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sheep-and-lykos · 3 years

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Sinful: Scion!Hanzo x (Implied)Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Here it is! So sorry it took so long :c

Working at GameStop during holidays and now all this buisness is not fun lolol

But here is something for the trouble!

Includes: Spanking with objects, mentions of buttplugs and collars, Switch!Hanzo and Switch!Reader, dragons, hair pulling, cumming inside.

Song Choice: Freak - Doja Cat

The Shimada clan was one to be feared; Not only in the beautiful imperial islands of Japan but all over. They were powerful business partners other mafias and organizations would kill to have them as partners, able to supply weapons and trained deadly armored guards at a moment's notice. However, strike their match's bud the wrong way and whoever the poor sap started the fire will get burned and it will be devastating.

You should know, you've seen what happens to ex-business partners that try to get their revenge on the Shimada's. Your husband was vicious as he was quick to dish out punishment. Hanzo was a stern, powerful leader, yes-

But he was so incredibly wrapped around your fingers, ready to bend to your will at your call.

Which lead you to where you were at this very moment.

There was a room that was special to you two only, a room you both keep secret as well as the many treasures that lay inside its cavity. Nobody is allowed near the room. Choice guards, maids, even the elders he denied.

The usual light lacquered wooden floors lining the flooring of the whole castle was covered in a deep red carpet soft to the touch, but still tough enough to bite at your skin should you rub into it for too long. The familiar shoji walls were covered with black paint and silken curtains and sound-proofing foam in case things were to ever get too loud for your likings. The doors even had three different key locks you both made sure to change often out of privacy. Dark cherrywood dressers were full of not only lingerie and sleek black leather harnesses, but a variety of toys in various degrees.

Vibrators, plugs, gags, handcuffs, whips and riding crops, studded belts, blindfolds, ropes of various textures and twists were some of the many you had in every dresser.

You stood before Hanzo who had been kneeling on the carpeted floor for some time now. His bronzed skin had slowly been turning a grueling pinkish tone from the grading carpet sprigs, surely they were going to be sore when your night of debauchery ceases, maybe even a little scratched up. You made sure to remind yourself to pamper him afterwards once you both had returned to your chambers after this was done.

His thin ankles had been pulled together by a single, long blue silken strap, a tight knot decorated with a bow on top had tickled the exposed joint of his ankles, his toes twitching and curling somewhat with every light breezy stroke on the sensitive skin. He barely could shift his feet if he wished to.

His hands had been bound behind his back by two matching ribbons. One kept him together by his forearms starting from below the bend of his elbows down the length of his muscular forearms, tying at his wrists with a sloppy bow. The other ribbon started where the other ended, wrapping around both palms to keep them closed, binding fingers closed as well. The ribbons creaked eerily every time his muscles twitched. You knew that your husband was strong enough to break them with only a simple flex and pound into you mercilessly. You could barely suck back in the drool from spilling over your swollen lower lip, just the sight of your muscular husband tied up like a puppet had been doing wonders on your pulsing hot sex. Muscles held back by silken ribbons, dipping and digging into every bulge of hard muscle.

You slowly stepped behind Hanzo, pacing around him carefully on the tip of your toes as to lessen the amount of noise you made. You circled him like he was your prey (even though you knew you were in fact the prey here, Hanzo was merely allowing you to mess with him). You had stripped him of the pristine white button-up, still clean and crisp as if he had just gotten it, his sleek black dress slacks as well. He kneeled before you in only his underwear. They were cheap, something Hanzo wore only when you both agreed upon a night for yourselves. They were uncomfortable to Hanzo's royal jewels, but it was much more satisfying to rip them off of his body to reveal his cock and balls. Besides; the underwear was made of a cheap and thin material, you could see the bulge of his cock pressing up against the cheap boxer-briefs.

You hummed, strutting behind him to the cherrywood dressers, specifically the middle one. It had a large hutch on top with doors where you kept the riding crops. You saw Hanzo's shoulders stiffen upon hearing the familiar squeaking of the doors opening, his toes curling into the carpet sprigs. The corners of your lips twitched upwards into a coy little smile.

You slowly glanced over the many types of crops and other tools deemed well enough for spanking. Amongst riding crops hanging up were a single piece of bamboo that was thick enough to not break apart upon spanking and a cricket paddle with the word 'Naughty' written sloppily on it. Multiples whips of varying origins laid curled up on the bottom, one from Australia from before radiation consumed most of the Outback, one from Texas made from only the toughest of bull hides, one was personally made for your private meetings with your husband that laid in a fine loop of black shiny leather with small spikes down the thin leather. It was perfect for when you wanted to see him squirm during important meetings, little welts down the curves of his sculpted ass cheeks, hot throbbing pain fading to dull pulses the more he sat on that wonderful ass of his.

You decided upon a riding crop from England's finest for only the most finest of racing stallions. A thick black leather handle, squishy to the grip, perfect to hold and to never lose grip upon bringing it down onto flanks (of various species). The tube pristine and a shiny matte black finish on cool hollowed steel. The head of the crop was polished leather, blackened and shiny, ready to once again crack against Hanzo's flanks.

You spotted how his shoulders had shifted upon hearing your selection, trained ears picking up the soft clinging of steel against the hooks that held it up in the cabinet. A smirk curled up on your lips, seeing Hanzo's shoulders strain and tense, ribbons creaking as he twisted his wrists slightly.

You chuckled under your breath, slowly walking up behind your husband, the riding crop swinging lazily with every movement of your arm. You stopped yourself behind him, opting to lift up your foot and press it between his shoulder blades, putting just enough pressure to force Hanzo to bend at the waist and press his forehead against the scraggly carpet.

"Now," you tutted, walking to his side, "how long did it take for you to come up here? How many minutes were you late by?" you hissed softly in his ear.

"Seven minutes, my diamond."

"And what pitiful excuse do you have for me?"

Hanzo swallowed thickly, finding his throat suddenly dry and tight.

"A meeting had run late, my diamond. There is no excuse."

"And do you know what your punishment is? Making me wait so long, I nearly relieved my pent-up tension without you."

"Please forgive me, my love. I will take whatever punishment you put upon me."

"I expected nothing less." You walked behind Hanzo, seeing his body tense up a bit, no longer feeling your presence beside him. You raised the head of the riding crop up to the cheap underwear. You bent down a bit, hooking a finger in the waistband of the cheap bargain brand boxers. You gave the waistband a quick flick, letting them snap back against his waist before rehooking a finger around and pulling them down the curve of his sculpted ass. You gingerly caressed them for a mere second before gripping the riding crop harder and stepping back. "Seven strikes for seven minutes. Then maybe, maybe, I will let you finger me until I come."

"Whatever to please you, my dearest," he called from the floor.

You raised the crop, tightening your arms back you released the coil in your shoulders and allowing the crop to crack down on Hanzo's ass. Hanzo moaned in pain softly, knees buckling and spreading farther apart. The ribbons hissed, Hanzo's fingers flexed and curled in tightly to form two fists. A shiver ran down Hanzo's back violently.

You strutted out from behind Hanzo, cocking a brow at how silent Hanzo had fallen. Thick raven black strands of hair were already clinging to his tight jawline from sweat, some had fallen over his eyes. You waited a mere minute, dangling the riding crop loosely in your ringed fingers, waiting for him to open his mouth and count.

"Hanzo," you tutted like an annoyed mother, "you're supposed to count dear. Or do I need to start over? I'd hate to restart, even if you were spanked once."

"I am sorry, my love."

You watched as his adam's apple bobbed up and down deliciously. You licked at your bottom lip slightly, eyeing him as if he were a prized cut of meat being seared deliciously. There was a slight taste of the creamy lipstick gracing the tip of your tongue, smoothed colored beeswax and shea butter briefly filled the cavity of your mouth. You swore you drooled at the sight of him.

"Good. Now, what was that?"

"One, mistress."

You strut behind him once more, Hanzo tensing once more as he saw your heeled feet leave his peripheral. You purred, raising the riding crop once more and letting it whistle as you swung it back down.

A sharp crack against Hanzo's lower right hip had Hanzo bend over just a bit, his knees part just a little bit apart and letting him sink down closer to the floor. A cry pressed at Hanzo's lips, a hiss leaving.

"T-Two," he stuttered.

You twisted the crop in your fingers, admiring how the leather shined nicely in the dim lighting. Two bright red welts were starting to form on Hanzo's hide.

You coiled your arm back and lunged out once more, this time earning you a cry from him, loud and open, right from his chest. His head shot back, jaw slacking. You had struck him right above his asscrack, watching at the toned muscles of his ass rippled slightly from the smack.

"Three," he gasped.

Your free hand reached out and snagged at Hanzo's loosened locks, free from chemicals and gels and sprays meant to keep up his appearance before the clan. Fingers anchored around locks of raven black, you tugged Hanzo's head back farther so he would look up to you. You could see his cock straining, still inside the confines of the cheap underwear.

Hanzo's eyes were squinted through pain, white teeth bared slightly.

"Whose cock is that for?"

"You, my love. Only you," he exhaled.

His back was bent at a slight arch already.

You spanked him once more with the crop, Hanzo's mouth opening to moan, eyes screwing shut. A light pink blush has spread over his cheeks and nose. His back arched more, a feat only achieved from his years of discipline and training.

"F-Four," he gasped.

"It seems you're enjoying your punishment." You cracked his asscheeks again. "I don't think this is working, I may need to step it up, Hanzo."

"Five," he moaned. He blinked, tears had gathered at the corners of his eyes but had not fallen. "My love, I assure you, I am learning from this."

You squinted at Hanzo, debating if you should plug his asshole with a vibrating buttplug and leave him bent over, hunched down with his forehead to the floor and ass in the air for all to see.

Another crack, this time a single tear was jerked free from his left eye from the pain, a serpent's hiss pulling from Hanzo's gritted mouth.

"Six."

"You're my little bottom bitch, aren't you, Hanzo?"

