#lower decks digging deep

[departmentq]

Watching the season 4 finale of Lower Decks, and realized that the Orion ship that D'Erika sends to pick up D'Vana...

Is a fully 3D realized version of the Orion pirate ship seen in TAS

[constructedparadox]

And now I gotta watch The First Duty (tng s5 e19) AND Lower Decks (tng s7 e15) again

[prettyg1irlstears]

the pool deck (rafe cameron)

pairing: bfb!rafe

warnings: smoking, unprotected p in v sex, pool sex, breeding

you were spending the day with your best friend sarah. you were by the pool the whole day, just swimming, tanning and gossiping.

“oh no, we ran out of lemonade!” sarah says with a frown when he comes bavk from inside. “gotta go buy more.”

“i’ll wait for you” you smile while putting on sunscreen. sarah nods and you watch her disappear with her wallet in her hand.

ten minutes pass and you get a message from her: got distracted by john b. probably up to his place. sorry!

you just chuckle and shake your head. you still couldn’t believe that a kook princess would date the pogue king himself.

the sound of footsteps take you out of your thoughts and your heart skips a beat when you see their owner.

“hi ray” you smile, taking your sunglasses off to look at him and standing up from your sunbed. “how are you?”

”’sup, bunny,” rafe smirks, the nickname he gave you smoothly coming out of his mouth as he lights up a cigarette and taking a long drag. you were his favorite friend of sarah’s, always so sweet and caring, asking how his day was, all innocent.

“i’m doin’ good, how you doin’,” he blew the smoke out the corner of his mouth, watching her as she walked towards him. “you look good in that bikini.”

“thanks! i bought it last week,” you smile. and look at your bikini. “they also had a blue one but i thought this one was better.”

he chuckled at your words, flicking the ash off his cigarette “well, you have pretty good taste.” he commented, stepping closer to you, his gaze lingering on your body.

“thanks!” you smile and then look at the cigarette. you weren’t much of a smoker, but you took one when someone had them. “can i have a drag?”

hesitantly, he handed you the cigarette, his lips twitching into a smile. “sure, if you must.”

his eyes were focused on your lips, the way you suck on the filter, imagining how they would taste and feel wrapped around his dick.

rafe watched you take a long drag, your lips wrapped around the cigarette looking so tempting. he swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving you. he was getting hard. “you look hot as hell.”

“really..?” you smile shyly. you’re not used to getting attention from guys, and you’re definitely not used to comments like this. “i don’t get that often.”

his eyes roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your figure with a predatory gaze, his breath hitching as his cock hardened in his swimming pants. he coudln’t take it anymore, he reached out, grabbing your ass, squeezing it softly.

you gasp, looking up at him with a shocked and confused expression that only made him grow harder. “what are you doing, ray??”

his hand slips lower, his fingers finding the damp fabric of your bikini bottoms. he chuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. he wants you, wants to strip you naked and ravish you. “i'm going to fuck you in this pool soon.”

that takes you off guard, making you swallow as you try to talk yourself out of it. “that’s unhygienic.. i- i could get an infection or something—“ you stutter, trying to stay calm.

“you'll be the cleanest bitch in town after I finish fucking you.” rafe whispers, rubbing your butt cheeks. he was already imagining what it would feel like to have you writhing beneath him, moaning his name.

he leans down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. his tongue slides past your lips, exploring your mouth as his hand playfully slap your butt. if only you knew how much he wants to strip you and have you bent over the pool deck for a good, long, hard fucking.

“rafe— wait— sarah—“ you attempt to say between kisses.

his fingers dig into you hips, pulling you closer against him, his kiss turning more hungry as his arousal presses against you, his cock throbbing pants. “shut up and let me fuck you.”

you want to protest, to tell him that this is a terrible idea, that sarah will kill you when she finds out. but before you can respond, you have his fingers knuckled deep into your pussy

he devours your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours. he could feel your wetness coating his fingers and he couldn't wait to slide that sweet cunny onto his engorged cock.

you leave tiny moans and whimpers into the kiss as he fingers you, shamelessly moving your hips into his hand as your knees bend in pleasure.

he whitdraws his fingers before you can cum, a smirk on his face as he looks at you, his hands on your thighs. "get down on your knees, i wanna fuck you doggy right here.”

his eyes devouring your body as he watched you get into a kneeling position on the edge of the pool deck. he undoes his swimming pants and slides them down, revealing his big, hard and throbbing cock. “spread those legs f’me.”

you do as he says so and he positions himself behind you, his cock pressing against your wet folds. he reachs around and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it gently as he begings to push into your tight pussy.

you gasp, your pussy gripping his cock tight. “ray..” you whimper, followed by a low groan from him.

he pulls your hair harder, causing you to let out a small whimper. "shhh, baby. i'm gonna make you cum." he begins to thrust into you, his balls slapping against your clit with each powerful thrust, your plump butt jiggling.

all you can let out are small ah ah ah sounds, and god, that could make him cum right on the spot.

he leans down and plants a kiss on your neck. "i can fucking feel your pussy clenching around me, sweet thing. you want me to fuck you harder? or do you want me to pull out and leave you wet and needy?"

“harder.. harder, ray..” you whine out, the thought of him stopping makes you wanna cry.

without missing a beat, he thrust into you harder, pounding your soaking wet pussy. the sounds of his hips slapping against your plump butt combined with your small and needy whimpers filled the air. “look at you.. taking your best friend’s brother balls deep inside you..”

your eyes roll into the back of your head, feeling the knot in your stomach threatening to burst. ”ray!” you moan out, your pussy clenching.

feeling the sensation of your tight pussy clenching around his cock as you reach your peak, he pulled your head back even further and slammed into you one last time, holding you there as he came inside you with a long grunt. "i fucking told you i was going to make you cum."

small whimpers are leaving your mouth, feeling his warm and sticky cum dump inside you and his lips attacking your neck, all while still coming down from your high.

he stayed inside you for a while, waiting until his panting calms down. after a while he gently pulled out, leaving a mess of his cum in your wrecked pussy. "there's my good girl."

even though you’re completely fucked out, you still somehow manage to get up on your knees, turn around and hug him, seeking out comfort.

feeling your small body against his, he pulled you into a tight hug, basking in the afterglow of your intense fuck session. his voice was deep and soothing as he soothed you in his arms. "come here, my little mess."

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[alexa-fika]

Hey! Hey! Hey! 😝 I'm back

Anyways can I request a whitebeard pirates x fem child reader? (Maybe 5 years old?)

Reader is half bunny and she's always shy and a bit of a coward and her ears are always down like this

She's always with whitebeard (on his lap, beside him, or on his shoulders)

The crew gives her nicknames like buns, baby bun, bun bun, Cottontail

Oh and the crew is a little protective over reader because she's the smallest crew member on board 🥺

Maybe like the crew is trying to connect with reader? They thought that Marco would be the first one to connect with her (besides pops ofc) because he's quiet and calm but ironically she connect with ace first

Anyways don't forget to eat, sleep, and drink! Thank you~ ✨

Birds of a bunny ( Whitebeard pirates x F!rabbit!child!reader)

A/N okay okay lets ignore than its been an eternity and get straight into saying that despite me ABSOLUTELY COOKING HERE I kinda butchered the request din’t I ? I kind alet myself go but I just really wanted to get to one of your request at the least cosmo

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

Whitebeard hums, swishing around his drink and gulping a considerable amount

“They’re looking for you again,” he states, glancing at a small furry ball on his shoulders

She unfurls herself from her position, moving her drooping ears to uncover her face

“I know:..”

“They’re trying.”

“I know, I know that they are good people, but… they are so rowdy.”

He snickers at that, glancing away from her

“I think you should talk to them.”

She shakes her head at that

“Don’t be a brat. You have to talk to your brothers eventually, and if this is how it will be, then I Will have that be now, Boys.”

She looks at Whitebeard, her eyes widening as she shakes her head vigorously, not liking where this was headed

She squeaks as she jumps off his shoulder. As he reaches for her, hopping her way through the deck, attempting to get away from the crew as they all lunge to try to take hold of the bunny girl

She quickly made her way up to one of the lower crow nests, tucking herself small in the corner of it, ignoring the calls of the males down below

She is not alone for long as Ace, ever the nimble one, makes his way up into the crow’s nest, followed quickly by a half-transformed Marco who perches on the crow’s nest, their entrance being received by sobs from the kit

Ace sighs at the sight, swiftly picking her up

“No! Papaw! Papaw!” She cries, trying to get out of Ace’s hold to run back to the now retreating Captain as he heads for his quarters

“Hey, Hey, it’s okay,” he soothes

“Dokucha, It’s okay, take deep breaths for me.” Marco follows only to wince at his suggestion and was met by higher wails

“No! No! I want Papaw!”

He hums, dipping her

She shrieks as she suddenly finds herself upside down, giggling when he pulls her back up, her ears bouncing as she did

“Heard a laugh.”

She shakes her head, digging it into his shoulder

“No?” He questions, dipping her once again, grinning when her laughter followed on the way back up

“Well, I’m glad you are feeling better, Baby bun,” smiles Marco

Dokucha turned her attention towards the man, staring at him for a moment, her eyes glancing towards her limbs, his arms currently transformed into a pair of wings, his legs turned into two sharp, very sharp talons that gripped into the wood of the nest

“Bright aren-

He stops his words as she begins wailing again, turning her head away from him and trying to dig herself into Ace

“Hey, Hey, what’s wrong? It’s just Marco, I know he looks weird-

He receives an unimpressed glance from the phoenix at that

But he won’t hurt you.”

“No!!” She hollers

“He’s going to eat me,” she bellows

He stills at that, glancing down and back up to his brother; quickly understanding the situation, he stifles a snicker as he gestures toward Marco

“Baby bun, look at me.”

“No! I don’t taste good,” she wails

“Just look for a second.” her sobs continue as she dares to take a glance, her sobs lessening at the sight of a now fully human Marco standing in front of her

“See? Just a normal person, that was just my devil fruit,” he explains, reaching for her only to sigh as she scooched back

“Baby bun, come on, I swear I'm not going to hurt you,” Marco stated once they had returned back to the Deck of the ship; much to the surprise of the rest, she had decided to remain with Ace rather than anyone else despite all the warm and more peaceful greetings everyone offered.

“Marco, you’re terrible,” Haruta muttered

“I didn’t think you were the type to scare little girls,” Vista piped in

An irk mark began to grow on his forehead at the jabs his crewmates threw at him

“Shut up,” he grumbled

“Man, I had the wrong impression of you, Commander Marco,” Saber added in

“I always thought you were a good human, but I guess my first impression of you couldn’t be farther from the truth,” Kutatsu commented

“The next one to make a comment will see what kind of man I am,” he snapped, brows furrowed

“Gee, see that Cottontail? Now he wants to eat us. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you!” laughed Thatcher as he looked at the girl in Ace’s arms while pointing at Marco

She glances at the chef, her lips beginning to tremble once again

“Hah?! What’s wrong, Cotton tail?!”

“You’re going to eat me!”

“What?! What gave you that idea, Cottontail!?” He questions a devastated look on his face as she repeated the words he mocked Marco for no longer than a minute ago

Izou chuckles at the scene unfolding

“You have something to share, Izou?!” Thatch asked, glaring at the sniper, tears prickling in his eyes

“I believe she is referring to your… extravagant hairdo.”

“…”

“Cottontail! I'm not a bird, I swear! It’s hair! It’s hair,” he wailed, trying to hug the girl, only for tears to cascade down his face comically as she backed away from him, digging herself closer into Ace’s Embrace

Marco gives a pat on the man crying on his knees

“It’s alright, Thatch; I will protect her,” he mocks

“Shut up, you damn chicken” he wails

He grits his teeth at that, a sharp smile on his face

“You’re on cleaning duty for a month.”

