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[gremlingottoosilly]

Horsin' around (Centaurus!Konig x fem!Reader)

Konig is exiled from his people. You are exiled from yours. Together, you make about 6 legs and a perfect pair. Tags and CW: Size kink (duh), Centaurus!Konig(horse cocks), Konig is awkward, slight dub-con, power imbalance, belly bulge, praise kink, monster fucking. Thanks @kneelingshadowsalome for the prompt! AO3| Word count: 3016

Centaurus are not wild animals. You keep repeating it to yourself as you come deeper and deeper into the forest. You keep mumbling it to yourself as you feel the eyes watching you. judging you. Centaurus are not wild animals even if sometimes they behave like one. Not like you’re any different, any better – you’re a human, invading the sacred forests. You’re a human who is dumb enough to go foraging into the depths of their territory. Centaurus are not wild animals, but you don’t feel that repeating the same sentence over and over makes it sound any more convincing. You feel the danger in the air – with each step you take, with each fallen tree you’re stepping over. With every attempt to simply run ending up not working, you know you got lost. Long abandoned the basket you came with – you don’t recognize a single berry that grows here, not a mushroom or even some edible plant pieces to be found. This place is devoid of animals, of flowers – like something just snatched it all away. Ate it all, maybe. You don’t want to think what kind of creature could cause a migration like this. You don’t need to think though. Because the creature finds you first. 

You yelp in a mix of surprise and horror when the arrow flies right in front of you, the skill of the archer is high enough to make the arrow cut down a few bits of hair in front of your eyes. If you were a mere millimeter closer, you’d be dead. If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead. This much is obvious. You freeze in place, not daring to move an inch when you hear it. Loud, not even bothering to conceal the sound of it – the creature was confident enough that the prey wouldn’t run. Not the creature, you correct yourself immediately. Centaurs are not animals, they are closer to humans than a lot of other monster types – with their strength and warrior culture, you’d say that they are even more humans than citizens of the village who forced you out. 

The centaur doesn’t even bother to hide himself from you, concealing the sounds of heavy hooves on the ground or evading the branches that crunched against his body. This is exactly what made you surprised when you understood that instead of a rough, but mostly handsome face that most centaurus tend to have, you’re met with a black hood which only spared two holes for the icy-blue eyes staring back at you. 

Is he a grim reaper? An executioner for other centaurus? Would that mean you don’t have to worry unless your lower part resembles a horse? 

You take a quick look at your bottom half. Not a horse. 

Centaur reapers the gesture, looking at his bottom half too. Definitely a horse. 

You decide to speak first, hoping to find words that would work just fine to be your last. 

— I am really sorry for intru…

— This is not the sacrifice season yet. 

Ah, well. 

The people from your village believe the centaurs to be sacred – despite them being monsters they knew a lot about, they were still given sacrifices. Food, some farm animals, especially fatty pieces of meat, and fancy jewels along with some weapons. Centaurus kept the worst predators at bay, herding the wolves to be their pets and sometimes driving deer and rabbits away to the village. They kept you protected from werewolves and orcs – with a meager payment of never touching the sacred grounds. 

You just stepped into the deepest, most protected part of the forest. You wonder if you would deserve a peaceful death. 

— It’s not. I…I made a mistake. 

No, you wanted to be here. When the village decided to drive you out, you thought that foraging in the part of the forest, untouched by humans, would be the most profitable thing. Centaurus won’t take berries anyway, right? But they might just take your life. 

— A mistake? 

He tilts his hooded head to the side. It’s such a boyish expression, that you almost let go of a nervous giggle. Perhaps, you were going crazy…but the centaur seemed a bit nervous. As seasoned as he looked – with battle scars covering his body and a bit of silver mixed with his ginger fur on the horse part – he seemed almost awkward standing here. Tapping one of his hooved legs like a nervous child. Squeezing the bow in his hands with vigor that made you scared he will just snap it in half. 

— I just wanted to take some food. 

— Is there a hunger? 

— No. 

— Humans aren’t allowed in these parts. Why would you go if not out of despair? 

You gulp. 

— I…am not allowed back. 

— Why? 

Because you’re a forest witch who will doom them all, according to the village of a horse people worshippers. Because you’re a monster in disguise who keeps straling babies, according to the village that uses the best pieces of food to feed the horse people who can take of themselves just fine, instead of feeding it to the orphaned children. Because you’re a whore who refuses to accept the new type of sacrifices – the virgins of the village as a breeding material for the Centaurus, according to the village filled with people who would gladly push a poor virgin out in the forest once she turned of age, so she could be mauled by horse people. 

— We had…mutual disagreement. 

You stare at the mighty body of the centaur. You fight the urge to get your hands down his torso, play with its short hairs, and…you were always a bit of a horse girl. Wondering if he is strong enough to lift you up and get you somewhere safe, somewhere far far away from here. 

Centaur has this weird, almost boyish tone. Deep and yet, sounds just a bit deranged. Unhinged. Like he is going to maul you any second – and judging by the bow and arrow still in his hands, he might not be wrong. You lick your lips. He stares at them – or at least you think he is. Hood only reveals his eyes and you can already get lost in them. Cold, like the northern sea, Like the snow outside. You thought all mythical creatures were supposed to be warm-blooded. 

— You’re exiled then. 

He isn’t asking. Centaurus are omnipotent and wise, they should know about human affairs more than humans themselves. You made them into sort of gods – you shouldn’t be surprised that this guy knows way more than he should. Somehow, you still feel safer around him than other humans – and maybe, it’s more of a you problem. Maybe, you ended up eating some of the weird berries and it’s just your hallucinations before you die. 

— I am. 

He takes a step back. He is big – all of them are, you suppose, but, somehow, he is bigger than he should be. Giant, muscular torso on top of an already muscular and big horse part – he can pick you up, throw you, and break you with one finger, probably. No, definitely. You don’t want to give him a reason to, so you just stay in place. Hoping he wouldn’t deem your trespassing as a matter worthy of a torturous death. 

— My name is König, human. Repeat, ja? 

The name feels weird on your tongue. Rude, sharp. You don’t want to call him wrong and receive his wrath, so you try your best to repeat this. 

— Ko-nig. Ja? 

You tilt your head to the side, a curious little bird. Centaur – König, König, König – squints his eyes like he is smiling. You made the god smile. The horse god. The horseman. Just…man. If you don’t look down, where you already see something giant and heavy standing between his horse legs, you could forget that he isn’t a man at all. 

Suddenly, you feel light. Suddenly, you feel your legs dangling in the air as you were picked up and bumped into the broad chest. Suddenly, you feel hands everywhere. On your ass, under it, touching your chest, your stomach, trying to get to the best position so you would stop moving constantly and trying to get out. You don’t want to fight him because you’re already in the air and falling right now could result in a broken neck – but you don’t want to be suspended in the air either. You whimper, pathetic sound escaping your lips as you feel calloused hands pressing on your mound. Traveling down your stomach and touching, squeezing, petting your delicate parts. 

You spend so much time without a gentle hand or a soft touch, you can feel yourself dripping on the fingers of a centaur. Embarrassing, yes – but you know that if he were to proceed, you wouldn’t really resist. 

And oh, he proceeds. 

— They finally send us proper sacrifices. 

He mumbles it into your hair, taking in your smell. You’re nice for a human – not scared of him too much, not trying to ran away or fight. Humans are usually just annoying insects under his hooves, but König can feel your face growing on him. Your body, too. Too weird for other Centaurus, never being able to find a proper mate who could take his lack of social awareness, he found himself mounting a human. His tribe would call him pathetic. His tribe would laugh. 

Then again, he is the first to get such a delicate little gift. Who is laughing now? 

You aren’t crying in his hands, and he is a bit surprised. You smell like a proper mate, like a good bitch in heat just for him – yet, you’re not falling on your knees to present your dripping cunt. You’re just trying to whimper to ask him to be gentler, and he is happy to oblige. Calm enough to listen to you. Ripping your pants apart because this is such a useless piece of clothing – concealing your rich smell from him. 

König doesn’t waste any time when he dips his finger across your swollen folds. Playing with the slick running down his wrist, smiling as you are closing your eyes and pressing your head in his chest. He is strong enough to keep you suspended in the air without a care in the world. Weak human, he would have to spend so much time preparing you for him – taking his cock would be a task no sacrifice ever competed before. 

König stares at your dripping pussy that is already clenching around nothing just because his fingers are pressing on the hood of your little clit, and he knows you’d be the perfect wife for him. Taking him properly as his mate, moaning as his cum fills you up. he can’t wait – knows that he should, preparing you properly. His hooves are beating the ground in impatience as his fingers slide in and out of your pussy. You spread your legs, moaning louder. Such a filthy whore for him. 

— Relax, human. Be a good mate. 

— This isn’t what I wa…

— Quiet. Such a good…good girl, Schatz. Will bring me strong children. 

— We can’t have sex. It’s im…impossible.

You whimper, trying to squeeze your legs, to shut his hand. You only moan louder, knowing that you would accept everything he gives you, and ask for more. 

You don’t want to imagine his cock entering you over and over, forcing its way past your walls and making you round and soft with his children. It’s a foreign concept – centaurus shouldn’t mate with humans, it should be physically impossible. Yet, you almost want to try. A breeding mare, made for one and only. 

König gets you on…something. It isn’t exactly a natural thing – a pile of stones and trees, perfect height for you to lay your back on, with some soft leaves and animal skins to rest comfortably. His hands support you on the perfect height and you immediately know what he construction is. A mating stand. Probably for other centaurus – but you feel almost fine laying on it too. Almost normal. Your muscles sting as you try to rest your legs and then spread them wide enough for König to stay between them. He is a big guy, after all. He turns you around, on your tummy. Ass in the air, you don’t like not seeing him. The heavy musk fills your nostrils, making you suddenly aware of what is about to happen – you’re wet, spread enough on his fingers, calloused fingertips scrubbing your gummy walls from the inside. He is fingering you with ease, but it doesn’t feel like a man with experience – he is touching and probing like he doesn’t know what he is doing and, honestly, you kinda like it. He is exploring your body with his and you moan, not caring that you sound like a whore. Humans have already abandoned you as part of society – you might as well just take it. — I will prepare you. 

— It won’t fit… — It will, Schatzen. You’ll get used to it. — What if I break? 

— I will be careful. Trust me, ja?

Even his fingers are a bit much when he enters your body with a third digit. One, two, three – you are about to burst when he is massaging your G-spot, when he is smiling in your hair and gets you so aroused just on it alone. You’re about to cum when he slowly extracts his fingers, deeming your sloppy cunt as explored enough. Your walls are clenching around nothing, a beautiful display of desire – maybe, it was the right call that humanity abandoned you. König looks at the perfect centraius whore on display and he can’t wait to claim you. To make you his. 

He is exiled from other centaurus. 

You are exiled from humans. 

What a beautiful fucking pair. 

He enters your body slowly deliberately. Regrets it immediately – you are wonderful. Too perfect to be this slow, being soft with you is torture. Your walls accept him with a stretch, like a warm glove around his cock. Slowly shifting, softening, straddling his cock with each inch he buries in the depth of your warm, weeping cunt. He can’t touch you, as unfortunate as this is – dumb horse body is making it impossible, even looking at you is hard enough on his neck. He wants to mount you properly, but you’re simply too fucking small. Wants to touch your hair, to whisper some encouragement that human women would probably love to hear – but he can only breath heavily and enter you, one painful centimeter after the other. 

— T…too much, too much, please, I can’t, it’s… You whimper, you cry, it breaks his damned heart because you don’t deserve this. You need to be treated with care, with softness and yet, he can’t give you that. He wants so much to just put you in his arms and hug you, but that would be impossible. König will give you all the coddling in the world after you’re done. After he is sure that you received all the possible breeding and seed he could gave you. 

— Quiet, human. It would be nice soon. 

— It’s not…

— Touch yourself, please, bitte. I can’t…can’t touch you. But you will feel better. 

Your hand goes between your legs, playing with yourself. Spreading your folds around his cock even more, fingers sliding past your clit. Touching the little button and hoping it would be enough to make you aroused – and it is. Your cunt is a mess of your own juices mixed with König’s pre cum, and you already know that you won’t be walking the next couple days. 

König bottoms with a deep sigh, and you feel him in your stomach. Bulging with his giant cockhead, making the outline of his cock visible – you touch it with shock, not understanding how your organs are even in place. 

He starts moving and you finally feel it – the burning pleasure setting fire in the pit of your stomach. the excess liquid pouring from your damp cunt, moans spreading from your lips. You never felt this way with a human before – then again, no human cock would ever be able to compete with König. He can reach the parts of your body that you never knew existed, and the mix of pheromones and musk is making you dizzy. Light-headed. You don’t even need to touch yourself more to feel the height of your orgasm, building in as rapidly as König’s thrusts. 

In, forcing its way to hit your cervix gently, massaging the sore spots of your tight pussy. 

Out, grazing over your inner walls, touching all the buttons. 

In again, filling you up with his pre-cum. Moaning loud enough for the whole forest to hear. 

Out, dragging you back with him, as you’re still impaled on his cock. 

— S…so perfect for me. Scheisse, so pretty… He can’t touch you and it breaks his heart. König goes to praise you instead – words feel awkward on his tongue, but he knows you need to heart it. He wants you to hear it, wants you to fee wanted, entitled. Soft. He smiles when you whimper and moan, milking him for his orgasm. Your cunt is made for him and he wants to spend every waking moment buried inside of it. Gods, you are a perfect sacrifice. 

He is coming embarrassingly fast, pumping his giant cock even deeper into your pussy. Filling you up with hot cum that can’t even stay inside of your cunt. Leaking everywhere, you two are making a mess – you breath heavily, not understanding what is right and wrong anymore. Only knowing, remembering the shape of his cock. Pushing in and out, forcing its way in. God, you feel full. And ridiculous. And so, so perfect with his cock slowly starting to pump you again. And again. Konig came embarrassingly fast, but only because this is just the first orgasm in a row. Forcing its way inside, you are overstimulated already – but you will take him, of course, obviously. You have to.

König is going to enjoy breeding a new clan out of you. 

[tokkishouse]

(Sfw) The first time you call him a term of endearment

Characters: Aether, Ayato, Cyno, Gorou, Heizou, Kaeya

Warnings: Fem. leaning nickname in Ayato's (princess), Cyno is implied to be taller than reader, reader is ticklish in Heizou's, mention of alcohol in Kaeya's

WC: 1.4k words total

Pt. 1, Pt. 3

"Aether honey, fetch me my watering pail!" You call out to him, currently hunched over the seeds you had just planted in the soil. You both were doing some tending to the garden you had just recently started in your teapot, and you had just finished the planting process.

You hear the loud crashing and clunking of metal behind you, and you whip your head around to see Aether standing there, hands at his side and gaze focused on you.

"Are you okay?!" You ask, hurriedly rising to your feet to check on him.

"'Honey'...you called me 'honey,'" he breathes out, watching you. You blink once, twice, and then nod.

"I did, yes," you confirm.

His cheeks turn pink and he looks away, pulling his scarf up a bit in an attempt to hide his face. He clears his throat and bends down to grab the watering pail.

"I-I'll just go ahead and get this filled up with water for you," he mumbles and rushes off before you can say anything.

You and Ayato were walking around Inazuma City, soldiers trailing behind to watch over you two. You wanted to see what the merchants were selling, and perhaps say hi to a few old friends.

A jewel in a nearby stand catches your eye, and you drag Ayato over quickly.

"Darling, look! Wouldn't this ruby be beautiful in a necklace?" You coo, leaning down to get a closer look at it.

He falters a bit before he responds, almost taken by surprise by the pet name. Almost. He recovers quickly and responds with his own term of endearment.

"If it pleases my princess, you can have every jewel the owner is selling."

His voice is smooth and the nickname rolls off his tongue flawlessly, sending goosebumps down your back. You look back, eyes bright with excitement while your face is flushed with embarrassment. He gives you a polite smile, as if unaware of the effect of his words on you, and turns to the merchant to make the purchase.

The moon was high, shining through the night sky and down on Sumeru City. The activity was slowed and most everyone inside their homes, save for a few that clung to the shadows, hopeful to take advantage of unsuspecting passerbys. Word spread quickly that the General Mahamatra had returned home though, and those looking to cause trouble quickly dispersed.

"Y/N, I'm back," Cyno announces as he walks inside your home.

He sets aside his polearm and takes off his headpiece, setting it aside on a nearby table. You walk out of the kitchen, wrapped in a blanket and clutching a hot mug of tea in your hand. You smile and step closer to your partner.

"Welcome back Cyno. I trust you served justice well?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

He nods and leans forward, resting his head on your shoulder. You feel the weight of his work melt off upon touch and almost fall over due to him putting all his weight on you.

"Alright love, let's get you to bed," you gently chide, setting aside your mug.

He hums-- in delight you deduce, based on the high-range sound, but makes no move to pull away.

"That's new. Instead of cuddling a bed bug, it seems you'll cuddle a lovebug?"

You groan loudly and shove him off of you gently.

"Nevermind, sleep on the couch!"

You and Gorou were helping the soldiers on Watatsumi Island move the crates of supplies around. You'd been at it since sunrise and the fatigue was starting to eat at you. You drop a crate on the ground with an unceremonious thud and groan, rubbing your back. Gorou's ears pick this up and he instantly turns to you, also grabbing the attention of his fellow soldiers.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" He asks, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

He was easy to read-- his tail sways back and forth, kicking up the dirt and anxiety was clearly filling his body. Had he pushed you too hard? You weren't a member of the Kokomi's platoons so technically this wasn't your responsibility-- you had just offered. You wave him off, flashing him a tired smile.

" 's nothing baby. I just need to rest. I'll catch up, yeah?" You explain, slowly sitting down next to one of the crates.

Gorou's tail straightens out instantly, and he's frozen in his spot. His ears are erect and his eyes widen as red spreads across his face. The soldiers are quick to pick up on their general's embarrassment and they start teasing him. You watch on in amusement but say nothing, leaving your partner to defend himself.