He nodded wordlessly, panting as if he ran a marathon. Hell, he was sweating as if he had been.

It was at least somewhat true. Hanzo loved it when you dominated him, especially after a stressful day of leading the Shimada Clan and being the most feared yakuza boss in all of Japan.

But that didn't mean he was a full-on bottom.

You were suddenly reminded of Hanzo's brutal strength when the ribbons hissed and creaking, suddenly looking very worn and on the edge of ripped down the middle.

What you would give to be fucked right now, for Hanzo to rip out of the ribbons and fuck you until you forgot your own name.

Your grip on Hanzo's hair tightened before you pushed him forward, delivering the final crack on his asscheeks.

The ribbons wrapped around Hanzo's wrists had snapped apart with a very audible rip straight from a movie. Hanzo's hands gripped onto the carpeted floor, nails biting into the soft sprigs of colored wool, scratching raised grooves into the carpet as Hanzo's back and shoulders rolled back, head ducked below his shoulders. Sweat glistened like sparkles on his bronzed skin, intricate tattoos shiny in the low lighting.

Hanzo rolled his shoulders back, lifting his head, raven locks clinging to his sweaty neck and shoulders.

You watched as Hanzo had shot up from the floor, launching himself at you. You could only let out a short yelp before he had you pinned to one of the walls by the throat, the riding crop falling to the carpeted floor. Your fingers gently scratched at Hanzo's tattooed wrist, a soft squeak let open lips as Hanzo looked at you dangerously. He was panting like a wild animal, and the dampness in your panties did not help your fantasies of getting fucked by as if you both were wild creatures did not help.

You were yanked until he had pushed you violently back, your back now up against the lip of a lower dresser full of toys. You only got to see maybe a moment of Hanzo advancing towards you before you were flipped so your stomach was pushing against the rounded lip of the dresser and your face pressed against the flat top.

"Hanzo," you whimpered, gripping at the back of the dresser.

"You are not the only one receiving punishment tonight," Hanzo growled in your ear. "I saw you relieving yourself earlier this morning when you thought I had already left for my meeting."

Your eyes widened a bit, cheeks flushing at the thought of you getting caught by Hanzo masturbating while still in bed.

Hanzo quickly yanked down your soaking panties, groaning with delight at the sight of your bare pussy before all but ripping off the cheap boxers off his person.

You felt the thick head poke at your ass before he slid it along, pushing into your dripping folds as he completely covered you with his bulky form. Hands on either side of your shoulders, trapping you from moving. You winced as he ground against your bare ass, a growl leaving his lips as he shoveled his nose into your hair.

You winced as a sudden electric blue light filled the dim room, the bright neon hurting your eyes for a mere second before it had faded.

You knew what had happened as you quickly felt little clawed feet gently latch onto the sweaty skin of your legs and hips. His duel dragons had decided it was time to make an appearance at this very moment, feeling their master's fierce arousal as well as the tense feelings from your spankings. It was a nice reprieve to have cool watery scaley skin hovering just barely over yours, but the pinpoint prickling in your hips from their claws only made you whine impatiently.

Your mouth suddenly opened, neck flexed yet no sound came from you as you felt Hanzo sink himself fully in, stretching you. You threw your head back, eyes screwed shut once more as Hanzo growled into the crook of your neck as he began to piston his hips.

Snapping his groin back and forth quickly, pounding into your throbbing sex, you both fell apart in moaning messes. Hanzo had placed more of his muscular weight on top of your back and shoulders, forcing you closer to the dresser until you were pressed flat. Hanzo's hands snatched at your waist, nails biting into your delicate skin. Cresent moons would be carved into your naked flesh, they'll be red and sore come morning.

You cried out as Hanzo plowed into you without mercy, pent up agitation on top of being spanked and teased relentlessly finally snapped something inside of him; It seemed to have brought out an almost feral side of him.

You licked your lips in anticipation, stopping yourself from drooling against the flat surface. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your mouth hung open slightly from the pure pleasure you were feeling right now. You loved how fast the coils in your cunt and gut tightened until it was white-hot and you came on his thick cock, seemingly spurring him on to make you come at least twice before he finishes, but something about him right now had you thinking he wouldn't let up after he came once.

Hanzo clamped his teeth down on your shoulder as you moaned out, feeling the coils of your orgasm tighten.

Pain and pleasure never felt so good together.

"You're such a filthy little slut," he growled in your ear. His sharp teeth nipping at your earlobe. "Look at you, greedily taking everything I give you. Nothing but a doll in my hands, to do with as I please."

"Hanzo!" you cried, feeling the tightness in your gut start to burn.

You were close. And the twitching of his dick inside of you showed he was too.

Hanzo snatched at your hair, gripping it tightly, arching your neck back but you managed to look at Hanzo out of the corner of your eye.

"What are you?" he snarled.

"I'm yours!" you sobbed.

"Who do you belong to?" he demanded.

"You! Only you!"

You came violently, Hanzo had let go of your hair to allow you to snatch at the dresser and shudder as your orgasm ripped through you, your slick coating down Hanzo's cock.

You felt the two dragons nose at your sex, licking up your orgasm with their little forked tongues, their cool little bodies felt so nice on your heated flesh. They nipped at your inner legs, little fangs and claws on your sensitive spots nearly had your knees give out.

Your eyes fluttered as you came down from your high slowly, going slack between Hanzo behind you and the dresser beneath you until his pace grew sloppier by the thrust until he came.

He threw his head back slightly as he came, mouth open as he released a groan of pure pleasure. Hot ropes of precious Shimada cum coated your insides, painting them white as Hanzo rode out his climax inside of you, a few more lazy thrusts as he shuddered. Cum leaked out from your sex and dripped onto the floor, needing to be cleaned soon or else you faced a soiled carpet, but something told you that you would have a light stain forever on the dark carpet.

Hanzo didn't even bat an eye as he grabbed onto your waist and twisted you, tossing you to the floor. You landed on your back with a gasp, looking up at Hanzo. You suddenly felt like prey, but the sinful blush on your cheeks only buried yourself deeper in the sin bin as you stared up at him breathless and panting, still leaking cum down your thighs.

Hanzo glared at you, playful hints in his dark amber eyes.

"Look at the mess you have made of the carpet," he teased. "Must I teach you the lesson this time?"

You had failed to notice Hanzo had grabbed something from the cabinet, and now a thick leather collar was held tightly in Hanzo's grip as he loomed over you.

You had a feeling the carpet would need to be changed out after tonight.

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dongiovannaswife · 3 years

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No one like you | GioLena

Second part to Giorno’s birthday fic, this time nsfw!! Mdni. Please read the warnings and read responsibly.

CW: dry humping, oral (m receiving), breeding kink, stand play, overstimulation and edging, creampie, soft but rough (?) S*x, dirty talk, little tiny bit )( of manhandling and language warning (I mean,,,, lmao). In short: horny dons. Bonus; after care with soft moments and a bit of humor unu (little bit of jealously, but nothing exaggerated —includes food mentions.)

Tittle ref; no one like you by scorpions ;)

Set the night after gettting there —i didn’t had the energy to write all that, sorry ;w;

Part 1. Part 2.

When the sun rises high in the sky at noon, the couple arrives at the apartment once again after a short trip around the surroundings. Tourism, he had said to her in a cheeky tone —and even if they hadn’t bought anything at the moment, there were some souvenirs they had thought to get their family and friends, but nothing sure yet. Australia was a paradise, and Giorno couldn’t get enough of its beauty.

But right now, none of it was more important than the question lingering on his mind, tied explicitly to another kind of need.

Exploring the apartment, Giorno found himself wondering when his wife would lead him to the bedroom —he was more than eager to get there.

And soon enough, she looks up at him over her shoulder, hips swaying in a teasing manner as she opens the door, stepping inside in silence with him trailing behind. “And this, birthday boy, is the bedroom —as you can see this apartment is more of a small house.” She winks to finish her sentence, hands on her hips as she turns to look at him and stop before him. “Hope you like it, baby.”

Closing the door at his back, the Don’s green eyes quickly scan the room. White and beige walls surround them with the queen sized bed resting in the middle of it. The bedroom is connected to a bathroom through a burgundy door. It doesn’t have decorations yet, but he can think of them later.

Giorno almost purrs when his wife presses her chest against him, distracting him from everything; the sudden contact makes him shiver, feeling the size difference more than ever. The way she looks up at him through battling eyelashes and a fake innocent smile making him twitch instantly, starting to get hard.

“So,” he murmurs, finally getting back to that question, wrapping an arm around her hips, “You said you are my gift, didn’t you?” his hand drops lower, gripping at her ass. “Tell me, baby, do I get to fuck my pretty little wife already?” she whines, eyes closing with raw need as her fingers sink into his biceps. He chuckles, darkly even, as he leans over to kiss her forehead.

“Don’t get so shy now, you’ve been teasing me all day. Isn’t this what you meant?”

She hums, reaching up to cup his face and bring him down for a peck that becomes two, three, four until he growls onto her mouth, biting at her lip so she moans back, and taking advantage of it, his tongue quickly finds its way inside her mouth, exploring and tearing moans and gasps from her before he pulls away —a string of saliva connecting them as he pants, eyes closed and cheeks flushed.

“Gio,” she calls, breathless. “I wanna make this all about you.” She runs a sharp black nail over his jaw, smirking when he opens his eyes and his pupils almost hide the green pools she loves so much.

Giorno’s chuckle rumbles through his chest, devil like but still soft, “Baby, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. You sure?”

She smirks, standing on her tiptoes while he bends over so she can reach his face. Tilting her face, she goes for his ear, where she whispers. “You know I am, Giovanna.”

He smirks, hands traveling downwards until he cups the back of her thighs, at first gripping at the flesh until the gentle feeling of her arms around his neck gives him the green light to lift her up, making her wrap her legs around his waist as he stands to his full height, walking blindly to the edge of the bed.

