#dni’s are already fascinating but this is particular

[szczylpierdolony]

it’s so interesting to me how often you can find ed/pro ana bloggers on dni lists

[talesofadragon]

𝟓𝟎 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧

Summary: In a twist of fate, the seemingly heartless and enigmatic Draco Malfoy found himself falling deeply in love. His affection for Y/N knew no bounds, but he couldn't resist the temptation to test her patience. However, when he succumbs to the advances of a particular Slytherin girl, he soon realizes that he may have gotten more than he bargained for.

Warnings: Sexual themes. Minors DNI.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Genre: Fluff | Smut  

Word count: 2.1K

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𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰. Unapologetically and effortlessly, those people embrace the lackluster, emanating an aura that brings the moons and the stars of the universe to their knees. 

Draco Malfoy fell into that category. 

In the middle of the raging lights and the tumultuous fray, he sat back in the dark corner of the Slytherin Common Room, leisurely sipping a glass of Firewhiskey. At first glance, he was imposing. Veiny fingers, undoubtedly dexterous in their deathly ministrations. A chiseled jaw that commanded obedience from every man. And eyes that, although we’re mesmerizing pools of silver, held a hint of acidic intensity with every gaze.

Draco Malfoy was thought to be darkness in human form. Perhaps several individuals would concur, whether out of fascination or apprehension. But that was because none of them saw him through my eyes. 

In his nights, I saw the moon. In his shades of obsidian, I found depths unknown. In his prowess, I sought the nightjar, whose darkened plumage painted my soul with a mesmerizing array of vibrant hues.

And I despised, abhorred, anyone who dared to try and get close enough to bask in his glow.

“Y/N, sometimes I regret ever introducing you to Draco,” Clarissa remarked. I shot her an unimpressed glance. She continued dancing without missing a beat, leaving me the only one standing idle in the middle of a crowded room. “You have that devilish look in your eyes.” 

“Well, the she-devil has her eyes, and hands, all over him.” 

Clarissa's lips twitched, forming an amused grin. Her gaze shifted towards the girl with dark hair and an extremely form-fitting dress, which left little to the imagination, who shamelessly ran her hand along my boyfriend's arm.

“He’s not even looking at her.” 

“He’s letting her touch him!” 

“He’s not.” She rolled her eyes, brushing off the comment. One of her hands took mine, urging me to dance to the upbeat tone of the music that engulfed us. “He’s looking at you and is most likely enjoying getting under your skin.” 

“He’s being a dick,” I groaned in frustration. Clarissa was giving me her “well duh” expression. 

“He’s Draco. If you ask about him, you’ll have a porn site worth of dick picks and stories that perfectly describe your aggravating boyfriend.” 

I arched an eyebrow, subconsciously convincing myself that it was a common behavior and not something unique to Draco. “Remind me again what his relationship to your boyfriend is. Oh, that’s right, he’s his brother.” 

“Atlas is a sweetheart! Sometimes, I sincerely think he was adopted,” she argued. 

“Clearly not,” I countered. I nudged my head toward the table, catching sight of the girl in the navy dress leaning her body closer to my boyfriend’s chest. “If he’s licking his lips at the sight of that girl’s cleavage.” 

Clarissa whipped her head at the speed of light. I was surprised her neck didn’t snap. Her rage immediately molded into distaste when she noticed that Atlas wasn’t licking his lips as I said, but he was straining his neck, attempting to look away from the boob job that was begging for attention. 

“She’s a bitch.” 

“As am I,” I replied swiftly. Clarissa frowned, glancing back at me. By that time, the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor had already begun, even though the music drowned out their noise.

Draco seemed impervious to the blaring musical notes as his silver eyes locked onto mine, capturing my movement. He had the audacity to smirk against the rim of his glass, going as far as to open the palm of his hand, indulging in the girl’s ministrations. 

Atlas, seated on the same couch as his brother but a few feet away, wore a bemused expression. He bit his lip, gaze wandering between me and Clarissa, who was trailing after me. 

As I crossed the two steps that separated me from my boyfriend, the harsh clicking of my heels echoed through the room. The blush on my cheeks seemed to mirror the hue of my dress, drawing attention toward me. Perfect, I inwardly mused, locking eyes with Draco. He observed my every move with his now grey irises, resembling a tempestuous landscape anticipating the thunder to unleash its chaos.

Confident and without a hint of hesitation, I made my way to his table, disregarding the curious onlookers, the girl with longing eyes, and even our friends. Choosing to ignore them all, I straddled his lap, allowing our lips to collide.

He must have expected my harshness or maybe my fire, but it was clear that he hadn’t anticipated my dominance. Draco Malfoy faltered, proved by the sound of the glass shattering on the floor and the shrieks of the nameless woman beside us. 

One of his hands fisted the fabric of my dress, clinging to the small of my back, while the other slithered into my hair. My hands, on the other hand, assaulted his neck. One wrapped itself around it while the other trekked down his collarbone, swiftly uncaging the second button of his shirt. 

As expected, Draco tried to dominate the kiss, attempting to force my tongue into submission. And while on a regular day, when my body was electrified by the dominance of his touch and my consciousness succumbed to the pressure of his pleasuring body, I would have relented. Today was anything but a regular one. 

I pushed past the overwhelming ecstasy that clouded my racing thoughts, attempting to transform them into incoherent murmurs, and assaulted Draco’s tongue. His hands began to trail my body, the one in my hair errantly moving towards my own neck. 

Immediately, I tightened my hold around his neck, restricting him further from the air we both so desperately craved. He gasped, hands falling to my waist and clutching me tighter. I teased him, bringing my lips close to his, allowing him to steal the breath coming out of my own mouth and greedily take it for himself. 

It lasted no more than two seconds because I knew this was a punishment and not a reward. I dove in again. Tongue-first, exploring the walls and ceiling of his mouth. Draco couldn’t keep his own tongue at bay, and I didn’t want him to. Before he could coax me into accepting his sensual offer, I let go of his lower lip and sucked on his tongue. 

Draco moaned. A sound that was both undiluted and unrestrained; I was sure he had forgotten where he was. His hips jolted, searching for friction. And when I didn’t grant it willingly, his hand found my thighs and hoisted me up until I was shamelessly grinding on him. 

“Moan for me,” he commanded huskily, voice breaking at the seams from being a captive of pleasure. 

I didn’t just want to moan. I wanted to roar from the way his crotch caressed my clothed pussy, squeezing the juices out of me and letting them trail down my thighs. 

But I didn’t. “Moan for me,” I rebuked, letting my fingers cradle the nape of his neck, pulling on his silver locks. Another moan rippled through the air, reaching my clit. And I knew if I didn’t stop any time soon, I would be the one moaning and begging on this very couch. “Good boy.” 

Draco’s eyes widened at the remark, his sharp eyes piercing mine. Immediately, I let go of him, standing up.

I dusted my dress, adjusting the neckline which almost exposed my breasts completely. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there,” I commented with feigned innocence. This particular area only had a handful of students huddled around, and the one closest to us was a mere few feet away. The girl beside my boyfriend, Pansy Parkinson, didn't need an education to understand that I was directing my words at her.

Her jaw ticked, breath coming out ragged—maybe she was having a sex marathon in her head, getting off on the thought of my boyfriend and me. “I wish I hadn’t seen you at all,” she conceded, hastily scurrying away.

As she left, I saw Clarissa standing behind me. A shadow of confusion crossed over her features, quickly replaced by amusement. “Well, now that she’s gone. Why don’t we give Draco a few minutes to hide that bulge he’s sporting? Atlas, wanna dance?” 

“After what just happened, I won't let any chance slip away to have you close to me, Clares.” He wasted no time getting up. He side-eyed his brother for a moment, unable to hide his smirk. “Here.” Atlas reached out for his Elf Wine, extending it to Draco. “You look flushed. Why don’t you cool off a bit like a good boy?” 

Ignoring our collective laughter, Draco swatted the glass away from his face. He regarded me with an air of irritation, his pupils heavily dilated. 

“Remember when I warned you that it’s much harder for men to mask their wants? Bet you wish you were less of a dick now,” I taunted, earning myself a loud cheer from Atlas and an uproarious laugh from Clarissa. 

Draco had yet to say anything, and I knew he was meticulously considering the retributions he would inflict upon me for this audacious move. But I didn’t care. With a skip in my step, I turned around and strutted away. But before I could make my grand escape, a hand firmly wrapped around my wrist, halting my movements. In the blink of an eye, I was flung onto the couch, landing right where my boyfriend had been sitting just seconds before.

“Draco!” Atlas chastised. He was already taking a step forward, visibly astounded by his brother’s brisk action. Even Clarissa was worried. 

But I wasn’t. 

Draco didn’t spare either of them a glance as he let his gaze fall onto mine. The pools of silver were sizzling, menacing, and fierce—ready to consume me whole. But they were also lustrous, encasing ardent desire. And I found myself getting far more aroused than afraid by the visceral passion they exuded. 

Draco took three meaningful steps toward me, his agile strides reminding me that I was the prey to his snake. He stopped at a short distance, letting one of his hands extend to the back of the couch while the other casually reached for an abandoned shot on our table. 

“Open that sinful mouth of yours, Y/N.” I obeyed. Because if I didn’t, I would self-combust. Screw whatever punishment the devil has for me. I would take it without another word if it meant relieving some of that desire between my legs. “Good girl. Take it all, but don’t you dare swallow yet,” Draco demanded as he filled my mouth with the electrifying drink. 

My eyes welled up, stinging from the searing pain that consumed my mouth and pierced my heart, yet I resisted the urge to close them. Draco disregarded the empty shot glass and tenderly stroked my cheek with his free hand. The weight of the onlookers' gazes bore down on us, but I felt a profound sense of gratitude that the Malfoys were influential and esteemed enough that no one would dare intervene in what they were witnessing.

I squeaked when Draco took my cheek between his fingers and forced the burning drink outside of my mouth. I could feel my heart shuddering as the liquid trailed down my neck to my chest and the valley of my breasts. 

I couldn’t stop staring at Draco while desperately clenching my thighs. Of course, he was too engrossed with the trek the alcohol was taking down my body. 

“Draco,” I whined, practically begging for his touch. The bastard smirked, ever so slowly coming closer. 

“Starshine,” he breathed against my breasts. Immediately, his hand sneaked down, reaching for my thighs. His fingers dug deep into my skin. I moaned, then I cried out in pleasure when his tongue darted out of his mouth, tracing the remains of the alcohol all the way from my chest to my mouth. He hovered over my lips, his silent exhale caressing my mouth. “If I were any less of a dick, I’m sure you’d still cry out for me.”

He pushed himself off my body, the sheer abruptness of his actions causing me to wince. “Wh—”

“Go dance, Y/N,” he said. No, he dared. It was obvious what he was doing. Bold and bright in the middle of the night. He knew I needed him, craved him. And he reveled in the thought. 

So, I did what any sane woman would do. I straightened my hair, fixed my clothes, and rushed to his arms. “I wanna dance with you,” I whispered against his lips. He met mine in a sensual dance, and before I knew it, he was already leading me out of the Common Room and into his arms.

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So this happened unexpectedly. Slightly inspired by that one scene from Culpa Mia (My Fault). Hope y’all like it.💚

[izvmimi]

cw: minors dni. smut. shoto faps to asmr of you!

shoto might as well be in an inferno, even if it's one of his own making.

if anyone could see him now, legs tangled in a mess of bedsheets and skin drenched in sweat, pulling fitfully at his cock, he'd look an embarrassment. after all, no one knows about this fascination he has with you, a simple figment of his imagination. no one knows he falls asleep listening to your imagined sweet, sweet voice. no one knows that he knows every octave, the particular lilt of your voice, and the deepness of your moans like the back of his hand.

hah... hah...

you never call his name, just a generic 'you' slipped into dialogue meant to be meaningless flirty banter, slowly devolving into cries of passion. oh, how he wishes you'd just say shoto once, make the experience for him and only him, something unique as he thumbs over his slit and pinches a nipple to force himself closer to orgasm.

"you're so good, so-" your recorded cry as you finally crescendo stutters the already erratic bucking of his hips into his own climax and he's loud too as he cums, long, stripes of cum spurting far towards the ceiling as his heels dig into the mattress.

he can only conjure the image of your body, a treasure of which he'll never hold, but would never resist the chance to lave his tongue over pebbled nipples and wrap you securely in his arms.

it's just a fantasy, but one he'll keep replaying.

[im-ovulating]

(A/n: Told you it'd be up soon😅😘)

Word Count: 2,007

Summary- How do you expect Lucio to deny a treat such as yourself?

Warnings: Con Noncon, Mentions of "deflowering" (social construct but🤷‍♀️), anal, a singular slap at the beginning, fingering, unprotected sex- no creampie, let me know if i missed any

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Count Lucio x Male! Reader: Corruption + Anal; Kinktober 2023

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The palace library is filled with the steady shuffling of paper as you flip through various spell books.

Asra has been trying to teach you how to enter the Arcana Realm on your own but you just can't seem to grasp it. So here you are: sorting through book after book to try to figure it out. Sure, Asra would be more than happy to give you extra help, but you can't bring yourself to ask. Not after everything they have done for you already.

Just as you let out a sigh, about to give up for the day, the library doors slam open. You don't even have to look to know who it is. But you do, because he's the count and something about respect, yada yada yada.

You politely nod in acknowledgement even though you're trying to keep your eye from twitching in annoyance. You're already stressed between Asra's new task and the general mayhem that comes from being the count's personal magician.

Namely, the count's particular fascination with making you do measly magic tricks as though you're a court jester - it makes you regret ever accepting the Countess's offer.

"Ah! Y/n! What a wonderful surprise!" Count Lucio exclaims as he strides over to you.

As if he came to the library for any reason other than wanting to bother you.

"Count Lucio," you deadpan, continuing to flip through the pages in front of you.

He perches on the table, not bothering to move the priceless tomes and scrolls. You cringe as the papers crinkle and crunch under his weight.

"I'll never understand why you choose to bury yourself in such a dark, dusty room," he absently flips a book closed as he glances at the papers with a screwed up face. "If I didn't know any better I would think you like these books more than me~"

'Guess you don't know better, then…' you think bitterly.

"Do you require my assistance with something, your Excellency?"

His lips twist into a nasty smirk, sending a chill down your spine.

"I do, actually~"

Rubbing your temples you bookmark the tome you're looking through and set it aside. "And that would be with..?"

Over the course of your time at the palace, you've come to learn that the count has little to no regard for personal space when it comes to the people he favors, -unfortunately, you're one of the most favored of his staff- so you don't think much of it as he grabs your wrist and brings your hand toward him.

That is, until he places your hand on his lap. Specifically, his notably hard crotch.

His grip tightens when you move to yank your hand back.

"Sir-"

"Ah, ah ah~ You know what happens to people who upset me~" The Count chides.

The threat behind his words makes you freeze as images flash through your mind.

Various staff members who have been executed in various ways. From public hangings to being chased down by Mercedes and Melchior.

"There's a smart boy~" Count Lucio sing-songs. "You will do as I say, when I say it. Understand?"

Your jaw is set as you numbly nod.

"Good boy… Now, strip." He commands as releases your wrist to shrug off his jacket, leaving his torso bare.

You'd be lying if you said the count wasnt insanely attractive. Or that you hadn't thought about almost this exact situation before. But reality is different from fantasies.

A slap to the face snaps you out of your thoughts. You keep your head snapped to the side as he speaks.

"I said: strip."

With no other choice, you stand, slowly peeling layer after layer off until you're standing bare before him. Keeping your eyes to the ground, you wait for his next order as embarrassed tears prick at your eyes.

"Fuck… Look at you- better than I imagined." He breathes.

The tears slip down your cheeks as the praise causes your cock to start to twitch to life.

Horror dawns on you as you realize he said 'Imagined'... That means he's thought this… That he planned it. Oh, gods…

"C'mere."

His voice brings you back. Numbly, you move your legs until you're in front of him. He yanks you to stand between his legs.

"Open your mouth." Dropping your jaw open, your hands clench into fists at your side. Why you? Why couldn't this be happening to another staff member?

You know it's an awful thought, but you can't help it.

His fingers are heavy on your tongue as he slides them in to the knuckle. "Now suck."

The count's intense gaze never leaves you as you suck and swirl your tongue around his digits. You close your eyes in shame as your cock stands at attention between you. You know it's just a primal response, but the disgrace still fills you.

Even more so when you acknowledge the small part of you that's enjoying the attention. The part of you that whispers about all the times you imagined being bent over by him and fucked until you couldn't walk; reminds you of all the times you've feverishly tugged at yourself to the thougbt of him until you were spilling into your bath water.

After his fingers are thoroughly slicked, Count Lucio pulls his hand back and slips it behind you. You jump as you feel his wet fingers slip between your ass cheeks and trace around your hole.

"Wait!" You yelp, taking a step back. Which, with the way the pressure makes his finger breach you, does anything but help the heat in your face. "What are you doing?"

The count's head tilts to the side as he leans back against his metal arm. You try not to let the way his abs tense with the movement get to you. Try.

Raising an eyebrow he says, "Well, I was going to prepare you to take my cock, but, if you'd prefer no preparation, I'm happy either way…"

His dismissive attitude has you sputtering.

"So?" He asks, "Prepped or not prepped?"

"Well- I- Um- Wh-" You can feel the heat in your chest with how embarrassed you are. You're standing in front of Vesuvia's ruler, as naked as the day you were born, being asked how you like to be fucked. Please let a hole open up beneath you and swallow you whole…

Count Lucio rolls his eyes and huffs a sigh, "Prepped it is. Now- forearms on the table." He stands from his perch.

Hesitating, you just glance between him and the table. This is actually happening…

"Now."

His tone carries the authority of the fearless commander he's known to be and it has you shuddering as you lean over a couple scrolls.

"Good boy~"

You suck in a breath at the appraisal. Your hips jerk as he starts to push his fingers into you once more.

He pushes the first finger in until what you guess is the second joint before pulling it out and joining it with another finger. The count slowly starts to scissor you open.

"This is wrong…" you whimper out and the dirty feeling washing over you. "This is so, very wrong…" Fresh tears flow from your eyes as the count ruins you.

"Oh, baby, the only thing wrong right now, is you." You can feel his warmth as he leans over you to whisper in your ear. His fingers continue to force small whines from your lips as they pump in and out of you. "This isn't right, the body isn't meant for this…"

"Wait a minute-" Count Lucio pauses with a grin. "You don't mean the situation, do you?" Your bottom lip trembles as you shake your head.

"Please, don't do this to me," you whisper as your forehead falls to the table in defeat.

"Oh~" you can hear the growing smirk in his voice.