“What the hell, man?! I'm a commander; you can’t do that,” he wails

Okay im going to do school assigment and im going to write another request hopefully!!

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[thus-spoke-lo]

cw: gn!reader; alcohol use; a little bit dubcon at first; jealousy/possessiveness; biting; mild blood mention wc: 1k

Law doesn’t like the way that damned cook looks at you.

No, he doesn’t like the way Sanji looks at you as you and the rest of the crew sit aboard the deck of the Sunny, joining the Strawhats for an impromptu feast—Sanji's eyes are practically bulging out of his head, curly eyebrows raised to the heavens when you so much as smile in his direction. And Law sure as hell doesn’t like the way Sanji talks to you, either, practically salivating as he coos and calls you his sweet mellorine and his darling and his angel. It’s enough to make Law’s stomach churn, roiling with resentment at the way that stupid lovesick cook acts like you’re already his possession.

But it isn’t like Law has any claim to you—not now, anyway.

One day, he tells himself again and again: one day he’ll tell you how he feels, how you make his pulse race and his stomach tie itself in knots when you’re near, how your touch electrifies his skin when you graze his hand at breakfast, how he’s slowly starting to worry he can no longer remain professional around you. You’re all he thinks about as he sits at his desk trying to read and all he dreams about as he lies awake in bed at night, his sweet distraction and his unhealthy obsession, lingering in the shadows of every conscious thought.

Maybe it’s the ale, or maybe it’s the painful flames of want stoked by watching Sanji salivate over you, but something compels Law to stand and stalk over to you, wordlessly grabbing your wrist when Sanji’s back is turned and drag you off to the kitchen. And it’s that impulse—that burning ache that builds inside him every time you smile, that insatiable need that grows when he feels your body heat radiating against his when you sweetly ask for help in the engine room during your late shifts—that has him grabbing you and hoisting you onto the kitchen counter, suppressing a groan as a surprised yelp leaves your lips.

His shaking hands settling on your shoulders and his eyes flit over your face, looking for the inevitable signs of rejection, of fear, of anything that will tell him to stop, that he’s made a terrible mistake and there’s no way that you want him the way he wants you. He must have misread every touch that lingered too long, and every smile that felt like it was meant only for him, and—

“Captain?”

Law’s accelerated thoughts come to a halt at the word, your voice quiet and almost pleading. Your teeth drag over your lower lip and he watches your chest rise and fall with a deep breath.

“Captain,” you repeat, this time with something he could almost mistake for desire laced through the word, “did you want something?”

The answer comes abruptly as Law leans forward, his mouth crashing against yours, hard and fast. You let out a small gasp as his hand settles at your waist, fingers digging into your softness, the other sliding to the back of your neck, keeping you still as his tongue parts your eager lips. He tries to be gentle, to give you the sweetness and tenderness you deserve, but a feverish desire overtakes him and he practically devours you whole right there in the darkened kitchen.

Teeth nip at your lower lip, breaking the tender skin until you can taste iron; he soothes it with his warm, wet tongue, apologizing with more devastating kisses that leave your lips swollen and throbbing. He’s urged on by the little sighs and moans that tumble out of you as he bites and sucks at your jaw, leaving marks down your neck, a trail of pleasurable pain that ends at your exposed shoulders. It takes everything in Law to hold himself back, to keep himself from taking what he wants—what you both want—here and now, claiming you as his like he’s dreamt of for so long. He pulls away from you, just now noticing that your trembling hands are gripping his biceps, one leg wrapped around his waist, keeping him nestled between your thighs.

“Is that—was that okay?” Law whispers through shaking breaths, anxiously analyzing your expression. It’s a little late to ask for permission, but he’s ready to beg for forgiveness if you so much as twitch in a way that says he was mistaken about your feelings.

“It was definitely okay,” you smile, raising a hand to his face, stroking the hollow of his cheek with your thumb. “Maybe we could do more of that when we get back to the ship?”

Law nods, unable to form so much as a “yes” as a heady mix of relief and yearning and anticipation course through him. You want him and you want more of him, and it’s like a fucking drug in his veins to feel wanted like this, to feel desired the way he desires.

You suck in air through your teeth as you touch your lower lip, then your neck, already feeling the bruises blooming and the bite marks swelling. “Law, can’t you—can’t you do something about this?”

He looks at you blankly as he helps you down from the counter. “How so?”

“Can’t you just, I dunno, ‘shambles’ these away?" You laugh and offer him a sheepish grin. "I can’t go back out there like this.”

“My powers don’t work like that,” he says flatly as he kisses your forehead, almost believing the lie himself. “Besides, they’re barely noticeable.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. No one will know.”

Law smirks as he places a hand on the back of your neck, squeezing you gently until you make the sweetest little groan, and he guides you out of the kitchen and back to the deck. In a little while, he’ll quietly fix the bites and the little bits of broken skin on your lip, and redistribute the blood that pools in places under your skin, probably without you even noticing once you’ve had another cup of sake or two.

But not until he makes good and sure that damned love cook gets a good, long look at you and understands that you will never be his to take.

[turtletaubwrites]

A Good Catch ~ Part 1

✨600 Followers Fic Celebration!✨

I am so grateful for all of you! This has been such a wonderful time, and having all of you around to nerd out with, and to share my writing with is the best! Shanks won the poll for the next x Reader fic, and I hope you enjoy it!

Pairings: Shanks x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4367

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (End)

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Summary: You are an unlucky fisherwoman having a bad day, until a red haired pirate captain offers to help you out. You're pretty sure he only makes it worse.

Rating/Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Angst, Teasing, Flirting, I feel like there's some romance tropes I could tag, but I usually just write smut, so please let me know what silly tropes I have in here 😅

A/N: I am having so much fun with this one! I'm doing my best to keep it to 3 parts, so wish me luck 😅 Please enjoy this fluffy first chapter!

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“Now I’m gonna get murdered by pirates,” you grumbled to yourself as the ship crept ever closer. “Just fucking perfect.”

The windless sea was no challenge for the massive pirate ship. All you could do was sit with your pile of fish, jealous of the huge oars guiding the threat to you. 

Dread loomed as that jolly roger closed the distance, like an animal baring its fangs before it strikes. Crossed blades, and a sinister skull with red stripes over its left eye socket. 

You didn’t pay enough attention to the gossip and wanted posters to remember who was headed your way. 

Not that it matters. They’re pirates. 

It was too much to hope that they’d pass you by. 

A few voices carried over from the deck, until a tall man leaned over the side. His bright, red hair hung still against this stupidly windless sky. 

“Hey, friend,” he called, the sun at your back giving you a glimpse of his wide smile, even from so high above you. 

“We’re not friends,” you countered, crossing your arms to keep him from noticing your shaky hands. 

“I suppose not. You seem like you’re in a spot of trouble though, and we’re happy to help.”

His deep voice sounded so friendly. Genuine. Charming. 

He’s just trying to lure me into his trap. Who knows what they’d do to me on that ship…

“The sun’s getting pretty low for a small boat to be all the way out here,” he judged, trying to block the glare as he looked down at you. “I don’t think we’ll be getting much more wind today.”

“Thank you, I’ll be fine.”

His pause made your skin itch, wishing he would stop looking at you. 

“We can bring your boat with us. I’m assuming you’re from that village a ways to the west?”

It must have been a trick of your eyes, it couldn’t happen so quickly. But you swore the day inched closer to night faster with every second. You watched the light grow golden as it lit up the red haired man, and his pirate ship.

Fuck.

“I refuse to be rescued,” you choked out, nails digging into your arms. 

“Okay,” he said in an annoyingly teasing tone, “if you insi–”

“I’ll pay you for the service! I had a great haul before…”

“Sounds good to me,” he laughed, deep and hearty. As if he were truly happy. 

You had thought pirates would seem scarier. Maybe this is worse.

You barely heard his shouts  as men started to lower ropes down, prepping to save you. 

“You should know I’m armed,” you yelled up at the back of his head, continuing when he faced you again. “Anyone touches me, and they’ll lose a hand.”

“I’ll be on my guard then. I’ve been running out of those.”

You didn’t understand, or appreciate his teasing while you waited. 

~

“Welcome aboard!”

Pirates echoed the red haired man’s welcome, and you assumed he was the captain as the rest busied themselves about. He sat on deck, calm as if he hadn’t a care in the world. Now that you were so close, you couldn’t help but notice the rippled muscles of his chest and stomach between his mostly open shirt. 

Besides the cloak over his shoulders, he didn’t seem to wear anything that could mark him as captain. Unless his red hair, and three scars over his left eye… 

“Oh.”

“Oh,” he asked, moving to stand beside you. 

“The jolly roger,” you pointed to the menacing skull. “You must be the captain.”

“Good eye,” he leaned in with a smile. 

His smile should have a completely different word. The sight from your boat was nothing compared to seeing the way this man's lips curled slowly, the left side starting first as it grew, as if he was enjoying the act of smiling itself. And his eyes…

His eyes were way too close to you. 

“Are you alright?”

Concern broke that smile, and he called for someone to bring water. 

Your face flushed, hot to the tips of your ears. You realized that you hadn’t heard what the pirate had said because you were too busy swooning over his pretty eyes. 

The water was welcome, and you gulped half of it down, suddenly embarrassed about how fucking fishy you must smell with your day’s catch beside you. 

“Is there anything else you need, miss…”

Trying to catch your eyes, the pirate leaned toward you. He reached for your shoulder, and you jumped back, spilling water down your chest.

“I’m so sorry, love. I forgot about your warning.”

His soothing voice felt real as he went to a knee in front of you. 

“I do hope you will spare me my fate, I swear that no one on this boat will forget it again.”

He’s really too charming. He’s either the sweetest person in the world, or some sort of demon with powers of seduction. 

You nodded. It wasn’t like you could truly defend yourself anyway. The fear of being at their mercy kept you hyper aware of all the moving bodies around you.

“How long until we’re at the village?”

The sun was almost gone from the sky now, and you just wanted to be home. To scrub this stupid day away, and pass out. 

“It should be about three days from now.”

“Three,” you choked out, dropping the now empty mug of water, which he caught without taking his eyes off of yours.

“We’ve got some business on the other side of the island. We'll be stopping by the village to restock supplies before we head out.”

“You didn’t tell me that,” you snapped, voice louder than you meant it.

He just smirked, tilting his head.

“Sorry, love. Would you like us to toss you overboard? I don’t think you had many rescuers lined up.”

For some reason, you couldn’t get your mouth to remember that these men could kill you as you growled back at him.

“You didn’t rescue me. I paid you for a trip back to the village.”

His lips quirked as if he was fighting not to smile again. He looked down at your haul, fish still flapping in the net. 

“That is a really nice haul, miss. Afraid it’s not enough for a direct trip, though.”

Pirates came to take your fish away, and it broke the spell his irritating eyes had on you.

“Please, save this one! You can have it, just… Make sure you cook it well.”

The two men with the net followed your gesture to that fish, assuring you they would obey before taking it away.

“Why’s that one special?”

The weight of this long ass day hit you, a heavy sigh leaving your lips before you looked back at that pretty captain. 

“It was a good catch.”

He huffed a laugh, the clear amusement he got from your words making you simultaneously annoyed, and pleased. You were mentally smacking yourself for that. 

Don’t be attracted to pirates, dumbass. 

“I’m Shanks. I don’t know if you heard me before, but…”

Your skin flushed again, and he seemed to notice, a warm, evil smile slowly forming on his lips.

“What’s your name?”

“You don’t need to know it.”

He gave a real laugh then, loud, and infectious. You had to remind yourself that he was laughing at you.

“What would you like us to call you then, huh? “Fish Girl?” Maybe “Fail Boat?” Or how about “Damsel in Distress?” I think I like that–”

You ripped your hand back as soon as you’d realized what you’d done.

But it was too late.

