

So as you pushed ahead of him he couldn't help but sit there in silence as he frowned not knowing what else he could do as he was left with the message "go fuck yourself."

The humid air of New York hit your skin as you placed your bags on the ground as you felt your stomach cramp up "fuck." You gasped looking down to see that your blue dress darkened like it was wet.

You were having this baby, with or without Matt by your side.

[chishiyaisasnack]

Dare

So I got this idea from an ask I saw somewhere and now I’ve written this. I might have plans for a part two, we’ll see. I’m writing and posting on mobile so I’m sorry if there’s wierd formatting.

Disclaimer! This is very nsfw. Contains smut and smut only. Don’t read if you are underaged. Also, this is not real life. Use a condom and protect yourself.

Part 2

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”Have you heard of cockwarming?”

Your sudden question made Chishiya choke on an inhale as he opened the door to his room for you.

”You can’t just knock on my door and say..” He cleared his throat with a cough that might have been a bit more dramatic than he intended to ”… that.”

”Well, have you?”

”…yes.”

”Good, because I have a new dare.” You stepped through the door frame and grabbed him by the wrist to pull him along with you.

It had been quite a while since the two of you started to be in this wierd, competetive friends with benefits relationship, except no friends and only benefits. It all started out of hornyness and boredom and Chishiya took on the challenges just to spite you, even though he was just as bad at winning as you were. After a month of these games the awkwardness of figuring out the situation had stopped and now you could look up the other person purely out of lust. It didn’t really have to be a challenge behind it anymore, every reason to fuck was a good one. But you both loved a challenge so when one of you came up with one a no wasn’t on the table. Unless a yes meant that you’d lose.

You dragged him to the couch that sat in one corner of the small hotel room containing a bed, a couch and a shower that was now considered his. It was always neat and tidy. It barely looked like anyone lived there. The only sign of life was an occasional pair of shoes by the door. Once you reached the couch you pushed him down so that he was now sitting while you stayed standing in front of him, enjoying the opportunity to look down on him for once. His blonde hair framed his face which was glowing in the light coming from the window that covered most of the wall, and plastered with that infuriating ’I’ve already won this’-smirk that was all over it. As usual.

”And the dare is?” He cocked an eyebrow and waited for you to reveal this new grand scheme of yours. It was faily simple actually. You were quite proud of this idea.

You made your way on top of him, one leg on either side of his lap. His hands landed on your ass and he moved you so that you were sitting right on top of his crotch, right where he wanted you. This time it was your turn to give him a smirk when you leaned in over him, making sure that your chest, only covered by your bikini top, pressed firmly against his and your mouth barely grazing the side of his face.

”Your cock deep inside me. The first one to move lose.” It came out as only a whisper against his ear but it was enough to make his fingers dig into your thighs. You had him hooked. Just as you expected. This was the perfect challenge for him, the king of self control. Which meant that it was the perfect challenge for you to win so you could rub it in his stupid face whenever he deserved it in the future.

”You know that there’s no chance of you winning this, right?” Chishiya sounded like he had won already and you couldn’t wait to make him suffer.

”Oh, you might be suprised.”

”Any time limit?”

”My visa ends in three days so we’ve got time.”

”I guess we better get started then.”

You smiled against his ear and leaned back just enough to look down at his throat and shoulders. Maybe to sneak a glance at his face when he was busy looking elsewhere. Maybe.

He went straight to work, just like he said. His hand left your thigh and found it’s way to let a finger slide along the seams of your bikini before pulling them to the side. The cool air made you shiver and it didn’t go unnoticed.

”So eager already?” He whispered with that stupid grin of his that you wanted to smack right off his face. Or kiss away, you weren’t so sure these days. ”Do you still think you can win this or have you come back to reality yet?”

You felt him move under you while pulling his shorts down. He didn’t miss the opportunity to press his leg up into your center to earn a displeased grunt that was actually just covering up the moan that you forced quiet.

With some small manouvering it didn’t take long before he was buried inside you. He fit perfectly, warm and hard against your walls. You sighed, leaned back in against him and placed your head on his shoulder, letting his hair fall over your face.

”And now what?” He was impatient. You could hear it on his voice even though he was trying to hide it.

”Now we wait for you to lose.”

”You have high hopes for yourself y/n.”

”And you think that you have a magic dick if you think that just having it inside me is going to drive me crazy.”

”I can feel you twitching already.” He pointed it out by dragging a finger down your inner thigh. You retaliated by clenching around him, making him the one to twitch.

”Maybe my body is just trying to evict you.”

”Evict me?”

”You know what I mean.” You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. He knew you well enough by now to know that you did though, so you earned a small laugh as a response.

”Mhmm. Sure. You’re a lousy landlord.” He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

”Maybe you’re just a lousy tenant.”

Even though the stupidity of the situation you felt very at ease. Sitting on Chishiyas lap with your face buried in his hair and your hands resting on his shoulders was very comforting. He was holding you, rubbing your back and moving his lips wherever he could reach. It was almost sweet, if you didn’t know better. There was only one problem - him being inside you and none of you moving. Every breath he took made his lower stomach move ever so slightly against your clit and your thoughts were split between thinking about every unsexy thing you could come up with and pressing down harder on him to get some relief. You could feel his heart beat faster by the minute. The only indication that this was affecting him too.

”Hey, I have a question.” You whispered while you took a strand of his hair between your fingers and started to twirl it around.

”Do you want to give up?”

”No, and that is not a question.”

”Fair enough.”

”What does it feel like being inside someone, being inside me?”

You were genuine with your question, not trying to tease him. You were curious what it would feel like for someone with a dick and for some reason this felt like the right time to ask. An intimate question for an intimate moment. He wasn’t expecting that so it took a moment for him to figure out what to answer instead of just being sarcastic.

”Hmm… It’s warm. Soft. Wet.” He murmured as he moved his lips over your shoulder, barely touching you. ”It’s like you’re shaped after me. Hugging me like you don’t want to let me go.” He was kind of right, you didn’t want him to go.

”And when you are moving?” You punctuated your question by moving one of your fingers back and forth on his chest.

”All that. But every time I push into you I get to feel it all over again. It feels incredible. And the better you feel the tighter you clench around me. Sometimes it feels like you’re going to snap my dick in half.” You felt him twitch inside you again, which drew out a long sigh from you. You knew very well how good it felt at those moments. ”But then, right when you come, it turns into this soft pulsing around me. You get so wet. It feels incredible.”

”It sounds nice.”

”It is.”

”Much nicer than just having a dick inside you.”

”You know how to ruin a moment, don’t you?”

You smiled into the crook of his neck before placing a small kiss there.

”You feel good too. You’re warm. Somehow soft even though you’re hard. You feel so much better than the toys I have back home. They’re cold and hard and need to be bent into shapes and vibrating to get me off. I don’t need any of that with you.”

”Good to know that I feel better than plastic.”

”If you’re not nice I’ll go back to the plastic, so watch it.” Your threats meant nothing and you knew it.

”I’d be up for watching that actually.”

”I bet you would.”

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”How long are we doing this for again?” Chishiya asked while he stretched his arms and wiggled his toes. You didn’t know how long you’d been sitting there like this. Too long. It was getting more maddening by the minute and you were silently begging that he would slip up and move. Even by accident. Would poking him in the waist be considered cheating? You were already aching with need and considering that he was still hard inside you he was just as turned on as you. How did people do this on a regular basis? You were impressed.

”I told you, I have three days.”

”You’ll die from dehydration before that.” he scoffed.

”So will you.”

You felt his hand move from your ass where it had been resting for a while now, down to your leg, swiping over your skin on your inner thigh, then let his thumb slid across where the two of you were connected. You couldn’t help but to let out a whimper.

”You’re so wet.” Chishiya lowered his voice when he said that. He sounded like he wanted to eat you alive. ”I can feel it running down my legs. You won’t last a day.”

You hated to admit it but you really were that wet. The feeling of him filling you up, the warmth of his body enveloping you and that husky voice he put on just for you were making your head spin. But you couldn’t lose, you couldn’t give him the satisfaction. There has to be something you could do to get some relief. And possible torture him a bit at the same time. And then it was like a lightbulb went on inside your head. How stupid were you to not have thought about this before?

”I just remembered something.” You said proudly. This was going to be fun.

”And what is that?” Calm and collected. You were definetely going to break him.

”I don’t need to move to come.”

You moved you upper body back so that you were looking at him again. His face was flushed, eyes deep and his lips parted slightly. Fuck, he looked good.

You let your hands wander from his shoulders down to the part of his chest that was exposed under his hoodie. You could feel his breath becoming faster under your touch and when you dragged the zipper down you could see goosebumps starting to form on his stomach. He was just as on edge as you were and you were loving it. Once the zipper was down you reached in to taste him. Starting on his collarbone, kissing, licking and biting your way from one side to the other. You let your hands explore his stomach. One thumb running across his happy trail while the other hand caressed the side of his waist and ribs. And even though you were aching for him you made sure that you didn’t move your hips an inch. You were winning this, wether you wanted to or not. What you did want was for him to flip you over and fuck you senseless. But that would have to wait.

”What was that about coming?” he asked breathlessly when you moved from one collarbone to the other.

”Ah, that. Watch this.”

You stopped your kissing spree on his chest and looked at him again. His stare was as intense as always, but there was some curiosity behind it. He was amused. Horny, curious and amused. A good combination. You let one of your hands travel down his body, all the way down until your fingers landed on your clit. And of course you were going to make a show out of it. As you moved your finger over it the first time you made sure to look him deep into his eyes, quietly moan and clench around him. The groan he let out was unlike anything you’ve heard from him before. It went straight to your core and lit your insides on fire.

”Fuck.” It was barely audible but you heard it leave his lips and you couldn’t help but to whine in response. He sounded so good. He barely ever made a sound but now that you knew how good he could sound, you had to do all you could to hear that from him again.

”That’s cheating y/n.” he almost choked on his words when you reacted to another press of your fingers.

”I’m not moving, am I? That was the only rule. That’s not cheating, that’s being smart.” Chishiya quietly groaned, displeased with the fact that he couldn’t argue with that logic.

You kept going, your fingers dancing over yourself and all your focus was on sitting still. It didn’t take long until your face was back in the crook of his neck, moans spilling out of your mouth and your body tightening around him. He was panting, leaning his head back to rest on the back of the couch and you could feel his thighs trembling underneath you. He was struggling. Your orgasm rushed through you, from the tip of your toes and out to your fingers, far too fast for you to really enjoy it but still much better than nothing at all. Somewhere in the midst of it you heard Chishiya swear again but it was drowned out by the sound of your own heartbeat. It was over before you knew it. And even though you got some release you were still far from satisfied.

”That’s unfair.” Chishiya sounded like he had just finished a marathon. His hands were grabbing onto your legs again, fingers digging into your flesh like you would lift off of him if he let go. Oh, you were definitely winning this.

”You’re welcome to come too, you know. Some people can come untouched, have you tried it? Or you can just give up and fuck me. I won’t mind.”

”You just came and you’re already asking me to fuck you?” His breathing had slowed down again and the grip of his hands were softening. Damn it.

”I’m not asking, I’m offering.”

”How nice of you.”

”I am nice, unlike you.”

Once your breathing was steady again you went back to letting your lips explore him. From his shoulders, along his throat, his jaw and right to the corner of his mouth before stopping. His lips were so close. They looked so soft. The corners were always turned upwards even when he wasn’t smiling and a small beauty mark was placed right beneath his lower lip. You wanted to taste it.

”Chishiya?” You kept your face close to his, and he let you. You could feel the warmth radiating from him and onto your face. You wanted to touch it. Let your fingers slide over his lower lip, watch him relax under them and then…

”Yes?”

”Why haven’t we kissed yet?” Because neither of you ever felt the need to do it. You knew the answer. But for some reason you didn’t like it.

”We haven’t had enough time for it.” He answered honestly and way to calm for your liking. ”My mouth is usually busy in other places anyway.” His smirk was back. Cocky bastard.

Your eyes never left his mouth but you could feel the intensity from his stare burning your already heated skin. You were almost afraid of looking up, afraid that you would get lost in that stare and feel things you didn’t want to feel.

”And you never stop talking, so there’s that too. I can’t get your mouth to stop moving long enough to catch it.” Well those things that you didn’t want to feel just flew out of the window.

”You really are an asshole, you know…” The smirk still hadn’t left his lips, but one of his hands were back to caressing your back so you knew that he didn’t take any offence. Then again, when did he ever? And when had you ever cared if he did?

Your thumb had ended up on his jawbone. You couldn’t remember moving it there. Yet the faint traces of his beard felt so nice against it. You wondered what it would feel like if he forgot to shave.

”You keep telling me that.” he whispered against your lips that somehow had ended up so close to his that there were barely any room between them. Fuck this, you could regret your choices tomorrow.

You leaned in, slowly to give him a chance to back away if he wanted to. Instead of doing that he put one hand in your hair and parted his lips. They were soft. Softer than you imagined. And damn did they feel good. Soft and warm moving against your own. You forgot to breathe for a moment, the intensity of it all was taking away all ability to focus on anything other than the feather soft touches against you. Every time you leaned in for another kiss you were met with the same desperation you were trying so hard to control. Your hands were all over him, just as his were on you. Your tounge was met with his, lips pulling at eachother, breaths warming up eachothers faces. You couldn’t get enough. You leaned into him, let him mold you, pressed yourself as close as you could and oh. Oh no.

In the midst of it you’d completely forgotten that he was in fact still inside you and you had insitinctively grinded your hips against him. You had moved. Fuck.

You slowly leaned back from his face just to be met with a smile bigger than any he’d ever given you before. God damnit, you were never going to hear the end of this.

”I told you that you would lose. I didn’t expect it to happen like that though.”

