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ziminy · 4 months ago

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Deep in the water

Where mermaid gojo falls for a human

Tags: smut, mdni, dark themed (kinda) , f!reader, merman!Gojo, handjob, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, creampie, nipple sucking, lots of kisses, inexperienced Gojo (he learns real fast), obsession (a bit too much if you ask me), size difference, marking, biting,

Author's note: I've been thinking about merman Gojo for months, I swear he fits the description perfectly.

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After months of saving money, you finally got on a ship, ready to see the other side of the world. You couldn't help but feel excited.

The sea breeze, the big shiny sun on the sky, the port full of people. Everything looked so lively, it made you smile.

Your day so far was going smoothly, and you had a feeling that so will be this trip.

Sure, it was all good at the start. Leaving the port, the people cheering in the background as you were getting further and further from the land.

Everyone on the ship was so nice, you even managed to make a few a acquaintances.

You also saw some dolphins, and something that seemed like a really big fish, but you can't really say what kind since it was in the water and you couldn't really see it.

So, the first day was like a dream. But it was the next one that made you feel uneasy.

Since you woke up you felt a pair of eyes on you. You tried to play it off at first, there were a lot of people in there, so it wasn't surprising you felt that way. But it made you feel a little bit paranoid and you couldn't enjoy your time just the way you did yesterday.

And it didn't helped the fact that it started raining.

It was just a few drops at first, not a big deal, it would go away. Or so you thought. Because the weather got worse and soon the rain became a storm.

It didn't helped the fact that it was night, and people were panicking left and right.

Why did you decided to leave the land? How could you be so stupid. Gosh, what will you even do now.

"We're sinking!" someone yelled, making people scream.

Sinking? How? Wasn't a boat made to stay on water? Was it not waterproof? Or were you hit? But by what?

"We're going to die!" someone else screamed. Making people panicking even more.

Children crying left and right, people pushing one another to get to some smaller boats, hoping to get away.

"Women and children first!" someone said, trying to control the crowd somehow.

It was in order at first, people getting on boats in a calm manner.

"We're running out of boats." someone yelled, making the crowd go crazy. Everybody pushing each other left and right.

When did all of this started? You can't help but feel disappointed with yourself. Did you really had to get on a boat? Why did you wanted to see what's on the other side of the sea so bad?

Without even realizing, you were knocked down by rushing people. The last thing you remember was the comfortable silence of the night, after the storm stopped. The sea sounding just like the previous day now, calm, and looking like the event from earlier didn't even happened.

You sighed, finally founding peace, knowing that at least you're going to die stress free.

You close your eyes, inhaling, take a deep breath of the salty scent. You open your eyes to look at the stars for one more time, and when you were about to close them again, a figure appeared before you. A half naked man, white hair and a big grin on his face.

You sighed again, annoyed that you can't even pass away in peace. All you did was to shake your head before you lost your consciousness.

That stranger didn't let you go just yet, his wet cold hands on you, dragging you to him. His face getting closer to yours, he looked at you for a moment before his lips were wrapped around yours, kissing you in hope that it would do something.

You see, he was passing by the port when he saw this ship leaving, going in the same direction he came from.

He was curious, that was the first time this close to the land after all. He had questions and he wanted to know the answers. So, he followed it quietly.

He saw lots of interesting things, the way human socialize, how some tend to hang with people that looks similar to them. Or their relationships with others. Smaller humans tend to stay close to very few people, always sticking to the side of the same person.

He found it interesting.

And when the night came he was even more excited of how things were.

Singing, dancing, everybody laughing and looking like they're having fun. He wants to experience that too.

Imagine his surprise seeing everything changing in a blink of an eyes. The laughter being changed to screams full of fear as everybody were trying to get away as far as possible from the big boat. Some even threw doors or whatever wood platforms they could find.

Not everybody could escape, some throwing themselves in the water, drowning, choosing to freeze to death or sink to the bottom of the ocean that accept their fate.

But when the waters calmed, there was a human who was a lot calmer than the rest who sat on a wooden plank.

So, he decided to approach it. Cautiously swimming towards it, trying his best to not make a sound.

He sat next to it in the the water, looking at it. You didn't said a thing to him, you looked as calm as a few moments ago.

You were different, he had this feeling inside of him that told him that. So, he decided to make his presence felt. He got on the wood surface, looking down at you who was laying down and looking at the sky.

You still didn't said a thing, in fact, you looked annoyed.

Did he came at a bad time? But he really wanted to get to know you.

His heart sink when he saw you closing your eyes, somehow losing the warmth your body had a few moments ago.

But he liked your body. You had this thing that he didn't had, you were hot unlike his cold body. He wanted to know how it was to be this warm.

He had no other choice but to save you, so, he kissed you. Later on dragging you deep in the water, to a place where the normal human being couldn't reach. A cave somewhere far away from the surface, a place where it was dry and full of air for you to breathe.

He had no idea he'll have to do this, so, you'll have no other choice but to lay on the cold stone for the moment. That until he makes this place more comfortable for you.

While you were sleeping, he got everything he could think of, some algae for you to sleep on, some fish for you to eat, and some pretty shiny rocks as a gift. The fish likes it, so you might like it too.

But when you woke up, instead of the calm person he saw before, you were panicked too. Looking at him terrified and trying to get away.

"Wh- where am I?" you said, almost forgetting how to speak.

"I bought you from the ship." he said, half of his body in water, hiding his tail.

"What happened to it?" you said, trying to regain your memories.

"It sinked." he said shortly, but that was more than enough to finally remember what happened. You were calm again, but it didn't lasted for long.

"Where are we?"

"In a cave." obviously, you're not blind. You sighed, trying to think rationally.

"But where exactly?"

"Underwater, not far from the ship." so still in the middle of the ocean. Couldn't he said that from the start.

"How is the weather outside?" that question made him gulp, unsure of how to reply yo you. "Did the storm stopped?"

"No." he lied, trying to keep you in there for a little bit longer.

"I see." you looked at your surroundings and then at him. He was pretty for a guy, like, he was beautiful rather than handsome. That if you only look at his face, because if you lower your gaze to his body, he was very muscular. Broad shoulders, a defined chest, and look at his arms. "Aren't you cold?" you said, finally realizing that he's half naked, and that your clothes are wet.

"Not really?" he never felt cold before, so he haves no idea how that is.

"I had a luggage with me, around this big, it was a dark brown. Did you see it by any chance?" you asked, wanting to change into something that's not wet, but if your thinking about it, there's no way that bag didn't got in the water.

"I'll look for it." he said and got under water, swimming away from there.

There was a big hole the ground , and it had water coming from it. How did it not flood the place, you had no idea, but at least you're safe.

You looked at the place you woke up from, a pile of big green slimy vines, no wander you were feeling weird when you woke up. And next to you was some raw fish. It was too late to throw it in the water and save it, so you have no idea what to do with it.

A lot of time passed by, and that guy didn't came back. Guess you're left all alone there to starve to death.

But when you lost all your hope, he appeared out of nowhere. "I found these." he said and dropped some suitcases on the ground. "There's more." he said and disappeared again.

None of those bags were yours, but there was no harm in looking in them since no one is around. So, you opened one by one and inspect everything that was inside.

So much gold and jewelry, you would make so much money if you sold that. Maybe this trip wasn't that disappointing after all.

"I'm back." he said and left more luggage on the ground.

"None of these are mine." you said after looking at new bags that he brought.

"I'll go look for it again." he said and disappeared again.

It wasn't his fault if he didn't found it. The fact that he got all of these was impressive. So you didn't blamed him for anything since it wasn't his fault to behind with.

But he came back, this time with three more luggages and one of those were yours. And unlike the others, those look completely dried, like they weren't even in water.

You opened all three of them, looking at what the other two contain and trying to decide what you'll keep and what you'll throw away.

"Did I found the right one?" he said, resting his elbows on the rock surface, only having his upper body out the water.

"Mm." you hummed, taking a pearl necklace out of a luggage, you looked in awe at it. Should you sell it or should you keep it? It looks pretty but the money you can make off it.

"You like it?" he asked, being more interested in you than the necklace.

"It looks pretty." that's all he needed to hear before he disappeared again. Coming back much later with a handful of pearls. "Where did you found these?" you said, not believe your eyes.

"I had them." he was so happy with the fact that you liked his gifts.

"You must really like pearls." you said, looking at them and then handing it back to him.

"Not at all." he said, giving them back to you.

"But you have so many." you said, pushing them towards him.

"I find them all the time." this back and forth game was getting on your nerves.

"They're yours, so why are you giving them to me?" he could make some good money with them.

"Because you like them." you blinked a few times. Is he stupid or what? "Take them. Do whatever you want with them." sell them and make a profit. However, you felt too guilty to do that since it was a gift.

"Do you have a box to put them into?" with a big smile on his face, he gets underwater once again, coming back later with a jar.

That could work too, you thought as you put the pearls in it.

The silence was broke by your grumbling stomach, letting everyone know you were hungry. You bite your lip, embarrassed of the situation.

"Is there anything to eat?" he pointed at the fish laying on the ground. "It's raw." he looked confused at you. "You can't eat raw fish." well, he definitely can, but if you can't no worries. He'll get it done for you.

So, he ran to the only person he knew that had a fire. An octopus that a lot of people tend to avoid because of his shady nature.

"Suguru." the white haired merman said when he got into the other fish lair. "Cook this for me." he said, handing the fish to the octopus.

"Why?" the black haired merman said, looking uninterested in what the other man was planning to do.

"You're the only one with a fire underwater." and he haves it for a reason.

"What kind of games are you playing now?" the octopus sighed. "You know what, I don't even want to know. Just give me the fish." he said, grabbing the fish and looking around for something.

"I have a guest." the white haired merman said, following the other, happy to talk about his life.

"And they asked such an odd request?" the white haired merman hummed in response. "What a weirdo."

"She's a human." she? A human? The octopus already seemed annoyed.

"Then she probably haves food on her ship."

"She's underwater."

"A human that can breath underwater? Never seen that before. She probably made a contract with somebody." the octopus was looking for something to talk shit about, not wanting to have anything to do with someone that's not from the ocean.

"She's in that cave, the one that's dry on the inside." he remembers that one. The octopus managed to obtain it by making a contract with a big fish. "Her ship was destroyed by a storm." not his problem.

"Don't you know how humans are? She'll hunt you down the moment she gets the chance." well, the merman doesn't agree with the octopus.

"She's not like the others I've seen before." the black haired man raised an eyebrow, not believing a word that dumbass was saying. "She's calm, she doesn't seem to be afraid of me."

"Anybody can put an act on."

"Her body is warm." it was like he wasn't even listening. "And she smells nice."

"It might be poisonous." the octopus shrugged.

"Just cook that so I can go back. She's waiting for me." the merman didn't looked like he cared what the other man was saying.

"Whatever." the dark haired merman said, rolling his eyes and getting ready to cook the fish. "Here." he said after some time, making Gojo to run from there the moment he got the chance.

"I'm back." the white haired man said when he got back at the cave. "I got food." you walked towards him, lowering yourself to pick the food from his hands.

Your eyes couldn't help but move on the water, it looked like a deep hole, how does he manage to swim in there? "Thank you." you said after a while, trying to brush off that unsettling feeling.

You sat down somewhere further away from the water, too afraid of falling in there.

You ate quietly, taking small bites of the unseasoned food. It was tasteless, who ever cooked that had no skills. But it was better than nothing, surviving was your main goal after all.

Your gaze kept moving from your food to the entrance of the cave, still having questions about how you got there, but not daring to say a word.

"How's the food?" the merman asked, all a smile as he looked at the way you chewed your food.

"It's alright." you can't really complain when you knew your circumstances.

It went quiet after that, no one dared to say a word. You couldn't speak with your mouth full and he didn't said a thing because he enjoyed watching you.

"I never asked for your name." you said after a while, wanting to thank this stranger for helping you.

"Gojo Satoru." he said, his voice making something tingle in your head. Every time he opened his mouth you felt like that.

"I'm Y/N." he kept repeating your name in his head over and over again, too mesmerized by it. "Thank you for saving me. I have no idea what I would have done without you." you should be more careful with your words, really, because his eyes started twitching, his pupils becoming bigger, like a predator who was about to jump on his prey. You made his mouth dry, and he didn't know what to do. There was this urge inside of him to bite you, pin you down and show you his way of doing things. But if you wanted to show him how humans does it, he won't say no.

Before you say anything more unimportant, he wants you to see the real him. Would you still be greatful if you knew what he was?

"Have you ever heard of underwater people?" he asked, his questions completely out of subject.

"Like mermaids?" he nodded. "I've heard stories about them."

"Have you seen one in real life?" you shook your head. "What do you think they look like?"

"I heard they're really beautiful." was he beautiful then? "And they have a really good voice." he doesn't know what to say about that, he knows too many annoying mermaids to say that he agrees with you. "I heard that you can die if you hear them sing."

"They're voice can hypnotize people, it doesn't kill." he corrected you.

"Well, I'm not really an expert. So I don't know." guess you're right, he shouldn't jump to conclusions just yet.

"How do you feel about them? Do you want to meet one?" what's with all these weird questions? Was he planning on scamming you? You can't help but feel suspicious.

"I mean, if I get the chance. I doubt I'll ever meet one tho." he can't help but laugh at your words. If you only knew.

"Are you scared of them?"

"A creature so beautiful that can hypnotize you? Who wouldn't?" he bite his lip, already knowing that he screw up. "But that's their beauty." he looked at you, hoping that you'll say more. "It's normal to feel scared of what you don't know." his eyes were full of fireworks. So, in conclusion, if he does reveal himself to you, you'd be afraid but it was normal.

It's normal to be afraid of the unknown, he kept repeating those words in his head.

He placed his palms on the ground, helping himself to get his body out of water. Now sitting at the edge of the cave entrance, his white tail on display for you to see.

You looked terrified at first, then shocked, and then you looked confused. Your eyes kept moving from his face to his body, his tail, and any other details that he haves that would give him away that he's not human.

"What are you?" your expression didn't showed any signs of happiness, and your voice full of anxiety, concerned for what happened to him.

In response, he moved his tail up and down, making your eyes move with it.

"Are you sacred of me?" he said while moving half of his tail back in the water, hiding it from your eyes.

"Why did you bring me here?" you ignored his question, trying to find an answer for your situation first. You have to know his motives before you can respond to him.

"You were dying."

"Would you still have helped if it was someone else in my situation?" he nodded, making you sigh. "Then I trust you. As long as you don't plan on harming me I don't see a reason to be scared of you." his heart was beating so fast, he was so scared for a moment.

"I can become a human if you want!" he said, wanting nothing more than you to feel at ease.

"You can do that?" what if you met a mermaid before and you had no idea?

"Yes, I can!" he sounded so enthusiastic to show you that he can look just like you. "Wait here." he jumped in the water, going to the only person who could make his wishes come true. "Suguru, Suguru."

"Why are you here again?" the octopus sounded annoyed.

"Make me a human." the black haired man looked like he saw a ghost.

"What? A what?"

"I want legs."

"For what?"

"I promised her that I can transform into a human." what a foolish man. "Give me legs for a day."

"It would cost you."

"You're really going to ask me to pay you? Me? Your friend?" the octopus rolled his eyes.

"You'll have to get something from her, and it haves to be personal."

"Like what?"

"Figure it out." guess the merman haves no choice but to ask you for something. Maybe he can ask for a pearl since you liked them so much?

"I'm back." he said, hopping out the water. You nodded, looking at him and then at his tail. You can't get used to this.

He got a contract in his hands, looking at it for a moment and then at you. "What's that?" you asked, looking at the golden paper.

"I'll become a human with this." he said and sign it, his body started glowing and soon all the features that made him look different from you disappeared. He even had legs legs now.

You looked at him in shock, it was that easy to become human?

You kept studying him. How can he look like this? How did everything disappeared so easily, so fast?

He tried to get up on his feet, but almost lost his balance, that made you to jump up and catch him, a hand wrapped around his arm to keep him in place. "I never had legs before." no wander he was so wobbly.

His tail made him look big, but now that he's standing next to you he's even taller than you thought he'd be.

You looked up at his face, then lower and lower, trying to see what else changed on his body. And oh god, what did you just see. You had no idea mermaids had dicks, and he was bigger than anything you saw before.

