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bisexualiteaa · 11 months

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Getting interrupted 🤭

CW: smutty 18+! Suggestive themes, light mentions of/implied smut, getting caught, possible errors and possible OOC scenarios. Otherwise, enjoy! 🥰

John "Soap" MacTavish

- he was a sucker for someone in uniform, so it was no surprise that he would come and constantly visit you down at medical where you worked. It's how you both met and got together after all, so despite the pain and occasionally bad memories that came with it, it still held a place in his heart because you were there.

- he'd never admit it, but sometimes he would get himself hurt on purpose just to visit you, he always loved to see the smile on your face as you would shake your head and rest your hands on your hips before fixing him up perfectly, always having the cure to his every injury or ailment.

- sometimes these were the only moments where he'd get a chance alone with you, enjoying the way you'd always make a little time for him to talk and enjoy each others company for a little while afterwards.

- no one knew you guys were together, everyone knew he had a crush on you because, quite frankly, he wasn't very good at hiding it, but he didn't really want to either. But for the sake of your job, he didn't want to reveal anything should it get you in trouble.

- "you never stay out of trouble, do you?" You asked with a playful grin as you'd just finished stitching up a small gash on his arm. "If I stayed out a trouble, I'd never get the luxury t' see you" he replied with a flirty tone, making you chuckle. "Just be more careful please, I need you in one piece" you replied, kissing his cheek as you sat next to him, having just patched up his arm. "I will, don't worry your pretty head lass, I'll always come back t' you" he assured, making you smile and hum in appeasement before you leaned in, pulling him into a soft, loving kiss. His hand came to cup your cheek as you held his other one in your own, fingers intertwined as you shared in your moment together. When you two were alone together, the world finally felt at peace, no wars to think about, no stress weighing down on you, all you needed to think about was your Johnny.

- So it was no shock that your kiss took a turn to something a little deeper, a sigh leaving you as your free hand rested on his collarbone. "Careful bonnie, go on like tha' and I'll be walkin' outta here with a whole different problem" he said, making you giggle. "Wouldn't half mind fixing that either, too bad you don't know how to keep quiet" you quipped with a grin, making him laugh at your remark. "Cheeky bugger" he replied with a matching grin before pulling you in again, kissing you as if tomorrow you'd be gone.

- But sadly, even the best moments must come to an end, neither of you were expecting the way it had however.

- "Sorry to bother doc, got room to squeeze in a- woah!" Spoke Gaz as he pulled back the curtain, seeing your form loomed over the side of the exam bed, kissing his comrade. You gave a short gasp as you both jumped apart, blushing wildly after being caught red handed. "Shit, I'm SO so sorry!" You spoke, bumping into your cart in your panicked frenzy as you tried to back away and button your uniform back up as to not look suspicious, but it was already too late.

- "Sorry Gaz, appointment got prolonged. Doctors, am I right? Gotta poke around an' check everywhere for some reason" Johnny spoke, nervously rubbing the back of his neck with a slight blush but trying to joke his way out of things, as per usual. Gaz gave a chuckle. "Explains why you come down here so often. Here I thought you were just trying to get a good record built up for disability, didn't know you had a Dr. Feel Good situation goin' on" he teased with a grin. "I'm gonna get in so much trouble.." You muttered, holding your face in your hands out of embarrassment. "Relax doc, your secret's safe with me. I promise. It's about time you finally went for" Gaz assured you before offering a genuinely happy smile to Johnny. "I know all to well of the draw of the uniform myself" he added, looking towards one of the other doctors, her offering a giggle and flirty wave his way. "Well I'll be damned" Johnny spoke with a chuckle. "And looks like she's got an opening, so you two just earned yourself some more alone time" Gaz said, making you and Johnny both chuckle. "I owe ya one" Johnny spoke before Gaz walked away, turning back to you as you closed the curtain again, alotting you both some privacy for just a little bit longer.

König

- You were in his room, laying in bed together, enjoying the time alone after months of him being away.

- It started out innocent enough, just enjoying a movie together, but one innocent kiss turned to two, and when wandering hands found their way down your sides to your ass, playful giggles soon turned to quiet moans and it wasn't long before things turned just a little more heated.

- You were on top of him, straddling his lap as his kisses began littering down your neck, his large, rough hands at your hips moving you back and forth against him. A quiet moan and sigh fell from you, both of you doing your best to keep quiet as not to raise suspicions.