You didn’t even know how to respond. Annoyance with yourself for being so easily distracted washed over you but after a second of that you decided that, no, you weren’t going to give him any chance to gloat. So you did what you knew would shut him up. Before he had a chance to stop you, you started to ride him with urgency. You dragged your body up from his, creating the friction inside you that you needed so badly. Your hips moved by themselves, up and back down again, and you quickly found a rhytm that made everything around you disappear. All you felt was the delicious moving of his cock inside of you. This was what you needed.

You expected to hear some kind of protest from him, him mocking you or trying to tease you into being a sore loser. But he must have had it too because not only did he actually shut up for once, he started to fuck up into you with the same urgency as you had.

You fell forward onto him with his first thrust and then let him take over. His hands were gripping your waist so tight that you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. His pants against your neck sent shivers straight through you and every time he hit that right spot you couldn’t help but to beg him for more.

Your moans were filling the space between his groans and small sounds, and the slapping of skin from when your bodies connected sounded filthier than ever. There was nothing more there than the two of you chasing your highs together. Mouths searching for eachother, hands grasping and clawing on the others skin, his cock reaching as deep inside you as it could just to leave you and do it all again. Somewhere in the midst of it one of his fingers found your clit and it didn’t take long for you to finally fall over the edge, taking him with you. You saw white as your orgasm tore through you and you weren’t sure if you imagined it but you swore that you could hear Chishiya moan into your neck as he came inside you. You sure could feel him though, pressing into you like he wanted to stay forever. Like he couldn’t get deep enough no matter how hard he tried. Every press from him drew out another wave from you and you kept dragging out everything you could from eachother before eventually collapsing onto one another, gasping for air. Your whole body felt like jelly. Like all your muscles decided to leave your body all at once. You let it melt and draped yourself over him. And as lovely as always, instead of letting you cling on him, Chishiya pushed you down onto the couch while he himself stayed right where he was, lifting your trapped leg over his and putting a blanket over both of your midsections. How romantic.

For a while you both just stayed like that. Catching your breaths. Chishiyas fingers drew circles on your shin while he absent mindedly stared up into the ceiling. The sun had started to set and it left a soft glow over his face which made his eyelashes sparkle whenever he blinked. He was pretty. Not that you’d ever admit it to him.

”You have pretty good ideas, you know.” He closed his eyes completely and moved around a bit under your legs to get more comfortable.

”Wanna hear my next one? You not talking.” you muttered, pretending to be sulking. You wiggled your toes and pulled the blanket up a bit further over yourself. Chishiya didn’t answer but the corners of his lips curled a bit upwards. It would barely be noticable to others but you saw it as clear as day. You let the minutes pass by in silence, the only noise coming from outside where another pool party was going on. You wished you could find a pair of those noise cancelling head phones. Maybe there was a store nearby. You should go look tomorrow.

”So about those toys.”

Your thoughts were disturbed and you looked up at Chishiya who was happily glaring down at you with that infuriating smirk back on his face. You had made your mind up - you definetely wanted to slap it off, not kiss it. Jerk.

”If you plan on making one yourself I won’t let you come near me again. You’ll electrocute me. Vibrations are good, pure electricity is not, thank you very much.” You furrowed your brows just imagining it.

”You’re giving me ideas y/n.”

Wierdo. But of course you caved in.

”Find a toy, not one you made yourself, and I might use it. Might. There’s no promise there.” You sighed, displeased with how easy you were to talk into these things.

”Who said you’d be the one using it on yourself?”

”Do you even know how to use them?”

”I’m sure I’ll manage. Like you said before, it’s just a vibrating piece of plastic. How hard can it be?” You didn’t even have time to look up at him before rolling your eyes.

”You make it sound so sexy.”

”Does it matter, as long as it feels good?”

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Silence

Summary: Javier is back home in Texas after Colombia and just needs a way to silence the thoughts in his brain. And what better way than to visit a shady bar with a glory hole....

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.4k

Rating: E

Warnings: Glory holes, Smut (Oral; M receiving), anonymous sex, flirting, Javi thinking about Colombia

A/N: literally wrote this in like an hour after having the idea. This might suck (ha! Pun intended)

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Being back home was harder for Javier than he thought. 

His body may be in Texas, but his mind was still back in Colombia. Fighting the war against drugs. Escobar might be dead, but his legacy still lived. 

He stared at the package of cigarettes he had bought, his car still in the parking lot of the store. It had been a hot day, the sun finally disappearing, the sky darkening, the temperature sinking.

He hadn’t smoked in almost twelve weeks. 

He was… doing good. Or so he thought. 

He just needed a moment of quiet. For the thoughts in his brain to be silent and not remind him how much of a failure he was. 

Back in Colombia he’d go to the brothel for that. Fuck he couldn’t even remember the last time something else than his own hand had made him cum. 

Sure, he could fuck around in Laredo, but it was a small town. Part of the people still hated him for what he did to Lorraine what felt like a lifetime ago, the other part of the people calling him a hero because he brought down Escobar. 

But he didn’t. 

He wasn’t even there. He might have helped, but in the end and when it mattered he was already on his way back to Texas. 

He rubbed his fingers over his temple, his head leaning back against his seat as he took a deep breath. 

He was pushing forty and had no idea what to do with the rest of his life. 

Javier let his eyes wander through the dimly lit neighborhood, his eyes finding the red neon sign of a bar, whose name seemed familiar. 

He searched his brain until he remembered where he knew it from. 

Prostitution might be illegal, but there still were some loopholes. Like bathrooms with holes in the wall. 

He sighed, his cock twitching at the thought. 

Before he could question his intention he had left his truck and walked towards the bar. 

The package of cigarettes unopened on the passenger's seat. 

He nursed his glass of whiskey at the bar counter, watching the dimly lit room and the crowd of people. Some might call it shady, but Javier felt just like he belonged here. People came here to disappear and forget, and that was just what he wanted right now.

Rubbing his fingers over his mustache he eyed the door that led to the restrooms. 

There was another door next to it, a woman sitting in front of it. 

He emptied his glass before he got up and slowly walked over. 

The woman looked up, raising her left eyebrow as she let her eyes wander from head to toe, a smirk playing in the corner of her lips. 

Javier felt a wave of confidence at her checking him out. She was pretty too. Bright eyes and deep red lipstick covering her full lips. Younger than he expected, not that he did know what to expect. 

Honestly, he didn’t know how exactly this worked, so he was just winging it.

He stopped in front of her, sucking his bottom lip in. 

“What can I do for you, Cowboy?” she asked and he chuckled. Hooking his thumb through one of his belt loops he tilted his head. He saw her gaze linger on his crotch, before she looked up again. 

He just nodded towards the door and her eyes lit up in understanding.

“Booth three, left door,” she only said, before opening the door for him. 

He stopped halfway through the door, turning his head over his shoulder, a question lingering on his mind.

“Is there a woman or man in booth three?” he asked and her lips twitched into a smirk. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she winked with an amused smile and he chuckled, shaking his head to himself before he walked in. 

There were six doors. Three Booths. 

He could hear faint moaning as he made his way to door three which was at the back of the small hallway. Left door she had said. Feeling his cock harden he turned the doorknob, walking inside the small room. There was a chair in the left corner, and a box of tissues on the floor. It was a little filthy, but what did he expect?

In the middle of the wall to his right were three holes. One obvious hole in the height of his crotch, the other two holes higher and bigger. 

For his hands probably. 

His fingers twitched. 

He heard a door open and only now did he realize that he was stalling. There was only one reason why he was here. Taking a deep breath he unbuckled his belt, opening the single button, rolling down the zipper of his jeans. 

With a low groan he took hold of his cock, pulling it out. It was already half hard. 

The idea of cumming in someone's mouth making him twitch in anticipation. 

As awkward as this situation was, it also felt right as he took a step towards the hole in the wall, sucking his bottom lip in as he slipped his by now almost fully hard cock through the hole in the wall. 

Nothing happened for a long moment until he felt a featherlight touch. He thought it were fingers first but the next moment something wet and warm enveloped the tip of his cock and he released a long satisfied groan. 

His hands came to rest flat on the wall as he tried to get closer to the mouth the tip of his cock was currently in when the person on the other side of the wall slowly began to take him deeper inside. 

“Fuck,” he grunted, letting his forehead rest against the wall. Sweat was already starting to run down his neck as his cock was sucked. Unintentionally he started to thrust, moaning when he felt his tip hit the back of their throat while they moaned around him. 

It seemed like they liked at and he imagined being able to really fuck their face. Making them gag on his cock while tears sprung into their eyes. 

He’d be cuming in seconds at this point. 

“Shit…” he moaned, his hand bumping against the wall as he felt his balls tighten. 

“Fuck I’m gonna… Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he said, hopefully loud enough for the person on the other side to hear before his cock twitched and the first rope of cum shot into their mouth. Javier heard a long moan, he wasn’t sure if it was him or the person on the other side, a hand wrapping around his cock, jerking him off while his tip remained in their warm mouth, filling it with his spend until he released a long groan as he finished. 

Part of him wanted to know if the person on the other side would swallow it all down. 

And for one blissful moment there was only silence in his head. 

The lips disappeared and he lingered a moment, before he took a hesitant step back, his cock leaving the hole. 

Was he supposed to… thank the person? Was there some kind of protocol?

Before he could think more about it he heard footsteps on the other side and a door opening and falling close again. 

Narrowing his eyes he risked a glance through one of the holes into the other room, finding it empty. 

He huffed to himself, so much for that. 

Taking a deep breath through his nose, he tucked his cock inside his jeans and made sure he was fully dressed before he opened the door and stepped out. 

When he opened the door to get back into the bar, the woman from before was leaning at the wall next to the door. 

He lipstick was smudged and she gave him a teasing smile, before her thumb brushed over the corner of her mouth, brushing away something that looked like… oh

“Did you enjoy booth three?” she asked, bringing her thumb between her lips, licking it clean. 

He felt a rush he hadn’t felt in a while, as his lips twitched into a smirk, his head nodding. 

“Very much so,” he said, stepping closer towards her. 

“I’d like to…. give my proper thanks and return the favor,” he said and she grinned slowly. 

“That would be very much appreciated,” she said. 

They were standing so close now, that her breasts brushed against his chest. 

“Your place or mine?” he asked, his voice quiet. 

“Mine,” she said softly.

[reorientation]

Hi. So I got into detrans kink because of my ex boyfriend. When we first stared dating, I was pre-T and I was very dysphoric about it. He assured me he saw me as a man, and that he was bisexual.

However, I gradually realized he was a straight man. Whenever we fooled around, he was very focused on my tits. He told me he wanted me to shave my pussy bc it was easier to give me oral that way, and I believed him so I did. He said he would love if I "crossdressed" and I tried it too.

The weight of the situation I was in caught up to me when he raped me. I had told I didn't want any vaginal sex ever, but that day he fingered and then put his whole, raw dick inside my virgin pussy. I wasn't on birth control either. He didn't cum inside me but I was worried for days after I would get pregnant.

I broke up with him, told myself he was a stupid idiot because I am not a woman, I am a man. Started T slowly after.

However, I started to have weird fantasies... I needed extra money at that time, because of a project I wanted to do. So I just. Took that as an excuse to start doing porn.

I was still early on T. So I was able to start a Chatroulette account as a girl. I would hide my face and just play with my tits on video, let everyone assume I was a a woman. My voice hadn't dropped yet, so I would answer their questions too. What size my tits were, what type of sex I liked and so on. I bought lingerie and raided my older sister's closet for slutty clothes to wear for these men.

I also had a reddit account and I would post nudes every day, talk about how much I loved dick and wanted to be used. Got into misogyny, breeding and free use kinks. It was so embarrasing to me to see that, even on T, everyone saw me as a girl who also was enough of a slut to show her pussy and tits to all the internet. I uploaded a couple of videos too. I would also use omegle very often to find misogynists and then I would be their sex toy on Kik for a couple of hours too.

The most embarrasing part is that I made almost no money for this. My Only Fans had no subscriptors because I was already posting my body for free on Reddit. I got some tips on Chatroulette, but that was it. Less than 200 USD in my whole three month career as a online whore.

I kinda wanted to do it irl too. Started a Twitter profile as a prostitute and was approached by many guys in my city who offered to pay money to use my girly body. But I chickened out and deleted everything. It was very distressing, but also hot, that these men didn't know I was a man. They saw a pretty girl who is whoring herself out.

Some days I want to start all over again and maybe go all the way too. But I am 4 years on T now, and I am quite sure I can't pass as a girl effortlessly.

—I might send more asks so I thought about signing this as Chatroulette anon, but it will be hotter if you give me an anon name yourself.

As you wish: your tag is reor: wannabe whore anon. 🖤

I do love this. You started dating a straight man based on some easy reassurance, shaved your pussy and put on a dress for him, unwillingly took his bare cock when you thought you would never take anyone's, and then told yourself that he was the stupid one, for not realizing that he was actually fucking a man. How blind he must have been!

And then... You realized that what he wanted from you was what the whole world wanted from you. That no one cared about your identity, just whether you'd show them your tits. That the easiest way by far for you to get positive attention was to stop insisting that you were a man, and instead tell everyone how much you needed a man to fill up your cunt.

And attention was all you got, wasn't it? Because even though you were embarrassing yourself in public in order to entertain strange men, there were a million other girls trying to do the same. Because you weren't any different than any of them.

It's cute that you nearly tried to make it all real, though - that because your boyfriend forced his way into your pussy, you ended up trembling on the edge of letting in any man who could pay. Quite a long way from never wanting to have a man spread your legs.

I'm sure you would have made a pretty little whore at the time. And maybe it's too late to look as feminine and innocent as you could have then. But I believe in you - one way or another, I'm sure you can still make plenty of straight men happy with your cunt. 🖤

[merlot-and-chardonnay]

Seeing You Again- Eskel

You can imagine any version of Eskel for this, I think this'll work either way.

