#shio's writing

[sirshio]

What I was going to write: a sweet fic about Dakavendish

What I am actually writing:

- Cavendish's journey to himself in which he learns to love and value himself and his life

- Dakota's realization how much he is not okay

- a catlike alien with a mission on Earth, in which he has to team up with Dakota

- a concept of traveling between parallel realities (and a gadget that makes it possible)

- some alien culture

- a descendant of both Doofenshmirtz and Ferb who is also a mad scientist

This fic is still about their love for each other, of course, but...

[gisenne-flameheart]

Flame, Encased in Crystal

Here is the first short piece written by the amazing Shio @the-littlest-kojin after we discussed and shared our ideas. Shio then wrote more for me. All Shio's work can be found under the tag #shio's writing

Striding up the mountain, Gisenne hangs up the linkpearl, Y’shtola’s warnings still ringing in her ears. Cresting the path, crowned with gleaming giantsgall crystals, she slows to a stop - a crimson-cloaked figure floating in the air above her.

On-guard, she slowly approaches - only to freeze in shock as a familiar voice meets her ears.

“Such an exquisite sight,” the voice says - so warm, so safe, like comfort, like home - “A canvas of vibrant colours. As was our world too, once.”

For long seconds, the only sound is that of the wind, and the rustling of the voidsent’s cloak. The Warrior of Light, working on reflex, reaches into her robes to grasp her soul crystal - the proof of her pact with a fire-voiced fiend, her confidant, her ally.

“...Are you the one who destroyed the treasure vault?” she asks, barely above a whisper.

Turning to look at her, holding his cloak across his body, the monster’s gaze is piercing as he examines her.

“I am. Rubicante, the archfiend of fire.”

There is a long pause as he continues to examine her - or maybe she just imagines one. Her heart is thundering in her ears, as each word makes it harder and harder to ignore that she knows that voice.

“A monster in flesh, yet in spirit I remain a man - a prisoner of the past,” he continues - his voice soft, and deep.

His gaze turns to the side, sadness filling his tone.

“Such tears I wept when Darkness consumed the world. Until Lord Golbez came, and spoke of salvation. Thus do I walk proudly at his side, to see his dream fulfilled.”

His gaze returns to her, piercing and weighing her. “Your heart is pure. For benevolent cause, you seek the dragon.”

“...As is yours,” she cuts in, her voice equally soft. “I know you, Rubicante. I have heard your conviction. Your cause is as pure as mine.”

Lowering himself to the ground, clawed feet landing upon the grass, he stands over her. Looking down at her, the wind snapping his cloak, his eyes fill with sorrow.

“We knew we were going to come to cross-purposes. This was always a danger.”

“I know,” she responds. “But I need to stop your Lord Golbez.”

“And I cannot let you. If you would continue, there is but one recourse.”

Sadly, she nods. Grasping the stone, she pulls it from her robe, gazing at the black crystal - shot through, she realises, with hair-fine tracery of crimson red - red like the cloak in front of her. Raising her eyes to look at the fiend, she nods down at the crystal questioningly, and raises an eyebrow.

“The pact will function,” he tells her, solemn. “I will honour our deal - give you power, even to this end. You have not betrayed your cause.”

Stowing the crystal again, she nods, drawing a shaky breath. “I am sorry that it has come to this.”

A sigh escapes the voidsent’s lips - the air from it warm, washing over her like a summer breeze. “As am I. I shall await you at the summit - come, and weigh your cause against mine.”

Without a further word, he turns into a flash of flame, and is gone - up, towards the very summit of Khadga.

-

Standing on the stone platform, the Elezen draws her scythe - holding it in the ready stance as she taps upon the power of her Avatar - the Pact with the voidsent standing in front of her.

Looking down at her, he smiles, drawing himself up in turn - drawing, she knows, on the wellspring of aether she has fed him.

“You stayed the course,” he pronounces, as flames start to swirl. “As I knew you would. As too will I! Come!”

Without a word, Gisenne leaps into battle - blinking back tears as she swings her scythe.

-

As the fiend falls to one knee, he laughs. “To defeat all of us archfiends… You are strong indeed.”