“Giobaby.” She murmurs in a singsong tone, leaning in for a kiss that doesn’t fail to make him stop and focus on it, grunting when she cups his face and presses her chest against him, making his mind race with all the thoughts he had been repressing.

“For fucks sake, Helena.” He murmurs when he breaks the kiss, panting against her lips as her lips curl up in a smirk. “You always do this.”

“What?” she murmurs as he finally makes it to the bed, turning and sitting at the end of it with her straddling his hips.

“Drive me crazy.” He hooks his fingers over the straps of her sundress, sliding them down until her shoulders, cleavages and a part of her chest are exposed —he leans down then, smirking and sighing once his lips land on the skin of her neck, leaving a few openmouthed kisses there as she sighs, arching her back onto his touch. “See?” he whispers, lips grazing her skin as he spreads his palms over her hips, trailing down until he brings the dress up to her hips and, with his hands settling there, his grip tightens as he pushes her to his clothed erection, pressing down enough to tear a delighted whimper from her. “That’s what you do, doll —make me so fucking hard.”

Lena’s breath is hitched and her voice is barely above a whisper as she mutters, cheeks flushed as she keeps pressing down onto him, “It’s so strange to hear you curse, baby.”

His chuckle sends a shiver down her spine. “Does it bother you?”

She hums in a negative answer, cupping his face and pressing down as she pushes her chest onto his, biting his lip so he opens his mouth and, this time, it’s her the one exploring his mouth as he gives up control, letting her grind and touch him as she pleases. Although he could push her down and take over, the feeling of her smaller form on top of his, dominating and tearing such deep and raspy moans from his mouth has his head spinning, lost in the moment.

“Tesoro,” she calls between pecks. He grunts, hands clasping around her waist as he coaxes her into moving on top of him, simulating her movements as if she was riding him. “Mhm,” a moan cuts her off, but she keeps on through pants and the smallest of voices. “Do you trust me?”

Giorno’s hands stop their movement, letting her sit on his clothed cock as he gives her a soft, half lidded gaze. “With my life,” he confesses. “Why?”

His answer comes when the smell of lemon tea fills his senses as she reaches over, unwrapping his left hand from around her waist and places her open palm against his, intertwining her fingers in a silent confirmation that she truly trusts him —all while her eyes never leave his, serious despite the need behind the sweet light brown of these. The language of her orbs asks for his consent, for a way to keep going.

His fingers intertwine with hers, slowly but firm enough to make her smile at the feeling of his warm hand clasping hers. The rustle of a chain emerging from her ribcage makes him look down as it circles all her arm from the elbow until it reaches his hand, where it wraps around his hand and travels down to his wrist, where it forges a connection between them, represented when the chain closes it around itself, the red from the fire subsiding until it turns into black.

A warm feeling spreads through his wrist and down his arm, reaching his shoulder and quickly spreading through his chest as Wire starts to act upon him. If he had to put it into a metaphor, then he’d compare it to the feeling of someone digging into his soul, looking for the place his stand resided. Some could claim the soul overtook the shape of the body, but he was sure the soul existed apart from the body.

Wire can extract a part of the soul —and despite how scary that is, technically, he doesn’t feel anything but admiration as his wife leans closer, kissing his lips as her stand looks through him in search of that special part of his stand that she needs.

The chain comes back to life, shining red for a moment before her eyes turn golden when she breaks the kiss —and he takes this as a sign that she found it, and is burrowing it.

She smiles, letting the chain disappear. It is not necessary to keep it out while she uses the ability.

“Ready, baby?” she asks, hands massaging his shoulders while she expects an answer.

“Always, amor.”

She grins, letting Gold Experience’s power flow through her.

And then, the cool air from the room hits Giorno’s skin. Looking down with a raised eyebrow, he’s met with the sight of every piece of cloth of his turned into sunflowers, pooling around them. Chuckling in amusement, he looks back at her, noticing her dress still on. “Aren’t you overdressed, sweetheart?”

She shakes her head, standing from his lap and, parting his legs with her hands on his thighs, she kneels between them —a mischievous smirk present on her face as she replies, “Patience, Giogio: we’re just getting started. This is your gift, remember? After this, you can do whatever you want.” The warm feeling from before comes back as the soft scent of lemon tea fills his senses: that part of his stand is back.

He groans, “You know I get selfish when you say things like th— fuck.” He tenses his jaw, mouth falling closed as he stares at the image before him: her hands are so small she has to use both to circle his cock, black nails contrasting with her pale skin and making the vein on the side of his length stand out as she slowly pumps him, using one of her thumbs to spread the precum through the head, and down as she keeps lowering her caresses. She stares back at him through battling eyelashes, as she leans in, slowly and teasing. Her tongue darts out, licking her lips first before she kisses the tip, circling her tongue around it and sucking it in inside as far as she can go without hurting herself.

“Baby,” he mutters through gritted teeth, hands reaching out to tangle themselves through her curls, gathering them into a messy bun; even with the thought of snapping his hips up and burying his fingers onto her scalp, he stays still, fingers carefully trading through her hair so he doesn’t mess up with it. “Don’t hurt yourself.” He murmurs lasts, thinking back to that time she opened her mouth far beyond her limit, cutting off the side of her mouth. Despite his desperation, the last thing he could think of was harming her.

She hums around him, sending him a kind look before she closes her eyes, bobbing her head up and down as her hands work around the rest of him. Giorno’s eyes close as he throws his head back, mouth falling open as he allows himself to let loose. Being his voice the only thing he still has control over, he allows himself to whine, moan and groan as she keeps on.

A sudden moan from her sends a shiver down his spine, making him throb. His eyes open immediately as he looks down, watching as she rubs her thighs together, hands and mouth still around him. A smirk crosses his features as he grunts, slipping a hand into her jaw to make him look up at him.

She pulls away enough to look up at him. Drool and precum stain her lips and chin, and the sight almost makes him burst right there.

“As much as I love your mouth, I want you in all fours, hm?”

She hums, letting go off him —he lets go of her hair, letting it fall down around her shoulders and waist in waves. Some curls long undone, instead hanging in messy wavy strands. Giorno extends a hand out, supporting her as she stands up and, without letting go of her hand, he stands from the bed too, following her lead as she circles him, “Wait,” he whispers, seeing her stop with her back against him. Stepping closer he presses himself against her, leaning down to speak directly into her ear. “I’d like to tear this dress off you, but I would love to fuck you on it later.” He chuckles as she shivers against him. His hands reach forward, lifting the dress above her head and, throwing it somewhere around the room, his eyes scan her immediately, freezing on a certain piece of cloth still reminding.

Lace panties. Intricate designs that wrap around her hips, teasing and elegant all in one.

Giorno chuckles, running his palm over her hip, pressing himself into her backside, “Anything else you’d like to surprise me with?”

“Perhaps,” she mutters back, twisting her head still in her position and, kissing his cheek, she kneels in the bed, not before whispering something else before she gets into position. “Look closely, baby.”

She bends over, elbows propped into the bed as she arches her back, pushing her hips back in the act.

His breath hitches as he notices, feeling himself get harder —lust growing even more, he almost chokes on his own saliva as he comes to realization that these lace panties are nothing more but crotchless lace panties.

Another chuckle rumbles through his chest, deeper. “I see why you decided not to turn around, wish my birthday was every day.”

She laughs, looking back at him over her shoulder, “It doesn’t have to be, or am I doing something wrong?”

“Don’t misinterpret me, bunny.” He grips at her hips as he stands between her legs, at the edge of the bed. “I said it earlier,” he grips at himself, rubbing her clit with the tip. “You drive me crazy every day, always. Forever. Whatever,” he growls as his mind starts to wander, lost in the feeling of her folds as he rubs his cock over them, teasingly. “You get me.”

She hums, forgetting the conversation as she sighs, letting her face touch the bed as whimpers fall from her lips, murmurs of his name in between as she wiggles her hips, desperate for him.

And he chuckles once again, running a finger up and down her entrance, gathering the fluid in it and smearing it over himself. “Look at this, all this just from sucking me off?” He pushes in, confident that she won’t be hurt after checking in. “So?” he murmurs, awaiting an answer as he keeps pushing in, letting her adjust to his size.

“Mhm,” she murmurs in affirmation, gripping at the sheets as she pants. “Just for you…” she bites her lip as he finally bottoms out, palms spread over her hips. “You’re so big — ‘m full.” Lena’s words become slurred by the end, cursing under her breath.

“I know, baby.” His fingers trace circles over her hip as he pulls out, slamming back again slowly. Enough to help her adjust and get comfortable. “But look how well you take me.” He thrusts again, fingers tightening around her hips in a bruising grip as he thrusts again, short and hard.

The moan that falls from her lips makes him smirk, thrusting once more as he stops, going as deep as he can go and reaching his hands out to her sides he pulls her against him.

Calloused fingers trace up as he sucks a hickey into her shoulder, feeling her tremble and grip at him at the same time. He’s dying to touch more. “Lena,” his hands cup her breasts carefully, almost like he’s scared to hurt her. “Does this feel good?” it had been a while since he had gotten to touch her chest, aware of her sensitiveness left from breastfeeding the boys —but lately, he had noticed her starting to get comfortable enough to press her chest onto him. It was like a silent signal.

And now, with her pleased hum and the way her head rolls into him, nothing else could confirm his suspicions. Rolling her nipples between his fingers, he starts moving again. Sharp, hard thrusts that have her reaching out to grip at his hair and moaning his name.

The wet sounds of skin meeting skin mixed with her moans make him groan and moan, cursing every time she grips particularly hard. Wrapping an arm around her middle, he supports her like that, flush against him as he keeps going, his other hand busy playing with her chest as his lips bruise the skin of her neck and shoulder, moans distorting his words every time he talks; pure filth leaves his lips as he does, voice deeper and filled with cockiness.