"Heiiiizooooou," you whine loudly as you lay on the couch.

He said that he wouldn't take too long on analyzing some reports for a case he was working on, promising to give you attention shortly. A promise that was made about 45 minutes ago. He always got sucked into his work and while usually, you were fine with that, you were feeling extra clingy today.

"Yesssss Y/N?" He matches your tone, poking his head out from his office. You huff.

"You promised you wouldn't take long. Surely your case can wait an hour or two!" He tsks at you disappointedly, shaking his head.

"Patience is a virtue, Y/N. You have to learn how to exhibit it! You wouldn't want me to let this criminal escape, would you? Imagine all the harm they could cause to Inazuma, or to you! My sweet darling lover!" Heizou mock faints, pressing a hand on his head for dramatic effect, earning an eye roll from you.

"Are you saying you wouldn't be able to take them? Getting weak are we babe?" You gripe, crossing your arms.

He stops in his place and looks at you properly, green eyes blinking owlishly.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" You ask, bringing a hand up to your cheek. He shakes his head, face cracking into a grin.

"I'm your babe, am I?" He teases, slithering over. "Am I your honey bunny too? Your baby? Your sweet love bug and apple of my eye?" With each sickeningly sweet nickname he lists off, he applies more pressure on your body as he tickles you.

You squeal in surprise, kicking your legs in an attempt to get him away. Laughter fills the room and your pleas for him to stop are ignored in favor of hitting all your ticklish spots. In all the excitement, you fail to notice the shine in Heizou's eyes and the tips of his ears turning red.

You and Kaeya had decided to stop by Angel's Share for a drink and to harass Diluc while he worked. The bartender was as curt as ever to him, not letting the calvary captain's teasings get to him. He was always cordial with you though-- never giving you a hard time. He only ever seemed to express disappointment with you when asking about what you saw in his brother.

"I'm still confused about how he managed to secure you as a partner," Diluc questions, giving Kaeya an unimpressed glance.

Kaeya faux gasps quietly, pressing a hand to his chest.

"Diluc dearest, you wound me. I'll have you know that I am a delight and it was my shining personality that won Y/N," he announces matter-of-factly.

You giggle into your cup as the two of them break into a small argument over Kaeya's character. It was nothing serious-- anyone with eyes could tell neither brother was taking the argument seriously. When their gaze turned to you, you pop an eyebrow up.

"Y/N, do tell Diluc just how lovely I am!" He begs, playing up the theatrics.

You swirl your mug a bit, watching the amber liquid slosh around.

"He's my snowdrop, Diluc. He's quite special to me, and you wouldn't know it but he secretly is a big sweetie and-"

Before you can finish, Kaeya's hand is slapped over your mouth. You and Diluc both look over at the man who is now stumbling over his words, cheeks turning dark. He was not prepared to be gifted a nickname so soon, especially in front of his brother.

"I-I think he gets the idea, Y/N," he coughs into his other hand, slowly letting the one covering your mouth drop.

Diluc flashes him a teasing smile.

"I think I do, snowdrop."

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Plushies 4 - Teddy

Joel Miller x F!Reader - Yet ANOTHER plushie fic, follows Cluster

Plushies Series Masterlist

Can be read as standalone

Summary: Joel buys you two toys: a giant teddy bear from Costco. And a strap-on dildo.

Warnings: omg where to begin- stuffed animal masturbation, stuffed animal fucking, humping, 69-ing a stuffed bear, sucking dildo, dildo riding, anal play, anal sex, double penetration, pet names, daddy kink, slight cuck!Joel behavior, pussy slapping, finger fucking, vaginal fluids, language, Joel's plush obsession gone too far

18+ ONLY

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He's shopping in Costco when he sees the absolute behemoth of a Teddy Bear. Standing 7 feet tall, 75 pound of cotton belly, AND $100 off? Joel stares up at the thing and instantly knows he needs to get it for his girl. He doesn't care how ridiculous he looks lugging it into the shopping cart, women in the store eying him curiously as he checks out, and the jealous stares of children in the parking lot as hauls it in bed of the truck and speeds off home.

It just needs one more accessory and then it will be perfect.

-

Joel swipes his arm over the neatly made bed of squishmellows, not thinking twice as they clutter to the ground. He fetches big Teddy over his shoulder and slams its soft booty on the bed. The thing practically takes up the entire surface.

He hears you putting your purse and keys down on the counter in the kitchen. Quickly, he fashions his accessory to the bear before stepping away right as you open the door and are surprised to see him.

And a big fucking teddy bear on your bed.

"Joel! Oh my god!" You squeal giddily.

"You like it? This is Teddy's big brother. Like me"

"So the teddy you bought me for Valentine's day and I've buried in my pussy is...Tommy?"

Joel's hand twitches by his side as he stares at the bear. "Ok, This is Papi Teddy instead."

You kiss him on the cheek before jumping on the bed, legs spread like a starfish to latch yourself to the side. Joel laughs at how small you are compared to the monster. You wrap yourself around its side and smush your face into its dark soft curls, running your hands all over its body thinking about how Joel's hair is just as fluffy.

You go to sit in its lap to make Joel take a pic when you pause, noticing the hard thing between its chubby thighs.

"Joel. Why does this teddy have a strap on dildo?"

"Because he's a mature Teddy, baby."

Why can't I just have a normal fucking boyfriend who punches my stuffed animals' faces, you think to yourself.

"You spent $500 on a giant bear just so I could fuck it?"

"No. Of course not!" He exclaimed, hands on his hips. "It was on sale for $399."

"How much was the strap on?"

"... ok that was $79 with $20 shipping. Anyway, since you wanna fuck it so bad, go ahead. I didnt say shit. How did I end up with such a horny little girl?"

Sometimes you just wanted to slap him in his smug face.

-

Being such a hornly little girl (with your equally perverted boyfriend) is exactly how you found yourself in your current position, wearing cute lacy lingerie and bent over the enormous leg of the teddy bear, hand wrapped around it's silicon pink cock as you took it in and out of your mouth.

"Look so good swallowing Teddy's cock." Joel says. He sat in the chair opposite of the bed and watched you, leaning forward to get every detail of the way you slobbered all over it. "Like it when ya make a mess like that."

You hummed contently, bobbing your head to suck on the tip, giving Joel the show he wanted. It was like being front seat to his own private porno. He's been resisting touching himself, his bulge pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

You pussy throbbs with need at the scene, the pink jeweled plug Joel had placed in your rear twitching each time you felt the tip of the cock gag your throat.

"Straddle his face baby. Let Teddy get a taste of that pussy." You do as he says, pulling your lips off of him to position yourself reverse cowgirl on the enormous plush. Your thigh swings over his massive head, pressing your hips down.

"Oooooohhhhhhh, fuck Joel," you moan when his giant snout makes contact with your clit, mounting it like a horse.

"Not me, princess. Tell 'im."

"Ahhhh, OH , oh God teddy. Love riding your f-face."

Joel humms in content, watching you arch your back with each grind against the plush. "Get back to swallowin that cock with those pretty lips. Show him what a real fuckin nasty girl you are."

You push your hair back with one hand and grab the base of dildo with the other, wrapping your lips around the tip before inching it deeper. Your hips continued to hump the bears face, his massive nose parting your thong, through your folds. A guilty wetness smears against the fluff, its curls darkening to Joel's likeness from your juices.

"Yeahhh, oh baby, you should see yourself right now. Gagging on a big fuckin bear cock. My slutty little whore. Takin it so deep—yeah thats it— all the way. Put 'im in your throat."

You gagg around the plastic, holding your head there as your eyes squeeze shut. You knew Joel loved the feeling, so letting him watch it from another perspective would drive him crazy. You pull away and sucked a breath of air before going to jerk the cock with the copious amounts of saliva you had coated on it. Drool hangs out of your mouth, dripping to your tits and onto the plush but you didn't care. Not when the satisfying grind against Teddy's face brought you closer and closer.

"Wanna cum on Teddy's face, Daddy," you moan, putting the tip back in your mouth and hollowing your cheeks as your hips moved faster.

"Bet Teddy would love it. Do it, rub your slutty cunt all over his face."

Your pace slows with a long whine, eyes closing as your moan around the cock while cumming.

"Fuck, that's so fucking hot, baby. You're a goddamn dream, ya know that?" He groans, leaning back and pressing his palm to his crotch to finally put some pressure on his tented dick.

Your orgasm had barely finished before you were picking up speed again, humping your Teddy's face with your fresh arousal. Your hole twitched against the anal plug. "Daddy, need you to take care of me."

"Ah uh. Teddy might not be able to cum in you like I can but his cock still needs some lovin' from that tight pussy of yours." Joel stands and walks close to the bed, no shame in rubbing his cock through his pants. You whine at the sight, rubbing your pussy faster.

"You makin' a mess over here yet?"

You proudly lay back from Teddy's face and spread your legs, showcasing the large wet area on the stuffed animals face and the equally dripping arousal between your legs, swirling your clit with your fingertip and moaning loudly.

Joel ran his thigh hands through the matted wet fur of the bears face. "Fuck yeah, good girl, good fucking girl." His other hand finds your puffy pussy, smacking your finger away as he drove two thick digits into your wet heat. He finger fucks you aggressively, marveling at your juices splashing against your thigh and down Teddy's forehead. "God damn, got me my own little pornstar."

You throw your head back, clawing to keep your own legs parted as he works your oversensitive spot over. He presses downward, feeling the bulge of the plug through your vaginal walls. Your juices leak down to the jewel, generously coating your puckered hole.

He quickly withdraws his finger, tugging at his button and zipper with a renewed sense of pace. "Get on that dildo and ride your new teddy bear."

Joel moves away to stand close to the bed as you flipp your leg around to straddle the plush's belly. You inch your hips lower, wiggling them slightly to entice Joel. He platfully slaps your ass, making you giggle. Your hand wrapping around the width of the cock to line up at your entrance.

A high pitched moan escapes your lips as you sunk down on the toy all the way to the base in one motion. Your lips find Teddy's nose as you adjust to the girth inside you, kissing it and tasting the remnets of your slick.

"Fuck me, princess," Joel coos, running his hand over the length of your back soothingly. You look stunning like this, the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. Is this what you always look like while riding his dick?

Gently yet sternly, you feel the pressure of his palm against your back, gliding along each ridge of your spin, urging you to move up and down on the dildo. You set off a slow pace, hands fisting the fluffy chest of your new Teddy friend, slick walls clamping down on both toys buried deep inside you. The plug in your ass occasionally nudged the tip of the dildo, making you whine. You felt very full, but not entirely too much. It was just perfect.

"How's Teddy's cock feel in your tight little snatch?" Joel guides your movements into a faster pace, now bouncing on the cock, tits jiggling with each thrust.

"Fuck, Teddy, feels so good inside me, fills me up so full." You glance at Joel who's licking his lips down at you. "Not as full as my Daddy's cock makes me feel," you add, smiling and biting your lip.

His lips clash against yours at the confession. Suddenly you feel your bralette being ripped off your chest. "Joel—" Your protest muffled by his incessant mouth, biting at your lips and sucking your tongue. You couldn't help but grind faster on the bear while Joel's fingers tweak your bare nipples and cup your swaying tits.

His other hand trails down your spine, swatting your ass. He tugs the thin fabric of the thong over your crack, pressing the anal plug further imside you. You keen into his mouth, tongue swiping his. His fingers honing on your hole, tapping it to remind you of its presence. He slinks further down to where you and Teddy's cock are joined together, your slick pouring down and staining the fluff below.

He feels your wetness at where your folds part to accommodate the pink length inside you. Hand now slick with your arousal, he inches back up to the plug, pressing it further inside you.

You gasp, breaking your heated kiss. "D-daddy, oh fuck... please," you cried, leaning forward, desperate to escape his pressure.

"You want me here?"

You nod, drunk on the need to cum again.

"Cum on Teddy's dick first."

You nod hazily again, arms propping you further up to recapture Joel's lips as he used the plug, tugging and pushing it inside your ass. Your hips move faster, now bouncing on your knees to get the tip of the cock to tap your g-spot inside. Joel loves how good you are at riding, always seeking your pleasure, knowing the exact angles to get yourself to cum.

Joel's fingers wrap around the exterior of the plug and pulls the base expanding around your hole and pulling it out. You cried out in ecstacy. "TEDDY oh—fu-fuuuccckk, s'good oh shit! M'cummin'—cumming on Teddy's cock! Yesyesyes, ughhh—teddyteddyteddyteddy—" you chant, cumming hard on the dildo, arms giving way as you crashed down on Teddy's chest, pussy grinding down against the plush surroundings as you floated in your orgasm.

Joel wastes no time, mounting you from behind, one knee pressing into the mattress with his foot planted directly next to the plush bear foot. You yelp as Joel pushes your body fully flush against the bear, the dildo sinking deeper into your cunt. "Hold on to Teddy, baby."

Your arms wrap around Teddy's middle. You felt a gob of slimy liquid fall directly on your puckered hole, gaping as it swallowes down Joel's spit. His hand spread your ass to watch it twitch, rubbing the tip of his cock to smear it all over, dipping inside ever so slightly before retreating, prepping you.

"Obedient little bitch in heat, just begging to get stuffed full of cock tonight. Gonna take both our dicks at the same time?"

You whine in the bears fluffy chest, wiggling your hips in the air to entice Joel's movements into action.

He lines the tip of his cock against your pulsing little hole before pushing in just the tip, your muffled moans being swallowed by the plush below you.

"So fuckin' tight, babygirl. Holy shit. Never gonna get used to this perfect little ass," He groans, eyes fluttering at the squeeze of your walls struggling to accommodate his length. While the dildo buries in your pussy was generously sized, it was nothing compared to Joel's girth and length, practically splitting you in half.

Teeth clenching into the fluff fabric, you swallow down a cry as Joel's hips inched further, invading your guts.

Joel let out a pained breath as he bottoms out inside your ass. "Fuck, princess. How you feelin'?"

"S-so-so f-mm-fuullll."

He leaned over your body, pressing his cock further into you, his belly slotting perfectly along your arched back. He brushes your hair away from your face to kiss your cheek.

God, you loved this man so fucking much.

He sits back up, aggressive hands seaking your waist as set a brutal pace, hips rutting into the fat of your cheeks.

Nevermind, fuckJoelfuckJoelfuckJoelfuckJoel—

You were trapped between the giant head of the bear and Joel's incessant pounding. Each drive of his hips push you down further into Teddy's softness, the dildo inside you plunging deeper, rubbing against the inside of your belly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, tongue out panting like a dog, arms wrapped so tightly around the plush as you held on for dear life.

"So fuckin' good, oh my Fuck, you're an angel. Just a doll, takin' my cock like this. Getting fucked by your Daddy and your Teddy too—FUCK—sweetest little cunt and ass, my perfect little cock slut, so amazing, 'm so lucky, love ruinin' this ass—holy s-shit!"

The combined fullness of the dildo and Joel's cock inside you rubbed all the deepest, desperate parts inside you, filling you to the brim over and over again. Both cocks rubbing against your walls, their tips nudging, lengths pressing against each other through the membrane. You could feel a drop of Joel's sweat trickle down your back, his harsh almost pained breaths filling the room along side the obscene slapping of his hips against yours.

"You like this? Like getting pounded like the little whore you are?"

"Yes,yesyes holy fuck Daddy yes! Love getting railed by your big cock in my ass, Teddy deep in my pussy—oh fuck Joel 'm cumming!"

You clenched around both Joel's and Teddy's length as you came, screaming into air, uncontrollable shaking as you hump and grind your clit into the soft plush under you, tits pressing against its fullness.

Joel's fingernails dig painfully into the sides of your hips, stuttering his pace as the feeling of you clamping down on him. Brows furrowed, he let out a pained and long growl as he stills completely, cock pulsing, dumping a massive load of his seed deep inside you.

He slips his softening cock out of you carefully before collapsing on top of your sweaty back, sandwiching you between him and the bear.

"I love you," he whispers right into your ear, only for you.

-

Afterwards, Joel cleaned you up with a warm towel, leaving you sprawled arms and legs draped over the bear in the same position he fucked you in, exhaustion preventing you from doing anything other than wince when Joel slipped the silicon cock out of you. He showered you in praise and sweet kisses all over your body, cradling you to lie on your back as he removed the soaked Teddy bear from the bed. He climbed into the sheet with you, after having tossed a few more plushies around your body to surround you in extra softness.

You slept for a few hours. When you awoke, your eyes adjusted the blurriness to see Joel luing next to you on his back, a squishy sitting on his chest as he playfully tilted it to brush again his nose, staring at it with a straight face.

"That one's cute. You wanna take him home?" You asked curiously.

"Well, I mean Kitty is there all by herself on my big bed, could use a friend..." he mumbled, not totally aware that you were watching him eye your stuffed animals on the bed. "Or that's the shit you'd say, right?" He added quickly.

You playfully pout with him, trying to hold a giggle. "He does need a friend..." You said, hoping to encourage this newfound softness of the man you love.

Joel nodded briefly before pausing his fiddling. "Kitty's a he?"

- -

Extended scene:

"Nah uh, I read all cats are girlies on the little machine at The Olive Garden."

"The what?"

"The little tablet thing at Chili's? Says all cats are ladies."

"You mean the true or false quiz that says: Calico cats are almost all female?"

"Yeah 'ats that one."

"That's ONE breed of Kitty Joel."

"I'd like to breed your kitty."

"I can't take you anywhere."

- - - -

Next: Piggy

Or more Teddy special

[rentsturner]

The Jeweller’s Hands - AT

Professor!Alex Turner x reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, restraints, sub space, gags, edging, teasing, teacher!student relationship (but they met before that), aftercare, pet names

a/n: this is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written and it’s not even that smutty, it’s mostly aftercare and fluff with a healthy dose of subspace. this was written for my bestie @martinipoliz . don’t like it - don’t read it

It had been a long night - a very long night.