You didn't mean to stare, truly, you also didn't mean to have your mouth open, your jaw almost touching the floor. Damn, this took you by surprise.

"Do you have any clothes?" he shook his head. He had no idea what even was that.

Guess you'll have to try and ignore it. And man, it was hard. It made you feel guilty, he probably had no idea what public decency even means. Try to think of something else, shift the conversation to something that doesn't have to do with his body.

"Can you breathe underwater?" you don't even know why you asked that, it was pretty obviously. But you can't think of anything better.

"Yes." he said, walking closer to the water. "You can do it too." so there was a secret breathing technique for breathing underwater? When your going home you can sell this and make big money.

"How?" you sounded so enthusiastic, he can't help but laugh.

"I'll show you." he got his face closer to yours, closing his eyes and leaning in. It made you jolt from there, letting go of his hand and jump a few steps back. He looked surprised at you.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your heart beating way too fast. Both of you looked so surprised at each other's actions.

"Don't you want to breathe underwater?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we have to kiss."

"How else will you do it if not this way?" he didn't understand your reaction. "We already did it when I found you on the surface. That's why you can understand what I'm saying." he said, all nonchalant like it was a normal thing.

"Huh?"

"If you kiss me again you'll be able to breathe underwater, maybe even swim faster too." should you believe his words? I mean, he didn't looked like he was lying. Perhaps the fact that he wasn't human made you doubt his words, but you would have been skeptical either way, so.

Should you trust him? He helped you all day without asking for anything in return, he looked so happy to fulfill any of your requests. And this made you feel guilty, the fact that he did nothing but good and you're still doubting him.

"Alright." you nodded, getting on your tip toes, your lips touching his for a moment before you take a step back. "Can I test it out now?" you took him by surprise, and he couldn't understand this feeling inside of him that made his body stop.

You looked at him, and that made the fire inside of him grow even bigger. Your big eyes, and soft lips, how you're so much smaller than him. He was feeling like when he's hunting for food, he knew that he could fool you just the way he wanted. And perhaps, it was in his nature to play with the food before devouring it.

"You'll have to wait until I get my tail back." can't he popped it out whenever he wants it? "Tomorrow I'll take you out."

"Then, where will you stay tonight?" if he can bearly stay on his feet, can he even swim?

"Here." it was so pathetic the way you believed him so easily. How you thought nothing about it when he said that he'll sleep next to you. You said nothing even when he wrapped his hands around you, trapping you in place with no way of getting away from him.

It was a few hours after the sun went down when you woke up. You sat up, looking around and trying to remember where you were. Ah, how could you forget that you were stuck in the middle of the ocean.

"What are you doing?" he opened his eyes, looking at you, his voice a little deeper than usually.

"Nothing." you said shifting a little around and trying to get in a better position to sleep.

"Mm." he groaned at the way you kept moving around, the way your body was right into his, the friction was a little too good.

You looked down at him, your eyes moving lower on their own, trailing down his glowing skin until you got see his hard happy little friend.

You didn't mean to gasp, truly, but you couldn't help it when his cock was hard against your leg, pulsating and moving it from time to time.

"What?" he was confused.

"Nothing." try to not pay attention. If he says nothing then so should you.

"What is it?" he wouldn't let it go. He wanted to know what made you react that way.

"No, no, it's nothing. I'll go back to sleep." you layed down, your head on his arm as your back faced him.

He dragged his body closer to yours, his hard cock right into you, making you jolt at the sensation.

"You wouldn't react like that for nothing." he looked at the back of your head, trying to understand what was going on in there.

You turn your head for a moment, looking at him with big pleading eyes before you could feel his dick twitch.

Was he not feeling that? Can he ignore it just like that? Was it because he's a merman? You had so many questions.

He wrapped his free hand around you, moving closer to you, a little sigh escaping from his mouth when he pressed his body against yours. He couldn't help when you felt this hot.

You bite your lip, trying not to look like a pervert. He was playing with your morality and it made you feel so guilty.

If he had nothing to complain about, why do you keep thinking about it.

Humans, huh? Always so dirty minded. Or perhaps the fact that mermaids reproduce different was the problem. And now you can't help but wander how it's for his kind.

Do they transform into their human form to make it happen? Or do they do it the fish way? Can he get pregnant? Can you get him pregnant? Oh god, how do you make that happen?

"You're so warm." he said in your ear, feeling the way your body heats up. His hand traveling on what little skin you have exposed, wanting to feel you better. But there was a place where it was warm even with your clothes on. "Especially here." his hand went in between your legs, trying to feel that hotness your body radiates.

Maybe both of your species were getting intimate the same way? No wander there were so many stories about men jumping off their ships to be with a mermaid. Now it wasn't surprising that you were feeling all horny for him, it was normal. His kind was known for being promiscuous.

You sat up, looking down at him who didn't dared to move an inch, his hand still in between your thighs.

"You win." why trying to fight the urges? He'll make you feel more miserable in the end.

"Hm?" have he done something to make you feel like this was a competition? He doesn't really get your words.

Perhaps he understood it after you moved his hands away, pushing him on his back and getting in between his legs. It didn't took a genius to understand what's going on.

He didn't tried to stop you. If that's what you wanted to do, then go ahead. He enjoyed how you felt on him.

Your hand wrapped around his dick, moving it up and down slowly. He couldn't help but let his head back, falling it on the ground because of this new feeling. Was this why you were so embarrassed before? Because you knew about the pleasure he could get from you?

Pretty moans filling the cave, his voice was hypnotizing, making you want to hear more. No wander you felt seduced from the first time you saw him.

Your hand movement went faster, making one of his hands go to your shoulder, nails sinking into your skin. You'll make a mess out of him before he'll do that to you.

You can torment him even more, and so you did, getting just the tip in your mouth, his cock being welcomed with your hot wet tongue. The moan he let out, lounder than any other.

He's going crazy, the way you suck him in, your mouth hotter than anything he felt before. He couldn't help but thrust his pelvis forward, meeting your mouth halfway through. His hands went to your head, grabbing a handful of your hair and shoving you downwards.

He could feel something deep inside of him, it made him desperate for it. If this is the end of him, he won't regret shit. In fact, he can't help but want to release that faster, even if sucks the soul out of him.

With a few more thrusts, he pushed his cock all the way inside your mouth, cumming down your throat.

He let go of your hair, falling on his back trying to catch his breath. He had no idea what was that but damn, he could do it again.

When he thought it was over, he moved his gaze on you who were taking off your clothes. His eyes fixed on you as you got yourself exposed for him.

You got on top of him, lowering yourself while holding his cock with one of your hands. So there is more to come. He wants to help you, is there anything he can do?

He looked at you, at the way you had your brows furrowed and eyes fixed on his lower half. You tried to get him inside of you, but it didn't seemed to fit. He could feel something even hotter from between your legs, touching the tip of his cock but no matter how hard you try to push him in, it didn't seemed to cooperate.

Do you plan on giving up? Was this the end of it? Skipping on what could be the hottest sex in your life with a merman because he was too big to fit inside? You bite your lip in frustration trying to think of something.

"Give me your hand." you said, sitting in front of him as you took one of his hands in yours

He gave you his hand so happily, trying to anticipate your next move.

What he didn't expect was your warm pussy, the source of that hot feeling from between your legs.

With his hand in yours, you moved it between your folds, spreading your wet juices around. So you could feel even better than your mouth? He doesn't think he can let go of you now.

Moving his hand away for a moment, you shoved two fingers inside of you, moving it in and out of you, making some quiet sounds that reached his ears right away. He wants to do that too, it looks too fun to let him out of it.

Getting your hand to the side, he placed his own back on your pussy, trying to get two of his fingers inside your wet hole.

It sucked him in so easily, and oh, it feels better than he anticipated. His eyes never leaving your pussy as he kept moving his hand. Faster and faster, he didn't spared you a single moment, too lost in how you felt around him.

"Not so hard." you sighed, a hand over his as you tried to guide him. You had this expression on your face that he couldn't understand it. You didn't looked in pain, you didn't looked happy or sad either. So what was it?

"How do you feel?" he wanted to understand you, your emotions and expressions. Everything that could be described as you, or yours.

"It's good." but it didn't looked that way. "Kiss me." but you could breathe underwater now?

A hand went behind his head, dragging him closer to you, smashing your lips against his. And the other went between your legs, on your clit, circling it.

He moved your hand away, pressing his palm against your clit and trying to follow your actions. Maybe he'll understand you better if he does the same things as you.

Oh boy, the way you were squeezing his fingers got him losing his mind.

He really can't get enough of you, and it wasn't surprising by how he was overstimulating you, keeping his hand moving even after you came. He was focusing on your moans, on how your body reacts and how he wants to sink into you even deeper.

"Satoru." you moaned his name so deliciously, now he gets why you wanted to kiss him. It was a way to devour each other, being able to keep going and feel the others presence for much more longer.

You placed your hand on his, moving it away from you as you pushed him back. Holding into his shoulders, you got back into his lap, finally being able to fit him in.

This got him holding his breath. Wrapping his arms around you, dragging you in his arms, having your chest pressed against his and waiting for you to sink your hips into his, to get more of him inside.

Just as much as it got his mind blank, it also woke up the predatory side of his, wanting to bite you, eat you alive and leave nothing out of you. He wanted nothing more but to have you as part of him, playing with you even after you become lifeless.

His head got closer to your shoulder, opening his mouth and biting into it, softly, just to see how you'll react. He doesn't dare to give into his instincts just yet, or at least not a lot.

He doesn't want to hold himself back, and he wants you to do the same. If you plan on hunting him down, do it. He can't wait to see who's the more powerful one between you two.

You moved yourself up and down, slowly, raising your hips and letting them down. You kept doing the same thing over and over again, your arms wrapped around him, to hold him close, just the way he was holding you.

He kept biting you, sucking on your skin and going with his hands lower on your body until he moved them on your ass.

He wanted to do something too, help you move with ease and show him more of this foreign feeling. And so he did, grabbing your butt and moving you up and down.

Your moans so sweet. He looked up at you between his eyes lashes like you were his last meal.

"Satoru, Satoru." you kept saying his name, it only made him bite you harder than before, making you moan even harder.

You were squeezing him again. Are you doing it intentionally? Because fuck, keep going.

Resting your head against his, you wrapped your hands around his neck, cumming on him and making him moan before he followed your lead, filling you up to the brim with his cum.

"You can stop your magic now." he was still inside of you, enjoying the warmth of your body. He was too much for you, you were still horny and you fear this might be taking the whole night.

"Hm?" he had no idea what you were talking about.

"You're so pretty." you looked right into his eyes, kissing his forehead and then his lips. "I don't know how much longer I can last, so stop playing with me." he moved his hands on your body before kissing your neck. You had a sweet scent and he's afraid you might attract others. All merfolks looked good, so he's afraid you might find someone else attractive and leave him.

"I'm not doing anything." he said, looking up at you, blue eyes just like the ocean following you. You moved your hips again, slow, taking a break every time you raised your hips.

"Lies." he shook his head. "I wanted to feel you from the moment I first saw you." human greed might be the same as his. Just the way you were craving for his body, so was him.

"I'm not doing anything, really." he said, moving his lips on your chest, getting one of your nipples inside his mouth and sucking on it slightly before biting it. You looked like you liked it, so he'll continue to do it. "But if it helps, I want you too." he said, moving his mouth on your shoulder before sinking his teeth in it.

What does he mean? Was he not doing magic on you? Why were you feeling like this then?

You moved your body away from his for a moment, making him look desperate at you. He wanted to leave more marks, his scent on you, to let everyone know about his presence.

"You're not doing anything?" he shook his head. So you're the one who started all this? It wasn't his pheromones? He didn't put you under a spell that made you crave for his body?

He looked at you, his hands moved on your hips, dragging you back on his cock and making you gasp when he hit that deep spot a bit too hard.

You were so confident a moment ago, and now you wanted to back down?

"You can pretend that I am, if it makes you feel better." he said, moving his hips into you. "I won't do a thing." not unless you make him to.

He'd happily make you dumb for him, but it was so much fun when you were the one starting everything. He won't experience this if he plays with your mind. But there are other ways to make you want him. Just the way small fish stick together to their own kind, he'll make you feel like everything was danger besides him, he'll make you run from everything unfamiliar.

"No, it's-" your protest won't work on him.

"If that's what you want to believe then go ahead." he dragged you back into his arms, your chest pressed against his as he moved his dick inside your warm hole.

You shouldn't have made a move without consulting him first. Now look at this, you're stuck with him. What if he doesn't want to help you go back home anymore? If he even had the intention to do that.

"Then, are you alright with this?" he laughed, making your heart skip a beat.

"Why wouldn't I?" with his hands still on you, he guided you up and down his cock, showing you what he learned so far. He'll mimic your moves, whatever you're doing he's doing.

He loves the human way, it felt much more intimate. Your body right into his, heck, he's even inside you somehow. This was better than what he had in mind, like, so much better that it managed to calm his carnal desire. He wanted to chop you into pieces, he wanted to be under your skin in a way or another. Or even better, if you did that to him he wouldn't complain. But now he can have you next to him, touch you, feel you, and be inside places he never thought of.

You were so warm, he can't get enough of it. On the outside, your skin was burning, and it made him stick more to you, push his body into yours to try to feel you better. And on the inside? He was melting. He never felt something this hot before.

Somehow, this made him want to see how much further he can get inside of you, how much of himself he can push in? He didn't mean to go too far with this, he really didn't, but he realized his mistake only after you feel on your back, off him.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his senses getting back to him a little. He still can't believe he lost control of himself for a moment.

"Yeah." you said, looking up at him.

"Let me help you get up." you shook your head.

"Come here. We can do it this way." you could do it in other positions? Now he wanted to test his creativity.

He looked down at your body, observing it from a different angle.

He got closer to you, trapping you between him and the ground. He positioned himself on top of you, getting inside your pussy, slowly. He haven't even been out of you for long and yet he's acting like he haven't touched you in years.

He's surprised how much easier he can move now, it gave him much more control over you. You can't move without his approval, and he can't help but feel exited.

He was nothing but a whore, getting pussy drunk from this little. He was about to forget his own name, and he would happily do that if he could be inside you forever.

"I love you." or more like, he loves your body. But his confession went to deaf ears, you acted like you didn't heard him. "Y/N." you chose to ignore him. "I love your body." he looked right into your eyes, and honestly, you can feel whatever witchcraft he's doing. His magic worked on you, and you're afraid to admit you don't have much willpower to object.

A hand placed next to your head, while the other went to your hips, dragging your body up so he could move more freely, to get even deeper than he already is.

He was smart, and as much as you don't want to think about it, you might not be able to fool him. He had a brain and he was using it, he was working way to fast, understanding you and how your body works.

He could smell the fear off you, and it was much more sweeter than your pleasure. It made his mouth water, it made his pupils bigger, his eyes fixed on you like was about to eat you. Kill you and store you somewhere even deeper than a underwater cave.

"Touch yourself." you looked surprised at him. He knew how to talk like that? Since when? "Right here, where you did it last time." he was talking about your clit. "You looked like you were enjoying it, so do it. Touch yourself until you can't do it anymore." he had no shame, or perhaps he didn't even knew what that even means.

You gulped, a hand traveling between your legs, doing circles on your clit and waiting for him to say something else. But he had nothing more to say, you knew your body the best. He wanted to know more too, fuck, he'd go and do another contract just to be able to know you better than you knew yourself. He'd sign a hundred more contracts to be able to read your mind.

"Tell me where you like it." he said, wanting to see you break. There had to be a limit to this please, and he wants to see you crumble. "And how." he sounded out of breath. "How should I touch you?" fucking mermaids, fuck him and his beautiful face, he was so perfect that it annoys you. His voice, seducing you every time he opens his mouth to let words out of it, his body that seemed to crave for your touch. Reacting to everything you say and do, learning everything your body likes. "Come on, tell me." he begged. "I want to please you." man, what did you just said. He's making you forget about your morals.

You bite your lip, looking at him with pleading eyes. He had no idea how to react to you, everything you do is so new to him. He's so hesitant, and he hates it. He wants to do everything right, he wants to do you right. How does he know you like it if you're not telling him?