"Oh, I'm going to ruin you, my little magician~" he growls out.

His fingers start up with a renewed vigor and he speaks.

"Gonna ruin this tight little hole. Gonna ruin you for anyone else; you're never gonna be able to even think about anyone else after I'm done with you."

All of a sudden his fingers are gone and something much bigger is pushing at your rim. When did he undo his pants?

"Please… Lucio-"

Before you can get the rest of your plea out, you're interrupted.

"Godsdamn it-" He groans. "Drop the "Count" from now on. My name sounds so good coming from your lips, baby…"

You cry out as the count starts to push in. Not out of pain, but because you're never going to be intact again. Facing the ultimate shame has you once again cursing at the Arcana for not choosing someone else to be deflowered in this way.

You're sobbing into the tabletop by the time Lucio bottoms out. You can feel his metal fingers contrasting his flesh on your opposite hip; the sharp, gold digits digging into your skin as he starts to pull out.

You're babbling various pleas and protests as he thrusts back in. Your words fall on deaf ears as he starts to pick up the pace. Your cries mix with his pleasured curses fill the otherwise empty library.

One particularly hard thrust has you screaming out in pleasure and pain as he slams into your prostate- over and over the bundle of nerves takes the hits. Over and over you clench your eyes as you jaw goes slack. The most obscene noises leave you, noises you didn't know you could make.

"Fucking hell-" Lucio hisses as he snaps his hips against yours, "Feel so fucking good; look at you sucking me in so eagerly. And to think- hah- you were so against this."

You can't bring yourself to answer. Your cheek is smushed against the wooden table as you get shoved up and down it with every thrust. The shiny surface fogs with each pant and moan that escapes you.

You can feel yourself climbing closer and closer to the edge, your balls start to tighten as the pain of neglect becomes almost too much for your leaking cock.

"Please…" You don't know what you're begging for at this point. You've already been ruined. Why not capitalize on it?

"Please, Lucio… I- I can't-'' You're still sobbing, but it's more from frustration than anything by now. The pleasure coursing through you with each stroke too much yet not enough. Not enough to make you cum.

In your desperation, you sneak your hand beneath you, damning any shame that action makes you feel, and grip the base of your cock, stroking your hand in time with Lucio's thrusts.

"Hah- Aughhh~" Your eyes roll back at the added pleasure, your hazy mind forgetting how wrong this is.

"C'mon," Lucio growls behind you. "C'mon, baby- cum for me." His grip is searing as his movements get somehow wilder. More erratic, more rough. It makes you insane.

With a final hit to your prostate, you cum with a cry. Your vision dances with black as you feel a sudden emptiness followed by something warm hitting the back of your thighs.

"Fuck…"

You don't know who says it… It could have been both of you for all you know.

"You okay, baby?" Lucio asks, taking his jacket and pulling you up, into a hug. "I wasn't too rough?"

A small smile plays at your face as you think back to the scene that just played out.

"It was perfect…" you nuzzle into his bare chest. "Thank you for indulging me, I know it's a bit weird to get turned on by that kind of stuff…"

Lucio rests his chin on your head as he speaks, "It's not weird baby boy- out of the ordinary, maybe, but it's not weird. And if I can help you indulge in even a fraction of your fantasies, then I've done my job right."

He lifts your chin up to place a kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, finally landing on your lips.

Reblogs are appreciated!🛐

[lawomi]

From the Start - Trans!Law x GN!Reader

Chapter 1 (Revised Dec. 2024)

LinkTree Request status, Ao3, Bsky, ext

Masterlist

When you were young you became close to Bepo's family after being force fed a devil fruit. In present day the Mink and Heart Pirates face Jack the Drought as we wait for Law to finish his business in Dressrosa.

Minors DNI ; FTS Revised ch 2 is up on Ao3!

CWs: Childhood abuse, Assault, Waterboarding, Devil Fruit force feeding, Parental Death mention, Sibling Death mention, Law does not appear until next chapter :'(

Years ago, you lived on the island of Zou. As a wolf mink in particular, you served under Nekomamushi. You awoke each night - as is custom - and trained to keep your country safe, the core regimen of your basic education. 

Unfortunately, among the mink tribe you weren’t quite up to standard.  

For one, your control over electro did not come easily. It took time to control the charges your wild fur would build; most mink had it down pat once they had fur.  

Secondly, your combat skills were lacking: your kind nature made it difficult to fight real opponents. Your punches and kicks would stop short of landing your target.  

Thirdly, you were the only piebald mink in Zou. 

“If you can’t hit us, how can we trust you to hit an intruder?!” The kits would yell at you. You were failing Zunesha! You weren’t the protector Zou required each citizen to be. 

When isolated the bullying would only worsen. They would assault you, throwing rocks or fists. Without adults around it was easy for them to take advantage of you. You made it home often with your hair in tatters, your fur ragged, your paws and face caked in blood and dirt.  

Your mother – excessively worried – helped you clean up, but your father was always outraged. He often yelled at you, scolding you for not having fought back or suggesting you simply never go out again. He increased your anxiety, causing you to shut down and sob in a ball, insisting he’d go out and make the adults of those children pay despite your protesting. The embarrassment would burn in your cheeks, the thought anyone would get hurt and it was your fault augmented your already fragile adolescent self-esteem. 

Often, you found yourself at the center of Zou’s Whale Forest under the Whale Tree to escape these circumstances. You liked to sit along the tree’s rimmed underbelly and – with your excellent night vision – you read a book.  

Other than the looming threat of your classmates following you, you found this spot to be a sanctuary. The Whale Tree had spurred you to begin researching baleen whales, igniting your fascination with the sea. The books you typically read contained tales about lesser minks that inhabited most of the planet—however vast that was.  

It enthralled you to learn about pirates who traveled the stormy seas surrounding Zunesha. Most importantly, the topic that piqued your curiosity most were the sea kings. You dreamt of diving deep into the sea and making new discoveries about them! 

I want to know how sea kings tick, you told yourself. Do they eat? Do they impact the diversity of the oceans positively or negatively? Why are so many of them in the calm belt? Which one is the biggest?!  

Your mind swirled with these thoughts day after day, until the fateful moment your dreams were shattered.  

On the trek home one night you found yourself confronting a familiar group if mink kits. The leader of the group, a jaguar mink named Pedro, held up an odd-looking item as he spat insults at you. Frozen in fear and taken by the sight of said object, you momentarily lose your sense of time.  

The item was some sort of melon—or was it a brain? It was a pale grey color, the little green stem at the top curled into a crescent. It took your lagging mind a few moments to absorb what you were looking at – what you were hearing, too – before the jaguar kit commanded the other hoodlums to tackle you to the ground.  

Overpowered by the combined strength of several mink kits, you struggle to break free only to have your jaws forced open. Pedro walked over and shoved the fruit into your mouth. Angered, released from their grip temporarily, you bite down and destroy the fruit, scattering pieces everywhere. Most importantly – you ended up swallowing some of it.  

You spat and coughed, not expecting the fruit to taste like mold. Suddenly, the world looked larger to you. Something was wrong.  

While disoriented a primate mink named Keith ran at you with a big bucket of water. The others once again grabbed you, essentially allowing the monkey kit to water board you. Not only did you feel like you were drowning, but you felt the energy drain from your body.  

Your vision began to blur, blood rushing in your ears deafening sound; your body tried to find some way to expel the water in order to breathe. Spots formed in your eyes, unconsciousness threatening to overtake you.  

“Enough!” a gruff voice barely broke through your minds haze. An adult mink’s heavy body rushed towards the clearing from the underbrush. The kits panicked and scattered, leaving the back of your head to hit the floor with a sharp clatter.  

Water pooled on the ground around your head, still gargling in a weak attempt to clear your throat. 

“Are you alright?!” A massive polar bear mink knelt beside you. He had a black tuft of hair at the top of his head and a black beard, but the rest of his visible fur was snow white. 

He placed his two paws just under your diaphragm, administering CPR to encourage your lungs to fully clear out. Once he was confident you had had spat all of the water out, he helped you sit up. The bear’s voice came clear now, “You’ve eaten a devil fruit.” 

A devil what now? Oh, a devil fruit. You had read about them, but had never seen one in person before. You looked down at your legs and hands, your lungs still heaving. 

You had the same pigmentation as your fur, but said fur was gone. Your hair, however, remained. The spotted separations between your skin patches were much more prominent, you saw spots you’d never noticed before. Your wolf claws had become flat like an ape’s. Holding your head in your new hands, you scream. 

The bear mink watched you panic at first, then placed his large paws on your shoulders.  

“Breathe with me. 1… 2… 3…,” He guided you through deep breathing exercises, breathing out when you made it to seven. Once you had calmed enough, he finally introduced himself.  

“My name is Grepo, one of the Guardians. I know your father, but I don’t think I’ve ever met you in person, Y/N. Can you talk to me?” 

Using a cloth, Grepo had gone on to pat you down. The less water on your skin, the more aware you felt, the easier it was to calm your nerves. You managed to stand on your own two feet, luckily those still resembled proper wolf minks’ paws and had fur. You check the paw pads, they were still there, but shaped to fit a human-like sole.  

“What… am I?” You weren’t sure if the question was for Grepo or yourself. You reach up atop your head and find fluffy wolf ears where they belong. Behind you, your tail still twitched from stress. 

Grepo thoughtfully tilted his head, “You look like a lesser mink.” Seeing your big eyes, almost desperate, he became depressed. “Oh, I’m sorry. It felt rude calling you lesser…” - he recovered almost instantly - “But you know it means fine-furred, right? You look like an ape mink to be precise.” 

Tears welled up in your eyes, you hugged yourself, feeling the bare and smooth skin with cold hands. At a mere 7 years of age, you wanted to die. Now you really were a monster. Besides, the other kits would definitely kill you now. Worst of all, the one thing you knew about Devil Fruits was… you couldn’t swim anymore. 

Fleetingly, you wondered if their goal was to poison you. Your heart skipped, your chest felt heavy, your head hurt from the shock. You fell to your knees, resting your forehead against the dirt. Grepo’s paw patted your back, petting you soothingly. As you continued sobbing, Grepo lifts you and gently cradles you against his chest. 

“My son, Zepo, sees you during class,” Grepo said softly. “He’s upset with how the others treat you, I didn’t know it was so extreme. Would you like to visit my family? A warm bath and a meal should help…” Face buried in Grepo’s soft neck fur, back suddenly feeling very cold anywhere his hands weren’t touching, you meekly nod.  

With that response, the Whale Forest Guardian walks in the direction he had come from, using the path of flattened underbrush instead of trampling more plants. Luckily the clearing he had been in hadn’t been too far. The walk to Grepo’s home was calming, the bear mink trying his best not to rock you too much.  

The sun was slowly rising over the horizon. 6 AM was right around the corner, prompting everyone under Nekomamushi’s ruling to grow sleepier as the minutes ticked by. 

The sound of a baby mewling woke you that night. It was nearing 6 PM again, the Guardian Residential District began to buzz with activity.  

You stared at the ceiling, a breeze passing by your face. You trembled and brought the blankets up to your chin- your smooth chin. You experimentally pinch your own cheek. It seemed lesser mink had a very thin outline of hair. It felt pleasant on your fingertips.  

You liked the sensations; you realized your sense of touch was stronger, too. The weirdest aspect was your flat face, much different than your snout- much flatter than any primate mink you’ve ever encountered.  

Glancing around the room you spotted a bed with a polar bear kit sleeping in it. It was Zepo, you recognized him from school. He was all white besides a black spot of fur on his chin and a black stripe on his head. Beyond his bed you spotted a cradle, a much smaller pure-white bear kit gripped the bars, crying for attention.  

Zepo had already started to stir from his sleep; he sat up and yawned. He got out of the bed, smoothed out his light green pajamas, and walked over to the cradle. He wasn’t quite tall enough to get the baby out, but the baby was smiling and reaching for its brother.  

Zepo gently played with his baby brother’s paws. “Good morning, Bepo,” his sing-song voice made you smile, too. 

“Oh,” Zepo turned to see you staring. “Good evening, Y/N,” he yawned again into his hand. “I had to get ready for bed so I didn’t ask my father what happened. He told me you ate a devil fruit, though. Are you okay? How does it feel?”  

You glanced under your covers, noticing you were given one of Zepo’s pajama sets to wear after a much-needed bath. It was baggy, but it hadn’t hindered your sleep. The straps to make sure your pants didn’t slip off had already been adjusted for you.  

You stood and immediately missed the plush mattress, but resisted the urge to climb back in, turning your attention back to Zepo. 

“Wow,” Zepo crept over. He was staring at your arms, your legs. “I’ve never seen a lesser mink in person before.” He reached out to indicate a hug. You smiled and accepted the hug. 

“Garchu!” You both greeted, rubbing into each other's faces affectionately as all minks did.  

He was warm, you were instantly much happier. He was about double your size, considering he was a bear kit. His dressed chest and belly felt so plush even with fabric over it.  

This brought you memories; the kits at the school typically refused to minkship with you, assuming your piebaldism was somehow spreadable. Zepo clearly knew better; it was rare you made such a good friend your age. 

“You feel nice!” Zepo mused. “Still soft.”  

You giggled as he explored your skin, grazing your ticklish spots unintentionally. He leaned down and rubbed his face into yours again. You push him away when you’d had enough, blushing brightly, but still beaming. 

He grinned his toothy grin in return, then gently took your hand to guide you over to his brother, Bepo. “Hey, baby brother,” Zepo touched the paws the restless kit had wrapped firmly around the bars. “This is my classmate, Y/N.” Bepo smiled brightly at you.  

Your heart practically melted. Fluffy… incredibly so. Bear kits were some of the cutest kits, even if they were huge. The bars of the crib were extra tall and woven tight and strong, sure not to break with the bite force of a bear kit.  

Zepo tore his eyes away from his adorable baby brother and looked your way, “Are you ready to wash up and eat breakfast? I need to tell my mother Bepo’s awake.” 

“Yes, of course,” you replied. 

Zepo lead you to the laboratory to wash up. He affectionately nuzzled you, then headed to another room to find his mother. You felt nervous being alone, but you bore it, completing your routine quickly to meet Zepo back in his bedroom.  

As you passed the kitchen on the way back, you noticed a newspaper on the table. Chills ran down your spine as you realized it was news about the outside world! The largest article on the front cover was about the destruction of an island called Ohara.  

The report declared that the people of Ohara were researching forbidden knowledge that could have destroyed the world; it painted the marines as the heroes. An image of a young girl’s bounty crossed your vision as you skimmed.  

Nico Robin, a girl slightly older than yourself had earned a bounty of 79 million berries. If a lesser mink of only nine years old could sink five marine ships… civilization outside of Zou was far more grandiose than you could have ever imagined. 

“Good evening, Omi!” Your head snapped to attention at the nickname your father gave you over omurice. You nodded meekly, setting the newspaper down as though you’d done something wrong.  

“I see you’ve been reading the news,” Grepo mused, “That’s good that you’ve shown interest. The world is vast and many events happen every day… But don’t worry about that at your age. Would you like some breakfast?”  

You nodded again, eyeing Grepo when he reached up to pull some fruit from a net that hung over the kitchen’s counter. He pulled out a few bananas, grapes and apples. He placed them on the center of the table. 

Grepo then walked into the cold storage pantry to fetch what looked to be a coconut. He removed the cut-out portion after a good shake, then poured some for you in a cup.  

You noticed the liquid was more viscus than coconut water. “What is this?” you asked. 

“It’s coconut milk,” Grepo informed you, smiling when you picked out a banana and a apple.  

He sat across from you at dining table and sighed. “Omi, in a short while I will return you to your parents. They must be terribly worried you aren’t home.” 

You swallow a piece of the banana thickly, looking very nervous now. You stared at your apple, focused on its colors before whispering: “Papa will be so angry…” 

Grepo laughed breathily; brows stitched in concern. “I hear your father is rough on his edges, but I’m sure he loves you. I’ll speak to him and your teacher. I do have a proposal for you, meanwhile.” 

Your wolf ears perked towards him, but you didn’t look up, too anxious to make eye contact.  

He continued, “What if I helped you learn to use gauntlets to fight? Zepo told me you had problems landing hits, so I thought extensions would help. They make focusing on the flow of electro easier, too.” 

You looked up in surprise, “You want to train me?” He nodded. You looked down at your hands, observing the flat nails you weren’t used to. “I… I can try.” 

Grepo grunted in agreement, “Wonderful to hear. I’m sure you’ll be able to change back soon.”  

He stood and headed over to the next room, the living room, to pick out a book from the shelf. He placed it on the dining room table in front of you and sat down beside you.  

“This is the Encyclopedia of Devil Fruits. What did your fruit look like?” 

You both spent several minutes talking back and forth. You vaguely explain what you remember: a white melon with swirls- as most devil fruit had. Grepo searched the Zoan fruit section, assuming this had to be some sort of Human-Human fruit, but which one?  

After much deliberating, Grepo flipped to the section exclusively about mythical devil fruits; most Human-Human fruits were here. Some were likely out of date by now, fake, renamed or lacked new information… but he eventually found the one you recognized. 

“The Human-Human fruit: Mythical model Werewolf,” Grepo said, excitement shone in his eyes. “A mythical Zoan… Incredible. Those kits would regret having given away such a power.” 

At first you didn’t look convinced. Looking down at yourself you only noted a cosmetic change. What was the use of this humiliation?  

Maybe you were faster. Maybe you could camouflage among humans- hardly, with your ears and tail. It didn’t matter; what mattered to you is you couldn’t swim. 

“It’s almost like sulong,” Grepo recaptured your attention. “It makes you stronger under moonlight, Y/N. While in sulong, I bet it makes you even stronger than other sulong. Isn’t that exciting?” 

“But why am I like this, then?” 

“Look at it this way,” Grepo gripped his chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “If it powers you up, this could be a dormant state for you. I wonder what kind of form lesser mink would get…” 

Zepo and his mother, a snow-white polar bear like Bepo, introduced herself to you. Ada was her name. She went to fetch Bepo, brought the baby to meet you, before feeding him her milk. You smiled at the little bear, looking forward to seeing him during your training. 

“It’s great you’ve decided to train with Grepo,” Ada adjusted Bepo, “It will be wonderful for my boys to have a sparring partner. I know you’ll make all of Zou proud of you. The mink are a diverse people, you must know the adults accept you and the kits are simply learning…” 

You nodded along to Ada’s encouragement. You had never expected to meet a family that treated you so kindly… To top it off, your father would likely be pleased. Maybe someday, somehow, you’d be able to follow your dreams again, too. 

It is present day, 20 days before life changed for everyone on Zou.  