Reaching out one hand, warm fire blossoms from his fingertips - washing over Gisenne’s wounded, exhausted body. Unafraid, she steps into the flame, trusting the voice that has been at her side for so long. Behind her, running up the path, she can hear Zero’s shocked cry, and she holds one hand out, gesturing for the half-voidsent to wait.

Flames, crimson and gold, envelop her form, enshrouding her, encircling her - and when they dissipate, she is rejuvenated. Her wounds healed, her exhaustion burned away, her body mended.

“Zero,” she murmurs, solemn.

“Yes?”

“Please… Crystallise him.”

A look of bafflement on her face and Rubicante’s both, the black-clad woman limbers her scythe, gathering aether about the blade.

“Why?” Rubicante asks. “Why preserve my existence? I have been a persistent thorn in your side.”

Stepping forward, the Elezen raises one hand, resting it on his jaw - ignoring the near-burning temperature of his skin to give him this measure of comfort. “Because, you have also been my friend, my aid, my confidant. And I do not wish to lose you.”

Closing his eyes, the archfiend laughs. It is not a kind laugh - self-mockery and self-deprecation echoing from the crystalline surrounds.

“You,” he finally concludes, “have an odd definition of ‘friend’. And to do this would be to put myself yet further from my goal - a true death.”

Nodding, Gisenne looks up at him. Her gaze is heavy as she weighs her options, and his words. Finally, she speaks, her voice halting and quiet.

“...I would be most saddened to be deprived of your counsel - and our pact. If you truly wish to die, instead of be crystallised, I will not stop you - I could form a new pact. But your soul and mine… They are akin. They resonate. Surely you have noticed such?”

“...I have,” he murmurs. “And your cause is worthy, it is true. You truly value my counsel over that of any other?”

“I do. I trust your words - they are warm. And we resonate. Our souls… We are on the same wavelength. Do you not feel it?”

“I… I confess, I do. And what kind of man would I be, if I deprived you of my power before your own heart is fulfilled, and your goals complete? You are the flame I spent so long trying to preserve, it seems. The sun is represented in you - my sun. I will keep you burning.”

Her mouth agape, the Reaper watches as the towering figure turns to the woman behind her, resolve in his eyes and steel in his voice.

“Memoriate - crystallise me. I will aid my sun as best I can from my lithified prison.”

Stepping aside, the Warrior of Light watches as the strange ally from the Thirteenth does her magicks - and catches the small shaft of crystal in her palm.

Its presence is warm - comforting. The aether swirling within is familiar, half the essence of her Avatar, ready to mingle with hers.

“Zero,” she calls out. “Do you think the alchemists at the Great Work would be able to make him a custom body, the way they do Vrtra?”

Her expression as unreadable as ever, the Memoriate strides over, looking down at the piece of stone, held clasped in Gisenne’s hands. “It is not impossible. But I do not know; you would have to ask them. Are you to go there next, then?”

Nodding, the Elezen turns on her heel. “We are. Could you please fill the Scions in on what happened here?”

“As you wish,” Zero murmurs, watching her fellow Reaper stride down the mountain - back held stiff and straight, the crystal clutched to her breast.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

You Belong To Me 18+ Shio Yotsurugi x Fem reader/WC:900+/ Resident: @enchantedforest-network Synopsis: Something can over the calm and cool demeanor of Shio. Seeing the attention you were getting from other men irked him. Getting you home he has only goal in mind. He will give them something to stare at and make sure they know who you belong to. TW: Rough sex, possessiveness behavior, vaginal penetration, cream pie, suggestive language (slut), breeding kink, choking, power control behavior, moaning, orgasm, finger sucking, mentions of oral sex (unedited)

Your mind was a bit hazy, the room was filling with your moans and pleads, the piercing yellow eyes of Shio focused on you, you could see him flexing his jaw. Snapping his hips against you in a rough manner. His large hand around your neck applies pressure just enough to heighten your experience even more. “Always so messy aren’t ya?” The deep voice of Shio spoke, breaking eye contact for a moment to see your juices on the sheets. Bringing his attention back to you, the corner of his mouth slightly curled up. 

“Sh-shio~” you slightly gasped for air. 