You took his hand in yours and placed it somewhere on your body, somewhere where you wanted to feel his touch. "Touch me how you want, I'm not picky." that was the problem. He wanted you to be more precisely, he wanted you to ask some very specific requests. Don't let him guess, because if it's after him, he wants to skin you alive so he could wear you. How else would he know if he's not in your shoes.

"How is it here?" he stopped his movement, too focused on trying to figure out your body. He likes all of you, from head to toes. "And here?" he moved his hands somewhere else. "Here?" he was talking too much, he was doing the most and yet nothing at the same time.

You moved a hand behind his head, dragging him down and smacking your lips against his. "You're thinking way too much. Stop it." but he still had questions.

Whatever, he haves more than enough time to find out.

Kissing you, he started to move his hips again. This time, he was less careful. He pushed all of him in, and with each movement, the force he was using increased, and so was the speed. The thrusts that were slow and soft at first now being changed to this animalistic like movement. His tongue in your mouth, fishing for yours while his hands were groping and touching everything he could. Your breasts, your arms, hips and anything that was on your body.

Your sounds, he wanted them. He wanted to eat your voice, if he could even do that. His heart was beating so fast and he knew he couldn't do anything until he fills you up with his cum.

The cave was filled with wet souds, and if he could, he would let every single creature in the ocean know about you two. How he makes you feel, the way you roll your eyes and how your body reacts to his.

Your insides are squeezing him again. Do you like it? Because he can't figure it out and it's infuriating him.

"Wait, wait." you didn't looked like you wanted him to stop though. You had your eyes closed, mouth half open, and the cutest expression on your face.

His mouth moved to your shoulder again, wanting to bite you to keep himself in place before he does something he'll regret.

You were trembling, your legs closing around him. "Fuuck." you cursed under your breath. Biting your lips, you let out a muffled moan, cumming a lot harder than before, making him cum right after you too because of the way you were hugging his cock so tight. "No more." your chest was moving up and down, and it was hypnotizing him. "Really, I can't take it anymore."

He doesn't think he could too. Anything more and he feels like his body would give up on himself.

But it was more than enough for that night, perhaps, he'll go and make another contract tomorrow and ask for some legs again.

And now that he thinks about it, he did what it said in the contract. He got something of yours, your body. So, now he can sleep reassured.

The next day, you woke up a lot lately than you usually do. But you can't really figure out what time it was since you haven't seen the sun in a long time.

"You're awake?" someone got inside the cave after a while. Oh, you almost forgot about him.

"Yeah." he looks like a merman again.

"I got you food." that same bland fish. But it was better than nothing.

"Thank you." you said, taking the fish and trying to finish it as soon as possible to get over with it. He looked at you, tail swinging left and right and a big dumb smile on his face. Next time he gets legs again, he'd like to fuck your mouth again. This time he knows what to do so don't think you'll be able to rest for a bit.

"I saw some pretty clothes." he said, suddenly remembering of some suitcases he found. "I want to see them on you." he didn't want to let other people see you naked, so, he might as well dress you with the most beautiful things he finds.

"Sure?" that was all he needed before he disappeared, coming back later with some dry looking suitcases.

"How are they so dry?" you looked at the clothes. It was like they don't got wet in water.

"I put them in bubbles." he said, making a small bubble appear on his palm. "I take up the water to dry and then put them in bubbles so they stay that way." how could you forget he wasn't even human.

"I see." what else could you say?

"Try them on."

"Now?" he nodded. All you did was to sigh, looking at him for a moment and how he didn't plan on getting out the cave so you could change, or at least turn around.

He had a tail now, he couldn't do anything at the moment. So, you took your clothes off, making him look with the same old predatory eyes on you. He should have went to get another contract before he came back, he wants his legs now.

He stood at the entrance of the cave, half of his body in water and the rest on the ground, looking at every single move you made. "Turn around." he said, making you do a spin. "Walk a little." he wanted to parade you, put you in a bubble and show everybody how beautiful you were. In his eyes, you were like one of those pretty gems, and he knows others would think the same, because of course they do. They weren't any different from him.

"What do you think?" you asked after you tried everything on.

"I'll get more clothes for you." he was ready to go back and look for something new.

"No, no, it's alright. Come here." you stopped him, making him jump out of water and crawl next to you. "I feel tired. Stay here for a little longer." he sat down, waiting for you to get in his arms and get some rest.

He loves studying you, you were so fascinating in his eyes.

You're careful with your moves, even when you touch him. Your hands were so much smaller and yet it would always managed to leave such marks on him. He can't help but want more.

He wants his legs back, but that dumb octopus won't give it to him. Saying that he's too busy to make a contract and trying to find all kind of excuse to not give Gojo what he wants.

You look so cute, looking at him with big doe eyes, eyelashes moving prettily. It's like you're begging for him. He wanted to give you all of him, but he couldn't when he didn't had what you needed. Stupid tail, stupid dick. He's stuck with only cuddling because of this.

"I've been thinking about it." he said one time after he got you food.

"Hm? Did something happen?" he had a serious expression on his face, and it made you put questions.

"I don't know when I'll get my legs back." what a weird sentence, it didn't made sense but at the same time, it does. You never thought you'll hear something this stupid, and yet, you fully believe him.

"It's alright. I don't see a problem with you being a mermaid." but he does. He's so close yet so far. This fire inside of him was eating him, his desire for you was way bigger than any morals he might had. How can he become one with you again if he's not human? How can he calm his cravings if he's not deep inside your warm pussy?

"What if you become one too?" he said without even thinking.

"What?" you looked surprised at him. He wasn't lying was he?

"I rather be human, but you can become a merfolk too. I can show you so many places. You could even leave this boring cave and find a way cooler one." right, how didn't he thought of that. He'll get a few contracts before leaving, and then search for a pretty beach where you could satisfy your desires. He already can see it, under the stars, your bodies pressed against one another and kissing each other like there's no tomorrow. The places you two could do it.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah! Absolutely! I know a guy who can do it. I'll go talk to him and I'll be right back." he jumped in the water and gone he was. "Suguru, Suguru." the octopus was already sighing. "Do something for me."

"No."

"Come on. Just hear me out." the dark haired merfolk shook his head, already being done with the merman.

"What do you want."

"You can make me a human, right?"

"I can give you the illusion that you're a human, but yes, I guess." the octopus already knows what Gojo was going to say. "I'll give you legs if you leave me alone."

"I mean, sure. But I'm here to ask you to make Y/N a mermaid." the octopus froze in place. A human? Becoming what? A human? One of those monkeys on the surface becoming what?

"No." like heck he'll do it.

"Come on. She said that she'll find a cave with me where we can live until we die." humans are so deceiving. Can you believe that such a weak creature managed to capture this dumbass attention?

"Alright. I'll see how you're stupid human is before I decided on doing something." and that's how you woke up with Gojo and another merman in the cave.

"This is Y/N." the white haired merman said, presenting you to the one who didn't wanted to get out the water. "And this is Suguru, he's the one that gave me legs."

"I thought that you can just do it, like blinking." you said, but all you got in response was Satoru's laugh.

"I wish." he had a smile on his face. "Anyway, can you give her a tail?"

"Hmm." the octopus said, still not convinced. You had a pretty face, he doesn't know about your intentions or what you might have in your head. "What do you think about him?" the dark haired man said, pointing his finger at the merman who was next to him, tail in the water and moving it left and right.

"He's good." you didn't elaborate anything more.

"He's different from you." the octopus said, making you nod. "He could kill you whenever he wants." you nodded again. "He could do it right here right now, and no one would know about it."

"Suguru." the white haired merman said, his happy face now serious.

"I know." you were well aware of it.

"Aren't you afraid of him?" you didn't said a thing.

"It's normal to be afraid of what you don't know." Gojo said, repeating the same words you told him.

"I mean, is there anything not to be afraid of?" you sighed. "He's beautiful, like, truly. I never seen anything like this before so it's a bit scary. Is he even real?" you started talking, making the merman to smile again. "I'm afraid of my own kind, sometimes I get scared of my own shadow." the white haired merman jumped out of water, coming next to you. "Even you're a bit scary, if I'm being honest."

"He's always like that. That's why no one talks to him." Gojo said, dragging you in his arms and rubbing his head against your hair.

"What about now?" the octopus said, placing his hands on the ground, pushing himself up so he could sit down on the cold rock. "Am I just a bit scary?" he would have lied if he said he didn't expected you to act cool, put a act on and try to look brave. But no, instead you looked terrified at his tentacles. "Hah." he puffed, already knowing that he was asking too much from you.

"It's normal to be scared, that's the circle of life." Gojo came to your defense. "She looked even more scared when she saw my tail." he said it like it was something to be proud of.

"How?" you couldn't understand them. It was truly strange. It didn't made any sense to you, no matter how much you tried to think about it. "What happened when someone touches your.. Um.." you pointed at the octopus tentacles.

"Want to find out?" you shook your head. "Thought so." you're just like he imagined. Weak and pathetic. "I could figure something out for you."

"Really?" the white haired merman said, happy with the news. "Give her a tail like mine, we'll match."

"That doesn't rely on me." what a disappointment. "If you want to do a contract with me, you'll have to pay a price."

"I'll do it." Gojo said, willing to do it on your behalf.

"That's not how it works. She's the one doing the contract, she'll have to do it." the octopus said, moving his eyes from the merman to you. "I'll give you a tail in exchange for something."

"I don't have money." you replied instantly.

"Humans, so materialistic." he was talking like he wasn't getting fishes bankrupt left and right. "You'll have to find a merman to spend the rest of your life with." Gojo didn't looked happy at those words. "He needs to have white hair and blue eyes." wait a moment, was he actually helping? "And a white tail too." the octopus said, looking at the merman and trying to find stuff that described him. "His name haves to start with a G and a S." can he get more specific than this? "It haves to have the letters, a, o, u. Lemme think." he paused for a moment. "T too, and a r. Oh and a j."

"Where will I find someone like that?" you asked, not thinking too much about that ridiculous request.

"I wander so too." Gojo was blinking prettily, all a smile and already thinking of where to get out for the first time. So many places to see, so little time. "Anyway, I'll get the contract ready by tomorrow." the octopus jumped back in the water. "Here." he threw something to the merman. "Do whatever you want with it." and with that, he left.

"What's this?" you looked at the golden paper. All he did was to kiss you before he sign it, suddenly starting glowing and then having his legs back.

He wasted no time, jumping on you, kissing you while his hands went under your clothes.

"I've been dying to do this." he said, pausing in place to look at you taking your shirt off. He's going to make it up for all the time he had to only look at you. And it was showing because he tried to get inside of you right away. "Why does it not fit?" you did it last time. He doesn't understand why it doesn't work now.

"I'm not ready yet." so there's a certain time he haves to do it? Damn, he missed his chance. "Kiss me more." he can at least do that.

His kisses were much softer now, knowing that he can't do anything, he should at least enjoy the way you felt on him.

You took his hand in yours, going back between your legs and showing him how much wetter it got. And that got him an idea.

Getting his face away from yours, he pushed you down, getting between your legs. You're so sweet, he could never get enough of your scent. It was intoxicating, and he got even more drunk for you the moment he tasted your juices.

He moaned, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed, tasting more of you. Why didn't you told him that he could do this? How could you hide this from him.

He wrapped his hands around your thighs, dragging you closer to him, pushing his face harder into you. He took a deep breath before taking a long lick of your juices, another moan escaping his mouth.

He was sucking on your clit, and then cleaning any excess juices that got out of you. Liking and sucking, he kept doing that again and again.

"Put it in me." you left out a broken whimper.

"Not yet." he haven't had enough of you yet.

"Your fingers. Do it with them." oh right, he can do that. There were so many things that he could do, he lost count of them.

Two of his fingers went inside you, moving them in and out. He didn't forget about your clit, especially when he knows that you like it there.

Your sounds were the best, your voice singing so loud for him. He loves it, truly. And perhaps you liked what he's doing too, because you started squirming around, making him try to hold you in place, and making the fingers inside of you to curl. "Toru." his eyes went wide open, looking up at you crying his name. What did he do to get you like that? Then it hit him, and he curled his fingers again making you let out another cry.

His mouth was watering. There's so many things he doesn't know about you and he wanted to see them all. He got up from between your legs, his hand still moving, giving you all the attention you needed.

"What's that?" he sounded so happy. Big grin on his face and looking down at your face. He kissed your cheek, licking it after. He really was about to eat you alive, and if the psychotic expression he had wasn't obviously, then dunno what else you needed to know that you're in danger. He started biting you, your cheeks, your lips, and even your neck. Perhaps he put too much pressure because he could see your face changing.

He moved his fingers in and out, giving you a break because he started to curl them again, his palm against your clit, rubbing it while moving his hand.

You grabbed his arm, trying to calm your breath. But nothing really worked when he was doing his best to see what new expressions you'll show him.

"Kiss me." he didn't wanted to, but he did it anyway. Smashing his lips against yours, and not really doing much since he was more interested in torturing you.

He kept his face closer to yours, looking down at your pussy who was sucking him in. That idiotic smile still on his face, wanting to add more fingers in you and see how much you can take.

"Come on, do it already. I want you inside of me." he couldn't give a shit about your pleas, he's too focused on his new discovery. "Satoru." you looked at him so cute, but he didn't wanted to entertain you. "Come on, Satoru." it was like he wasn't even listening to you.

You cupped his face with your hands, kissing him and trying to make him move his focus on something else. Your hand went over his, getting his fingers out of you, slowly pushing him down so you could get on top of him.

"I don't want to." he said, somehow coming regaining his composure.

"But I do." he had a serious expression on his face, but that didn't stopped you from getting on his lap, wrapping his hands around you. "I'll do it if you don't."

"I want to do it." but can you trust him when he switches so fast? It was a bit scary, how he loses control over himself.

"I'll do it." you shook your head, a hand on his dick to keep him in place and slowly sinking your hips down to meet his. He let out a sigh, still not over the fact that you stopped him.

You moved up and down, taking your time with the action since no one was rushing you. He looked impatient, but he didn't dared to do a thing. He just kept his arms around you, looking at how you move yourself on him.

He got his face closer to your body, wanting to bite you, but you stopped him. "Don't do a thing. Just stay in place." you took his hands off you. "No touching." why? This was bullshit.

You don't trust him? Fine, he can sit in place. It's not like he can't do it.

So, he stood there, watching you, his eyes moving up and down everytime you moved. One of your hands went lower, between your legs, rubbing your clit softly. He could do that, he can definitely do it. And the fact that you're not letting him makes him feel offended.

You keep gasping, your voice a lot quieter than before. Did you enjoyed it that way? Because he would be more careful next time. But of course he will, he can't be put in time out again. How can he explore your body if he's forbid from doing anything.

Your warm walls are squeezing him again. But he's doing nothing more than watching you, forgetting about himself as he's too absorbed by you. Have anyone else told you that you look beautiful when you cum? Because heck, he could watch you all day.

You're breathing hard, resting your head against his shoulder as you try to come back from your high.

"Can I touch you?" he asked, already raising his hands.

"Sure." he placed his hands on your hips, caressing your skin for a moment before he moved it to your ass, grabbing it and moving you up and down.

Slowly, just the way he saw you doing it. He watched his actions, paying attention to how you're reacting before he increased the speed.

He'll be more mindful from now on, he promises. But now, fuck, you feel good. He would have got lost in the feeling again if he wasn't trying hard to sane.

His lips on yours, trying to take some of his pain away, to take his thoughts away from how hard he wants to fuck you right now.

"Is there something on your mind?" he looked so defeated, you couldn't just sit there and not ask him.

"No, it's alright." lies. You cupped his face again, looking at him before kissing his forehead.

"Come on, tell me." one of your hands went to his hair, playing with it and making him sigh again.

"Let me fuck you." you laughed. "I'm serious. Let me do it." he looks so lost, what will he do if you say no?

"Sure." he raised your hips, holding you in place before he started to fuck himself into you. Moving fast without giving you a moment to spare.

He loved you when you were louder, when it didn't look like you were keeping yout voice from him. He wanted to do stuff to you, for you. So don't leave him hanging, let him do more.

With his face in your shoulder, he sink his teeth into your skin, making you let out a few broken cries.

He kept going, and going, he didn't stopped bullying himself inside you even after you came, and he definitely didn't stopped even after he did it.

"You'll get a pretty tail, right?" he asked some time later, before going to sleep. You were in his arms, ready to fall asleep and wake up tomorrow ready for another day.