In your mink form, you eye the swarm of newcomers. You couldn’t believe your eyes; it was the Heart Pirates.  

Since the day you began training as a child, you read the newspaper each month at Grepo’s home. You came to find out there were new crews making headlines. The Heart Pirates: A man known as the Surgeon of Death is captain of this crew. They sailed in a yellow submarine! It fascinated you.  

Years later, you even found out your long-lost childhood friend, Bepo, was on the sub… although he was offensively listed as a pet. How on earth he’d managed to survive jumping off Zunesha at age 8 was beyond you. At some point, you had had to accept the kit had died at sea… Yet here he was, still alive, well fed and healthy. 

Your heart races watching the crew, led by Nekomamushi himself, enter the Guardian’s Residential District. You approach the mass of greeting minks, spotting the familiar large figure of Ada who greets someone - who you instantly recognize as Bepo - with a big hug and flowing tears. He is much taller than she is, now. 

Bepo hadn’t seen your mink form since you were both small. He may not recognize you, but you certainly remember him. He made you laugh; he trained with you. He reminds you of your mentor- his father, Grepo. 

For now, you stand back until the mink disperse. They begin preparing a feast for the newcomers, incredibly happy to see one of their own return. 

At the table you sit beside Ada, who gently pat your paw in acknowledgement. “Have you said hello to Bepo?” she asks, her words ending in a jolly hum. 

You shake your head, taking a bite of the reptile meat on your plate.  

“I see,” Ada continued, “Well, we can ease you into it, yes? He may not remember you… and we do need to have a talk with him about our men.” 

Pain shoots through your chest, realizing what she meant almost immediately. Bepo had left because Zepo had set out to sea. You wonder if Bepo knew what had happened to him. If he didn’t, it was even less likely he knew about Grepo, either. 

“Didn’t you tell him anything?” You ask Ada anxiously. 

“No, he’s quite happy right now, darling, I don’t want to ruin his night. We minks hadn’t expected them to arrive,” she says, changing the subject. “It’s wonderful that Bepo protected Zunesha’s vivre card all this time, otherwise I doubt he would have made it back.” 

You reach into your pocket, pulling out a small piece of Zunesha’s vivre card. It was kept inside a small bottle with a chain attached to secure it to your person. All minks were given one early in life. 

“Yes, it’s amazing he kept it safe,” you conclude. 

After the meal, the Heart Pirates are escorted to their temporary living accommodation. They were told that early the next night, they would meet with Nekomamushi and Pedro to discuss their plans. 

Disappointment had settled in your chest. You were not going to be a part of that conversation. The curiosity making your skin itch, you focused on the next best thing: Bepo and two of his crew mates were following Ada back home.  

You walked behind them quietly, not wanting to introduce yourself in such a somber state. You knew that when Bepo realized not only Zepo was dead, but Grepo was as well, he would need space. 

Bepo laughs with his two rowdy crewmates. They both bore hats resembling their namesakes, Shachi – Orca – and Penguin. As they walk, they happily recall a life they had on an island called Swallow, relating the nostalgia to this event. 

Despite all the alcohol the three had consumed, they all seemed perfectly sound of mind. Something draws you to the Penguin fellow’s voice smooth voice. His flushed profile is quite appealing. He glances towards you curiously, making you force your eyes forward. 

You scold yourself for getting caught up in attraction. Bepo skips with excitement as the old bamboo hut nestled between two great fruit trees comes into view. His childhood home hadn’t changed much. 

“Amazing!” Bepo cheered. “This is crazy, guys! It’s just how I remember it,” Bepo leads his friends over, eagerly beginning a story from his childhood. They both grin widely, attentive to their mink friends’ excitement. 

Ada steps back to stand with you, a worried expression on her face.  

“One night, Dad caught a huge alligator for dinner to celebrate. He brought a huge slice of it right to this table,” Bepo places his paws on the thick wooden dining room table you had sat at the first time you had breakfast here.  

Bepo whirls around towards his room. The two large beds were neatly made inside, one of which you used when visiting Ada, the room generally void of anything but some of your own belongings; you left groom supplies, books, and a change of clothing. “Man,” Bepo sighs, “This place feels so… empty.” 

Ada clears her throat, “Bepo, darling, can we sit at the table a few minutes?”  

Bepo turns towards her and gives her a bright smile, “Y-yes, ma’am—I mean, mom!” he saluted her, accustomed to doing so for his captain, then sat down along with Shachi and Penguin.  

You reluctantly sat at the end of the table, not wanting to be focused on too much. Bepo finally notices you exist, tilting his head a bit, “Who’re you, wolf?” 

You wince; he didn’t remember. You raise both arms, revealing them fully to him. He seems to perk up, recognizing your patterning. “It’s me, Y/N, you remember, right?” 

Bepo nods enthusiastically, “Omi! It’s amazing to see you again. You look different. I did remember you, but I was trying to find an adult human, not a mink.” 

“Human?” the two boys say in unison. “You can transform?!” They stand up, their hands on the table and mouths agape in surprise, leaning towards you. You giggle at them; Bepo made them sit. 

“Focus, guys,” Bepo said. “Mom wants to talk.” 

“Right!” said Penguin. 

“Mom!” said Shachi. 

“Not your mom, my mom!” Bepo protests. You and the boys laughed. Ada laughs as well. 

Silence fell over the room, the two bears and the lesser mink staring at one another. You observe Ada’s nervous state, touching both her paws to stroke her snout.  

“Bepo,” she began, “I have difficult news. I’m sorry, I won’t hide it from you.”  

Bepo sat silently, brows stitched together in concern. His friends remained leaning back in their chairs, arms crossing and deep frowns etching their features. Ada sighs, seemingly sorting her thoughts, then began speaking again.  

“Your father, Grepo… He died of heart failure.” 

“What?!” Bepo jolt to a standing position, “Papa is dead? When did this happen?” 

Ada clears her throat, notably uncomfortable. She knew the question was coming, but wasn’t sure whether she should tell the truth. Knowing someone else within the family – cousins – or the other guardians like Pedro would eventually comment on it she realizes she has to.  

“About a year and half after you left,” Ada says. She seems reluctant to go any further, worried Bepo would blame himself. The younger bear mink stared down at the table, tears dripping down his snout. His two friends had gotten up and are gently patting his back and shoulders, doing their best to comfort him. 

You look to Ada again, rubbing water out of your eyes with your hands paw pad. She is crying quietly, too. She likely wouldn’t inform him about Zepo. Pedro would likely drop the news the next morning and only he could accurately recount the events. 

There had been no prolonging telling Bepo about his father when he stood in the very house he grew up in, void of one of the closest people of his early childhood. Ada stands to comfort her son after a few minutes, nuzzling his soaked face gently, in which he obliges to the affection. 

“I’m going to bed,” Bepo announced. It wasn’t late at night for the minks of Whale Forest, but it was late to the newcomers. The clock’s hand was pointing to 3 AM; from what you could see the pirates look exhausted.  

Bepo walks into the room he once shared with Zepo, allowing Shachi and Penguin to enter with him. Penguin gives you and Ada a meek wave goodbye and closes the door behind them. Ada finally breathes again, wiping her tears away, and begins preparing tea for the both of you. You would accompany Ada for a while, only leaving if she wanted space. 

Two weeks passed. Bepo had regained some semblance of normalcy and worked on rekindling his relationship with you passively during meals with Ada. On occasion, a new Heart Pirate would accompany Bepo. He introduced them personally to you.  

“Say, I have an idea,” said the sole female crew member – Ikkaku – of the Hearts one day. “We’ve been busy prepping for our captain’s return, but how about we have a camp out together in the meantime?” 

“Sounds great!” Your black lips spread into a wide, toothy wolf grin. “Maybe I’ll show you my human form.” Ikkaku clapped enthusiastically. Bepo shared her sentiment, beaming ear to ear. 

“How exciting,” Ada laughed softly. “I’m surprised you hadn’t shown them yet.” 

You shrugged, “I try not to turn into it often. I want to be able to maintain both forms for extended periods, not just the one.” 

Ikkaka chuckled, “I’m sure your human form is much easier to maintain than all that fur, though.”  

You giggled in agreement; it certainly had that type of benefit. Zou was humid, you could do without the fur most days. Not to mention it was easier to sleep in human form, too. 

Ikkaku clapped her hands together, “Alright! That settles that, then. Prepare yourself, you might get a stitch in your side after you’ve been faced with 18 idiot men…” 

Despite the safety Zunesha provided, this event with the Heart Pirates never occurred. A sound rang in your ears one fateful morning, stirring you from your deep slumber.  

You open your human eyes and look around the room, the sound becoming clearer as your awareness honed in.  

The Raiding Bell?  

You sat up, breathing heavily as panic began to set in. What was happening to Zunesha?  

On cue, Zunesha trumpets, the ground – it’s back – shook. The sound reverberated through your house, hurting your sensitive ears even as you covered them. 

“Darling!” your mother appears at the entrance of your room once the sound died away. “Zunesha is being raided. Ready yourself, Nekomamushi is bound to call us out!”  

Your thoughts flash to your father as you got up. It had been several years since he’d moved out from your home, but you wondered how he was reacting to this alarm.  

Next was, of course, Ada, her son and his crew. Surely, they were already heading to Nekomamushi and prepared for a fight.  

Whatever is attacking must be huge, considering even Zunesha was responding. 

In your wolf form once again, you dress quickly and rush out the door. As expected, the Ruler of the Night was waiting for everyone to rise, standing at the center of the Guardian’s District.  

Bepo stood before him with his crew already assembled. As you suspected, the pirates were trained for sudden emergencies.  

Nekomamushi clears his throat as the last of his people appear. “Go~ro nya, nya!” He growls, his toothy mouth was strained into a grimace.  

“Prepare yourselves, all warriors under my ruling will fight...”  

“For now, we must trust in the Idiot of the Day’s people to hold them off…” 

“Once prepared, rest! It isn’t my country until night fall. Full force, we will take them down!”  

Turning away, he calls out, “Go!”  

At that, the mink disperse. You look to Bepo, witnessing him turn to his crewmates and give out some orders. Pride warms your chest.  

Seeing Bepo fully grown, second in command to a pirate crew, he certainly wasn’t the cowardly eight-year-old you remember. 

Returning to your home you quickly prep your uniform and gauntlets for the fight. It was an understatement to say you were restless throughout the day; sleep was practically impossible. 

“It’s my country when the moon is up!” Nekomamushi howls as he replaces Inuarashi on the battlefield, flanked by all of you from the Whale Forest, the Guardians running at his front.  

“I won’t let any invaders get away!” He jumps and lunges immediately at the enemy, Jack the Drought, with his claws poised and glowing. “Don’t think you can get out of here alive!”  

Jack lifts his mammoth trunk to retaliate, only for Nekomamushi to leap, spin, and grab said trunk. With an indescribable ease, Nekomamushi flips the entire mammoth onto it’s back. 

“Master, the city!” Calls one of the Guardians, standing beside Nekomamushi as the dust settles. They look over the scene passed Jack’s stunned form. 

“Never mind, I heard what’s going on,” Nekomamushi took out his pipe and lit it, “You came looking for a warrior from the Land of Wano, haven’t you?”  

Nekomamushi looks down at Jack, a sneer spreading across his face, “I wouldn’t let any samurai step onto this island. If they came in, I’d be the first to bite them to death!”  

He opened his toothy mouth wide to make his voice most clear: 

“For I am Nekomamushi, the man who awaits the dawn of this world!”  

Suddenly, Nekomamushi calmly mocks Jack, cleaning his face with his wrists, and Jack – clearly agitated – rumbled as he got to his feet. 

Morphing back into his equally massive human form, his long blonde hair is in braids and a pony tail. His outfit’s spikes and his mammoth horns are sharp. His muscles are rippling. 

“Captain Jack!” cheers his minions, encircling around him in all of his 27 feet of height; double the height of Nekomamushi. 

“That must be the ancient version of the Elephant-Elephant fruit. You’ve eaten such a rare fruit,” Nekomamushi muses calmly, taking a puff from his pipe. 

Ignoring his words, Jack’s piercing glare stares down at your people. “They have still got this many soldiers…”  

Jack removes the two extra ‘horns’ dangling around his neck, revealing them to be dramatically curved Shotel blades. 

“You fools are about to experience a terror like you’ve never known before!” One of his minions closest to him barks out. 

Nekomamushi scoffs, “You should’ve withdrawn while that dog was treating you nicely.” 

“Master!” one of the Guardians – Roddy – hands Nekomaushi his staff. 

Taking the staff graciously, Nekomamushi faces Jack with the weapon poised in both hands. “We have just as many soldiers as some major countries!”  

A moment of silence passes, the two groups glaring each other down. 

“And then there’s us, too!” You perk up from the center of your group, glancing back to see Bepo run passed you with his crew. Bepo spins and lands effortlessly some few feet behind Nekomamushi. 

“Bepo,” Nekomamushi greets him, “You guys are still under my care. You don’t have to fight!” 

“It’s not going to work that way, Master!” Bepo eyes narrow at Jack, then he makes his classic pose with both arms in the air and one leg up, 

“Though I became a pirate, this is still my home!”  

Penguin and Shachi adjusted their weapons behind him,  

“And to us—" says Penguin,  

“—This is our friend’s home!” Shachi finishes. 

The crew cheers in agreement. 

“Hah!” Nekomamushi smirks, turning his eyes back to Jack. “Don’t act like you’re fully fledged,” he says to the Heart Pirates. 

Anger flashed in Jack’s soulless eyes, “I’ll destroy everything!” 

“And we will fight back,” Nekomamushi retorts. 

Leaping, his spear clashes with Jack’s blades, igniting the beginning of the fight. Bepo and co rush into battle alongside the Guardians, while you nimbly catch up alongside the other fighters. 

Sparks fly from the impact of the two leaders’ weapons, causing an explosion. 

You strain to see through the dirt and debris kicked up by the explosion, shielding your eyes. A figure appears before you, a gifter with wings strikes you across the face with a swift kick.  

Staggering only a second, you swiftly twist your body, throwing out an arm to slash the gifter with your spiked gauntlet. Blood splatters from the cuts on the enemy’s face, you back away to give yourself some distance as they writhe from the shock of your electro. 

The dust begins to clear, allowing your keen vision to catch the gifter in your sights before they can take off. Fast on your feet, you sping at them and tear one of their wings to assure they could not fly. 

With a thud you hit the ground with the bat-man’s body softening the fall. Your fur bristles and electricity washes through the enemy, smoke bursting from their mouth and their struggling stops. 

This encounter quickly leads to yet another gifter wielding a sword. 

You leap high, then dive down, flip, and kick your heel into the back of their head. This propels them to the ground, ultimately knocking them out on impact.  

You spy Bepo not too far off, fighting a particularly nasty enemy with what appears to be a fox for a leg. It manages to catch Bepo’s arm in its teeth, though his boiler suit is plenty sturdy and does not rip.  

Using the gifter’s body weight for leverage he swings his own body to kick them straight in the face, sending them spinning away. Yet another enemy appears to tackle you: a pleasure with an axe.

You roar, the sound having force to it, causing the enemy to reel back and lose balance. Biting into a part of their clothing, you lift them and throw them to the side, tossing them into the fray away from you.  

Your fur sparkles with electricty, the moon visible enough to cast light over the battle field. 

“Hyah!” Bepo effortlessly kicks an enemy away from you, sending them flying. “You look very pretty,” he compliments. “Super strong, too. It reminds me of sulong…” 

“Any moonlight boosts me in a similar way,” you remark, maiming another enemy as they swoop in. “Of course, it isn’t quite to the level of sulong – it fluctuates, too – but its better than my base form.” 

Bepo nods, acknowledging you. “My fathers been gone a long time,” he began, his voice unwavering. He stands behind you, guarding your back so you can fight together. 

“I’m impressed with how much stronger you’ve become with only the beginnings of his training,” he kicks up, flipping back after making impact with a chin, “We should spar sometime- if we live!” You both duck, a sword swiping over you both.  

“Alright!” You respond,  determination washing over you. 

With lightning speed you intercept Bepo and stab a pleasure with your electro charged gauntlet, splattering you with blood. 

Bepo grins. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about Ikkaku’s proposal. We can do it when my captain returns.” 

“I’d like that,” your heart races faster than ever, your mind venturing to Trafalgar Law. You admire him; the thought of meeting him still felt impossible. 

You fought together throughout the first night, eventually growing apart on the field. As long as the moon was up you felt energy flowing. 

While others were beginning to waver from exhaustion, you continued pushing. At least this all assured you that you would sleep during Inuarashi’s turn. 

The five days of battle were generally the same. Fight, rest, fight then rest. The waves of enemies were waning, but the strongest were slowly appearing.  

You knew you had to be more careful, you kept close to Bepo and his friends, using teamwork to take down stronger foes. At some point, Bepo managed to help out Nekomamushi. 

Unfortunately, before things took the worst turn, Bepo barely dodged Jack’s blade, a nasty gash formed along his forehead.  

Seeing him hurt, you and the others made your way to him. Fastest, you rest his head in your lap. 

“Hold on!” You cried, nervously looking over the blood soaked gash. Penguin fought off an enemy coming toward you; Shachi joined close beside him.  

Ikkaku reached you and quickly applied a cloth to help stop the bleeding. As you sat helplessly pressing the cloth down on the wound, Jack suddenly transforms and trumpets out:  

“Get the gas!” 

 You realized the sun was now rising, meaning Inuarashi’s group should be out soon… but you were certainly not returning home to the forest.  

A bomb exploded the very moment Inuarashi arrived at the edge of the field. Nekomamushi still stood, glaring at Jack with narrowed slits. 

Then the town filled with noxious fumes. You cover your nose, trying not to inhale it, but you quickly find your vision spotting and you faint. 

[deepspacedukat]

Overexcited

Day 23: Coming In Pants

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Bochra (ST:TNG) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, grinding, coming in pants, erotic dancing, heavily implied sex work, sex with a stranger, kissing, biting, public sex.

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His shore leave had been a long time coming. Working solidly for two years without a break longer than a couple of stolen days had taken its toll on the Centurion, but after the incident at Galordon Core, Bochra had needed to prove himself a loyal soldier of the Empire.

There had been many questions about the Starfleet officer he’d found there and about the ship that had brought him aboard. A Romulan soldier needing to be rescued by a Federation ship - their flagship, no less - had been an embarrassment, to say the very least. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself any more than he already had, so he’d thrown himself into his work, completing his duties to the best of his ability with the level of enthusiasm that was expected of a youthful, bright-eyed officer.