Your idiotic, suicidal hand had shot out and smacked him, hard, right in the center of that gorgeous chest of his.

The deck roared with laughter while you shook with horror. Shanks had looked down at his chest, and when he lifted his face to yours he looked stunned. If you hadn’t just signed your own death warrant, you might have thought his face comical, brows raised high, with his mouth and eyes wide. 

“Go easy on the girl, captain,” teased a tall man with gray hair, shaking his head at Shanks.

“Yeah, come on, captain! What kinda hospitality are you giving, insulting our guest like that?”

A whole group of pirates crowded around him, reprimanding him, and giving him a few gentle punches and shoves. 

Your mouth hung open. The sight of these pirates being so playfully disrespectful toward their captain didn’t fit in your brain. None of this made sense with what pirates were supposed to be like. 

“Fine. Fine! I’m sorry, miss…”

He’d broken away from his men, leaning toward you with that question. 

“Y/N.”

He hit you with a new grin to outshine all the others, making your breath hitch.

“What a beautiful name for a damsel in distress.”

You didn’t need to hit him this time, as pirates did the job for you, even throwing things at him from across the deck. 

Maybe it was the overwhelm, the fatigue. Maybe you’d gone insane.

But laughter built in your stomach, growing through your body, until you were shaking with it. You had your hands on your knees as it took you over, and the pirates around you joined in. 

How can pirates be laughing and smiling like this with me? How can it be genuine? 

Amidst the continued roars of his men, Shanks shook his head, gesturing for you to follow him. 

“Where are we going?”

“I’ll show you.”

Frowning at the back of his head, you followed through the wooden halls until he opened a large door, gesturing for you to go inside.

He rolled his eyes when you hesitated, before going in first. 

The large room was tiled, with lockers and showers, and there he stood in the center, grinning like a creep.

“I’ll pass,” you deadpanned, backing out the door.

“Come on, fish girl,” he taunted, “you stink, and I think you’ll be easier to clean than the blankets you’ll sleep in tonight.”

Blood rushing to your face again, your mouth opened and closed as anger and embarrassment fought to take over.

Shanks laughed again, but tried to stifle it. 

“Sorry, you’re just,” he motioned to his lips, mimicking your movements. “You’re a fish girl.”

“Shut up,” you seethed, leaning toward him. “I’m not taking a shower on a pirate ship when anyone can–”

“I’ll guard the door for you, okay,” he assured, finally seeming to take something seriously. “I’ll make sure no one comes in.”

Now his stupid smile was soft, small, and sweet. You hated it.

“Oh right,” you scoffed, “like I'd trust a pirate captain. Who’s gonna stop you from coming in?”

“What makes you think this pirate captain would even want to come in here, huh?”

“Fuck you,” you breathed, turning to leave.

He was so fast. You jumped back as he blocked the door. He saw your wide eyes, and moved out of the doorway so he wouldn’t block your exit, but he still leaned close.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Really, okay? I promise I will sit right outside this door, and not let a single person come inside until you’re done. There’s fresh clothes for you over there too. Whatever you need.”

A very fine trembling worked its way around your body as you studied him. It seemed like such a bad idea to trust him. 

But you were exhausted. 

“You’ll sit in front of the door?”

He straightened up, a look of relief brightening that serious face.

“I will.”

“Will you wear a blindfold?”

“If that’s what it takes,” he agreed with a smirk.

“And let me tie your hands behind your back?”

Shanks sucked his teeth as he leaned back. You had a second of fear as he started taking his clothes off.

But all he removed was his heavy cloak, revealing that he was missing his left arm. 

Guilt hit you, apologies about to pour out, but he held his palm out. 

“Afraid I can’t do that, but I promise I’ll do the rest. Is that alright, Y/N?”

~

This is really nice soap.

Still on edge, your body started to relax a bit with the delicious smelling soap on your skin. 

But every time you felt a moment of relaxation, you’d remember the pirate on the other side of the door. 

“You’ve gotta make it tighter, sweetie. Otherwise it won’t work.”

That fucking sentence kept tearing through your brain. The way he’d run his fingers across yours while you adjusted the cloth to blindfold him. The way his hair and skin had felt and smelled as you moved it into place. The way he’d rasped those words while he grabbed your wrist to guide you, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting his fingers trail down your skin. 

The way you had let him touch you without arguing. His fingers had taken advantage of the moment, but it had felt almost electric to let him.

“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself.

“Y/N, is everything alright?”

“Uh, yeah. Thank you.”

How did he hear that over the shower?

~

“What the hell is this?”

“Sorry, love, I'm afraid I can't see what you– ow, hold on!”

You definitely had a few red hairs between your fingers after ripping his blindfold off. 

The pirate captain got to his feet to meet your eyes, and fucking snorted.

“What is wrong with you,” you fumed, tossing the blindfold at his face.

The fact that he caught it before it hit him only pissed you off more.

“There has to be something else I can wear,” you demanded, pulling at the frilly lavender dress he stuck you with. You looked like some creepy porcelain doll.

His face was going as red as his hair as he tried not to laugh.

“I’m sorry, no one’s– we don’t have anyone your size,” he choked out, clearing his throat before continuing. “We have a few more dresses like this, though. They were supposed to be a gift for a princess, so you should feel honored!”

“Fuck you.”

His lips were fucking quivering as he fought his laughter. His eyes flicked down to your clenched fists, and he relented.

“Right, sorry, okay! You can have some of my clothes, you’ll just have to roll them up, alright?”

Very judgmentally looking him up and down, you raised your brows at him.

“Do you have any shirts that actually button up all the way? Or do you expect me to let my tits hang out like yours.”

Shanks cackled then, catching himself on the wall, his eyes even tearing up a little. 

You kicked yourself for saying something so sexual in front of a fucking pirate.

“You’re a funny one, fish girl,” he teased between hiccupped laughs, “but you definitely look like a damsel in that dress.”

You kicked the pirate for being such a dick. 

“Fuck, sorry,” he huffed, wincing as he rubbed his shin where you’d kicked it. 

“Follow me. I definitely wanna get you outta that dress– I mean into different clothes,” he almost yelled, warding off a slap with his arm. “So you stop hurting me!”

Practically boiling with a mix of anger, embarrassment, and fear, you let yourself be guided along. The lantern lit halls were roomier than you would have expected, and you could hear the distant voices of the crew. 

“Here we go,” he said gently, opening another large door. He went in first again, and you entered what had to be his quarters.

Of course. We’re getting his clothes. 

It was full of rich, dark woods, red blankets, a desk that seemed to have more bottles of alcohol than anything work related on it, and a delightful, almost spicy scent filling the air. 

The room was a bit messy, and you felt out of place standing there in that frilly dress while he dug through his wardrobe, tossing clothes to the ground as he searched.

“Here, love, how about these?”

“Do you have a belt?”

~

Managing to roll, buckle, and tuck at his clothes, you were mostly satisfied as you checked the mirror.

Even with all the buttons done up, you still had to tie his shirt to keep your chest from popping out like his does. 

“You almost finished? The party’s star…”

Those pretty eyes brightened when you opened the door. His little smirk made you frown, and he held his hand up.

“You were right, Y/N. This definitely suits you better.”

He offered that hand to you, and even in the warm glow of the lanterns, you could see scars, callouses, and thick veins that made your breath hitch for a moment. 

Your hand had almost reached his when he pulled away.

“Almost forgot,” he teased, his voice somehow lower than normal as he stepped out of the doorway for you. “I’ll lose my only hand if I touch you, right?”

“I…”

“Well, I definitely won’t risk that.”

He stepped further back, letting you follow him into the hallway. 

Your brain seemed to stutter, unable to join the moment as it flew through conflicting emotions. 

Like why it upset you that he wouldn’t risk it. 

Shanks moved in close, his spicy scent filling your lungs as you looked up at him. 

“Just let me know if that ever changes.”

He turned away after a subtle wink that made your brain short circuit. 

“You comin’? I’m hungry.”

Still barefoot without your fishy shoes, you chased that red hair down the hallway.

He really is some sort of seduction demon.

~

“Hey, girly. Is this jackass treating you alright?”

“This is how you talk about your captain?”

The older man with long, gray hair ignored Shanks’ protests as he looked you over.

“You should be more worried about him,” you grumbled, narrowing your eyes at the captain.

“Ha, I’m sure you’re right.”

He grinned down at you, before motioning toward the fire. 

“Come on, the food’s almost done.”

The crew had found a remote beach, and set up camp. Their camp supplies seemed to be mostly alcohol. 

Shanks had said they had business here, and that they’d go to the village in about three days.

What kind of business are pirates getting up to on my island?

The thought was pushed aside as Shanks called for you. Most of the pirates were holding their plates, or using boulders or crates while they ate. Captain Shanks had a dingy little table by the fire, and was waving you over. 

“Come on, love. Let’s eat, and find out why that fish of yours is so special.”

The day's events hit you again, but you joined him in a mismatched chair, and grabbed a fork. 

It smelled good.

“Here,” Shanks demanded, shoving a mug of some kind of alcohol into your hand, before standing and lifting his own to address the crew. “Here’s to our luck! We found an unlucky fisherwoman, and now we’ve got good eats. To Y/N!”

The sheer volume of their enthusiasm made your eyes go wide as you faked a sip.

“So tell me, fish girl,” he leaned toward you, the small table not leaving much space between you. “Why is this fish so special?”

Ignoring him, you focused on your plate. The way it looked and smelled was perfect, but you had to know.

He watched your movements, following along as you pierced into the flesh, bringing the first bite to your lips. 

It was perfect. Whoever had cooked it had treated it right. The tender meat and the subtle flavor were given just the amount of spice to balance it out.

It would have sold well. After all it took to get it, you were grateful that it didn’t go to waste, and tasting it yourself was wonderful.

Even if you were sharing it with a pirate.

“This is incredible, Y/N. You really are a fish girl.”

Letting out a sigh, you dug in, trying to enjoy the meal that had put you in this situation. The night was filled with the sounds of music, laughter, and endless calls for cheers, the clanging of metal mugs like the shifting heartbeat of this joyful crew.

“So, I had someone take a look at your boat, in case we could help fix it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my boat,” you spat out, wishing you could have enjoyed your meal in peace. Without this too fucking handsome and annoying pirate captain.

Shanks tapped his fingers on the table, a smirk playing at his lips. 

“That was the report,” he said softly, the teasing tone building slowly in his voice. “They did say that one of the oars is missing.”

“Thanks for the report,” you grumbled, watching the fire now.

“Come on, just tell me what happened. How’d you get stranded out there?”

“It’s none of your business.”

Your face felt hot, the fire not close enough for the burning in your skin. 

“Consider it payment then. For my clothes, and for my company,” he taunted, his voice dipping low. 

“I could do without the latter.”

“You wound me, sweet damsel.”

He put his hand to his heart, chuckling at your frown before chugging whatever was in his mug.

“It was a really good catch,” you mumbled, giving in. He scooted even closer to you, excitement in those lovely eyes, mixing with the light of the fire.

Shanks kept that beautiful mouth shut, just tilting his head toward yours as he waited.

“My grandma used to talk about her best catch. That was it,” you said flatly, gesturing to your empty plate. “She made me promise that if I ever caught a fish like that, I had to eat it myself, eat it with friends.”

“Don’t waste a fish like that on berry, sugar. It’s a gift.”

He raised his mug as you mimicked your grandma’s voice, and you brought yours up with a sigh, still just pretending to drink.

“I’m honored, then. Your grandma was right, that fish was amazing.”

Memories of her seemed to join you at the table, bittersweet, and heavier than you’d like. 

“Sorry, Y/N. You, uh… You doing okay?”

“I’m fine,” you coughed, a hint of anger back in your voice as you fought against the prickling in your eyes.

“Well,” he drawled out, extending the word for way too long, “you still didn’t tell me how you got stranded out there with nothing but the perfect fish.”