The hand that was around your neck began to slide up, his thumb dragging against your bottom lip. Tilting your head down a bit as the tip of your tongue brushed against the tip of his thumb. Your lips would finally wrapped around the tip of his thumb. “Fuck,” grunting as he thrusted harder into you. “So proper out and about but you couldn’t wait till we got home…Seeing your pouty lips wrap around my cock on the ride home like the needy little slut. You knew exactly what you were doing to me tonight." You  sucked on his thumb as he heard you playfully giggle at his comment. The amount of attention you got tonight made him feel a bit more possessive than any other night. He watched how the men looked at you as you walked past them. Still keeping his cool composure on the outside but on the inside he was raging, wanting to smash every single one of there heads in for looking at you. He could just imagine what they were thinking about. He was one of them until he claimed you as his. He had been busier the last few nights and you were feeling needy, wanting his attention. The low cut cleavage dress that snugged to your body. The way your chest brushed against his arm. Feeling his hand wrapping around your waist. Whispering how badly you just wanted to go home and play with him. You were feeding his ego the entire night and it worked. You didn't expect it to work so quickly to, he would usually have you wait a bit before he excused you both for the night. He was becoming lost in his own pleasure and the thoughts came to his mind many times. Shio pushing them in the back of his mind a few times but it was harder now. He himself being part of a large family, he thought about the idea of having his own. Keeping the Yotsurugi family name going on in his own kids. It would also mean the first one out of his brothers to have the first child. The possibility of giving him more control in the Yotsurugi family. Not that it was the first thought in his mind at all but over the weeks it was becoming more prominent now. Just tonight seeing how the men were looking at you, he had a goal in mind. Feeding his own power driven needs for you to now carry his child.

His hands reached for the back of your thighs lifting your ass off the bed, both of your legs dangle over his shoulders. His large figure begins to press into you deeper, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix with each powerful thrust. His hand grasped your jawline while the other hand pressed  against your abdomen as he could feel his cock sliding in and out of you. 

“You can take me so well…Atta girl…” The bead of sweat formed at his temple. "Remember no one else can ever make you feel this good but me."

“Your so deep Shio~” whining out loud as his girthy cock was stretching your warm slick walls. His warm breath was hitting your dampened skin.

“Who do you belong to?” his voice straining to compose his. 

“You~~~!” “Who now?” he spoke in a taunting voice. “I’m not just you…I will ask you one more time.” Snapping his hips harder into you with each word “who” snap “do” snap “you” snap “belong” snap “too?” 

“I-I belong to Shio Yotsurugi! Fuck just like that Shio don’t stop mmmmmmm~~~” the glossy appearance in your eyes. The more he thrusted he noticed how snug it was becoming for him to thrust into you. The dominating trait he carried so well, you were getting off as he could make you say things in just a instant. You had no control when it came to fucking. He had all the control you loved every bit of it.

“You keep clenching like that I’m not gonna last much longer.” he began to panting. “Don’t think I’m gonna pull out this time, your gonna take all my cum tonight.” 

You looked at him with flushed cheeks. He always pulls out and cums on you not in you, knowing what it could lead. It caught you off guard. “What?!” the only word that could escape your lips.

“You heard right” you could see the vein extending on the side of his neck “After seeing all these men, even my brothers looking at you tonight…We'll give them something to look at when they see my child inside your belly growing. They will know who you exactly belong to.” 

The thoughts started to invade more as his focus of trying not to cum was becoming harder for him. Filling that empty womb of yours was going to be his mission right now. The woman who drove him crazy with lust was going to take it all right now. “Shio wait~~” you were getting so caught in your approaching orgasm as your cunt was tightening around him. Your breaths becoming shallow and rapid. Trying to get a word out was impossible right now. “There is no waiting, I've waited long enough. I’ve been itching to fill this pretty little cunt up with my cum.” This was strained slightly. “You will be carrying a Yotsuguri child in this womb of yours. My child.”  

Giving you a rough kiss as his lips connected to yours. His thrusting became messy as his hands pressed against the mattress to hold himself up. The sound of his skin slapping against your as the tension builds in his lower abdomen. The last few thrust he pressed his pelvis deep into you hearing a deep groan from him as his seed began to fill your empty womb. Your own body tensed up your nails digging into his shoulders as your high was being released. Shio closed his eyes briefly, savoring the moment realizing what he had just done. Letting out a low sigh as his eyes opened up once again looking down at you. He pressed his lips against your forehead . “You will always belong to me…You always have.” his hand once again pressed against your lower abdomen feeling the bulge of his cock still inside of you along with his cum in your now full womb. "This is just the start, we aren't done."