Finally, though, taking double shifts, volunteering for extra assignments, and everything else he’d been doing to prove his loyalty finally caught up with him. Bochra had no choice. His ship’s doctor ordered him to take some of his leave time, swearing that if he didn’t, he’d relieve him of duty and relegate him to a medical bed until he was satisfied that the Centurion was sufficiently rested.

Grumbling, but secretly grateful for his doctor’s intervention, Bochra took a recommendation from one of his fellow officers and soon found himself on a small planet near the edge of Romulan space. This was the universe’s real pleasure planet. Bochra had been to Risa, and it was a pale imitation of his current seductive surroundings. 

Several Senators and high-ranking Romulan officials frequented the place, so security was excellent, even if the cost was steep for a man of his position. He’d saved up enough to afford it, though. Bochra never really lived lavishly, so this week of luxurious relaxation was a new experience for him.

The first day he was there, all he could think to do was rest. He fell asleep in the pile of plush pillows and blankets on the bed in his suite and was out for far longer than he would be normally.

The second day, he changed into some civilian clothing, got out of his room, and explored the facilities, finally coming across a set of rooms that he hadn’t really believed would be there. Oh, he’d heard stories, of course, but never had he seen such opulent hedonism! 

Each space was a large, separate lounge with a stage and comfortable seating. Low lighting and undulating music set the tone. Atop the raised platforms, dancers were showing off their bodies and their flexibility for the pleasure of their audiences, and according to the rumors he’d heard, a quiet word in the ear of an attendant could buy you a personal performance for the rest of the night once the main show was over. 

Each room contained dancers in a variety of species, and one in particular caught his eye: a Human woman. Her clothing barely covered her modesty, but then, that’s what the audience was there to see.

Bochra slid into a seat at a table near her end of the stage, and his breath caught in his throat when her eyes met his. After all he’d been through, he couldn’t really afford to allow a Human to get too close to him, but surely...? Perhaps he could allow himself to relax and watch this show with something approaching detached indifference. This was his vacation...

After barely a moment, she and the other dancers clambered elegantly off the stage and danced their way to members of the audience who seemed intrigued. Bochra forced himself to remain still, even when the Human dancer he was so fascinated by climbed onto his table and began swaying and twirling with all the sensuality she’d displayed in her previous location. 

The lights gave a pulse, the music swelled one final time, and all the dancers struck a pose as their main performance for the evening ended. Bochra had been entranced despite his concerns about his reputation.

Her eyes met his again as she slipped gracefully off the table, and before he could so much as blink, she’d straddled his lap.

“What brings you here, soldier boy?” She murmured wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands flew to her waist to steady her, but she didn’t really need the added stability. She seemed quite at home as she stared into his soul. 

“I-I...” He couldn’t make his voice work correctly, but she just gave him a knowing smile as he glanced around the room. Other patrons were receiving similar attention, albeit with less hesitance. He was madly attracted to her, but...he really shouldn’t.

Should he?

“If you like, I could give you a little sample of the merchandise before you buy,” she murmured tracing a soft, delicate fingertip down the shell of his pointed ear. A shiver ran down Bochra’s spine, and he found himself agreeing before he could think better of it. A devious grin crossed her lips, and she rolled her hips slowly over his groin.

A quiet gasp escaped him as she repeated the motion a little more firmly. He could feel warmth bleeding through the fabric separating them, and more than that, he could feel dampness growing there - was it his or hers? Surely he hadn’t begun leaking precome yet? But the alternative was that she really was aroused. This was all an act, though...wasn’t it?

Soft lips kissed their way up his jaw, and Bochra moaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“That’s it. Relax, Centurion,” she breathed against his ear, and he couldn’t help but do as she ordered. How could she disobey when he was so hard and she was bringing him such pleasure? “Such a good boy...”

He whimpered quietly against her skin as several other patrons began moaning under the ministration of their hired companions. She bit lightly at his jaw, and Bochra fell apart beneath her without ever having removed his clothing. Nuzzling softly into her shoulder, he murmured his thanks and allowed the afterglow to waft slowly over him until–

“How...did you know my rank...that I’m in the military?” His voice came out as barely a croak, and when he leaned back he found her smiling at him in a slightly different way.

“Buy me for the night and I’ll tell you.”

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[asa-do-your-thing]

An inconvenient Attachment - Chapter 2

“Callers”

Regency AU! Aemond x F! OC

18+ MINORS DNI​

Word Count: 2,2k

Warnings: not really anything besides some lying and period-accurate misoginy. The tiniest amount of fluff if you squint.

Also a huuuge thank you to @crownedtargaryen​ for pre-reading it and giving me help&advice!

Dividers are by @firefly-graphics​

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The morning of the Countess of Stanmore and her daughter, Camille, began like every other day at their townhouse in Hanover Square in London. As the first dim rays of the rising sun slowly crept in through the windowpanes, the servants’ footsteps could be heard from the hallway below. Soon enough, the house was alive with the clatter and chatter of the servants preparing breakfast and attending to their duties.

The Countess, attired in a dark silk morning dress and a lace trimmed shawl, was already in her drawing room. She had her breakfast laid out on a mahogany side table and began to enjoy a cup of tea as she read through some correspondence. Camille soon joined her mother, wearing a pretty pink day dress, her hair tied into a bun at the back of her head.

Yawning, she sat down and poured herself some tea, rubbing her sore eyes. "Good morning, mother. How are you?" The Countess looked up from her letters and smiled warmly. "Good morning, my dear. I am well, thank you. And how did you sleep?"

Camille took a sip of her tea, savoring its warmth. "Not too well, I'm afraid. I might have overindulged myself in the punch yesterday for I had the strangest dreams last night."

"Oh?" the Countess raised an eyebrow in interest. "Pray, do tell."

"It was nothing, really," Camille said, shrugging. "Just some silly dreams about suitors and duels...well, it doesn't matter." She trailed off as a servant entered the room with a tray of freshly baked pastries.

The servant bowed and set the tray down on the table. "My lady, there is a caller at the door."

The Countess raised her eyebrows in surprise. "A visitor at this hour? Who is it?" she said as she rose from her seat to go and greet them.

She returned shortly with a rather clumsy looking gentleman wearing a deep blue tailcoat, flaxen breeches, and a powdered wig that seemed to be slightly out of place. She introduced him as Lord Blywood and asked Camille to stand so he could greet her properly.

Camille blushed slightly and stood up reluctantly, but was soon put at ease by Lord Blywood's gentle mannerisms. He began telling her about his travels in Europe, speaking animatedly about the beautiful landscapes and fascinating cultures he had encountered there. Despite herself, Camille found herself intrigued by his stories, imagining what it would be like to travel the world like he had done.

He went on about his most recent expedition, into the Pyrenees mountain range, where he claimed to have uncovered an old temple filled with priceless artifacts. As he spoke, it became more and more difficult to believe his story; his passion for exploration seemed too good to be true. Camille stifled a yawn. Wasn't calling upon someone the first step in a courtship? Why on earth did he try to bore her with false stories, then?

She couldn't quite believe him, as he told her all of these fantastic stories. Arching an eyebrow, she cocked her head to the side. "Aren't the Pyrenees in France, my Lord? What kind of temple did you find? For it is not known that the Gauls had any temples there and Roman temples are... well, well known."

Lord Blywood's expression faltered for a moment as he seemed to realize he had been caught in his lie. "Ah, well, my dear, you are quite right. It was actually in Egypt where I made that particular discovery."

Camille chuckled softly to herself, wondering what other grand tales Lord Blywood had up his sleeve. After a moment, the conversation eventually turned to more mundane topics of politeness and gossip, and Camille found herself growing bored once again.

As soon as Lord Blywood had taken his leave, Camille turned to her mother with a sigh. "What a bore," she said, rolling her eyes. "All that talk of temples and expeditions."

The Countess smiled indulgently at her daughter. "Give him time, my dear. Perhaps he simply needs to find the right subject to engage you with."

Camille shook her head. "I highly doubt it, mother. His stories were quite absurd, and I found his mannerisms to be rather off-putting."

"Well, we shall see," the Countess said with a shrug. "Perhaps he will surprise us yet."

But deep down, Camille knew that Lord Blywood was not the kind of man she could fall in love with. She longed for adventure and excitement, not safe and boring tales of far-off lands. As she sipped her tea and nibbled on a croissant, Camille made a mental note to keep searching for the kind of man who could truly capture her heart.

It wasn't long before several more callers arrived. Lord Fennly was the quintessential London gentleman, with a dashing smile and the kind of wit that kept Camille entertained for hours. He brought her a bouquet of daffodils, from god-knows-where, seeing as snow was fast approaching. But amiable as he was, she couldn't help feeling that he would be better suited to one of the other debutantes, especially those that loved... a thrill.

The next caller was less handsome but more dignified. Lord Thurston tried his best to engage Camille in spirited conversation, but it quickly became apparent that they had nothing in common—he favored dull topics such as politics and economics while she enjoyed reading novels and attending musical events. In the end, they agreed to disagree politely and part ways shortly after.

By now it was beginning to seem like none of the gentlemen who called on her would ever captivate her heart the way she hoped—not like Lord Aemond, who seemed so full of promise when they met at last night's ball.

Just as a rather old italian Count whose name Camille had completely forgotten had given her a lame compliment, the door flew open and Lord Aemond strode in with a cold expression. One of the Earl's footmen brought in a gargantuan vase of mixed flowers and set them on the small table in front of Camille, obscuring her view and hiding her from everyone else.

"What is this?" the Countess exclaimed, frowning slightly at Lord Aemond. The young man set his jaw and cleared his throat. "A gift for the Lady Camille," he replied, smiling confidently. "My apologies for calling upon you so late in the day."

Camille pressed her kerchief against her nose, trying her hardest not to sneeze and tried glancing over the flowers at him. "Th-- Thank you. Achoo!", she sneezed and tried her best to bow to him.

"My lady, you look quite beautiful today," he said, looking down at her over the flowers. He smiled and glanced around at the other men surrounding Camille, who had been left standing awkwardly around the Countess's drawing room.

“Are they giving you trouble, my Lady?” He asked, putting on a protective expression and getting between her and the other men. Camille awkwardly shook her head and looked at her mother, who in turn stood up and gave them a short smile. "I am most grateful for your presence this day, gentlemen. I must now humbly request your departure, though you are ever welcome to return in the future." The Count and the other gentleman hurriedly bowed to them both before they left in a flurry of cloaks and hats, leaving Lord Aemond and Camille alone, save for the Countess, who had begun pouring Brandy into her tea mug.

Camille tried to peek out between the leaves of the huge bouquet he brought, feeling embarrassed and awkward as ever. This was her first time 'alone' with Lord Aemond and she could feel her nerves starting to get the better of her. As she tried to think of something witty or charming enough to say, she noticed that Lord Aemond was looking intently at her, evidently waiting for her to say something.

“Forgive me my Lady, but you look comical hidden behind these flowers like that!” He said with a chuckle.Camille blushed furiously, wishing more than anything for some kind of distraction so she wouldn’t have to look up into his face directly. “Yes…well, I do thank you for this kind gift, it is rather beautiful…um...what were you saying?” She stammered nervously before taking another sip from her tea cup in hopes that her embarrassment would soon pass. Lord Aemond bit his lip, as if he was getting annoyed with her awkwardness. "I was simply asking how your day has been so far, my lady. You seem to have had quite a few callers."

Camille rolled her eyes, the memory of Lord Blywood's elaborate stories still fresh in her mind. "Yes, quite a few," she said with a sigh. "But they were all rather dull, I'm afraid."

Lord Aemond raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Well, I hope I won't bore you with my conversation, then."

Camille smiled, yet still hoped that the ground might swallow her up at any given moment. Why on earth was he making her feel this way?  "I highly doubt that," she said teasingly, trying to bite down her nervousness. "You always have something intriguing to say."

Lord Aemond chuckled, his eye cold and sparkling. "Flattery will get you nowhere with me, my lady," he said, leaning forward slightly. Camille felt a sudden warmth overtaking her chest, but she tried to ignore it and simply nodded and laughed, fanning herself. "Oh, I wasn't aware that you were that easily impressed!" She joked, glancing up at him. Why did he always have to look so stoic with his dark eyepatch and pomaded hair? The Lord only knew. Lord Aemond smiled at her before getting up from his seat and bowing slightly in front of her. 

He looked just like a cat that was inches away from a sweet, fat mouse. "If I may be so bold, my lady… Would you graciously accept to accompany me to the opera house this evening? It has been an age since I have listened to some sublime melodies, and I can think of no more delightful companion than one as exquisite as yourself."

Camille felt her heart skip a beat at his words, unable to comprehend why such a handsome and well-known gentleman would choose to spend an evening with someone like her. However, before she could find an answer in herself, he extended his arm for her to take hold of it, smiling warmly at her – a look so genuine that all doubts seemed to vanish in seconds. "Yes," She said shyly, putting on a brave smile as she accepted his invitation. After that, conversation seemed to come much easier than before. Lord Aemond showed himself quite the gentleman, talking about his love for works of literature, philosophy and art. Camille had never expected a nobleman to be so open-minded and well-read, yet here he was – speaking as if they were lifelong friends instead of strangers. In little more than an hour they were already deep in discussions regarding the many sculptures they planned to visit during their trip to the opera house.

Camille couldn't believe how quickly time had gone by. She had never felt so comfortable talking to someone she barely knew, and it was a feeling that warmed her heart like nothing else.

With a smile on her face, she got up from her seat, bowing politely to Lord Aemond. "I think it is about time for me to retire to my chambers," She said with an awkward smile, feeling the heat of his gaze upon her.

He nodded in understanding, also getting up from his seat. "It has been a pleasure spending some time with you, my lady," He said warmly before looking away and taking a step back as if to remind himself that it was proper etiquette not to keep someone in their company any longer than necessary.

She smiled and gave him one last curtsy before turning away and walking out of the room. But as soon as she closed the door behind her, Camille could feel her cheeks heating up at the thought of what had just transpired between them–it seemed like an eternity since she had experienced such lovely feelings like these!

Could Lord Aemond have felt something too? She wondered dreamily as she made her way towards her chambers. Only time would tell…

As she sat there, lost in thought, a knock sounded at the door, interrupting her musings. Her maid entered, her face flushed with excitement. "My Lady! There is a package for you, left here by Lord Aemond Targaryen," she said breathlessly, holding out a small parcel wrapped in brown paper.

Camille took the parcel, her heart racing with anticipation. She opened it up, revealing a beautiful necklace made of pearls and diamonds with a thick sapphire in the middle.

"Please tell me if I should consider courting you, my Lady. Do not make it it more difficult for me than it has to be. I know I'm not your first choice.."

A faint crease appeared on her brow as she surveyed his note. She hastened to don the necklace, perplexed by its purpose. Evidently, he was the only person to arouse any kind of romantic feeling in her, so what was he thinking about?

[finniestoncrane]

Finnie, my lovely gal, if it’s not too much to ask could I get a uhhh… no.9 with a side of you’re-a-really-awesome-writer jalapeño poppers and an extra sweet master-of-simp-fics iced tea please?

So I’m a Latina from Texas, but I am whiter than a damn ghost until around summertime where I get a little bit of a tan. ☀️ I have ADHD, anxiety, and depression, and I am somehow on the spectrum but not really (you can thank my psychiatrist) 🙃 I’m into drawing stuff especially if it’s fantastical and/or creepy. I like reading, gaming, doing stuff online, playing on my phone and lots of other stuff I rarely have time for 😅 Creepy stuff is my jam, as well as the colors pink and black and some cute things here and there. I love almost all types of music but I’m a BIG fan of classic rock and I love early 2000’s punk, Pour Some Sugar On Me is my favorite song while Green Day is my favorite band! Horror movies fill me with joy, not even kidding. I love weird facts and information. True crime stuff slaps 👌🏼Comedy shows like Friends and Golden Girls also slap 👋🏼 I have an eyebrow piercing, 5 tattoos (4 small, 1 big that was for my Nanna) and I definitely want more 😂😅 I have dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, a scar on my back from spinal fusion surgery and I’m pretty proud of it tbh!

I’m sorry for rambling and I hope I didn’t add too much ❤️🥲

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: ah peach this is perfect, i already knew lots about you but this was great because i know exactly who i would give you lmao💚 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

ok so let's break this the fuck down!

first off, i think this particular crane is an absolute beast when it comes to mental health, so not only would he find it absolutely fascinating to be able to work with you, he could also prove to be very valuable in helping you to do some healing... or he might be mean about it, just depends on his mood i guess

i think this jon is probably a fan of classical music, but there's something about the dirty, nasty, loud vibes of punk that would get him going and the general horror/gore emotions that the songs/bands/music tend to evoke would be right up his street. he'd probably tell you how the different movements in "jesus of suburbia" really echo the movements often found in a lot of symphonies, and then request to bang you to it

artistic expression is something he would admire in a partner, or even a close friend. i don't imagine he's very artisitic himself, but he holds a deep appreciation for artwork, especially if it's on the spooky side, and especially if it's related to a beloved horror movie

which, speaking of, he'd the biggest horror movie fan ever? like canonically, the man is a buff, a dork, an obsessive loser over horror movies. having someone to get equally as geeked out over them with would bring him so much joy!!

hello true crime fan, it's probably not great for your anxiety, and he will nag you a little bit about that, but he wouldn't be above creating some reading materials for you if it's been a slow week, if you catch his drift...

he has a great sense of humour, if not slightly weird... but he strikes me as the kind of guy who has lines from shows memorised and who will use them at the worst times, making everything he says even creepier. so a binge refresh would be a perfect couple's activity! that way the next time he has someone held at knife point, teasing them to watch them sweat, he can make "could you be any more scared" the most terrifying reference to chandler bing ever. what an accomplishment!

[demona-andariel]

Object of Obsession - 10 / 46

Fandom: Halloween

Pairing: Michael Myers x OFC

Summary: In Haddonfield everyone knows the legend that was Michael Myers. Content and at ease, they’d forgotten what it was to feel fear in the month of October. But now, he finds himself back and ready for blood but then a bond forms between him and one of his victims. A bond he can’t seem to break. And it starts to make him do things he never thought of doing before.

Warnings: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) kidnapping, noncon, explicit sexual content, smut, loss of virginity, rough sex, blood and violence, knifeplay, canon-typical violence

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,944

Chapter 10 - Morning Reflection

Michael paced in his room. He needed to stop thinking. He needed to regain his control. Regain the calm collected killer side of him that seemed to evaporate every time he entered the house and saw her. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. 

With the morning clarity, he once again brought into question her and his reactions. 

The walk back home, the night before, had taken a bit longer than he expected. By the time he’d gotten into the house, he was ready to just lay down and sleep. Somehow, exhausted. 