Teasing Alex while he was teaching your class had not been your best idea, not by a long shot. The expression on his face as he watched you smirk at him from your desk was enough to turn your insides to ice. But you hadn’t stopped with some harmless flirting, no, you were feeling a little braver than that. When he returned your essay, your hand grazed along his, giving him doe eyes as he towered over your sitting form. Then, to top it all off, you whispered ‘Was I a good girl, sir?’

It was just quiet enough to pass over the heads of the other students, but your seductive phrase went straight to Alex’s head and he stopped dead still next to you, his brain trying to process if you’d really just had the guts to say that outloud. When you fluttered your eyelashes at him, almost comically, you heard the lowest, quietest growl slip out of Alex’s mouth. He was not happy, not at all. These little flirtations may seem playful, but to Alex, your teacher, your boyfriend, this was very much not allowed. You were in serious trouble.

So that’s how you ended up spread eagled across his king-sized bed, arms tied to the bedposts by Alex’s various silk ties, and Alex between your legs, his hips pistoning into yours as he chased his own release. You’d finally been allowed to come, after multiple rounds of edging and teasing - ‘Don’t give what you can’t take, princess. You tease me, I’ll fucking tease you.’

Now your mind was fuzzy and warm as the euphoria of your orgasm ebbed away, the feeling of Alex’s damp skin rubbing against yours as he thrust into you becoming a little much, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew it wouldn’t be long now, perhaps from the laboured groans emanating from his chest, the way his hands were clawing at your thighs in a way that was sure to leave bruises, the beads of sweat dripping from his brow onto yours. Your jaw was beginning to ache from the spider gag firmly holding your mouth open and you were desperate to wrap your arms around Alex, the floating feeling in your head bringing with it a craving for skin to skin contact.

Finally, you felt the warm release of Alex’s seed deep inside you, felt the weight of him as he collapsed onto your chest, panting as he caught his breath. His unruly hair tickled your nose a little, causing you to whimper as best as you could around the unyielding gag.

Alex heard you though, lifting his head up to look into your glazed over eyes, recognising that it was too much for you now and knowing exactly needed.

‘So good for me, baby, eh? Took your punishment so well, such a good girl.’ he murmured between pants as his fingers gently undid the strap of the gag, slowly removing it from your mouth as you whined in discomfort.

‘There we go, princess, I’m gonna pull out now as well, ok?’

But you shook your head frantically before he could push himself up off your chest, the need to wrap your arms around him becoming unbearable. The words wouldn’t come out, instead another desperate whine slipped from your mouth. It was a good job Alex knew you well.

‘Arms first? That’s fine, baby, here you go.’ He untied the silk restraints with ease, rubbing your wrists gently with his fingers, before slowly massaging your aching jaw.

‘Better?’

You nodded as you wrapped your arms around his frame, dragging your nails up his sweaty back, pulling on the dark locks of hair that were beginning to curl around his ears, before running a thumb over his cheekbone. Alex relaxed slightly as he saw a little more focus come back into your eyes, the skin to skin contact obviously easing your previous discomfort.

‘’S okay, baby, am right here, yeah?’

You nodded again into his chest, inhaling his scent - sweat, sex and cigarettes. It went straight to your head, like your own personal dose of heroin. There was silence for a few minutes as you relaxed into Alex’s arms. He pressed a chaste kiss to your hairline, an apology, before he adjusted himself slightly, his now soft cock slipping out of your folds with a faint pop. You winced at the empty sensation, the fuzziness still crowding your head a little.

‘Need to clean up, love, I’ll be ten seconds, promise.’

You rolled into the duvet, curling up as you heard Alex’s retreating footsteps. He appeared again a few seconds later with a warm washcloth and sat on the end of the bed.

‘Open your legs, sweetheart.’

You whined and shook your head into the duvet. You were tired and you wanted to sleep and you wanted Al’s warm body back next to yours.

‘Come on, princess, I need to clean you up. The quicker we do this, the quicker we can go to sleep, ok? I know you’re tired.’

You shook your head once again, but Alex stroked along your thigh slowly, calming you a little, and you lifted your head to look at him with blurry eyes.

He smiled at you, his cheeks still a little pink from exertion, his hair messy and falling into his eyes. ‘For me, princess? Please?’

A little nudge on the inside of your thigh was enough to persuade you and you whined softly as the cloth brushed against your sensitive cunt, but it was over quickly, Alex stroking your thigh the whole time.

‘All done. Such a good girl.’ he cooed into your ear, pressing his hand to your back to pull you into his chest once again.

He threw the cloth away, grabbing your pyjamas from under the pillow and helping you into them with steady hands, whispering praises whenever you seemed a little fragile. He tugged on a fresh pair of boxers before settling into the bed, tucked up behind you so his chest was pressed against your back, his face buried in your hair, legs tangled together under the covers. The huff of his breath against your hair helped to ground you, almost as if he was blowing away the cotton wool in your head.

After a while, you turned to face Alex.

‘Back with me, princess?’

You murmured a small ‘yes’, trying to stifle a yawn at the same time. He chuckled and you felt the vibrations in his chest.

‘Was it alright? Didn’t go too hard on you, did I?’

‘No, Al, I loved it. I’m just knackered now, that’s all.’

‘That’s when I know I’ve done a good job.’ Alex chuckled again and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

‘You’re hot when you’re angry, y’know?’ You smirked up at him.

‘Yeah well, that’s what happens when you tease me while I’m trying to teach.’

Your smirk grew even wider at this but Alex knew exactly what you were thinking.

‘Uh-uh, don’t you dare do it again. Did I not just teach you that lesson?’

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Thanks for reading! Hope yous enjoyed

[blueninjablade3]

Yandere 1953 Captain Hook Alphabet

TW: Manipulation tactics, murder/ slash mentions of murder, toxic mentality, unhealthy behavior in a relationship, gaslighting, and just general Yandere things. If you are uncomfortable with any of these things please don’t interact.

Affection: how do they show you love and affection? How intense can It get?

This poor man. He’s never quite been in a “real” relationship, he came to Neverland too early and we’ll never quite got to experience a relationship with a mature person. But he is intense with affection. He showers you with pet names, treasure and gives you lots of physical affection. Now that is if you submit to him. If you have yet to submit the most affectionate thing he does is put you in a room safe from the elements. But he still compliments you, brings you the things you need to survive, and uses pet names.

Blood: How dirty is he willing to get when it comes to you?

He’s a pirate. He’s used to killing. He’ll get as bloody as he needs to be to keep you with him safe.

Cruelty: how will they treat you once kidnapped will he mock you?

He’s actually quite cruel and mocking. He’s very cruel and easy to anger so hopefully you like being gagged in an isolated and empty room. Because you’ll end up there quite often. However, if you’re lucky Mr. Smee is sent to feed you instead of Hook doing it himself.

Darling: besides kidnapping you would he do anything else against your will?

Try killing Peter Pan? (Honestly, you don’t mind because after seeing how much Hook valued you he decided to bother you too. But you still somewhat dislike it seeing as Peter is a child)

I can't see him doing too much really.

Exposed: How much of his heart do you bear?

You bear 3/4 of his heart. The other 25% is reserved for getting revenge on Peter Pan. And maybe his treasure slash/ crew holds at least 1%. But the rest? All for you his seashell.

Fight: How would he feel if you fought back?

He’s going to be angry, hurt, and confused. However, it comes across as anger alone. Why are you fighting?! He should be enough for you! WHY ISN'T HE ENOUGH?! (He needs to chill tho and seek therapy)

Game: Is this a Game to them? Would he like watching his darling try to escape?

Pfft. No. None of this is a game. Do you not realize how dangerous Neverland is? Do you not realize he just wants the best for his sweetheart? Why don’t you just stop trying to escape? Don’t you see how upset it makes him?

Hell: Your worst experience with him.

He made you watch your lover at the time walk the plank. Made you watch the bubbles float up. A few weeks later he saw the body just floating out in the bay and showed you. It was horrific in every sense.

Ideals: what he sees in the future with you.

A future where he finally got rid of that blasted boy, got married, and had a child that he got to teach the ways of the sea.

Jealousy: does he get jealous and if he does, does he find a way to cope or will he lash out?

I’d be lying if I said when this man gets jealous he doesn’t immediately go red in the face and go ballistic. And yes he gets jealous quite easily due to his many insecurities.

Kisses: How does he act around you?

That’s dependent on Peter Pan. If Pan had been a pain and humiliated Hook he’s going to have a short fuse and treats you a little worse than usual. Which is ok because actually treats you alright (By the standards of a Yandere. Please don’t anyone treat you like this in everyday life). But if he’s had a good day? He treats you wonderfully. That’s the days you’re likely to get Jewels, pet names, and the most likely chance you’ll get transferred from the empty room hooks quarters. (you’ll finally have a bed!)

Love letters: how would he go about courting/approaching you?

Hook was super awkward. He tries to win your affection with Jewels and compliments. When it didn’t work Hook got pissy and kidnapped you. Now hold still and let him dote on you.

Mask: Are his truth colors different from what people think?

He’s much sweeter as a “lover”. He’s less prone to outbursts at you than others, he loves pet names and please show this man some love.

Naughty: how would he punish you?

The isolation room. Sometimes no food (NEVER leaves you without water because he doesn’t want you dehydrated) however no food is like you tried to escape and almost managed punishment.

Oppression: what rights did he take away from you:

Freedom is the main right he takes away. He also MIGHT have you depend on him and have to start asking him for permission to even ask the restroom at the peak of his obsession.

Regret: does he regret kidnapping you? Will he ever let you go?

Only when you get emotionally distressed like sobbing, shaking, screaming sobs does he regret it. But he won’t let you go. Neverland isn’t safe enough for that.

Sigma: what brought this side of him?

It’s a mix of him not learning how to be in a healthy relationship, him falling hard and fast, and him being paranoid about Pan/ his crew.

Tears: how would he feel if you cried screamed or Isolated yourself?

He’s going to feel bad for you regardless. He’ll back off if he thinks that he’s worsening the situation. But if he’s not he’ll let you sob or scream into him.

Unique: is there anything different from a normal Yandere

He’s a pirate captain so you’re constantly on a boat which makes it harder to escape.

Vice: what can you use to escape him?

He’s a sucker for cuddles and Peter Pan might be willing to help you escape if you become the Lost Boys' new mother.

Witts end: would he ever hurt you

No! He’s cruel but he’d never purposefully put you in harm.

Xoanon: how much does he revere/worship you and to what extent is he willing to go to win you over

He’s willing to go to extreme lengths to worship you. And even further lengths to win you over. He’d probably view you as a divine being.

Yearn: How long before he snapped and kidnapped you?

You’d be surprised at how impatient he can be with some things. I’d say about 3 months.

Zenith: would he ever break you?

Yes! But not on purpose. Once he realized he’d try and fix you. He wants a lover, not a robot.

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[love-toxin]

Sightseeing -> Navia

plot: you only came to Fontaine for a vacation, but you may not be leaving without some added baggage.

(cws: yan!navia, gn!darling, implied friends -> forced lovers, navia bein a bit weird & creepy, neediness, mention of drugging, preamble to kidnapping)

wc: 1.4k

At times, you often wished you had been born in this beautiful place. The cool, clear waters of Fontaine lapped at the sands just down the hill from where you stood, the same crystal-blue colour as the cloudless sky that passed overhead. The people and the city were one thing, they were impressive in their own industrious and elegant ways; but the sea was the real reason you came to Fontaine. You couldn't live the rest of your life without getting at least a glimpse of the exotic beauty of such a place. 

The call of your name soon broke you from your reverie however, and you turned your head to spot the golden-haired doll of a woman you had been travelling with thus far. She was kind, and she was a beauty all in her own right, but you tensed at the sight of her hurrying up the hill with her handlers at her sides. Your chin tilted back to face the open waters, and you took in one last deep, cleansing breath of fresh air before you would be set upon by your tour guide and newest friend. 

“There you are!” Navia puffed from the exercise with a smile on her soft, ruby-stained lips. “I worried for you, you know! I was afraid you'd gotten lost. Why did you just wander away, my sweet?”

Those adoring pet names were endearing, of course, if not just the slightest oddity from a woman you didn't know particularly well. But you just offered her a smile and an excuse off the top of your head, not wanting to pain such a lovely, generous soul as she. 

“I just saw a good view and wanted to take it in. My apologies, miss Navia.” 

She shook her head with a huff. “Oh! You and your formalities. I told you, the ‘miss’ isn't needed! You can call me by my name, darling.” She sidled up close to you, her dress clinking with all manner of jewel-studded trinkets as she moved. With a wave of her hand, she sent her handlers further down the hill to ease up and give both of you some space. “Well, let's see this view, then.” 

Overhead, the breeze whistled gently as it flowed through the trees at your backs. You turned your gaze away from Navia and back towards the sea–but you felt hers drift towards you instead, the beautiful view lost on her as she focused her gentle eyes on you instead. 

“...You know, if you ever wanted to live in Fontaine-”

“My home is elsewhere, Navia.” An ill feeling fell over your heart at cutting her off so abruptly, but you knew her enough by now to know that she wouldn't stop once an idea was in her head. She would keep going and going and going until she achieved whatever goal she decided on, and unfortunately for her your permanent residence here was not up for debate. You had family back home, friends, a life; and no matter how much you enjoyed your time with her, that would not supercede the loves and responsibilities you had back home. “I'm sorry.”

She turned her head away, effortlessly concealing the fall of her expression as she finally focused her gaze towards where yours was. With a sigh, she said nothing, just stared out at the ocean's crystalline waters and the smooth stone arches of the aquabus lines, all converging on the magnificent palaces of Fontaine's capital city rising out from the blue. Between the sky and the sea, the city much resembled a pearl cushioned between two halves of a giant, aquamarine oyster shell. 

The two of you stood there for quite awhile, looking out across the rippling sea. Even from up high you could smell the salt from where fresh and seawater mingled together, and the splashes of ocean birds and fish hopping up and out of the water each caught your eye. It was as if every moment you watched something new was unfolding. That was why you loved the sea, and why you were sure Navia was trying so desperately to pull you back towards it. 

“I'm leaving for home tomorrow morning.” From your peripheral, you caught sight of her flinching and whipping her head to stare at you, eyes wide with panic for only as long as it took you to return her gaze–by then she had steeled herself, though she still couldn't contain her tight-lipped frown. “Will you take me to the port? I'd like you to be the last sight I take in before I leave.” You smiled at her, and though the thought of you leaving so soon clearly still disturbed her, she could barely help the giddy twinkle in her eyes at having you show her such a beautiful smile. Just for her. That was how she saw it. 

“When will you be back?” Her voice rang so timidly now, so unlike her usual boldness that it took you aback. But you offered her some meager reasoning of ‘whenever you next had time’ and ‘so long as you had the mora’ and she believed everything she wanted to believe. In her mind, you were sure the best day for you to return would be the soonest you could possibly manage. She agreed albeit sadly, and you nudged her shoulder in a bid to cheer your new friend up. 

��Hey, it's okay. I'll return soon, alright? Maybe you can even come visit me in my home sometime, when things cool down over there. Then I could show you around my own hometown.” Emboldened, perhaps by Navia's own friendliness and candor she'd shown since you'd arrived, you reached out and swept a strand of her golden hair from her eyes. Your hand came to rest just by her cheek–but before you could pull it away, she reached up her own and held yours there, her breath hitched on her parted lips. 

“Promise?” She pleaded, eyes wide and so sweet your heart ached. “You won't leave me?”

“Not forever.” You shook your head, a bit surprised at her eagerness but still not without your comforting smile. “We had too much fun together for me not to come back.” 

You could've sworn she mouthed “Oh, thank Archons,” as she tilted her head back in bliss, only to tilt it back down with an eruption of laughter that–for some reason–left you with a sense of unease at how erratic and played-out it was. But again, her oddities seemed just that to you, and you would once again brush off a warning sign that you would later learn the terrifying consequences of. She squeezed your hand harder, and a soft yelp off your lips was the only reason she let it go though her grip felt like it would never loosen otherwise. 

“Then come! Let's return to Poisson–we must have a celebration in your honour. Snacks and all! We have to send you off the right way, don't you think?” Navia linked arms with you as the moment passed, and before you could get one last look at the view you'd been longing to see for this whole trip, she began dragging you down the hill back towards her handlers, who would then guide the two of you back down the path towards the little, hidden village. 

You were such a sweet, gentle soul, the most tender Navia had ever had the pleasure of meeting. You were more intriguing than the Traveler, more elegant than the Justice; beautiful and glorious in equal measure, more poised than even her own Archon. Yes, it was on par with blasphemy, but it was truth in Navia’s eyes–you were more than all of Teyvat’s most incredible people combined, none of them could even hold a candle to you. And for that, she would ensure you would not slip out of her grasp. She would find a way. 

She had a whole night, a whole banquet, and plenty of trust from you that you would never suspect your friend of anything. Something poured in your drink, a well-timed execution of play-acting to frighten you, and perhaps you would fall into her arms without her even having to lift a finger. 

[tacticalanklenuzzler3000]

Ellis Twilight x Reader x Jude Jazza

MDNI 18+ ONLY

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happy birthday Ellis my beloved. pretend like I posted this on the 4th.

I fooled all of u into following my side blog so you can watch me write smut about anime guys instead of big military men rhahagahahahgaa

cw: mfm threesome, reader has a vagaina and breasts but no size description, reader is gender neutral, my boyfriends are kissing each other! we are bisexual! HAPPY PRIIIIIDEEEEEE, lewd? fingering, overstimulation, kissing, uhhh slight pet play?? words like cunt are used, praise kink go crazy go stupid, degradation kink go silly, self indulgent look away from me

do they hate each other? a little bit yes, but they can turn that part of their brain off to bond over the love of your body. you are the bridge for their emotional gap and what an honor this is for you.

thankfully they don't bicker back and forth much, considering Ellis is so passive. he will accommodate the both of you, even if Jude is snapping at him.

tho all of his mean snaps and sharp words die on the soft curves of your body (sort of.) it at least gets him to shut up long enough to kiss your skin.

even so, you were a bit hazy on how you ended up with the 2 of them in your bed. your back to Jude's abdomen and Ellis on his knees between your splayed legs. their fingers were cold against your skin, goosebumps following right behind their fingertips.