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A/N: Hey babes! I know this series is very new still not a lot of detail is out about Shio yet. There will be more out soon in the coming chapters(I can't wait!). I have talked to a few people in regards to writing this fic, and discussing about him. Please understand this is my own personal take on him. Thank you to @kenpachisbrat & @benkeibear listening to me be a feral gremlin about him!

[slttygeto]

lord have mercy

[shioaoi]

Caitlyn is crumbling under the weight of it all.

It feels like the entire weight of the world is on her shoulders.

The people of Piltover are looking at her for safety and protection; the people she defied her mother to serve. The merchant houses are looking at her, expecting her to step up and be the leader of her house like her mother was, yet she and her mother never saw eye to eye, unable to agree on thing and yet so deeply loved eachother. The council is looking to her to resolve the cities conflicts, wanting her to be a part of a game she never wanted to be a part of.

She's crumbling under the hatred, the anger, the guilt.

She's the cause of all of this - because she didn't just be the daughter of house kiramman; because she had to stick her nose in places she shouldn't have; because she fell in love.

Her affection for Vi caused her to hesitate, made her not take the shot. And now she is desperate to fix things as it all slips between her fingers. She has to fix things because that is what she has to do as leader of the Kirammans, no matter the cost.

But at least she has Vi, who understands her pain, understands her part in all of this. They're together; can burden that weight together. They will set things right.

That's not how it goes though, because a single act of kindness caused a young girl to become involved.

Vi won't let another child become like her, like Jinx. Won't let someone else go through that same trauma. She has to stop this despite being willing to let Caitlyn kill her to get to Jinx.

But Caitlyn is already too far gone. She was so close to being free of it all - avenging her mother, righting the wrongs caused by her meddling. And the one who was supposed to be there, shouldering it with her, won't let it end.

It's the last straw. Vi was all she had, the one good thing to come out of all this pain and misery, the only person who didn't expect things from her because of her name and status. She should understand, why didn't she understand.

So she has to go. Caitlyn can't let this girl mess everything up. She has to rebuilt up these walls, become what her mother always wanted her to be.

Become what Piltover is expecting her to be.

[the-littlest-kojin]

The Journal of Shio Shinju: "The Rite of Succession" (Dawntrail, Journal III)

Spoilers, up through MSQ "The Rite of Succession"

The Dawnservant has two crowns.

Before anything else is noted in this journal, that must be - for I feel it will inform the future.

It has been a turbulent time since alighting upon the docks of Tuliyollal. Truly, this city is a beautiful seaside gem, and I can see why Wuk Lamat was singing its praises so effusively.

Since arriving, I have five happenings of note to document - and I profess myself unsure what of them is the most important, and so shall document them all here in the order in which they occurred.

- First: Wuk Lamat professes her trustworthiness - proclaiming to have never broken her word. If I am to support her claim to the throne, I will need to do what I can to educate her that deception - of any stripe - makes her untrustworthy.

I do not expect that I will succeed, but nothing is to be lost from the effort.

- Second: I have learned much and more about the history of Tuliyollal - a young nation, as the age of nations is reckoned, being founded personally by Gulool Ja Ja himself. I will not recount the full history lesson I received, but I shall note a few points from the lesson I found salient, specifically, to wit:

The act that was considered the beginning of the founding of the nation was a truce, in a war between Xbr'aal and Mamool Ja. I find this noteworthy when combined with the fact that the Dawnservant has explicitly permitted and encouraged the use of foreign allies in his Rite of Succession, showing that he fosters peace in his successor.

Additionally, the Tural Vidraal Valigarmanda - "The Skyruin" - is considered in Sharlayan to be potentially mythological, but here in Tural, it is not only documented historical fact from within the lifespan of many people, but is in fact on the flag of the nation of Tuliyollal itself. This shows that the peoples of Sharlayan, to put it politely, need to start listening to more foreign sources in their information-gathering.