“Do you remember, doll?” he stops to accentuate his words with a hard thrust, waiting a moment to pull out and slam back in. She shudders, fingernails sinking into the arm around her waist as a moan leaves her lips and she leans her head back. Eyes blown out and cheeks red, she seems to plead for him as her lips part but nothing comes out, only pants. Giorno’s eyes quickly find the contrast between the hickeys and bite-marks all over her shoulders and neck, finding the image too much to bear. Closing his eyes and giving another thrust, he slows down so he can focus and speak, eyes boring into hers. “The last time I had you like this, well,” he smirks, snapping his hips into hers slowly now as he leans right before her ear, “You know what happened. Who happened.”

She mumbles something incoherent, nodding her head a couple of times as a moan tears through and her hips meet his for the first time —and Giorno’s heart skips a beat when he feels her gush around him, walls closing around him like a vice. His laugh rumbles through his chest, warm and teasing as he goes back to his bruising pace, hand leaving her chest and traveling down until the pads of two fingers find her clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves slowly; and pressing down when her hips starts to imitate the movement. All while she keeps gushing around him, panting and moaning his name.

“Gonna cum, baby.” She murmurs, broken and needy. He’s sure her nails are leaving marks, but he doesn’t care.

His hips stop immediately. The sudden loss of friction makes her whine, looking back at him through her shoulder as he pulls his hands away, lips curled in a devilish smirk as he coos at her to wait. Leaning down to steal a kiss, his tongue darts out as he licks her lips, humming when he tastes himself on her lips. She hums back, trying to reach for him.

But he’s faster, arms reaching out and laying her down into the bed —then, as he kneels in the bed, he pulls her up so she ends up laying completely in the middle of the bed. Parting her thighs with his hands, he kneels between her legs, massaging the trembling thighs as he looks down at her through half lidded eyes full of lust.

His eyes don’t fail to take her in every detail: cheeks red, lips parted and brow furrowed while she tries to process what just happened. Sensitive upon the loss of her orgasm. Hands at each side of her head, palms exposed and chest heaving with her elaborated breathing. Her hair, with some curls doubling the size as they become loose strands of wavy hair, frame her head as the sudden movement made them end up spread through the pillow under her head.

“Sorry angel,” he murmurs. “But I wanna cum inside of you —wanna fill you up nice and deep.” He smiles softly despite the intensity of his confession, leaning down to kiss her forehead and humming once her hands place themselves on his back, warm palms spread open. His hands reach forward, tearing open the panties —she doesn’t even care, lost on him. Not even when he throws both pieces of cloth that used to be her panties away, almost like that didn’t happen.

Her chuckle against his lips rises goosebumps on his skin as he pulls away just enough for her to talk. “Eager to make more so soon, love?”

He smirks, stealing one more kiss before he straightens his back. “You know we can’t because of your IUD,” he reaches down at his cock, guiding the tip in and pressing it in, watching with a bigger smirk as her mouth hangs open and her eyes close. “But as soon as we decide it’s time to give the boys a brother or sister,” he leans in, kissing her nose and leaning back while he takes both of her thighs, pulling her legs up his shoulders. Twisting his head to kiss her calves, he shoots her a wink as he ends up his small speech. “You’ll remember my words.” Reaching a hand out, he rubs her clit while pushing in, keeping track of her gestures so he doesn’t hurt her —when there’s no sign of discomfort and he’s bottomed out, Giorno’s eyes shot up to hers, holding her gaze for a moment. Softening, he leans in with her calves still on his shoulders. Only when she puts her hand on his chest in a signal that it’s too much pressure and stimulation he stops, mumbling. “I love you,” before he starts moving slowly. He can feel himself reaching deeper, feel her breathing against his face every time she moans and whispers.

“I love you too,” she whimpers out, “Happy birthday, baby.” She trails off, eyes closing as he hits that spot. Her nails sink into his chest, leaving red marks as she trails them down, unaware of her actions as she keeps moaning, mumbling how good it feels, asking him to keep going —and, low but audible for him, asking for his cum.

He groans, eyes closing tightly as his thrusts become erratic, desperate and, as he gets closer, sloppier and messier with each passing second.

Just when her palms leave his chest and circle his back, nails back at the skin of his back he opens his eyes, watching her melt as she comes around him, a high-pitched moan escaping and, right after, raging breaths stop her from breathing normally as her eyes lazily open to look at him. The sting from her nails leaving more red angry marks bring him to the edge as he licks his lip, biting on it before his mouth hangs open. Hot spurts shoot inside of her, tearing a few whimpers from her as Giorno shudders, burying his forehead into her chest as he goes for the last thrusts.

Only when he’s almost through his orgasm he buries himself as deep as he can go, putting his hands at each side of her head, taking a deep breath so he kneels in the bed, putting her legs down, at each side of his hips.

Lena’s hands reach out for him, cupping the back of his head and, with a small tug, Giorno quickly moves so she can get access to his face and neck, not without cursing under his breath as he watches her move under him —even when she whimpers with the sudden stimulation, she still leans in, sucking a hickey into his jaw, letting go as soon as she’s sure her mark is there: her head falls into the pillow and she keeps trying to come down.

“You okay, Lena?” he asks through pants, looking down at the place they’re still connected, noticing the way some of the mixed fluids trail down into the sheets even when he’s still inside. Feeling the marks sting deliciously.

“Hmh,” she hums, finger tracing the red marks on his arm. “You?”

He laughs, genuinely. “Of course —and I’m going to feel even better after this.”

She hums inquisitively.

Pulling out, he watches her mouth hang open for a moment, oversensitive from her orgasm and, of course, feeling it dripping out.

And he stays there, kneeling between her legs, watching his cum drip out slowly, staining the sheets as she whines. Cheeks flushed in a mix of pleasure and embarrassment.

“It’s okay, baby.” He whispers, noticing the last, “That’s…” he cleans his throat when he drifts out, mesmerized with the image. “—So fucking hot.”

She laughs, hands covering her face. “What a way to break in an apartment.”

Giorno laughs too, standing from the bed to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom. From there, he decides against it —asking instead, “Wanna take a shower, tesoro? Doubt you want to sleep like that after… That.”

Turning on her side, she frowns when the pain from his grip around her hips shoots through the zone and down her legs. “Yeah,” she shouts back, laughing quietly afterwards. “You just fucked my brains out —and I’m gonna walk like Bambi.”

Giorno’s snort is not missed as he starts to get the shower ready. Taking both their shampoos close and a soft, enjoyable body wash close, he puts two sets of towels within his reach. Walking back into the room, he allows Gold Experience out.

“Ready?” he asks, looking for one of his shirts for her to wear. “Goldie will take care of the sheets and the clothes.”

With the stand nuzzling her cheek as he hugs her from behind, Lena hums, mumbling her answer. “Uh-uh. But you’ll have to carry me, my legs are like jelly.”

He shakes his head, chuckling as he stands with a white t-shirt and her panties. “As expected, sweetheart.” He put the clothes in the bathroom, coming back to retrieve a pair of black boxers for him. Repeating the action, he struts back in the room with a small smile as he gets to feel the faint touch of her hands around his waist. The image before him confirms his suspicions; laying her head on Gold Experience’s chest, she nuzzles against him, sighing contently.

“Everything’s ready, Lena.” He comes to stop before the bed, sitting down at the edge. Reaching out, he puts his palm all over her thigh, noticing her frown upon the pain in the zone. “Sorry, angel. I’ll make up.”

“It’s okay,” she sits up, struggling for a moment. Even then, her lips curl up in the sweetest of smiles. “I loved it.” She winks last, making him blush as he shakes his head, standing back again.

“Doesn’t mean I’ll let you go around all sore, though.” Passing an arm under her legs and the other behind her back, he lifts her up bridal style, walking into the bathroom.

“Alright,” she laughs quietly, kissing his chest, right where the owl tattoo starts. “But please know I loved it when you kept cursing.”

“Oh?” finally inside the bathroom, Giorno stands and kicks the door close with Lena still on his arms, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow and an amused smirk. “Is that so? Horny baby.”

She laughs, wholeheartedly —red lights her cheeks up as he puts her down, circling her waist with an arm. His smile doesn’t fade as he helps her get under the shower, holding her up while her hands circle his waist.

“Hot or cold water?” he asks in a whisper, mumbled into her hair.

“Cold?”

The water starts running down. At first, she shivers under its touch, moving closer to him as he keeps holding her up. As they stand underneath the cold water, Giorno’s lips land on every hickey and bite mark, hands roaming through the spots he bruised to try and soothe the bruises. All his touch and the water leave on their path are goosebumps as Lena hums, leaning further onto him.

Lifting her head from his chest, Lena reaches out to turn off the water, grabbing Giorno’s shampoo from the side. Pouring some of it into the palm of her hand, she shoots him a brief look before he’s leaning into her —arms around her waist as he keeps holding her up, and face pressed into her shoulder so she can reach his hair. Massaging his scalp, the mint scent soon fills her senses and she smiles without even knowing. Humming a low tune, she keeps spreading the bubbles through his mane, making sure it doesn’t get into his eyes.

Water runs down Giorno’s hair and back —with his eyes closed and lips pressed in a tight line as she holds his breath in, Lena works quickly, getting some of his soap into her hands and washing his face in light touches. Washing it all off, she reaches for the towel to dry his eyes first. Green eyes open slowly, finding her grinning down at him, soft and in love.

“Your turn.” He murmurs, reaching out to her shampoo. The honey scent from it makes him sigh dreamily as he holds her closer, repeating the routine with her. He takes his time, hands trailing as he washes her off carefully, pressing kisses to every little bruise he finds. Any spot that could be sore in a few hours, he makes sure to kiss it and soothe it. He makes her lift a leg, holding it in his hand so he can clean her intimate areas, taking special care with how he does it so no soap gets inside —her hold around his neck is tight as her other leg shakes a bit. As soon as he’s done, she intends to do the same for him, but Giorno’s whispers makes her stop, reasoning with her that it’s too much for her. That, instead, she should just hold onto him while he makes sure to get the rest done. Even when she protests at first, he soon finds a way to convince her.