"you aren't kissing me right.." Ellis whines in that whispery tone. he moves to pepper kisses along your cheeks. "want it like this.." his voice almost as soft as a whisper.

you whine at the loss of his lips, watching him sit back up on his knees. in one easy motion, Ellis moved his lips from your cheeks to Jude's lips.

even caught deep in a kiss, Jude looked irritable. you figured that was just his permanent expression.

2 pairs of hands pet and groped at your pliant body. when you closed your eyes, savoring their touch, you could tell who was who if you thought hard enough. however, thinking was last on your list of things to do right now.

Ellis used his fingertips mostly, drawing shapes on your thighs or trailing them from your throat down your sternum. he'd call you a sweet pup, so soft and easy [/praise♡]

Jude would knead your skin like dough and push his manicured nails into it. every soft swell would be subject to his groping and pinching. he'd squish your soft hips and splay his hands on your plush tummy, all while calling you a needy dog, a mutt in heat. you're so easy [/degrading♡]

a tight coil started building in your abdomen. was it jealousy, wanting all the attention to be on you? jude did complain about how needy you were.. or was it your slowly winding orgasm from Ellis's long fingers circling your clit? you chalked it up to the latter, lips parting to a soft pant.

the 2 finally pulled away from each other, their lips kissed red and glossy.

"..hah..." Ellis's cheeks were dusted a satisfied pink. his deep jewel toned eyes were hazy with a happy lust when he looked down to you again.

"can you do that for me?" he asked, eager, hunching over you again.

"quit hoggin' 'em," Jude complained, tugging you closer to his body.

" 'm not," Ellis countered, kissing up to your lips again. Jude was quick to suck his teeth at the sight. he was never the best at sharing

he found your mouth again. Ellis was nothing if not earnest. with the way he pressed himself against you, it felt like he could never get close enough. you never met someone who kissed with their whole body before.

absorbed in the attention Ellis gave you, you hardly registered Jude's cold hands moving down your legs. tucking his fingers behind your knees, he brought them up to your chest.

you were tucked into a ball between them the new position was essentially presenting your tight heat like a meal on a platter. and that glint in Ellis's eyes told you he was awful hungry

his curly hair tickled your chest and stomach when he kissed down your soft body. the softness of his touch was quite the contrast to Jude's pinching and groping.

Ellis leaned his head against your thigh and sighed, dreamy and warm. goosebumps quickly bloomed against your skin. he and Jude watched with blown pupils as Ellis's ring and middle finger sank effortlessly into you. you squirmed some, from his fingers, the position you were folded into, or the 2 pairs of eyes on your naked body, you weren't sure.

slender fingers prodded and scissored between your walls, searching for any spot that would make you squeal. palm up, ellis circled and pushed until the tips of his fingers were just on your sweet spot. you curled your toes in anticipation, breath hitching for just a moment

"there it is," Jude's keen eye didn't miss your subtle reactions.

Jude slipped a hand free from one of your legs. Ellis was quick to take it in his own, setting your ankle on his shoulder. working together for so long has given them almost a 6th sense. it's like they communicate telepathicly.

your theory of mind reading is essentially confirmed when Ellis pushed his fingers knuckle deep into you. Jude's free hand found your needy clit immediately after and you felt like you could already see stars.

you stuttered out a moan, head falling back in pleasure. if Ellis's fingers were any deeper, you were sure you could feel them in your throat. and if Jude's constant circling of your clit was any faster it would boarder on overstimulation.

" 's good ain't it?" Jude teased, moving his hand away from your clit to grab your chin.

you whimpered, cheeks dented from his fingers pushing into them. you could hear the devilish grin in his voice when he forced you to watch Ellis between your legs.l

Ellis moaned from deep in his chest, latching his mouth to your cunt. he practically had hearts in his eyes looking up at you, moan vibrating your already sensitive clit.

"yes- fuuck.." you whined, nodding eagerly. you hoped with enough enthusiasm, and they wouldn't edge you.

their needy hands, sultry voices, and mixed scent were driving you to your climax even faster. it was making your already mushy brain turn to pure goo.

"so pretty.." Ellis mumbled, lips barely leaving your skin.

you flushed red, not sure if he talking to you or your pussy at this point. he was drunk off your body, moaning and whining as his tongue pushed into you. your hips desperately bucked and squirmed, to get closer the source of pleasure or run away from it, you weren't sure.

Jude mumbled something about being 'like a dog,' but you chose to ignore it not knowing if it was meant for you or Ellis. however, he was proven right when Ellis was all but nuzzling into your palm. you tried not to pull his hair like reigns, but with the way he way he was kissing and sucking at your clit you couldn't help it.

at this point, Jude had released your other leg, letting it fall open to accommodate Ellis's wide shoulders. with both hands free, your poor body was subject to his relentlessness.

his teeth quickly found your shoulder, and fingertips quickly found your nipples. already kissed and sucked hypersensitive by Ellis, Jude's pinching and palming of your chest was boarding on too much of a good thing.

all of it was too much. you could hardly get a full lungs worth of air, most of it being pushed out with your moans.

"aa, th're almost there.." Ellis mumbled against your fluttering cunt. his soft voice was so laced with lust that you could almost feel the words hot against your body.

"y-yes! almo-oh-st.. fuck-!" you nodded, hips struggling to buck with the tight grip Ellis had 💔

"maybe when we're done, we'll teach ya t' watch that mouth, huh?" Jude nipped at your ear, giving youa few more firm circles of your clit.

finally

that was all you needed. your nails dug into Jude's forearm and your legs clamped tight around Ellis's head. you figured he'll be alright without air for a minute while you rode out your long deserved orgasm.

Jude gently pats your tummy with a quick kiss to the side of your sweaty temple. it's his version of saying "good dog" when you finally come down.

Ellis doesn't know when to stop. he will keep kissing and trying with your pussy if you let him. don't let him unless you've cleared your schedule.

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[yandere-sins]

I blame you for my newfound obsession about the Orca boys with a like...Harpy? Swan..water foul thing. Taking the advice between Sea and Land to the skies!

I like to think that all merfolk likes to lounge in the sun occasionally. Just climb on a bit of rock and lay there for a while, enjoying the breeze and chatting the day away.

It's not a surprise if there are feathered kinds of creatures approaching, because where are predators, there's prey to pick from, and where are mermaids, there are treasures to receive. They can coexist just fine, sing together, chat about water- and airpolitics and what the weird bipedal apes on land do lately. They can help each other out or exchange informations and goods, most of them playing around with each other just for fun.

Would be an awful shame if a cheeky little Harpy!Darling got a bit to close to the equally as cheeky Yandere!Merman who thinks it's adorable when they ask for some of the teeth or jewels that adorn him. It's no big deal, most merfolk give away things they don't need. But this harpy is so cute, playing with the chains and complimenting them, obviously wanting to charm the merman into giving it to them for free. He gets in some playful little tugs on the harpy that they take in stride, teasing their legs and plucking some feathers that are out of place, but he gives them what they want of course, it having little meaning to the merman but making the harpy so happy. He even lets them take it off him on their own, not minding their talons scratching him, a big grin on his face as he watches them struggle to open the clasps on the chains.

And he realizes he likes their company because they are just so adorable and fun, although there's an unwritten law that the two kinds of creatures coexist peacefully, so he can't really force them to stick around.

Instead, he brings them new, enticing treasures every time he comes to lounge out in the open and they get bolder and closer to the merman, exploiting his willfullness to humor them until eventually he seizes a moment of everyone else being distracted to capture and drag them underwater.

Certainly, no one wants a shrieking darling rupturing their eardrums but the merman's cave is so nice and full of sunken gold and food. If the darling stays for a little bit and spends some time with the merman, he promises to take them back with their arms full of whatever they can carry. And swears that if they keep the secret of what he did, there will be more waiting for them the next time they meet.

By the afternoon they are free again and come morning, they return to the sunspot.

Hook, line, and sinker as the merman now gets to spend time with them regularly for a small price, getting the darling so used to being under water and around him. Every day he gets a bit bolder as the darling keeps asking for more as well, and soon they'll be doing all kinds of stuff with the merman as he tells them they can take what they want if they comply. He's preparing them well for the day that he won't take them back, even making them get used to sleeping in his cave because it's "too late to go back now" and "only for this one night". It all seems so innocent until they get used to staying for longer periods, and eventually, they never return to the sky again, the only place he wouldn't be able to follow.

Their wings were clipped effectively the day the merman decided he really wanted an adorable, exotic pet.

And now the harpy will have to learn what it's like to be owned at the cost of their freedom.

[eldritch-spouse]

[There's something in my drafts I'm hardly going to finish, so I'll just leave this here.]

Full: Option 1; Option 2

TW: Degradation; Public humiliation

You meet behind the local mall.

The same one he first stalked you in, of course. You're a sentimental sap, after all, but it also helps you remember to not feel bad about anything you do to Patches. He's just a creep, always been one, and creeps don't deserve anything.

Certainly not when they arrive 10 minutes after the scheduled time.

You watch him meekly trudge towards you, slightly shadowed by the more secluded nature of this location. Patches has the decency to look embarrassed, rubbing his own arm and refusing to make eye contact while his old boots all but drag on the rocky ground.

He listened to your advice from last time, at least, making an effort to look more normal by wearing only his shirt and pants. Putting aside the garish shoe wear and the fucking ridiculous hat he refuses to part ways with, he could almost blend in well enough with other monsters.

This style of clothing isn't his preference, if the way he's shrinking even more into himself is any indication.

" Oh goodie, look who finally decided to show up! "

The dullahan immediately starts scratching at the bold veins on his arms, irritating the pockets of magic beneath his skin.

" I- I'm so sorry, Ma'am. I didn't mean to be late- It's- My... " He chokes a little. " My work... There was a- "

" Did I ask for excuses? "

Your tone is your most powerful weapon. In the flip of a switch, sugary, sardonic babying can become a bitter, chilling warning. It always seems to catch the undead's breath.

" No, ma'am... "

" You know, this happens a lot Patches. I'm starting to think that maybe you don't want to see me at all. "

The words make him panic, wide sockets peeking from his downturned hat to gouge the seriousness of your words.

" Ne- Never never! I lov- "

" Then don't waste my time. " You smile. " Are you getting cocky because I happen to find you mildly entertaining? Do you think you have a shot with any woman out there? " You speak as if you're addressing a crippled animal. " Oh, you dumb little thing, there's nothing in that head except seeds, hm? "

There's already some color around his face. " ... Yes, ma'am. "

" Good. " Your hand reaches to pet him under the chin. " Good boy, we keep our expectations in reality, don't we? We know you're just a loser, and losers don't get to waste anyone's time. That's rude, isn't it? "

Just this once, you allow him to nod instead of verbally answering.

There's a silent beat, before one stocking clad leg raises and your heel collides with his knee, sending the monster tumbling down. It wasn't a particularly strong hit, just something to make him smarten up.

Properly trained, Patches stays down, looking up at you with poorly masked anticipation.

" Well come on, dummy. " A foot taps against the ground, shiny black pumps that he bought you, with a small moon-shaped jewel on the front. They're pretty, his eyes twinkle with happiness just looking at them on your feet. " We're not going home until I feel like you're sorry enough. "

Patches knows what to do. He flattens to the ground like no more than a worm. Anyone could realistically pass by this nook and see him prostrated before some woman, slimy green tongue out to polish already spotless shoes.

Annoyed, you swat that large hat away, putting it on yourself instead.

" My hat-! "

" How am I supposed to know if you're doing a good job if I can't see you? " He looks back down, defeated. " God, you're so stupid. "

That gets him to work. The dullahan is nothing if not dedicated, quickly getting into the task. He lavishes the sides of your pumps, tongue flirting with your skin and hands twitching on concrete when you warningly 'tsk'. The length of them is peppered in carved kisses, and he pays special attention to the jewels, huffing with what you already know to be pure neediness. His drool leaves a translucent yet slightly green sheen behind, which looks almost pretty under the light.

Or maybe you're just mildly depraved.

Not as much as Patches, at least.

" What a good job you're doing down there! " You coo, the same way you would at a golden retriever that just handed you its paw. " You've always been good at this, maybe it should be your new profession, hah. "

He makes some kind of breathy mewl, now just retracing his earlier work. You figure that's enough for now.

" Okay okay, stop, I can almost forgive you. "

Patches looks back up at you. " Almost M- Ma'am? "

" Stick your tongue out. "

He does, a rather lengthy magical muscle protruding from that gourd head. You suppose, had you the means to, you'd also give yourself a rather large tongue.

" On the ground. "

The undead makes a face, lowering it as told and likely getting a nasty flavorful of whatever filth has touched the concrete before.

One heel rises, the flat end of your sole perching against his face, the pointed end swiftly descending into that exposed clapper. You make sure to grind it in, sink it, hearing his garbled cries as Patches instinctively tries to retract his tongue. He doesn't know what to do with his own head while trapped like this, the lights in his sockets blurring when tears form around the edges, painting his face.

You don't stop until he's sobbing quietly, shaking yet defeated.

" There we go. I think I can like you again. You're always so obedient... "

Your heel punctured deep enough that you kind of have to give it a shake to release the dullahan's tongue. He makes another pained whine before moving back, holding the damaged muscle as it limply hangs off his wide mouth. It's a tad dirty, but the most striking detail is the hole on top of its flat surface, oozing some kind of thick gel that you can't quite call blood.

He rises awkwardly, back still curved, trying to wipe his own summoned tongue clean before putting it back in his mouth and swallowing his own magic.

" Huh, you could almost pierce it, pumpkin. I bet that'd look good on you. "

And like the flattery-hungry loser he is, Patches smiles faintly through the pain.

Your eyes rake down and find what comes as no surprise. He's already more than hard. In a way, it's kind of better this way, not having to work at all to get him in such a shameful state. You could give Patches a look, and he'd probably begin chubbing in seconds. The problem is keeping it that way, and preventing him from getting excited enough to end things prematurely. Your new pet won't become a disappointment, surely. Not if his discipline continues.

A decently sized cock strains against the tight fabric of his pants, already forming an unsightly patch -Hah- of wetness. You've always liked one thing about him. Well, that's a lie, you enjoy lots of things about Patches. But- The way the prominent veins along his body continue into his endowment is also very pleasing. It makes you want to hurry things along, in spite of your modus operandi of grinding out the maximum potential of every second in these encounters.

" Try not to ruin your pants before we get home, okay sweetie? " You mock. " Did you bring it, by the way? "

The dullahan nods frantically, waving his hands in front of him in a specific pattern that, upon the snap of his index and middle finger, summons forth a collar.

This velvet dark green circle with intricate leaf patterns on its exterior. Two small white jewels frame the silver hoop where the chained leash in your purse attaches. You spent some time designing this beautiful adornment, more time than he deserves really, oh but it's in your nature to be a perfectionist. There were some hiccups. Particularly around the fact that dullahans are apparently frightened by gold... Your first purchase was trashed immediately, needless to say.

Last time you met, Patches had forgotten his collar. This was a grave offense to you, punishable by sharply diminishing his time with you. See, to truly punish this undead, you can't just promise him pain or ruined pleasure, he enjoys those. To upset him, to make consequences tangible, you deny him your time- And it's wonderfully effective!

Exhibit A, Patches has remembered to bring his collar today, after the previous session lasting only half an hour.

" Good boy! Perfect. See? You can learn. " He actually preens at that. " Now put it on. "

When you clip the leash to the monster, he's staring deep into your eyes, sockets pulsing heart-shaped lights as his breath becomes shallow and hot. Oh yeah, he's checking out already.

Good.

" Walk. "

[g4l4xy-qu33n]

Hello! So I'm new to your blog and I have to say that I LOVE it already, keep it up! :D

I don't rlly know if you're taking requests rn, but oh well, worth a shot. Can I request some platonic or romantic (it doesn't rlly matter) hcs with TADC Caine? I just can't get over this silly man and I'd like to read more about him!

Hi!! Yes, requests are open! (I should probably specify that - sorry!)

Also tysm!! It's so nice to hear that someone likes my blog <3

A/N: I've never written for the silly teeth man before, but his personality came really easily to me - for some reason. Of course, as usual, these are all my personal headcanons for him, so please please please don't get mad at me if I 'got something wrong'. And also, this is written with afab reader in mind, but it can apply for any gender reader you like, as no pronouns or specific descriptions are used!

Warnings: Mentions of smut, and smutty activities. Apart from that, nothing but pure fluff and showman-style romance!

Romantic Headcanons for Caine!

(I couldn't think of anything I could write for platonic, I'm a lot better at romantic-)

Starting off, I definitely think that Caine is a romantic type. (What showman wouldn't be?)

Caine would favour you over all the other circus members, and deny it if he gets called out.

He would exempt you from adventures that you don't want to do, and instead take you out for a fancy candlelit meal at the digital restaurant shown in the pilot.

Think fancy wines, lavish suits or dresses, romantic jazz music played by a digital band, and candles. Tons and tons of candles just floating while you two eat the best digital food of your life.

And dessert? Angle Food Cake of course, made specially by him or bubble.

You'd dance to the music, ballroom style, with a few dips and extra special moves included.

Every time you would go out with him, he'd give you a gift. Maybe a fancy brooch, or a piece of jewellery encrusted with jewels and plated by gold.

Fancy outfits are also to be expected.

You'd be given the luxury of a larger, more secluded bedroom as well!

The bed would be adorned with silk sheets and a bed canopy, most likely in red to remind you of him.

And I'm not sure if you want nsfw, but the nights you guys would spend in that bed would be fun, to say the least.

He'd happily indulge whatever you're into. Ai's are always wanting to learn new things, after all.

He'd spoil you rotten, both in bed and out.

When it comes to affection, he's a good mix of a lot of different types of affection.

As stated above, he's a gift giver, but also big on acts of service.