- Third: I learned that the Mamool Ja I had previously encountered in the Wanderer's Palace, Molaa Ja Ja, was the leader of a group known as the Silverscales - and was of a category known as Blessed Siblings. It is most unusual to see such a level of variation in one species that some have one head and some two, but it is apparently a not-uncommon - although still unusual - phenomenon with the Mamool Ja.

- Which leads me to the fourth point: I have met the other claimants. I have not yet had a chance to build an impression of them all yet, but none of them seem to entirely understand the point that I can see that Gulool Ja Ja seems to be making.

Zoraal Ja, the First Promise, is described by Erenville as a warmonger, and the depth and scale of his ambition and appetite seem like that of an ocean abyss - he is the one that I have been previously told "cannot be allowed to rule". What little impression he gave seems to be someone who play-acts the part of a ruler's son, as opposed to somebody who connects with his people.

Koana, the Second Promise, apparently spent some time being educated at the Studium - he seems to be keeping himself mostly to himself, and is an innovator by inclination. I have no particular issue with innovation, but I do not know enough of Koana to pass any kind of judgment.

When I was a young child, I would spend my time swimming alongside ships belonging to the Confederacy in the Ruby Sea. There were some sailors who always wanted to pick a fight with me, full of brash noise and bravado, and seeing them always makes my fingers itch.

Bakool Ja Ja, the only claimant not a child of Gulool Ja Ja, makes my fingers itch. He does not seem to have any policy or particular drive, which makes me wonder - why is he here? He has obviously gone through quite concerted effort to be here, so I am forced to question why.

The structure of the Rite is one of explicitly following in Gulool Ja Ja's footsteps, re-enacting each of his great Feats that led to the formation of his nation. Clearly, he intends for the claimants to learn the same lessons and necessities that he himself did springing from said acts in the first case. However, as it stands, I expect that none of the four claimants realise this, and I do not know enough to say if any of them will learn it.

- Fifth, and finally, when I entered the throne room to meet Gulool Ja Ja for the first time, he was having a spar with Estinien. The force of the blows being thrown around was far greater than most people would have considered a spar, but I know my fellow Azure Dragoon well - he was not particularly exerting himself to be doing so.

However, neither was the Dawnservant.

Estinien directed his attention towards me, and I hope he challenges me to a spar at some point - I have not had a chance to flex my muscles in a leisurely combat in quite some time.

When all of this is said and done, I cannot help but return to my original observation - the Dawnservant does not have merely one crown. Is he hoping that one ruler may sidestep some issue that he himself ran into, being of the "Blessed Siblings", or is there an additional, eleventh-hour catch to the Rite that is yet more layers upon layers of subtextual lesson?

On more mundane matters, the tacos that were briefly ordered (before being brutally killed in a bit of posturing that made my fingers itch) smelled delightful, and I cannot wait to try them to see how they taste, and the inn room that Erenville arranged for me is quite luxurious. The open wall to the waves is relaxing - is this standard for inn rooms here in Tuliyollal, or is Erenville merely familiar enough with me to be able to predict my desires?

Things to ponder on the morrow, I feel.

[veryaren]

Hello! I'm quite new to the idv fandom, and I was wondering why luchinini is so popular among many? No hate or anything like that towards it, I'm just curious!

welcome. it is batshit in here be prepared. AS FOR YOUR QUESTION.... I actually don't know. for me it's the character dynamic. I think they fit together well as far as complimenting eachother. antonio is a romantic hedonist who lives to love and be loved. and luchino is. WELL. other than being a freak for reptiles. a logistical sort with a great curiosity and an even GREATER penchant for sating that curiosity. other people might have different reasons!!!!!!!!!! I just think personality wise they compliment each other well. It's popularity (i say that lightly) could honestly potentially be attributed to the fact they're both Italian. WHICH IS KIND OF FUNNY. a lot of ships are very random here anyway so I wouldn't be surprised lol

[black-salt-cage]

Stimboard prompt : Send me a character from any (allowed) media and I will determine what kind of character they'd be in the MLP:FiM universe Character : Shio Kobe (Happy Sugar Life) Answer : - Name : Salt Angel Species : Pegasus Special Talent : The curse of remaining captive to the twisted love of others and the destiny to repeat the cycle in search of her own lost love ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ Question by... myself!