"I don't see why not."

"There are so many things you have to see." he rested his head against yours. "I'll show you everything."

"Mm." you murmured something in response before falling asleep, dreaming about being a fish and swimming around in a big blue ocean, the sun above you and surrounded by all kind of marine life.

Author's note: now I'm thinking of octopus Geto. I'm too lazy to write something about it but I'm full of ideas at the same time. What a life.

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ataraxixia · 8 months ago

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hiii can you write abt ratio and sunday w a reader who gets overstimmulated at parties or just hanging out with friends and they get really mean when overstimmulated <3 like how would they help their partner out yk

❦ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. how they help you out when you're overstimulated ❧ tags. Ratio x reader, sunday x reader, fluff, comfort, sfw ❧. a/n. of course, and thank you for your request, love <3 btw i'm not familiar with what it's like to help an overstimulated person so I did some research before writing- I apologize if I wrote something wrong

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎

"By the Aeons, do you people ever shut up?" you spat to a group of young students, meaner than you intended to, but you couldn't really help it at the moment. The hall was full to the brim- packed with endless members of the Intelligentsia Guild. There were just too many- bragging loudly about their scores of their last exams or simply discussing different subjects with no end. Without saying anything to the students, you quickly walked to one of the corners, covering your ears to shut out the noise. You had difficulties focusing, and the discomfort was creeping up your whole body. You tried to calm down, taking deep breaths and imagining being back home in your cozy and quiet living room. Yet, the constant talking, laughing and arguing made it entirely impossible.

You slumped down the wall, sitting down and resting your head between your legs. You groaned as you shut your eyes, not noticing the person standing beside you.

"―? What are you doing?" they asked. "Why do you care?"

"Because I'm your boyfriend, obviously."

You let out a noise of confusion before you lifted your head and looked to the side, seeing your boyfriend, Veritas, leaning on the wall and focused on you. He crouched down beside you and placed his hand on your forehead, a frown appearing on his face. Your face was pale yet your forehead was quite hot.

"Why didn't you say anything earlier? I would've brought you home." he said, removing his hand. Your gaze shifted to the side, your fingers twitching a little. "I didn't find you. There were a lot of people." it was the truth. From the moment your senses became a bit heated, you looked around, walking from venue to venue to find Ratio, yet it seemed like he just disappeared into thin air.

"I was looking for you as well. Figured out you didn't like it here." Ratio held you by the arms and helped you stand up straight, steadying your body with his from falling down. "Let's go home now." You thanked the Aeons as you nodded, and the two of you made your way to the exit.

"Ah, Dr. Ratio!" one of the members shouted. "I wanted to tell you about the integrals of inverse tri-"

"Your integrals of inverse trigonometric functions exam, in which you barely passed with 71%? I'd rather not. Now excuse me, we're making our leave."

Well that shut him up quickly, you thought.

"..." Veritas stayed silent when you were back home. The two of you sat on your shared couch and he massaged your back gently, never pressing anywhere too hard to help you relax. he also made something to drink and some snacks for you, but you simply stayed still as you relished in the massage. It always seemed to calm you down.

"Thanks, I feel better now."

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘

"I'm fine, I already told you!"

The other members of The Family looked at you with wide eyes as you snapped at Sunday. He noticed you behaving rather different today and wanted to make sure you were okay, but after asking if you were feeling well- that was your last straw.

You quickly made your way, left through one of the many halls in Dewlight Pavilion and shut the door behind you vehemently. When you weren't hearing any chatter anymore, you relaxed a tiny bit, yet you couldn't stop fidgeting with your fingers, the voices of The Family lingering in your mind, still.

Being the lover of the head of the oak family was no easy matter by itself. Doubt amongst The Family members and the locals of Penacony occurred overnight and the feeling it left you with wasn't pleasant- not at all. Now, a gathering with all members of The Family, where the majority didn't like you and talked behind your back, was too much. You lost your focus at the very beginning already and the meltdown just now was what you needed to actually leave.

You sat down on one of the many couches that were scattered across the Pavilion and took a deep breath, focusing on you, and you only, your head hanging low. You had noticed the Origami Birds on the railings and thanked them in your mind for not chirping- or making any noise at all, actually.

"I apologize, I didn't mean to make you feel angry."

You recognized your lover's voice and sighed, shaking your head softly as you mumbled, "don't. I was just..."

Sunday sat beside you and draped a blanket over your shoulders. A weighted one, you noticed. He took your hand in his softly as he traced some circles on the back of your hand, the gesture making you actually quite calmer.

You focused on his hands and let relief wash over you with time- it must have been at least 10 minutes since he arrived and yet, he didn't stop, nor did he say anything in the time. You smiled to yourself as you felt your mind becoming clearer, shifting your gaze from your hand to his face.

"Thanks, I... really needed that." you said and he shared your glance, a small smile plastered on his lips again. "Just tell me if you need more time to relax. I'll give you all the time you need."

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kykyonthemoon · 1 year ago

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If it’s not too much, could I ask for the Love and Deepspace boys who accidentally hurt the (if you could gn) reader’s feelings? (They argued and they were wrong but lashed out either way sorta thing?) if not, completely understandable! Tysm!

The Hurts

Loving someone is giving that person the chance to hurt you and trusting that they will never do so.

🌻 Rafayel/Xavier/Zayne x Reader Tags: gn!reader, hurt/ comfort, angst A/N: I can't see our LIs to be the type to lash out at their loved ones, so I modify the request a bit. Thank you for requesting, anon-san. Hope you enjoy this story.

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𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

Loving someone is giving that person the chance to hurt you and trusting that they will never do so.

You had given him so many chances, and what you got in return was being hurt over and over again.

Like sitting on a never-ending roller coaster, that's the feeling when you were with him.

He made you happy, he made you sad. He gave you surprises and he also shattered many of your dreams.

Then, you had enough.

You trudged back home with heavy steps after a difficult mission. Blood drenched your uniform. The blood of Wanderers, and the blood of your comrades. The mission was a complete failure. There were a lot of people injured, and it was completely your fault.

Because you trusted someone who shouldn't have been trusted.

Rafayel was standing on an empty street corner, waiting for you. He knew you would always take the same route home. You were too predictable, that was why he played with you like a toy.

You grit your teeth. You and Rafayel each held one end of the rubber band. But he was always the first to let go.

It hurt, the feeling of being betrayed hurt so much. But you still kept walking. You did not want him to see you miserable like that. You would not give him the opportunity to trample on your feelings and trust anymore.

Rafayel's dark eyes gazed at you. You saw scales sprouting out from his face and neck. That was the day when Lemurians were at their weakest.

Nevertheless, he made the decision to stand here and wait for you to come home. As soon as he had heard the news from his spies, he immediately ran to find you even though he was in his weakest state. You stopped moving when you were just close enough away from him, to look straight into his eyes with full of indignation.

“I will explain everything.” Rafayel spoke up. And he should, but you were sick of it by now.

“That's enough, Rafayel.” You cut him off before he could say anything else. “You've said enough.”

You trusted his intelligence, only to lead your comrades into a trap. He always took advantage of your absolute trust to hurt you and the people you cared about. Especially when there was something related to the Lemurians, he suddenly became a different person. Someone you did not know.

“Your secrets…” You said, “Just keep them to yourself… I think I've had enough of your lies.”

"I did not lie." Rafayel reached out towards you but you backed away. “Everything I told you about that operation was true. I simply…”

“You simply didn't tell me the whole truth.” You said bitterly.

Rafayel withdrew his hand. He appeared so frail that he may pass out at any time at the side of the road. This time, you would not care as much. You would just leave him be.

“You showed concern for me, then you left me alone. You helped me, then pushed me into a trap... What is real, Rafayel? What is the truth that ever comes out of your mouth?”

Rafayel was silent, staring at you with pain. What an excellent performance. You almost believed him, one more time.

“What are you going to do, then? You could kill me with just one blow right now.”

“Don't challenge me.” You threatened with a glare. You hurried past Rafayel, wanting nothing more than to get home and clean off all the blood on your body and calm yourself down. Yet, despite his extreme weakness, he still has the ability to draw you in. Your eyes met his sadness. In an instant, it seemed as though you had descended to the ocean's lowest point.

“You asked me what was true.” He said, his voice shaking. “You may not believe anything else I say… But this, this alone is the truth… I will never, ever let anyone hurt you… I will never lose you again…”

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

You stood in front of Xavier's house waiting impatiently. As soon as the door opened, you immediately rushed inside without even saying hello.

“Is there anything wrong?” Xavier asked gently, but his innocent look made you even more angry.

“You crossed me out of that mission, didn’t you?” You replied in anger. There were several rolled-up reports in your palm, ready to be torn apart. You aimed it in his direction. “This was originally the mission assigned to me! Why did you request to do it on your own?”

Xavier saw the problem as soon as he glanced at those papers. He tried to explain:

“That mission is too dangerous. I can't let you do it by yourself.”

“Then would it be better if you went alone?”

You gave Xavier a glance. He was trying to calm you down, but every step he took closer you moved further away. You were upset because he decided to enter a risky area without you, maybe endangering his life, and you were unaware of it until everything had been taken care of. Even with you by his side, he carried the weight of everything by himself. You did not want that, because you felt compelled to share everything with him.

"I'm sorry." Xavier was honest with you. “I should have asked you first. I decided on my own because I thought it was the best thing for you.”

“What's best for me?” You retorted. “Do you even know what is good for me? To participate in my own mission, to decide to do things as I wish, or to fight by your side!”

Only silence covered the room. You collapsed into his couch, burrowing your face into your hands. You hated this feeling of helplessness. He took away your right to make decisions, your right to accompany him on this dangerous mission. The thought that he did not need you was so painful.

“You don't believe in me…” You spoke up after a long while. When you looked up, you saw that Xavier was still standing there, looking regretful and helpless because he was unable to touch you at the time. “I thought we were a team. If we're a team, we won't hide missions from each other, we won't sneak around alone behind the other person's back..."

“I'm really sorry. That mission is much more dangerous than area N109. I can't let you risk it.”

“That means if you had to choose again, you would still do the same and hide it from me, right?”

Xavier remained silent, but you already knew the answer.

You did not know what hurt more; Xavier hiding that mission from you, or he not trusting you could complete it?

You got to your feet, looked at Xavier, and proceeded to the door.

"I truly put in a lot of training to be in a team with you. But maybe that's not enough. If you think you can do it all by yourself then so be it, I don't see the need to stay here anymore.”

"Don't." Xavier seized your hand fast to hold you there. “Don't say such things…”

You drew away from him fiercely. Xavier let out a cry and embraced his left chest at that very time.

It appeared like he was hurt. You scowled and extended a hand to touch him.

“Are you injured?”

Xavier tried to smile, but his face gradually turned pale. He took that opportunity to pull you back and wrap an arm around your waist to keep you in place.

“It's only a little cut.”

“How can it be small when you look so painful?”

Xavier struggled to breathe. He replied:

"I'm sorry. Maybe it's true that I couldn't do that task alone. You were right. We are a team, I need you.”

You feel pleased, but still very angry with Xavier. It was because he chose to go alone that he got injured like that.

“From now on, I will definitely not hide anything from you anymore. So… don't leave me alone, okay?”

You were silent for a while, but wrapped your arms around Xavier to hug him. “I have to check your wound first.”

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

The more you care for someone else, the deeper the wound they cause you.

It had been a month since you could contact him. Just like that, he disappeared, again.

You were frightened. Just like when you were a child, suddenly one day, the friend who used to make snow seals for you disappeared without a trace. No one could hear about him. He had also covertly assigned your monthly health check to another physician without you knowing until you got to the hospital. The last time you had heard about him was when Dr. Greyson told you he were rushing off to the Arctic on urgent business.

How funny it was to learn that from someone other than him. No farewells, no assurances not to worry. And for an entire month, he was absent. Although you didn't have the authority to make him tell you his schedules, at least you wanted to know how long he was going to be gone and whether or not the mission was risky.

You grew more afraid and then angered as you considered him going missing once more. How could he do this to you, after everything you had been through together? Yet he dared to show his face to your house on a rainy night.

When he saw that you were covering yourself from the rain with your jacket, he moved forward to shield you. But you dashed over to the porch. You just looked at him from a distance, but near enough to see that he was alright. After that, you entered and slammed the door in his face.

Not a word was said to each other. He did not even call your name or send a text message. He stood in the pouring rain for a long, long time. You couldn't care less. That night you went to sleep fitfully, and when you woke up the next morning, your auntie neighbor told you that he had just departed a short while after your room's light went out.

You did not try to contact him again. This cold war was initiated by him, so let it be. It was now a week after his return, and you had to go to the hospital for a check-up before an important mission. When you saw the name of the physician assigned to you was Zayne, you requested for another.

Dr. Greyson found you in the waiting area. He asked about your refusal to let Zayne examine your health. Honestly, you could not find any reason to answer that wasn't too personal. So you just sat in silence.

“The first thing Zayne did when he got back was to read your files. He wanted to make sure you were fine while he was gone.”

Dr. Greyson said. You lowered your head and looked down at your clasped hands, experiencing a range of conflicting feelings.

“I don't know what happened between you two, and maybe it's none of my business, but Zayne is a friend, and I need to butt in just this once…”

You looked up at Dr. Greyson.

“Zayne went to the Arctic to seek assistance from his teacher. Things got worse as it became more and more difficult for him to control his Evol. I caught him injuring himself with his Evol. He made the decision to suffer alone until things got in control in order to protect others.”

You were shocked. Zayne had been suffering because of his Evol for the past month without you knowing, while you were blaming him for leaving you.

"Perhaps he refrained from telling you out of concern that you would worry and accompany him there."

The rest of the conversation drifted away. Then you stood up, tried to hold back your tears as you walked to Zayne's office. He sat behind the computer screen, looking up at you with mixed emotions in his eyes, although his face still remained calm.

You entered slowly, noted the scars on his hands. There were fresh cuts that were not yet healed. He must have been very hurt and lonely. What must you do to make him open up to you? What must you do so that you can share the burden with him?

“You… What's wrong?”

As soon as Zayne spoke, you hid your tears by walking towards him in a haste and pulled him into your embrace.

“Please don't go without a word... I won't be able to bear it if you disappear again..."

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fyodere · 11 months ago

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gakuen!fyodor smut

my cold fingers running through your hair.

﹙ 💬 ﹚── parings: fyodor dostoevsky x fem!reader ♡

₍^. .^₎⟆ ── content warnings / tags : nsfw content (mdni), high school!au, fyodor is mean, nasty absolutely filthy smut, misogyny kink, corruption kink, academic rivals, petnames, degradation, fyodor is a sadic, hairpulling, blowjobs (m receiving), underage (you and fedya are like 17), catholic guilt, wet dream, dirty thoughts ♡

﹙ 🔪 ﹚── synopsis : Fyodor never liked you, not with your presumption and your ability to always get the questions right in the classroom. He not only didn't like you, but he hated you, even though he despises you as woman, you constantly occupy his thoughts. However, somehow, you haunt him. Fyodor wakes up with a start, he realizes that you were present in his dreams. A dream he would pray to forget.

﹙ 🩸 ﹚── author's note : GAKUEN!FEDYA SMUT BABYYYY oh lord you guys don’t know how much i’m excited for this. I even made an ai bot of this concept on janitor ai. this was on my drafts since last year so excuse my grammar 😩 i hope you enjoy it !!

୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪 💬 🐈‍⬛ ⋅

Still breathless, Fyodor tried to look around to rationalize the situation. He could see straight now and his eyes were getting used to the darkness of his room.

03:27AM

Oh.

Dostoevsky sighed. It was late, he needed at least one good night of sleep for his upcoming test and cello practice. Now his body is feeling uncomfortably awkward. This was unusual, Fyodor always keep everything in check. Maybe if he tried to close his eyes, and if he lay really still, he could trick his body into falling asleep again. It was a good plan. Obvious, but still good plan. Fyodor smirked for himself as he close his eyes again, of course he always have a plan.

But then, the sudden feeling on his throat came back. His heartbeat is racing again. What is it? No, It couldn’t be…

Fyodor opened his eyes with a slight feeling of rage. He remembered.

Oh, he remembered.

And for the first time, he wished for his brilliant brain stop working. Fyodor knew how his memory was sharp, but now it feels like a big waste of time.