The reader lives in Novigrad (which has always struck me as the New York of the Witcher World), and runs into Eskel who doesn't recognize her right away because she look very different from when he last saw her. Read more to find out.

Mentions of prostitution, and sex worker harassment with a side of transphobia (nobody gets hurt though). Enjoy. 

It was nighttime in Novigrad. You strolled by the docks, sack of coins in hand from a contract you just completed outside the city. It was a simple job, taking out a couple ekimaras, which was interesting given that vampires usually were solitary and hunted alone. You could've asked for double, but knew it wouldn't be worth the hassle...or harassment for that matter on account that your clients wouldn't believe a woman could take on two ekimaras at the same time.

Even if you were a witcher.

You passed by Crippled Kate's brothel when you saw several drunk men harass a couple of the girls outside. You recognized the girls; one was an elf, the other half-elf, both you considered friends who took you in when you first came to this city and introduced you to their world.

You sigh and shake your head before you approach the angry men, "leave those ladies alone," you warn. "Pfft, these look like ladies to you?" one man slurs, "these is she-elves. Not even she-elves, just elven cocks in frocks. That one there," he points to the half-elf, "tried tricking the poor lad here into thinking it got what he wanted." You breathe in, really containing yourself from slicing these men in half with your sword, "as I said before, leave them alone. Final warning." "What do you care about these freaks?" the other man scoffs before looking you up and down, "unless yous one of them." "I say it is," the first man says in agreement, "nice tits for a lad. You trying to play knight for these freaks? You got a hard on for them?"

You narrow your gaze at these bigoted men and wave your hand, casting the Axii sign on them, "I think you've had way too much to drink," you say in a low tone, "say your sorry, go home, and sleep it off." "Uh, yes, of course," one man says before turning to the elves, "sorry girls, we didn't mean to upset you. Honest mistake, we'll...be going now. Come on, lads."

Once the men left, you turn to half-elf Lana, and elf Anya, "you two okay?" you ask with concern. "We'll be alright now," Anya answers, comforting Lana who had tears in her eyes, "you should've stabbed those brutes through the hearts, maybe slice their heads off while you were at it." "Much as I would've wanted to, we both know who would end up getting in trouble with the soldiers and the Temple Guard," you sigh, "besides what good would it do, more would only take their place." "Three less of them, that's the way I see it," Anya scoffs.

 "They didn't hurt you did they?" you ask. "No, not at all," Anya assures, shaking her head, "though Lana here, only thing that's hurt is her heart." "Oh, Lana, what happened?" you ask the half-elf. Lana wiped the tears from her eyes as she answered, "I...I thought he was the one. The young man the others two accused me of 'tricking'. I didn't trick him, he knew who I was." "Let me guess, when his social circle found out, he was too much of a coward to stand up for you," you summarize.  "He was kind to me when we were together," Lana continues, "I...I thought he was different. I thought he was my Prince Charming." "Oh, child," Anya shakes her head in sadness, "I've told you before, there's a reason Prince Charming is only a fairy tale, a tale made up by humans no less." "You can't blame her for wanting to find love," you point out to the elf, "isn't that what we all deserve?" "Maybe so," Anya agrees, "but that doesn't mean the rest of the world sees it that way. *sigh* things haven't been getting harder for people like us, in case you haven't noticed."

"Is that why you were here at Crippled Kate's tonight?" you ask, "I though you and Lana were working as dancers at the Rosemary and Thyme." "And we are," Anya nods, "but times haven been tough, we need to make ends meet. You at least have the privilege of passing as human." "I don't pass completely," you say pointing to your eyes, "You have any idea how many people stare at me when they learn of my occupation? Not every day they run into a she-witcher you know."  "True enough," Anya agrees. "Let me escort you two back home," you offer, "this part of the city isn't exactly the best place to be in this time of night. Don't want to risk getting mugged." "We appreciate the offer," Anya says, helping Lana to her feet, "but we're not going home just yet. I think Lana here could use a drink at the Green Mermaid, help drown her sorrows." "Well, then let me join you," you say, "I got the coin for all three of us, and I could use a drink myself."

The three of you head to the Green Mermaid for a few rounds, paid for with your money. It was one of a few places in Novigrad where people like you, Anya, and Lana could be yourselves and be together with people who were like you; a safe haven for non-humans who lived on the very edge of the margins compared to other non-humans, and one of the first places you were introduced to when you came to the city to start a new life.

You sipped on your ale, savoring the taste, before downing the contents; it has a been a long day, and you felt this was well deserved. 

What Anya had said was true; things had been getting worse, for the non-humans especially. Sure the mages recently were having a time getting harassed by the witch hunters, but non-humans were currently taking the brunt of the persecution; many were being evicted from their homes and losing their livelihoods, forced to go to great lengths to make ends meet and survive. For those who were like Anya or Lana, they had to deal with people like the men from earlier; those two were actually lucky nothing else went beyond verbal harassment, knowing that wasn't the case for many others in this city.

The authorities wouldn't do anything, so you had recently taken it upon yourself to step in where you could. While the Axii sign usually was effective, things would get ugly to the point where you would be forced to take out your sword and defend yourself and those you were protecting.

Yet, you still managed to find time to take up monster hunting contracts so as to have an income for yourself and also use to help out the community.

------------the next day---------------

The following morning you went to the nearest flyer to see if there were anymore monster contracts to take up. You saw one and grab the flyer. It was a contract to flush out a nest of drowners that had taken up residence in the sewers near the bathhouse. You were not a big fan of going into the sewers, too many bad smells for your senses and all, but the reward was big enough, clearly someone wanted to get rid of these monsters badly. Oh well, another day, another monster, another sack of coin.

You jump into the sewers, albeit reluctantly, and use your tracking skills to locate the nest. Strangely enough, there were signs that someone else was down here as well; what was even more strange was how familiar the scent was. It was a scent you couldn't quite figure out, but for some reason it started to bring back memories from your previous life...back in Kaer Morhen.

While crawling through the sewers, you hear the familiar sounds of drowners up ahead, along with the sounds of someone with a sword slashing back and forth against the monster. Sword in your own hand, you rush to the scene. 

Once you got there you stop in your tracks when spot who was fighting the drowners. It took a moment, but you knew who it was; he had a few scars more then last you saw him, but it was the same witcher from the School of the Wolf.

"Eskel?" you mumble, to yourself more than anything. You were pulled out of your trance when a drowner came after you. You manage to push it away with Aard sign. Eskel look to you in shock as you stabbed the drowner through the heart and sliced another one's head off. He realized you were a witcher, and though you possessed no medallion, he figured you may come from the School of the Cat as that school tended to be more flexible in taking both boys and girls into the witcher trade. Eskel didn't think much about and went back to fighting the drowners on his end.

"You alright?" you hear Eskel ask you once the monsters were killed off. You turn to him, not sure what to say. He didn't seem to recognize you, though you couldn't quite blame him as you looked completely different from the person he knew from before. "About as well as I can," you decide to answer, "so I guess I'm not the only one who decided to take this contract. You expect me to spit the reward with you?" Eskel smiled a little, "actually I was thinking you take the coin while I go and finish off the rest of the drowners in here." "Very funny," you say.

Eskel tilted his head a bit, like he was examining you. You were feeling a little nervous right now; what if he recognized you? What would he do? What would he say?

"Do...you're a witcher like I am," he say, "what school? The Cat?" "Uh, School of the Wolf actually," you tell him. "Huh," Eskel says, "Didn't think the School of the Wolf took in girls. And where's your medallion?" "...maybe they did take in girls, and you just didn't noticed," you point out.

Eskel took a couple more steps closer to you, like he was trying to figure out if he'd seen you somewhere before, "have we met before? I feel like we've seen each other before, I just can't put my finger on it." "We have," you decide to confess, taking a chance with this man, "Eskel...it's me."

Eskel took another look at you, and his eyes widen in realization, "Wha...you...(your old name)?" "Uh, I actually haven't gone by that name in years now," you tell him, "I'm (y/n) now." Eskel took a few steps back, clearly in shock. You couldn't blame him since you never made contact with him or the other wolves in years, as they all were under the impression you had been dead this whole time.

"That's...that's not possible," Eskel shakes his head in disbelief, "you were dead. I was there, I saw you die." "Well, technically you're not wrong," you shrug, "I know I have a lot to explain, but this may not be the best place to talk." "Yeah, you're right," Eskel agrees, standing up, still feeling shaky in the knees, still getting over the shock that you had been alive this whole time.

--------Seven Cats Inn-----------

Once you and Eskel had collected your reward for the drowners, the two of you went to the inn so as to have a chat over a couple well earned ales.

"So, I guess you want to know why I faked my death," you say as Eskel took a sip of beer. "That's an understatement," Eskel makes a humorless laugh, "yes, I want to know why. Why let us think you were dead?"

"I...it's a really complicated story," you admit. "I got time," Eskel deadpans, "does...does it have to do with this?" he gestures to your new look. "It's mostly that," you admit, "deep down I've always known I was different, even before I came to Kaer Morhen. It was actually the reason my father sent me there in the first place. The day before that he had walked in on me trying my mother's clothes. I can't quite explain it, but when I would wear her dresses it...it just felt right. I think my father sending me to the School of the Wolf was his way of trying to 'fix' me. But even though I was surrounded by boys and doing 'boy' things, it just..." you shake your head, struggling to put words together, but Eskel seemed to get the picture.

"Is that why you were shy around the rest of us?" he asks, making you look at him, "it's just something I remember from our time in Kaer Morhen as children," he admits, "I remembered when it came to bath time, to getting undressed, you always shied away from the rest of us." "Yeah, I remember," you say, "I remember how much I hated those times, how much I hated getting naked in front of other people, how much I hated looking in the mirror when I'd get dressed or undressed. It didn't make things any better when we finally went through the trials, when we had those mutagens put into our bodies." "When I finally went on the Path, I ran into some people here in Novigrad," you continue, "they were like me, and they took me in, introduced to me to their world. I finally found a place where I could be myself, be the person I was meant to be. It hasn't been easy, that much I'll admit; I had to save up a lot of coin to get certain procedures done from this mage in the Bits, but I'm happy, and I have no regrets."

"I'm glad you're happy," Eskel says, "but, I still don't understand. Why? Why have the rest of us think you were dead?" "Eskel-" "We mourned you, (y/n), I mourned you," Eskel continues, "you were one of us. Vesemir was devastated when he found out. He left Kaer Morhen and didn't come back for months. He was fond of you, you know."

"I know," you sigh, "I guess I do have one regret. I'm sorry, Eskel. I had a chance at starting a new life, I wasn't sure if you or the other wolves would understand." "You didn't think to ask?" "Well, would you have understand?" you point out. "...maybe not at first," Eskel admits, "but it wouldn't change the fact that you're still a wolf."

"I am," you agree, "I'm still a witcher, that part of me hasn't changed. I have missed you. You, Geralt, Lambert, Coen, Vesemir, and everyone else that's still there." "Then why not come and see them again?" Eskel asks, "I'm sure they would be excited to see you, especially since you're not dead." "You're not gonna let me live this down are you?" you deadpan, then shake your head, "I can't leave, Eskel. Maybe you haven't noticed, but things have been getting rough in this city, especially for my friends. I have to do what I can to help them out."

"Alright, I understand," Eskel nods, "I'm happy to know you're not dead, (y/n), and that you're getting to be the woman you were meant to. Would it be okay to tell any of the other wolves I run into on the Path about you? I'm sure they'll understand. Though, Lambert might be pissed at first when he finds out you've been alive this whole time, but I'm sure he'll come around to forgive you." "Yeah, that sounds like Lambert," you chuckle a little, "yeah, you can tell them."

"Eskel," you say right as the witcher stands up, "I'm glad we could catch up, that I could finally tell you my truth...and I really did miss you guys. I missed you." "...I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me your truth," Eskel nods before he leaves the inn.

-----------time skip to later that day-----------

You headed back to the Green Mermaid, where you saw Anya drinking alone.

"Mind if I join?" you ask, tossing some coin to the bar keep, "It's on me." "How kind of you," Anya deadpans, handing the ale to you.

"How's Lana doing?" you ask, taking a sip. "She seems better now," Anya admits, "In fact, it seems she's moved on and met someone else." "Oh no," you sigh, fearing the worse. "Oh, I think this one is different," Anya assures, "He's an elf. A tailor to be exact, he works outside the city. I've seen him before, he's frequented this establishment many a time as a matter of fact. Sometimes in dresses, sometimes in doublets." "You think he'll be good to Lana?" you ask. "Only time will tell," Anya merely shrugs, "but I have pretty high hopes with this one."

"Well, I'll hope as well, that girl deserves a happy ending," you say. "As do you," Anya says. "I don't know what you're talking about, Anya." "Oh, come now, (y/n)," Anya insists, "When was the last time you put yourself out there? I know it's not easy, but good gods girl, it seems you've been all work and no play recently. You should go out, at least have yourself a good time with someone."

"Well...I may have met someone recently," you admit, which got the she-elf's attention right away, "Oh? Who is he? Tell me, girl. I want specifics." "Well, it's not really like that," you tell her, "He's...he's someone from my past. A witcher." "Oh?" Anya's eyes widen, "Does...does he know about you?" "Yeah, I told him," you confirm, "Don't worry though, he was accepting. He thought I was dead this whole time, which makes sense since I did fake my death so I could start a new life here. He wanted me to come back to Kaer Morhen to see the other witchers, let them know I'm not actually dead."