[ladygwyndolin]

It's time! Chapter SIXTEEN(!) of my Happy Sugar Life sequel fanfic "Or Help One Fainting Robin" is now live on AO3! "Access To Axes" introduces a complication to fate that could prove to be a greater danger than any detective. Or...could it perhaps be an ally?

[vinnigami]

Raidou must be very thankful for his title being his name instead of his actual name by now!

yeah i’m sure he is

[maoisarap]

(Overshadowed Stress) | Maoru/Self Ship Event Story!

Featured: Rumi Shio (S/I), Subaru Akehoshi.

(Please let me know your thoughts~)

Rumi: (Yawwwnn) A few papers checked; many more to go...

Rumi: (My eyes hurt from these horrible lights, and I want to go to sleep, but these papers need to be done.)

Rumi: (Courses like this sometimes make me regret for wanting to become a producer—)

Rumi: Oughhh. No, I shouldn't think like that! Without becoming a producer, I wouldn't have met Mao and the others...

Rumi: Sigh. I wonder how he's doing right now. Enjoying himself with his friends? Lying in bed and reading his manga, ready to drop the book onto the floor and go to sleep without knowing? (Frowns.)

Rumi: I shouldn't let myself get distracted - back to work! The faster I get this all done, the faster I can perhaps see him. Right...?

Rumi: (The students around the grounds are more cheerful than ever. Is there something going on that I didn't know about? How strange... or maybe it's just my tired mind.)

???: RUBERRY~ HUG ATTACK!!

Rumi: A-AHH! Huh?! Woah!

Rumi: Subaru?!

Subaru: Hi Hi~✩ Haha!

Rumi: You're lucky I didn't drop any of this stuff! Where did you appear out of? I couldn't even sense you near me, even!

Subaru: Really? Because I've been trailing after you for a while and calling out your name, Ruberry~!

Rumi: ...

Subaru: Hey... Ruberry? What's with that frown all of a sudden? Are you feeling unwell? (Reaches hand out to touch their forehead) Maybe I should call Sally and—

Rumi: (Steps back), I'm fine Subaru. There's no need to call for him at all. I'm just very busy, is all.

Subaru: Even now? It's lunchtime. Why don't you come sit with the rest of us, Trickstar, and have a bite to eat? Your work can't wait until afterwards.

Rumi: Subaru, I can't.

Subaru: Please~? We've convinced Sally to take a break and join us! Plus, we all miss you! Trickstar isn't really Trickstar without the five of us all together...

Rumi: ...

Subaru: I promise not to steal your food this time, so please?

Rumi: My answer is still no. Maybe tomorrow? I want to get all this done.

Subaru: But... (and they've left...)

Subaru: (I don't like this side of Ruberry... they're not so shiny when they're like this...)

Subaru: I'll have a talk with the others about them. Maybe the rest of Ruberry's other friends know why they're overworking themselves, too?

[sirshio]

Yaaay, I wrote my very first fic about Dakavendish! I mean, wrote the whole thing (because I'm in the process of writing two more fics).

I hope you don't mind reading with Google translator, because it's written not in English. Also I know there are some Russian-speaking MML fans, and I hope they'll notice my fic too.

(Русскоязычные фанаты ЗММ, я знаю, что вы здесь! ✨️)

This is a pretty small (ca. 1600 words) ficlet with a flashback of Cavendish's youth, and I so hope you all like it!

I'm so excited! ♡

P.S. I'm synesthetic, so I just couldn't help but gave this ability to Cavendish (since he's my huge kin).

[gisenne-flameheart]

Meals and Musings

Another piece from Shio @the-littlest-kojin after discussing survivor's guilt that Rubi might experience. From what I know of 7.0 so far I may have plenty of ideas for these two in a completely different context and setting - a more relaxed vibe which they all well deserve both <3

Standing over the pan, Gisenne hums quietly to herself, slowly turning the wooden spoon dextrously between her fingers. Turning the food to a high flame, she hears the vast, heavy footsteps of her love behind her. Leaning back into his touch, she smiles quietly as his arm wraps across her shoulders - warm and pleasant to the touch, as ever.

“It’s nearly done,” she murmurs, “And I hope you will like it.”