Fyodor had a dream. A dream that he would pray to God just to forget. Could he call it a nightmare?

It wasn’t a nightmare for sure, but it was still cursed. Maybe uncomfortable and embarrassing.

Embarrassing. Ah, how Fyodor was glad that anyone couldn’t look at his poor face at this moment. He hates when he doesn’t have full control of the situation, keeping his feelings under control was a form of not getting lost, he is used to it.

Fyodor doesn’t dream regularly. He was a really sleepy or not sleep at all type of person. When his body finally gives in to fatigue, the dreams become blurry because of his mind’s tiredness. But Fyodor doesn’t mind at all, Dostoevsky couldn’t see the mystical side of dreaming. For him, this was only a way for his mind process everything that he saw through the day.

That’s why his friends appear regularly when he dream about something. Sometimes his family when his subconscious is trying to process his past — even though Fyodor is neutral about most of his dreams, he would consider these the bad ones. Or at least the ones that he would like to forget.

But it wasn’t that type of bad dream either.

When Nikolai or Sigma appear on his dreams things get a lot lighter. It always ended up being a relief. Sometimes he chuckles for himself in the most unfortunate moments remembering those. Fyodor let a nasal laugh come out when this thoughts come on his mind.

No. This wasn’t the answer yet. His dream hadn’t been any of those things, but he is getting close.

He dreamt of you.

You.

This wasn’t surprising for him though. Fyodor knows — Oh God, how bad he knows — how he keeps you on his mind. Fyodor could justify himself telling that you’re his rival and it’s normal having plans about the next provocative thing he is going to say when you guys met again, or spend time thinking about how he is going to destroy you in the upcoming test.

Fyodor could pretend that he was fooling himself with those false conclusions, but he knows the truth, he always knows. It’s the greatest Dostoevsky after all, the special child that was gifted, or even better, blessed with his brain.

But it wasn’t the case, and Fyodor knows that too. He always knows. Another sigh came out of his mouth, Fyodor closed his eyes and take another deep breath. When did he allowed himself feeling this emotions? This wasn’t right. But he can’t keep torturing himself, maybe just for tonight he will allow all those thoughts come — Just for releasing them in the next day, of course.

Fyodor still could feel the warmth. It was cleaning day and you were his duo, this mean that you’re going to be together for a while. It may sound exhausting, you guys were rivals and have a psychological war while cleaning was kind of messed up. You guys were in a silent truce. No one had to flag this, you both could read the situation — And each other’s thoughts, even though you’re not going to admit that —, you payed too much attention on him just like he recorded every reaction of you. From your facial expressions from your small and smooth body movements. Every detail.

Well, it’s not like you could run away. You also committed your sins when spent too much time looking at Fyodor bitting his thumb while he was concentrating, you hated how playful yet majestic his actions are. Everything about him just fitted so perfectly that you couldn’t help but feel some anger— Or just full yourself to believe that you’re not feeling other type of intense feeling beside rage.

You were sweeping the classroom’s floor while Fyodor cleaned the windows. The sun was setting and the sky was turning into a beautiful orange color slowly turning darker as the clouds complemented it. Suddenly, everything felt warm. Fyodor was looking at you by the window reflection, he also could see how much he was staring and this made he feel ashamed. You could feel Fyodor’s piercing gaze even though he wasn’t even looking directly. You couldn’t help but give a small smirk.

“Looks like someone can’t focus on his little task…” You said playfully, your eyes were still looking at the floor while you sweeps. You wanted to give that unbothered impression. “Am I distracting you?” You finally looked up, he was still looking at the window. You could hear his sigh — It almost sound like a laugh.

How presumptuous. Fyodor thought. And you know that he thought that. It make you chuckle, this unexpected harmony was slowly tying you two together.

“Oh.” Dostoevsky finally turned to you. His silently confidence makes you want to shut his mouth before he even dare to speak a word. “Oh, darling, I almost forgot that you are here.” Now was Fyodor’s time to be presumptuous, and he knows how this will get into your nerves. “Trying to get an excuse to talk to me, ah? How cute.”

You let a tsk come out. Fyodor felt victorious keeping you silent. Now you’re looking at the floor again, sweeping the classroom. Even though your eyes were focused the task, your ears still work perfectly. And you heard Fyodor’s slow footsteps getting closer. You know he is behind of you now, but you try to play clueless.

“Hmmm…” Fyodor is getting closer to you, he is speaking next to your ear. Your body gets tense. “What is it now? Little mouse got scared?” His voice almost sound like a whisper, a very teasing one. His breath is touching your neck and ear. Where did his russian accent became so provocative? Now his hands are slowly moving to your waist.

Fyodor likes how you look small next to him. You look so vulnerable, so easy to tease. He can’t let you scape now. Now his hands travel till they reach out your upper body. Dostoevsky couldn’t help, he squeezes your uniform letting it wrinkled. Your breath got heavy as he keeps touching you, unfortunately, you catch yourself biting your lip to not let a moan slide. Fyodor’s touch feel so great, he loves how his big and skilled hands can hug perfectly your curves and play with them.

“Wait…” You finally open say something after opening and closing your mouth for a while, your voice is a little shaky and a few sighs come when you talk. “Not here, what if somebody—“

“Hm?” Fyodor cut you off abruptly. He doesn’t like when you complain, he likes to have full control of the situation. “I’m not doing anything, darling. Am I?” Now his hands squeeze you more roughly, as if he wants to get a better reaction from you. The russian young man has a smug look on his face. You look so fragile and easy to mess with. He enjoys the sense of control, Fyodor is taking the lead now, and you feel like a loser for enjoying it so much — It’s like screaming that you lost.

Dostoevsky's eyes widened slightly, and his fingers tightened around your waist, making you feel uncomfortable. He didn't seem to notice your pain, though. Instead, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against your neck. His mouth was cold and dry, but you could still feel his tongue licking your exposed sensitive skin. When he finally pulled away, he smiled, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. He let go of you and sat back in his chair, his hands resting on his thighs. He seemed to have forgotten about your existence entirely. You felt like nothing more than a toy he played with when he got bored.

Dostoevsky is silent for a moment, contemplating whether to continue or not. He looks at you with a half-smile, a hint of cruelty in his eyes. He knows how to play with words and actions, and he takes advantage of every opportunity to make sure that you´re miserable and uncomfortable around him. He is not someone who shows affection or warmth, and he is definitely not someone who is good at expressing feelings. He is a cold, calculating man who sees everything in terms of power and control. His tone is still harsh, but there's a hint of softness in his voice when he says. "You're not doing anything?"

You decided to act like a greedy whore and got into your knees.

Fyodor pulls down his pants and underwear, revealing his cock, which is already hard. He strokes it slowly, watching you closely. He seems to enjoy the way you react to his actions. He keeps on talking, his voice is still harsh, but there's a certain amount of tenderness in his tone. He doesn't want you to feel bad, just frustrated and unhappy. He is a sadistic bastard, but he has a soft side too. And it shows in the way he treats you. "Now, tell me, what do you want? Do you want me to fuck you? Or would you prefer me to beat you? Which one do you like better?"

"Hit me. I challenge you." You giggle in a act of courage. "I know you can’t—" Fyodor chuckles darkly, a sign of his humor. He's not laughing at you, he's just teasing you. He slaps you across the face, hard enough to make you cry, but not enough to draw blood. He leans in close, whispering in your ear. "Tell me, how do you like being treated like a piece of meat? A toy to be played with? A slave to obey? Because that's what you are, isn't it? You're nothing but a whore, a filthy, worthless piece of shit."

Fyodor was merciless. He didn’t care about the brimming tears in the corner of your eyes, didn’t care about your shaking legs or your small chokes.

Slobbering sound filled the small stall, and you sat on the floor obediently like a little puppy as he used your mouth to his liking. Your uniform was wholly unbuttoned, bundled up at your elbows with your nipples peeking from your bra.

It was always his favorite look on you, clothed in the school’s garb. The uniform that should represent your focus on studies and discipline is wearing for you choke on him. Fyodor has to admit how pleasing it is, it arouses him to the point of madness.

“Good little mouse, now, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” He commanded once more in a commanding but still seductive tone. He was loving this, the power is was feeling. His smirk grew as he continued, he was loving every second of this.

His eyes were dark and sinister now, they were almost completely in a reddish purple tone. His pupils are comically big due the excitement. He seemed so in control now. He loved it.

Fyodor smirked once more as you do as asked. You seemed to be getting really into this now.

Your tongue pressed wide and flat. Fyodor shuddered at the feeling, at your tongue rubbing over his slit, precum oozing out. You did it again and Fyodor let a moan slide out, you was pressing the tip of your tongue into his slit now, coaxing out more of his essence. Dostoevsky loved the feeling, he loved how pathetic you look like this.

It was so intense, the sight of your lips curled around his cock, how piercing his arouse gaze was. You hummed before sinking down, swallowing as much of Fyodor’s length as he could. Dostoevsky was panting, the feeling so intense that it was almost overwhelming. You began to suck harshly, cheeks hallowed out and you was bobbing your head now as well, head going up and down as you sucked Fyodor’s cock. The russian didn’t want to say it loud, but he wasn’t going to last.

"Good little mouse, I knew you could do it." He said in a soft and seductive tone, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hands moved to your head now, he loved the feeling of her hair in his hand. He seemed a little proud, even. He felt like he had helped you, in a way. "Good girl..." He whispered as he gently stroke your hair.

You keep sucking him harshly, enjoying how he felt warm inside of you. You couldn’t help but let a few tears coming out. The intelligent girl with a sharp tongue was gone, now you’re just a little whore to Fyodor play with — and you both sightly love this.

“Do you like to be dominated by a man like me, little mouse? Are you such a submissive little girl?” He asked with a smirk. He seemed to be amused by the whole situation, by all the control that he holds now. You can almost feel that he was about to release.

You felt your panties dampening as he say that, he grabbed a fistful of your hair keeping your head in your place as he changed the pace to a quicker one, accelerating the beats of your heart. He was pulsing inside your mouth. He was so close, so close, so close…

Fyodor just couldn’t resist. The wet and warm feeling of your mouth along with your pity puppy face was driving him crazy. You are being so obedient to him. He need to fill your mouth a little more, just a little more…

“Jesus.” Fyodor said to himself, alone in his room. The dream was wild, he feels pretty ashamed by how sinful and dirty his mind can be when he is asleep, at least you will never know that. Right now he just want to close his eyes and go back to sleep, but this weird feeling don’t leave. His hair still feel sticky and his forehead sweaty. His skin felt so tight like a growing claustrophobic feeling.

Oh, wait.

Dostoevsky looked down to his pants with a disgusted face. How shameful of him. Now that he has knowledge of the weird feeling on his body it’s easier to ignore.

Ah, for sure he isn’t going to go anything about that besides ignore. Fyodor genuinely believe that masturbation is a stupid thing, he is not going to waste his time — and risk his inner pride doing such a thing.

Dostoevsky closed his eyes taking a few deep breaths, he just needed to clean his mind. Maybe counting one to one hundred could help, Fyodor just need to take you away from his thoughts.

He just didn’t expected how addictive this fantasies are.

hii heres part two <3

#bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bsd smut #fyodor x reader #fyodor smut #bsd gakuen

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brainddeadd · 4 months ago

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can i request something like best friend!jack hughes gets jealous when a guy is flirting with reader so he claims she’s his girlfriend and threatens him to scare him off meanwhile reader is like ???

Possessive Streak

You had only agreed to tag along with Jack to this party because you knew how much it meant to him. He was always dragging you along to events, insisting that you were his favorite plus-one. And, truthfully, you never really minded—it was hard to say no to Jack Hughes when he looked at you with those big blue eyes, grinning like an overexcited golden retriever.

The party was in full swing, music pulsing through the room, people crowding every corner with drinks in hand. Jack had disappeared at some point to talk to some of his teammates, leaving you by the bar. You were fine with it, though; it gave you a chance to catch your breath.

What you didn't expect was the guy currently standing in front of you, leaning far too close and trying way too hard.

"You must hear this all the time," the guy said, shooting you a grin that screamed player, "but you're seriously too pretty to be here alone."

You smiled politely, gripping your drink tighter. "I'm not alone. I'm here with a friend."

He raised an eyebrow, not taking the hint. "A friend, huh? Well, how about you ditch him and let me show you a better time?"

You forced a laugh, inching away. Just as you were about to politely make your escape, a familiar voice cut through the conversation like a sharp blade.

"Yeah, no."

You turned to find Jack standing there, his easygoing demeanor replaced with something cold and possessive. His arm slid around your waist without hesitation, tugging you closer into his side like you'd been his girlfriend for years.

The guy blinked, looking between the two of you. "Uh… sorry, man. I didn’t know she was taken."

"Yeah, she is," Jack said flatly, tightening his grip on your hip for emphasis. "So you can leave. Now."

The guy raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Didn't mean to step on any toes." He gave you one last sheepish glance before slipping into the crowd.

Jack waited until he was out of sight before turning to you with a smug little grin—clearly proud of himself. "There. Problem solved."

You stared at him, dumbfounded. "Did you just—?"

"Claim you as my girlfriend? Yeah." He said it so casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Why?" you asked, blinking up at him.

Jack shrugged, but his ears were suspiciously pink. "He was annoying. I didn’t like the way he was looking at you."

"You realize that’s not a good enough reason to pretend we're dating, right?"

He gave you a mischievous look, one that made your heart stutter in your chest. "You didn't seem to mind it, though."

You opened your mouth to argue, but the truth was—you kind of didn't mind. There was something strangely comforting about the way Jack had stepped in, protective and sure of himself, like it was second nature for him to keep people like that guy away from you.

Still, you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to appear unaffected. "You know, you could’ve just told him I wasn’t interested. No need to act like a jealous boyfriend."

Jack smirked, clearly enjoying himself way too much. "Well, maybe if you actually were my girlfriend, I wouldn't have to pretend."

Your breath caught, and before you could figure out how to respond to that, Jack gave you a wink and tugged you closer.

"Come on," he said, nudging his shoulder against yours. "Let's go find something more fun to do. I think I've made my point."

You let yourself be pulled along, heart racing, trying to ignore the way his hand lingered at your waist. But something told you this little game of pretend wasn't quite over yet—and maybe, just maybe, you didn't want it to be.

You let Jack pull you away from the bar, weaving through the crowd. The warmth of his hand on your waist made your heart beat faster, and you couldn't ignore the fact that it felt right. Too right for just friends.

He steered you into a quieter corner of the house, away from the music and noise. The dim lighting cast soft shadows over his face, but you could still see the flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.

"So…" you said, crossing your arms. "You gonna explain what that was all about?"

Jack gave you that signature cocky grin, but there was something else underneath—something nervous. "What do you mean? I told you, I didn’t like how that guy was flirting with you."

You raised an eyebrow. "And your solution was to pretend we’re dating?"

He shifted on his feet, his hand raking through his messy hair. "Well, yeah. Seemed like the easiest way to get rid of him."

You shook your head with a small laugh. "Jack, you could’ve just told him I wasn’t interested."

His grin faltered slightly, and for a moment, he looked serious. Vulnerable, even. "Yeah… but what if you were interested?"

That caught you off guard. "What?"

Jack glanced away, like he was trying to gather his thoughts. When he looked back at you, his eyes were softer, filled with something that made your chest ache. "I just… I didn’t like seeing him all over you, okay? It made me feel—" He broke off, sighing in frustration. "I’ve been trying to ignore it, but it’s driving me nuts. Every time I see some guy flirting with you, I realize how much I hate it."

Your heart was pounding now, the pieces starting to fall into place. "Jack…"

"I didn’t just pretend you were my girlfriend back there," he admitted quietly. "I’ve wanted to say something for a while, but I was scared I’d mess everything up. And maybe I just did."

He ran a hand down his face, clearly bracing himself for rejection. "But the truth is… I don’t want to pretend. I want you to be mine. For real."

You stared at him, stunned into silence. Jack Hughes—your best friend, your partner-in-crime, the guy who had always been there for you—was looking at you with so much sincerity it nearly knocked the air from your lungs.

"Say something," he murmured, his voice a little shaky.

It took you a moment to find your words, but when you did, they came out soft, filled with the emotions you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding back. "I think… I’ve been waiting for you to say that."

Jack blinked, his lips parting slightly in surprise. "You have?"