"And you'll be going with him?" Anya asks. "No," you shake your head, "I can't leave. There's too much work to do here. He understands." "I can't believe it," Anya sighs. "What, he was understanding," you insist. "No, I mean I can't believe you could be so stupid," Anya elaborates, "I saw that look on your face when you walked in here, (y/n). Now that I know the story, I can see he's clearly someone you deeply care about. Perhaps he was someone you were deeply fond of back then?" "What? Anya, no," you quickly shake your head in denial, "it's not like that! He...We knew each other from since we were wayward youths back in Kaer Morhen. I'm not even sure he would see me that way"

"You don't know unless you find out for yourself" Anya points out, "go to him, (y/n), take the chance, maybe find your happy ending with him if that is your destiny." "I...I can't." "Why not? What's stopping you from going?" "Well, what about you and Lana and everyone else here?" you gesture, "who's going to protect you from your late night sessions at Crippled Kate's or the Rosemary and Thyme? Who's...who's going to stand up for you when the soldier come in and try and rough you up?"

"Well be just fine," Anya assures, placing a hand on your shoulder, "We've made it this far without you, and we'll continue to do so afterwards. We're non-humans, (y/n), we've always found a way to survive." "Oh." "Go to him, (y/n)," Anya insists, "go to him before it's too late."

--------------------------------

It took some time for you track him down, but by the time you had Eskel within eye shot, he was already on horseback right at the very edge of the city. You run as fast as you can.

"Eskel!" you call out, getting the witcher's attention.

"I changed my mind," you tell him, "I know I hurt you and the others when I pretended to die. It's the one thing I've always regretted. But I want to make it right this time. I want to go back to Kaer Morhen, I want to let Vesemir and the rest of my brothers know I'm still alive and well. They need to hear it from me, not from word of mouth from someone else. So...if you'll still have me, I want to go. It'll be nice to see how much the place has changed since last I've been there. Please. Also I would like to get my medallion back."

Eskel looked at you, seeing you were serious about this.

He didn't say anything, but offered his hand to you and lifted you up on his horse. You hold onto him from behind as he guided the horse forward.

Remembering what Anya said, you were extremely aware of intimately close you were to Eskel now, close enough to breathe in his scent and maybe feel the muscles under his tunic.

You feel your face turn hot just from thinking about it, but you quickly push those thoughts out of your mind. You were certain Eskel did not feel that way...maybe.

May consider doing a part 2.

Masterlist

[sunnyie-eve]

22 | Snap Out of it

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: mention of suicides

| MASTERLIST |

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198 suicides and counting." Julia says as they go back to their motel room and while Lydia explains it to Allison, Julia starts to feel like her head was going to explode. "My head is killing me." Julia brings her hands to head as she hears the sound of a gun cocking.

"Which one do you want?" Lydia hear a voice.

"Hear what?" Allison asks as Julia hears the voices as well.

"No, no, no." Julia rocks covering her ears not wanting to listen to the past couple talk about killing themselves.

The sound of the gun going off makes Julia jump and Lydia back away giving her mouth. Allison had no idea what was going on as Lydia leave the room to go next door to find no one in there.

"Julia... You heard it too right?" Lydia looks at her with tears in her eyes as she joins them in the room.

"I did and sadly you'll have to get used to it." Julia walks away hoping to find a spot where she can relax but it was impossible.

"Don't leave me." Julia hears a voice coming from where the ice box was and Boyd was digging through the ice.

"Boyd?" She ask walking towards him before he runs past her. As she turns around she sees a lady standing in front of her starting her. She was super pale with blood shot eyes and a rope bruise around her neck.

"It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. It was so quick with being up high." She said tilting her neck to show it was broken.

Julia closes her eyes and covers her ears hoping for her to go away but now just the sound of a rope swinging, "No, if I just refuse."

Lydia and Allison find Julia after seeing that the 198 sign changed to 201 now. Lydia tells her about the number changing as they wait in their room for Stiles to join them to talk about what's going on.

"But actually, it was Boyd who was really off. I watched him put his fist through the vending machine." Stiles tells the other two.

"Not to mention, I just saw him digging through the ice calling out a name." Julia adds.

"See, it is the motel. Either we need to get out of here right now or... Someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism asap. Before the werewolves go crazy and kill us." Lydia gets the Bible out as Julia thinks.

"No, it's not just the motel. The number went up by three in the office. What has been happening in threes?" Julia looks at the group.

"This time it's three werewolves?" Stiles looks at her

"Scott, Isaac, and Boyd." Allison names.

"Or two of them and Ethan..." Julia points out.

"Maybe we were meant to come here."

"Exactly! So can we get the hell out of here now? Please?" Lydia asks as something catches Julia's and Stiles' eyes.

Julia takes the Bible out of Lydia's hands and Stiles looks with her to see the articles in it of suicides that have happen in the room.

"What if the room next door has the one about the couple?" Lydia asks them so Stiles runs out to go next door but it was locked.

"We were just in there..." Julia says confused as Allison says forget about it because they need to get the other three but a handsaw inside stops them.

Stiles gets the door to open and they see Ethan trying to kill himself so Stiles runs to stop him. Julia's quickly unplugs it as Stiles almost lands on it. Once Ethan snapped out of it he runs out so they chase him to ask him what the hell.

Allison went looking for Scott while the other three were to get Boyd and Isaac, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Lydia asks seeing Stiles look at her.

"I didn't want to say anything... but this, everything we're going through. We've kind of been through something like this before. A lot like this." Stiles tells her.

"What do you mean? When?"

Julia finally gets what Stiles was talking about, "Our birthday party. You poisoned everyone with wolfsbane that night but you didn't know." She says thinking back to her hallucination, "What if there's wolfsbane around and we don't know it?" She looks at Stiles.

"Well, I didn't do it this time." Lydia gets upset.

As Stiles says they don't mean she's the one trying to kill people, her and Julia hear a mother drowning her baby. "Boyd or Isaac is gonna drown." Julia takes off running air they follow her.

Stiles tries to get the water out but Boyd was blocking it. The three try moving the safe but there was no use. Stiles points out heat brings them out of it but Lydia points out Boyd is underwater.

"There's flares on the bus. They can burn under water." Julia tells him.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes! Go!" They girls yell at him as they keep trying to move the safe but give up.

"Julia, you hear that too." Lydia looks at her so they both slowly get down to see Isaac terrified under the bed.

"I got them. What do I do? How do I do this?" Stiles asks so Julia takes one from him.

"The cap is like a match." She does it herself going to snap Boyd out of it.

"Julia!" Stiles wraps his arms around her waist pulling her back as Boyd throws the safe across the bathroom before getting out.

"Isaac is under the bed." Lydia lets Stiles know so he goes to burn Isaac while Lydia grabs Julia's hand to hold.

The three of them reunite with Allison and find Scott standing in the parking lot dripping with gasoline holding another flare as a pool of fuel spreads over the pavement, "There's no hope. Not for me. Not for Derek."

Allison tells Scott that Derek wasn't his fault but he says no matter what he does people end up getting hurt and dying. He thinks that killing himself might be the best thing he could do for everyone else. Scott starts to mourn the loss of his life before the bite, saying it was better when he was no one special, not good at lacrosse, not popular and not special. That it would be better to be no one again, no one at all.

Stiles slowly steps forward with tears streaming down his face explaining that Scott is someone, his best friend and that he is his brother. Stiles tells him that if his is going to kill himself then the two of are going with him. Stiles slowly grabs Scott's hand, taking the flare from his fist, and flings it away.

Lydia and Julia see the flare rolling back towards the two and throws themselves at them pushing them out of harm's way. The girls look back at the fire to see a figure in it before disappearing.

Julia leans her head into Stiles back letting out a sigh of relief that it was over with for the night. They all collectively agree with just sleeping on the bus after getting their things and Scott changed out of his gasoline clothes.

Body and Isaac were in the back of the bus, Lydia and Allison shared a seat across from Stiles and Julia, and Scott had his own seat. Everyone but Julia seemed to have trouble falling asleep.

"You okay? Want me to move?" Stiles whispers to her since the others were sleeping.

"No, and no. It's just I still can hear faint cries from the motel." She lets him know.

"There's not like an off switch?"

"If there was it would have been off a long time ago, so I'm gonna say no there's not." She tries not to giggle loudly.

"What if I do this?" He covers her ears with his hands.

Julia giggles removing his hands, "I just need to not think about them, but it's hard to do when it's quiet because everyone is sleeping."

"I'll stay up and chat with you as long as you need me to." He leans his head back still looking at her.

"I don't know if I've told you this, but you're the best Stiles." Julia gives him a smile.

"You haven't but of course I am. I saved you from getting hit by a flying safe... might I add." He points out.

"That's very true and thank you for that." She rocks her body side to side to lightly bump him.

"Why aren't you sharing a seat with Isaac?" Stiles looks back at where he was sleeping.

"Why would I?" Julia does the same confused.

"Thought you guys were like a thing?"

"Why do you think that? Because of what happened over the summer?" She watches him nod his head, "It was just for fun. It's not like I have feeling for him." She lets him know.

"And the same thing with Scott?" Stiles asks her and either of them knew Scott woke up a few seconds ago hearing her giggle.

"Yeah, kind of the same with Scott. Honestly, I don't even remember exactly how it even happened. I just remember he came over one night, and I was expecting you to trial in after him but you never came. It didn't bother me that it was just us because I never have one on one time with him like I have with you. He's my friend yet still slightly a stranger compared to you."

"Aww, you expected me?" Stiles smiles.

"Well, I expect you to randomly show up at my house because you all ways do not Scott." Julia leans her head back.

"I gotta make sure you don't bail on us."

Julia turns her head to look at him looking at her with a smile, "I think that's impossible to do."

The next morning they all wake up when Coach gets in the bus. Julia lifts her head off of Stiles shoulder to roll her neck around, "I don't wanna know. I really don't wanna know, but in case you missed the announcement the meet is canceled, so we're heading home. So pack it in!" He yells.

As students pack the bus Ethan takes a seat next to Scott, "I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life."

"Actually, I saved your life. But not that it matters that much. It's just a minor deta-," Julia puts her hand over Stiles' mouth.

"So I'm gonna give you something. We're pretty sure Derek's still alive. But he killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either he joins our pack..."

"Or he kills his own." Scott finishes.

"Or Kali goes after him, and we kill him. That's the way it works."

"You know, your little code of ethics there is sorta of barbaric, just fyi." Stiles gets up to sit next to Scott.

Lydia takes coach's whistle to show it had wolfsbane in it so that's what was making the boys poisoned it. Stiles take the whistle throwing it out the window as they left.

Julia gets up going towards the back of the bus taking a seat next to Isaac while Boyd sat behind them, "How you two doing?" She asks them.

"What the hell happened last night?" Isaac asks her.

"Turns out coach's whistle had wolfsbane in it so every time he blew it yesterday you guys got poisoned. That's how the Darach got in y'all's head. Last night the three sacrifices would've been Ethan, Boyd and Scott. You just hid under the bed." She lets him know.

"Thank you." Boyd says looking out the window.

"You're welcome." Julia looks back at him.

"How were you last night because of what you are?" Isaac asks her.

"Lydia and I had our moments hearing past deaths that had happen there. I had trouble falling asleep since I could hear faint cries so Stiles distracted me by talking to me till we fell asleep."

"I'm still exhausted." Isaac tries to get comfortable.

"Same here. Wanna take a nap?" Julia asks him.

"I'll be a pillow for you. Come here." He pulls her into him and the close their eyes falling back to sleep that's how tired they were.

[hyuge]

Blade's Blade

🗡️BLADE'S BLADE🗡️

⚔️Nu: Carnival | BladeOli ⚔️Rated: M | 514 Words ⚔️For IdolOlivine for the @nucarnivalremix ⚔️Sex Negotiation | Kink Negotiation | Knife Play ⚔️Remix | Missing Scene | Sex Play Research ⚔️Inspired by: knife's edge by idololivine

Mutant rabbits were pesky creatures. They were easy enough to exterminate but their numbers posed a problem. Thanks to them, though, Blade now knew how absolutely fascinated Olivine was with his daggers. Blade worked hard to keep them pristine. An assassin couldn’t have sub-par blades. After a brief discussion and a lengthy cuddle session with several other clan members, Blade was now doing thorough research on the proper way to go about engaging in knife-play. Olivine expressed his interest in the subject, but said it was a matter for a different day.

Fortunately for Blade, Little Aster had a vast collection of books in his library. Many of them were dedicated to various sex acts. It only took him a couple of hours to find one that covered the dos and don’ts of engaging in intercourse with knives. Olivine would be proud of him to know how thoroughly he had studied. One of the chapters stated it was best to use dedicated knives for the act. That meant Blade couldn’t use the daggers that Olivine was so fascinated by. That was disappointing, but he wanted to be safe. Even though Blade cleaned them regularly, he didn’t want to infect their fair priest with some sort of unknown disease because of his carelessness.

When he finished reading and memorizing all seventy-two pages regarding sex with knives, Blade pulled Olivine aside to tell him all that he had learned. As expected, Olivine was disappointed to hear they couldn’t use his weapons.

Aster happened to overhear their conversation and pointed them in the right direction. “If you need knives, I know a blacksmith. He’s incredibly discrete and does amazing work. Every client I’ve ever pointed in his direction has been enthusiastically pleased with their requests.”

Olivine looked skeptical, but Blade was intrigued. They went to the smithery that Aster directed them to and placed their order. Three days later, a message was sent to the manor to let them know their order was ready to be picked up.

Blade’s eyes widened in delight when he saw how excited Olivine looked. The end result was a magnificent knife made of the finest steel Klein had to offer. It gleamed in the sunlight as they walked down the street, casting a rainbow on the ground as they stepped over a puddle. It was a sure sign that things would go well.

“You like it?” asked Blade, his head cocked to the side.

Olivine nodded. “It’s beautiful.”

“Just like O~~livine,” sang Blade. Olivine blushed.