He's a big believer in words of affirmation, but not too often. Don't wanna give you an ego. (Although with the way he treats you, I feel like you would already have one depending on your personality)

He would love calling you pet names. Traditional ones are his favourite, like darling, honey, lovely, dove, doll, etc.

When it comes to physical affection, he'd probably draw the line at holding hands and cuddles. Heck, even cuddles would be a bit too far sometimes. Maybe just an arm swung over your shoulder when you're watching a movie? Sure... you can lean into him as well, just not too far, okay?

And kisses are... a challenge. Depending on how you look in the digital world, kisses may be manageable. He has no lips over his teeth though, so if you really want to kiss him... uh, try your best. (Maybe just kiss his teeth?)

He'd definitely get flustered if you initiate anything or give him a gift, though.

Like he'd be all confident one second, and the next he'd be flustered and stuttering at your kindness.

He would also display your gift with pride for the whole circus to see!

That's the only thing the circus members'll see, though.

Caine would be fine being affectionate with you in private (if not too much) but in front of the others the furthest he would go when it comes to affection is pet names, or maybe flashing you a wink.

Not that the others really care though. I feel like they'd all be pretty indifferent to it, no matter how much affection you guys show.

If you bug him about it, he'd probably give in. Eventually.

AAA I'm so sorry I took so long! Home life has been crazy, but I don't really see that as an excuse-

And I hope you see this and like it! (And I'm also sorry it's a bit short-)

-Galaxy

[swampstew]

Trafalgar Law, B-7~ Pet Play

Summary: A near death encounters sweeps you into Law's arms. Something is off about him, but you don't figure it out until later - you're surprised with how well you accept it, and lean into it.

Part 2 | Part 3

Warnings: Spicy but in a suggestive way, pet play kink, near death encounter, Monster Law, dom/sub relationship, kitten pet play + all the pretty trinkets Word Count: 681

You first met him in a dream, Trafalgar Law. He had shown up with a haunted expression on his face, reaching out for you. It had startled you awake and set you up for what you felt was a bad day. Perturbed and grumpy, you weren’t paying attention when you were crossing the street until you heard shouting and horns honking. The car was coming straight for you and you couldn’t help but freeze on the spot with a gaping mouth – your life flashed before your eyes and the last thing you saw was the mysterious yellow eyes of the man you had dreamed of. Only, you were very much awake. And suddenly, he was right there in front of you. Holding you. Had yanked you out of the spot on the street you were rooted to in fear, saving your life.

Unable to speak, you could only shake or nod your head in response to his questions. He was giving you a quick exam, being a doctor from the hospital down the street. You’re lucky he had just left his double shift and was walking home when he saw you. He offered to walk you home but you declined, wanting to take a long walk to think about why you had dreamt about this man and how the hell he managed to show up in your life like this. Law looked like he wanted to argue and insist on walking you home, but he yielded instead, giving you his cell number on the back of a prescription paper; told you to call him if you EVER needed him.

Walking alone in the park that night – you felt like you were being watched. Anytime you checked your surroundings you never saw anyone, but as the sky darkened, you felt like something with glowing yellow eyes was stalking you behind the trees. Some sort of animal. You scurried home but the feeling never went away. For a week. Finally, you called Law. Turned out, you could use a friend to walk home with.

That was months ago and now the two of you were fully hooking up.

Even after Law came clean and told you everything. He had been the one watching over you – had tried to warn you in your sleep that you were in danger. You sat and listened with an open mind as he talked about his heritage, that he’s a Fylgja. A supernatural being associated with fate – an omen of one’s impending doom. That was why he came to you, he couldn’t stand idly by as someone like yourself was going to be cut down before the best years of your life. It wasn’t fair. So he intervened.

He also has the ability to shapeshift – his favorite form being a snow leopard. That was when the thoughts started.

“You want to be my little kitten?” he cocked an eyebrow at you but looked pleased. “I can work with that.”

Law presented you with gifts: white, fuzzy cat ears with a dark spotted pattern and matching anal plug tail; a bra and panty set in matching white; white socks for your feet and gloves for your hands, the fingertips has dulled, pointed claws; and lastly, a jeweled collar and leash/harness set. The collar had “Kitten” spelled out with shiny gems.

He helped undress you and step into your new house outfit. Bending you down to the floor, he gently pushed you to all fours, massaging your ass encouragingly.

“You can say your safe word whenever you want, I’ll respect it. We’ll take this as far as you want to go. If you accept, give me your best meow, little kitten.”

With a deep swallow, you turned your head to look at him, giving him your poutiest face, “Miiiaaoo.”

A wide grin spread across his face, “That’s my good girl,” he drawled as he buckled your new collar around your neck. “Let me show you what a good master I’ll be to you. And if you’re really into it, maybe we can explore my hybrid leopard form in the bedroom.”

Part 2 - TBD 😏

21 tiles to go, 15 calls made so far.

[ohbo-ohno]

I have been thinking about the image of Knight Johnny getting a ceremonial collar instead of a medal for like 24 hours I am so unwell about it omg, like reader being forced to go through this big opulent ceremony and her (used to be hers, Ghost's now) knight on one knee genuinely viewing this as legit and an honour?

Ghost being a right bellend about it as well, commenting on how much she suits his colours with all the finery and jewels of his house. Might have to give her extra peircings so she can wear more, only right now that she's his. Wouldn't it be nice to dangle a jewel off of her that matches the one in Johnny's collar?

You and Ceil are going to murder me I want to put you in a jar and shake you how have I turned into someone who keeps turning everything into petplayyyyyy 😫

For reaslies thanks so much for sharing all your creativity with us, love to read it ❤️

i am 100% serious when i say it takes me actual effort to not turn everything into petplay. especially with JOHNNY?????? he wears a COLLAR in the GAME like i am only a human i can only resist so much

also you're so sweet tysm!!!! thank you for reading the stuff i post haha

ceremonial collar has me 👁️👁️ he's soooo proud of it :( signifies that he's like The Guard or smth like that and he's worked sososo hard to earn it, he's always got his head held real high so everyone can see it proudly displayed on his throat, right in ghost's colors hnggg

also a massive party thrown in her parents throne room, decorated in the colors of his house, and johnny receiving a medal with his colors and his symbol (there's a word for this and i can't think of it leave me alone)

also. ghost putting something on the collar with his name and adding the princess (not quite queen yet) name under his :( points it out to her when she's straddling johnny, says "look at our pretty little pet, doesn't he look so good with our names?" cause johnny's still her pup too :( he still loves her and wants to take care of her :(

also. oh my FUCKING god. ghost doesn't collar her because she's queen but watchful eyes will note that she wears a charm matching johnny's from one of her ears. im so obsessed with that idea. he pierces her himself, tells her to hold so still and kisses her tears away if she cries :(((

[pdrrook]

how would the LIs react if they woke up one day and their affliction plus their tier swapped with MCs with no potential end in sight? what if they woke up without any affliction at all?

Ohhhhhh!!!!

MC1

Jewel: would be a bit anxious, but jump into the problem-solving mode right away. Given that their afflictions don't have any severe symptoms, she'd calm down eventually, and she'd have fun teaching MC how to levitate stuff. And knowing other people feelings would do wonders for her overthinking too

Reed: oh that one tho, okay, pre-relationship, he'd be SO worried that he'd slip and MC would hear his thoughts that he wouldn't even notice the scent of love coming from MC (in a required love scenario). Post- he'd be fine with MC knowing his thoughts, and he'd love to have MC's feelings out in the open like that, it'd be the best shit ever for him. And he will definitely put his new affliction to a good (relatively speaking, good for him, bad for others) use

Laurent: would freak out big time. It took him years to control his powers, and he'd hate for MC to go through the shit he had to go through. It'd be a horror scenario to him tbh and he'd focus 100% on helping out MC

MC2

Nino: she'd be angry af because she spent decades perfecting her affliction just for it to be gone like that. She loves being able to just pop and disappear in the middle of a convo, so she'd miss it a lot. Shapeshifting would annoy the fuck out of her, but she'd be fixated on perfecting it, too

Flavio: uh oh, so he would love to change into a pet and just chill IF only someone wasn't sacked with his fun affliction instead. I think watching MC deal with his stuff would break his heart, honestly 

Alan: well, it'd be weird but nice to be able to give someone a hug without worrying about hurting them aha, and he'd find some use out of his new affliction too

No affliction:

Flavio and Laurent would love it, though it'd feel very strange akin to a sense missing

Nino, Alan, and Reed wouldn't like it. They enjoy their afflictions and they'd feel somehow lesser without them

Jewel would miss her affliction, but she's never relied on it, so she'd be fine either way 

[rxttenfish]

Trick or treat!

you get: a cleaner crab!

merfolk like biotech. like, they really like biotech. mostly because the evolution of their technology started at an entirely different place than humanity's, with the biggest marker being that fire was never an option for them. instead, their technology got started from their habit of, like mountain lions and other large predators, cultivating the environment around them through their presence to encourage biodiversity and certain growth. thus, they started with domestication of sessile animals on top of things like rudimentary tools formed from what they could find, and as they went along, more and more the process of refining materials was handed to those sessile organisms, whos growth of shells and skeletons could be controlled and manipulated into forms useful for merfolk.

it's come a long way since then. in fact, merfolk tend to really enjoy creating "living tools" that still primarily look like normal animals, or otherwise tinkering around with their domestic livestock and other animals to have shapes and forms a little more in line with their living tools. the line is incredibly blurry between both, after all, and being able to read DNA is fairly universal. merfolk might have to provide additional nutritional supplements, but they more than readily know how to package and safely hand it off to their living tools and livestock in a form that they can make use of without being harmed by now, so they feel free to mess around a little.

basically all merfolk settlements are full of other animals. this stems from what i mentioned before, that their sheer presence alone acted as the basis for a biodiversity hotspot, being as, through the process of eating and living and creating trash, they created a lot of free nutrients for other animals who are already primed to be able to make use of that. because of this, merfolk can seem pretty messy... but they're already working with the existing confidence of living in a marine environment, and always having something else around that will be more than happy to eat their trash. why not throw something on the floor, when you know it'll be moved away and eaten by a glorified pet/roomba in a number of minutes, and you never have to worry about it?

and merfolk take great pride in this! its why their definition of "domesticated" is so loose. they always have a dedicated cleanup crew who doubles as livestock and food in a pinch, let alone the way merfolk can repurpose their bodies to create other items too. cultivating and taking good care of them is important, and having a healthy and thriving animal community around a merfolk settlement is a point of pride, and at least partially why animal and natural motifs are so common in their artwork.

for the royals, they especially like to show them off and take great pains to differentiate their animal communities as another gesture of their wealth, so individual royal castles will often have their own "designs" for modified cleaner animals, including crustaceans like crabs.

often these are through colors and specific patterns, or engineering them to host cultures of glowing bacteria on their carapaces, or adding spikes or flanges off of their limbs, even sometimes closely resembling other species who might be adapted to radically different environments. but, for the low royals like miranda, a favorite is to engineer such cleaner animals like crabs and snails to use rare metals as a decorative outer layer on their shells, making them bright and glittery and looking very much like moving pieces of jewelry or treasure as they scurry across the floors and walls. other elements might be added by hand, such as sculpting or carving thicker parts of their shells, or adding jewels and pearls to engineered "soft" or adhesive portions of their carapace. they can get incredibly elaborate, and are somewhat treated as pets by the royals involved, who often enjoy memorizing specific crabs and watching them as they go about their business.

for your common descent episode, camouflage, and for your fossil animal, palaeocastor:

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Siren's Song

✿ Synopsis: The waves were always captivating, alluring, the swells of the white foam bringing people into the water deeper. Yet, sometimes the force of the unsteady seas is not the only danger that lurks about.

✿ Who: Koga Yudai / K (&Team) & Gender Neutral Reader ✿ Word Count: 14,267 Words ✿ Genre: Angst ✿ Warnings: Darker concepts, explicit language, death, drowning, bodily harm, forced kissing, parental death, strangers death, attempted self drowning, forced imprisonment, coercion, abduction, pet names, manipulation ✿ Request: Yes. Thank you for your request. It's not the best, but I hope you enjoy it. ✿ Not proofread.

The sea was a captivating thing. The swells of the white foamy spume slapping against the sides of the ship, was alluring to watch. The large waves would draw anyone in, like a siren luring sailors into the rocky spires to their deaths. The waves had you completely filled with aghast, they were large, shaking the ship all about, causing sea sickness in those who were not accustomed to the ways of the water, to those who had yet to acquire their own sealegs. Yet, the ship, she did her best to stay afloat throughout this torrential storm, the sailors and captain did their best to keep her steady.

The trip was one you had gone on many times before, being the child of the famed ship's captain and first mate, you were accustomed to this voyage. You were practically born on this ship, sailing and making long voyages before you were able to walk. Your parents' livelihood had become your childhood. Spending your days confined on this ship, wishing for the land, for the feeling of grass and dirt under your feet. A normal childhood was all you ever desired, instead you were stuck on this ship, as your parents sailed around, doing whatever it was they did for a price.

They always claimed you would learn to love the freedom, to love the sea, to love the joy that this path would bring. On land jobs would only make you a couple doubloons, but sailing, it was much more profitable. It was hard to undertake a voyage without the proper equipment and sailors, and many would rather pay a hefty sum to get someone else to do all the dirty work for them, rather than put in the effort and do it themselves. That is where your parents would come in, they would take anything anywhere and do anything for the right price.

Despite how general the job description was, they would do really anything. You had seen them being nothing more than self appointed vigilantes hunting down those who attempted to evade the law by going out to sea, oftentimes being paid quite heavily for those captures. They had also been nothing more than common thieves and parading pirates, breaking into the sailing ships of the wealthy and stealing their riches, all for their own cut on the gold and jewels. They had taken on common jobs, simply sailing items from point one to point two, moving things as simple as boxes of cloth to sailing things like boxes of swords. Each and everything had a price, and there was nothing they were not willing to do for a price, even reprehensible things. They had never said it for certain, but you had no doubts that at least one of your parents had probably taken another’s life, after all everything has a price, and that includes human lives.

Despite their joy and love of sailing, of what they did, you never found yourself enjoying it that much. Oftentimes your days were spent desiring the land, desiring to be in one place, desiring to be away from this. Days were spent within the confines of the ship, hiding within one of the cabins to avoid whatever the agenda was for your parents on that day. No longer did you enjoy sailing, and you soon grew to hate the sailing trips.

Your mother was always using the utmost care and caution when steering the ship. Despite how cutthroat and terrifying what they do might be, she would never attempt to sail through a storm, not wanting to possibly hurt you, her only children. Your father was honestly the same, rather would stay docked during the storms, than let things be risked. Despite their suspicious careers, and odd reactions towards certain things, they tried their best to be good parents, even with their wild lives and how they made money, not always being the most legal of things.

The amount of times you were sailing through a storm could be counted on one hand, that number being only twice. Once the storm hit while you were out at sea, unable to return to the shore before it started to rain, but that time it was only rain. The second time, being today, right now actually. The sky was a deep shade of grey, only illuminated by the random flashes of sharp lightening, and growing a deeper and darker shade with each growing second. The thunder was loud, easily overpowering the cries and screams of the children as they hid with the saloon, under the exposed deck.

Today was one of those days that your parents were on a job, transporting a large number of people across the sea, a trip projected to take only thirty days, and here you were already on day twenty-three. Only seven more days until you could be on land, you could escape this ship, you could escape from the close confines of being with your family, the sailors, and these complete strangers. The group of strangers were currently hiding under deck, the twenty people rushed in as the storm started, their children screaming out in terror and fear as the thunder started to crack and lightning started to make itself known across the previously clear sky.

Leaving the saloon, you took refuge on the exposed deck. The rain was a welcome feeling against your skin, it was like it was washing away all the stress and annoyance you felt towards being on this ship once again. Others would have run away, escaping into the warmth and cover of the saloon or cabins, wanting to get away from the rain. However, you just wanted to get away from that safety, desiring the feeling of freedom that temporarily filled your being, as the rain fell down upon your skin, soaking your clothing and you to the bone.

After a few moments, the coolness of the rain and the combined wind finally started to get to you. Walking around the deck, you found yourself seated under the overhang that shielded one of the doors from the onslaught of water, it kept the rain from falling against your skin, as you watched the rolling storm clouds filling the sky. It was only midafternoon, four in the afternoon at the latest, but the dark cover of the sky would easily have you believing it was at least nine at night during this late summer day. Storms like this were rare during the sweltering and overheated days of the summer, it was too the point of the summer that the storms were no longer forming, but you knew it would only be a matter of time until the cold waves took over, hitting the warm air and sparking massive storms. This seemed to be one of those days.

The massive storm swirled overheard, the deep dark grey turning to almost black. The visibility was so low, you were barely able to see a ship’s length out into the dark murky water. Oddly, your mother had even stopped forcing the ship to go forward, you could only assume that the lights from the sparse flashes of lightning were not bright enough to help her steer the ship with any certainty.

The white spume covered waves were now a shade of dark grey, the water no longer the clear reflective liquid it was only minutes ago. The storm was taking over, taking everything from the area, plunging everyone and everything in its path into darkness.

Oddly, the darkness was comforting. No longer were you hearing the loud cries of the children, the constant complaints of the men with a little bit too much money, and no longer experiencing something like clockwork. Shifting, you found yourself laying down the bench, the cold harsh wood was oddly comforting as the rain softly fell down onto your skin in light raindrops. Despite being splayed lightly by the raindrops as they fell askew instead of straight down, it was nice, it was a change from the doldrum day you usually experienced.

The storm was somehow even more captivating while at sea, as they were on land. The rolling clouds continued, painting the sky various shades of grey, what little bright blue sky that remained was soon covered with the overcast sky. The lightning seemed louder while at sea, almost like being in an echo chamber, but it oddly was not terrifying.

The scene was serene, oddly serene, almost to the point of being uncomfortably serene. Something was wrong, but at this point, you could not care what it was, who it was, or anything, just enjoying the storm, the sounds, and the change from the usual. The rain was a welcome change, maybe not to your parents or the guest, but to you it was. A change from the normal, a deviation that you loved, since you hated the basic everyday rhythm that encompassed everything around you.