You smiled, stepping closer. "Yeah, dummy. I don’t want to pretend either."

His eyes lit up, and before you could say anything else, he leaned down and kissed you—soft and tentative at first, like he was still afraid you might change your mind.

But you kissed him back without hesitation, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. The tension that had been lingering between you two for so long melted away in an instant, replaced by the warmth of something real and undeniable.

When you finally pulled back, Jack rested his forehead against yours, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.

"So," he whispered, brushing his thumb along your jaw. "Does this mean you’re my girlfriend now?"

You laughed, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I think it does."

His grin widened, and he tightened his arms around you, like he never wanted to let go. "Good. Because I wasn’t planning on letting anyone else have you anyway."

And just like that, everything that had once felt complicated now seemed so simple—because being with Jack had always felt like the most natural thing in the world.

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagines #jack hughes fanfic #° braindead writes

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year ago

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Jungkook/platonic!OT7

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 [Part 1: Rain]

There's something strange about Jungkook.

Main tags/Warnings: Werewolf!Jungkook, Werewolf!Bangtan, strangers/enemies to lovers, romantic Jungkook x reader, Platonic bangtan x reader, eventual smut, mentions of past emotional/psychological manipulation, hurt and comfort, fluff!, some wariness from MCs side

Length: x Words (will be added later)

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"Here-" Jungkook offers, having taken off his zip hoodie for you to hold over your head. "-so you don't get wet." He smiles, and you take it after a moment of contemplation.

It's only after, when you walk after him through the woods, that you notice the full, partially colored tattoos covering almost every inch of skin of his arm, probably even up his shoulder- some ink found on the back of his hand, too. "Careful!" He suddenly says, reaching out to hold you- just in time, because during your blatant staring at his exposed skin, you'd failed to notice the large tree root sticking out from the ground. "You okay?" He asks, and you're stuck in place for a second-

Oddly mesmerized by his golden eyes looking at you from such little distance.

But it doesn't take long for you to snap out of it and nod, before you step over the root, quietly urging him with another nod to continue walking- something he does, but not without looking at you with something almost like suspicion. The rain isn't letting up- rather intensifying now, as he picks up his steps to get through the woods at a faster pace, your hand subconsciously reaching out to grab onto the back of his shirt to keep up- something he notices, as he smiles and reaches out his hand for you to hold. "We're almost there, promise." He tells you, and you nod, trusting him-

and he stays true to his word.

Because not even a few minutes later, there's an actual path now- not man-made, but trampled down from generations of animals and people alike it looks like taking the same route. It leads you both to a more open space, wooden cabins in varying sizes built long ago from the visuals of them, lights turned on in the largest of them. A door opens- multiple people are seen, one waving, before more seem to try and get a glimpse of who Jungkook is bringing along.

"They're really nice. Some of them can be a bit intimidating, but I promise you they're completely harmless." Jungkook reassures you as he notices the way you slow down now, and you nod, a drop of water falling from your nose. You've got no idea where you are at this point, so you can't do much other than trust him, for now.

Even though you're incredibly nervous at the prospect of being in the same house as an entire pack of wolves.

Someone seems to break up the people squeezing together to catch a glimpse of you, leaving only two in front of the house, door now closed. "Hello." One of them says- friendly, but not inviting. "Jungkook?" He asks, and the wolf next to you sends you a reassuring smile, before he talks, and explains to who you assume must be his packleader.

"I didn't know you were back already." Jungkook says, hugging him in a greeting for a second, before he steps back to stand next to you again, telling the young man your name. "She was just kind of.. having a picnic near the entrance path when it started pouring. And she's here without a ride or anything, so I offered her to stay until it clears up maybe." He explains.

"My name's Namjoon. I'm the packleader here- have you told your pack yet that you'll be here?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"I'm human- I don't have a pack, and my friends know I'm up here so if anything happens I can ask them to pick me up." You shrug, trying to appear relaxed- even if you're straight up trying to lie since you don't actually have.. well, friends. Though you're sure Namjoon must already notice that you're just putting up a front.

"I see. Alright then." He says, before he turns around, opening the door. "You guys can stop eavesdropping now, by the way." He scolds his packmembers inside, who all, except for one, have been actively listening in on the conversation.

"Sorry.." a tall guy with broad shoulders laughs softly, opening the door a bit wider. "We were just curious. Come inside you two, you must be freezing!" He ushers you both in, and you follow with a bit of hesitance, trying to distract yourself with rather examining the interior of the large cabin. Jungkook takes a moment to talk to his pack, probably to catch up with his leader and to tell the rest that you're.. not too fond of werewolf people.

All while you're in the bathroom, towel drying the ends of your hair while contemplating your life choices.

That's a whole pack of wolves- seven people currently present, and god knows how many more members they have! If they wanted, they could literally just cook you for dinner tonight, and no one would even really notice. Since you work as an independent person, you don't technically have an employer, and like mentioned, you only really have one somewhat friend who you text once in a blue moon.

No one would miss you if these guys were to just.. murder you. Or do even worse.

"Hey- you okay?" Jungkook's voice calls out through the closed door, a knock before that announcing his presence.

"Y-yeah, I'm done." You say, opening the bathroom door to reveal the young wolfboy who's looking at you with his golden eyes filled with worry. And he's not the only one-

most of his other packmates somewhat look into your direction with varying degrees of the same emotion. "Let's stop staring at her, maybe then she'll feel a little less like prey." the only one who's not currently looking at you says, making most of the other's avert their eyes caught red-handed.

"I'm sorry, if you'd like I'll show you my den- I mean, house! You can stay there by yourself if that's a little less threatening to you." Jungkook offers, and you shrug, before nodding.

Right now, you feel way too crowded. Like they're circling you, waiting for a chance to strike.

You both run a little from the main house to another, smaller one- a small cabin, cozy and a little chaotic inside. "Sorry- I didn't clean up." He laughs a but bashfully, turning on the lights before he swiftly throws an empty paper bowl from the small table in front of his kitchenette into the bin nearby.

"Its fine." You reassure him, feeling a bit better in here. "I'm.. is it really fine if I stay here?" You worry, and he nods.

"Its totally fine. You can even sleep here if it doesn't let up- which it won't, to be honest." He says.

"How do you know?" You wonder.

"Senses. Perks of the wolfblood I guess." He offers kindly, walking over to put a blanket on the couch. "I'll just make you a place to crash if you want, I promise I'll sleep at the packhouse so I won't bother you-"

"No-!" You rush out, actually a bit unintentional, as you swallow, before you collect your words properly. "I- could you maybe stay? I don't.. sleep well alone.. during storms." You mumble. "I know it's stupid but-"

"Its not." Jungkook promises, a warm glimmer in his eyes like a warm furnace during a cold winter day. "Seokjin- one of my packmates, the tall one with the broad shoulders who gave you the towel-" he says, occupying himself with putting a pillow on one side of the couch, "-he's similar. He needs the pack together during storms or he can't sleep well. Something to do with instincts." He shrugs, walking onto an open room with a bed inside, where he steals another pillow and a thick blanket to put on the bed.

"Oh." You say. "Then you should sleep with them-" you start, but Jungkook laughs.

"Nah, he'll be fine. He's treating me too much like a pup anyways!" He jokes, finishing up the couch before he moves the small coffee table further away for space. "There you go. Oh, you can charge your phone here too- let me get you a cable for that-" he perks up, before he moves into his bedroom to search for one.

Something feels... off.

You're no longer very worried about things going south for you, the small cabin offering you a warm place to stay- and in a way, his company is oddly soothing. He's kind, clearly not out for blood, and you also feel pretty sleepy, as the exhaustion from the last week catches up with you.

You've never felt so.. tired, but in a good way. As if your body is finally preparing to rest and restart.

"There. You can plug it in over there- just not on the left, that ones kind of wonky. I need to fix that up soon." He chuckles a bit shyly, and you nod, plugging your phone in near the small TV.

"Did you make this.. yourself? Or..?" You wonder, as you look at your phone starting.

"Yeah. Most of us built our homes ourself. It's like a coming-of-age thing almost." He says, pride swelling up in his chest at your next words.

"I like it. It's very.. warm. Welcoming." You nod, looking at him, who's staring back at you with round cheeks and even rounder eyes.

"Thank you!" He grins, slightly sharpened canines reminding you of what he is, down the line, and past his soft words and gentle looks.

But it doesn't scare you.

"I'll leave the door open in case you need anything." He offers, as he walks into his bedroom. "Have a good night." He smiles, and you nod, phone in your hand vibrating once to tell you it's started and charging.

"Thanks-" you say, smiling back a little hesitant. "-.. and good night to you too." You offer, before you watch him get ready for bed.

And that night, despite being alone in the woods and in the same home as a wolf-

You sleep soundly, tightly, no dreams haunting your slumber at all.

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remembrancer-of-heresy · 4 months ago

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Courtly Love

[Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3],

Summary: You become closer to Lucius and learn intriguing news about the Third Legion.

Lucius The Eternal/fem!Reader(Camellia)

Warnings: no for this part

Word count: 2359

Author's note: Very often canon can differ slightly in some aspects. In the codex, Lucius was a captain for a long time. But I stick to the book Fulgrim when he was promoted on Laeran. The previous captain of the 13th appeared for one part, but I still decided to give him a name.

Song: Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus

Tags: @passionofthesith

Several months have passed, but during this time you have collected an unprecedented amount of material, which would be enough for a full-fledged novel. And to be honest, you even decided to write a book about the exploits of the Third Legion through the eyes of one of the Space Marines.

Lucius was only happy to hear your proposal. Of course, you should write about him. All mortals should know about his excellent skills and fighting style. The swordsman was arrogant and boastful, but still did not tolerate absolute flattery.

So you were even less going to add countless epithets and compliments to Lucius, focusing on historical facts. You were sure that other remembrancers would probably not understand his personality and would do everything the other way around. This gave you confidence.

Although it was impossible to say that your relationship was purely professional. You often met in the training hall or in the corridors where you spent a lot of time. You didn't dare invite him to your quarters because you were shy (so what if he was a Space Marine), and he didn't want his brothers to see you.

"They'll only bother us with their unnecessary comments or laughter." - Lucius grimaced with displeasure while you were sitting in the corridor. - "Saul will make a sour face. He's so withdrawn, I don't think you'll be able to get a word out of him."

Saul Tarvitz was indeed a man of few words and restraint. You were sure that sooner or later such a Space Marine would accomplish great things. However, judging by everything, he didn't want to receive a new rank or recognition from the inhabitants of the Imperium.

Such nobility was catchy. But what is, is. It's unlikely that you could become his personal chronicler (although he treated you well). If you asked him about the Crusade (only to add notes to Lucius's stories to complete the picture, an approach your client approved of), he said very little. Not in the detail and color that you were accustomed to.

Lucius was a different character. You understood that he was a Space Marine, he was a participant in the Crusade. And yet you could not shake the thought that the Emperor's cause did not matter to him. Only his skill. There was no mention in his stories of the Imperial Truths, the incredible brotherhood of the Legion and other aspects that ordinary citizens were interested in.

No. In all his stories, the main and key figure was only himself. He fought against xenos, the enemies of humanity. But first and foremost, these were his enemies who dared to cross his path. And the Space Marine was always ready to demonstrate his exceptional talent.

And yet, while Lucius told you about his exploits, you could not help but look at him with admiration. He really was an outstanding swordsman. Besides, there was some kind of childish boyish spontaneity in him that melted your heart. You could forgive him all his sins. That was probably why Saul valued his friendship.

For now, the second person after the captain of the 13th company (that's what Lucius liked to call himself, and not just a soldier) was giving you all his free attention. And you didn't care where you communicated. Even now, sitting near one of the columns, you didn't pay any attention to the passing serfs or the occasionally appearing space marines.

Probably, such close communication was rare even in the Third Legion, judging by the sideways glances thrown at you.

“I still can't believe that you saw Rogal Dorn himself. More precisely, the fake Dorn. How is that even possible? Weren't you scared?” - you asked with interest, trying to write down all the details about the overthrow of Fausch's revolution.

“The local psykers did their best. The Imperial Fists weren’t really trying to annex the world if we had to work for them.” - the young man smiles, completely not understanding how to behave. - “And in general, even as a mortal, I was never afraid of anything. After becoming an Astartes, I can’t even more so.”

“And have you ever regretted that you can’t feel fear anymore?” - you quickly put away the notes. You didn’t want to offend Lucius with such a somewhat compromising question.

“Hm? Why is that? Fear prevents me from fighting, and I’m a warrior. Hey, why aren’t you writing this down?” - the young man blinked his eyes in bewilderment and for a second it seemed to you that he was about to pout like an offended child.

Probably because he never grew into a man, but became a living weapon.

“W-well, it's just a personal question. But if you want, I’ll continue writing.” - You suppressed a sigh, reaching for the device as the Marine nodded at you. - “It’s just that no matter how many times I read about knights. Both heroic and real ones, they were all afraid. But they… um, sought it out.”

“How can you strive to be afraid of everything around you? We must strive for perfection. Honing our combat skills, accepting mistakes. And fear. It’s…” - the young man involuntarily frowns, not understanding why he is explaining such simple thoughts to you. - “It’s a flaw. It’s imperfection.”

You bite your lip, thinking about the answer.

“It’s just that in all the stories I’ve read, it wasn’t the fear itself, but its overcoming that was akin to a heroic moment. Think about it, when you’re not afraid, it’s easy for you to do anything. It’s not the same as if you committed an act despite the horror that torments you. Isn’t that proof of the human spirit?”

Lucius listens to you almost spellbound, and you can imagine the gears turning in his head. And apparently they broke, because a moment later, Lucius looks at you questioningly, as if you had just told him an overly complex philosophical theory and forced him to repeat it word for word.

“So, to be the best warrior, I have to be afraid?”

“Well, not exactly. It’s not only fear that drives warriors.”

“Then why did you bring it up?”

“I just wanted to.” - you hug your knees and look away. But you can still hear Lucius laughing at you. - “People know almost nothing about the Space Marines. You are the defenders of humanity, but at the same time, you are so… far from us.”

It was true. Many military men disliked the remembrancers. At least those who behaved arrogantly and did nothing but enjoy life. But you managed to get along with some of the soldiers. Some officers even commissioned portraits from famous artists, and others attended small concerts. And if you weren’t imagining things, one of the journalists even started an affair with an officer. Military and civilian, you were all people and you all had something in common.

But the Space Marines were a different kind. They were carriers of the gene-seed of the Primarchs themselves. The trials they went through made them not only the best warriors in the entire Imperium. They were almost immortal. But at the same time, the Astartes were living weapons, they could never know civilian life, all its aspects. They were deprived of these "weaknesses".

You understood that the Astartes were happy with such a life, and everyone in the Imperium was fine with it. They were chosen by the Emperor. It just made you sad sometimes. How can the best warriors of humanity protect this very humanity but not be a part of it?

"It's all nonsense. I'm not far." - you stared at the young man in surprise, before he spoke again. - "We are separated by a couple of centimeters. We are very close."

And in confirmation, the swordsman poked his finger into your shoulder. You didn't even know whether to laugh or cry. From all the stories Lucius told you, you got the impression of extreme intelligence and resourcefulness. But all this concerned battles, tactics and strategies. When it came to philosophy, he acted like a teen.

“Close indeed.” - you smiled softly at the Marine, intending to continue the conversation. However, a sudden shadow covered you, causing your gaze to fall on the troublemaker. Captain of the 13th Company Cletus Nero, to which Lucius belonged, was right there.

“And here is our chronicler. I haven’t seen you in a long time, otherwise Lucius is hiding you from us.” - the man smiled kindly at you and you thanked Terra again for the fact that Lucius’ captain turned out to be such a wonderful man.

Not only was he not against your communication with his soldier. Moreover, he respected the work of the remembrancers. In the Third Legion, there was much less coldness and even less hostility of the Astartes towards people of art. Consider it almost non-existent. And still, such connoisseurs continued to surprise. You heard that the First Captain often liked to visit artists and sculptors. Bet he left behind a ton of works with his face on them.

“We just have a lot to discuss. Right now Lucius told me about Fausch Revolution.” - you nod politely, a little embarrassed by the attention of a Space Marine of such a rank. And it seems that the Space Marine understood this. Only he was not going to spare you.