Forged in Fire in the background, the couple lays on the couch, watching the show with deep interest. As the introduction to the Scottish claymore starts, Giorno growls lowly, mumbling under his breath.

Lena frowns, ignoring David Baker’s brief appearance much to her dismay —Giorno would find amusing her admiration for him; he’s talented and his outfits are always on point, she’d say before rambling about the times he had forged in camera, — turning around to face her husband, she puts a gentle arm around his waist, settling her palm on his back. Giorno’s hand finds its place on her butt, spread open as he holds her shirt in place; even then, his finger still makes contact with the soft fabric of her underwear, and he takes note of it.

“What’s wrong, baby?” she asks in a whisper, eyes looking up at his through curly eyelashes.

“I’m hungry.” He mumbles with a frown of his own, uncomfortable with his sudden need.

Her smile lights up the room. “Not a problem. Should we get food delivered?”

He thinks about it for a second, “Fine, but I’ll open the door.”

Lena raises an eyebrow, looking at him incredulously. “You’re literally the one wearing boxers.” She looks down at him, blushing at the sight of his v line, but quickly looking up to find him smirking.

“Yeah,” he hooks a finger on the hem of her shirt —which is, in fact, his given the way the fabric pools around her thighs and the sleeves reach her forearms. She’s literally swimming in that shirt. “But you’re wearing nothing but panties and my shirt: and the latter, baby, is white. As soon as you step out,” he almost rolls his eyes at the thought, playful but holding a dose of reality. “Let’s say I don’t want to break someone’s nose.”

Lena laughs, flustered. She still nods, counterattacking. “Fine, I’ll take it. But,” one of Wire’s chains reaches out, retrieving her phone from the coffee table. “I’ll do it because one; I can’t walk and two; I don’t wanna step out like this.”

“Why?” he asks, genuinely concerned, would it be possible for her to feel insecure? Or…?

“It’s my day off and I don’t feel like explaining to the police or the locals why my husband punched a delivery man and I shouldn’t have to attend to a broken nose like this.”

He nods, containing his laughter —that joke got to him and he can’t deny it. “Alright, alright.” He hums, extending his hand out in silent question for her phone: when she places the device on his hand and he looks at the bakeries around the zone, a question emerges and even if he already knows the answer he still asks, already tapping the option to request said treat, “Any cravings, doll?”

“Carrot cake, of course! Wait,” she looks on, squinting with a funny crack on her nose. “I should ask that. It’s your birthday.”

He laughs, shaking his head. With a playful undertone, he says: “Okay, ask then.”

Batting her eyelashes like nothing happened, she shifts until her arms rest on his chest and she’s propping herself on the couch with her elbows, half laying on top of him. “Is there something you wish, Giobaby?”

Giorno’s breath hitches as he stares at her —she’s pretty. No, he thinks, perfect like this. Dressed on his shirt and so natural with no make-up; hair lightly out of place with beautiful wild curls framing her features. Kind brown eyes that bore into his soul with the sweetest of looks. And he knows that he’s so down and, at the same time, that doesn’t even worry him like it used to do when he met her, when his feelings started. Oh, no; right there, all he can do is reach out, cupping her face with a warm, large hand. Voice in a whisper, deep and soft as he murmurs, “Carrot cake.”

#GioLena #n sfw ish #why am i shy after posting this?? ajhsdjhd #i'll proofread this one later too adsd ;w;

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Strangers (Shalaska) - pureCAMP

A/N - inspired by the halsey song, my brain, and sponsored by lesbians

Summary: Sharon’s not gay. Maybe.

Alaska had missed her best friend way too much. As she walked towards the front door of her condo, the music already thumping in her ears from halfway down the street, she had to laugh at the decorations. A huge banner was strung up around the front of the house, with crudely spray-painted letters and glitter spelling out “WILLAM’S HOME!” Beyond that, all of the windows were lit up with whatever expensive lighting systems Willam had rigged; bright purple and blue flashing in all directions.

It was so Willam.

She slipped inside and found herself oddly relaxed in the midst of all the drunk, high, reckless bodies around her. She was already a little tipsy from pre-drinks, and it was such a Willam Belli party that the weeks she’d been gone suddenly disappeared from Alaska’s mind. She threaded her way through, knowing she’d find the blonde by the pool, probably out of her expensive outfit by now and in some kind of elaborate strappy bikini doing body shots.

“Laska! Ah, guys, Alaska’s here!” Willam called out, spotting her as she made her way outside. Naturally, the pool was filled with obnoxiously large pool floats, a minibar was stocked with drinks in the corner, and almost everyone was in some state of undress. Willam, to her credit, was wearing a one-piece, although it was more like a string of fabric just about covering what it needed to. Her wet hair suggested to Alaska that she had already gotten a little wild, but her skin at least was dry, though covered in glitter. She enveloped Alaska in a huge hug.

“I’ve missed you!” Alaska squeezed back. “How was Europe?”

Willam had been away on tour - she was starting to make it big in her music career, and that meant all of a sudden, she was miles and miles away, in weird time zones, living her best life. Alaska was proud beyond belief, but her absence had highlighted just how much she loved her best friend. Plus her parties - they were pretty legendary.

“Amazing! Bitch, get in here and try some of this!” A drink was all but shoved into Alaska’s hand, making her grin and start chugging as she knew she was expected to. Willam and the group surrounding her - no faces that she really recognised, but that was characteristic of a Willam bash - cheered and screamed.

Alaska laughed and sputtered. “That was fucking disgusting. You have the worst taste.”

“I know, right!” Willam grinned and pressed a sloppy, smudged lipstick kiss to the top of her head, undoubtedly getting lipstick and glitter in her hair. “Oh! You should go see Courtney too, Courtney’s here! I think she’s in the kitchen, but I don’t fucking know. Missed you, doll!”

Blowing air kisses, Alaska managed to extricate herself from Willam’s sweaty, chlorine and alcohol-scented grasp, winding past the slippery edges of the pool and the drunken party goers to make her way back inside. She’d stay a little while to catch up with Willam and Courtney, having not seen them in forever, but hopefully she wouldn’t have to stay too long.

It wasn’t that she didn’t wanna get drunk and party with her friends. It was just that… there was someone else on her mind. Someone she was hoping would text soon, and give her an excuse to leave.

The kitchen was busy, but with no sign of Courtney’s perfect curls anywhere. She’d dyed her hair pink a couple of days after her cousin’s wedding in Australia, and Alaska was dying to see it in person. But for the most part, the people in the kitchen were just blindly offering drinks and coke to people - the kitchen island looked like it had been dusted with flour.

“Want some?” A very drunk girl offered, her eyes dazed and unfocused. “I don’t mind sharing!”

Alaska shook her head. “Not really my poison. Thanks, though.”

The girl beamed, and Alaska headed out. Maybe Courtney had moved on to the living room, and was charming the drunks with her tan beauty and her Australian charm and her stories about good vegan restaurants. For someone who didn’t drink often, she was bizarrely good at fascinating crowds at parties.

Just like the rest of the house, the living room was packed with people, dancing to the music or chatting in groups or pressed into various sofas and chairs, making out. A quick scan of the room seemed to indicate that Courtney wasn’t there either - but someone else was.

She was wearing a black dress that clung to every inch of her body, highlighting every delicious curve. Her hair was curled, bouncing at her shoulders, and her lips plush and full and painted red. One of her hands was wrapped around a bottle of beer, while the other was pressed flat against some guy’s chest. Her body was draped over his, and from afar, Alaska could see a sickening, simpering smile on her face as she laughed at, presumably, one of his awful jokes.

It felt as if every breath of air had been knocked right out of Alaska’s lungs. She paused, winded, unable to stop staring and simultaneously wondering why the sudden pain in her chest refused to go away.

She knew that body. She knew it like she knew herself, knew it drunk or sober, knew it in the dark, knew it by touch and mouth alone. She knew the different types of gasps and moans and ragged breaths that she’d make when Alaska went down on her. She knew the whines and satisfied hums she’d make when Alaska’s tongue circled her nipples, when her hands palmed her breasts. She knew the taste of her favourite chapstick, how it felt to thread her hands through those curls.

Sharon was laughing daintily at some guy, and for an inexplicable reason it made Alaska’s blood boil.

As if burned by her gaze, Sharon looked away for a moment and immediately locked eyes with Alaska, her whole body freezing in shock. She seemed to falter for a few seconds, unable to do anything but stare - and then she turned back to the guy she was practically on top of, and smiled apologetically. Alaska caught her mouthing “one second,” and “an old friend,” in a coy, flirty manner, before she all but raced towards her.

Within seconds, she had grabbed Alaska’s arm and pulled her out of the room, leading her into the empty foyer and shutting the door behind them. Alaska half expected her usual sultry, lidded gaze, her eyes to be clouded with lust, but instead she was met with a furious glare.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” She rushed out.

Alaska blinked, confused. “I’m friends with Willam.”

“Since when?”

“For years. We go way back, to like, middle school.”

Sharon scoffed. “She’s never mentioned you.”

“Maybe you don’t have that kind of friendship.” Alaska shot back, then wondered why she was even bothering defending herself. “Anyway, what does it matter?”

“Have you told her about us?” Sharon’s eyes were blazing, her bottom lip quivering as she spoke. Maybe it was the alcohol, or something she’d taken - or, as Alaska sincerely hoped it wasn’t - just the extent of her anger.

She shook her head. “No, I haven’t.”

“Have you told anyone about us?”

“No!”

Sharon seemed to relax, if only infinitesimally. She leant back against the wall, as if to catch her breath, and started to rake her hands through her hair, messing up the curls. Finally able to get a good look at her, Alaska noted her chest rising and falling rapidly, the slight swaying of her figure. She was drunk and panicked and Alaska’s chest was still permeated with a deep, horrible ache.

After a few seconds, Sharon looked up and regained her composure - or at least, pretended to. She stuck her chin in the air and, noticing Alaska’s gaze flitting towards the closed door leading into the living room, sneered.

“You know we’re not lovers, right?”