As the rain soaked through your clothing, you felt the white muslin fabric sticking to your skin, reminding you that what you were wearing was not the best for being out in this horrid rainstorm. Yet, despite that, you found yourself unable to move. The rain pattering down with a steady beat, almost as though it was a musical instrument. The pitters and patters of it hitting the water all around the boat was soothing, it was not long before it was starting to lull you into slumber. The darkness surrounding you made your brain think it was already night, and the calm falls of the rain soon had you asleep on the bench where you laid.

You were unsure of how long you were asleep for. It may have been minutes or it may have been hours, or possibly even longer. Yet, upon waking up, you were welcomed with the sight of a completely black sky, it was even darker than it had been prior. You were left to assume that night had fallen during your slumber. Sitting up, the sound of rain continued, time may have changed, but the current weather condition had not.

Standing, you found yourself enjoying the fall on the raindrops upon your skin, it running down your face without a care, leaving your clothing rain stained, and your hair waterlogged. It was a comfortable feeling, the rain washing away all the stress and sleep remaining in your being. Looking around, you oddly saw others out on the deck, the sailors would usually be up in the wheelhouse or in their cabins sleeping at this time of night, but instead here they stood, aligning the banister of the deck. Their eyes were fixated forward, staring into the darkness. Vacant, unmoving, and unchanging. Just staring ahead with all their focus. They did not even move or sense your presence around them, just continuing to stare.

Venturing into their line of sight, they started just through you, almost as though you were not there. For a moment, you were in a state of turmoil, had you passed during that nap, were you now a ghost set to haunt the place you died for the rest of eternity. Seeing how none of them acknowledged you, that was the first thought on your mind. It was not until one of the sailors pushed you aside, moving to stand in front of you, getting so close to the bannister, they were in danger of falling, that you finally realized you were in fact alive.

It was an odd scene, the sailors pressed up against the bannister without a care in the world, staring out into the sea, the vacant and empty sea mirror the empty and vacant stares on their faces. Stepping back, you called out to a few of the sailors, calling their names, calling their ranks on the ship, and even calling them the nicknames they call one another. Not a single sailor moved, none spared a single look back at you, instead just continuing to stare without a care in the world.

The scene left an odd feeling in your stomach, it flooded into your brain, just nothing but red flags. It is repeated in your mind, this is not normal, this is not okay, this is not what usually happens. Usually you were all for things not being how they always are, but on this occasion, it was terrifying. The sailors knew not to be so close to the banisters. The sailors knew the risk that being too close brought. The sailors knew if they fell, it was certain death. Watching as they clamored for spots closer and closer to the edge, you knew it was only a matter of time.

One moment they were nine beings being illuminated by the dull lantern light that hung from the water free overhang on the wheelhouse. In the blink of an eye, there were only eight. The sailor made no noise as he fell, the only sound coming from the harsh sound of his body hitting the water, and the large clanks as his body hit the side of the ship on the way down. A scream slipped past your lips, hearing each and every noise over the rain, almost as though it was amplified.

Not a single sailor spared a glance at their fallen comrade. Not a single sailor spared a glance at you as you screamed. Their eyes wasted not a second staring on, just continuing to stare, like nothing existed except for the area in front of them that they were staring at.

Stepping back, you found yourself clutching to anything, for something, to help you stand up. The ship was never this rough, never this harsh on the waves, and it was not the storm that was making this ride so unbelievably horrible. Unable to believe what you just saw. A sailor fell overboard. No, a sailor was pushed overboard. But they did not scream, they did not cry, the sailors that pushed them overboard had no reaction, no screams for help, no cries of apologies, they did not even realize they had pushed one of their own off the ship in their desire to get closer to the banister.

Staring at the wooden floor planks, you tried to catch your breath, unable to understand what was going on, what they were doing, and why they were doing it. During your attempt to calm down a noise distracted you. It was a large sound of something hitting wood, followed by a splash. Looking up you saw only seven. Another sailor was overboard, but this time you were unable to scream, you were unable to cry, you were unable to beg and plead with the other sailors to get away from the edge. You were left unable to do anything more than watch, and as you stared at them, seven became six, it was only then that you broke your reverie.

Finally fighting to get to your feet, you found your way to the wheelhouse door, wrenching it open, you were met with an unlikely sight. Rather than your mother or father standing at the wheelhouse, they were pressed up against the windows, paying no mind to you in any way. Their eyes staring out into the way that they sailors were, captivated by something, unable to resist whatever it was. “MOM! DAD!” You called out in confusion, they however paid you no mind, nothing would distract them from whatever was out there.

Fighting through the door, unable to close it as the ship rolled from one side to another, you made your way to them, clinging to things on the walls, things that were unable to move with the roaring storm. Shaking them, they said nothing, instead just pressing their faces closer into the windows. As you looked out, trying to see what it was they were looking at, the sight shocked you.

The six sailors had become five in the time you were entering the wheelhouse. Yet those five had changed to twenty. At some point the fifteen adults accompanying you on this voyage had found their way up from the saloon, pressing themselves against the banister with the sailors. It was only then that you saw it, the lightning hit one after another, illuminating the sky brightly, showcasing nothing more than the rocky spires that your ship was headed towards. The storm was sending you right into death's arms. The spires were the kind you had heard about often, how sailors would lose it all by getting too close to them, how it would destroy your ship with ease, and destroy your life with ease.

A scream fell from your lips, grasping the wall, you attempted to get to the wheel, desiring to steer yourself away from this certain doom. You were unsure why everyone else seemed so captivated, so destined to let it end this way, to just go into the rocky spikes willingly. As you attempted to walk, you found yourself on the floor, crawling towards the helm. Finally clutching it with your hands, you pulled yourself up, barely able to stand as the ship rolled from side to side, the waves becoming more and more treacherous with each passing moment.

With the wheel within your hands, you attempted to steer the ship away from your certain rocky doom, turning it as far as it would go to the right, trying to divert the direction of the ship. This action however was not welcome. It was only at that moment that you noticed your parents had moved from by the window, and were standing right next to you.

In that moment, the wheel was ripped from your hands, your father’s arms wrapping around you as he picked you up with ease. You were moved away from the wheel, and your mother easily took the wheel undoing what you had done. Setting the boat back onto the rocks path.

After that, you were no longer kept in the wheelhouse. Your father picking you up and carrying you out of the wheelhouse, as your mother followed behind. Thrashing in his grasp, you tried to escape his grip, wanting freedom. The freedom to save this ship, to save yourself from whatever was going on, save yourself from whatever they were doing.

Your fighting was not welcome, your mother easily grabbing a rope as one of the four remaining sailors grabbed your feet, helping your father. Soon it was no longer just the sailors helping, the other voyagers joined in. The fifteen of them easily took over what the sailors were doing, the last thing you saw before turning around and held down to the bowsprit was the sailors opening the sails, letting the wind carrying the ship faster towards the rocks. The guest easily held you down, allowing your parents to tie you tightly against the bowsprit.

You were tied onto the spar above the figurehead, leaving you with only two places to look, down at the rippling water below, or at the rocky death that awaits you. Neither of which were desirable.

Screams continued to fall from your lips, until you were unable to scream any longer, voice so hoarse, no yells could slip past your rain soaked lips. At that point, all that could be heard was the falling of the rain, and soon the soft humming of the others surrounding you.

The first voice you heard was your mothers. “Don’t you hear it? The beautiful music.”

“Oh the beautiful music.” A guest, whose name you never learned, said immediately after.

Soon the air was filled with hums of approval, hums of joy, and hums of happiness. The music, all about the music, they kept saying. They must find the music. They will find the music. They will go to the music. They need the music. The music.

However, you heard nothing, no music, no noise other than the splattering of the rain upon the water. The sounds of the ship as it pushes through the rough waves. Tears started to fall from your lips as you neared the rocks, knowing it was over, it was all done, you were unable to save anyone, to save yourself most of all. The tears easily mixed with the rain, falling down your cheeks in fat drops, hitting the ocean water with no noise, just as your sobs were easily drowned out by the roaring thunder and cries about the music from the others.

Unbeknownst to you, there sat an individual out there, watching all this chaos from a distance. The chaos was not enough for them, but it would suffice. They preferred more drama and more screams and cries, but this would be good enough for now. It had been so long since a ship ventured into his territory, until he had this joy, until he had felt his heart fill with happiness like this. He enjoyed this a little too much, despite the fact it was not as theatrical as he usually liked it to be. Listening to the falling rain upon the roaring waves and the harsh rocks, he smiled, knowing it was only a matter of time before his dream would come true, before your ship would be too close to evade the rocks, before it would all be nothing more than destroyed planks of wood floating in the water, and blood that would lure in sharks to feast on what remained of those from your ship.

As the rocks got closer and closer, the thought of what you could have done to save yourself filled your mind. The obvious answer was to not go with your parents all those days ago. Had you never ventured onto this ship, you would not be tied to the bowsprit and hurtling towards your death. Had you not accompanied them on this voyage all those days ago, you would have not been about to die, along with all the others upon the boat.

Within a mere time of three hours, the usually steady and certain ship had turned to certain chaos. Sailors had jumped over the banister to their deaths, desiring to get closer and closer to some unknown thing. Your own mother had abandoned her moral code, steering the ship right into a patch of rocks. Your father had abandoned his own morality, opening the sails to full, allowing the wind to carry the ship into the rocks at an even faster rate. Your own parents had abandoned their love for you, tying you to the bowsprit with the assistance of the guest. The guest had even gone crazy, clamoring over each other, once again, wanting some unknown thing, like the sailors.

The frenzy the ship was in was something you had never seen. It was not just a thunderstorm that caused his chaos. It was not something as simple as a little storm, to have thrown so many people off their usual mental paths, into whatever chaos this was.

As the ship continued on, the cold salt water soaked your face, as the bow hit each and every wave. As you always thought, the sea was a captivating thing. The swells of the white foamy spume slapping against the sides of the ship, were alluring to watch. The large waves would draw anyone in, like a siren luring sailors into the rocky spires to their deaths. The waves had you completely filled with aghast, they were large, shaking the ship all about. The sea was captivating, however it was terrifying when seeing it this close. No longer were you observing from your usual spot on the deck, but instead being forced to stare at the white swells on facedown. The lightning from the storm illuminates the waves, allowing you to see as you get closer and closer to the rocky spires, as you get closer and closer to your doom. The waves were no longer comforting, no longer did they bring joy, instead you felt your being filled with fear, with terror, of what was to come.

Had you the ability to, you would have been screaming. Begging for someone to hear you. Pleading for someone to hear your cries of pain. Praying for someone to save you. However, your ability to scream faded a while ago, the adrenaline that filled your body in that moment leaving. Weak, you were only able to do your best to keep your face turned, trying to keep the salty sea water from entering your mouth. Yet, death by drowning might be more appealing and painless than whatever fate awaits you near the rocky shores.

Your consciousness was barely stable, eyes rolling back, trying to shut, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep as your brain beckoned you to allow it to take over. However, you fought it, trying your best to stay awake. Trying to keep yourself from falling under, to letting the deterioration of your current state take over.

However, fighting was worthless. The adrenaline leaving your system did nothing but make you fall from the energy high you were previously on. Your eyes were closing on their own accord, and you had no energy to fight them doing so.

Darkness was all you saw, it completely taking over, until all your figure was doing was shallowly breathing, just enough to keep you alive.

As you faded, the rocks were quickly approaching. The ship had been sailing towards these rocks for who knows how many minutes, and was even less from hitting it. This was supposed to be a normal voyage. Your parents would take the guest where they wanted to go, the guest would pay your parents, and then you would get to enjoy a week or so on the land, before the cycle would repeat again. But instead, you were here, extremely off course, hurtling towards your death. That certain doom is getting closer and closer.

Guests were jumping off the ship at that point, what was once thirty or so people on the ship had been reduced to only half of that. Sailors and guests alike were hitting the water with life taking force. Those remaining on the ship continued repeating what you had last heard them say, the music, the voices, the beautiful sounds, none of it made sense. What started out as a normal day during a normal voyage had descended into chaos and terror so quickly. It was terrifying, how things went from being so usual, to abnormal in the span of minutes.

What was abnormal to you, was completely fine and normal to him, however. He was accustomed to this. Ships would easily veer off their course for him. Ships would easily steer towards their own demise for him. Passengers on these ships would throw themselves off of all levels of these ships for him. Passengers would do extreme and crazy actions just for the possibility of hearing the melodic singing up close. People would dive from ships, falling to their deaths in the water below, just for the possible chance of getting a little bit closer to those melodic voices.

His amusement was interrupted however, the giggles from the nearby females bothering him to his core. They giggled and sung praises of him, compliments he did not need, nor did he want them, from them especially. These words however fell on deaf ears, he was too preoccupied with what was going on to pay attention to the wanton girls who were practically begging for his attention.

Usually ignoring the girls was fine, they would leave him alone, but these girls were determined to get him to pay attention to them. It was only moments later that he felt the first hand on his body, ignoring it thinking he was just imagining it, as it was joined by another and another, he knew he was not imagining it, despite how badly he wished he was. Standing with a sudden moment, the girls around him, who were attempting to cling onto him, fell to the ground. They were talking before he stood, their conversation coming to a stop as they fell. Soon, all he heard was their whining. The high pitched voices shrieking and calling him mean, they not losing their attempts at sounding cute and juvenile, as they whined. This did nothing but bother him more, unable to even enjoy the scene any longer, he was quick to start to walk away, leaving the whining girls to change back into their original voices, commenting on how much of an asshole he was.

Their words did not bother him, he was an asshole to them, and he knew it. The girls would follow him around, akin to fangirls, and would not respect his clearly set boundaries, so he had no sympathy for them. They had ruined so many things for him, sunbathing, swimming in general, and now had even ruined his favorite thing, watching as his siren song sent sailors to their demise.

Moving from the previous spot, sitting lowly on the rocks, allowing himself a better view of the pathetic humans as they fell from the boat, he easily climbed up the rock. Going up the rocks meant the vapid girls would not follow him, he had heard them complaining more than once about not wanting to break their nails, when he would do this before to escape them. Finally sitting upon the top of the rocks, he had an even better view. The ship was nearing rocky spires so many of them called home, yet, he knew it would never hit their rocks, the whirlpool situated right before the rocks would destroy the ship before it even had the chance to hit a single rock. This was his favorite spot for unleashing his siren song, the whirlpool was massive, but apparently unable to be seen from the boats. Watching the boat near the spot, he thought to himself that the stupid humans probably thought it was just a large wave, rather than being anything more than that. He loved how easily they would shift their paths, steering directly into his way, he had to do nothing more than sing a few lines, and they would all be under his spell; unable to stop themselves from doing anything and everything it takes to come to him.

The view allowed him to laugh, watching how the stupid passengers and sailors fought over getting closer and closer to the railing on the boat. It was amusing watching as a very extravagantly dressed man fell overboard, he was wearing a coat, that made him think to himself he needed to find it on the seafloor later, to take it for his own. Despite how amusing the scene at the railing was, he allowed his eyes to wander the ship, taking in the splendor and craftsmanship of the boat that was about to be destroyed into millions of tiny pieces. It was not often that he sees a ship of this caliber, whoever the poor owners of this ship must be, must have been professional sailors, otherwise they would have had decked out their ship to the extremes, building and designing such a massive feat.

A tinge of sadness fills his heart, the work and pain that had been put into this ship is going to waste, since it will never be seen again. But that sadness disappears just as quickly as it appears, as he sees the railing on the ship break, sending three people plummeting into the water.

It was all hilarious to him, how these people clamored and fought to get closer and closer, unknown to them, it was to their deaths, not the voice behind the voice they loved so dearly. Watching as the number of people on the ship decreased, he felt joy, it growing as the tip of the boat finally hit his dear whirlpool. That joy however was short lived, as he saw something shocking, something that left him confused.

Standing, he took a step forward, getting closer to the edge of the rocky platform where he previously sat. Something had caught his eye, better yet, someone. It was odd, there was a figure tied to the wooden pillar at the front of the ship. It took him a few moments to realize that it was not something, it was someone. As he gazed on, watching the ship starting to get sucked into the whirlpool, he finally fully saw who it was.

Without another thought, he found himself jumping off the rocky platform, landing in the water, swimming as quickly as he could towards the whirlpool. During this time his thoughts were filled with one thing and one thing only, save the life of the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He had never swam as fast as he was, looking around, seeing the other passengers and villager’s bodies floating through the water, he only had eyes for one person, the person wearing nothing but white muslin fabric. The angel like being that he saw savagely tied to the bowsprit, the first ever person he saw that took his breath away, the first ever person he felt the undeniable urge to save, the first ever person he felt the undeniable urge to covet, you.

Luckily for yourself, you were still unconscious as the boat hit a whirlpool, something that none of you could have seen coming. Your brain shutting down in those moments before impact was helpful, allowing you to keep from seeing the sheer terror around you, allowing you a peaceful and painless death. Unknown to you, that death would never come.

He swam through the swirling waters like they were nothing. Only one thing was on his mind, and kept him going through the blur of bodies and shards of wood. Dodging the fast moving broken wooden planks, his eyes finally caught sight of it. The large wooden pole, the one that you had been tied to only moments ago. Grasping at the wood, he swam towards the other end of the pole, luckily it had fallen off the ship, yet to get caught into the whirlpool, but he knew his time was limited. Humans could not survive underwater for very long, he may know little of the species, but that was one thing he was certain of.

The light white fabric caught his attention first, it billowed out from between where the rope was tied around your figure. If he thought you were angelic while above water, the flowing white fabric from the water made you look even more so. He quickly started to work at the knots, doing his best to untie you, wanting to get you above water before it was too late, before he was too late to save you.