Groaning, you put your forehead on the dingy table and blurted it out, as if you could make it not true if you said it fast enough. 

“I caught the fish. I saw what it was. It started to slip through my hands. I knew it’d sell well, so I didn’t want to lose it. I ended up tripping over one of the oars. I should have let it go, I could have grabbed the oar if I’d seen it slipping. But I was greedy. I wanted to sell that stupid fish instead of eating it, and now grandma’s probably cussing at me from the afterlife.”

Shanks at least had the decency to shove his knuckles between his teeth before he started laughing. 

“Oh, fuck you,” you huffed, standing to leave the captain’s dingy table.

“Wait, please,” he called, catching your fingers in his, and pulling you back toward him. Only to drop your hand as if he’d been burned when you met his eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean–”

Whatever you might have said was lost in a wave of too many things at once. Humiliation over the whole thing, fear that these pirates could still hurt you, especially if you fell asleep, and the burning in your stupid cheeks because this gorgeous asshole held your hand. 

What the fuck is wrong with me today?

The moon was mostly full, so there was plenty of light on the sand as you walked away from the camp. They were so fucking noisy, but the ocean beckoned for you to sit, gentle waves like your grandmother’s sweet voice. 

When she wasn’t giving me shit, you thought with a laugh, digging your toes in the sand. 

“The ocean makes me feel better too.”

His deep voice annoyed you more than it startled you. 

Shanks sat beside you, but not too close.

Ignoring him did not make him go away. 

“What do you want?”

“I wanna make your shitty day better. How can I do that?”

“Take me home.”

“Three days on that one, love. Anything more immediate?”

Your plan to stay up all night was already failing, exhaustion dragging you down.

His eyes were so soft under the moon, the hint of a smile brightening his face.

“I don’t want to sleep out in the open with everyone. Is there somewhere… safe where I can sleep?”

Shanks nodded, looking down as he cleared his throat. 

“Of course, let me take you now.”

The ship itself seemed to be sleeping, so quiet with only a handful of crew watching it as the rest camped on the island. 

Red hair under lantern light guided you through those wood paneled halls again, until he led you to the guest quarters. 

“Here’s the key, and you’re welcome to shove this chair under the door knob as well. Breakfast will be at the beach in the morning,” he laughed, running his fingers through his hair. “It’ll probably be the afternoon depending on the hangovers, but you– Are you alright?”

He knelt at your feet, looking you over as you slumped onto the bed.

“How long were you out there today? Have you been drinking water? Are you…”

This charming pirate stopped himself from touching your forehead, and some insane, fatigued part of you reached out, grabbing his hand with both of yours. 

“I lied,” you confessed, voice quiet and close, his pretty eyes on your lips. “I can’t cut your hand off. I’m not armed.”

The slow smile he gave you now was your favorite, somehow making the light in his eyes shine brighter. Your hands reluctantly let go of him as he shifted, but instead of moving away, Shanks touched his calloused fingers to your cheek. 

“Your secret’s safe with me, sweetheart.”

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Part 2

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*Insatiable

Kinktober 2024: Cock Warming

Helion x Reader

word count: 1500

cw: cock warming, cock riding, it's Helion so idk what else to say

"You're insatiable," Helion murmured into your ear, a hint of exasperation in his voice, his fingers deftly unlacing the back of your dress.

You giggled, your breath warm and sweet, like the nectar of the night-blooming flowers that grew in the gardens of the Day Court.

His hand slipped inside the fabric, caressing your smooth skin.

Your eyes, the color of the sun at high noon, searched his face for any signs of annoyance. But what you found instead was a spark of amusement, a knowing smile that told you he loved you all the more for your unbridled passion.

He'd been working tirelessly, poring over maps and scrolls in his study, trying to find a way to bolster the defenses of the court against the growing threats from the other lands.

And yet, here you was, unable to resist the urge to claim him, to remind him of the warmth of her touch, the sweetness of your embrace.

You turned in his arms, letting the dress fall to the floor in a puddle of silk and lace. Your body was a canvas of desire, painted with the soft blush of need.

Helion's gaze roved over you, his eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts, the flatness of your stomach, the flare of your hips.

He took a deep breath, as if memorizing every inch of you, and you felt a thrill at his hunger.

"I need you," you whispered, sliding your hands down his chest.

His muscles rippled beneath your touch, and you felt a pang of want deep within your core.

"And I need this," Helion replied, gesturing to the pile of work scattered across the table. His eyes were a storm of emotion - love, lust, and the weight of his duties.

"But I want you more, Sunshine."

He stepped closer, his body heat enveloping you like a warm embrace.

You felt a pang of guilt at the distraction you were causing him. But as he unbuckled his pants, the material dropping to reveal his already hard cock, you knew that he needed this as much as you did.

"I'll make it quick," you promised, dropping to your knees before him.

He sighed heavily, his hand resting on your head.

"You always say that."

Before you could protest, Helion swept the papers off the table with a wave of his hand, sending them fluttering to the floor. He sat down heavily in the chair, his erection standing proud before you.

"Sit," he commanded gently, his voice thick with desire. "Sit on my cock while I finish this."

You obeyed, straddling him, your legs trembling slightly with anticipation.

As you lowered yourself onto him, his eyes never left yours, a silent promise that he would not let his responsibilities come between you, not even for a moment.

He filled you up, stretching you in the most delicious way, and you couldn't help but moan as you took him in fully.

His fingers dug into your hips as he guided your movements, setting a slow, steady rhythm that mirrored the ticking of the grand clock in the corner of the room.

You watched as he waved the papers back onto his deck. He picked up a scroll, his eyes scanning the parchment with a focus that seemed almost superhuman.

You could feel the tension in his body as he worked, his muscles tightening and relaxing with every stroke of your hips.

The room was filled with the scent of ink and parchment, the crackling of the fire in the hearth, and the soft slap of flesh on flesh. It was a strange mix of the mundane and the erotic, the urgent and the eternal.

"Don't move," Helion murmured, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining his composure.

His hand clamped down on your waist, his fingers digging in as he held you still. You could feel the power of his will, the force of his control, as he tried to ignore the pleasure you were giving him.

His eyes remained glued to the scroll, but the muscle in his jaw ticked with every shallow thrust you made.

You leaned forward, pressing your breasts against his bare chest, your nipples tight with need.

You traced the lines of his chest muscles with your fingertips, feeling the heat of his skin, the beat of his heart beneath. You kissed the column of his neck, nibbling gently, and his breath hitched.

You knew you were playing with fire, but the thrill of it was irresistible. You wanted to burn away the stress of the world with the heat of your passion.

"Behave," Helion murmured, his voice a dark promise of what would happen if you didn't.

But his grip on your hips loosened, and you knew he was as lost to the feeling as you were.

You began to move again, rolling your hips in a slow, tantalizing dance that made him groan. His hand slid up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple in a gentle caress that sent a shiver down your spine.

You could feel his control slipping, and it only made you want him more.

Your hand slid down to where your bodies were joined, your fingers playing with the slickness that coated his cock. You stroked him with featherlight touches, feeling the tension coil tighter within him.

Helion's eyes flicked down to watch, his breath coming in harsh pants. The scroll in his other hand trembled slightly, and you felt a thrill of victory.

You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his skin as you whispered,

"Let me help you relax."

With a growl that was part frustration, part desire, he gave in. His hand left your hip, reaching up to tangle in your hair as he pulled your face closer to his neck.

"Take what you need," he grunted, his hips rising to meet your movements.

And you did.

You took him hard and fast, grinding down onto his cock with an urgency that left no room for thought. You felt his control slip away, his hips bucking up to meet you as you rode him.

His hand in your hair tightened, holding you in place as he took over, setting a rhythm that was as punishing as it was pleasurable. Each thrust sent rushes of pleasure seeping into the pores of your body, making your toes curl and your nails dig into his shoulders.

You praised him with every gasp and moan, whispering sweet nothings about his power, his strength, his beauty. You knew the words he craved, the ones that made him feel like the unstoppable force he was.

And as he worked you closer to the edge, you whispered them into his ear, a litany of adoration that matched the pounding of your hearts.

The room grew hotter, the air thick with passion as you both forgot about the responsibilities waiting outside the study door. The only world that mattered was the one you created together, a world where you could be free from the burdens of the Day Court.

Helion's hand slid between your thighs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it with the same intensity he was using to fuck you.

Your breath caught in your throat, and your eyes rolled back in your head. You felt your orgasm building.

"Come for me," he murmured, his voice low and demanding.

"Come all over my cock, sunshine."

The sound of his voice was the final push you needed.

With a cry that was more animal than human, you shattered around him, your body clenching and releasing in a symphony of pleasure.

Helion's grip tightened, his hips pumping faster as he chased his own release. You could feel the tension in him, the coil of his muscles, the way his entire body was poised on the edge of oblivion.

"Come for me," you begged, your voice a breathy whisper.

"Let me feel you come inside me."

His eyes flashed with something fierce and primal, and then he was there, his body tightening around yours as he spilled his release into you.

Helion roared out your name, the sound echoing through the room and sending a fresh wave of heat through your core.

You clung to him, feeling the tremors of his climax as if they were your own, your body shuddering with the intensity of it all.

When he finally stilled, he leaned back in the chair, his chest heaving with every breath.

You remained perched on his lap, his cock still inside you, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure. His hand stroked your back in gentle circles, a silent apology for the bruises he knew he'd left.

"You're insatiable, sunshine," he murmured again, this time with a fondness that made your heart swell.

You leaned in to kiss him, the taste of victory and desire mingling on your lips.

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[sannasruins]

monster from the deep

ryomen sukuna x reader

type: merman? thriller? i'm not sure tbh

warnings: octopus merman, reader fears for their life, no pronouns, reader gets slightly hurt

a/n: there might be a part two if people ask for it, i don't know where i was going with this but i wanted to get something out lol

word count: 1.1k

You could barely describe Ryomen Sukuna as a merman, despite him being one. With his power, with his mind, with his body, he should be likened to a sea monster with will rip and tear and bite, and not of a siren that sings of sweet temptation, before consuming you.

The waters were grey and choppy that day on the beach, it was not a welcoming sight. You probably should have taken the oceans warning that day, but you didn’t, and you descended familiar worn wooden stairs that led down to a rocky beach with tall pillars of stone sticking out of both the beach and shallow water. The sky was reflective of the ocean that day, a bland grey hung over your entire small beach town.

The air smelt of the ocean, but was chilled and you wrapped your cardigan tighter around yourself, and as you made your way closer to the shore, the occasional spray would kick up in the wind and bite at your face with its cold salty water.

You breathed in, closed your eyes, and held it, enjoying the crisp air filling your lung. It might not be a place most people would want to be this time of year, and especially in this weather, but here and now was one of the only times you could truly unwind, and let go of everything in your mind. The sounds of the waves crashing into the pebbled beach, the whistling wind, the occasional cry of a gull, it all emptied your mind and let you truly just be.

That was, until you heard a series of splashes, which you tried to brush of, but it was then followed by wet slaps that sounded almost like a fish on the deck of a boat. You wondered if a large fish, or maybe even a dolphin had beached itself accidently, so you opened your eyes and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, which had by that time, stopped. You worried that the fish might be suffocating without water, and started looking more franticly.

Despite your efforts, you were unable to find the source of disturbance, and began to wonder if you had hallucinated it, but as a last effort, you peaked you head around the closest of the large pillars of stone that interrupted the beach, and were met with a sight that for what felt like forever, you did not know how to process.

There rested a man, or at first glance what looked like a man. But the more you looked at him the more you saw. When one pair of arms ended, another began, and when your gaze moved lower, where his torso should have ended and turned into legs, there were instead a mess of dark red tentacles, like that of an octopus. His body, his human half that is, was covered in strange tattoos, even his resting face had thick dark and harsh lines on it.

You couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past your lips, and as soon as it exited, your hands had flung up to cover your mouth.

But it was too late.

His eyes snapped open, a deep and dark red that matched the skin of the tenacles that made up his lower half, and found you peeking around the corner of the stone. Your own eyes wide with shock, or maybe fear.

You realized you should run, the look he was giving you was that not of a hurt creature, or a fairytale encounter, but of a hunter catching sight of its prey. As you started to turn around and lift your foot to flee, two of his tentacles shot out, one wrapping around each of your ankles, and tugged backwards, causing you to tip forwards, your hands shooting out to keep your face from making contact with the sharp pebbles of the beach. You felt a sharp sting in both your hands as you landed hard, the air was knocked out of you. The rocky beach digging into your soft skin as you were pulled over it was sure to be leaving bruises and scrapes over your body, but all you could feel was overwhelming dread as a monster from the sea dragged you back towards him.

Breath was still not coming to you as his other tentacles picked you up and held you captive Infront of him, you were shaking with a fear that seeped its way into your bones. You could tell however, that he was even more horrifying than you had originally thought, as a second pair of eyes under his main ones blinked open to scrutinize you more closely.

“A human,” he mused. He wasn’t talking to you, just thinking out loud. You kept your mouth shut, regarding your captor with wide, unblinking eyes and were amazed that it could speak your language.

“Well human,” he addressed you this time, looking into your fearful gaze with his own cold and calculating one, “what should I do with you?”

You sputtered, shocked, was this creature that was about to eat you, asking you how he should eat you? Was he asking you how he should kill you? These were all very scary questions that flooded your brain and kept your mouth from making any other noise than a very quiet and questioning “huh?”

He frowned at that; it was obviously disrespectful. Your mere presence on this beach whilst he was there was disrespectful, and he didn’t have the time or patience for disrespectful and meager existence. He started to consider what had been running through your head the whole time, that maybe he should just drown you and eat you, there wasn’t enough of you to satisfy the King of Sea Monsters, but it had been a while since he had eaten a human, and it could be a little snack.

He watched the way you trembled in his grasp, how you were totally his in that moment, unable to do anything unless he willed it to be that way, and it felt something he hadn’t in quite a while.

“Answer me little human,” he pushed, “what should I do with you.”

“Please don’t kill me,” you managed to whisper the plead out from your fear frozen lips.

“Very well,” he smiled, revealing rows of sharp, pointed teeth that sent a harsh chill down your spine.

He brought you closer to him, replacing his tentacles for his lower pair of arms, and this is when you truly thought he was going to bite into your neck and rip out your throat, or something equally gory that would end your life and begin his feast, but instead he did something else entirely shocking.

He dove into the frigid ocean, with you firmly held in his grasp.

[bravevulnerability]

3x22 au with castle and beckett in the pool together pleeease

Castle wades in the shallow end, the pool mostly empty save for a man swimming laps and a woman, whom he just watched dive into the deep end. Her gaze snags on him the second she comes up for air. 

She swims over to him with irritation in her eyes flaring like the sun overhead. 

“I told you to stay on the deck,” Beckett growls.

“Beckett, people have seen us here together,” he reasons, trying so very hard to stop his eyes from wandering past her face, down to the exposed skin of her chest, sun-kissed and decorated with rivulets of water that race to converge at the v of her swimsuit. “Don’t you think it might look suspicious if I sit by and sip piña coladas while you seduce Royce’s killer?”

She doesn’t buy his reasoning. Not at all.

“Okay, okay, I also wanted to swim in the pool. It’s a nice pool, Beckett-”

Kate curses under her breath and flicks her eyes over his shoulder, her gaze landing on something that has her straightening in the water. Russell Ganz, he’s certain, and she confirms it when her gaze snaps back to meet his.

“Okay, since you ruined my original plan, we’re going to have to improvise.”

“I’m game. So how-” He chokes on his question as Kate places her hands to his bare shoulders. Her fingers dig into his skin ever so lightly as she uses him for purchase to reel herself in close. Her body glides through the distance between them, drifting through the water until her arms are lacing snugly around his neck.

"Castle."

He can't breathe.

"Castle," she snaps, but her lips are curled in a tight smile. "You're making me look bad. Touch me back."

"Say less," he mutters, reaching for her thighs.

She gasps in surprise when he hefts her up, her legs instinctively curling around his waist.

"I said touch not - grab," she huffs, but her arms remain folded around his neck.

"I didn't grab," he murmurs, slipping his palms up her thighs, past her hips, and splaying them wide at her spine. Her lips purse. "I'm just playing the part of a very interested male companion."

Beckett smirks, leans forward to tilt her mouth towards his ear. "So your normal role?"

"Funny," he mutters, but he's trailing his fingers up the line of her vertebrae, savoring the hitch in her breath, the stutter of it in his ear. "But you're not wrong. Though, I'd call this a more hands-on approach."

"Castle, I am trying to get Ganz's attention, stop-"

"Distracting you?" he grins, one of his hands lifting to curve along her shoulder.

He loves the structure of her bones, the strength he can see carved into her shoulders. He traces the bone of her clavicle with care, hooks his thumb under the strap of her suit.

Her head turns, nose bumping into his cheek. "He's on his phone. Not looking yet. Stop."

"I'm just touching. You said to touch-"

"I'm going to hit you," she mutters, unfurling her arms to cup her hands at his nape, lean back in his grasp. And oh, her eyes are... dark. "When he looks this way, I'm going to shove you away and get out of the pool. He'll follow."

"How can you be so sure?" he asks, lowering the hand at her shoulder back to her outer thigh. Which is pressing snugly into his hip. Holy shit he can't believe he has Kate Beckett wrapped around him.

"Because I have a plan," she shrugs, her own eyes tripping down his face, over his mouth, down to his chest.

The elegant line of her throat ripples.

Her thumb is moving in a maddening circle just below his ear, her palm draped at his pulse point. She's so close, her lips just inches away from his, the heat of her body flush with his, ruining the reprieve of the water.

He's going to kiss her. Again.

"Beckett?"

Her eyes flutter and she shakes her head.

"I'm sorry."

"What-"

And then she dunks his head under the water.

-

He's dripping wet and waiting for her when she meets him behind the bushes. But before he can say a word, she's poking him.

"Ow!" he hisses, protecting his chest before she can stab him again while she whisper yells at him.

"He called me green, Castle! What the hell were you doing?"

"I saw his phone in the cabana after you tried to drown me," he scowls. "I thought it was worth the risk."

"You took his phone?"

"No, I took a picture of his recent calls list while you were busy flirting it up."

"What?" The smile spreads wide across her face. "Where is it?"

"Don't poke me," he warns as he digs for the phone in his pocket.

"Poke you? I wanna kiss you," she grins, taking the phone from his proffered hand.

He tightens his grip on the thick towel around his waist. His life can be so unfair.

"I'd like that," he risks. "Least you could do after you dunked me."

"Oh please," she sighs, glancing up at him with mischief in her eyes.

"Beckett, water went up my nose. Do you know how unpleasant-"

She lifts on her toes, lips at his cheek and dangerously close to his mouth.

She presses a kiss to his skin.

"Better?" she husks, and he curls his fingers at her hipbone, fisting the slinky, wet fabric of her wrap, her swimsuit, in his hand.

He exhales slowly. This new game they're playing, teasing the fire between them... he's not sure he can survive it.

"For now."

[theanimeroom]

NSFW UNDER THE CUT | MINORS DNI

NOVEMBER 6TH, 2023 — 3:23AM

NNN CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

TODAY IS THE DAY BAJI KEISUKE LOST NO NUT NOVEMBER.

to be fair, the man didn't care much for the challenge in the first place. he'd only decided to participate because chifuyu and kazutora wouldn't get off of his ass, and when you teased him for chickening out, he halfway used the challenge as a punishment for you running your mouth.

the first day passed by like nothing for him. he'd had to work on the first, so he got a lucky break when you were sound asleep by the time he had gotten home. you were decked in a large t-shirt that he'd suddenly remembered belonged to him (he thought he'd lost it months ago), a peaceful look on your face as you curled into the sheets. the man wasn't too far behind you, exhaustion coating his limbs as he trudged into the shower before climbing in next to you.

the next few days seemed to be even easier than the first. you'd both been bombarded with work, and anytime baji felt like he was in the mood he would distract himself either with his friends or scrolling through social media.

everything was perfectly fine until he went to bed one night.

his body was warm when he cracked his eyes open, immediately groaning when the pressure in his lower abdomen grew stronger. the arm that was wrapped lazily around your waist tightened, fingers digging into your nightshirt as your scent invaded his nose. you smelled like an equivalent to heaven, each and every one of his senses on overdrive as the fatigue only added to the fogginess clouding his brain.

"fuck," his mind was spinning as he tried to get a grip on reality, but one soft hum from you accompanied by a firm press of your hips and baji was a dead man. he was so turned on he'd convinced himself that somehow, in your unconscious state, you were doing it on purpose. you had to have been teasing him, or there's no reason why he would have woken up in the middle of the night with his cock fighting against the fabric of his boxers.

if you weren't teasing him, there was no other reason for his lips to press against your neck, tongue tracing abstract shapes into the skin as his fingers dug into the flesh of your hip. a groan resonated from deep within him, the feeling of your body against his driving him crazier than it ever had before. your warmth made his cock throb, the sensitivity of his hips thrusting against yours stirring another moan to fall dangerously close to your ear.

you hummed quietly as baji nosed at your ear, smirking to himself as you rose out of sleep. "babyyyy~" a shiver ran down your back at the tone of his voice, a sleepy groan leaving your lips.

"someone's up early," your small voice left baji moaning into your skin, a sloppy kiss being pressed against the junction between your neck and shoulder. the soft feeling of his lips didn't go unnoticed by you, a stray hand reaching back to grasp at the man's hair, black strands wrapping around your fingers.

baji nipped at the skin under your ear when you gave him a light tug, feeling his bulge pressing against your backside. with hooded eyes, you turned your head back to catch a glimpse of the male. even in the dark, you could see the heat behind his gaze, bottom lip worried between his teeth as he watched you for a reaction.

"hmmm, so much for the challenge," you giggled, already knowing that the man wouldn't hold out for very long. he was ravenous more often than not, so you knew a few days without touching him and he would be breaking down instantly.

baji scoffed at that, eye roll evident in the black hue of the room. he leaned forward suddenly, your body moving to lay your back flat against the sheets. the raven-haired man hovered over you, hands reaching down under your nightshirt until your nipples were between his fingers, the buds being given harsh tugs. your back arched off the bed at the sensation, a moan that threatened to spill out being silenced by his lips against yours.

his tongue searched the crevices of your mouth, just barely long enough for you to enjoy before pulling back an inch. his gaze flitted between your eyes and lips for a moment before his tone started to match the bored expression that he was wearing on his face. a sly smile from the man left your heart and pussy palpitating simultaneously.

"fuck that challenge,"

don't plagiarize! it's not nice <3

© theanimeroom 2023

[annakie]

Okay so I just finished season 2 of Prodigy.

I woke up early this morning and got a few episodes in.

I WFH so I worked all morning getting shit done, and then watched at lunch, and then my normal Monday afternoon work is work that can easily be done while multitasking watching things, so I actually got a ton of work done while watching straight through the afternoon and finished the last 5 or so episodes after work/dinner.

I posted a few posts today with some thoughts but hey let's make it more coherent.

Heavy spoilers!

I loved this season so, so much from start to finish. It somehow never felt like there was a lull. Every episode either did something interesting or pushed the story forward in an important way.

So many shows do that "one story in a long season" thing and the show really suffers for it in the middle, especially. But I, personally, never felt that, even when they were taking diversions like getting Zero a body, that and the Tribble episodes might have been the "slowest" and still, I really enjoyed those.

Digging deep into the tropes and finding something new.