Only, the moment he stepped inside and his eyes fell on her he had a slight change of plan. Sex felt out of the question, he was a bit tired. But, he was curious. She was standing up, by the dining room table, staring into the kitchen. Her whole body, her presence indicated that she was on alert. She didn’t notice him enter. Her face was incredibly schooled into odd determination as if she was ready to fight. 

The moment he closed the door she relaxed and sat back down. 

Although he clearly scared her, when she realized he was back, she looked relieved. It made him even more curious. Her comment and clear disappointment at him not killing people had amused him, to say the least. He didn’t bother correcting her. It wasn’t her wish that stopped him from killing people. It was just convenience. 

As he had suspected she had a family. What had surprised him was the fact her family was so small. Apparently, her parents died in the accident that gave her those scars. As much as she clearly didn’t want him to kill the family she left, she had to know that he would do it, didn’t she? There was no way she thought that he would let them just take her away from him. Or that they would let her stay with him. She didn’t even want to stay with him. 

He stopped mid-pace and exhaled loudly. A future problem to deal with then, not now. It was entirely possible she’d be dead by that point. Even if she was still alive, he wouldn’t let them just take her. He’d already killed her boyfriend, killing a family member wasn’t that much of a step up.

Pushing the inevitable to one side, he returned to his pacing. A smirk crossed his lips. Her comment about not sucking his cock made him want to test her on that. See if she truly meant to stick to her resolve. Her mouth spoke one thing, but her eyes said another. And that mouth. So warm and inviting. But for the fact that she was internally battling something else, he would have forced her.

Ah, those eyes. Burning with rage, desire, and sadness. Watching that fire burn inside of her as she demanded to be accepted for the way she was fascinated him. As if he cared about her looks. There was something about her that attracted him and that was all he needed. If they didn’t have that then she’d be dead. Brandon. Her boyfriend? The one he killed? He could only assume, didn’t accept her, clearly made her self-conscious about her looks. It made him all the more glad he killed the man. Not that he needed a reason to kill anyone. 

Gretchen.

Michael shook his head as his pace quickened. No, don’t think it. He was a killer, a murderer. He wasn’t a lover. He liked pushing her buttons to see what made her tick. Liked seeing her struggle against his strength, knowing, in the end, she’d bend to his will. She was his toy. His plaything. His object of obsession, for now. And yet, she nearly saw his face. 

He clenched his fists in frustration.

His cock started to lead his mind and body, demanding to breathe in her scent without the added rubber smell from his mask. And in that madness, that need, he had taken it off. Her soft fingers reaching back, feeling his face, he nearly turned her around to pick her up and kiss her. Slam her against the wall and fuck her. It was her own sudden realization that he wasn’t wearing his mask that knocked him back into reality. She wasn’t supposed to see his face. She was never going to see his face. And in that moment, the magic, sexual appeal between them disappeared. 

And yet, he kissed her. The kiss had come out of nowhere. He just needed something from her. As much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t regret it. So soft, so simple, so intimate. It was too close, too soft, too intimate. Fuck, he liked it. It made him panic though. Him! Michael Myers. He had to get away from her, from the new. And he had left without his knife. It took him far too much time to realize he’d left it behind. It wasn’t that he was worried she’d hurt him. Could she hurt herself? Kill herself? He waited until he was sure that she was in her room before retrieving it. To his surprise, she had put it in the sink for him. She didn’t clean it though. At least, not yet.

She just kept doing things, little things that made him want to hold on to her all the more tightly. To make her completely his in that she’d never want to leave him. Fight him? Yes! He loved her struggles. But ultimately be his forever. Or at least, till his killer side was able to finally push back whatever curse kept her safe from him. 

He glanced over at his knife. Blood, death, it was time. He picked it up and stepped out of his room, half expecting to see her coming out of her own looking as sleepy as she had the night before. But, her door was closed. Well, all the better.

He paused by her door for a moment. Morning sex? He could only imagine her grumpy unenthusiastic reply. He huffed at the thought. He looked down at his knife, twisting his wrist to examine it. No, he wasn’t up for sex just yet. He’d give her a few more hours of rest, but there was no way she’d escape a fuck when he returned. 

Michael paused in the middle of the stairs, cocking his head to one side. Gretchen stood on the ground floor, eyes focused ahead. Curious. She still wore the same clothes from the day before. Had she not gone to bed? No, she had. He didn’t see her when he went downstairs to get his knife. 

He walked the rest of the way down, then stopped behind her. She had one hand on her lip, tapping lightly. It was the only movement coming from her other than her breathing. 

Odd. He moved to her side. He was quiet, sure, but she should have seen him, registered he was there. 

Her gaze was planted firmly on the basement door. His skin prickled causing him to go on alert. Her breathing deepened and her skin rose. Something was wrong. A ringing took over his hearing. Danger. He tightened his grip on his knife, focusing on the door.

As quickly as the feeling hit him it disappeared and she relaxed. 

“It’s okay, Gretch,” she muttered to herself. “Oh shit!” She shrieked when she bumped into him as she turned to head into the kitchen. He automatically caught her as her body went limp. “Let me go! Let me-” 

He nearly cut her on accident as she struggled to get away from his grasp. She didn’t expect for him to let her go so quickly, dropping to the ground with a loud thud, and bumping her head on the wall. 

“Ouch. fuck,” she groaned, rubbing the back of her head. A frown cross her brow as she looked around. She glanced up at him and jumped again. “Michael,” she said softly. Her eyes were a little bit darker as if she hadn’t slept much. Was it because they didn’t have sex? He huffed at the thought. Or was it the basement? For some reason, the thought of the basement made his skin rise. 

Her mouth twisted ever so slightly in annoyance. “Are you trying to make me have a heart attack?” She stood up and dusted herself. “Don’t think you’d want to fuck a corpse,” she added. 

His eyes widened at her comment and then a smile crossed his lips, not that she could see it, as she stiffened. Did she really just say that?

She cleared her throat but didn’t look at him. Instead, she kept her head down and moved past him into the kitchen. “Thanks for the tea,” she mumbled. 

So, she had found it. He had placed it on the counter after getting his knife. 

Kill. Blood.

Giving in to his killer side, he walked towards the front door. Sliding the key into the lock, he twisted it and opened the front door.

“Michael?” 

He turned to glance at her. She looked worried, shifting her weight from side to side.

“There’s nothing in the basement, right?”

Odd question, but the image of her sitting on the ground with her back to the basement door came to mind. Even just moments ago, and the night before when she’d been all tense at the dining room table. Was it the basement? The darkness? There was nothing down there.

He closed the door and strode over to her. She visibly swallowed but didn’t shrink away. Her hazel eyes stared back at him, pleading for answers. He shifted his gaze away and walked to the basement, opening the door. A clear indication for her to look for herself. 

She hesitated, her face shifting as she clearly contemplated on whether she wanted to go look or not. For a moment, she seemed to rethink her decision, but then let out a loud exhale and she pushed herself forward, stopping next to him. Her eyes went back to his, questioning him. Whatever she was looking for, she clearly found as she nodded her head and turned to face the basement. Inhaling loudly, she opened her mouth and slowly exhaled. 

He glanced down the stairs into the basement then back at her, watching her body. Inhaling again, she froze. The emotion in the hallway shifted. His breathing deepened as his body told him there was danger. He glanced down the stairs once more. There was nothing down there. But her feelings were rubbing off on him. 

The warm pressure of her body surprised him as she leaned into him. He felt her muscles tense and heard her breathing shallow. She leaned harder against him. She probably didn’t even realize she was doing it. 

“There’s so much blood.” Her voice sounded distant, flat, and matter-of-fact. He looked down the basement again. That wasn’t right. There was no blood down there. No one had died down there. Her shoulders move and her left hand touched his stomach. She trailed it around as if she were going to hug him. Whatever “spell” she seemed to have entered broke as did the feeling of alarm. 

“Oh, sorry,” she said, quickly pulling away from him. Her body relaxed and the danger, whatever it was that she sensed, was gone. “Don’t mind me. It was nothing,” she said, her voice lighter in tone. Was she was feigning happiness? He hadn’t seen that attitude before. She was pretending that everything was alright. 

She glanced down at his knife. “Thank you. Umm… well,” she said, meeting his eyes. “I still hope you won’t be able to kill anyone.” With that, she spun on her heels and stocked off to the living room. 

He frowned, glancing back down at the basement. The darkness there could play with one’s imagination. Possibly made her see blood. Did it really matter? He closed the basement door and walked back to the front. She moved items around on the couch, setting them on the coffee table: A sketchbook and pencils. She drew? There was a lamp on the coffee table, the one she’d tried to use against him days ago. That amused him.

She stood up again, carefully watching him, clasping her hands behind her back. “Try not to kill anyone today,” she repeated.

He huffed. Oh, he hadn’t killed anyone yesterday, today someone was going to be very unlucky. 

He switched directions and walked over to her. Before she could react, he pressed his body against hers, wrapping his right arm around her back, leaning her so he could look down. He raised his empty left hand and ran his thumb along her lower lip. A smile cracked his lips as her breathing deepened and her lips partially opened. 

Better rest up, he thought as he met her tired eyes. When I get back no matter how tired you are, I am going to fuck you. 

Her cheeks darkened into a deep red color as if she read his thoughts. The killer's side tugged at him, begging for blood. But first, some killing needs to be done. He abruptly left her and opened the door, stepping out into the sunset. The night and kill called to him.

Gretchen watched him leave. Her heart pounding wildly in her chest. How brazen to just casually open the front door and leave her behind. In a daze, she sat down on the couch. He was going to fuck her when he got back. He didn’t even have to say it. The simple running of his thumb along her bottom lip, and his eyes, told her his intentions. And she felt excited by the thought.

He’s never going to give you what you crave, the thought came back, but it was her thought this time.  “What I crave is a good night’s sleep,” she muttered. She hadn’t been able to sleep much. The objects and furniture in her room played tricks on her with the night shadows. That and guilt. So much guilt. 

The realization that she didn’t actually miss Brandon hit her hard. Maybe it was because of her tired mind, or maybe she truly did miss him more than she thought. Either way, her mind played dirty, bringing up his laughter, his voice, flashing images of the sparkle in his eyes when he saw her. She was a horrible person. 

Gretchen folded her legs onto the couch and picked up her sketchbook. Her eyes glanced at the lamp for a moment. Her body remembered the strength as he pulled it from her grasp when she tried to hit him with it. The blazing of his eyes, not to harm her, but in excitement to fuck her.

A shiver ran through her body. “Gods, Gretchen, get a hold of yourself,” she muttered. Lusting for a killer? A killer who made her feel safe. 

She clenched her fingers around her pencil. She was good at denying just about anything. It was something her family teased her on. But denial had always been her go-to mechanism when things got tough. It rarely worked, always delaying the inevitable acceptance of what had happened or was going to happen. And yet, she still fell back into her state of denial. 

But, she couldn’t deny it. When Michael stood next to her, by the basement door, she felt afraid. She felt the danger. There was something about the basement that had her brain on alert. Leaning against him, it didn’t lessen the fear or danger. But it made her feel like she could face it. She wanted to hug him. Bring him as close as possible to give her the strength that she needed. 

But her brain reminded her that he was a killer. He just wanted her for sex. He wasn’t going to be there for her when she needed him most. He couldn’t be. 

With a sigh, she opened up her sketchbook to the last drawing she had started of the constellation Cassiopeia. With an exaggerated sigh, she looked to the page opposite. She had started drawing Michael’s profile. She didn’t quite have a full face, probably never would. But she didn’t want to draw his mask. 

“Michael, meet Cassiopeia,” she said. She missed stargazing. The one thing that really helped her calm down. Could she convince Michael to let her out and stargaze? Would he do it with her? She snorted. Gods, Gretchen. 

A yawn caught her by surprise as her body relented to exhaustion. Closing her sketchbook, she paused. Flipping it back open, she grabbed the page that had Cassiopeia and flipped it over. There was a drawing of Pegasus behind Cassiopeia. She flipped the page back for forth. It was too thick. Holding it steady, she stared down the middle. 

“Oh,” she said softly. It was difficult to tell, but there was a line in the middle of the page. She’d glued two pages together at some point. She stuck her fingernail along the line to open it then stopped. No, she never liked those pictures she drew and hid away. Her visions that she saw rarely held anything dark to them. But the ones she drew she never remembered drawing them. She shuddered at the thought, one particularly gruesome image she'd drawn. It was the one that made her realize why she hid them from herself. She couldn't destroy them, just in case. But looking at them? Those, she normally sent to her uncle. Let him figure out those dark meanings. She closed the sketchbook and set it on the coffee table. 

Tomorrow. Tomorrow seemed like a good day to open those pages and peek inside. Maybe some sex would help her sleep better.

Chapter 11 - A Little Anger, A Little Tension Release

[sunlessys]

Sunless/Sol 🌕 he/him, ey/em

🌑 Plural system of 15+ with median tendencies that make counting hard

Collectively we are mostly men, with exceptions.

NO HOSTS NO GODS NO MASTERS

Frequent Fronters: 🫀 Angel, 🔥 Bren, 👁️ Loid, 🌿 S, 🩷 Nobody Flinch

Other Fronters: 🌌 Asch, 💜 Tal, ⚔️ Nicky, 🐦‍⬛ Mo, 🌹 Orpheus

This blog is a catch-all for anything we as a system want to put on it! This includes fandom stuff, personal posts, writings & ramblings, things we tag each other in, things we relate to, & system positivity!

Angel has its own blog @angelsaspect!

Follows from @streetsandsodiumlights, which started as Asch’s blog but which we use as a general catch-all!

More info below the cut!

About us:

Queer, aroace, polyam, 26

Autistic, ADHD, psychotic

Out as a plural system offline

Functionally multiple

Fairly private about any details we share with people who aren’t already trusted friends. These things include names, introject sources, trauma, mental illnesses, exact number of system members, etc. We may choose to never share some things, even when directly asked.

Unfamiliar with 99% of the terms people use to describe their systems online >.>” as a result the words we use for ourselves might seem vague or strange to you. These words are still important to us, and we won’t be changing them to be more specific.

We prefer not to use system roles or label people too heavily, though sometimes individuals choose to identify with a role for their own reasons. We’re trying to abolish “host” as a role at all in our system because of the power imbalance it causes, so we don’t refer to anyone as a “host” publicly!

Interacting with others:

Open to DMs, conversations, and friendships! Plurality is a fascinating topic to discuss with likeminded people. We are also disability advocates and passionate enjoyers of so many forms of art. Maybe we have interests in common! We would love to find out 💖

Friends can have our Simply Plural if they want! We do a good job of keeping fronts updated there and nowhere else.

We might not follow back! It’s not personal, we just curate our dash carefully <3 syscourse in particular, and any topic that suggests syscourse, is something we’re very sensitive and careful about. If we see too much and can’t filter it out, that’s not gonna work for us.

We are 26 years old and prefer not to interact with people under 17! You can follow if you like, but we won’t follow back or have any conversations.

byf: we are a traumagenic system, but we are extremely endo-friendly. we block any syscourse we see on our dash and will not hesitate to block friends or mutuals who put it there too frequently to avoid. this is a hard boundary.

we do not interact with “endos dni” content because we don’t want to see even the vague shape of syscourse in the water. the most we will say on the subject is: the world is a vast and beautiful place and science barely understands the mind. what gives me the authority to say something different from myself can’t exist? who am I to decide that someone else’s lived experiences are or aren’t real? how could I live with myself if I walked up to strangers on the internet and told them they were doing irreparable damage by merely saying “I exist, and I want to exist, and here is what that means to me”? I won’t do that and I won’t get along with people who do. thank you in advance for respecting this.

[moscnios]

✸     now playing  …     YOUR FAVORITE STAR。

✸     pairing! …  f!reader x camboy!portgas d. ace.

✸     type of love! …  physical. romantic.

✸     cw(s)! …  nsfw. afab!reader. ( “cunt” / “core” / “pussy” used to describe genitals among others ) oral. ( f!receiving ) no pronouns used. fingering. one ass smack. mentions of sex work. reader wears a skirt. cringey plot. not proofread. minors DNI.

✸     wc! …  2.9k.

✸     notes! …  this been sitting in the drafts for over a year. if you’re actually seeing it, i surprisingly decided to post it. i apologize in advanced. wanted to practice writing more in 2nd pov since i don’t do that often.

“No. Fucking. Way. It’s you!”

“I...I have no idea what you’re talking about!” You stammered out of embarrassment, hiding your face between the pages of your textbook to avoid his dark eyes. You could already imagine the satisfied smirk written on his features.

The black-haired man sitting across from you on the small twin-sized bed let out a hearty laugh. By how hard he was laughing at your misery, he could have easily knocked himself off of the bed. “Never expected you to be so perverted. Then again...you are an uptight little teacher’s pet. I see why you’d be into that shit.”

“Uptight?! Teacher’s pet?! Excuse me?!”

Even if it hurt, his words did hold a bit of truth. Textbook definition of a goody two shoes, living your life solely for other people who rarely returned the favor, neglecting yourself in the process. You barely had time for hobbies you had yet to discover, for places you’d always want to go, for yourself.

These days you spent most of your time outside classes either studying or helping campus. Your grades were quite great, and you had gotten along with most of your professors. You had even become a tutor, which is how you ended up in this predicament.

You were so frustrated.

Late into the night, you had found yourself up until 2 in the morning, studying for an upcoming test. An exasperated sigh left your lips as the words became a jumbled mess on the pages. You had worn yourself out for the night, there was no more information getting in. But every time you had closed your eyes to rest, you’d be right back up again.

With nothing else to do, you sat back at your desk, clicking away on her laptop in search of any kind of entertainment.

You played flash games, you attempted to read books, even going through the social media pages of your friends to see what fun things they were doing, that they failed to even invite you to. You already knew what their excuse was going to be. ‘Well, we didn’t think you’d want to go...’, even though they never asked.

Clicking from one platform to another, until you reached an ad for one you’d never seen before. The description of the ad was fairly vague, describing it as a membership platform where people could pay to view content.

Just what content was available?

You were intrigued, signing up for an account and scrolling through what the platform had to offer. There were artists, writers, video editors, and many more!

How come you hadn’t heard of such a platform? Where had this platform been all of your life?

As you scrolled through pages and pages of content creators, down the rabbit, you had reached a community of creators you didn’t even think about being on such a site...even if you should have.

Camstars.

Your access was minimal, as you hadn’t paid yet. You could only see people in pretty lingerie, boxers, or sexy costumes. This side of the site had fascinated you more than you’d wanted to say aloud.

You weren’t a prude or anything! You just hadn’t expected to see porn so easily. Maybe that’s why you needed to confirm your age when signing up.

One camboy, in particular, had caught your eye.