“Excellent. I have plenty of stories too. Especially since the captain’s point of view will help you understand the situation from a different perspective. There will be something to write about, won’t it?”

“Yes, that’s right.” - you hear Lucius nod in agreement and look at you with a serious expression. - “Captain Nero devised the plan that led to the siege being so successful. You should listen to it.”

“The boy is right. Our company distinguished itself. Fulgrim himself appreciated our contribution to the overall victory. You will definitely like it.” - the man smiled broadly and casually joked. - “Maybe even after my story you will decide to become my personal chronicler.”

It was too much. Too much attention. Not only were you still not used to the company of Space Marines (Lucius being an exception!). But Captain Nero was also so insistent that you cringed in embarrassment. And awkwardness. You could almost feel with every fiber of your being how those last words hurt Lucius.

He wanted so desperately to be appreciated. Lucius was so talented that he only went to the training hall out of boredom. His skills even got him invited to spar with other Space Marines. Lord Commander Eidolon himself!

But that wasn’t enough. Lucius wanted more. You saw it in his eyes, heard it in his words. The way he told you about the exploits of the Crusade, his exploits. The way he immediately transformed when it was time to communicate with a Marine of higher rank. The way he looked at them. He wanted to be one of them.

And now Commander Nero asks you to become his chronicler right in front of Lucius. And he gets angry, upset, despite the fact that it's just a joke and a simple offer. He can't tell him that you are his documentarian, he wants respect for himself. But he doesn't want to lose you either. For selfish purposes. Although partly you still believed that you really managed to become friends. After all, Lucius told too many details about himself.

"S-sorry, but I only want to be Lucius' remembrancer." - you pull your head into your shoulders in embarrassment, although the captain does not look upset. - "I will gladly listen to you, so that I can add more details to the records about him."

"Good. When I have time, I will catch you. But for now I need to leave. It seems that our first full-fledged company since Ullanor is planned. Lucius." - the man nods to the space marine and hurriedly leaves either for a council or a meeting. You weren't very clear on how the Third Legion was planning their next moves.

You felt awkward about the whole conversation, but Lucius was practically glowing with happiness. He was silent, which was unusual for him, and smiling. His green eyes could not left yours, and you felt how your cheeks warmed. Oh, he knew you said those words from the heart and he was grateful. An Astartes was grateful to a mortal girl. It was flattering.

"What-" - you hug your leg to your chest and look at the man with curiosity. - "What campaign?"

"Ah, the Xenon world Laeran. We encountered it just yesterday. Do you really not follow the news at all?" - seeing your apologetic look, Lucius turned his nose up, causing you to chuckle. - "Well, I'm not surprised, I take up almost all of your time. And now you'll be especially busy."

"Are you planning to attack that world?"

“Of course. These xenos are asking for it. Although from what I heard, the officials tried to dissuade the Primarch. Like, we can’t handle it. Pathetic scribes who don’t understand anything about war and still dare to tell us what to do, huh!” - the Space Marine almost spat, but stopped himself. - “But of course you’re not like that. Only the best chronicler writes about me, right?”

“That’s because I got the best Space Marine.” - you respond with praise and go quiet. Anxiety slowly envelops your body. Before this, you visited a couple of worlds and they were all uninhabited. This was your first full-fledged battle. - “I’m a little worried. Even here, in safety, I can’t help but realize that there’s a real battle going on on the surface. Will everything be fine?”

“Of course. We, the Third Legion, are renowned for our swordsmanship and first-class strategy. Perfection and death. That’s our motto.” - the man smiles kindly at you, calming all your worries. - “We’ll finish off the xenos before you can blink. But look at it from the other side. What fresh material you’ll write. I’ll tell you all the details after each mission.”

“Hope so.” - you’ve already started to think about how many stories Lucius will tell you in the heat of the moment. Maybe if you’re lucky, this time they’ll even let you go down to the surface of Laeran.

#yandere space marine #space marine x reader #lucius the eternal x reader

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bitchy-peachy · 3 months ago

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Ramblings of "I Don't Agree With Your 'Lifestyle' But I Still Want To Be Friends"

The more I don't want to talk to a certain demographic, the more hellbent they seem to be all up in my social spaces.

Are you into humiliation? Are you that desperate to talk to someone that you pick arguments with the other side for social interaction and then have the audacity to ask, "Why can't we be friends?"

Some of Trump's people have a weird way of making friends. You seriously want someone like me, that hates your guts and now sees you as a danger to my life and the lives of others, to be your friend after you voted to hurt people like me? I've been tagged and followed by weird ass blogs that want to act like regular mutuals when they're disgusting cheese puff cultists.

Can't you stick to your fellow pure white christians and leave people like me alone?

You "disagree" with my existence and are stupid enough to say "Me disagreeing with your entire life doesn't mean I want you dead."

Actually yes it does. You view my personal life and even ethnicity as something sexual and kinky, but yet you vote to make my existence illegal.

I'm a porn trope for insipid boring people raised in echo chambers. An exotic gothic mommy with an accent and weird beliefs that makes me "interesting". I have a lot of friends similar to me in likes and style and we've always noticed the sick fascination these fascist fucks have for us.

We're a novelty. It's sorta like what a friend told me once.

"They love our food on Taco Tuesday but on Wednesday they're calling ICE once they've got the recipe they plan on gentrifying."

These fuckers even lie about who they voted for to get into relationships with us. All the more reason to alienate your asses. You know we don't like you and still want to be there.

You don't have to be included in everything. I've seen some assholes even say that an interracial relationship isn't really interracial if there's no white person involved. You guys really showed us your thirst to be included in everything by how you called Obama, a mixed Black/White man, Black, while saying that Harris, an Indian/Black woman, wasn't really Black.

You even ignored how qualified she was to call her a DEI hire. She was way too good to be your president. I said it. TOO GOOD to be your president.

You completely disregarded the fact she was mixed because she didn't have a white parent, but 2 POC as parents. Your side used whiteness to determine her race.

Okay, I'll leave that there but I get really intense like this as a mixed woman of ambiguous features that gets confused with multiple ethnic groups frequently...

Some of you want to destroy us, view us as pornographic, entertainment and exotic beings like a freaking zoo. Everything we do is somehow done to turn you on and entertain you in your messed up mindset.

(and I'm not attacking all white people with this. I'm only attacking the willfully ignorant af ones that refuse to learn how fucked up they are. I've explained this issue many times before and they still want to fuck up so bad and impose their presence on us as if we're obligated to accept them. Apparently they are the only ones allowed to tell us they don't believe we should exist)

Maga are the type to want to go to a drag queens show to have a good laugh at a performance while... Not seeing the performers as real people with lives beyond your temporary entertainment.

My first spouse was a drag queen. Yes, it's not that big a secret. He was my spouse but worked in drag. I witnessed both sides of a coin during my 6 years of marriage to him.

As a man during the day he was respected and even feared (he was very fit and tall) but as his drag persona, she was beautiful and full of so much charisma that everyone had to simply stop to stare at her... While she was also sexually harassed and touched without permission. Her feminine appearance drew in disgusting people that didn't see her as having a right to her personal space.

Although we had our own set of problems, my ex always fought for women and protecting them because of his own experiences. He had been abused as a child as well by people that want to assault "femininity" since he had been a "pretty child".

One man even stalked my spouse and I had to pick him up from work.

I know people are probably shocked that a drag queen would marry a woman but... We are both bisexuals and found comfort in each other. It didn't matter to us that we were "odd". To us that "oddness" was normal.

The reason why I bring this up is cos the people that harassed my spouse and felt entitled to her body while in her fem appearance where people that were considered pillars of religious communities and it recent times have publicly supported Trump as a "true christian".

See what I'm getting at here. A lot of people on your side have being seeing us as undeserving of our protected physical space. Consent is seen as a dirty word and "woke" to a lot of you.

You're even having a hard time respecting consent when people tell you they don't want you in their lives for voting Trump.

"You like looking at us. Laughing at our jokes, yet if you had a chance you'd lie about us and want us dead."

You want them to entertain you but call them "groomers" and child molesters.

I've got a friend of mine that's gay and the amount of shitty braindead right wing comments he gets of, "I don't agree with your "lifestyle choices" but you're funny so I like you as a person-"

Do you fucks even listen to yourselves? I bet you think it's bad to refuse service to a christian nationalist but go outta your way to justify spitting on a potential customer for being lgbt+.

I've always played around with the idea of using my "beliefs" to completely scorn your ilk. I can say, "I don't hate you even though I disagree with your lifestyle choices," whenever religion or politics come up.

A lot of you think only your religion and beliefs are the ones to be respected. I'm a bruja in my community. Half of my family is. It's part of our culture and there's christians wanting to be friends with the "spooky bitches" that would be burned at the stake or forced into their colonizing religion if they had their way.

Last time I went to a wedding of two of my fave besties some straight guy that was invited made disgusting jokes about joining them in their honeymoon for "real sex". He was drunk, duh, but he went further by obnoxiously saying he was "living every man's dream" by being in a lesbian wedding.

He used alcohol as an excuse and even cried when getting kicked out... But a drunken man's ramblings are a sober man's truth.

Umm, lesbians are not interested in your dicks. They want other women. They're not doing this for your entertainment. This is why I say... We can never be friends with people like you that see our lives as something to get off on. You don't even see us as human and these election results further cements that along with the fact that you can't seem to respect boundaries set by others.

As soon as someone says they don't want Trumpers in their blog for literally voting to fuck up their rights to live peacefully ... A Trumper interacts starting a boohoo argument.

If they don't want you, they don't want you. You don't have to be included in everything, especially when you voted to exclude people like us . You've clearly drawn a divisive line in the sand with your vote and seem to be refusing to see how you utterly fucked up.

Even disabilities are fetishized and seen as insignificant ffs. Like "I get off on this but I think you don't deserve ACA for this disability I sexualized".

These things are what has made me realize that we don't have to accept you. In fact I find it annoying that people assume that we have to be "tolerant" when we should have been far from tolerant. Your side has been the ones that have voted for years to strip us of rights to even our money. Yes, social security, that we paid for, is getting cut cos republicans are such assholes that see the money we earned as a privilege.

It isn't just people like me that are in danger due to others voting without doing proper research. If you planned retirement, you'll have to wait till your 70s now, ACA and Obamacare are the same thing and the amount of people blindly celebrating getting rid of "Obamacare" while keeping "ACA" is sad. My neighbors fell for it and voted Trump. One of them has cancer. They're white and old, but have cancer and voted Trump. I heard the wife literally crying for awhile after another neighbor told her exactly what she voted for.

Her treatment... She voted against it. Their kids don't want them cos of how hateful they are and these people are gonna lose all medical aid and get their SS cheques cut.

All because they voted stupidly. Wanting cheaper groceries and "hurting the woke agenda" really has you getting FAFO.

But this isn't our lesson to learn. Its your lesson to learn. It frankly pisses me off that we're dragged along for the ride of your own karmic fuck up. We knew what was at stake while you didn't even bother yourself to think of the repercussions coming from your votes.

This is is no longer a difference of opinion but proof to show how selfish and with fake morals you truly are.

This is why we can't be friends. This is why we don't want to be friends.

Us distancing ourselves is about as much respect as we will show cos it's obvious you hate us so much you'll hurt yourself for it.

I need to stop posting essays, lol. But I hope someone that isn't offended easily but is willing to learn can finally see the whole picture and understand why we're feeling this way. I would consider making a series to show our perspective and to educate the already present ignorant stereotypes but I couldn't be assed to do it.

I mainly write for my own selfish reasons. To vent my inner thoughts and find others like me so we can build community among our peers.

If you attack my post, I don't care. I said my piece. If you want a proper conversation because you really want to understand... I don't know if I have the patience for it but I'm sure you'll find someone else that will...

Going back to my horror marathons.

#us politics #politics #lgbtqia #elections #elections 2024 #personal #venting is a form of self cleansing and meditiation #personal articles to vent off negativity #long post #of various subjects

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lightfeltmemories · 1 year ago

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yandere! perv! shalnark smut in which shalnark is obsessed on watching reader (his normal civilian friend) through hidden cameras he placed on their house? 🤭🤭

i'm the same age as you btw!

HIDDEN

shalnark x female!reader | nsfw

tags: reader is afab, has breasts and vagina, discharge is mentioned a couple times? would that bother anyone? aw well, also, readers shower routine is based off of mine. ;P reader gets horny and masturbates because why not.

tw's: stalking, yandere stuff, mentions of non-con, pretty vague depiction of murder, the summary in of itself is already a trigger warning.

notes: this may be the last hxh request i'll take so far, sorry if this is half assed and pretty short i was kind of running out of ideas for how this would end xc.

w; 1.3k

minors, ageless or blank blogs do not interact

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isn't she beautiful?

the computer showing the figure of a young woman stripping off her work clothes in her bedroom, in an almost teasing way, or that's what he perceived it as.

once she was completely nude, her breast hanging without the support of that uncomfortable bra, her sweaty, used underwear most likely caked in discharge, she shape of her ass, ordinary on most but beautiful on her.

shalnark eagerly watched as she walks into the bathroom attatched to her room, closing the door behind her, his cock pressed against his pants. pretty much begging to be let free of it's confinement, but he wanted to tease himself a little more, waiting until she actually gets in the shower to jerk off.

she pulls the shower curtains away and turns the nobs to where the warm was lukewarm, leaning on a hotter temperature, some useless information he retained.

he knew she was stressed from work today, first having to deal with entitled, annoying customers, and once she leaves work, a scruffy old man follows her to her car in an attempt to get her number, she shoos him away like the pest he was.

little did she know, she thankfully would never see him again.

she steps in the shower, the water hits her body, making her jump, it must not be the right temperature.

the small camera she has yet to see shows her perfectly close, just sitting above in the upper right corner behind the showerhead, he could see her soaked tits, and the water swimming towards her pussy.

bending over to turn the knobs again, the image of him thrusting behind her appears in his head, he wonders how loud she'll moan as his cock plunges deep inside, hitting that one spot that's sure to make her crazy.

this action isn't new for him, he's watched her shower sessions for a while, and it never gets old, thankfully, chrollo hadn't called the spiders to get together in a number of months, so he had a lot of free time to spend, especially watching his dearest friend shower.

once she got it to the right temperature, she picks out her lavender scented organic castile soap, by this point, shalnark's cock is already out on full display, watching in anticipation as she pours some of the soap onto the small towel to wash off her body, she drags the towel in every crevice, her breasts jiggle and flop as she passes by them, cleaning them.

tiny leaks of pre-cum dripple down to his fingers, slowly pumping his fist as he watches her clean her body, the water washing away the soap.

she spreads her legs to let the water run through her pussy, getting a good view of it, her lips slightly spread open, using her fingers to open them even further, his cock twitches at the sight, he was blessed to have a friend with such a beautiful pussy.

even more precum spills out as he unintentionally jerks faster than anticipated, she was cleaning her pussy with the water, honestly, he's so desperate for her, she didn't even have to wash it, the musty smell of discharge and sweat wouldn't even bother him, he's a grown man who's had his fair share of pussy to eat.

she pulls out another soap, a scented body wash, what reads on the bottle says that is was more of a fruity, floral scent, her signature scent, with the perfume that matches almost exactly.

imagining himself smelling her after she dries herself off, on top of her freshly cleansed body, making love marks and bites, she moans his name and tells him to continue.

she once again washes her body, she soap's lather covering parts of her body, he's close to cumming fixating on the way her breasts move, every now and again she'll swipe underneath and let them fall comfortably back down, he might just cum right on the spot if she goes back to opening her legs.

shalnark removes his hand from his cock so that he won't cum too soon, there's still more he wants to see, and if he's lucky like last time, he gets to watch her play with herself.

his cock twitching at the thought, the way she fucked herself with that dildo, the way she rubbed her clit, the way she moaned.. god, he wished he could go back to the very moment he came from that.

but it's only been a few weeks almost a month since that happened, and she hasn't done it ever since.

however, this will do, her shower routine is boring and familiar yes, but it's her, the woman he wants oh so badly, the woman he's obsessed with, beyond obsessed.

the shower routine came to a close as she turns the knobs, the water stops, she hops out the shower to pick up the towel to wrap around her body, concealing it, he quickly switches cameras, to her room, where she walks into, the towel that was wrapped around her was taken off, she begins to wipe away any water, drying herself away, his cock painfully hard as he watches her dry herself, teasing his moist head, she drops the towel and walks over to her dresser; the same dresser her dildo was placed in.

was it about to happen again?

but to his disappointment, she pulled out a pair of underwear, closing the drawer.

she opens another drawer to pull out an oversized t-shirt, closing that drawer and throwing the clothes over onto the bed, where she goes to sit on afterwards.

he waits for what she's going to do next, the camera sits in the far left corner of her room, getting once again another perfect view of her bedroom.

she goes to lay on the bed, spreading her legs, getting another view of her pussy, she was wet, and not because of the water.

was she going to masturbate again?

her fingers travel down to her moistened pussy, spreading her lips with her index and ring finger, she uses her middle finger to dip into her hole to gather some of her slick, and make soft, teasing circles around her clit.