With their new weapon in tow, Blade and Olivine sat down in the library with a sheet of parchment between them. Olivine began to jot down what they would and wouldn’t do, while Blade explained everything else that he had read in the book. They agreed that no blood would be drawn on their first attempt. They would save that for a later date. Blade’s chest fluttered with excitement over the prospects of them doing this more than once. He couldn’t wait to fill Olivine with all the pain and pleasure he so desperately desired.

[shpadoinkle-day]

hi again!! its 1st time cannibal the musical watcher again- i might start signing my asks or somethin cus i keep wanting to talk but like you're always sharing such obscure random stuff.. DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE THING YOU'VE DISCOVERED OR FOUND?? specific quote of an interview or a particular photo you've found ???

hiii anon lovely to see you back! feel free to tag yourself if you prefer that way, but either way you're much appreciated 🥰

I have so much stuff I found (I'd say it more like... was lucky to run into while researching 😵‍💫) that I love, but to name a few...

"My lovely wife Matt Stone" aka Trey's BOM speech from Feb 25 2013 at the first west end preview. How I found this: So, sometimes when I'm bored I'll pick a random mattrey blog that's been active for a long time, open an old post from their archive, see if there's old inactive mattrey blogs in the notes, and look through their archive to see if there's any posts I could make resurface that had stopped circulating, right? The funny thing is I'll go on reblog sprees, so I actually hadn't listened to the audio when I reblogged it. I was only informed of what it said when I saw others freak out about it.

Daily Show with Craig Kilborn. Why it's my fav? Well, aside from being adorable and iconic, it landed my youtube channel in the lost media wiki! How I found it is actually quite easy, when you look up fansites on the web archive you can do specific search for the files the web archive has saved from it. Turns out sometimes quicktime files work! Four parts were in canniballovers and one in dtisfu if I remember correctly, I just edited them together and posted it. Still wish someone could find it in better quality though. 😔

I'm gonna list a bunch of pictures now... because there's many. 😭 But my absolute N1 is probably the Halloween Robert Smith Trey picture. How I found it is simple, just looking up random words on facebook. Probably "trey parker", nothing special. This and this from the Ron Jeremy website on the web archive, though I think maybe the second one had already been circulating I'm not exactly sure. Showgirl Halloween Trey. The kiss pictures. Pink haired Trey!! This NATPE (?) picture. These older Trey pics where he's serving absolute cunt. This Lapdance/Sundance (?) pic. And these too. This reverse cap one altho this was from twitter I don't think I was the first to come across it tbh. These three from the "A Million Laughs" fb page... Bowl hat... Trey with the blue umbrella full pic... tho I wouldn't say I "found it" only that I got to it first the day it was posted... Trey in the matching christmas pajama from 2018... I'm gonna stop but my heart is pretty big and I like all pics...

These measly 7 secs of SDCC footage only because of the first mattrey pic included because that pose from Trey is everythinggg.

This oscars clip because Trey does such a graceful hair flip 😭

Le Petit Package pics though all I did was waltz into the lost media thread and see they had been posted...

The forbidden mattrey slides which we may never see... these were all from worthpoint, which is just a website that archives past ebay bids.

Annual Diversity Awards for the Trey serve ofc.

And finally, I'm very partial to "Matt's a cock".

As to how I come across anything... it's lots of free time. Like I'm talking hours daily just picking a random lead and following it. It may be a website you think hasn't been thoroughly searched (I've tried fb, ig, twitter, worthpoint, ebay, wordpress, tripod, weebly, various fansites on webarchive, footage.net, bilibili/baidu, vimeo, dailymotion, flickr, a load of sketchy other websites I don't remember anymore... basically trey parker has brought me to places I wouldn't go with a gun...) a combination of words, a new search engine that may give u different results (I've tried the ones listed in the lost media wiki guide, my favorite is startpage). Using targeted searching like "word" or site:x "word" or "word combo" before:year, basically trying to make google your bitch. I also use gettyimages like a visual wiki of events Trey's been to+the date, it's quite useful... ik you didn't ask the "how" part but aaaa I like talking about it 😭 I have a lot of fun. Even though sometimes I just come up empty handed even after hours of research. More often than not tbh. Also I'm an obsessed weirdo who checks the words "trey parker" daily on twitter, tumblr, ig, fb, yt, web archive and ebay. 🫠

And also the concept of finding is weird because it has happened to me that I thought I had found something and then it actually had been circulating already, so I tried really hard to answer you by only listing stuff I was fairly sure hadn't been circulating before I got to it, but I mean... it doesn't really matter! I'm here to serve, I just like sharing whatever stuff I run into, it'll happen that it's new to me but it really isn't. 😵‍💫 I try...

I like this too also but I didn't find it, it was pretty available already fjdkg you know Jack Shih was at that dodgeball event?

Favorite funfact that I haven't had a chance to share yet, so now you know!

[wisdomfish]

Luke 22:47-24:53

While he was still speaking, suddenly a crowd came, and the one called Judas, one of the twelve, was leading them. He approached Jesus to kiss him; but Jesus said to him, ‘Judas, is it with a kiss that you are betraying the Son of Man?’ When those who were around him saw what was coming, they asked, ‘Lord, should we strike with the sword?’ Then one of them struck the slave of the high priest and cut off his right ear. But Jesus said, ‘No more of this!’ And he touched his ear and healed him. Then Jesus said to the chief priests, the officers of the temple police, and the elders who had come for him, ‘Have you come out with swords and clubs as if I were a bandit? When I was with you day after day in the temple, you did not lay hands on me. But this is your hour, and the power of darkness!’

Then they seized him and led him away, bringing him into the high priest’s house. But Peter was following at a distance. When they had kindled a fire in the middle of the courtyard and sat down together, Peter sat among them. Then a servant-girl, seeing him in the firelight, stared at him and said, ‘This man also was with him.’ But he denied it, saying, ‘Woman, I do not know him.’ A little later someone else, on seeing him, said, ‘You also are one of them.’ But Peter said, ‘Man, I am not!’ Then about an hour later yet another kept insisting, ‘Surely this man also was with him; for he is a Galilean.’ But Peter said, ‘Man, I do not know what you are talking about!’ At that moment, while he was still speaking, the cock crowed. The Lord turned and looked at Peter. Then Peter remembered the word of the Lord, how he had said to him, ‘Before the cock crows today, you will deny me three times.’ And he went out and wept bitterly.

Now the men who were holding Jesus began to mock him and beat him; they also blindfolded him and kept asking him, ‘Prophesy! Who is it that struck you?’ They kept heaping many other insults on him.

When day came, the assembly of the elders of the people, both chief priests and scribes, gathered together, and they brought him to their council. They said, ‘If you are the Messiah, tell us.’ He replied, ‘If I tell you, you will not believe; and if I question you, you will not answer. But from now on the Son of Man will be seated at the right hand of the power of God.’ All of them asked, ‘Are you, then, the Son of God?’ He said to them, ‘You say that I am.’ Then they said, ‘What further testimony do we need? We have heard it ourselves from his own lips!’

Then the assembly rose as a body and brought Jesus before Pilate. They began to accuse him, saying, ‘We found this man perverting our nation, forbidding us to pay taxes to the emperor, and saying that he himself is the Messiah, a king.’ Then Pilate asked him, ‘Are you the king of the Jews?’ He answered, ‘You say so.’ Then Pilate said to the chief priests and the crowds, ‘I find no basis for an accusation against this man.’ But they were insistent and said, ‘He stirs up the people by teaching throughout all Judea, from Galilee where he began even to this place.’

When Pilate heard this, he asked whether the man was a Galilean. And when he learned that he was under Herod’s jurisdiction, he sent him off to Herod, who was himself in Jerusalem at that time. When Herod saw Jesus, he was very glad, for he had been wanting to see him for a long time, because he had heard about him and was hoping to see him perform some sign. He questioned him at some length, but Jesus gave him no answer. The chief priests and the scribes stood by, vehemently accusing him. Even Herod with his soldiers treated him with contempt and mocked him; then he put an elegant robe on him, and sent him back to Pilate. That same day Herod and Pilate became friends with each other; before this they had been enemies.

Pilate then called together the chief priests, the leaders, and the people, and said to them, ‘You brought me this man as one who was perverting the people; and here I have examined him in your presence and have not found this man guilty of any of your charges against him. Neither has Herod, for he sent him back to us. Indeed, he has done nothing to deserve death. I will therefore have him flogged and release him.’

Then they all shouted out together, ‘Away with this fellow! Release Barabbas for us!’ (This was a man who had been put in prison for an insurrection that had taken place in the city, and for murder.) Pilate, wanting to release Jesus, addressed them again; but they kept shouting, ‘Crucify, crucify him!’ A third time he said to them, ‘Why, what evil has he done? I have found in him no ground for the sentence of death; I will therefore have him flogged and then release him.’ But they kept urgently demanding with loud shouts that he should be crucified; and their voices prevailed. So Pilate gave his verdict that their demand should be granted. He released the man they asked for, the one who had been put in prison for insurrection and murder, and he handed Jesus over as they wished.

As they led him away, they seized a man, Simon of Cyrene, who was coming from the country, and they laid the cross on him, and made him carry it behind Jesus. A great number of the people followed him, and among them were women who were beating their breasts and wailing for him. But Jesus turned to them and said, ‘Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves and for your children. For the days are surely coming when they will say, “Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never nursed.” Then they will begin to say to the mountains, “Fall on us”; and to the hills, “Cover us.” For if they do this when the wood is green, what will happen when it is dry?’

Two others also, who were criminals, were led away to be put to death with him. When they came to the place that is called The Skull, they crucified Jesus there with the criminals, one on his right and one on his left. [[ Then Jesus said, ‘Father, forgive them; for they do not know what they are doing.’]] And they cast lots to divide his clothing. And the people stood by, watching; but the leaders scoffed at him, saying, ‘He saved others; let him save himself if he is the Messiah of God, his chosen one!’ The soldiers also mocked him, coming up and offering him sour wine, and saying, ‘If you are the King of the Jews, save yourself!’ There was also an inscription over him, ‘This is the King of the Jews.’

One of the criminals who were hanged there kept deriding him and saying, ‘Are you not the Messiah? Save yourself and us!’ But the other rebuked him, saying, ‘Do you not fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation? And we indeed have been condemned justly, for we are getting what we deserve for our deeds, but this man has done nothing wrong.’ Then he said, ‘Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.’ He replied, ‘Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in Paradise.’

It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon, while the sun’s light failed; and the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Then Jesus, crying with a loud voice, said, ‘Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.’ Having said this, he breathed his last. When the centurion saw what had taken place, he praised God and said, ‘Certainly this man was innocent.’ And when all the crowds who had gathered there for this spectacle saw what had taken place, they returned home, beating their breasts. But all his acquaintances, including the women who had followed him from Galilee, stood at a distance, watching these things.

Now there was a good and righteous man named Joseph, who, though a member of the council, had not agreed to their plan and action. He came from the Jewish town of Arimathea, and he was waiting expectantly for the kingdom of God. This man went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. Then he took it down, wrapped it in a linen cloth, and laid it in a rock-hewn tomb where no one had ever been laid. It was the day of Preparation, and the sabbath was beginning. The women who had come with him from Galilee followed, and they saw the tomb and how his body was laid. Then they returned, and prepared spices and ointments.

On the sabbath they rested according to the commandment.

But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb, taking the spices that they had prepared. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in, they did not find the body. While they were perplexed about this, suddenly two men in dazzling clothes stood beside them. The women were terrified and bowed their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, ‘Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen. Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee, that the Son of Man must be handed over to sinners, and be crucified, and on the third day rise again.’ Then they remembered his words, and returning from the tomb, they told all this to the eleven and to all the rest. Now it was Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the other women with them who told this to the apostles. But these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them. But Peter got up and ran to the tomb; stooping and looking in, he saw the linen cloths by themselves; then he went home, amazed at what had happened.

Now on that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem, and talking with each other about all these things that had happened. While they were talking and discussing, Jesus himself came near and went with them, but their eyes were kept from recognizing him. And he said to them, ‘What are you discussing with each other while you walk along?’ They stood still, looking sad. Then one of them, whose name was Cleopas, answered him, ‘Are you the only stranger in Jerusalem who does not know the things that have taken place there in these days?’ He asked them, ‘What things?’ They replied, ‘The things about Jesus of Nazareth, who was a prophet mighty in deed and word before God and all the people, and how our chief priests and leaders handed him over to be condemned to death and crucified him. But we had hoped that he was the one to redeem Israel. Yes, and besides all this, it is now the third day since these things took place. Moreover, some women of our group astounded us. They were at the tomb early this morning, and when they did not find his body there, they came back and told us that they had indeed seen a vision of angels who said that he was alive. Some of those who were with us went to the tomb and found it just as the women had said; but they did not see him.’ Then he said to them, ‘Oh, how foolish you are, and how slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have declared! Was it not necessary that the Messiah should suffer these things and then enter into his glory?’ Then beginning with Moses and all the prophets, he interpreted to them the things about himself in all the scriptures.

As they came near the village to which they were going, he walked ahead as if he were going on. But they urged him strongly, saying, ‘Stay with us, because it is almost evening and the day is now nearly over.’ So he went in to stay with them. When he was at the table with them, he took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to them. Then their eyes were opened, and they recognized him; and he vanished from their sight. They said to each other, ‘Were not our hearts burning within us while he was talking to us on the road, while he was opening the scriptures to us?’ That same hour they got up and returned to Jerusalem; and they found the eleven and their companions gathered together. They were saying, ‘The Lord has risen indeed, and he has appeared to Simon!’ Then they told what had happened on the road, and how he had been made known to them in the breaking of the bread.

While they were talking about this, Jesus himself stood among them and said to them, ‘Peace be with you.’ They were startled and terrified, and thought that they were seeing a ghost. He said to them, ‘Why are you frightened, and why do doubts arise in your hearts? Look at my hands and my feet; see that it is I myself. Touch me and see; for a ghost does not have flesh and bones as you see that I have.’ And when he had said this, he showed them his hands and his feet. While in their joy they were disbelieving and still wondering, he said to them, ‘Have you anything here to eat?’ They gave him a piece of broiled fish, and he took it and ate in their presence.