And the arc actually came together so well and nothing felt forced. It was a complex arc, too. So many moving parts, and it would have been easy to lose some threads and let things drop, but it actually felt like every element was important and it all tied together nicely.

They did a great job giving recaps where needed to reinforce what was going on in the storyline and why they were doing what they were doing, which was appreciated. I never felt lost. No arc felt like it dragged on too long.

Everyone got their moments to shine. Some of the characters had more of an arc in the season, like Zero, and some had less, like Jankum, but no one felt left behind from the main cast. I think it would have been easy, especially with adding in a new major character to the group, Ma'jel, but they really made her fit in. I especially love that they used Wesley to help cement her part in the group.

And yeah, the cast was huge. Seven main "kids" now. Janeway, Chakotay, Wesley, and the Doctor all felt like main cast throughout the season, plus Ascencia, Dreadnok, Ilthuran, Tysess and Noum... the cast is huge but everyone had a place. With 20 episodes they had some time to breathe, and I loved that.

The kids each had a lesson to learn, something to contribute. Gwyn was at the center of it all even more than last year, but she's such a fantastic character that holds the story up so well.

Of course there's a contrivance in things like... them not getting thrown in the brig in the first couple of episodes, and the fact that the ending was something allowed at all when they literally just said because of the Synth attack on Mars ships were in short supply but I mean, all easy to overlook in the name of the Story needs to happen. None of it really bothered me.

But as much as I love the kids, what they did with the legacy adult characters this season meant the most to me.

The Doctor fit right into this show, and was such a great inclusion. Still the same egotistical but loveable hologram. It was so good to have him back. And that scene with him and Holo-Janeway was adorable. I was glad to see that their rights weren't affected in the Synth attack -- at least not yet!?

I don't know if ANYONE would expect Wesley Crusher. That hit me in the face like a ton of bricks, seeing Wes again, and it was amazing. He's now been in Picard, Lower Decks and now Prodigy and every time I'm just delighted to see him.

But this was definitely his best re-appearance so far. A Wesley Crusher at his full Traveler powers. He was so smart, and funny, and a little manic with his big brain running at a thousand miles an hour. It really felt like this was what Wesley always had the potential to be, a real logical progression in the best way from the Wes we saw at the end of TNG. Space, Time and Thought all coming together and he had awesome magical powers to go along with it.

I was hoping after his initial two episodes that he'd be back! They dropped some decent hints about it, and they mentioned him almost every episode while he was gone, so having him in the final handful of episodes was amazing. And it seems like he might have a place in the future of the show, if we get that future! (and GOD I hope so.)

But my absolute favorite part was the MOST unexpected. I was hoping we'd get to see a bit of him calling Beverly. But then the hug, he went and saw her and Wil's voice breaking when he said Hi to her and gave her the hug broke me, and I cried.

Then, holy shit, they closed the loop on that burning question so many of us had at the end of Picard S3, if Wesley ever met Jack. Wes met his brother, and spent time with Beverly, and that meant so much to me.

It's crazy that the ending of this season tied up loose ends from other shows, and integrated those shows into the universe with fewer seams. It was amazing.

---

And as great as all of everything else was... I just want to be more coherent about Janeway and Chakotay.

Not going to lie -- the fact that there wasn't a kiss, or an obvious love confession did sting a little, but what we got was so, so good, and it was enough.

I do get it -- this is a kid's show and as much as we love them and how important they were to the season, this show is about the kids and not J/C as much as some of us are watching for J/C reasons. I'm not mad about it.

We got fed. More than Voyager.

You'd have to be blind to not admit that there was love there, on both sides. They never gave up on each other, they both looked forward to that reunion, they were terrified of losing each other again but did their duty. There was a little tiny bit of hand holding and quite a bit of touching. It's enough, it's canon enough for those of us who have been shipping it since Season 1 of Voyager.

And like I said in that previous post, they did so much more for Chakotay than Voyager did. This post summed it up better than I could. This season took two of the most maligned and neglected characters from their initial iterations -- Wesley and Chakotay -- and not only did them justice but made them the best versions of themselves. I felt like I was seeing the Chakotay from the Beyer novels on screen, the character he always should have been.

His relationship with Dal was an unexpected delight and I very much hope that in season 3 that mentorship continues.

I need more of that Chakotay. I need more of Janeway and Chakotay together. I just need so much more of this show.

---

I love every Trek. Yes, even that one that isn't that popular, or that other one that people forget exists. But this was without a doubt one of my favorite seasons of any Trek ever.

I'm so mad at Paramount's treatment of this show.

I'm so glad that Netflix stepped in and let us get this one.

I need at least one more season, y'all.

[lale-txt]

♡ [ns.fw] birthday cake w/ Zoro & afab!reader (+ a side of Law)

a/n: another year around the sun for Bas! @some-piece i'm wishing you the happiest birthday; wrote you some smut for the occasion, hehe. thank you for everything you do, you're a gem! (●'◡'●)ﾉ♥

contains: ns.fw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns used, 'pussy' & 'cunt' used to describe genitalia), dirty talk, exhibitionism (+ getting caught), voyeurism, rough sex, marking, choking, fingering, cream pie, slight overstim, squirting, unprotected sex (no mention or implication of pregnancy)

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“Shh, or they’re gonna catch us…”

Bent over a barrel with your soaked panties down your ankles, your cunt stuffed to the brim with Zoro throbbing inside, staying quiet was easier said than done. His ruthless thrusts and fingers digging in the flesh of your hips didn’t exactly help either. 

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight… holy shit…” 

You bite down your fist and suppress a moan coming from deep inside, your whole body shaking with the tension of just wanting to let go. They will start searching for you soon, it was your own birthday party after all – from which you sneaked away after Zoro’s intense glares across the room couldn’t be any more clear. And his hand brushing your lower back, and the way he leaned in close to whisper in your ear how badly he wants to fuck you, his voice low and raspy. Shit. You grabbed his arm and pulled him away, praying no one noticed how you two vanished from the banquet. However, you felt as if a pair of golden eyes lingered onto you before you sneaked around the corner, but it could have been your imagination…

On deck the party was going on as merry as always. You’re making out a blur of loud voices and silhouettes of familiar faces while you’re only a few meters away from them, hidden in the shadows, taking your lover’s cock so deeply that you’re convinced the sounds of flesh on flesh must be distinguishable even with loud music playing. You desperately search for something to hold onto while Zoro’s hips stutter, stirring up your insides with every thrust, but all you can do is dig your nails in the dry wood of the barrel. 

He’s fucking you so good, your juices run down the insides of your thighs every time he pulls out completely, only to impale you on him again. You feel dizzy from lust and adrenaline, the thrill of being caught… one turned head in your direction would be enough to expose you, and the thought alone is enough to almost push you over the edge. Zoro notices you struggling and the practical man that he is, he lets go of your hips and reaches for your arms instead, placing them behind your back and pinning your wrists down as he leans over you and keeps you in place while he’s buried deep inside of you. 

“So tight for me… taking me so well…”, he groans in your ear, making you clench around him. With his free hand he reaches around you, roaming over your upper body before he wraps his hand around your neck. You whine quietly, trying to keep your voice down but it is getting harder with every heartbeat. It was too much; the thrill of getting caught, his cock hitting your sweet spot every time he shoves himself in your tight pussy, his fingers lingering around your neck with the promise of making you feel even better, just blind trust and a quiet way of saying “you’re mine”.

“Zoro…”, you whine, barely audible. “Hng… ‘m close… gonna cum… gonna���”

Zoro’s grip around your wrists and your neck tightens when he hears your needy voice. He pounds into you in a broken rhythm, also chasing his high. You’re so out of everything around you, that you don’t register that your absence hasn’t gone unnoticed and the crew starts calling out both your names. They could be here any second– 

When you hear footsteps approaching and notice a slender shadow appearing within your vision, you can feel all built up tension snap in your core. With Zoro’s fingers stuffed in your mouth to muffle your cries, you cream heavily around his cock, tight walls twitching around him as he fucks you through your orgasm. His hips move ecstatically, burying himself deep inside of you until he also can’t hold back any longer, filling you with his hot load, unable to stop thrusting in you, your tight pussy feeling just too good.

“Fucking idiots”, someone hisses but you’re so high in other spheres, you barely notice it. Only when Law’s golden eyes meet yours, glaring at you, you feel as if you got hit by lightning. You would have felt flustered with Zoro still inside of you, your expression painted with lust, but the waves of your orgasm still crashed over you, leaving you a babbling mess. Law turns around huffing and calls out to the others. “They’re not here. Go look under deck, maybe they’re eating the birthday cake with their bare hands, animals that they are…”

Zoro and you slump down next to the barrels, both of your hearts racing from what just happened. He pulls you close to him, one hand on your lower stomach, his breath hot and heavy on your skin. You would have thought getting caught would punch some sense in you… but you were only getting more aroused, your chest heaving with lust. You rub your thighs together, dripping with your juices and his cum mixed together, and glance over to Law’s silhouette. Only when the voices of the others fade out, he turns around again, eyes seeking yours.

“Are you out of your mind?”, he snarls and takes a step closer, the realization hitting him too late that you were still in quite the delicate situation here. Some deep desire boiling inside of you wishes he would join you for the fun, making good use of his long, elegant fingers… 

You let out a surprised gasp when Zoro grabs you and pulls you into his lap, hooking your legs over his and exposing the mess that he made of you. The shadows of your hideout don’t give away everything… but Law’s sharp eyes surely see enough. He doesn’t look away though, only crosses his arms in front of his chest, pretending not to notice how dripping wet you are between your spread thighs. 

“You like an audience, don’t you? Squeezing me so tight when we were spotted…”, Zoro growls in your ear and smirks. One hand of his rubs your puffy clit in big circles and you squirm, still sensitive from your orgasm, but he’s holding you in place with his arm wrapped around your waist, his fingers digging deep into your flesh, probably leaving marks for days. You let your head fall against his chest and give in to his ministrations, legs trembling as you buck your hips against his hand. You gaze up to Law, standing only an arms length away from you both, flustered but unable to take his eyes off you.

Zoro laughs softly when you melt further into his touch, his lips trailing kisses down from your jaw to your neck as he shoves three fingers inside of you and curls them up just right, hitting your sweet spot. You let out a needy mewl, not keeping your voice down anymore, as he keeps on fingerfucking you right under Law’s intense gaze. The surgeon doesn’t move but watches the way Zoro’s fingers disappear inside of you, your juices running down his wrists. Lewd sounds get swallowed by the vast sea as he rocks you towards another orgasm. 

You’re so out of your mind that everything feels like a kaleidoscope of emotions, with lust painting all of them red. Never would you have thought that being exposed like this would make you feel so aroused, so hungry for more. With Zoro’s cock pressing against your lower back you wonder if he would fuck you again, use all of your other holes as well to his liking; sink his teeth in your shoulder as you milk him so good, plugging you up until you can go another round. Just deep, animalistic fucking… and Law joining you, too.

“You want to cum so desperately, don’t you?”, Zoro growls, pumping faster. You nod and whimper, feeling the tension in your core building up again, painful almost. “It’s okay… just let go… let go and cum for us… show us your pretty face when you do…” 

You let out a loud sob and then something inside you just snaps. Your nails dig into his arm, leaving red trails when you squirt around his fingers, one hand flying to your mouth to muffle your cries. Every limb of your body tingles with pleasure, a whole wildfire blazing inside of you, leaving you hot and flustered. Zoro tilts your head to give you a deep kiss while his open eye is focusing on the surgeon, visibly aroused. He smirks and bites your lower lip, enough to get a slight taste of your blood. 

“I think Luffy might devour your birthday cake all by himself… but you won’t mind getting a few more cream pies instead, don’t you?”

[dominimoonbeam]

To The Edge - 17

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story tags: scifi romance, hijinks in space, rogues learning to trust, violence, blood, guns, death, explicit language, so much kidnapping,

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TO THE EDGE - CHAPTER 17.