He was rushing, but the ropes would not give up. The knots were tied entirely too tight for him to easily undo them. The wooden pillar you were tied onto was entirely too heavy for him to lift above water on his own. Looking around he was trying to hurry, the blue shade which was taking over your lips let him know he was running out of time. Eyes shifting around, staring at the wreckage floating around, he was unsure of what to do. Knowing he did not have much time left, he found himself pressing his lips against your own, breathing oxygen into your mouth, hoping that he would buy himself some time, some time to find an answer.

As he stared around something shimmering in the distance caught his attention, knowing that he only had moments to spare, he parted from your form, before immediately starting off in that direction. Obtaining the shiny metallic object, he was happy to see it was a knife, knowing that was just what he needed. Returning to where you were stuck, he swimmed with a speed unmatched by any others. He quickly made use of the knife once he was within reach of you, quickly making waste of the rope that bound you, wrapping his arms around your unmoving form, stabbing the knife into the wooden pillar, just as it started to be sucked into the whirlpool.

His lips found their way to yours once more, the coldness of your frame terrified him, it was too late, he must have been too late, however he would not give up. He moved as quickly as he could, holding your body close to his own, as he swam through the water, seeking the cave where he usually would seek refuge. As he found himself swimming up into the cave, it was isolated, as usual. Everyone knew it was his special spot, therefore they all knew better than to be in his cave.

Breaking the water, he separated his lips from yours, hoping that your head was now above the water, you would start to breathe. However, as he swam to the shore, he was quick to realize, you were still in a state of non breathing. Lips were turning a darker shade of blue, skin growing colder and colder. Attaching his lips to yours once more, he tried to breathe more air into your lungs, just to realize quickly that the idea of doing that was providing him with no results.

Trying again and again, he would not give up, he could not give up. He had never seen anyone he wanted so badly, and he would be damned if he was to lose you.

His hands were fast to be placed upon your chest, starting to do compressions, hoping maybe that he would be able to expel the water from your lungs quicker, get you breathing once more. As he was starting to give up hope, thinking he was too late, that he had ruined his chance, something stopped him. Pushing down on your chest, he watched as your mouth fell open, saltwater starting to fall from your parted lips. This caused him to do this action again and again, water slipping past your lips, falling onto the darked rock flooring of the cave.

His actions were helping it seemed, since before long, he started to hear strangling noises. You were trying to cough, he watched as a moment of consciousness hit you. You were quick to roll over from the constant hits on your chest, coughing up water, before launching into a coughing fit, unbeknownst to you of where you were.

His hand found itself laying on your back, almost like it was giving you some sort of support or help, he gently tapped your back, trying to replicate things he had seen humans do to others. As the water was finally gone from your lungs, you took a deep breath, much to his like. He was not too late, you were breathing, you were going to be fine, you were going to be his he was sure of it. However, things sometimes are not as simple as one might think. With a short cough, your frame slumped over, falling to the cave floor.

Watching as you fell over, face hitting the cold stone floor of the cave, he was quick to grab you, moving you over towards the inner part of the cave. His fears were returning, but as he watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest, he felt better, you were breathing, you were not dead, he had done it.

His back hit the harsh cold rocks on the cave floor, his breathing strained, his chest tightened. He had expended all his energy making sure that you were safe, that you were okay, that he saved the only thing he ever saw that he truly desired. As his eyes closed, he found himself drifting out of consciousness just as you had moments prior, finding himself in the same state in only minutes.

He was unsure how long he was out, however he was happily awoken to the sight of you still slumbering away. Your chest slight rise and fall enthralled him, he felt captivated, moving over towards your sleeping frame without much thought. His fingers found their way to your cold pale face, brushing the hair from your face, his fingertips grazing your cheek. The warmth of his hands contrasted with the frozen air around you, the coldness of your skin. His hand rested on your cheek, warming the skin up nicely.

He found his eyes gazing upon your body, the white muslin fabric sticking to your skin, it had for the most part dried by now. He could see the slight shivers coming from your cold frame, knowing that while the crisp weather does not affect him, it must be affecting you. Seeing how you start to shiver more and more, he looks around, there is nothing much in the cave other than a few clothing items he had brought to shore before. Standing, he found himself pulling on a pair of pants, before he started to grab these items. Laying them on top of your figure, hoping that they might provide some warmth for you. While he could leave to go find some items from the wreckage for you, at this moment, he decides it is best to stay with you until you wake, after all he fears what you might do if you woke up alone.

Leaning back against the wall of the cave, the unknown male stares at you, his eyes never leaving you as you sleep under his watchful eye. He is unsure how long you slept, the cave has very little natural light, and it quickly fades. Standing, the small amount of sunlight still remaining in the cave was quickly replaced by the dazzling moon. Walking back over towards you, the moonlight illuminated your beauty even more than the sunlight did, leaving him in awe of the angel like being in front of him. He had been captivated by your beauty as you laid tied against the bowsprit of the ship, but seeing you under the moonlight gave him a new sort of appreciation, a realization that he was absolutely correct in his desire to covet you.

Finding himself sitting back down beside you, his fingers brushing down the hair covering your face once more, he made the decision that if he was to keep you, he needed to provide you with a better cave. Looking around as he started to clutch your cold hand, he knew the cave was empty, and completely unequipped to keep him satisfied, let alone you. He was unsure what all the worldly needs of a human would be, however he felt that they could not be that bad. You would need some sort of light, the moonlight did not provide enough for you to be able to see in the small cave. You would possibly need some of the items littering the ocean floor from all the ships that have sunk. He was unsure what many of these items were, but he felt you would probably need some, yet, he would have to wait until you awoke to ask you what you needed exactly. He however, did not wait long.

Sitting up with a jerk, you screamed out, your lungs no longer begging for you to stop, no longer begging for the salty water to stop invading them, no longer constricted by the rope to the wooden pillar. Looking around in confusion you no longer felt as though you were standing on the ship. You were no longer bound to the ship. Suddenly the feeling started to come back to your limbs, that was when you felt it, his hand, grasping yours.

Jerking away, another scream left your lips as you finally noticed him, the man sitting next to you. The stranger sitting right next to you was wearing nothing but a pair of pants, sitting next to you trying to hold your hand. Yanking your hand from his, you stood, screaming. The shock of the situation made you scramble back, looking for a way out. In this rush, you fell to the cave floor, but still managed to scramble away, right into the water.

Water entered your mouth once more, the salty water infiltrating your lungs, pulling you under once again. This was it, you may have not died previously, but this was it, the end of you. At least, that was what you thought at that moment. Soon hands were wrapped around you, pulling you above water once more.

Feeling your body reach the cave ground again, you coughed, expelling all the salt water with ease this time. Body laying against the cave floor, chest rising and falling as you glance at the man next to you once more. Only this time you jerk back with a shocked gasp, where there was once a shirtless man wearing nothing but pants, there sat a shirtless man with a tail, a fishlike tail.

The shock froze you for a moment, thinking you must be dreaming or seeing things, you blinked your eyes rapidly, but no, he was still there. Sitting up immediately, the head rush started to make your head ache, but you paid that pain no mind. Scrambling away as quickly as you could, feet hitting the rocky ground, back scraping against the rocks as you scampered away to the wall of the cave. “Get away! Stay away!” You screamed, like you were in the process of being attacked, which in your mind you might as well have been. Here you were, alone in a cave with this strange man, no you were with this strange creature. His attempts to get near you, caused you to scamper back once more, wanting to stay as far away from him as you could. “Back!” You cried out. Clutching at the ground, all your hands found was an abandoned thin tree branch, grasping it you swung it with all your might, trying to keep whoever it was away. “Back! Stay away! Leave me alone!”

He quickly backed away, seeing how you were completely freaking out and panicking, acting crazed, like some sort of feral or rabid person or animal. “Hey, hey, hey.” He started, holding his hands out, trying to keep the stick from coming too close to his body. “Hey, calm down, I’m not going to hurt you.” He said, like he thought that the statement was helping.

Swinging the branch, you were lucky that the man did not try to breach your temporary shield, since he could have easily broken the branch with little effort. “Stay away from me!” Was cried out, each and every one of his words were ignored, your eyes instead shifting around the cave, looking for a way out, a way to escape, anyway to get away from him.

Yet, there were no escape routes, no gaps in the cave wall, no way out of the cave except for the watery entrance or the exposed skylight that was far too high to climb to. He had trapped you in this watery grave with him.

The branch was slowly falling from the high position in which you held it, your swinging becoming slower and slower. Fatigue started to set in, for the third time in a short span of time, the adrenaline was draining from your body. Fighting the signals from your brain to calm down, to lay down, you attempted to ignore it, trying to fight on. But that fight was dwindling quickly, allowing the man to easily gain access to you.

You were unable to stop him, the man easily grabbing the branch from your hand. Frozen in place, body starting to quiver, his hands were quickly on your frame. He kept you from fainting, as your body finally gave out, his strong arms lowering you to the ground, laying you down gently. Once you were on the floor, his voice met unhearing ears. “Rest my baby, rest.”

Again, you were unsure of how long you were out, how long it had been sense you were taken from the sinking ship. This time, you opened your eyes to see not only the man, but an assortment of items around you. Random clothing items that the people had brought onto the ship, the chest that once held these items, even a singular chair and soaking wet mattress had been brought up from the sea floor. Eyes casting around the previous vacant space, you saw familiar sealed boxes, knowing they held the fruit and vegetables that had been purchased before starting on this voyage. Clothing items were strewn about, hung on makeshift drying lines, there were even blankets you recognized from the ship.

The amount of time passed out must have been quite long, especially given that whoever this stranger was, had managed to have enough time to compile all these items. Dragging them through the ocean waters and up to this cave’s floor is no easy feat, and these items once belonged upon the once glorious ship your parents captained.

Staring at the items it finally hit you, your parents, they were on that ship, they had gone down with the ship. The material goods around you were nothing compared to that of your parents' lives, these items had been saved from their watery graves, while your parents were probably cast aside to their graves with no remorse, no second thoughts. Whoever this mysterious man, creature, whatever he was, is, had saved you, but left your parents to drown. He had left all the others upon the ship to drown, only saving you, no he had abducted you, taking you away from where you should have laid alongside your parents, and bringing you here, to this forsaken place.

Slowly standing, your feet felt odd upon the solid ground, but your stomach still felt the waves that you would once feel upon the ship. Moving from the middle of the cave, you found yourself rushing to stand against the side, in the dark, a spot not being illuminated by the sun overhead. It was moonlight hours ago when you had passed out, allowing you to know that it had been at least a large number of hours since you were last awake.

Breath was stilled as a noise was heard, a heaving noise broke your ear drums much to your displeasure. Staying hidden, it was a sight, watching this strange creature, as he hauled items from the water. It was a table, being placed on the top, the four legs hanging up in the air, before the thing disappeared underwater once more.

He was dragging things up here, things that you once used on the ship. Looking around, the fear started to set in. It looked like he was trying to form somewhat of a living situation, trying to turn this cave into a home to keep you in.

Once you were sure he was gone, you started to look for a way out. Swimming was out of the question, since you had no idea how long it would take to exit this forsaken underground cave. Climbing up to one of the holes overhead was the only option, but even that did not seem like a good idea, they were so high, and were going to be hard to reach.

These thoughts did not have long to stew however, as the sound of the water being broken once more met your ears. He was pulling another chest above the surface, it was filled with who knows what, making a loud sound as it met the cave floor. It was only them that you saw the being starting to look around, obviously looking for something specific, looking for you.

You could tell he was not happy upon realizing you were no longer in the spot sleeping, where he had left you all those hours again. Cowering as he exited the water, you just wanted to hide even more, wanting the wall to open up and envelope you, yet it did no such thing.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice called out.

While that would usually be reassuring to others, it was not to you. You did not want to be here, you did not want to be near him, you did not trust him either. His false claims of not injuring you went in one ear and out the other, ignored just as easily as you would ignore the talkings of those that once occupied the ship. Had he really meant no harm, he would leave you alone, he would have left you to die alongside your parents, not dragged you into this unknown place with the desire to keep you here permanently as some sort of personal pet.

You were in shock, holding your hand over your trying your best to not make a single noise. Eyes were forcefully being held shut, trying your best to not see or alert the man of your location. Had you been watching however, you would have seen him rising from the water, tail turning into legs, he becoming the man wearing nothing more than a pair of pants you had seen hours ago. Yet, you did not want to see this, you did not want to see him in any capacity.

“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you.” He attempted again, starting to move around the cave. “I just want to help you. Please, don’t hide from me.”

His footsteps set you on edge as he walked around the cave. The items he had brought up from the ocean floor were arranged in a way that they provided no obstacles for his running. As he neared you, that part of your brain that controlled fight or flight kicked in, causing you to drop your hand, open your eyes, and start to run.

This cave was a confined space, not providing much room to move, so when unable to run from him, your brain made the decision to attempt to climb the wall. Trying to scale the rock wall, you only made it about two feet off the ground when his hands found you, pulling you against his chest.

“Stop that.” He was quick to say, holding your frame tightly against his chest. Pulling you from the wall, he attempted to still your movements, keep you from moving anymore. However, his attempts were for naught, as you kicked his leg at just the right angle, causing him to fall to the ground, dropping you along the way.

Once free from his grasp, you were quick to stand, your brain telling you to take the only other way out, the water. Running from his grasping hands, you found yourself in the water once more. Starting to swim, you were not even underwater for a minute, before hands were around you once more, pulling you back towards the surface of the cave.

As the man caught you, the adrenaline that was fueling your body gave out once again, this time causing you to crash worse than all the times before. Your body was getting to its physical limit, what you had been going through taking it out a little more each time. This time, you were not so quick to awake, your body losing consciousness just as you hit the fresh air, leaving you limp in his grasp.

Waking once more, you were unhappily met to the sight of the creature in front of you, sitting there with legs this time, seated in a chair across from you. Wanting to stand, you tried to jerk up, only to realize you were seated in a chair as well. Yet, you were not just seated, you were instead tied to the chair. Rope was holding your legs to the chair legs, it was also binding your arms to the chair arms, and your torso to the back of the chair. Despite the physical limitations, you attempted to tug yourself out of your binds, trying to fight against the ropes, to no avail.

The man offered no words or actions, he instead of staring, just watching. You knew within your heart he was enjoying this scene, enjoying watching you struggle against these binds, enjoying the fact that you were unable to escape, unable to gain freedom, unable to leave. This however did not stop you, tugging at your legs, your wrist, even trying to move your torso forward, you tried to find a way out, a place where you could gain your freedom. But in this moment you were weak, your previously failed escape attempts had left your body energy deprived, unable to provide you with the amount of strength you need.

The small amount of energy you had was easily consumed, leading to you finding yourself nodding off once more.

This time the dazzling moonlight awakened you. The man was still seated across from you, looking like he had not moved. This time you did not bother trying to fight against the ropes, knowing it was a losing battle, you would not gain freedom from these binds anytime soon.

A tisk was heard resounding through the silent cave, the man tilting his head to the side with interest. “Have we finally given up, my baby.”

The pet names slipped from his mouth with ease, filling your stomach with a new level of disgust. Gently tugging at the binds once more, you easily gave up, knowing you were not getting free now. Honestly, you were hoping that he would fall for the bait, seeing you unwilling to fight any longer and instead just free you. He didn’t.

“Don’t talk to me like that!” You were quick to snap back, starting to tug at your binds again, wanting freedom now. “Let me go!” tugging at the rope, you just wanted free, yet the way this man looked upon you, filled your heart with disgust, your mind with terror, and your veins with ice. His gaze held no warmth, even as his words tried to portray that. His actions, his behavior, even just his existence in this moment filled you with disdain and hatred.

Tugging against the binds, you were unable to break the rope. You were foolish for thinking you could, but wanting to gain your freedom overwhelmed those thoughts.

Looking up, the man was gone, but you knew he could not have gone far. Looking around, eyes ablaze as you glanced from corner to corner, everywhere your limited vision would allow. He was nowhere to be seen for you. However, he could not have gone far. The question of where he was was fresh on your mind, when you felt it, his hand around your throat. He tilted your head up, so you were staring at him.

“Calm down,” The man said, almost in the way one would say a command, demanding someone to stop doing something. “Once you calm down, we can see whether you deserve to be untied.” He said, this time his lips brushing against the outer part of your ear, letting you know that he was much closer to you than you would like him to be.

Jerking your head around, you attempted to free yourself from his grasp, but that only made him hold onto you tighter. His nails were digging into your throat, into the skin, soon it would have been tight enough to draw blood. Maybe you were hoping that he would end this all for you right then and there, take you out of your misery, out of the pain that he had brought into your life. But, that would be too benevolent of him, an act of kindness that he would not do to you or for you in any lifetime. You were his, and he made sure that no one ever hurt what was his, even himself.

His hand left your neck as quickly as it had been placed onto it, leaving nothing more than crescent shaped marks on the flesh of your neck. The desire for this nightmare to be over was overwhelming, but he did nothing to help save you from his terror. Instead, he was prolonging it for you, if anything.

However, in his mind you should be thankful. You should be thankful that the siren prince found you precious enough to save. You should be thankful that he got to you before you had drowned in the salty sea water of the ocean. You should be thankful that he pulled you away from the instant death of that whirlpool. You should be thankful to him. You were in his debt. He saved you from a cruel death. He saved you from those who did not truly care for you. He saved you from those who did not truly love you. In his mind, he was the one that truly cared for you, he truly loved you. You were his, and he would make sure no one, not even yourself, took you away from him.

As he walked away, you got a glimpse of the man, he wore a pair of plain black pants and a loose fitting grey shirt. Had you been meeting him in any other condition, you would have conceded that he was in fact rather attractive. His dark eyes caught yours, as you watched him walk away, a smirk coming across his face, as a scowl came onto yours.

“Let me go!” Was demanded, irritation marking your features, as you saw the man sit in front of you, almost like nothing was wrong.

Anger filled your being as he shook his head. “What did I tell you?” He asked almost mockingly. “You calm down and then we can talk about whether you deserve to be freed.”