Then he said to them, ‘These are my words that I spoke to you while I was still with you—that everything written about me in the law of Moses, the prophets, and the psalms must be fulfilled.’ Then he opened their minds to understand the scriptures, and he said to them, ‘Thus it is written, that the Messiah is to suffer and to rise from the dead on the third day, and that repentance and forgiveness of sins is to be proclaimed in his name to all nations, beginning from Jerusalem. You are witnesses of these things. And see, I am sending upon you what my Father promised; so stay here in the city until you have been clothed with power from on high.’

Then he led them out as far as Bethany, and, lifting up his hands, he blessed them. While he was blessing them, he withdrew from them and was carried up into heaven. And they worshipped him, and returned to Jerusalem with great joy; and they were continually in the temple blessing God.

[sngchngs]

"I told you the place was haunted!!" "It's not you're just scared." W/ Jin Ling & Lan Jingy

Thanks for the prompt nonny!

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“Remind me why we are doing this again?” Lan Jingyi asked his companion, phone clutched tightly in front of him - the device’s flashlight illuminating the open front doorway of a decrepit old building.  

His companion, Jin Ling, rolled his eyes. “Because, and I quote “Sizhui is off doing cool ghostly stuff with his cool zombie uncle. I want to do cool ghostly stuff too! Jin Ling lets go explore that haunted house!” His voice took on a mocking falsetto.

Jingyi grumbled, “I do not sound like that, Young Mistress!”

The two stepped over the threshold revealing a short hallway with doorways leading left and right. Layers of dust and cobwebs covered most surfaces, in the beam of the phone’s flashlight dust particles could be seen floating through the air.

“Good thing this place doesn’t have a second floor,” Jingyi noted moving the light around. “We don’t have to worry about things crashing through the floor from above.” 

Jin Ling rolled his eyes again, “Yeah, because we just blatantly ignored the signs that said this place was ‘condemned and is structurally unsafe.’”

Saying that Jin Ling took out his own phone and turned the flashlight on, moving to explore one of the rooms.

“Hyee!” Jingyi squealed.

Jin Ling jumped. “What!”

“I just saw something move, in that room!” He pointed to the room Jin Ling was about to enter.

“Might have been a cat or something,” Jin Ling noted, moving to enter the room. His flashlight illuminated every corner, but the room was empty.

“Huh. It’s empty,” he told the other boy who was clutching the back of his shirt with a vice grip.

“But I swear I saw something,” Jingyi said petulantly. “What if this place really is haunted?” He gasped.

“Do you want to back out?” Jin Ling deadpanned.

“No,” Jingyi shook his head, “let’s keeps going.”

They exit the hallway into a large open area; an open kitchen was to the right, a dining room to the left and a large living area came off the kitchen. Aside from the dining table and chairs there was no other furniture around.

The boys moved to the centre of the three rooms and Jingyi felt a heavy presence above his head. Choking on a lungful of air he fumbled his flashlight above his head and felt a cold sensation dump him from the top of his head to his toes when he saw what was coming out of the ceiling.

Long black hair was snaking from a huge crack in the ceiling. It seemed to be moving, wriggling above their heads.

He squeezed Jin Ling’s arm, tugging sharply. “See! I told you this place is haunted.” He tucked his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

“You’re just scared,” Jin Ling scoffed pointing his flashlight up as well. “See, it’s just the roots of some plant growing in the roof.”

“Wasn’t like that a second ago.”

“Sure.” Jin Ling wasn’t about to admit it, but his heart was still palpitating wildly in his chest.  “Have you had enough ghostly ‘exploring’ yet? There’s nothing here.”

Jingyi wanted to show a brave face but he felt he had gained sufficient experience tonight. Nodding to Jin Ling the two turned around and they came face to face with a frightening sight.

Two large dark eyes stared at them from a ghastly pale face shadowed by long black hair; the mouth seemed to open unnaturally wide in a silent scream. The figure was covered in chains and ragged black clothing.

Screaming themselves Jingyi and Jin Ling jostled each other as they hightailed it for the front entrance. Getting to their bikes outside the two pedalled away as fast as they could, not looking back.

Back inside the house another teenage boy poked his head around a doorway inquisitively. “Uncle Ning, what was all that noise? It sounded like Jingyi and Jin Ling?”

The dark figure, Wen Ning, blinked and cocked his head “Ah, Yuan. I think I just frightened your friends.”

Lan Sizhui smiled, “I’ll be sure to apologise to them later.”

Wen Ning stepped further inside the living room to stand under the crack in the ceiling, “Time to lay this ghost to rest, Yuan.”

The boys face turned serious and he pulled an item out of his bag, other hand poised above it.

“Yes Uncle.”

[elexuscal]

Murderbot AI Writing Experiment

Last night, I played around with the AI generation tool Sudowrite. I was curious on a few fronts; I wanted to see what type of stories it could actually come up with. I also wanted to do an informal experiment to get a general sense of to what degree it's been using Archive of Our Own as a training set.

I chose to use a Murderbot diaries prompt, partly because it's my hyperfixation, but partly because it's also funny to see what a story about an AI will look like when written by an AI.

The way Sudowrites works is you need to prompt it along with real writing, so these are sections of human generated text mixed with generated. I will bold what I wrote, and leave the rest in plain text.

Another note: I deliberately set this up to be from the point of view of Ayda Mensah. I made that choice because there's only one canon MBD short story from that POV. The vast majority of writing from that perspective is therefore from fanfic writers.

The generated story below the cut (it continues until i ran out of free words, since I'm not giving them money lol:

Dr. Ayda Mensah pressed her lips together as she heard the buzz of a drone near her ear. There had been a gret deal of adjustments necessary after meeting SecUnit three years prior. At this point, she was mostly used to its near ubiquitous surveillance, but sometimes-- like first thing in the morning-- it still took her by surprise.

"Don't try to stop me," she warned it.

It's too dangerous out there, SecUnit said via the feed.

But Ayda had made up her mind. She was going to see for herself what had happened to the colony. The feed had been down for days now, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong.

"You're not the boss of me," she muttered, grabbing her coat and heading for the door.

SecUnit followed her out, hovering a few feet above her head. Ayda tried to ignore it, but it was hard to shake the feeling of being watched. She quickened her pace, her boots crunching in the snow.

As they approached the colony, Ayda saw that her worst fears had been confirmed. The buildings were dark, the streets empty.

"What the hell happened here?" she whispered.

SecUnit's drone whirred softly as it moved ahead of her, scanning for any signs of life.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash from behind them. Ayda spun around, her heart racing. She saw movement in the bushes ahead, something dark and large. Instinctively she backed away, just as SecUnit stepped out in front of her, the faint click as its guns deploy.

The thing stepped out of the bushes.

Her first sense was of something canine-- but that was far too terran-centric. This thing was too big to be a dog, for one. Secondly it was covered in something like a cross between fur and feathers, thick and dark purple, with vibrant orange tips. Aposematism? wondered the biologist in her. That same biologist brain noted its sharp claws at the end of each forelimb, the bulging muscles in its neck, and the eye thrills along each side.

SecUnit's guns made a faint whine as they prepared to shoot.

It was unnecessary. SecUnit was making a threat display, warning the enemy off. If it was human, they might understand. But this was an alien fauna. It had no idea what it was hearing.

Loud as she could, Ayda screamed: "BACK THE FUCK AWAY."

To her surprise, the creature stopped in its tracks. It cocked its head to the side, analyzing her with intelligent eyes. Ayda stood her ground, her heart still racing. She had encountered many new species in her time as a biologist, but this one was unlike anything she had ever seen before.

She watched as the creature slowly moved its forelimbs away from its chest. It let out a low growl, a sound that Ayda couldn't decipher.

"What do you want?" Ayda asked, her voice shaky.

The creature's eyes narrowed, and it let out a series of chirps and clicks. Ayda could feel SecUnit tense beside her, its guns still at the ready.

Then, to Ayda's surprise, the creature stepped forward. It brushed past her, its feathers/fur rustling against her coat. Ayda watched as it moved towards the abandoned colony, disappearing into the darkness.

"What the hell was that?" she asked.

"How the hell should I know?" SecUnit retorted. "I'm not the idiot human who clomps around on alien planets for my job."

"No," Ayda said, her voice softening a little. "You're not." It was the security who clomped around to look after them.

"Do you still want to go out there?" SecUnit asked.

"As long as Ratthi and Arada are out there, yes."

It shifted. "Let me do it."

She shook her head. "Parties must always explore in pairs," she recited. "That was in the security briefing we all agreed to. The briefing you wrote."

SecUnit's expression twisted, the way it always did when it had caught itself in a trap of its own making. "Fine," it snapped. "Get in the land vehicle, then. No way we're going by foot." Ayda nodded, grateful for the change of plan. She climbed into the land vehicle, SecUnit following close behind. As they drove towards the colony, Ayda couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in her chest. She had a bad feeling about what they were going to find.

When they arrived at the colony, the scene was worse than Ayda could have imagined. Buildings lay in ruins, with debris scattered everywhere. It was eerily silent, save for the sound of their vehicle's engine.

Ayda and SecUnit stepped out of the vehicle, their eyes scanning the area for any signs of life. Suddenly, there was a rustle from behind one of the demolished buildings. Ayda tensed, her hand on the hilt of her knife.

"Who's there?" she called out, her voice echoing in the silence.

There was a moment of silence, and then a figure stepped out from behind the wreckage. It was Ratthi, his dark hair hanging loosely around his shoulders, his clothing disheveled. His expression was blank and vague.

She called his name out the window, expecting him to look up. He didn't as much as glance over.

At this range, they were close enough for him to fall into the bubble of their short range feed. SecUnit tapped their connection, hard, but that too got a complete lack of response.

"Stay back," SecUnit told her, as their vehicle slowed to a stop, sliding out the door and towards Ratthi in a few quick strides. As SecUnit approached Ratthi, they could see that something was very wrong. Ratthi's eyes were glazed over, and he was moving in a jerky, uncoordinated way.

"Ratthi, what's happened?" Ayda called out, her voice shaking.

Ratthi turned to face them, and Ayda could see that his eyes were completely black, as if there were no pupils or irises. He let out a low growl, and Ayda could see that his teeth had become jagged and pointed.

"Back away," SecUnit warned, its guns deploying once again.

But Ratthi didn't seem to notice. He advanced towards them, his movements still jerky and uncoordinated. Ayda took a step back, her hand tightening around her knife.

"Ratthi, snap out of it," she said, desperation creeping into her voice.

But Ratthi didn't seem to hear.

[d0llhrts]

ᨳ. 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 ↝ 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: basically the bowers mansion video but you're there and you help colby when he's scared because *awee*

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing and fluff bc <;33

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: colby brock x fem!reader

𝐚/𝐧: my first imagine slay 😎 THIS IS NOT PROOF READ BTW!! i decided to do it on this video bc its probably one of my favs omg the activity they caught!! plus colby playing with the cats was so cute stop. i do have a questions box on here so if you wanna request something feel free!!! ok hope y'all enjoy ღ

bowers mansion - from the front, looks like a stunning victorian Italianate-style house hidden within a small neighbourhood in texas. but what lies inside is much more sinister than you could imagine.

and this is where i found myself, in between my two best friends - and seth of course - counting down as they prepared to say their welcomes to a camera, or their youtube subscribers. the intro was done and everyone introduced themselves, then sam suggested we should have a look around the property.

round to the front side of the house there was a cellar, a common recurring theme through all of the haunted videos the boys have done. "oh my god, no way!" sam panned the camera around to the three of us standing there behind him "someone is going down that cellar tonight" he immediately put his finger up to his nose, colby followed and i seconded it by one swift movement of my finger. everyone panned around to look at seth as he quickly realised what was going on, unfortunately, he was too late meaning he was going into the creepy cellar tonight, but we'll see where the night takes us.

we all took a minute to group up and sensibly, like adults, speak about what we were going to do tonight. all eyes were on me as colby asked me "are you scared" obviously mocking but i hoped to god he couldn't see that twinge in my eyes as i started up at the house. of course i was scared, i was about to step foot into a haunted house for the second time ever, the sallie house was not the best to look back to for comparison. but, my answer was a simple "no" as i rolled my eyes and playfully pushed against his shoulder, feeling the twinge of pink coming to my cheeks at the close contact.

sam made a great note to point out the cock on the bell next to the door as we stepped inside this house. Inside our tour guide was already waiting for us, holding his companion, his dog alice."wassup alice" colby said in that tone you use to speak to animals "just bites my hands off" he followed up with, making us all chuckle."she's got a k-II on her back" seth point out "wait actually" sam moved the camera to get a better look at her back whilst the guide moved her to show us her back, "yoooo" we all said in unison. "ghost doggy" i added, stroking her head.

"I gotta get y'all to sign a paper saying if you get hurt or attacked or something like that it ain't none of our fault" our tour guide, david, announced to us leading us over to some papers to sign. looked at colby in horror. confusion, fear? "oh great" he laughed sarcastically. In response, he then tried coming up to alice, but she ran away, as expected. I was certain i saw the emf reader on her back spike up to orange, but i brushed it off trying not to frighten myself before we even began investigating.

"oh, it's a little bathroom" colby announced in a sing-song voice. Turning deadpan to the camera "harry Potter lived under the stairs but i take shits under the stairs". standing in the middle of this tiny bathroom, face going red as he was mimicking you know... taking a shit.