Gently taking the spoon from her hand - the implement seeming utterly miniscule in his larger hand - Rubicante dips it into the food, bringing it up to his face. Gently sniffing it and placing a small portion in his mouth, he starts in surprise.

“I was… Not expecting the sense of taste to be so potent. The Alchemists were… Surprisingly skilled at creating this body. What was this dish called?”

A low laugh escapes Gisenne’s lips as she turns in his embrace, looking up at his face. The surprise painted across his inhuman features is obvious, and brings a smile to her own visage. Gently kissing his jaw, the warmth radiating through the point of contact, she takes the spoon back, resuming stirring the pan. “It’s called paella. It’s one of my favourite foods.”

“I see. I am… Still adjusting to having a sense of taste at all. I think I would need to eat more foods before I could declare this one my favourite. However… I do enjoy you cooking for me.”

Humming again, Gisenne rests her shoulders against his chest. The smell of seafood permeates the small kitchen as she watches the crust slowly form, in the embrace of her lover.

“So voidsent do not have a sense of taste, then?”

“No. Absorbing aether does not have a taste - more of a feel. So culinary matters are… Novel, to me. Lots of things here are.”

Hearing the melancholy in his tone, the Elezen frowns. Turning in his grip again, she reaches up to gently cup his jaw with one hand. Stroking the warm flesh gently, she meets his gaze with hers.

“What’s on your mind, my Ruby?”

A sardonic laugh meets her ears as he shifts - carefully, in the kitchen he is much too large for - until he is seated. Gently pulling her into his lap, his large hands softly caressing her body, he shakes his head.

“This world of yours… Is a wonder. It is a shining jewel, after so many years in the Void. Your star is one of bounty and plenty, and a part of me keeps wondering - when will it all turn to ash, and dust, and smoke, as everything in the Void did for so many years?”

Shifting herself closer to him, cradled in his grip, Gisenne makes no response, giving him the space he needs. Gently, she strokes his jaw, silently trying to comfort him as he is vulnerable.

“And my brethren… I weep for them, my Sun. Golbez may have not been entirely honest with me - with all of us - but I do not know. I cannot know. And regardless of his honesty, or intentions… It is a cruel fate for my Voidsent brethren, to be trapped in such a cycle.”

Gently pulling his face down by the jaw, the Elezen presses a kiss to his jaw, unsure how to respond. Cradling the back of her head with one vast hand, he laughs again, the deep sound resonating through her body.

“Here I am bemoaning the state of the Void with my beautiful Sun in my grasp. What fool I, to sound so ungrateful-”

“Shh,” Gisenne interrupts him, her voice soft. “You are not ungrateful. You are speaking your heart - and you are always welcome to do so here.”

Dipping his head, he presses his lips to hers for a slow, lingering kiss. His hands caress her back as he holds her close, slowly breaking the kiss. Warm breath washes over her face as he smiles at her - a small, secret smile.

“I love you, my sun. But for now, shall you finish cooking? I would love to share this meal with you - and many more to come.”

“Of course, my Ruby,” she murmurs, gazing up at him beatifically. “And we will share those meals while working together for your goal - you are correct, and I want to aid you, now and forever.”

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

That's My Good Girl 18+ Shio Yotsurugi x F! Reader Resident: @enchantedforest-network /WC:900+/ Synopsis: Knowing he has a lot of work on his plate the man is prone to stress. You now what exactly helps him relieve the stress. Testing your limits you want to see how much you can full take of him. TW: Oral Sex (giving), Pets names (good girl), calling him daddy, gagging, masturbation, cum shot, rough handling (unedited)

 

For the amount of time, he has dedicated his life to the Yotsurugi gang. It was a lot of pressure on him being the first adopted son who kept a cool demeanor, and always had to think strategically. You could feel the tension built on his shoulders, even though his posture was always so proper. Your fingers dig into his shoulder to remove the knots that formed. You were facing him as you sat on his lap. Both of you still clothed the smell of the mixture of expensive perfume and cologne you both were wearing hit each others nostrils  Closing his eyes for a brief more savoring how your fingers tried to relieve the tension. You already served him a bourbon on the rocks that was placed on the coffee table. He only sat on the couch for less than 5 mins. “I need to get back to work,” Shio's eyes were still closed as his assertive voice filled your ears, one of his hands rested on your ass the other on your lower back.