Stardust sat in the captain’s chair, finger hovering over the command to repeat the message. They hit it…again.

Genesis didn’t speak right away, letting the recording hold the hum of engines and space and the patient drag of his breath. The nothing in those seconds spoke volumes. He could wait. He had time and resources. He was a hunter. Cosmic might not know that, but Stardust did.

When he spoke it was even, his voice deep and unshakeable.

“Fairvell.”

He called them by their last name—by the name that was not shared or charged with all the might of the Solar Court’s worst. It had been their great-grandfather’s name. He had kept it even after he married Galileo and passed it down with Solinoh to each generation that followed. It set them apart and marked them as the traitors they were.

“I am going to kill this bounty hunter when I catch up to you, and I will catch up. Whatever vessel he’s flying won’t be able to outrun me. You will never be able to outrun me. I will take him apart and you will beg me to stop because you’re weak. It’s not your fault. You’re the rotting branch on our family tree, cousin. I’m coming for you and I am going to kill you when I’m done…but it’s going to be a hell of a ride until then.”

They sniffled and scrubbed at their face before any tears could actually spill. It didn’t count if they didn’t fall. It didn’t count.

They’d programmed the ship to filter messages from Genesis and save them. Cosmic hadn’t heard it yet and he never would. They tapped a few more keys and deleted it.

Would knowing change anything?

Would their cosmic bounty hunter be afraid if he heard it? Would he finally do the smart thing and jettison Stardust? Were they more scared that he would or that he wouldn’t?

The stars streamed by the curved window of the ship. They were on course.

Genesis wouldn’t give up, but that didn’t mean he’d be able to catch up. He didn’t even know where to go. Only Stardust knew that.

They leaned back in the seat, one arm crossing their chest to dig fingers into the back of their shoulder. They couldn’t feel the tattoo but they knew it was there. Cosmic checked it now and then, adjusting their course as they neared and the map zoomed in.

The door to the bridge slid open and Rory marched across the threshold, pausing only when he noticed Stardust. They caught the curl of his lip.

“Out of my chair, Stardust.”

They held back a smile and swiveled around to face him. “Again?” they whined.

“Yeah, again. Why do you always do that? There’s a co-pilot seat right there!” He shooed them with both hands.

Stardust rolled to their feet and stepped aside, relinquishing the best seat on the ship. “Does that mean you’ll finally turn on the secondary commands?” they asked, sliding into the other, lower, seat on the deck.

He laughed once for emphasis. “No, sitting there does not mean I’ll turn on the co-pilot controls.”

He didn’t know that they’d gotten back into the system days ago. They tapped at the console in front of their new seat, even though nothing lit up in response.

“Just, stop touching the controls!”

They still hadn’t figured out if he was easy to rile or if he was just giving them the reaction they wanted. “What if you get blown up or have a heart attack or—”

“Well, I guess if something happens to me then you’re out of luck.” Cosmic shrugged, checking their flight charts.

“You should give me the codes just in case,” they pressed. If they stopped nagging him about the controls to the ship, he might realize they already had them. “For emergencies.”

“No, I am not giving you the codes to access the ship in an emergency,” he said very clearly.

“Why not?”

Cosmic leveled them with a stare, not wholly unamused. “Because you stole the ship. Once you steal the ship, you no longer get to drive it. Those are the rules, Stardust.”

They sputtered, swiveling again. This chair did not swivel as well as the other one. “Who wrote those rules?”

“Hm?” He tapped something out on the control panel and then lifted his head, meeting their gaze. “No one wrote the rules. Everyone just knows them.”

“That’s stupid. I gave the ship back. We’re friends now. That’s definitely not a real rule.”

He shrugged, smiling again. “You can ask around next time we stop someplace.”

Stardust’s heart squeezed. They were out of stops and all loaded with supplies for the long haul to Cepheus. “If only we had another.”

His smile faltered, that crease between his brow when he realized what they meant. “Oh. No, you’re right. We don’t need to stop anywhere else before we reach the nebula. We’re only a couple days away and then it can’t be more than a week or two depending on where the loot is.”

The loot. At least he hadn’t called it treasure this time. They’d split whatever wasn’t blackmail material and then they’d split. Would Genesis keep looking for the cosmic bounty hunter even after they went their separate ways? Hopefully not. Stardust would have to give him something to chase…

“Give me another look at the map?”

They blinked at him, taking a second to realize what he meant.

He huffed a laugh.

Stardust rolled their eyes and hopped up from the chair, doing a little twirl to turn their back on him. They dragged their shirt up to their shoulders and tried not to overthink the way their skin felt raw under his attention.

“Yeah. We’re still on course. It’s definitely getting closer. We’ll see when we get there, I guess.”

Stardust let go of the thin synthetic cotton and did another turn to face him again. The ship hummed. Sometimes that constant sound drove them nuts but other times, like when they were staring at Cosmic, they were grateful for something other than silence and the pounding of their heart.

“Have you thought about what you’re going to do after?”

“What?”

“After we get the loot. After you get whatever blackmail material your parents had on your grandma. After.”

Run, they thought but didn’t say. “Burn it? Launch it into a star maybe?”

Cosmic laughed, leaning back in his seat and staring up at them. “Destroy it? You’re joking, right?” He waited but they shrugged and his smile fell away. “Stardust… You could do just about anything with something like that. If your parents were able to make your grandma leave them alone…”

Stardust shook their head, shoving their hands into their pockets to hide they way they clenched. “That was when it was a secret. At least four of the cousins know it exists now.”

“I guess you’re right, your cousins wouldn’t just let you walk away with it.”

They huffed a dark laugh. No, they definitely wouldn’t. “And there’s no knowing if Galileo would honor any deal anymore. It was made a long time ago and… and things have changed in the family. It isn’t the way it used to be. There’s a good chance she’ll kill anyone who tries to use it just for reminding her of it…whatever the hell it is.”

Cosmic nodded, his thumb tapping at the side of the armrest the way it did when he was working something out. “But they might not believe that you got rid of it just because you say so.”

Stardust considered that. He was right. “I guess I’ll film it and send the recording around.”

He laughed. “You would do something like that… I’m not sure they’ll take watching you burn the blackmail material well...”

They shrugged again. “Can’t please everyone.”

He stared at them, as if waiting for something more. What did he expect them to say? What could they do? The bounty hunter sighed and looked past them to the stars outside. “As long as you don’t burn the treasure too.”

They tsked at his use of that word but took a step closer. “You don’t want half of the blackmail?” they teased.

“Oh no, I don’t want any cut of the blackmail. That mess is all yours, Stardust.” He looked up at them, his knee almost bumping theirs when he turned his seat in their direction. The ghost of something serious shadowed his features. Was that worry? “But maybe consider holding onto it? I mean, your grandma probably thinks your parents handed it down to you. You said yourself, you’ve never had to partake in any family business, and I wasn’t exaggerating when I said your bloodline doesn’t come out here. They don’t usually go anywhere that isn’t on family business. I’ve never heard of any of them getting away…”

He wasn’t wrong. This adventure was full of abnormal Solinoh behavior. Stardust had fled the Solar Court. Even their mother hadn’t done that—she had gone into hiding, locking herself in a bunker somewhere in the prime. Their father had left, but he wasn’t a Solinoh by blood and it could be ignored. It might not be. There was a chance someone would go to collect him… or to kill him. Even then, it wouldn’t be a Solinoh. They would hire someone else to do that task. Just like they had tried hiring others to bring Stardust back.

Genesis should not have left the SC, not even to hunt down Stardust.

Was there any chance he was bluffing? Could he still be sitting at the edge waiting for one of his thugs to bring them back to him?

No.

Stardust was a lot of things, but that lucky was definitely not one of them.

They forced a smile and cocked their head to the side. “Are you worried about me, Cosmic?”

He raspberried their words out of the air. “I didn’t say I was worried about you…”

They raised their eyebrows suggestively.

“I’m not.”

Stardust grinned for real now.

“I’m just…trying to give you the benefit of my incredible bank of knowledge.”

They came closer, grabbing the shoulder of his chair and rocking him side to side a little. “What if I want to stay here after our adventure?”

He stared. “What?”

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Wrote a little something with one of my ocs for me/rmay.

To clarify, he's a siren (in his world, there's a difference between all the species) and they need human in their diet once in a while to stay healthy, but they can eat fish and other mer, too.

My oc's name is Uhkon, he's based on a deep sea fish called "Black Swallower". They are capable of eating things much larger than themselves and have spooky teeth. Feel free to ask questions about him .w.

WARNINGS, this has vore in it! As well as.. unpleasant body descriptions?? Not sure what to call that. And Uhkon is kinda mean to his prey.

Sorry if this isn't cohesive, I tend to write when I'm already tired .~.

Crawling up the saltwater soaked haul, claws digging into the hardwood planks, the dark figure of a siren silently makes his way up the side of a ship. Just within his view of the ship above, a man stands at the edge of the deck, leaning on the ornate railing, staring with a sense of longing into the sea. Using the crashing of the waves against the sides of the ship as cover, Uhkon slowly makes his way up, hoping the sea covers any sound he makes.

The things a siren goes through just for a meal... In one swift motion, Uhkon propels himself towards the sky, aiming high enough to grasp the top of the railing, now eye to eye with his quarry. With a clawed, webbed hand, he seizes the man by shirt collar, yanking him forward until he's tumbling down into the ocean. With a splash, the man is fumbling about in the brine, attempting to keep his head above the surface. A second splash indicates Uhkon has returned to the sea, ready to claim his prize he worked so hard for. Without much warning, the man is pulled under, Uhkon dragging him by the leg as he leads the prey to a safer location. He prefers his meal alive, so briefly throughout the swim, he allows the man to breathe before abruptly pulling him along.

After much struggle, they arrive at Uhkon's destination, a sea cave he often visits with his boyfriends when they wish to bask together. His lovers aren't there now, but the cave is filled with their scent. He allows his prey to escape his hold, letting the man climb onto the out cropping of stone to catch his breath. Idly, Uhkon swims in circles around the cave, watching the man, waiting. Eventually, the man gains his bearings, upon which he immediately begins yelling and cussing at his kidnapper. Uhkon doesn't care to give a response, swimming up to the stone to perch his head in his hand, eyeing his prey with malicious delight. No different than any siren, Uhkon enjoys tormenting a meal when he gets the chance.

Uhkon's gaze unsettles his prey, yet he continues the slew of insults. Perhaps he realizes how perilous this situation is, trapped by a hungry siren on a rock surrounded by ocean deep within the siren's territory, with no hope for rescue. His crewmates likely assume he's already dead- if they've even noticed his absence. Uhkon's expression escalates to a devious grin, the fangs protruding from his lower jaw add menace to his smile. The salior picks up on the change, becoming nervous, backing to the edge of the stone, nearly slipping into the water once more.

Dropping his hands to the stone, Uhkon hoists himself up onto the platform, heaving up his massive tail to drag across the rock. With unexpected speed, he narrows the distance between himself and the sailor, who by now is desperately trying to keep away from him. With a swift, plucking motion, Uhkon has the man by the collar once more, bringing him down so their faces meet. Staring eye to eye, Uhkon's orange orbs penetrate his prey's as he slowly pulls the man forward, preparing to take his meal.

Without much warning, the sailor strikes a fist into Uhkon's jaw, sending the siren reeling, holding his cheek where he'd been struck. A brief fear washes over Uhkon, and he feels the need to seek out his boyfriend for protection and comfort, until he regains his composure. Feeling hurt and perhaps realizing he's played with his food too much, Uhkon makes his next move the final one. Turning as if to return to the water, he instead spins, throwing his deadweight tail into the man, giving him a hard slap that sends him overboard once more. Without delay, Uhkon dives in after him, quickly circling around where he struggles in his pointless splashing. He wastes no time with gentleness now, launching a hand at his prey's throat to reel him in close enough for the first bite.