A tall fellow with neck-length curly black hair and an orange cowboy hat, partnered with dark eyes and a cocky smile. Who could forget to mention the freckles? Since he had no shirt, you could easily see he was ripped. He obviously took great care of himself. He even had a few tattoos.

On the opening part of his page was a short intro post where he introduced himself as “The name’s Ace. But I’ll be whoever you like for the right price.” Along with the post was a risque picture of himself posing in front of a dirty mirror with his hand in his pants, giving what he called “a sneak peek of what’s to cum. Get it?”

He was quite...the cheesy fellow. But it added to his charm. 

You were sold.

After pondering on the idea for nowhere near long enough, you clicked the join button on the cheapest membership tier, gaining access to most of his posts and a little automated message that was sent to everyone who joined. Too eager to see you were what was hidden in his pants, you didn’t even worry about the message.

Luckily, you didn’t have to scroll to far. A rather poorly taken nude had appeared on the screen. His hardened cock in his hand, appearing just below the intro post with the caption, “Thanks for 1k subscribers. Here’s my thank you. Should be fucking one of you to celebrate though.”

You pressed your thighs together at the sight, attempting to soothe the dull aching in between your legs. Before you knew it, you had spent hours scrolling through his page from top to bottom. Your earphones stuffed into your ears at the max volume. Not a single picture or video slips by you. 

Your cheek pressed against the cool pillows on your bed, with your bare ass in the air, mewling softly as your fingers circle your clit. Ace’s voice in your ears, spewing degrading things between his own mewls and moans.

“You fucking love this, don’t you? Picturing my dick inside of you? Yeah?” The deep breaths, shallow sighs, the moans between his words sent chills down your spine. Your eyes were wired shut as you pictured him there. “You’d love it if I was there with you right now, huh? You’d let me claim your slutty hole, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t you, baby?”

You pictured him hovering over you, cock buried so deep inside your pussy, degrading you for all you’re worth. You bite down into your pillow to muffle your pretty noises as you reach your first high in who knows how long.

You would eventually join the highest membership tier he had to offer. The benefits definitely beat the others. You could even send him more money on the side for special requests for eyes only, such as:

“If it’s not too much, could you record a video of you humping your pillow?”

“Only if you want to, could you masturbate in front of a mirror?”

“Would you ever try toys? Like a vibrator?”

You were always so sweet and polite in your messages, of course, he noticed you and took quite a liking to you. Ace was quite curious about you, wondering if you were struggling with a porn addiction or if it was just a hobby of yours. Though it didn’t stop him from throwing in an extra dick pic, moaning video, or birthday video for his favorite supporter.

Never in a million years would you believe you’d run into him on campus.

To make matters worse, you never expected to be in the same math class. You had nearly fainted, seeing his head full of curly hair with his orange hat on his back, as he walked past her while talking to a group of friends. You wanted to believe there was just someone identical to him. Maybe he was a twin! But it wasn’t likely anyone shared EVERY feature Ace had. Even down to the freckles and tattoos.

It was him.

The camboy you had masturbated to and threw tons of money at, right in front of you. Luckily he didn’t know your real name or face. As long as you didn’t give it away, he wouldn’t know, right?

Though he made it hard to focus. You knew what he looked like naked, it’s all you could think about in his presence. Even though you knew it was wrong, it didn’t stop your mind from picturing just what he could do to you. The dirty fantasies your mind seemed to come up with as Ace did relatively normal things, such as; falling asleep in class, asking if you had an extra pencil, or asking to copy notes.

Due to Ace’s bad habit of not paying attention in class, he’s failing. Even after trying to pay attention in class, he just still didn’t get it. Which is how he ended up, coming up to you after class to ask you to tutor him.

How were you going to tell him no?

Now here you sat in his dorm room, face shoved into your textbook, trying to hide from him as he discovered that you are not only one of his subscribers but his highest-paying one as well.

Seeing a notification from the platform appear across your phone screen, teasing you a little as he snatched your phone away. Defending yourself, as you tried your hardest to get it back before he saw too much. But he was too far gone, wanting to see what creators you were supporting, coming across his own account.

He was stunned for a moment, before laughing as you finally snatched your phone back and sat all the way on the other end of his bed. He scooted closer to you, taking the textbook in your hands and setting it down on the floor. “I never expected my best supporter to be so close to me. It’s almost cute, how you tried to hide it. You know, you could have just told me.”

His hand found its way onto the plush skin of your thigh, slowly inching toward the hem of your skirt. You had tensed up a bit at his sudden touch. You placed your hand on top of his, stopping him from moving up any further. Though you did not remove his hand.

“It’s...embarrassing...” You trailed off, your eyes had stayed on the placement of his hand, “It’s nothing anything you, of course! You look great! I mean...”

“Thank you,” He chuckled, “But I know what you meant. I don’t think you should be embarrassed by it. We all have our needs, right?”

Of course, you agreed. it’s how you ended up becoming his top subscriber. Ace brushed your hand off of his, making contact with your thigh once more. He leaned close to your ear. He continued, “You work so hard every day. You always put everyone’s well-being before your own, even mine. Plus, you always tip me so generously and you’re so sweet to me. You take such great care of me, ( y/n ).”

You could feel his plump lips grazing the shell of your ear, setting your skin ablaze. Though he was not finished yet, “Can I show you how thankful I am to my favorite subscriber?” It felt like the magic word to make her putty in his hands. It was one thing to hear him say it through your earphones into the night with your hand stuffed into your panties. It was an entirely new experience to hear him say it in person, his hand just above the place you craved him.

“I would love that,” Your words came out a mere pathetic whisper.

“Your wish is my command,” He smirked before leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate, desperate kiss. His lips were even softer than you could ever imagine as they danced across yours. He slid his tongue into your mouth, allowing his muscle to circle yours.

Ace’s hand flipped up your skirt to show your soaked panties. You pulled away from his lips, breathlessly. He pressed a line of short kisses up your neck before looking down between your legs. Eagerly you spread your legs wide for him without shame. He couldn’t even hide the cocky grin, “You’re not even shy about it anymore, how cute.” 

He grabbed onto the waistband of your panties, pulling them up a bit before letting them go, the fabric snapping down onto your skin. “Ouch, Ace~!” You mewl as he finally took your panties off and tossed them aside with a laugh. But the skirt was staying. He pressed a kiss to your neck, “Sorry, starshine.”

He moved off of the bed, his knees hitting the carpet floor as he settled himself between your legs. Wrapping his arms around your legs, pulling you closer to the edge, bringing your glistening cunt closer to him. He began a trail of open mouth kisses to your inner thighs, taking his sweet time moving up to your core, leaving the occasional playful bite to make you both giggle.

As he took his time, you slipped off your shirt, letting it fall behind you. Finally, at your core, he licked a stride up your glistening folds before burying his face, making you shudder. Without wasting any time, he began to lap at your folds. He was so fixated on your core, a look of complete delight written on his features. Through his hooded eyes, he looked up to see you writhing in pleasure. Your pretty mewls and moans sound like the most beautiful melody he’s ever heard.

Your hand found its way into his solid black, curly locks, gripping tightly as you push him further into you. Ace latched his mouth onto your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves. The band of pleasure stretched in the lower pit of your stomach, as your body wrenched under him. After riding out your orgasm, Ace removed himself from your legs, lightly tapping your thigh, “Come on, babe.”

He flipped you over gently, before wrapping an arm around the front of your legs, to pull you up, leaving your ass in the air. The dark-haired camstar was beside himself, pressing a kiss to your ass cheek, “And to think you were right in front of me all along. If I had known you were so close, I would have actually fucked you for your birthday.”

“There’s always next year, right?” You look over your shoulder at him.

“Oh starshine, believe I’ll do more than that for your next birthday,” Ace glides two fingers into you, causing you to moan. He curls his digits, looking at the reaction your body is giving him. He loved knowing that he was making you feel so good.

He swiftly removed his fingers from your hole. Before you could even whine at the sudden loss of contact, he practically shoved his face into your pussy, burying his hot tongue into you. You let out a curse that was probably too loud, falling face-first into the mattress. Your hands gripping the sheets on either side of you.

He was different than before. Like he was no longer trying to be cocky, but rather he was more desperate and messy, lapping at your folds with such intensity. His chin wet from your arousal. He reintroduced his fingers. The combination of his hot tongue and fingers was overwhelming. That second band of pleasure was already building up quickly.

“Fuck, Ace! So...good!” The second band of pleasure washed over you before you even knew it, cumming onto his tongue. He rides out your second orgasm, before pulling away from your folds with a playful smack to your ass. “Can’t wait anymore...gotta be inside of you.” He ridded himself of his clothes in a rush. He had finally released his cock, so hard, oozing with pre-cum, red with need. He needed to be inside of you or else he was going to go crazy.

But, not without protection. In his full glory, he walked over to the nightstand, pulling out a condom from one of the drawers, rolling it onto his hardened cock as he kneeled behind you.

He gripped onto your hips, fingers digging into your flesh to hold you in place, as he impatiently guided his length into your hole. A fucked out mewl left your lips, no longer being able to form coherent words. His mouth was slightly agape at the feeling of your tight walls around him, “You feel...fucking amazing!”

His thrusts were rough and fast, the tip of his length nearly kissing your cervix. You’ve never felt so full, so blissed out that you couldn’t even find the words to speak. You deserved this, to be pleasured in all the best ways, to be treated like royalty. And Ace, your favorite camboy, was the one to do it.

He leans down, pressing his chest against your back, closing in the space. He wrapped an arm around you, peppering your shoulder and lower neck with open-mouthed kisses. “My favorite star...my sweet starshine,” He mumbles against your hot skin as he pounded into you.

“Ace...I’m gonna...” You try to say between moans.

“Cum, baby,” He panted out. His words were all you needed to be sent over the edge, your third and final orgasm ripping through you like a storm. As you can, he had as well, shuddering into the croak of your neck, filling the condom. A long drawn-out ‘fuck’ left his mouth. 

He pulled out of her, tossing the condom into the trash bin before laying on his back. Without much thought, he pulled you into his embrace. “Too tired for math...let’s cuddle and nap.”

“This must be the secret membership tier that only your favorite subscribers get into,” You teased.

“That is true. It comes with the most important perk of them all, me. This tier could be all yours and only yours for the low-low price of dinner on me.”

You looked up as if you were pondering the idea, “That does sound like quite the deal. Pass our next test and you got yourself a deal.”

“Reachable goals, ( y/n ). I need reachable. Not unrealistic ones.”

© MANGEKYUOU.  

[hellfiremunsonn]

Hellfire Club

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

Rated 18 plus. MINORS DNI.

Eddie munson AU swearing, sub fem, dom Eddie, fingering, female orgasm, praise kink? (if there’s anything else I should tag lemme know) 

You moved to Hawkins about four months ago and it was quite the change from being so used to living in the city. You grew to love it and eventually felt that slowly it was becoming 'home'. It was hard to fit in those first few months especially starting your senior year at a whole new school but your now best friends were eager to help you around. You spent your lunch and most of your classes with them. There was Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, and Max Mayfield. Then there was Will Byers, Johnathan Byers and Jane Hopper but we called her El instead. They only recently moved back to Hawkins so you didn't know them as well as the rest of the gang. There were also Nancy Wheeler, who was Mikes older sister, who was dating Johnathan but she never was around for lunch because she was always off studying somewhere with Johnathan or interviewing people for the school paper. Robin Buckley sat with us on occasion but she spent most of her time god knows where. And then there was Steve Harrington. He graduated last year but still hung out with all of you when he wasn't working or trying to take girls on dates. Key word being trying. Last but not least there was Eddie Munson, a victory lapper of his senior year, and leader of the Dungeons and Dragons club they named 'Hellfire'. He was very intimidating and you honestly tried your best to keep quiet around him in fear of him outing the fascination you had with him. He was just so unapologetically himself, he was loud, and goofy, a little clumsy, and goddam good looking.

On this particular day the guys were bugging you to join their DnD campaign for the night because Lucas couldn't make it because of his championship basketball game. Steve had a date to the same game, and Robin was in the band so she had to attend and thus you being the only one left for them to bug. They even tried asking Nancy. They didn't want to upset Eddie knowing how eccentric he could be so they didn't want to deal with having to ask him to postpone it.

You leaned into your hands, fisting your hair as they all spoke at once.

"C'mon please! We are literally begging you, we will never ask you to do anything else, please, c'mon" Dustin pleaded actually getting onto his hands and knees next to you. Loosening the grip you had on your hair you opened your eyes and gave him a side glance. Sighing you agreed and the three boys jumped up from the table high-fiving each other.

"You are a goddess, no a queen, you're amazing, thank you so much" Dustin said holding you by the shoulders.

"Save it Henderson" You said pushing his hand off of you with a laugh. They sure were annoying but you couldn't ask for a better group of friends. "I don't know how you put up with them" You said looking at El and Max on the other side of the able. "Its difficult believe me" Max said rolling her eyes briefly looking across the cafeteria at Lucas who was sitting at the popular jocks table. She had broken up with him during the summer from what you remember being told but you could tell she still had feelings for him. You give El a quick 'she's doing it again' look and she gave a sad 'I know' look back. You had tried to talk to max about it every once in a while but she was always quite defensive about it. You sighed  going back to the book you were reading before being rudely interrupted by Dustins begging.

It was The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald that you had to read for English but had already read it a few times before. As a hopeless romantic it easily became one of your favourites. Biting on the end of your pen a little you rocked your head back and fourth absorbing the familiar words in front of you when a loud bang on the cafeteria table shocked you out of your thoughts.

"Afternoon ladies and gentlemen" There he was.

You were almost hopeful he wouldn't show up to lunch today but the tall man stood at the end of the table both hands pressed firmly on the edge. "She's going to fill in for Lucas tonight" Dustin huffed out quickly.

Your stomach turned with nerves wondering what Eddie was going to say about it. He tilted his head slightly, rising his eyes to yours. "Interesting" He said. "Never pegged you for the kind of person to be willing to give this fantasy world a shot, you're always so busy reading" He said gesturing to the old paperback in your hands. "I've played before" you said quietly trying to avoid eye contact but those dark eyes seemed to be piercing a hole through you. A large smile spread across his face. "I've only played once so I'm still new to it" you mumble in a panic not knowing what he was expecting from you. You didn't want him to think you were some expert on the game.

"No worries princess I'll show you the ropes" He slapped the table in excitement as he plopped himself down onto his seat stealing one of Dustins fries in the process.

You felt Eddies eyes on you for the rest of the lunch period but tried your best to stay focused on the book but you found your eyes just skimming the words without actually reading them.

When the final school bell rang you shoved your science binder into your locker and closed it quickly before running off to find one of the guys. You spotted Mike and El down the hall and jogged over to them. "Hey Mike what time is Hellfire?" you asked leaning up against the locker next to him and El. "In like a couple hours, we usually go home and eat dinner first and then come back" He said rummaging through his backpack.

"Okay so should I come pick you guys up?" You offered. You were one of the gang who had somehow managed to get a shitty car. Thankful it could get you from point A to point B and it had saved Steve and Nancy from driving everyone now that you could.

"Yeah that would be cool of you" Mike said closing his locker and giving El a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing her hand. She let out a small giggle as her cheeks reddened

"Oh and where is it?" You asked.

"The theatre club room, with all the stage stuff in it next to Mr. Morrisons class" He said.

"Got it thanks"

You walked to my car quickly hoping to avoid any of the popular kids. They didn't bother you too much but when they did it really stung. Luckily they weren't around the parking lot when you emerged from the squeaky metal doors of the school.

The drive home was short but always peaceful, but today it barely gave you a moment of peace and relaxation before what your night was about to turn into.

"Mom I'm home!" you shouted from the front door kicking off your shoes and making your way up stairs. "Hi honey! I'm in the kitchen if you need me" She shouted back. You had a great relationship with your parents honestly and you loved them a lot. They were some of the most understanding and accepting people you knew.

Once in your room you threw your backpack onto the floor and rummaged around for your shower supplies before hurrying into the shower. You knew you still had a few hours to kill before you had to head back to the school but you wanted to make sure you looked presentable for it. You also felt like you had to impress Eddie, like you had to prove to him that you belonged there when god knows you were the shyest one in the group and you knew Eddie was well aware of that, and would definitely try to push as many as your buttons he could.

You washed your hair throughly, giving your scalp a good extra scrub and shaved anything you felt needed to be smooth... Including your bikini line even though you were sure no one was going to see you that close or naked below the waist, but you felt like you had to be prepared just in case.

Your clothing of choice was an old band t-shirt and some ripped black jeans. Throwing on a black leather jacket on top hoping it would appease the Dungeon master himself.

"Well don't you look cute!" Your dad said leaning in the doorframe of your bedroom. "Where are you off to tonight?"

"I told Dustin I would take Lucas's place in the hellfire club tonight. Eddie has been planing this campaign for weeks now and they didn't want to let him down"

He chuckled. "Well have fun, and be safe, don't stay out too late okay?"

"I'll try" You said giving him a wink. He knew you never stayed out too late and it was a running joke around the house whenever you did have plans and actually left the house. It was almost celebrated.

"Love ya kiddo!" He said loudly as he descending down stairs to probably join your mom in the kitchen.

Most parents would cringe at the thought of their daughter not only going to a cub filled with boys but a club to play Dungeons and Dragons. The game from hell apparently but it wasn't like that at all.

You pulled up to the wheelers house and gave your horn two light honks signalling that you were out front and the three boys stumbled out of the house only a few minutes later.

"You fucking ready?!" Dustin yelled hopping into the front seat while Mike and Will climbed into the back.

"As ready as I'll ever be" You said forcing a smile.

Driving back to school after-hours felt strange, like you weren't supposed to be there and were breaking in, but it wasn't a secret that the club was happening.

The halls were kind of creepy with half the lights turned off. You picked at the skin on your thumb trying to calm your nerves but the closer you got to the classroom the more your stomach started to flip.

The loud rock music playing from the room in the distance only got louder as we approached. I stopped in the doorway as the rest of them walked in and watched as Eddie stood up on his throne at the end of the table. One foot on the arm rest as he played an air guitar to the music blasting from the other side of the room.

I bit my lip tilting my head as I analyzed him. He sure was something.

"Munson!" Dustin yelled, snapping Eddie out of his musical trance, and a large smile spread across his face. From the other side of the room Mike turned down the music and then joined the others at the table.

Eddie jumped off of his thrown and slapped his hands together in a slow clap. "well well well the newbie actually showed up" he said taking a few strides towards me.

"Even if she bailed she offered to drive us so she had to come anyway" Mike laughed while setting up the table. Three other people joined and I recognized them from Eddies band. I had never seen them play or even heard anything from them but had seen them with Eddie often.