“I think you can spare a few mins of your time. From what I’m feeling on your shoulders you will feel better once I’m done.”

Shio slowly opened his eyes. “You think that will relieve the tension I always carry?” he asked. 

“Do you doubt my abilities can relieve your tension?” your hands began to comb through his hair. "My fingers are like magic. Aren't they" giving him a sly smile.

Hearing the challenging words coming from you. “Prove me wrong then.. If you can.” 

The pushing back slightly “You will.” As  you continue to keep eye contact with him sliding down his lap. You slowly settled between his legs as you were on your knees. Your fingers began to tug at his belt buckle.Your fingers brushed over his bulge that was in his white slacks. You could feel his cock pulsate at your touch. The sound of his belt metal clinging as it became undone.

Shio watched as you began pulling his pants down along with his briefs. Your dainty polished fingers wrap around his girthy cock. You heard a throat groan coming from him. You tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. Your fingers slowly began to stroke his semi- hardened cock, your lips coming to the tip of his cock giving it a kiss. You felt his erection becoming harder as your lips pressed against his tip. Sticking your tongue out slightly as you start at the base of his cock dragging it up to the tip. 

You were teasing him a bit knowing how his cock was responding to your tongue as you could feel it pulsating. You made eye contact with him still continuing to drag your tongue against his cock.

Shio continued to let out the deep low groans. Seeing the cheeky smile on your face. Be wanted to see your lips around his cock. Grasping your cheeks stopping you from licking his cock he learned forward a bit. “Why don’t you stop playing and show me what that mouth of yours could do like a good girl now?” 

He released your cheeks as he leaned back on the couch. You were going to follow his orders. “Like this daddy?” you cooed as your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock only sucking the tip.

“Just like that…. That's my good girl. Don’t be shy to show daddy how deep you can go now.” his 

It was evident you couldn’t fully go as deep as you wanted; he was too big for you. You began to test your own limits this time. Trying to relax your jaw a bit you slowly began to bob your head up and down. Controlling your breathing as you started to go a bit deeper. Shio could see you were testing your abilities more about taking more of him. His hand resting on the back of your head. "Your lips feel so fuckin great around my cock pretty girl.”  Applying a small amount of pressure to your head as you were bobbing. “Keep going just like that.”

He could feel your saliva coming from your mouth as it began dripping down to the base of his cock. Your hand was still stroking him, lubricating your hand to slide up and down more easily. Your other hand on your thigh. “Fuck” he could hear you gagging with the more pressure on the back of your head. He didn’t want you to stop. He was reaching his peak quicker and quicker. Balling a fist of your hair in his hand, the rush of his orgasm approached his rougher handle he had on your head he pushed your down as far as he could holding it was you felt the warm seed spilling out of his cock filling the back of your throat “make sure you swallow all of it like a good girl now. Every last drop...” panting as I saw the tears fall from your cheeks. When he finally released your head you removed your lips from around his cock as you were trying to catch your breath. The saliva with a bit of mixture of his cum dripping on your chin. Shio looked at you heaving a bit he slightly leaned forward his thumb dragging from your chin to your lip. Placing the rest in your mouth “I told you all of it.”

Seeing your mascara slightly running. “Do you feel better?” you could still he he was hard even after coming right now.

“You proved me wrong this time... Since you did such a good job to relieve me of my tension now it’s your turn… Take off all your clothes and lay on the bed...Daddy will be there in a moment. You will reward your hard work.”

To be continued~~~~~~~ 🤭

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[krysmcscience]

New chapter for Breach, and a few little edits to prior chapters! Also I hope you like character interaction, because there is a heckin' lot of character interaction!!! OuO

Red is having such a day, lemme tell ya. (And it's only going to become more of a day the second he goes back into his dorm.)

Also, Ghost is back, and now y'all finally get to see him in his Normal Settings! (There is nothing normal about this stupid squishbaby.)

Has Shio been hiding some Knowledge ever since they first showed up? Maybe. Probably. Definitely. (And did they manage to be convincing about it in the process? I sure fucking hope so.)

[shioaoi]

I have a fun lil idea of a Vi character study fic to go alongside my Caitlyn one, but I’m gonna wait until after Act 2 to make sure I have certain motivations and thoughts right first.