Alaska swallowed. “Right.”

“We’re strangers.” Sharon’s voice was cold, detached. “I don’t even know your name.”

The ache worsened, but Alaska didn’t give in to it. “Oh really?”

“Really.” Sharon’s gaze hardened. “We’ve never met. Just because we’ve had a couple of drunk hookups-”

Part of Alaska wanted to laugh. A sick, hurt part of her that longed to hit back wanted to laugh, to scoff, to roll her eyes. It was as far from the truth as it could possibly get. Sure, maybe it had started that way, with Sharon drunk and Alaska equally as inebriated, hooking up in someone’s room and then making out in the taxi home only to continue where they left off in Alaska’s apartment. But things had changed; the texts arriving earlier and earlier, the scent of alcohol on her breath fainter and fainter, the tight party clothes and heavy makeup lessening. There had been nights when Sharon had simply texted “Are you in?” and Alaska only had to respond with a mere “Of course” for her to arrive, barely made up, in jeans and a leather jacket that they both knew would be discarded the second she walked inside.

Of course Alaska had got herself entangled with the girl deep in denial. Of course she was catching feelings for someone who, apparently, was nothing short of repulsed at the idea of anyone knowing.

“Drunk?” Alaska repeated, unable to keep the derisive, almost offended tone out of her voice.

“Yes, drunk.” Sharon stressed, her mouth set in a hard line. “A couple of drunk hookups doesn’t mean I’m a… a lesbian.”

It made sense. Alaska nodded, hurt but a lot less angry. “Right. I didn’t imply anything, but-”

“I just don’t want you spilling to the wrong person. Or anyone for that matter.” She crossed her arms, and Alaska forced herself not to glance down at her cleavage. “Okay?”

“Fine.” Alaska paused. “You should know… there’s nothing wrong if you are. You don’t look all that comfortable with him.”

Sharon looked away. “Don’t act like you know me. You don’t. I think he’s cute.”

As if Alaska didn’t know Sharon. As fucking if. She wasn’t convincing at all.

“Okay. Well, I was looking for my friend Courtney - not to talk all about how much you love my tongue in your pussy, don’t worry - but I don’t think she’s around, or maybe she’s in another room. So I’m gonna go look for her, and you can go back to your overgrown man.”

Sharon scowled. “Are you trying to convince me I’m gay? Because I don’t think that’s fucking-”

“No.” Alaska cut her off. “I’m not. I’m wondering why you won’t even entertain the possibility of liking girls, given our history, but since you won’t, I expect that when I leave here tonight - pretty early, because I don’t usually stay long - I won’t get a text from you begging for me to come over and fuck you?”

She wasn’t trying to be rude, but even so, Alaska couldn’t quite hold her tongue. Whatever issues Sharon had, it still wasn’t fair for her to be treated like the experiment. Especially when she could see in Sharon’s eyes, when they rolled back in her head, or when she leaned in for a kiss that lasted far longer than the supply of oxygen in her lungs, that to both of them, it was so much more than an experiment.

Sharon’s lips were parted, her expression angry and ready to hit back with another retort, but at Alaska’s words, she simply closed them and looked away.

“Go find your friend.”

She turned away, and Alaska smiled sadly. They both knew where this was going.

“I’ll see you later, Sharon.”

There was a pause.

“Probably.”

Alaska waited until Sharon was gone to let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding. In all honesty, Sharon had turned her life upside down the past few weeks. Her texts were pretty much the only thing she’d had to look forward to in her loneliness, and she knew in her heart that it had become so much more than a hookup. The times that Sharon had come over and explained how awful her day had been and listened as Alaska did the same, and then lapsed into slow, soft kisses that escalated until they took it to the bedroom - those times hadn’t been hookups. It had been several weeks since she’d woken up in the bed alone, Sharon having grabbed her clothes and scarpered the moment she’d woke up. These days, she would normally stay, and leave in the morning with at least a half-smile and a nod.

She suspected that tonight, if Sharon came over, she wouldn’t let herself stay overnight. At the very least, she hoped she wouldn’t force herself into anything with the guy she was fawning over that she didn’t want to do. In spite of everything, Alaska was still there to take care of that need.

Courtney was in Willam’s as yet unused study, a glass of wine in her hand, wowing a group of stoners with stories about the wildlife of Australia. She’d done an exotic tour, and seen some apparently horrific yet fascinating sights. Alaska watched from the doorway, willing the ache in her chest to subside, listening to her friend’s melodic voice.

“So Australia was as perfect as you remember it to be? Even with the big spiders and shit?” She joked, moving closer to bump shoulders with her before pulling her into an embrace.

Courtney giggled. “It was brilliant, babe. I keep saying you and Wills need to come with me next time, I mean it. Girls holiday!”

“Right. Because we can all afford a vacation right now. Actually, scratch that. You and fucking Bill can, but I can’t. Who’s paying for me?”

It was weird. Alaska was laughing at her own words, and the alcohol was certainly helping, but it still felt so feigned. She didn’t feel like laughing. She felt like curling up on her bed and trying to sort through her feelings as she waited for Sharon’s text.

“Me!” Courtney suggested, bubbly as ever. “Or you could get a rich girlfriend, I don’t know. Oh, speaking of! I meant to ask if you’re seeing anyone, because Wills said I’m better to ask than she is. Are you? It’s been so long since we’ve caught up!”

She shook her head. It didn’t matter that Sharon had hurt her - promises were promises. “Ha, no. Solitary as ever, gorge.”

“Aww, we’ll fix you up with someone! Can’t imagine someone like you doesn’t have girls falling at her feet. With legs like those?”

Sharon had commented once, possibly during one of the actual few drunk hookups, that Alaska’s legs were killer. She didn’t usually talk a lot in the midst of it, but even recently, Alaska loved the way she would trace her hands over her thighs and her pupils would be blown as she looked up at her. Whatever she claimed, it wasn’t true.

The stoners started dissipating as someone in another room shouted out about edibles in the kitchen, leaving Courtney and Alaska alone in the study. It was an oddly comforting atmosphere, being surrounded with unread books and dark wood furniture and Courtney’s kind eyes. Something in Alaska snapped, but she held back the tears and the heaviness gathering at the back of her mouth.

“I’ve kinda been sleeping with someone, but she’s not… I don’t think she’s ever gonna commit to me. Maybe she’s closeted or just not ready to accept herself yet… whatever it is, I’m sort of caught in the crossfire. It’s my own fault. I just bend to her whims, you know?”

Everything about Courtney was so gentle and sweet, right down to the creasing of her brow. “Oh… and you love her?”

“I don’t know about love,” Alaska backtracked, slumping, “But I like her, I guess. But she’s not all about me. And that’s fine, except I don’t think I’m ready to let go of her yet.”

“I understand. You should talk to her.”

“Ha, no. That’s not gonna work. She’s not the most receptive, I tried. Whatever, you know?” She forced a laugh. “We’re at a party! I should just get drunk and forget her, right?”

Courtney frowned. “I can tell you wanna go home, babe. That’s okay too.”

Alaska deflated. “No, no, I’m here to catch up with my best friends. Some girl messing with my head doesn’t matter, not tonight. Gimme a little kiss? Take my mind off it?”

“Fine, slut. Just don’t expect it to become a regular thing.” Courtney joked. It was nice, but it was a small comfort - Alaska knew she wasn’t kissing Sharon, and that was enough to leave her unsatisfied. There was only one girl she wanted to be wrapped up with, and it definitely wasn’t Courtney.

It didn’t last long, but the sound of the study door made them break apart, belatedly giggling at each other before turning to face the disturbance. Sharon looked shellshocked, a red solo cup in one hand, her cheeks flushed bright red. The words had already left her mouth before she could control them, immediately apologising, “Sorry! Didn’t mean to barge in, but I was just looking for-” then she abruptly cut off, and stumbled, “Uh, Willam.”

Alaska felt her own face colouring, but Courtney was none the wiser.

“Oh, I think she’s by the pool!” She replied brightly, raising her glass in a friendly cheers. Sharon did the same with her cup, but her smile was strained and tight-lipped. She exited as quickly as she’d entered.

“Well, I’m gonna mingle.” Alaska lied, hoping Courtney wouldn’t connect the dots. “Also, we should get lunch next week. Bye!”

She needed to follow Sharon - and fast. God knows where she was going, because she was pretty sure the Willam excuse was a total lie, and if her instincts were right…

Maybe she was just hoping. She wanted Sharon to be looking for her.

The living room was still full, but a quick glance at the space that Sharon and her random guy had been occupying told her that they had moved on, presumably together. Even the thought of it had her heart squeezing uncomfortably, and she secretly prayed they hadn’t left to go and hook up. With only the silent admittance from Sharon’s face in their argument to spur on her hopes that maybe they hadn’t, she tore through the house, pushing past groups of people to make her way outside.

Just before she got through the patio doors, she spotted the guy Sharon had been hanging off of earlier. She had to be next to him, somewhere out there. She immediately made to dart through the doors, only to collide full-force into someone standing nearby.

“You!” They replied. Alaska’s heart sank, but at the same time, her hopes rose a little.

“You!” She responded, then whirled around. The closest room was the bathroom - fine, that would have to do. “Well, this is happening. My turn, I guess.”

She grabbed Sharon’s arm and pulled her inside, shutting the door behind them. The bathroom was smaller than she’d anticipated, leaving barely enough room for the two of them to stand comfortably, but it was fine. All she wanted to do was demand some kind of answer, and then maybe covertly take her home and forget this whole mess after a couple of orgasms.

“Looking for Willam? If you knew Willam in the slightest you’d know that she always hangs by the pool.”

Sharon didn’t even protest to defend her lie. Her eyes narrowed, but she faltered before speaking. “Are you hooking up with her, too?”

It took Alaska a moment to realise what she meant. “Courtney? What does it matter?”

Sharon had burst in and happened to see the two of them kiss. As hostile as she was being, Alaska couldn’t stop her heart from leaping at the thought that she was jealous. Surely jealousy meant there was something else going on?