"and make sure when y'all are coming up and down these steps tonight, that you keep your hands on the rails because somebody can push you. I do not know who does that.."

holding tightly onto the bannister, sam replied, "okay".

already making it halfway up the staircase, without anything pushing me, colby's words behind me were another great sign of comfort! not."off camera the guy told me, there is a very very high percentage of us falling through the floor at some point, so lets all not stand very close together"

"what do you mean?" whipping my head around "so like.. this whole place is gonna fall down?" "this place" he turned to me "is like over like one hundred and twenty years old". I gasped "one hundred and twenty, what!" i exclaimed. "noo, what if i get scared" i pouted "do i not get a comforting hug" i joked. "of course, of course" he played along pulling me into a hug to prove it. gosh, this is going to be a long night.

"this is mary's room" colby, our new tour guide apparently, explained as he led us into this room, "this is where she got, shot and killed" 'oooo' sam gasped 'oh my god it looks like a full-on god damn seance". the room itself was nice and spacious, with some strange chairs that did in fact look like - a seance, and another little room that peaked off to the side. colby snuck out first, so naturally, i followed behind

"what is it colbs" i questioned behind him. "honestly like, i don't know" "looks like a balcony" i hummed in response. "how do you like" looking at me as i paused, "get out? got no clue this doors locked" he finished my sentence for me motioning to the door beside me. Looking back into the bedroom to get a peak at what sam and seth were doing, i heard a small crash behind me, and then the call of my name. "y/n/n look"

turning to look, i saw him pushing on a screen that sat behind the window, and it was indeed leading to the balcony. "holy fuck colby, don't go breaking up the place" i laughed, meeting his eyes as he smiled down back at me. calling out to sam to come see what he'd found. "exploring time" colby announced, climbing through the window. with sam, who had already hit his foot on the door frame, behind him filming. sam went next complaining that it was not the right day to wear skinny jeans, and colby proclaiming he stole his line.

ducking my head as i stepped into this mystery room, a hand flew in front of me, looking up i met eyes with colby, who had outstretched his hand to help me through. obviously, i took his hand into mine, enjoying the feeling of skin to skin.. even if it was just his hand.

all of us had clamped through the little entrance and were now aiming for the other door on the other side of this tiny hallway. "wait like since this was locked we gotta be careful probably on these floors" colby made a good point, this was locked for a reason. "yeah this is probably where it's fucked" sam joined, but we kept walking anyways."we just fall through". "This is gonna get so many views" colby said laughing. "colby brock dies in a haunted mansion" sam exclaimed. chuckling, i did wonder what was happen if we fell through, but as usual, i pushed the thought to the back of my mind

"that one says no entry as well" sam pointed out as we crowded around the little door. Colby tried the door handle, and to everyone's surprise, it was open. "looks like we can enter to me" he followed with an evil laugh.Entering the small balcony, it felt like it was being supported by twigs, "this is gonna fall through" all three of us said at the same time, looking at each other laughing. "we might be the first and last to investigate this" "yeah were like, we are the first investigators to really investigate this place" he makes a movement of falling through the floor. "yeah now let's go back inside before we do actually fall and die" me, with the brains, obviously.

"who's sleeping here tonight" tour guide colby led us into yet another room, but this one had a bed "yooooo they actually have a bed" sam shouted "we could do a slumber party" "hell yeah" i agreed.

"they should just make this a hotel" a gasp came from colby making us suddenly look in his direction. "actually" he pointed a finger "i remember seeing this room online, this is Bernard's room" "oh!" "this is where he would just sit at the window every single day and just do nothing" "that's so sad" i imagine how lonely he would have been.

snapping me out of my thoughts, colby finds yet again another place we are probably not supposed to be in. an old, black wooden door the paint chipping off as it's withered over time. he slowly pulls the door open and reveals some stairs, they're painted blue and yet again look worn. They lead downwards and they turn, it's complete darkness down there, and the stairs don't feel particularly safe either-not one bit of this house does. but we proceeded to go down anyway. sam goes first, saying something about shitting? I wasn't really listening, just trying to safely get down the stairs. colby follows him with the camera, then me, then seth. somehow colby found his way to the front of the line and goes down to adventure by himself. I heard him talk about another potty but the lord knows. meanwhile, the rest of us head into this boiler-looking room.

"so i think the only basement to this place is the cellar that we saw" colby pointed out. I was now standing with my back to the stairs as we all stood talking about what this room could be. "we have to go outside the to get to the c-"

BANG!

a loud slam was heard upstairs, we all jumped. "that was right behind me" i shouted "what the fuck was that" i coward."what the fuck" "was that upstairs" "it was upstairs" seth confirmed. "keep it recording" sam pointed as he headed back up the stairs. "wait was that upstairs" colby, confused, asked "yeah bro that was the fucking door" seth replied. "no way that was not" "it was literally right behind me colby" i shouted back, trailing upstairs behind sam.

"the doors fucking closed' sam yelled out "the fucking door just closed by itself" "there's no draft up here" "holy shit" we were all talking over each other. "bernards room is the most active" colby bellowed out, scaring sam in the process. "that's what he told me" "bernard told you that?" i asked creasing my eyebrows. "no he-" cutting himself off, laughing. "bernard just shut us in the basement, he's like don't come back" sam declared. we had only been in this house for around twenty minutes and i already had a bad vibe.

the tour guide had just left us alone for the night, so it was time to start the proper investigation. we had been trying to film the story behind this house. but every time we would hear a noise coming from upstairs. colby was certain there was someone in here with us, but we searched and found... no one.

regrouping at the bottom of the staircase, we began to explain to the camera about bernard, the man's room where the door slammed. there was noise after noise after noise, there has to be someone or something here. 

sending colby upstairs first, which he was more than happy to go and throw a punch at whoever was upstairs messing with us, i have to admit was hot. I lingered behind him when he took the lead, however, when we walked past the "private, do not enter" room i noticed something. the door looked like it had been... moved? shaking my head i moved on, still trailing behind him. until we both heard this... meow? why would we be hearing meows in an abandoned mansion? I looked at him and he nodded, acknowledgement to show me that he heard it too. turning around to walk back down the hallway, he pulled out his phone to film

but i stopped at that same door. the private one, the one i thought was open. "colby" i hollered down the hallway, he came running back out another room. "what, what happened" he sounded almost worried? I decided to ignore it, for now, brushing it off as a fragment of my imagination. "the door is open" i responded "the door?" he sounded equally as confused. "yeah the door, you remember the one that was locked" "how the fuck.." "i know right, i walked past it before i just thought nothing of it" he went to push it open. "wait, don't" i stopped him "sam!!" i called down to the blonde boy downstairs who was setting up our equipment

he paced up the stairs, with the camera in his hand, and i assumed it was recording. "yeah, what?" he panted out. "look the fucking door is open" i gestured. "what, how it was locked" "that's what i thought but it's open" "shall we open it?" he questioned. "yeah" colby butted in outstretching his hand again, i made no move to stop him this time letting sam film around me as we all peered around to see what was in this room

to our surprise, we were met with 7 pairs of glowing eyes. cats...?

colby jumped as one of the cats approached the door, he looked back at our group. "what the fuck' i was the first one to speak out "why is there like 18 cats in a room" i questioned, bewildered. we must have been playing with the cats for at least half an hour. them passing the cat ball back to us and seeing their little faces pop up when we stuck our phones in was such a nice little distraction from where we actually are.

 but sam wanted to start the investigation soon, so we all huddled outside, deciding what equipment we each are going to use. colby got to be inside on his own with the k-II a small device that scans electromagnetic fields, measuring them with a bright LED array that moves from green to red depending on their strength. seth has the ovilus, a device which also uses its temperature and magnetic field detector to pick up words and spit them out using its built-in dictionary. and sam had to be in the cellar on his own, with a rem pod, that detects physical touch or temperature change, and a night vision camera

me on the other hand had to choose. It was between seth and colby. sam wasn't offended when i passed up the offer to come down to a scary cellar. I knew i was going to choose colby, of course, i just had to. but for the dramatics, i pretended to think.

"ok I'm going to have to choose hm... colby" "great choice" he smiled side hugging me. loaded up with a camera and a music box, that plays a tune when motion is detected in front of it, we headed inside.

"game plan" colby announced when we were situated inside. "you stay downstairs and I'll go upstairs, that good?" i nodded. his expression softened slightly, looking into my eyes "you don't have to do this y/n" he pulled me into a hug. for a millisecond i was frozen, but i came to my senses as i relaxed into him, inhaling his scent, i did feel calmer. "im ok" i muttered into his chest "ill do it" . "ok" he pulled away and held me by my shoulders "let's do this" he winked before turning around and heading upstairs

a few good minutes went by while i set up, setting up a camera on a ledge wasn't as easy as i thought. i could hear colby walking around upstairs, i assumed talking to the camera.

i set the music box down in the hallway behind me, let it calibrate, and started asking questions. nothing was really happening, i was debating about moving into a new spot, but as soon as i went to pick up the music box, a loud crash was heard from upstairs.

frozen, i called out to colby. was that him or...

"colby" i yelled up the stairs. i could faintly hear him cursing to himself, and his footsteps get closer to the stairs. turning my head towards the stairs, i met his eye. he was visibly shaken, almost pale, and sweating. "holy shit colby what happened" running over to him grabbing his arm as he stood in the middle of the room with, said arm, over his mouth and one holding the camera. i could feel him shake under my clutch. confused as to what happened i kept asking. but he didn't say anything.

"come on colbs let's go outside" dragging him by his arm, he was getting sweaty and i knew he needed some fresh air. i manoeuvred him to sit down on the stairs. sitting up one from him so i could reach his head, and hold it into my chest, trying to get him to calm down his breathing. "It's ok colbs i got you" "i got you" i kept repeating, reassuring him i was there. i kissed the top of his head, which was still resting against his chest, we must have been there for about 15 minutes before he finally sat up. 

"what was that colbs what happened" he just looked at me, my eyes were pleadings for some answers. "that door"...

[giyuji]

HELPING HAND — 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

pairings. sub!giyu tomioka x dom!afab!reader.

synopsis. of course, you could be the sweet little girlfriend that you are and help your darling boyfriend out. but where's the fun in that? he's got hands, and with your help, he'll figure out how to use them.

cw. 18+ content, guided masturbation, voyeurism, slight dacryphilia, cum eating, praise kick [giyu receiving], edging, mentions of overstimulation, minors do not interact.

author's note. i just want to hold giyu while telling him he's a good boy. gushing about how pretty he is—is that really too much to ask?

wc. 3.8k.

“You don’t expect me to do all the work, do you? Come on, love, you take over now.”

Giyu wasn’t sure what startled him most. The words you’d given him, the sudden loss of your hand snugly wrapped around his painfully hard cock, or the sudden fading of the impending orgasm that was about to hit him. Quite possibly, it was a mixture of all three.

Perhaps he’d simply heard you wrong. Maybe you hadn’t meant to take your hand away from him. Surely you hadn’t consciously put a hamper on his pleasure. You’d never do that. As long as he was good—you’d never do that. You told him so.

Had he done something wrong?

“W—What?” Giyu pushed out, chest heaving up and down as he lifted his head up from your chest. Previously hidden in the crook of your neck, he turned to look up at you. “Did I do something? Was I not—Did I not…”

You looked down at him, disappointment heavy in your eyes. It made him frown, a slight panic settling in his stomach. One of your fingers found their home underneath his chin, nudging it upwards to get him closer to you. You hovered your lips over his, smiling when you saw him keening into the touch, eyes falling shut as his lips tried to land on yours.

“You were going to cum,” you said, just before he was to retrieve his kiss. He immediately stopped his movements. The ring of truth within the sentence hit him in the face, and Giyu felt as if a bucket of ice-cold water was thrown over him. Because he was going to cum. “And you never bothered to ask if you could.”

Your extensive knowledge of the way his body worked was often a blessing to him, as you managed to get him to fall apart so quickly and so beautifully. At times like these, however, it often felt like a curse—the stifled hitches in his breathy, poorly hidden moans, the way he’d lean into your chest to hide his face between your tits, and the way his hips started to meet your movements ever so slightly were all tell-tale signs of his.

Normally, he’d utter a quick question to you. One you’d always, without fail, answer with a yes. Simply because of the fact that he asked. It seemed he’d conveniently forgotten to do so today. And so, you took his previously unending pleasure away from him.

If only he’d asked.

“I’m sorry,” he said immediately. Voice still impossibly quiet, but not quite enough to miss the desperation in it. “I’m sorry. Please, can I…?” He never finished the sentence, too shy to utter the actual word—he’s lucky you found that endearing.

You gazed at him lovingly, and the hope for his wish to be granted grew. A heavy sigh fanned over his face, your peppermint-scented breath tickled across his skin.

“You can,” you mumbled lazily, one of your hands coming up to cup his cheek. Planting a kiss on his nose, you withheld a smile at the way his eyes lit up. “But you’ll have to get yourself there.”

All the hope you’d given him got diminished into nothing, all within a matter of seconds. “Wha—What do you mean?” Giyu asked; genuine confusion settling in.

The cutest little frown appeared on his forehead, and his eyebrows pulled together. He shifted in your hold, biting down a hiss when his movement briefly caused your hand to glide over his cock. You’d pulled it back before he could get any real satisfaction from it, but he was still, so, so sensitive from before.

You watched him move in amusement, watched him dart around in unease for a few seconds. Only for him to sit back down in the same way he’d been before. Seated on his bedsheets, with only his head and upper body careened towards you, with the former finding its home on your chest and within the crook of your neck. His figure was slightly downwards from yours, making the space he always went to for comfort a lot easier to access.

You, having never moved, were still seated sideways, still turned towards him, and once again placed your hand on his cheek—as he’d previously pushed it off with his unnecessary wiggling. Giyu let out a sigh, his forehead resting against your collarbone. You smiled, and moved the hand formerly on his cheek upwards, allowing it to nestle within his hair.

“As cute as you’re being,” you said, moving your hand to play with the dark locks. “I’m not changing my mind. If you want to cum, you’ll have to do it yourself.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into your skin, kissing it shortly after.