"Well lady and gentlemen" he said turning swiftly his long hair flowing over his shoulders . "Let us begin"

The night was filled with screaming and laughing and so much fun. Everyone was quite eager to make sure I felt comfortable and understood what I was doing and even Eddie would wait patiently as I collected my thoughts of what to do next and he seemed almost proud when I was starting to get the hang of it. By the end of the night we were all sweaty and definitely a little loopy from so much commotion.

"Andy, Nancy is picking us up so you can just go straight home instead of having to go all the way past your house to get us home first" Mike said swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"Oh" I said a little shocked "Thanks for saving me some time" I said sitting forward in my chair, my hands folded in my lap going back to the rough skin on my thumb. I wasn't sure when to leave now because I didn't have to leave with the rest of them but I also didn't want to overstay my welcome with Eddie and his bandmates.

It was quieter now and so I rose from my chair to the other side of the room where my bag laid across one of the discarded school desks. Grabbing one of the straps it slid off the table, a few contents of my bag spilling onto the floor. I groaned rolling my eyes as I crouched down onto the floor to gather my items back together. Reaching for the the last item I leaned forward onto my hands and knees grabbing it from under the desk.

"That's a view I could get used to" I heard from behind me.

It felt like my throat had closed as I leaned back onto my knees and stood up with the help of the desk. My cheeks were hot and I didn't want to turn around but when I did everyone had left except for Eddie. He stood leaning against his throne, the soft spotlight above him lighting him up making him look almost godly.

"You probably say that to all the girls" I said softly pulling my bag up over my shoulder.

He slapped his chest imitating that he had been shot with a dramatic head drop.

"I'm wounded newbie" He said pushing himself off of the chair to stand with his arms folded across his chest.

"I have a name you know" I said scuffing the tip of my shoe across the tile floor.

"I'm aware" He said proudly. "But nicknames are so much fun"

"Newbie is a shit nickname" I said finally looking back at him.

He slapped his chest again. "Again you wound me" He said taking another step closer to me. But this time when his foot touched the ground there was a light crunching noise and we both looked down to see what he had stepped on.

My whole body heated as I realized it was my packet of birth control. It must have fallen out of my bag with the other items but I didn't notice.

"Oh um that's mine" I said walking over quickly to grab it. but just before my hand could touch the tinfoil packaging Eddies foot came back down to over it. I was now Kneeling in front of him, my hand almost touching his beaten up combat boot when he crouched down in front of me making it harder to avoid his dark eyes again.

He slipped the packaging from under his shoe and pretended to examine it throughly. "Huh" he said.

"Give it to me" I said trying to swipe it from his hands but he was faster.

"That's not a very nice way of asking for things sweetheart" he chuckled. "Try again"

"Can I have it back please" I said chewing on my bottom lip. Something about him bossing me around started a fire in the pit of my stomach and a fire a little bit lower than I'd like to admit.

He held it between his two fingers. "I'll keep this in mind" he said tilting the package towards me. I grabbed it quickly and shoved it deep into my bag. Getting up I started to walk towards the door. "So do you let all the boys cum in you?" he said in a cocky tone. I stopped in my tracks and spun on my heel slowly. "Excuse me?" I said in shock.

"You know" He said shrugging. "The birth control" he said gesturing to my bag that I clutched tightly to my arm.

"Why does it matter?" I said annoyed. Why did he just assume because I was on birth control that I was letting a bunch of guys finish in me?

"Cause if I was to fuck you on this table right now I'd want to be the only one filling you up"

I choked on my spit in an attempt to swallow and he laughed at my widen eyes and my mouth agape.

"You look pretty with your mouth open like that" He said swiping one of his ringed fingers across his bottom lip.

I stood frozen as he approached me again. I didn't want to admit to him let alone myself that the words coming out of his mouth was indeed making it hard for me to keep still. I stood with my feet close together squishing my thighs together as best as I could without making it obvious.

"Sounds like you've got a crush on me Munson" I said trying to take control of the situation.

"Oh absolutely I do" He said as a matter of fact.

Again I was shocked. There was no way that Eddie Munson was even remotely interested in me. I was the quietest one of his friends, friends and never spoke more than four words to him a day. Yet I found myself constantly day dreaming and wondering what his hands would feel like on my bare skin, and if his rings would be cold to the touch. The first day I met him when he took my hand and kissed the top of it while introducing himself he took a spot in my heart but I shoved it down as deep as I could because I didn't know him and he was the guy's good friend. So I kept my distance and avoided him as best as I could, which was hard considering he is who he is. "Well unfortunately I have to get going" I said turning away from him.

"Dream of me princess" he said with a chuckle.

I hurried to my car turning the key in the ignition and drove off as fast as I could. I wasn't sure if it was to get away from Eddie or my own thoughts.

Who did he think he was? Thinking he could just talk to me like that, to anyone like that! My hands gripped the steering wheel turning my knuckles white the harder I squeezed. I should really say something to him, I should turn around drive to his stupid trailer and kick the door down. But what would I actually say when I got there? He'd look at me with those soul seeing eyes and I'd forget why I even drove there in the first place. "Ugh!" I slammed one hand on my steering wheel in frustration. How could he have so much power over me. Yet somehow minutes later I was turning onto the dusty path into the trailer park. I had only been here once before when picking Max up for school so I knew which trailer was Eddies but I had never seen the inside of it before.

I pulled up to his trailer a little more aggressively then I meant and ripped my keys out of the ignition. Swinging my door open quickly I got out rushing towards the few metal steps to the trailer when the door swung open hitting my arm briefly before a small frame stumbled into me causing me to fall backwards scuffing both my elbows off the ground. My eyes closed briefly while I braced for impact and when I opened them Chrissy Cunningham was laid on top of me.

"Chrissy?" I said. "What are you doing here" I questioned pushing her backwards and helping her up. A small sting hitting just below my knee. I winced but continued to look at Chrissy. Her doe eyes wide and probably in shock expecting no one to see her here, considering she was popular and on the cheerleading team.

"Nothing, and if you say anything to anyone I'll be sure to make your life a living nightmare" She turned on her heel and sped off quickly and I watched her in confusion as she faded into the distance. Furrowing my brows I turned my head back to the trailer in front of me and realized Eddie was standing in the door way looking down at me still sitting on the ground. "Couldn't get enough of me huh?" He said smugly as he jumped down in front of me holding out a hand to help me up. I grabbed it and let him get me to my feet and he didn't let go until he thought I was steady enough. Wiping my arms and legs of the dust I was now covered in I scowled.  "What was Chrissy doing here" I asked with a little more jealousy in my voice than expected.

"business" He said watching me continue to dust myself off. I winced again dusting my legs off knowing I must have cut myself on something while falling. "Are you going to stand there and watch me or are you going to invite me in?" I questioned.

Eddie smiled as he took a step to the side making a dramatic gesture for me to enter the trailer before him. I stepped in hesitantly not knowing what to expect to see but it was actually quite typical. Scattered clothes and dishes, empty beer cans littered the floor, it smelt kind of old and stale but almost comforting because it's what Eddie slightly smelled like. "So what 'business' did you have to attend to with Chrissy Cunningham?"

"She wanted weed" he said shrugging while he slumped down onto the worn sofa.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Weed? Chrissy doesn't do that stuff"

"Well I guess she does now" he said laughing.

The intrusive thought that entered my mind was that Chrissy maybe got into weed from spending time with Eddie, secret time with him and I began wondering if they were sleeping together. I began chewing on my bottom lip while I continued to look around attempting to distract myself from Eddies eyes watching me as I explored the small space. "Where's your uncle?" I asked quietly examining a magazine that was on the small kitchen counter.

"Working somewhere" He said with a sigh. "He's not here very often"

I nodded slowly.

"You bite your lip when you're nervous you know" He said breaking the silence. "You pick at your thumb as well"

I let my lip slide out from under my teeth and my hands instinctively hid behind my back. "I'm not nervous" I said faking confidence.

"Whatever you say princess. Are you going to tell me why you're here or are you just going to stand in the middle of my home and stare at all my belongings?" He said leaning forward resting his head in his hands. I turned towards him walking over to him when I tripped over my untied shoelace falling onto my hands and knees in front of him.

He stifled a laugh. "Am I going to have to keep you in a bubble?" He said reaching forward helping me up once again. "You gotta stop getting onto your knees in front of me or else I'm going to continue to have some explicit thoughts"

"Stop that" I said angrily sitting down next to him. "You can't keep saying stuff like that"

"Why does it turn you on?" He said bringing a piece of his hair up to his face and hid behind it.

"I'm sure you wish it did" I said lying. "I didn't like the birth control comment" I admitted. "It made me feel gross and like you thought of me as someone who just slept with a load of guys and let them cum in me" I said making a grossed out face at the thought.

"I'm sorry I offended you with that, I was just trying to bug you"

"Thank you for apologizing" I said fumbling with my hands in my lap.

"That's not why you're really here though is it" he asked glancing at me.

"I honestly don't know why I'm here, I was just driving and ended up here, and then I saw Chrissy and I don't know" I said trailing off. Annoyed I shrugged my leather jacket off to inspect my burning elbows from falling and as I expected both were scrapped.

"Shit" Eddie said grabbing one of my arms and pulling it towards him. "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?" He said getting up and walking to the other end of the trailer. He came back with a couple bandaids and a damp face cloth. "C'mere" he said motioning for me to scoot closer to him. I bent my arm resting my head on my hand while Eddie carefully dabbed at my elbows making sure they were clean enough for his liking before smoothing the bandaids over the scapes. Leaning back he smiled at his work clearly proud of himself. "You're cured my dear" He said clapping his hands together. "I think you're forgetting something" I teased.

"What could I possibly be forgetting?" He questioned.

I bent both my elbows this time looking back and fourth between them before giving him a small pout. "You have to kiss them better"

"How silly of me" He said smiling. He slid off the couch next to me and knelt in front of me, his hands touching my thighs as he opened my legs slightly to shift his body between them. Taking one arm at a time he planted a soft kiss to each of them while never breaking eye contact. My heart was pounding and I instinctively went to press my thighs together squishing Eddie slightly before realizing what I was doing. He licked his lips smiling while tilting his head to the side. "You like me being between your legs newbie?"

"I have a name" I reminded him.

He chuckled. "That you do princess" he said sitting back slightly.

Heat rose through my body as I leaned forward pulling him to me by the collar of his jacket crashing my lips into his. He fell backwards and I straddled him quickly. His hands held the sides of my face kissing me back harshly. They were sloppy and wet, desperate kisses. I couldn't believe what I was doing and how my body was reacting but it felt so good I didn't want to stop any time soon. I couldn't believe he really did have so much power over me. "Fuck you Munson" I breathed against his mouth. One of his hands shifted to my hair and at the base of my neck he pulled it making my head lean back and away from him.

"What was that?" He said. His eyes darker then before, his pupils so large you could barely see the actual colour of his eyes. "I said 'fuck you Munson" I giggled repeating myself.

"I don't think that's very nice of you" He said gripping my hair a little harder making a small groan of protest leave my lips. "Open your mouth" He ordered and I obliged, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out in front of him. He pursed his lips together before letting a thin string of saliva fall from his mouth and onto my exposed tongue. "Swallow it" he said holding my chin with his other hand while I closed my mouth and swallowed. "Good girl" He said smiling. A small moan escaped my mouth in response to his praise. "C'mere" He said helping my up and leading me back over to the couch behind us and sat down gesturing for me to sit between his legs with my back pressed to his chest. Moving my hair off of my neck he peppered small kisses down the exposed skin sucking and nipping at it every so often. "Lean back on me" He said pulling my shoulders back so I would relax into him. His hands slid down my sides until reaching the top of my jeans, his fingers sliding into the waist band of them making small circles on my hips. "Mmm" I said tilting my head back into his shoulder. "More" I whispered.

"What was that?" He cooed in my ear.

"I want more" I said reaching my hands behind me and tugged on some of his hair.

"What is it that you want" He said continuing to rub circles on my hips.

"I want you to touch me" I whined. His hands stopped and he slid them out of my waistband before slowly reaching for the button of my jeans and popped it open, pulling the two sides making the zipper of them open easily.  All he did was trace the line of my underwear and my breath hitched and I rolled my head to the side biting onto the fabric of my t-shirt in anticipation.

"Jesus I haven't even touched you yet darling and you're already purring for me"

"Please Eddie" I whimpered pulling his hand and attempted to guide him between my legs but he grabbed my hands and pulled them back up over my head and placed them on the back of his neck. "Keep them here" He ordered. I squirmed in his lap. "I'll keep them there,  just please touch me" I licked my lips trying to gain back some moisture to them.

"Promise me princess" He said tapping the small black bow on the front of my underwear.

"I promise Eddie, I promise, please"

"Good girl" He said as he finally slid his hand under the thin fabric giving a small swipe of the prominent slickness of my very obvious arousal.

"Fuck" He breathed down my neck "All this for me?" He began rubbing soft slow circles on my clit, a small cry leaving my mouth. I had thought about this for so long, anything involving him touching me and it was finally happening. Moan after moan left my lips as I shifted against him.

"You're going to have to keep quiet kitten or the whole neighbourhood will hear how much you love the way I touch you" He slipped one finger into me his large ring grazing my entrance as his finger curled up into me.

"Oh my god" I said with my head dropping forward in pleasure. I could feel the grip of my hands starting to loosen around his neck but I tried my best to keep them in their place. I felt his erection behind me the more I squirmed against him but I couldn't help it. The restriction of my jeans giving me only a taste of what I really wanted.

"Eddie" I whined tilting my head back up against him again.

"My name sounds so pretty coming out of your mouth" His breath warming my neck. He went back to rubbing circles on my clit and I felt that familiar heat grow deep in my belly. "Faster" I begged and he listened still with light hands he rubbed faster. My hands loosened completely falling back against his shoulders. "I'm gunna cum Eddie" I breathed. The feeling rose and rose filling my limbs with the static of slight numbness as I rode out my orgasm loudly. Eddies free hand cupped my mouth to muffle my moans. Tears pricked my eyes with pleasure and overstimulation as his rubbing slowed. My arms had fallen completely to my sides and my breathing was heavy as I rested my head against him waiting for the ringing in my ears to cease.

After a few moments of silence I shifted slightly so I could look up at him and he was already looking down at me. His eyes looked much softer now than earlier and I couldn't help but smile. He took his hand from between my legs and stared at me as he put both fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. "Sweetest pussy I've ever tasted"

I blushed and turned away from him trying to hide my rosy cheeks. "I can't move" I laughed. "My body feels like J-ello" I said softly. From his position Eddie picked me up placing me gently on my feet. I was a little wobbly but his hands kept me in place. He smoothed my hair out of my face and cupped my cheeks with both hands. "How do you feel?"

"Higher than a kite" I said lazily. I wasn't lying. I felt like I was floating my head and heart felt calm and happy.  I reached forward to unbuckle his belt but he stopped me. I pouted and looked up at him. "What about you" I said attempting to palm him through his jeans.

"No" he said kissing me on the forehead. "Tonight wasn't about me feeling good it was about you and that's all I want" His voice was quiet and sweet and although the brat in me wanted to try again to see what would happen I listened. "I have to go home" I hummed leaning into his chest and wrapped my arms around him.

"I don't think you should drive like this" he said with a chuckle that shook my head against him. "Sleep here"

I nodded as he grabbed my hand and lead me to his small bedroom. "Sorry it's uh, a bit messy, I wasn't planning on having company"

"I don't care" I said belly flopping onto his bed clutching one of the pillows around my head.

"Can I take these off of you?" he said tugging on the hem of my pant leg.

"Yes sir" I said snuggling further into his pillow. He pulled my jeans off of my waist and to my knees before pulling them off one leg at a time. He gave my ass a playful smack before laying his blanket on top of me. He kissed me on the head before turning to leave but I reached out and grabbed his hand. "What do you need?" he asked sitting on the edge of the bed. "Stay" I mumbled and a small blush crept to his cheeks.

He shifted so he was now laying on his back while I curled up next to him. He hummed a tune to a song I didn't recognize and stroked my hair until I eventually fell asleep.

[beyondspaceandstars]

Around Your Neck

Bonus: Part 2

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader feat. Voyeur!Zemo Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, choking, metal arm kink, fingering, public sex, voyeurism, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI. Summary: Zemo was quite intrigued by you and Bucky fucking on his plane that he takes some bold steps when he sees you two running off to do similar activities on another one of his properties. A/N: alright! this idea actually stems from a conversation that took place in the original ‘Around You Neck’ piece. A reader (see full exchange below) threw around the idea of Zemo watching and someone second but it took me a while to actually get down how to go about this although i think i got it I THINK I DID GOOD. i enjoyed it so fingers crossed this lives up to any expectations

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3

Things had gotten hot and heavy between you and Bucky once again upon settling into Zemo’s place.

Once the gig was up and everyone was fully aware of your particular interest in a particular arm, you didn’t even attempt to hide your lustful gazing.

And something about that sure got Bucky going.

He pushed you against the wall of the fancy bathroom. His lips were on yours from the second he made some lame-ass excuse to pull you away from Sam and Zemo. 

Sam had chosen to ignore it, not feeling like now was the time to lecture either of you. Zemo on the other hand had watched silently as Bucky’s hand gripped the back of your neck and your thighs twitched in response before you two disappeared into the bathroom. 

You had felt Zemo’s eyes on you two as Bucky fumbled with the door before shoving you in, deepening the kiss, but you had chosen to ignore it and instead got caught up in the sensations of your boyfriend. 

Nearly everything in the world had been forgotten the moment Bucky lifted you up and your legs wrapped around his torso. He walked you carefully backward, your back hit a wall.

“You’re driving me absolutely mad,” Bucky whispered in your ear, his voice as rough and passionate as his actions. His hardness grinded into your heated core as he spoke, earning a pathetic whine from you.

“I-I haven’t done anything.” You just about giggled at the end of your claim of innocence. Bucky responded by attacking your neck with kisses, nipping and sucking as he made his way across your hot skin. 

You let out a light moan and made your own grinding actions against him. He shook his head, trying to taunt and deny you, but then little begs fell from your lips. The sweet sounds of “please” always made him absolutely weak - not that he’d ever admit it. Instead, he slowly let one hand make its way to your pants button while his metal arm held you perfectly. 

When you realized the position, you swore you could feel yourself getting wetter. Just the realization he was holding you with one arm - the metal arm - so effortlessly while his other hand started work on giving you some relief made something turn in your stomach.

Bucky must’ve realized all this as he let out a deep chuckle once he undid your pants and shoved his hand into your panties. Two fingers first started little circular motions on your clit before moving them over your soaking folds. 