While many sirens have adapted one way or another to devour humans, Uhkon is unique in that the species of fish his lineage stems from was already capable of consuming prey many times larger than itself. His jaw, never fully attached to begin with, opens to an incredible size to take in his prey's head. Switching his hands around, he releases the sailor's neck in favor of grasping his wrists, stopping the attempts to keep Uhkon from his meal. Although Uhkon isn't particularly strong, his practiced throat and natural ability give him the leverage he needs to eat his prey with ease, so long as he can get some part of them in his maw.

With his prey's head right where he wants it, Uhkon swallows thickly until it enters his throat, a bulge now forming there. His prey attempts to pull himself out, but finds quickly that is a poor idea, with Uhkon's lower jaw being filled with tiny fangs designed to dig into the flesh of any escapees. Pushing the sailor's body down into the water, now that oxygen doesn't particularly matter, Uhkon gets to work. Swallowing around the broad shoulders, his cheeks stretching over the flesh, his tongue dancing with delight over bare skin, pleased with the taste of fresh prey. He slowly works his maw over the man's torso, pulling his prey in deeper with each swallow, the sailor is hardly able to put up a fight for fear of the razor like teeth threatening to tear into him should he move wrong. Sliding a free hand down the outside of his throat, Uhkon curiously feels at the form of his prey's body, pleased with the sensations the movement brings.

Tinges of blood tease Uhkon's taste buds, his tongue running over shallow, fresh wounds along the man's waist, where his fangs nicked him. Blood is something many siren enjoy, even to the point where some tear their meals apart, but it tends to attract unwanted attention in large quantities. Uhkon, safe in his cove, could take to ripping his prey apart, but he finds devouring them whole is far more enjoyable, reasonable, even, likely a thought left over from his ancestry. His prey suddenly jolts, a feeble attempt to escape that costs several more fangs sinking into the soft skin. A small cloud of blood floats in the water around Uhkon's face, filling his senses. He feels the need to move on with his meal, worried an uninvited shark mer might show up.

Getting his maw around his prey's bottom, all that's left is the legs. Uhkon takes to pushing the prey down his throat with his hands, trying to speed up the process. With each swallow, the sailor gradually enters Uhkon's stomach, being forced to curl around himself as the organ stretches to accommodate it's meal. To any onlooker, this might look extremely painful to Uhkon, as more prey enters, the more his skin seems to stretch, even to the point of becoming semi-transparent, but for the predator this is only bliss.

Nothing now but the sailor's feet are left outside Uhkon's maw, and those too he slowly slurps into his mouth to send down with the rest of his meal. Arching his back, Uhkon traces the remnants of the sailor trailing down his throat until it reaches it's final destination. Floating face up, Uhkon paws at his distended belly with his webbed hands, sparing glances at the man now curled up inside. Faintly, the sailor is visible from the outside, Uhkon's stomach lacking pigment causes it to become somewhat see-through when he has a big meal, allowing any interested onlookers to see inside.

Smoothing over his tummy, Uhkon basks in the shadows of the cave, enjoying his prey's struggles to escape, watching him press his hands into his stomach lining and kick to be free. Uhkon has a feeling that one of his boyfriends might show up soon to dote on him and his tummy...

[cal-writes]

Give us more immorcation au, please. It's so cool! Zoro has issues, delicious :)

well since 💡🌌 did end up pulling ahead on the poll i suppose i gotta

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Zoro sits out there in a rickety folding beach chair, his hair bleached silver by the moon. A bottle of liquor is constant companion. The sky is indistinguishable from the ocean, a vast black abyss they are heading towards. The cool night breeze makes Law shiver. He keeps walking on his socks, flicking on the light of the cockpit so they can both see. It burns his eyes.

Zoro sits up a little, his eye a narrow slit as he glares over his shoulder. The expression holds no teeth. "Turn the light off." He says.

"It's so dark out here." Law tells him.

Zoro turns back to stare out into the dark. The crescent moon gives him a broken halo. "A light won't change that." He says and Law turns off the light with a soft click. The wire of the bulb takes a second longer to realize its death, fading away slowly. Law wraps his arms around himself as he stumbles across the deck to where Zoro is sitting.

From here he can see the vague reflection of the moon, giving an edge to where the ocean ends and the sky begins but all it does is make Law think they are trying to consume each other.

Zoro taps his leg, gesturing to the side of the boat where another folding chair sits in the shadow. Law grabs it to settle in next to him. It feels unstable when he sits down, the fabric pulling taut at his weight and making the wood creak.

The bottom of the bottle bumps against his knee and Law grabs it from Zoro, taking a drink. It's plum wine, sweet heat on his tongue as it travels down his throat. He hands it back.

"Doesn't it scare you?" Law mutters, straining his eyes to see the confines of the ship. His shoulders tense in the anticipation of dismissal.

"What?" Zoro asks without judgment.

Law gestures vaguely out into the dark. "Just- the nothing." He settles on. He shivers, tucking himself into the chair. "Can't see anything out there."

Zoro huffs softly. "Plenty of things to see." He says, pointing up at the sky.

Law follows his guidance. The wood of the folding chair digs into the back of his skull as he cranes his neck. Now that his eyes have grown used to the night, it reveals itself to him. Pinpricks of starts join the moon bit by bit as if to watch its patch across the sky. Law stares in silent wonder. He can't remember ever seeing so many stars in person. More and more keep coming the longer he looks, turning the sky from an abyss into a glittering painting.

"Huh." Law's face strains as a smile pulls at his lips. The old air making his skin feel stiff. He dares a glance back to Zoro, his face outlined in soft silver and his gaze reverent as his chin is tilted upwards. "I guess the stars are still the same." Law notes, hating himself a moment later for ruining the peace.

Zoro inhales deeply and looks back down. "Yeah. The silence is different though." He takes a swig from the bottle held loosely between his fingers. Before Law can think to apologize he continues. "The Sunny was never this quiet. Even at night." He says, his voice thick with sorrow.

"Was that your ship? The Sunny?" Law asks gently.

"The Thousand Sunny." Zoro says, the ghost of a smile quirking the corner of his mouth. "Franky build it." He adds and the information feels significant even if Law can't place the name. Zoro sits up with a deep sigh, his breath leaving him with a faint mist. He holds the bottle against his forehead, eyes closed and moving his lips as if in silent prayer. He lifts the bottle and tips it as if to spill a bit of wine onto the deck but seems to think better at the last moment, lowering it back down. He digs his fingers into his eyes, elbow resting on his knee.

[firefirefruit]

Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Thirty-Three

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Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

Chapter Thirty-Three: Sharp Metal, Be Damned

Zoro doesn’t know why he does it. Perhaps it comes from the pain that he had felt, from Raya’s thorned arms plunging into his, merging into an infinite circle of torture. Maybe it’s not that, but the way she’s moaning out in her sleep, blood and tears melding together on her face as the very definition of torture. 

He watches her tremble in her unconscious state, her body spreading over his legs in cocooned fear. And he knows – he knows that if she were awake right now, he would not have this chance of watching her breaking apart so easily, so transparently. 

He does not know, though, whether what he’s doing is right.

In a twisted way, he’s feeling touched. 

He feels touched, to finally see her, the her that bears no façade – the her that can laugh purely and cry deeply and feel fear unapologetically. 

But at the same time, he feels incredibly uncomfortable. Uncomfortable, knowing that if Raya was awake right now, he would not have been allowed to see this side of her so easily. She wouldn’t have been laying in his arms, shrapnel studding through his own scarred skin, and she definitely wouldn’t look as vulnerable as she’s looking now. 

Would he want to be seen like this, unconscious - trembling and bleeding, moaning and crying, in front of the person he hates the most? The thought of it makes his stomach turn. 

He silently looks down at her, lips pursed in thought, his hands slowly inching away from hers. 

Zoro doesn’t know what to do. Whether to put her in the medic cabin alone, to battle with her own deep-seated issues, or… he should keep her in his arms, lying on the empty deck, and witness something that almost.... feels forbidden to his eyes. 

Raya moves around, one of her hands gripping his arm, the other laying flatly on his chest.

And instantly, complete and utter pain sears through his own body. Without warning, the metal plunges in and cuts Zoro with such callous ferocity that it makes him take in a deep, hissing breath. Blood trickles out from beneath his shirt and on his arms from where her fingers touch.

He looks down, staring at her glimmering fingers. Her fingers, that look so innocent, so unaware of the pain they’re inflicting, that for some reason, it makes Zoro want to steel his resolve even more and block out the torturous throbs that they give.

Really, Zoro doesn’t know why he does it. He was meant to pick her up, carry her to the ship, and set her to rest—all away from the overwhelming herd of panic. 

In one way or another, Zoro went off track. Suppose he could blame it on his lack of coordination skills, even if it isn’t true. Even if that’s the furthest from what really happened.

He slowly untangles an arm around her, and without thought, he places a hand over her prickly palm, softly disconnecting it from his chest. 

He raises her hand to his lips with calm movements, uncaring of whether her talons stab through his cupped palm.

Raya moans out loud, but to Zoro’s surprise, she uses words this time. His warm breath bated, his lips pause a few millimetres away from her jagged skin. 

“I… ’m sorry…” she mumbles.

And that was it. That was the trigger.

Zoro softly lays his lips on her fingers, kissing them – sharp metal, be damned – prolonging the moment as much as he can. 

He lays another closed-mouth kiss against her fingers, softly brushing his lips over the coolness of her metallic arsenal. 

“I know,” he whispers. 

Her hand trembles in his grasp, the sharp edges of the metal digging into his skin, but Zoro doesn’t flinch. Instead, he continues to press soft kisses against her hand, his touch gentle and soothing. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispers again, her voice barely above a breath, her closed eyes brimming with tears.

Zoro’s lips curve into a small, understanding smile as he gently lowers her hand back to the deck. His touch lingers for a moment longer before he pulls away. “I know,” he repeats softly, his voice filled with a warmth that surprises even him.

So much to be said - and some other things not. 

At this moment, in one of those rare junctures in his life, Zoro truly feels afraid. She makes him feel afraid. Maybe a little angry, too, because never has he met someone as frustrating, as insufferable, as haughty as the likes of her – well, if you don’t count the shitty cook.

What’s more frustrating, though, is that this type of anger feels different to the one that’s reserved for Sanji. It feels more personal, more terrifying, more… fragile. 

Zoro doesn’t deal well with fragility.

He stares down at her, sighing in reluctance. She’s got to go. To rest and get treated, and all that.

He looks at his own gaping wounds, the blood that still seeps out of him. He feels light-headed, odd discoloured spots coming into his own vision, but still, he pushes the pain into the back of his head and lunges into a stand with Raya in his arms.

Zoro’s boots creak heavily against the planks, his legs moving sluggishly towards Chopper’s workroom, making sure that at least Raya can rest properly.

Damn this woman. She may be fucking awful to be around, but he’d rather go see her snarling at him than see her buried deep in the ground. He doesn’t want to hear it again - those finalised, definite words confirming a person’s death. Similar to those awful, goddamned words he carries with himself to this day. 

“Kuina is dead. She fell down the stairs.”

He gently lays her there against the white sheets. His breath is ragged as he watches her, the waves lapping silently around the curtails of the ship.

Then, all of a sudden, his knees hit the floor. 

Is it the loss of blood that makes him fall so suddenly? Honestly, he doesn’t care - because, at this moment, he’s making sure she’s not going anywhere. 

Moonlight filters in through the window, splitting into multiple rays as it lays softly against the brown colour of her hair and the honey-coloured skin of her fingers. He reaches for her wounded palm again, inching closer to taste the sensation of her fingertips against his. 

“’M sorry,” she slurs out again.

“Me too,” he simply replies.