“Well, I don’t know anything about her. I don’t wanna catch anything.” Immediately after she’d spoken, her tone fast and filled with disgust, Sharon’s eyes widened. “Oh my god. I didn’t mean that. I don’t know what I’m saying, I’ve been drinking a ton since I noticed you were here-”

“It’s fine.” Alaska gave in to herself and showed a little sympathy. “Look, Sharon, I get it. You have some kind of issue with being attracted to girls and so you’re taking it out on me because- whatever reason you have. But if you’re so insistent that I don’t mean anything to you, and that we’re strangers, why should it matter if I hook up with someone else? You’ve been throwing yourself at that guy all night and I haven’t complained.”

Sharon clung to the sink behind her, her breath ragged. “Because- because we’re something different! We’re just two people, who don’t know each other, who have some kind of weird fucking connection, okay? I feel like,” She swallowed desperately, looking at the ceiling to avoid eye contact, and then at the floor, “Like we have the same… hunger. The same needs. And this… arrangement, that we have… it works. No one knows about it, no one needs to know about it, and we both end up getting what we want. Do you have that with Courtney?”

Alaska sighed. “I’m not sleeping with Court, Sharon. She’s my friend, I just asked her for one dumb kiss because I was upset.”

“…Because of me?”

“I mean… you came up to me and told me I don’t mean anything to you after weeks and weeks of us sleeping together, sober. We both know that neither of us have been drunk for a while now. It kinda hurt me.”

Sharon frowned. “That’s my problem, not yours… God, I made it an attack on you, didn’t I? I’m such an asshole. I really shouldn’t drink.” She tipped back the rest of her cup and pursed her lips. “I’m sorry. I’m just scared.”

“I wish I could tell you that you have nothing to be scared of, but I can’t.” Alaska could feel her heart shattering. She remembered that feeling all too well - the fear, the inexplicable feeling that true, real love and acceptance were lightyears away. It had been a long time since she’d been there, and she never wanted to go back. “But I can promise you that you don’t have to be scared of me. You don’t have to kid yourself that you need alcohol in order to want me. This… us… it means something to you, doesn’t it?”

She looked beautiful, even as she lowered her head and refused to answer. She’d been drinking enough to either not notice or not care that her dress was all bunched up, and Alaska was hit with two completely opposite urges. She longed to tug it down and gently fix it for her, and also to push it up completely and take it off her.

She ended up doing neither, as in lieu of an answer, Sharon cupped Alaska’s face and brought her close to kiss her. Alaska immediately took charge, pushing Sharon up and onto the counter behind her. The change in her demeanour was instant; Alaska could feel Sharon’s body relaxing, her tension and reservations melting into the embrace. She was pliant and soft in Alaska’s arms, happy to let her take the lead.

“I’m sorry,” She mumbled between kisses. “He was just a cover… I’m just so afraid-”

Alaska hushed her. “No more talking.”

“No. We should.” At her tone, Alaska moved back, not wanting to overstep, but Sharon pulled her close again, wrapping her legs around Alaska’s waist. “I’m sorry, and I mean it. I’ve been so horrible to you all night, and for no reason. You’re amazing to me… I like your company. A lot. I’m not gonna mess this up.”

“Don’t force it.” Alaska told her, grabbing Sharon’s hands. “Tonight has been rough. The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable.”

“I feel terrifyingly comfortable with you.” Sharon told her. “It doesn’t make sense. It’s so certain and it’s so real and I can’t understand it. Why can’t - why can’t I like him?”

Alaska knew exactly what she meant - how could she not? She remembered thoughts like that, ones that used to make her heart ache and fill her diary with rambles of confused wondering. It was something she could only learn through time, and something Sharon would have to learn on her own, too.

“Some people just aren’t built that way,” She replied softly. “Doesn’t mean you’re wrong.”

She was still perched up on the counter, Alaska in front of her. Her expression was blank, trying to remain calm, but behind her heavily made-up eyes, she looked pained.

“I feel wrong. Not wrong… because it’s still right… but wrong. You know?”

Alaska nodded. “Trust me, you’re speaking my language.”

Sharon lowered her head. “I don’t wanna be here anymore.”

Alaska tried to ignore the way her heart sank. “Oh, I can g-”

“Can we leave?”

We.

She stopped in her tracks, searching Sharon’s face for any kind of confirmation that she was serious. She looked almost guilty or ashamed, but her eyes were firmly fixed on Alaska, waiting for a response. Alaska took her hands and smiled.

“I’ll go say goodbye to Willam, then we can go.”

Sharon faltered.

“You can go stand out the front and wait for me there, you don’t have to come.” Alaska said gently, sensing her nervousness. “We can be strangers for a little longer.”

The way that Sharon winced at the reminder of her own words didn’t matter; her kiss was apology enough, her lips soft and her hands gentle as she brought Alaska close to her once more. Alaska could hardly remember how she’d been angry earlier.

“Don’t take too long.”

#rpdr fanfiction #purecamp #shalaska #lesbian au #sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #willam belli #courtney act

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arclantis-blog · 8 months

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ivyfair · 4 years

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Ivy Fairchild (Aisha Dee), 26, Female, Bisexual ━

( hi hi, I’m tasha! and this is my daughter ivy fairchild! it’s been a couple months since I rp’d her skdkdoa This is tech an alt. version of her since the og version does not necessarily fit with the rp. you can IM me here, on tumblr, or message me on my discord dumbass#9361 )

bare with me, this is gonna be a long mess akdkdka, I’m sorry

ivy fairchild was raised by her grandparents

her mother died when she was 2 years olds from a car accident and her father was deployed into the army

her mother, sophia, had a one night stand with a married man. she didn’t know at first until she saw his ring on his finger the next morning.

sophia was disgusted and left, wanting to forget that night but ended up finding out weeks later that she’s pregnant

she didn’t know what to do, she was was only 23 and she didn’t want to tell the guy she was pregnant. she didn’t want to ruin a marriage and she didn’t want to raise a child alone. so she went to her best friend and begged him to help her.

her best friend, luke, was heart eyes over her so he agreed to help her with the baby and telling everyone he was the father

so she did and here came along ivy woooo ( I’m a messsss )

after Ivy’s mother passed she moved in with her grandparents who then moved back to Australia to be with family. They came back to Frostford when Ivy was 8 years old

luke was deployed into the army. she only got to see him during the times he was allowed to have vacations visit

ivy grew up helping her grandfather with the family’s farm ( since she an only child and it was getting hard for him to do it alone )

ivy loved anything that had to do with flowers, painting/drawing, and animals

ivy would constantly asked stories about her mother whenever her grandfather wasn’t busy

when she was 12 luke came back home, he was on two years of inactive, which she didn’t fully understand what that meant but all she knew was that he was home, for what she thought, permanently.

there was a lot adjusting to do for everyone

it wasn’t until a year after luke has been home that when she found out the truth about her biological father

everyone was mourning the loss of ivy’s grandfather. it was a hard time for ivy, but she was trying to be strong for her grandmother

she helped packed her grandfather’s stuff away with luke a couple month after he passed.

her grandfather seemed to have a few boxes of things that belonged to sophia that ivy didn’t know he had

ivy found her mothers journal, keeping it hidden so she could take it with her to her room when she was done helping luke. she read every single page. including the one where she talks about how luke wasn’t her biological father ( dun dun dunnnnnn ) ( aejkgr;i ignore me )

ivy was angry and confronted luke, because a part of her was really hoping what her mother wrote was a lie

but alas it wasn’t and young ivy did not respond well to any of this. her emotions were everywhere. she basically gave him the silent treatment for a long time.

ivy’s grandma tried to talk some sense into her, but she was too stubborn to listen. it wasn’t until she heard that luke was going to be redeployed due to some conflicts that she regrets not talking to him.

that was the only day ivy ever skipped school. she went to luke’s apartment instead to apologize before he left town, very emo moment

Ivy left town in August after senior year for college Auburn University

Ivy and her best friend Lucinda decided to start their own business of using honey to make candy. She majored in business and minored in social work in Auburn University

Two years after graduating Ivy noticed that her grandmother’s health was starting to become questionable. She was living on her own but she decided to move back in with her grandmother until they figure things out

They found out that her grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer

Ivy has completely taken over the family’s small farm while helping around the house and taking care of her grandmother

Luci moved in to help out with the farm so that Ivy can have more time looking after her grandmother

Ivy refused to let her grandmother go into a nursing home, even when she started getting worse. She believed she can take care of her. But after having a long talk with Luci, she finally decided to place her in a nursing home ( she still thinks about this decision and a bit of a mess b/c of it )

luke, now working with Frostford’s fire department, does what he can to help ivy take care of things when he’s not on duty.

She’s someone who tells everyone she’s fine when she is clearly struggling. She’s a mess but she tries to come off as if she’s not

She a mix of the outgoing-fun friend and the grandma friend

She has a southern and Australian accent

She is a sweet girl, very caring and silly. She can come off as shy in a way. She’s an active person and up for an adventure ( sometimes argsfd ) but doing thing in from of people makes her want to kermit ( she’s working on that )

Wanted Connection:

BEST FRIENDS [1/2] -NAME UTP & LUCINDA MAE BENNET — these three have been friends since they were kids. they weren't exactly the kind of people you would expect to be as close as they were. all three different as can be, but somehow together they worked. luci was reckless and always looking for an adventure, ivy was quiet but thoughtful and rather nurturing of the others, and [open] was the glue the held them together. they kept luci in check and made sure ivy never felt left out. no matter where life takes them, they know without a doubt that they have each other and always will.

HIGH SCHOOL SOMETHING? - This muse was someone that everyone thought had a crush on Ivy or had something going on with ivy. More so the latter when they both came to school with poison ivy. Ivy didn’t know there was a secret spot for kissing ( and where the poison ivy was ) in the riverbank. Why your muse had poison ivy is up to you. There was probably something between them but after those rumors started Ivy distanced herself. Especially when the rumors turned from something innocent to slut-shaming.