Your resolution to fight was slowly draining from your body. A few more demands to be let go left your lips, followed by a few pleas to be freed. All of these were met with nothing more than a shaken head and a sharp no. Soon you were quiet, tugging at your ties every now and again, but all that energy that filled you previously was gone. Before long, you just sat still, eyes glossed over, staring at your captor, unable to fight anymore.

Despite your body sitting still, unmoving, for far too long, the man did not bother to approach or even check on your weakened figure. He instead sat there watching you, almost as thought he was enjoying the fact you were surrendering, giving up your fight. “Are we calm now?” He asked, nodding to himself as you did not respond. “Now that we are calm, I’m going to talk, and you’ll do as I say, or you won’t be getting untied.”

Sitting on the chair, you did not even bother nodding at the man, just wanting this nightmare to be over, as he started to speak once again.

“Now that you are listening, my name is Kei.” Kei started with, finally telling you his name after how many days you had been stuck here with him already. Standing, he walked until he was next to your chair. “There is no escaping from here, you need to stop, you are going to only end up hurting yourself.” He started to stroke your jaw and cheek as he spoke. “You will have everything you need here, there will be no reason for you to leave here, to leave me. I will provide you with everything you need, and if there is anything you need, you will tell me, there is no need for you to be trying to swim out of his cave again. You will stay here, you will learn to like it here, you will learn to love it here, to love me.”

Moving his hand from your cheek to your hair, you felt him tug your head back, so you were looking at him. “Maybe one day if you prove you can be trusted and you behave, I’ll take you outside of the cave to see the rest of the area. But until then, you will be stuck here, doing just as I say.”

Releasing your hair momentarily, your head fell back down, your chin meeting your collarbone. “I think we’ll keep you here for a bit longer, I don’t think you’ve exactly learned your lesson yet.” Kei was quick to say, with another jerk of your hair, he had you looking up once more. “I’ll get you some food, either you eat willingly or I’ll force you to. I’ll even compel you with my siren song if I have to, well find a way to.”

As he spoke all the puzzle pieces started to fall in place. Siren, siren song, compel, siren song. He is a siren that explains the tail and appears when he hits the water. He is a siren, singing his siren song, that explains why everyone was acting so erratic on the ship. He was singing, sending everyone to their deaths. But for some reason it did not affect you in that moment, maybe it would now, you were unsure. The only thing you were sure of, was that he was the sole reason for your parents deaths, their ship’s destruction, the deaths of everyone else on the ship, and your current imprisonment.

He had destroyed all you knew, your parents livelihood, what would one day become your livelihood, all for what, a temporary moment of joy. He had saved you from going down with the ship, like a true captain does, all for what, his own sense of want and greed. Everything that was happening right in this moment was his fault, you had been saved for his twisted sense of desire under the guise that he loved you.

Love at first sight, what a stupid farce, no one believes in it realistically. Yet, here he was, taking you from all you knew, for that foolish thing. Love? You would never fall in love with such a selfish and egotistical maniac. He seems to believe that coercion is the way to love, however you would rather jump right back into the swirling whirlpool, than accept or tolerate acts of affection from this man. He genuinely thought that you would be capable of learning to love it here, of learning to love him. What was explained within his words was nothing more than Stockholm syndrome, false feelings of love towards one’s captor, since you would never love the person who took everything from you.

Glaring at him as he walked over to the crates of fruit that he had saved from your parents destroyed ship, you kept the urge to start screaming within your mind. Starting to think up a plan within the expanses of your mind, knowing that you will be free, even if it is the last thing you ever do in your life.

Days had blended into nights. No longer were you sure how long you have been here. No longer were you sure how many days have passed since the ship sunk. No longer were you sure whether it was day or night at a certain time. Luckily no longer were you tied to the chair, finally having gained his favor, being released after getting to the point of being so weak you could have not fought him even if you wished.

The cave was lit with some lamps Kei had found somehow. Probably from sinking another ship, sending all the poor passengers to a watery grave. Somehow he even managed to get matches to light the lamps, however you never saw those. For them to have not gotten destroyed by water, he must have been on the ship while literally letting everyone go down with it.

The sheer amount of selfishness and carelessness towards human life he carried appalled you. He would brag about having saved you with such ease, but then he easily sends hundreds of others, men, women, and children hurling towards their deaths in the whirlpool near the rocky spires. He only saves things from these sinking ships he thinks might be able to purchase your favor, that might be able to make you love him.

But none of it will.

Being docile and submissive towards him was painful towards your soul, however, you were biding your time. When he released you from your binds you were too weak to attempt an escape, however the days had passed, your strength had come back, you were sure this time you would be able to get away.

Despite his desire to stay with you at all times, Kei was unable to do so, always saying some shit about his royal duties. He was not only a crazy maniac that abducted people for his own amusement, but also apparently somehow siren royalty, a prince he once said. Yet, this brought you no sense of security, it only made you want to leave even more. Royalty or not, you were not a toy or prize to be won, you were not a porcelain doll to put away and keep under lock and key, you would gain your freedom even if it meant being welcomed into a water grave alongside your parents on the seafloor.

You had realized he had a schedule, he would leave for hours at a time, with no way to track time, you would only assume it must be five or six hours at a time. Just enough time for you to be able to escape before he would be back, you would be gone before he returned, you would be gaining your freedom finally.

The morning went as it normally did. Kei digging fruit and vegetables from some crates he had stolen from a sinking ship, providing you the food, before he would start to see if he needed to sink another ship. Even when there was no need for anymore food, furniture, or clothing, he would sink one anyways for his own morbid joy of the scene.

You were unsure of when you would attempt to escape again, however overhearing his musing, you were sure that today was the day. He had started talking about what he needed, things like warmer clothing for you, more food, the usual items. But one thing he said stopped you in your thoughts, his mutterings about a child, finding a child on a ship, becoming a family. While you might be stuck here with him, you would be damned if he dragged anyone else into this hell with him.

The morning went as normal, eating the food, watching him walk around the cave, listening to his ramblings, fighting the urge to hit him when he kissed your cheek, fighting the urge to throw up as he called you his baby. Soon he was standing, arm wrapped around you, face buried into your neck, placing soft kisses along the flesh, while muttering about how he must go.

You said nothing, just watching and waiting.

Kei found himself jumping into the water, diving down underneath the glistening liquid, going to get more things he felt were necessary for you. Unbeknownst to you, while he was doing such a kind act of service for your comfort, you were biding your time. Waiting until you deemed the time appropriate to escape.

Jumping into the water was a stupid decision. However it had been at least ten minutes since Kei left the cave, so you thought you were safe. You thought that maybe you could either escape this water home, or that you would be welcomed into a watery grave. Maybe you should have heeded his warning, his words should have lived in your mind. They should have let you know that you would never be free of him, you would never be allowed to leave here, be allowed to leave him.

Once you breached the water, you had only been swimming a minute or two when you saw the first one. A flurry of long flowing hair caught your eye, the female siren turning to you, making momentary eye contact, before swimming away at a high speed. Paralyzed at the sight of another one of them, you found yourself unable to swim any further, stuck in place, starting to sink. Your breath was running out, and you hoped that maybe this was it, maybe you were going to finally be free on your own terms.

However, you should know that things are not that easy.

His hands were felt before his body was seen. The hands were rougher than Kei’s and they were stronger. The arms wrapped around you with little force, however, they bound you like a vise. “You shouldn’t be here.” The male siren said as you were starting to struggle only making his arms tighten before starting to swim up, starting to take you back where you started.

Wiggling, attempting to get free, but it was no use. The male siren just held you tighter and tighter, wordlessly swimming back into the cave, before bringing you up above the surface. As your body found the ground, you passed out, the lack of oxygen finally taking action.

Unsure how long you were on the ground, you awoke to the strong armed siren standing near you. They were keeping you away from the water, their position being one that would easily allow them to stop you if you tried to pull that stunt again, if you tried to run again. Looking around the once bright sky had faded, allowing you to know that this little escapade had taken you unconscious for many hours.

As you attempted to judge how far from the water you were, it was when you heard him, Kei. Those sirens had gotten him and he returned to the cave as quickly as he could. It was only then that you realized, the female siren and male siren being here was not just a coincidence, he had told them to watch you. He had his underlings doing the dirty work, keeping you from escaping, keeping you captive in this hell.

You thought maybe you had a chance to make a break for it, he was too distracted at this moment to notice you, at least you thought.

Kei’s attention had never left you for even a moment, even when you thought he was deep in conversation, he was a skilled multitasker when it came to you. “I thought I’d lost you.” He simply said, had he cried it out you might have been more convinced of his overwhelming feelings towards you being unconscious for so long, yet in the end his voice conveying an emotion you knew was not genuine.

You simply shrugged, moving away from the man as he neared you, his arms outstretched, trying to grab you. Standing you simply moved to the farthest edge of the cave, putting as much distance as you could between yourself and Kei.

The stress on his face was evident in the moment, watching you with an incredulous look. He had risked his life to rescue you from the sinking ship, he had rescued you from the water the first time you jumped in, along with the second time, the third time, and he or his subjects would each time you jumped into the glistening pool of liquid. Seeing the blasé expression you wore, he was hurt, brought aback by how you seemed to ignore him with such ease. “So you don’t regret it at all?”

Shrugging your shoulders once more, you were unsure how to display your dislike of him and this situation any more. “Leave me alone.” Came from your lips with ease, turning your body so you were practically facing the wall, back towards him.

A sharp laugh left the male’s mouth, watching the display that was akin to a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Is that really what you want?”

“Just go, leave me alone. Go be with your little mermaids or whatever.” You said, hoping that maybe he would leave you, let you live however many days you may have left in peace, without him being here hovering or bothering you.

“I don’t want them. I want you.” Was all he said, quickly crossing the give, his arms pulling you from the wall to look at him. “And I always get what I want.” He said, hand coming up to grab at your face.

Turning away, you found yourself unable to move from his clutch, stuck in his arms, in his grasp. He restricted your movements with ease, keeping you right where he wanted you, right here.

Kei’s hand clutched your chin, pulling your face closer to his, pressing his nose gently against your forehead at that moment. His lips found your nose, pressing a kiss gently against the tip of it. Before his nose was soon pressed against yours, his eyes staring into yours with a vacant empty stare. “You may have evaded my siren song once, but don’t think I won’t find a way to use it to keep you here.” He advised you, his lips finding yours in a forced kiss.

Struggling against his arm, you felt his hand moving from your chin to your back, securely keeping you in between his arms. He was so strong, you were unable to escape his grasp, instead stuck wriggling in his hold. Unable to escape.

“I won’t warn you again. You will be staying here.” Kei spoke, his words harsh, as his lips parted from yours momentarily. “You will be staying with me, whether it’s willingly or by force, you are mine.” He said, his lips meeting yours in a clash of teeth.

Unable to move, you had attempted to bite his lip, however that did not deter him, he instead kissed you even more passionately. This act of violence was welcome to him, as Kei’s hands moved from behind your back to your thighs, picking you up with ease. He was too strong, since soon your back met the rough rocks of the cave walls harshly. Kei’s tongue invades your mouth, swirling around your own, he licks at each and every part of your mouth, memorizing your taste, how you feel. Despite your attempts to break the kiss, you are unable to part from him, his grasp on you being too harsh, too strong, too rough. As his tongue moved around your mouth, his hands gripping your skin, you felt the tears start falling, crying out against his mouth.

He was not going to let you go now that he finally got you, nothing would stop him at this point from doing everything in his power to make sure you remained his. He would hurt anyone that attempted to steal you from him. He would kill anyone that attempted to take you away from him permanently. You were his, and he would go through hell and back to keep it that way, to keep you where you belong, to keep you as his.

Kei may have easily been able to overpower you, however you found yourself fighting despite his tight grasp, wanting freedom, wanting to be away from this man. His arms however were too strong, tightening as he pushed you further into the rocks, they easily pierced the delicate skin on your back. Unbeknownst to you, the once dazzling white fabric was slightly becoming stained with the crimson fluid dripping from the fresh cuts adorning your back.

His tongue left your mouth, leaving you to now cry out in pain. However, those sounds went unheard to Kei, he instead started to kiss up your cheeks, starting to lick the tears as they fell from your eyes. The pain you were experiencing was nothing to him, he instead focused on the joy he felt from the position he had you in. His mind consumed with the joy of finally having something no one else had for himself.

None of the others were confident to keep a human as a pet, even if he told himself you were not his pet, the others would still refer to you as such. The siren songs of the royalty was enough to compel any human, so even if they had found a human immune to their song, the human would not be immune to his or the other royals songs. You however were special, you were immune to his song, the song of the siren prince. In all his years, he had yet to see someone evade his song, but here you were, you evaded his song, you invaded his heart, consuming his mind, and all that was left was thoughts of you.

“I always get what I want, and you will not be leaving now or ever.” Kei muttered, his lips having shifted from your cheeks to your neck, he was lavishing the flesh with his tongue and plush lips. The once dry flesh now glistened with moisture, his lips starting to suck and nibble along your neck. Sucking the skin into his awaiting mouth, he marked your neck, the tingling skin was soon to bruise, a sign of his efforts put in. His teeth marked your neck with ease, the canines scratching across the flesh, luckily not cutting through the skin though.

Despite the desire to vacate his arms, to run away, leave this place, leave him behind, you found yourself parting your lips, yet it was not a cry slipping past them at this point.

A guttural moan left your lips, despite your needs to not show any pleasure from his man’s actions. As Kei sucked at a specific spot along your neck, you felt all that tension, that anger, flooding from your body, instead being replaced by a slight bit of release, trying to relax as he continued his ministrations. For once he finally heard the noises you were making, and made it his goal to hear that again. The pain coming from your back faded, instead being temporarily replaced by the feeling of pleasure coming from his actions, and Kei focused even further on the spot on your neck, no longer just sucking it, but instead licking it and grazing it with his teeth.

The action was one that brought you dread, knowing that whatever he had been rambling on about was true, that you were stuck here. Looking aside, making eye contact with the siren that pulled you from the water and subdued you until Kei had arrived, it was fleeting. The siren looked away, maybe ashamed at his actions, maybe feeling pity for you, however, whichever it was, you would remain in the dark, as he slipped into the water, evading your sight.

It was only then that Kei’s voice met your ears. “If you try another little stunt like that again, you’ll end up tied to that damn again for the rest of your life.” He said harshly, his word being marked with his arms tightening around your figure. “If you do anything like that again, you’ll be saying goodbye to the little bit of freedom you have.”

With that his lips were pressed against yours once more, harshly pressed against them in a bruising display of affection. You however remained still, unmoving to his harsh actions. Only then did you feel his hand clutching your hair, pulling the strands with a quick tug, causing you to open your mouth in pain. You felt his tongue slipping into your mouth, the kiss continued for too long, so long that you started to reciprocate the rough action, much to his pleasure.

Kei detached himself from you with a sharp movement, his hand however never leaving your hair. Tears started to fall as he jerked your hair once more, walking, leading you by your hair around the cave. He was quick to push you down into a chair, before leaning over, making eye contact with you once more. His hand found your chin, holding it harshly as he forced you to look at him. “Now, you’ll stay there and be good won’t you?” He asked mockingly, before standing up. “Since if you don’t, next time it’ll be chains holding you down.” He added, his eyes drifting over to the rusty pile of chains that he had pulled up from the sea floor.

You barely had time to look at the brown pile of metal before he was on his way towards the water again. The whole scene was giving you whiplash, how quickly he went from attempting to sweetly kiss you, to him holding your hair tightly in his grasp pulling you around like a doll.

Kei was quick to be on the water's edge. “Fuma watch them.” being the last thing he said before disappearing underwater.

Watching as he disappeared under the water, the tears started to fall even worse. A few stray tears turned into full on sobbing, not even the forlonging looks from Fuma would stop them. You knew you were stuck here, stuck here with him, and there would be no freedom for you.

As he swam away, Kei could hear your sobbing, however he honestly did not care. Nothing more than a smirk crossed his features, knowing he had broken part of you. Now, all he needed to do was break the rest of you. Soon you would be nothing more than a plaything in his hand, a toy for all his needs and desires. Soon you would never want to be apart from him. Soon you would only know that being by his side is where you belong. Soon you would never want to leave him and he would be happy, since after all, he always gets everything he wants and that includes you.

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a little about Bluemoon, Eclipse, and Mockingbird <3

Bluemoon (or just Blue) and Eclipse (both he/him) were both supposed to be out on the field within the 104th as explosive specialists, but failed early in their testing, and were sent to be Scouts instead! Since they were still upset over being separated from their squads, they became friends really quickly, and were practically inseparable. Eclipse is also force-sensitive, and trusts Blue with this secret. On Coruscant, Blue is an ARF Sergeant, and Eclipse is his right hand man + a regular ARF Scout. They quickly took Hound under their wing, and begin to mentor him personally, but sadly pass away right at the end of year 1 of the war. Eclipse may or may not be a ghost that isn't sure how to move on & watches over Hound.

Mockingbird (they/he) is the CMO of the Guard, and is known for their unexpectedly soft/gentle manners and personality throughout even the toughest moments. They do this even when they don't feel like it, so every trooper they treat feels safe with them, even if it means treating them like little kids sometimes, and ends up highly trusted/respected by lots of troopers. They don't like fighting, and was actually going to be decomm'd since they were at the cutoff age for specialty transfers, but did so well on a mock-test that they were given a second chance (also sort of related to how they got their name). Has a hard time accepting that they need a break or else they will break, believes they need to be strong 100% of the time for everyone. Doesn't actually like to treat non-clones, but will do so anyway. Following canon, they're killed during order 66, but in MY canon, they are happy and healthy in a cute house with their youngest sibling Jewel (another oc) and a pet bird.

BLUE AND ECLIPSE ahhhh, dude you tying them in with having helped mentor Hound is such an awesome touch, I love that so much. :( That's so sad about Eclipse dying though, do you have any specifics on what happened or is it one of the many cases of Coruscant casualties just happening and going unreported? I also love the name Mockingbird so much. I have suuuuch a soft spot for Clone medics so even with what little I know about them I already know I'd be going so crazy over them lol.

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