"fuck.." he curses under his breath as he rubs his cock at the same pace she was, he could see her pussy pulsing and twitching with each touch, more juices spilling out, she didn't moan this time, but still.

she reaches over to the small dresser beside her bed to open it, pulling out that same toy, turns out she placed the dildo in a different spot.

she wasted no time shoving the dildo into her wet hole, letting out a soft moan as it's all the way in, she continues to rub her clit with her middle finger, the pace gradually growing faster.

he was jerking so fast, fuck, he could cum in any minute now, this was too much for him, he so badly wished that dildo was replaced with his cock instead, a mere toy can only do so much.

"oh.. oh fuck im so.. close.." she moans softly as tears started to form in her eyes from the amount of pleasure she was experiencing, shalnark couldn't contain it, his cum splattering all over his stomach, breathing heavily as he draws out more.

she throws her head back, quickly removing the dildo as she squirts all over her bedsheets, laying there, breathing heavily, the both of them were.

he stares at the screen with half lidded eyes, watching her frame, he decided that it would be time to turn off his computer, staring at his now soft cock and the cum that lays on his stomach.

"what has she done to me?" he whispers to himself, does he feel .. shameful? has post nut clarity finally caught up with him?

no, he was just tired, he'll finally see her tomorrow anyways, getting up from his chair to clean himself off in his bathroom, wiping off the cum with a damp towel.

thinking about his plan, to kidnap her, and to finally have her all to himself, but on the bright side, she'll never have to worry about old sleezy men hitting on her again, now, would she?

#shalnark ryusei #shalnark x reader #shalnark x you #hunter x hunter #shalnark smut #shalnark x reader smut #hunter x hunter smut #yandere shalnark #yandere shalnark x reader

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moonyasnow · 2 months ago

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My OCs' JoJo Stands!

To anyone from JoJo fandom finding this: Hi :) I'm Moony! (they/them) My main fandom is something else (Twisted Wonderland) but I'm also a really big JoJo fan and have made Stands for 7/8 of my OCs! Hope you like them!

And for everyone else who kinda knows me already:

Not including Lisle because he didn't exist yet when I made these! The order of this goes in ascending order from how interesting I think the stand is, so ending with my favorite!

Also gonna be some spoilers-ish for: Part 3 (maybe??? I mention the name of two stands Part 5 (some character names, 2-3 fights I think?, and two Stands) I just wanna cover all my bases 👍

I might do another post with a bunch of my HCs on how they'd get along/not with canon characters (specifically in Part 5 since it's my favorite, but maybe some other misc characters I can see them having interesting relationship dynamics with) but for now here are their Stands!

(also Myzery if you're reading this, the reason I didn't tag you for Veronica is bc you don't watch JoJo and would have no idea what's going on 🥲)

Artemisia

Stand Name: Blackbird

Ability: Broken Wings

Info: Stand gives user the ability to create feathers of any size, shape and color they'd like, so long as they can be found in nature. User can, for example, form the feathers into the shape of a shield, or a parasol, or a pillow. The second, more often used ability lets user create a full suit made of feathers, along with a pair of big actual wings on her back. Just think of White Album's suit but made of feathers instead, with thin, translucent feathers in front of her face as a kind of visor. This way, she won't be seen by non-Stand users, since the feathers cover every inch of her body. It has a physical form in the suit, but it, much like Thoth, White Album's ice-suit and Hermit Purple's vines is not a humanoid Stand and instead in the form of a tool.

Method of Activation: at user's will

Limit: it, just like its user, is weak to sunlight. The Stand can only be in use for around 30 minutes while under direct sunlight, after which it will literally start to melt and burn. So the best use of this Stand is at night, with a suit made of black feathers.

Range: 5m

Spike

First of all; I'm gonna be 100% transparent and say that both his Stand, as well as Spike himself actually, originated from this fic!

The basic gist of it is that, it's a fic where a male reader (bordering on OC) was one of the Stardust Crusaders, later went on to have a thing with Bucciarati, and later had to leave to help the fight in Part 6. I think I've changed Spike enough that he and the character in this fic are no longer the same, but the description of how the Stand looks (maybe also how it works??? It's been a while; I don't 100% remember) is lifted directly from this So I wanted to give credit! (btw please read it, it's so good)

Stand Name: Skillet

Ability: Spikes

Info: Can make razor sharp spikes appear anywhere the Stand touches. Can also throw spikes like bullets. Whenever user gets too angry, shows up unprompted and snarls at the target of Spike's ire.

Method of Activation: At user's will

Limit: If not careful, could harm allies, and user himself, with spikes, too. A real double-edged sword.

Range: 2-10m (Stand can only go two meters away but the spikes can show up as far as 10 meters away if Skillet makes contact with the same surface— such as the ground)

Appearance description:

The Stand itself has deep red skin, wears a spiked blindfold over its eyes, and even though its mouth has been sewn shut with something that looks like thin metal wire, it wears a muzzle. Two giant spikes go through its hands, as well as through its entire torso just below the collar bones, and it has sharp, black claws instead of fingers. There are spikes coming out of its head, too.

Tomoe

Stand Name: Good Charlotte

Ability: record-making, poison

Ability Name: Chronicles of Life, Chronicles of Death

Info: For the ability 'Chronicles of Life', if Stand has a piece of something— DNA from a person, a piece of an object, etc— it can analyze it and find out about its history, after which it will produce a historical document, its shape depending on the time and culture the object came from. Once created, a document can not be destroyed through killing the user, but can be burned or destroyed in the same way as any other book, scroll or tablet. User can also wish for the Stand to hone in on a specific angle when making a Chronicle. For the ability 'Chronicles of Death', the Stand has sharp quills it uses to write with, and if user chooses, Good Charlotte can shoot the quills like projectiles at a target. The ink the Stand uses is poisonous to living things when wet, leading to a slow but painless death that looks and feels like falling asleep— it usually takes 10 minutes to work to its full effect.

Method of Activation: At user's will

Limit: It records details you might see written down in a historical document or an old myth or legend, meaning more mundane details are often ignored unless user tells it to specifically hone in on a specific angle. The smaller the material Stand has to work with, the more incomplete the Chronicle will be. And as far as the poisonous ink goes, the ink dries very quickly, meaning a subject would need to be no further away than maybe two meters for the ink to actually poison them, so ranged projectiles are not poisonous. And if the poison is extracted within 10 minutes, the subject will only be asleep for a few hours before waking up again.

Range: 1m

I don't have any art for this one, so here's a description instead:

Red, black, white and gold colors cheme

Skin is a vibrant deep red color and its body looks a bit like a metallic ball-joint-doll, lower arms being a white color with black fingers, and lower legs white with black feet. Two golden, pupil-less eyes, no mouth or nose. Wears a monocle with many lenses over its left eye, each lense added giving an enhanced zoom-in effect. It wears a darker red toga with a gold and black same-komon pattern. On the back of its head, it wears a big, golden bow.

Irina

Stand Name: Copycat

Ability: Persuasion

Ability Name: Copy That, Copycat

Info: User can persuade a subject to stop being mad at and/or like them more, and the mirror on Copycat's face shows the faces of the people currently being affected. In this state, user can much more easily persuade someone of almost anything so long as the user has a somewhat believable story, and during it Copycat whispers in their ear. And when its mirror is in use, Copycat will imitate the body language and personality of whoever reflected in its mirror it's standing the closest to, letting the user take notes on what kind of behavior would work best to truly persuade the person in front of them with. It's a Stand that's very good for reconnaissance, buying time, can function similarly to a bribe, or could potential lower a subject's guard somewhat. Though, it's not very useful on its own in combat, since when someone has decided to kill you, getting within two meters of them is not a good idea. If she was ever separated from Copycat, like what happened with Fugo and Purple Haze in the Illuso fight, it would try to search for her, then sit down on the ground, hug itself and tremble if it couldn't find her. If it found someone Irina knows who isn't actively hostile, it'd try to jump toward them and cling to their leg.

Method of Activation: Subject looking into Copycat's mirror while within a meter of it.

Limit: Only works on up to 10 people at a time, and the potency decreases the more subjects the ability is split between. If subject(s) has been outside of Stand's range for an hour, the effect wears off.

Range: 2m total. The Stand itself cannot travel further than one meter away from her body, and can affect someone standing at most a meter away, so a total of two meters.

Copycat has a lot of potential to grow. Right now, its user is extremely timid, and feels way too guilty about using its abilities at all to feel confident in its use.

But if she were to become a bit more confident, a bit more willing to use that power, Copycat could become a truly scary stand— one that can puppet people's minds to its user's ends.

Just like Giorno said in the fight against Cioccolata, a Stand is someone's unconscious will given form, so if someone feels guilt or hesitancy about using their ability, it acts as a form of brake.

Junia

Stand Name: Mother Knows Best

Ability: Listen to your mother

Info: Stand causes subject to misremember instructions they've been give, instead remembering a distorted version of often very strange things to do that, if precisely followed, will lead to the best possible outcome. Stand can be used on both user or unrelated subject. Can also be used for some light combat. If Mother hits a subject on request of the user, that person will get the same horrible, dizzying headache and nosebleed as when its instructions are not followed. If Stand is upset and has given subject headache, anyone who touches the Stand will get the same headache.

Method of Activation: Subject needs to be given advice or instructions by someone, and Mother needs to touch them.

Limit: If the instructions of Mother Knows Best are not very precisely followed, the outcome will be disastrous, and Mother turns red in anger, also giving the subject who disobeyed the orders a severe, dizzy headache and a nosebleed. Ability can also only be used once every 12 hours, whether that be on the user or another person.

Range: 3m

At first when she discovers her Stand, she's very unsure about the instructions it gives her, and might end up not following them exactly because she doesn't trust herself, which just ends in her getting a nose bleed and a horrible headache. And she's a bit on edge whenever she sees it because she feels like it's judging her all the time— watching her for mistakes just like her mother used to.

She needs to learn that this is her ability, and to trust her own powers in order to make the best use of Mother Knows Best.

At some point she named her Stand 'Mother Knows Best', though usually she just shortens it down to 'Mother'.

She's really good at flower fortunes— and the crazy part is that her flower fortunes are right every single time without fail.

When she or someone else asks a question, her Stand activates and makes her misremember the question as something else but also related. Then she asks the person who asked the question to turn around while she consults the flower. She started doing this because a pair of invisible hands— well, invisible to all but her— picking off the petals one by one and whispering 'yes' or 'no' to her as it picks them looks creepy to most people.

Then she turns around and says the fortune.

Just as an example, if they asked if they can see their crush tomorrow, Mother Knows Best might rearrange the question to make her hear 'will (crush) eat rotten fish today'. Then when Junia turns around and says that yes, (crush) will be eating rotten fish today. The person asking might think it's weird and not trust it. Then the next day, their crush is nowhere to be seen. And the day after that, when they see each other again, the crush tells them they had to stay home the day prior with food poisoning— the fish they had for dinner was apparently rotten.

Since she herself isn't actually aware of her Stand, she never does this consciously— in her perspective, it just happens every time she does a flower fortune.

But, her mother has told her that her flower fortunes are a waste of time, so she doesn't do it a lot anymore, even though she thinks it's fun.

Veronica

Stand Name: Crane Wife

Ability: Paper

Ability Name: Unraveling, Curses

Info: A medium-range combat Stand made entirely out of origami, looks like a simplified 3D paper version of the user, wearing hakama pants, a crop top and it’s hair up in a ponytail. Though the face has no eyes, nose or mouth, only a pair of eyebrows to let you know how it's feeling. It's also possible for two spots on the Stand's cheeks to be dyed into two perfect circles of reddish pink if it— and by extension the user— is feeling flustered. This is its most common form, a small origami crane being the second most common. The ability 'Unraveling' allows it to fold itself up to a maximum size of 100square feet, into any shape without getting any thicker, making it able to fit under any gap. The paper is extremely durable and not easily cut through, but also incredibly sharp— sharp enough to let the Stand use a sword made of the paper. It's an incredibly powerful Stand, and if no water, fire or strong wind is present, it's almost unbearable. Almost. It's a Glass Canon of a Stand: incredibly powerful at the cost of being incredibly easy to harm once something gets close enough. And also the ability 'Curses' lets the user cut off a small part of the stand and ascribe an effect to it, then fuse it to a subject's skin, after which it lasts for 30 minutes, then falls off. The effect is to make the subject experience some type of pain— anything from feeling as though the part of the body it's attached to it is on fire, frozen, being put through a meat-grinder, etc. though it does not actually harm the subject in any way. Curses also takes a toll on its user, as it has to sacrifice large amount of energy to tear off a piece of the Stand. Its worst weakness is fire— fire will instantly set it aflame, and user could die if Stand is not put out. It's an off-white color and cannot be dyed, and thus quite easy to spot. It is possible to write on, but the writing disappears if Stand is called back. It's a surprisingly talkative Stand; whenever Veronica tries to hide or lie about her emotions, it comes out of its own volition and voices her emotions for her, unless she tries very, very hard to keep it from doing so. It can be anything, from cussing someone out, to giving them praise. Or, going over to someone Veronica secretly really likes, laying down on its stomach, kicking its feet in the air with elbows on the ground, hands holding its face up, two reddish pink circles on its face, just staring at them.

Method of Activation: At user's will

Limit: Weak to fire, water and winds above 40mph. The body itself is also not very stable. A glass canon, basically— if she is hit in battle, that's usually it.

Range: 30m

The left is the Combat/regular form, and the right is the Scout form (the little origami crane)

Victor

Stand Name: Oh Hello

Ability: Necromancy

Ability names: Wormwood, Danse Macabre

Info: The ability 'Wormwood' lets the Stand take the corpses of any non-human animal and twist them into Frankenstein creatures that do the user's bidding. The user can choose to see through the eyes of one creature at a time. The creatures can also be just the unaltered corpses of animals, but the less altered they are the likelier it is they will be disobedient, though it is easier and takes less time than creating one from scratch. The creatures can do things like spy for their User, attack the User's enemies, collect things for the user, bury things, or simply act as companions; pets. The creatures 'live' until one of their organs are affected. User can create however many creatures they want, however, the more they create at once the less smart, cooperating and refined— and thus easier to destroy— the creatures will be. Any corpse will do, but use fresh ones for the best result— the creatures will continue to rot while they're reanimated, and at a faster rate than if they were left untouched. The ability 'Danse Macabre' allows user to give a group of Creatures the same order and have them all act at once— normally, the more Creatures the user gives orders to, the more energy it takes. But Danse Macabre lets user give one singular order to the entire army. Though, it automatically gives the same order to every single Creature, meaning no other orders can be performed at that time. Wormwood can also choose to reanimate just one singular bone— though it won't be able to do anything. For a Creature to be useful, they must be able to move, which means the body must have the muscles and bone structure necessary TO move.

Method of Activation: User touching the corpse of an animal.

Limit: The creatures only 'live' until the next sunrise after they were first created— after that they fall apart into bloody bits of gore and then turn to dust.

Range: 3m

Oh Hello is a hulking, dark blue blue, robotic torso with a cute white and brown cartoon dog head with a halo above it. It sounds like a dog. Its small, adorable cartoon mouth shaped like a sideways 3 isn't its true mouth. If you get close enough to it, its true mouth opens, and it's giant, filled with razor sharp teeth.

And here are the songs their Stands were named after!

Here's the website I used to make the parameters

Annnnd here's some miscellaneous art!

Tagging my moots who I know like JoJo >:3

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(if I forgot someone PLEAAAAAASE LET ME KNOW. I need to have you all on a L I S T so I know who I can yap about JoJo with 👁️👁️)

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