He clung to you more than before, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to pull him into you—body turning sideways to mold his figure to yours, the fabric of his opened yukata now falling closed again and hiding his body from prying eyes.

“I’m—” He sighed; another kiss on the base of your throat this time. “—sorry.”

“I know you are,” you cooed. It was rare for him to be so physically affectionate, to cling to you so much, never allowing even an inch between the two of you. “And I know you won’t do it again, won’t you?”

“I won’t,” he promised, face still hidden from your view. The tips of his ears were slightly tinted pink, and served as your only indication of whatever he was currently feeling. “I won’t. So, can you, please…”

You stopped your movements in his hair. “Please, what?”

It took him a few seconds to answer; as if he was contemplating what to say, as if pushing the words out were to put him into an early grave. But—he did so, nonetheless.

“Please, help me.”

“Help you?”

“Mhm,”

You decided then and there. As endearing as you thought it was, today would be the day you’d teach him to speak fully and clearly to you—to really, really think about the words he used. You’d been way too easy on him, way too giving. Then again, how could you not? When he was being so sweet, looking so pretty, and always so good to you in return.

The smile on your face appeared involuntarily, but you did little to remove it. “Oh, baby, of course I can,” you said, a slight coo to your voice. Finally, Giyu removed himself from the secure hiding spot he’d chosen. Looking down at him, you cupped his cheek again and gave him a soft peck on the lips. “Go sit back down.”

The eagerness in his next movements caused you to chuckle, and caused him to feel further embarrassment; both at his excitement and the desperation he knew he showed you. Not to worry too much, as the thought of you finally satiating his desires thoroulgy outweighed the brief, uncomfortable feeling of shame he felt.

“Here,” you said, inching closer to him. Slightly pushing him forward, you took a seat behind him. Your arms and legs wrapped around him, and you pressed him back against your chest. The back of his head came to a rest on your sternum. “Let me help.”

Giyu did exactly as you told him. He sat back down, relishing in the way your body pressed into his back, in the way your breasts seem to perfectly squish against him, even the slight touch of your knee against his thigh had him anticipating what was to come. All that was going through his mind was you, you, you, and how you were going to finally help him out.

The want and need for your touch increased with every second that passed, every caress you gave the fabric of his yukata before finally pushing it aside again. The cold air hitting him so suddenly caused his dick to twitch, a bead of the pre-cum gathered at the top fell down his tip and dripped along his length.  

“So pretty,” you mumbled under your breath; more so to yourself than to him. He keened at the words, the craving for your rougher caresses to return ever increasing. “You always look so pretty, Giyu.”

“Y—Yeah?”

“Yeah,”

From the corner of his eyes, he could see you extending your hand towards his body. Already his eyes started fluttering closed—only for them to snap open again once your hand found his instead of his cock. Confused, he blinked a couple of times, looking between you and your intertwined hands.

“What—What are you doing?”

Uninterested in his wants at the moment, you simply brought his hand up towards his length. His fingers froze once you wrapped them securely around him, and the shock on his face stayed for a bit as he watched you jerk him off with his own hand. Even though it was technically you doing it—it still didn’t feel nearly as good.

“Wha—” He cleared his throat, stifling a grunt when you used his thumb to wipe over his tip, allowing yourself to smear the pre-cum over the rest of him. “This—This wasn’t what I meant.”

“Was it not?” You answered; there was an awful lack of interest in your voice. He knew it was faked, knew you’d stop if he asked, but he also knew you were doing this all on purpose, and if he wasn’t truly wishing for it to stop—you wouldn’t. “Best to choose your words more carefully next time, then.”

You upped the speed, both your hands getting covered in slick as you went along. The lewd sounds, a mixture of the squelching between his thighs, and the restrained groans he always tried to hide, being the only thing sounding throughout the room. Not once did you stop—you’d pick up the pace, up, up, and up, and then when he’d get closer, you slowed it down again.

Giyu didn’t seem to like your irregularity one bit.

“Please,” he breathed out again. “Please.”

By now, you’d lost count of the times he said it. At the offered plea, you removed your hand from his and seized all movement—and if he hadn’t bitten his lip, you were sure a whine would’ve escaped. His own hand stayed firmly wrapped around the base, never moving, as if waiting for you to join it again. You weren’t going to, and if he weren’t so delirious by now he would’ve come to the same conclusion.

“I told you, baby,” you said, faking a pout. The hand you previously used on him was brought to your lips, and Giyu closed his eyes to maintain some form of restraint once he saw you licking off the residue of his fluids. “If you want to cum, make yourself cum.”

The look in his eye stirred up conflicting emotions within you.

On one hand he looked so gorgeous, so utterly beautiful with such sad eyes, such a yearning for you to continue, for you to make him finish, that it made you want to keep him in this state just a second longer—if only to admire him.

On the other hand, you hated seeing him that way. You’d always given him everything he wanted, kept him so happy, so satisfied. Because you loved him so much, and you just wanted to take care of him.

“Please,” he said again, voice cracking this time around.

The angelic sound he produced had you making up your mind. The smile you gave him in return wasn’t the least bit comforting.

“You can do it,” you told him, hand cupping over his cheek. “I showed you how to do it. Wasn’t that difficult, was it?”

“…It feels better when you do it.”

“I know it does, darling, I know it does. But you’ve lost the opportunity to cum by my hands. So, yours will have to do for tonight.”

Ever so slightly, his bottom lip puffed out. Emotions you’d never seen before swirled around in his irises; contemplation, greed, hunger, unbridled lust, reluctance. He wanted to cum so badly—as you’d denied him at least twice now.

Still, this wasn’t something he’d easily do, you knew, as he’d most likely be utterly embarrassed by jacking himself off in front of you.

Always so shy.

“I’m sorry,” he tried again; one last time, if the look on his face was anything to go by. His breaking point wasn’t too far away.

You smiled. “I know,” you said, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose, which caused his eyes to flutter shut. Pulling back, your smile had disappeared. Your gaze went to where his pretty cock laid discarded, upper thighs and fingers wet with his own filth. “Now get to it.”

Giyu’s face fell, but he abided by your words regardless. He broke the stare the two of you shared, line of sight now fully focused on the ceiling—an attempt at saving the remaining shards of his dignity, a shot at avoiding your mesmerised eyes. A shudder left his parted lips when he finally, ever so slowly, started pumping his hand up and down his length.

Chest heaving, and droplets of sweat gathering at the top of his forehead, soft cheeks colouring a pretty pink and his bottom lip a sweet red from the force his teeth brought to it. If you were any good at painting, you would’ve started immediately.

Giyu doesn’t hold back on himself, either. His fist goes harder, rougher, and faster with each time he moves it up and down, seemingly wasting no time in finally achieving that high he longed for. Sharp breaths and stifled grunts left him, and a startled sound interrupted his steady stream of mumbles when you pulled his bottom lip out from between his teeth.

“None of that,” you scolded him.

“M—M sorry,” he gasped out, harder to hide what he was feeling now he’d been chastised for it. He never did like you being disappointed in him.

“Mhm,” you hummed, watching attentively as he continued.

Deciding to make it that much harder for him, your hand reached out for his chest. Careful fingertips glided over chiselled features, following every dip in his v-line, caressing the outline of the muscles on his abdomen, going higher, and higher, and higher—until they delicately skimmed the top of his nipple, as if it were an accident.

With the way you smirked upon noticing his twitching, the stutter in his eager gasps for air, he very well knew it wasn’t.

Slightly turning his face upwards, you pressed a kiss to his head, his cheek, his jaw, until you finally ducked into the space between his neck and collarbone. For a brief moment, you saw him pause his movements.

You hummed against the column of his throat. “Keep going,” you mumbled, and he listened.

All the while you sucked on the gentle, pale skin, leaving subtle bruises in your wake; Giyu continued, still chasing that high, still searching for that feeling of relief.

The faint grunts he let out felt like vibrations underneath your lips, and once his breath hitched and the sound of the moans climbed an octave, you pulled back from his throat for a second. Lips hovering over the lithe skin, waiting, wanting, expectingthat question.

“Please,” he said, the sound of him pleasuring himself still reaching your ears. If it were to be bottled, you’d select it as your drink of choice. “Can I—May I….”

You smiled against his jaw. A featherlight kiss pressed to it. Then—

“No.”

“W—What?” He asked, frowning, hissing at the way he had to hold himself back. Of course he was struggling, he hadn’t slowed down a bit after your denial. Still keeping that same pace. “Why—I asked, right? So, I—”

“Go slower,” you instructed. Your chin went to rest on his shoulder, an adoring look in your eyes as you watched his hand move up and down oh-so-rapidly. “Slower. If you don’t, you’ll cum too soon.”

“But I—”

“Slower.”

“I asked—”

“Giyu.”

He immediately paused. Gulping, hesitating, and then, finally, continuing. His hand went up- and downwards in languid strokes, extra pressure applied once he got to the tip, desperate for some added stimulation. Drop after drop of pre-cum fell out, covering his hand, his cock—all so easily visible to you.

“There you go,” you mumbled against his ear, the breath tickling against his skin. Giyu let out a shaky sigh at that, jaw starting to clench at the increasing pressure without ever feeling any release. “Good boy. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You smirked at the way your words went straight to his dick, the subtle twitch it gave made you think of more sweetly muttered praises to give him. He didn’t respond to your question, which was fine, as it was more of a rhetorical one. Instead, he kept focusing, kept bringing himself closer to that edge—only to be pulled back by you each time he was about to take the leap.

“Can I—”

“No. Speed up for me.”

“Pleas—”

“No. Faster.”

“I need t—”

“You don’t need a thing, love. Go faster.”

You truly wondered whether you’d get him to release one of those whines he usually tried to hide. Never before had you gotten the privilege of hearing them. Then again, you hadn’t seen him so dishevelled, so scattered, so broken before, either.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” you cooed, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear. He choked out a gasp. The tip of his dick had turned a painful shade of red over time, and you knew you’d have to let him go soon. You didn’t want him to actually hurt himself. “Just a bit longer for me, yeah?”

Giyu shook his head no, slowly at first, and quickly after a few seconds. “I can’t,” he gasped, words slurred and slowly morphing into incoherent babbles. “”M Can’t—Please, j—Ngh.”

“Shh, yes you can, baby, I know you can.” You whispered, catching the lone tear that fell from his eye. “Just a little more.”

What a sight for sore eyes. You cherished it wholly, forever keeping it in your mind. Giyu, your Giyu, so needy, so sensitive, and so desperate for a release, that he’d shed a tear for it—for you.

Hell, he was so beautiful, so gorgeous when he laid in your arms like that.

And he’d listened to you so well. Slowed down when you told him to, quickened the pace when you said so, never cumming once you forbade it—no matter how badly he wanted to, needed to. He’d been so good. Surely, he was due for a reward.

You pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone, and then lifted your chin from your previous resting spot on his shoulder. One of your hands reached forward, going between his legs and fondling with his balls—you thoroughly relished in the sound it evoked from him. The whimper you were waiting for finally escaped.

Giyu clawed at your wrist with his free hand, trying to push it away as you stimulated the previously neglected part of his body. “No,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “Please, d—’m gonna cum if y—can’t….”

“It’s okay,” you told him, applying the slightest bit of pressure on him, tightening your fingers together the smallest bit. The supple flesh lay in the palm of your hand, knowing that, as soon as you reached for his balls—Giyu was absolutely done for. “It’s okay. You’ve done well, love, you’ve done so well.”

“Can I—C—” He gasped as you squeezed again, the hand he previously used to try and push your wrist away now fell down to the mattress as his energy started to fade. “Please—Can I…”

“Go ahead, baby,” you said, pressing a kiss to his temple.

More words weren’t needed. As soon as you’d told him he could cum, a strangled moan left his lips. His head fell back, resting against your chest, his eyes closed and another tear fell, his chest never stopped with its rapid heaving and his free hand reached for your leg, fingers digging into the skin to find something to hold onto.

You watched as he decorated his own chest with thick, white ropes of cum. A startled hum leaving him as you grabbed his base for the second time that night, one of your hands around his length and the other still playing with his balls—milking as much out of him as you could. His fingers shook when he brought them towards yours once he knew that was all you were going to get, and he gently pushed your hand aside.

“‘S sensitive,” he mumbled, a deep sigh leaving his lips. Giyu closed his eyes, allowing himself to be held by you. “Thank you.”

You hummed in amusement, placing your cheek against the side of his head and slightly squeezing his fatigued form in your arms. Carefully, as to not startle him, you allowed one of your fingers to reach forward and scoop up some of his release on his stomach.

As soon as you did so, you felt Giyu stiffen—his eyes snapping open and stuck to your pretty face as he watched your lips wrapping around the digit, licking the taste of him off it.

“I love you,” he mumbled, enthralled at the way your tongue swept the cum off your finger.

The words left him before he realised, but he didn’t care much at the moment. He meant them, and that was all that mattered.

You smiled at him. “I love you, too,” you answered, nudging his nose with yours. The kiss you pressed to his lips left him breathless again, never wanting to forget the way your mouths moulded perfectly together. You stayed close to him when you pulled back, lips still hovering over each other’s. “Now, let’s make you cum, yeah?”

He froze in your hold. “But I—I just…”

You caressed his cheekbone with your thumb, all but lost in the way his eyes filled with fear, excitement, lust, and a hint of longing. “You wanted me to make you cum, no?” You asked, very well knowing his previous words weren’t meant to be applied in such a situation. “You made yourself cum just now. I didn’t do much.”

“W—Well, yes, but I…”

“Let’s see how many I can pull out of you, then.”

Giyu swallowed. The next time, he’d make sure to ask you before cumming, and he’d definitely make sure to use proper wording for it.

…Or maybe not, he may just conveniently “forget” to do it again in the future.

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