He inserted the, slowly, letting you feel every inch of his fingers. “So fucking wet,” he groaned in your ear as he planted a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Haven’t even done anything yet it’s a fucking puddle in your panties. Ridiculous.”

The degrading words did not help your situation as you let out a loud gasping moan. Bucky was enjoying this, letting you be as loud as you wanted despite the others clearly in the house. You could only hope that they had decided to leave upon catching wind of what you two were up to. 

But that turned out not to be the case. 

As Bucky began adding a third finger to the mix, the bathroom door opened. At first, you didn’t even notice it. Eyes closed, your brain was only focused on getting your boyfriend to hurry up and fuck you, you were totally lost in your own world. For your super-soldier ex-assassin boyfriend, though, it was harder for him to turn his senses off. 

Abruptly, all motions stopped. Bucky lifted his head from your neck as his fingers stilled inside you. You opened your eyes unwillingly and looked down at your boyfriend. His eyes were wide as yours were furrowed in confusion. 

A heavily accented voice cut through the silence from the doorway. “Don’t stop on my account.” 

You gasped - and this time it wasn’t one of pleasure. You started wiggling, trying to get a now furious Bucky away from you. He caught on and ripped his hand from your pants. Angry but still handling you with care, his arm placed you back on the ground. You turned away from the door, trying to fix your clothes as Bucky faced the intruder. 

“What the fuck are you doing? Get the hell out.” Bucky’s voice boomed throughout the room, bouncing off every tile. 

You flinched at the sound as you turned around, presently decent. Your eyes fell on Zemo who was currently leaning against the doorframe, a stupid smirk on his face and a fire in his eyes. 

He shrugged, completely unbothered, and slowly closed the door again behind him. “Can’t a man watch what’s happening in his own home?” You and Bucky shared a questioning glance. “You two just seem to like sneaking off. Forgive me if my curiosity has peaked but this is a fascinating situation.”

“What the hell are you going on about?” You sighed, frustrated in more ways than one. 

“I’m a man who likes to know what’s going on,” he crossed his arms, “especially when it’s happening in my space.”

“I really don’t-,”

“He wants to watch,” Bucky cut you off but his eyes were still trained on Zemo’s cocky, slightly too proud stance. Your stomach unexpectedly fluttered. 

Taking a deep breath, you asked, “W-Watch?” Your voice was suddenly weak as the frustrations - the good ones - hit you again. 

“Hmm, interesting,” said Zemo as if he was casually thinking out loud. As if this was the perfect time for some brainstorming session. Your blood was boiling at his casualness.

You rolled your eyes, biting the bait that he cast like a foolish, edged woman. “What’s interesting?”

“You didn’t say no.”

You and Bucky began spewing protests to his claim. 

“I-I was in shock-,” 

“It doesn’t mean anything-,”

“You’re insane-,”

Zemo lifted his hand to stop you both. Your two voices were getting muddled as your words fought to defend. You gave in, quickly halting all complaints. You could see from the corner of your eye Bucky watching you a bit cautiously now but you didn’t want to face him. You still, for some reason, felt hot and bothered by this… proposition.

“Am I really that insane?” He asked, taking a slow step towards you. “You think you’re hiding it but you can’t stop shifting your stance and those pretty thighs won’t stop squeezing together.” Zemo paused, chuckling a bit to himself. You glared, keeping your eyes locked with his despite how overwhelming it all was. “Are you going to tell me that I’m wrong, dear? Because I don’t think I am. In fact, I think you’d more than just enjoy it. I think you actually crave it.”

Your heart sank at Zemo’s publicized revelation. How the hell did he even pick up on that? Was he somehow in your fucking mind? Your eyes searched his expression, looking for signs that he was pulling your leg or playing some fucking games but his features were cold with a hint of curiosity. You weren’t sure what to say because, well, he really wasn’t wrong. But this didn’t stem from some blatant attraction to Zemo (even though that desire certainly was harboring deep, deep within you), you had always had some interest in sexual adventures on the more voyeuristic side. 

Bucky, however, didn’t know any of this. 

For all the intimate actions you two had already explored -- including the new-found metal arm kink -- you hadn’t brought this up, finding it to be some ultimate, untouchable achievement with your partner.

Bucky said your name, pulling you out of your dazed thoughts. You finally faced him, taking in his not-so-surprising expression of wonder. “Is that true?” There was something in his tone that made your heart leap. He was… excited, you thought. “Is this making you…”

Your mouth opened but no words came out.

Zemo opted to answer for you. “You know it is, James.”

Bucky licked his lips and took a couple of steps towards you, focused on getting an answer personally from you. He was very close now, pretty much towering of you. “Does the thought of someone watching us make you wet?”

His words hit the room like explosive bombs. You gasped at the boldness, trying to act all surprised at the question, but your body couldn’t hide anything, especially not when Bucky’s metal arm came up to trace invisible lines across your neck. He held your head up, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. The entire situation felt so powerful.

“N-No.”

Both Bucky and Zemo let out scoffs in disbelief. You sighed, defeated. 

“Oh, really?” Bucky inquired as he began walking towards you again, getting so close that you had no choice but to back up. You hit the wall once again, feeling almost in the position from earlier. 

Without any warning, Bucky undid your pants and once again shoved his hand back to your core, letting his fingers run over your folds. If your panties had a puddle earlier, it was now a full-blown ocean down there. You yelped in surprise.

Bucky hummed as he let his fingers play. “I think the thought makes you very wet.” He pressed into you just a bit more, enough for you to now feel his erection through his jeans. 

As Bucky inserted two fingers in you, he moved his head to meet yours. You grabbed onto his shoulders as the hand on your throat forced your head to tilt to the side, making room for him to whisper in your ears. 

He pumped his fingers slowly as he spoke, “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” You let out a pathetic whine. “Yeah, you sure are,” Bucky chuckled. “I can feel it. I can feel you soaking my hand and why is that? Because someone is watching you? Someone’s watching you take my fingers like a good girl while my hand is wrapped around your pretty throat, just how I know you like it. Isn’t that right, dear?”

Bucky sneered, his voice full of arousal and jealousy, at the little pet name Zemo had used on you. You just about collapsed when he spoke. If it hadn’t been for Bucky’s strong body pressing into yours, you would’ve melted into the floor. Not to mention, you could feel Zemo’s eyes taking you in, raking over you so shamelessly as you twisted and squirmed from Bucky’s skilled fingering. 

“She is quite the sight,” Zemo commented, making observations as if you weren’t even in the room. For some reason, that made everything hotter. 

“M-More-,” you choked out and began grinding your hips against Bucky’s body. His grip on your throat got a bit tighter at your movement, forcing you to let out a moan. 

“You want more?” Bucky taunted you as his thumb came up to circle your clit. You yelped, moving your hips even more. His body was still holding you down. “You want me to fuck you right here for him to see?” 

Your eyes had fluttered close by now but Bucky wasn’t dealing with that. The hand on your neck left and found its way into your hair. He gave your hair a tug, forcing you to keep looking at him. His eyes bore into yours, full of lust and pleasure. His features, though, were harsh and serious. You felt your orgasm coming in hard. You couldn’t even think straight to nod at his ridiculous question. 

Bucky seemed to know all this, though. Just as fast as he put his hand down your pants, he removed it, making you let out an angry, pitiful whine at the loss of contact. Bucky just shook his head and forced you to turn around. Now your front was completely pushed against the wall and Bucky was working fast to get your pants and panties off. 

You couldn’t really see anything behind you now and somehow, this got you going even more. You lost pretty much all control in this position. Your awareness was flying out the window. You had no idea what Bucky’s next moves would be and you certainly didn’t know how Zemo looked taking this all in.

Suddenly, though, a hand came up to your cheek, brushing back your hair. You knew immediately it wasn’t Bucky.

“You look so pretty, dear,” Zemo whispered. His hand caressed your cheek as his eyes stared into your blown-out ones. “Like an absolute goddess.”

Before you could even respond or at least show acknowledgment, Bucky entered you full force, his hips completely jutting against you. You let out a cry at the fullness, completely stunned by the boldness of your boyfriend. He groaned lowly in your ear as he worked his way well deep into you. 

“B-Bucky-” Your cries were loud as you adjusted to the size of him, now planted rightfully in you. While there was some discomfort, all you could register was the pleasure you had been denied for what felt like forever.

“Shh,” he hushed you, his mouth right against your ear. “You’re taking it so well, doll. My good little girl.”

You could’ve sobbed at his words of encouragement. He watched you for a second, still paused inside you, before feeling that you were okay. Then the pumping began, in and out of you, just as powerful as when Bucky first entered you. His rhythm was hypnotizing as he fucked you forcefully into the wall. 

Upping the ante a bit, his metal arm came around to your neck, squeezing gently but with determination. You felt yourself get wetter at the action.

“There you go,” Bucky mumbled, sounding lost in his own daze. “Just like that, sweetheart. Got me fucking you against a wall, my hand around your throat, while we have a little audience. But that’s what you wanted, right? You wanted to show off how you like to get fucked.”

Somehow, his words were so degrading yet so pleasing. They went straight to your core causing the sound of your wetness to begin filling the room. You heard Zemo chuckle at the shift. 

“Such a dirty girl you have, James.”

Bucky scoffed. “What a naughty girl I have. Didn’t even tell me she likes it when people watch.”

You whined at the statement but didn’t have much time to ponder it as Bucky pulled out of the way out only to shove right back in, forcing you to take his length in one motion. Your cries were becoming a regular thing now, completely engrossed in the situation.

“That’s it, sweetheart, so good,” Bucky grunted in your ear as his hand on your throat got tighter. “Gonna cum for me, yeah? Gonna come while he watches? Come on, doll, let him see how pretty you look falling apart.”

That was all it took. Your orgasm rushed through you the second his words stopped and he gave another strong pump. Slightly ashamed of yourself for how little it took for you to cum, but who could really blame you? Denied twice, you were always on that teetering and all that was needed was Bucky’s permission. 

You shook under Bucky as he stilled inside you, letting his own orgasm take him over. He finished inside you, groaning and moaning pleasantly in your ear as you squirmed. The sensation of it all, from the warmth of Bucky filling you to Zemo’s eyes still shamelessly watching, had you overwhelmed quickly. 

Bucky whispered sweet praises in your ear as you two calmed down. “So good for me, sweetheart. Absolutely fucking perfect. Can never get enough of this.” His words made you feel warm and definitely helped you catch your breath. 

When he saw you were going to be fine, Bucky pulled out and reached for a towel to clean you up. He was gentle and caring, a complete contrast to just minutes ago. 

Pants and underwear returned to your body and you pushed yourself slowly away from the wall, carefully finding your footing. 

Once you and Bucky had straightened up your appearance, Zemo spoke. 

“That certainly was a real treat,” he said with a cocky smile playing on his lips. You couldn’t really face him and instead focused on the floor. Bucky placed a gentle hand on your waist. “Nothing to be ashamed of, dear. I think we got what we all wanted, right?”

You mustered the courage to at least look up at Bucky who was just rolling his eyes. 

“Could you leave us for now?” Bucky sighed.

“Why?” Zemo asked. “Going for round two?”

You shook your head, fighting your own urge to roll your eyes. No matter how mad you actually wanted to be, though, you had certainly found a lot of pleasure in the events just seconds earlier.

Bucky went to snap back with some remarks but Zemo cut him off. “I’m just kidding,” he said and then began walking to the door. “Thank you for this opportunity. It will certainly be treasured.”

With that, he exited, leaving you and Bucky standing there, staring at one another. Surprisingly, nothing had felt it changed between you two. In fact, you felt better now that that little secret of yours was now out in the open. 

“So,” Bucky began with the tiniest smirk, “are there any other kinks of yours I need to know about?”

You groaned as Bucky chuckled, finding way too much amusement now. “Shut up.”

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I...have nothing constructive to add to this, so I’ll just say that I hope you enjoy this dirty-talking android villain mans. 😇

Day 12: Coming Dry

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Lore (ST:TNG) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Android sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, coming dry, choking, slapping, rough sex, captor/captive (but they were already an item, so...more like an impromptu, unauthorized vacation?), established relationship, jealousy, degradation kink.

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“How long do you think it’ll take them to fix the sensors and the engines?” The warm lasciviousness of a tongue caressed my neck, punctuating his question with a jab of arousal. “How many members of your pathetic little species do you think it’ll take to find you now that I’ve stolen you away?”

I couldn’t seem to make my tongue work. My mind had turned to mush about five orgasms ago - around the time my android lover showed me how his fingers could move with such speed and precision that he became a living vibrator.

The crack of bioplast on skin was followed by a small, involuntary yelp. Lore always did enjoy getting rough, but he was careful about my limits. He didn’t want to break his favorite little organic toy, after all. The occasional slap was more than welcome for both of us, though.

“Answer me,” Lore ordered, and I felt myself fluttering around his length again. He’d always been devastatingly good at making me fall apart for him. Given his fascination with me in particular, I supposed it had only been a matter of time. Lore taking me off the Enterprise at a whim was bound to happen eventually, and now that it had, I couldn’t find it in myself to be disappointed or angry.

“I-I don’t know. The senior officers, at the...at the very least,” I stammered, struggling for coherence under my lover’s harsh ministrations. “Th-the only way it would take less is if y...”

I realized what I’d been close to saying before it could even leave my mouth. If his brother got involved, we likely only had a few hours before we were found. When I trailed off, one of Lore’s hands secured itself around my throat like a lethal sort of necklace. He’d undoubtedly worked out where my thoughts had gone. Lore hated when I compared him to Data - even unintentionally.

“Speak your next words carefully. I may be fond of you, but it would be easy to crush the life out of you.” His threat had me tipping over into yet another wave of pleasure. Trembling and gushing around him, I felt his grip on my throat loosen by a fraction as a moan tore from his vocal processors. “This is why you’re my favorite organic. Even when I threaten your puny little life, you just can’t help but fall apart for me. Gorgeous little slut...”

As foolish as it might be, I’d fallen in love with the android, insults and all. He didn’t mean them. Not with me. He just enjoyed a bit of cruelty in bed. I’d figured that out early in our...could I really call this a relationship, in the traditional sense? He’d taken me out to dinner once, seduced me, and had been involving me in his mischief ever since, including a rather unfortunately timed tryst in the Captain’s Ready Room. We’d barely righted our clothes in time to avoid being caught in the act, though we did have to come up with a reason for being there rather quickly.

Now, as his hand collided with my ass and his teeth clamped onto my shoulder with enough force to bruise me, I smirked. It was worth it. Every single bit of trouble we’d gotten into and every measure of discipline he’d earned us was so worth the hedonistic pleasure we pulled from each other.

Data knew about us, of course. He’d assumed that I would be a good influence for his brother, but the opposite turned out to be true. If I’d smoothed any of Lore’s rough edges, then he’d chiseled a few into me. With him, I took more risks than I ever had on my own. Maybe the knowledge that he was so capable of protecting me was what made me feel as though I could get away with being more reckless than was probably wise.

A moan of my name drew me out of my thoughts and back to reality.

Lore let out several rough grunts as he came inside me, but...this time I couldn’t feel the accompanying gush of synthetic cum. Was I really that thoroughly-fucked?

A hungry hum of appreciation vibrated against my neck.

“Naughty girl. You’ve emptied my reservoir,” my lover whispered against my neck as he gave a few slow, grinding thrusts. He sounded almost proud. “Mmm, it seems your depravity runs deeper than even Soong could’ve anticipated, that old pervert. Such a good girl. After I give myself a refill, it looks like I’ll have to reward you for draining me dry.”

The gentle kiss he pressed onto my lips felt like both a blessing and a curse.

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right! so. i got a message in my inbox, i've screenshot it just because i'm not sure this person would want to be interacting with me based on their DNI and as we all know DNIs make me anxious as all fuck. IN ANY CASE, the message still brings up an interesting point!

i ran across another post in the murderbot tag that i lost in my likes somewhere that i think is interesting and related to this. basically what it said was "a lot of people in the text of the series use it/its for murderbot, and murderbot has never corrected them, ergo, murderbot MUST use it/its"

which is a valid take, but it isn't the only one there is. because i don't honestly think i could claim to know what pronouns murderbot prefers just based on the fact that there's been no pushback thus far with it/its (though my memory is definitely dysfunctional, someone correct me if there is actually a preference stated) (also yes i DO know that in fugitive telemetry there's that scene where murderbot marks their feed intro thing as basically gender=N/A, which isn't the question here, because you can use any pronouns for any gender and it all comes down to preference).

the reason i don't think murderbot not telling people to stop using it/its is a definitive answer is because as a trans non-binary person who would exclusively use they/them if i could, there are still a LOT of circumstances where i don't speak up about people using other pronouns for me. i exclusively use the pronouns associated with my agab at work, for instance. and yes, you could argue that people using those pronouns still misgenders me, but if i don't correct those people and they have no reasonable way of knowing that i don't really like those pronouns, then hey, can i really blame them? it's very possible murderbot is in the same boat--we know how much anxiety is packed into that construct, and also how little human conversational aptitude is in that same space, so the pronoun thing could VERY EASILY be a case of "murderbot doesn't care enough to correct the humans about this thing in particular when there's so much other shit to worry about"

aside from that, one thing that i DO know about murderbot is that identity and personhood are big, complex, and interesting themes/issues when it comes to the character arcs and interactions we've seen. we can have so many fascinating discussions about queer characters and how queerness relates to humanity relates to identity, and i think the fact that the murderbot diaries raises a lot of questions in that vein is, frankly, awesome. i have a lot of personal opinions about how murderbot's arcs might go moving forward, and yes, one of them is that [they] will eventually realize that the extra distance from humanity the it/its pronouns gives [them] is unnecessary. of course this won't be the case for every bot (sorry miki, i think i only referred to you with they/them once but maybe i shouldn't have), and of course not everyone who uses it/its is trying to find distance from humanity, but in my personal world i find it very comforting to imagine murderbot using the pronouns i myself use and as of right now, there's nothing particularly explicit in the text saying i shouldn't.

and as an aside... this is getting very long already, but there's also the fandom factor here. people have all kinds of headcanons and all kinds of reasons for supporting/using/talking about them. when i use they/them for murderbot it does not change the actual text of the series. if you find the way i interact with this series and/or interpret the text to be grating, then don't interact with me. it's okay to block me. it's a good thing in many cases to raise these sort of concerns, because yes, there ARE shitty people who misgender others intentionally or out of ignorance. but in this particular case i'm going to say that i'm not necessarily wrong, and even if i WAS it might be more productive to just block me than to continue to interact with me. at the end of the day, murderbot is a fictional character, and it doesn't hurt the construct to use they/them over it/its.