FIRST SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP - this muse met ivy when they were going to Auburn University. These were two pairs that no one would’ve thought would be together. The fact that they worked was a surprise to most, considering the fact they were the opposite of each other. However, they were the same for things that mattered. After graduating they moved in together. Things started to become complicated, with her trying to start her business with luci and with whatever your muse wanted to do with their career. They did find a way to work through it, but then her grandmother’s health started to change. Her focus was completely on her grandmother, which left your muse to feel neglected. Their relationship ended when ivy came back home and caught them cheating. Your muse could’ve stayed in the apartment or moved somewhere else but Ivy moved back into her grandma’s house

ONE NIGHT STAND - someone she could hook up with

FWB/FLING - with everything that is going on, Ivy does not really want anything serious. But she would love to have a distraction. Would that opinion change? who knows. However, the other person can also just see it as a fling and nothing serious. If they were to gain feelings is up to you.

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS/ACQUAINTANCES - Ivy grew up in frostford, for the most part. and since this is a small town, she would most likely know who a lot of people are. She was not popular like Luci was in high school. She never really felt like she fit in this town, so she tends to keep to herself. She’s outgoing and she will get along with mostly everyone, but she never lets them in the way she lets Luci in. That can start to change.

NEIGHBORS - if anyone wanna live next to farm! kefsgasgdfs this person probably sees the embarrassing parts of ivy since she forgets other people can see her when she's working on the farm. she most likely dies inside from embarrassment every time she sees them.

ENEMIES - ig anyone that does not like ivy sadfja;gasdg or whoever ivy does not like

ART STUFF - ivy loves drawing/painting! most of her paintings/drawings vary but she does focus on drawing/painting people of color since there is such a lack of it. especially with growing in a not-so-diverse town, this was her way of drawing others that looked like her. and posting it online for others to see themselves as well. But she does/can help anyone who would like to learn to draw or paint. Also, if someone wanted their wall decorated a certain way or wanted some type of logo she wouldn’t mind helping out.

#intro #// tis is long #// and the fact that i actually wrote some wanted connections #// im proud of me

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ericahitshawaii · 4 years

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Mantas and dolphins and whales, oh my!

Today I start my adventure on the big island! The Big Island is probably most known for its active volcanoes and the recent eruption of Mount Kiluaea in 2018. Because of the tectonic plates on earth, the Hawaiian island are actually moving Northwest over over a “hot spot” of volcanic activity. Over 5 million years ago this hot spot formed the oldest of the Hawaiian islands, Kauai (at the north of the chain). As the islands shift north, the volcanic activity slows and eventually stops and the surface begins to erode, which is why Kauai is smaller than the southern most island. The Big Island, which is the most “southernly” island, is the youngest (One million years old) and the most volcanically active, due to its proximity to the hot spot. Currently, another Hawaiian island is formed under the Pacific called Loini and if any of us live to be 10,000, we might be able to visit it.

I flew into Kona on Wednesday evening. I am in love with the Kona airport. If I thought the Kahului airport was “open air” then this airport is basically outside. It is completely open air, with some roofage. So amazing.

Kona Airport (KOA)

I very excitingly went to pick up my rental car, so no more bus adventures for me. I forgot how luxurioius and freeing it is have a car. I never did it in Australia because I was scared t drive on the wrong side, but not a problem here. It’s also such a life upgrade to have a car that DOES NOT have a tape player. Modern technology is awesome. Thanks Kia Rio!

Ok, anyway, I checked into my hostel, aptly names “My Hawaii Hostel.” If I thought the last one was halfway decent, then I will need to severely downgrade it compared to this one. This hostel had furniture other than a bed, decorations on the walls, a rug and multiple pillows and blankets. I know that sounds like a given in a hotel room, but not in a hostel. Absolutely dreamy! The hostel itself is absolutely charming with a little garden and an open aiir living room and lots of outdoor seating, just a few minutes walk from the beach. I am living my best Hawaiian life, for real this time!

My Hawaii Hostel, Ali’i Road, Kona

Patio area outside my room.

My room.

Thursday morning I headed off for the next phase of the ocean part of my trip. I signed up for a morning “Ocean encounters” tour and a Night “Manta Ray Swim” trip.

Note: You are going to be disappointed again by the lack of photos, because I bought an underwater disposable camera for the trip, but some of you may remember, that you have to get those photos developed. (I actually am unsure of how I’m going to do that in this modern age, but that is a future me problem. Anyway, the tour company promises to post some photos in the next few days, so there will be another update post once I have those. But keep reading, it still is exciting and there is a sweet video I took that you should see!)

The morning snorkeling tour started out with swimming with spinner dolphins!! So, wild dolphins are the best. They are nocturnal, so we were visitng them during their daytime nap time. Hilariously, while they are sleeping they still swim on the bottom in a big pack. I have no idea how they do this. How fascinating. Anyway a few of them woke up and swam up ot the surface to say hi. When we got into the water they headed down towards the bottom again. It was amazing to snorkel right above big pods of dolphins. There must have been at least 20 in some of the bigger pods and there were several pods around us. Just as a few more of them were waking up and coming to the surface, our captain said we had to go. I’ll be honest, I was pissed. I had dreams of high-fiving a dolphin and Captain Taylor was ruining my dream. But I’m glad he did,because what happened next was SOOO worth it!

Next we headed out to a site where whales had recently been spotted. When we arrived, we discovered there were several large whales around and a BABY WHALE. This whale was only about a month old and still absolutely gigantic. The baby whale was splashing around in the water very close to us. Just like a human toddler, it seemed to be having a blast splashing aorund, trying to breach (jump out of the water) and stick its head up. It was still really floppy and uncoordinated in the water, which was absolutely adorable. It was so funny to see a whale just playing around. I don’t know how it had so much energy to do all that.

Eventually we saw the mam whale pop up around the whale, apparently keeping her eye on it and maybe helping from below with its practice breaches. While we were distracted by the baby whale someone yelled out that there was another whale further off that was breaching. (Whales often will breach several time in a row, because they are communicating with other whales and trying to get their attention.) I looked over just in time to see a huge whale breach completely out of the water. It was one of the greatest things I’ve ever seen. It was like it was happening in slow motion. It’s entire body was up in the air and it seemed like it just hung there until it crashed back into the ocean with a huge splash. Just like on Animal Planet! I thought I had really seen it all until we looked back over at the playing baby whale and realized Mama had surfaced on our side.

All of s sudden I see her huge humpback surface like it is facing us. It is coming right for our boat. Right in fron of us, she lifts her tail and dives right under the boat. I was both incredible and a little scary! Seeing her SO CLOSE to us, it is astonishing how huge they are. Just her back was probably as tall as the deck of the boat and she was easily twice as long. It was shocking to see her giant tail come out of the water right in front of us. Despite my fear that she miht capsize the boat, the crew said that they are insanely spatially aware and can get within inches of a boat and not hit it. They have sonar like bats. When I say this was a bucket list activity, I would almost say this was better than what I imagined being on my bucket list. Even the crew was freaking out and taking video and photos. They said that never happens. I will remember that moment for as long as I live. I do have a video of the encounter. Honestly, it doesn’t do it justice, but you can kind of see what I’m talking about. Watch here:

https://photos.app.goo.gl/QTA9JieqQdEWPfag6

Now as if that wasn’t enough, we went to a third spot to find Manta Rays. We made a quick pit stop at an amazing place along the coast known as the Grotto. It’s the outlet to the sea for a large series of lava tubes that run miles underneath the island. The waters were the most incredible aqua color and crystal clear.

The Grotto

To add to the incredible day, we ran into two huge manta rays (In case you are worried they are not sting rays...who killed the crocodile hunter. They are harmless plankton eaters. One of our guides said we found his favorite manta named Amanda Ray. She is the friendliest and has one bent fin. Both mantas were about 10 feet long. They can actually grow to have a to 15 foot wingspan. They are beautiful to watch. We hoppped in the water and snorkeled with them. They looked like they were flying on the bottom of the ocean, completely gracefully. This was preview for that evening.

After the snorkel adventure I decided to head to the beach. I’m not really a beach person, but figured I should do it once. I went to what they call a dark gray sand beach, which is half white sand and half black volcanic sand. How do gray and black sand beaches form? Well, when the hot lava hits the cool water it basically explodes and shatters like glass, spewing small particles of lava rock, which eventually breakdown into small pebbles and sand like particles. The beach was very rough, but beautiful. Its incredible to see the lava rock solidify in the form it was when it flowed into the ocean. Very surreal.

Lava rocks at Kahalu’u Beach

After lunch and beach chill, I headed back to the marina for the night manta swim. For this one, they take you out onto big boogie board looking things with lights. Here’s a photo I did not take, that demonstrates this:

The lights on the bottom of the board attract plankton, which then attracts other fish and manta rays. This was both an awesome and miserable experience. The weather up to this point had been absolutely perfect. *0m degrees and sunny everyday. However, storms had come in that night and it was cold and raining. The water was freezing, but the experience was still pretty great. One of the coolest things that I didn't expect was that the lights also drew in tones of fish. There were a bunch of fish that looked kind of like big sardines that swarmed around us in big schools, it was really interesting to be that close to so many fish. The highlight of the trip was that a big manta swam right next to me and did a backflip to eat the plankton right under the board. They have awesome white bellies and gills and huge gaping mouths. Its really otherworldly.

After the manta show we headed back to the boat for the long and extremely rocky trip back to the marina. I generally have a pretty good stomach for boat rides, but this was a rough one. I had taken Dramamine earlier, just in case, and still feeling like I might lose my lunch. It was close to a repeat of the Great Barrier Reef puke episode but disaster was avoided, thank goodness!

All in all, a dream of a day. I am officially hooked on snorkeling and boating, in general. Who knew I’d be such a water baby. I spent most of my life avoiding getting my hair wet.

Next stop: Farm tour day in Southern Kona.

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