- "How I missed you, schatz" he told you, making you smile with drunken love in your eyes. "Missed you too, Kö" you replied sweetly, your lips now trailing down his neck to his bare chest in a way that he swore injected fire straight into his veins.

- You were topless as you sat there straddling him, indulging in one of those moments of kissing one another deeply, only stopping at the feel of each other smiling before resuming. Light, breathy giggles and quiet sighs of pleasure leaving you as you both were caught up in the heat of the moment.

- That was when you both heard the knock at the door, making you both jump. "Shit" you said quietly but in a panic. "Hide" he replied, getting up to put on a pair of pants, allowing you some time to scramble to grab your shirt and any trace you were here and hide in his bathroom, staying dead silent as you did.

- You heard the sound of him talking to Captain Price as you were hidden, relief washing over you once the door had finally closed and he walked away. You peaked back out from the bathroom, seeing König look at you as the look of panic finally fell from his face. "Close call" you spoke with a grin. "Way too close" he replied as you came back to him. "Ya know, if you just came over to my place, we wouldn't have to sneak around and worry about getting caught" you mused, making him chuckle as he leaned down. "Maybe I like the thrill a little bit" he admitted, making you giggle lightly before kissing him once more, your arms draped over his shoulders as you did.

- "Just keep it down in there" Price's voice spoke from the other side of his door, making you panic once more. "König! This is why we should be at my house!" You said, face red as a beet from fluster, and König couldnt help but grin at your embarrassment. Price gave a laugh as he walked away.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

- Everyone knew you were his, he made it very clear that he would break the neck of anyone who would dare try to have a piece of you, or even look in your direction with malintent.

- He didn't need PDA to show it either, when you both were out with his comrades, or out in public, a protective arm laid around your waist yes, but even when it didn't, all it took was one look from Simon for someone to deeply reconsider their intentions with you.

- So one night, when you were both coming out to his truck for a smoke from a night out drinking with friends, the liquid courage seeping through your veins, you decided to push his buttons a little.

- There he stood, leaned against his truck, having just finished taking drags off of his cigarette before putting it out with his foot. His balaclava was still pulled up to rest on the bridge of his nose, showing off the lower half of his face, so you took the chance.

- You smiled as he grinned when your fingers slid along his jaw and up under the balaclava just a little, keeping it up so that you could kiss him. The taste of smoke, tobacco, and whiskey mixed together in a taste that was just so *him.* You couldn't help the surge of butterflies that came through you as his hands rested on your hips, the way he kissed you always left your mind reeling as they were always so intimate, so shameless.

- "Just couldn't wait, could ya?" He asked, making you chuckle as you bit your lip, your cheeks heating up from the drinks buzzing in you as well as the heat that always burned in you anytime he kissed you. "You know what bourbon does to me, and you know what *you* do to me" you replied with a playful grin, making him chuckle once more as you said it, poking his chest to prove your point before dragging your finger down some. "I'm very aware" he replied.

- Your finger looped into his belt, giving a strong tug to pull him closer to you, your lips just centimetres apart now before you closed the distance once more. "You're playing a dangerous game, lovie" he spoke in a low tone, making your grin only stretch wider. "That so? Gonna put me in my place then?" You challenged bravely, making his eyes hold a different intensity. Hunger, a predatory one at that. "Get your ass in the truck. Now" he ordered.

- Needless to say, it was no shock to him that you both managed to find your way in the back seat of his truck, music playing just loud enough in the background to add to the atmosphere as your panting from the deep kiss filled the air in the car.

- You grinned far too devilishly as you rolled your hips in time to the beat of the song, enjoying your moment of power over him. But he was there to remind you that even if you were on top and straddling him, that did not, by any stretch of the imagination, mean you were in control. His hand came to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he tugged it back, making your head dip back as he did. You gave a sinful moan as he did, roughly thrusting his hips up into you. "Your misbehavin' has gotten a bit out of hand, love. Someone oughtta teach you some fuckin' manners" he damn near *growled* in response, making you whimper as his hips stilled completely. "Gonna be good f' me? Stop bein' a fuckin' brat?" He asked, making you nod your head yes vigorously, earning another yank on your hair and a powerful thrust up into you. "Answer properly" he ordered. "Yes sir, gonna be good for you, I promise!" you let out, his hand leaving your hair as he started his pace up again. "Then be a doll and take it" he spoke, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continued his brutal pace.

- Anyone on the outside wouldn't have known, the music, not too loud to be suspicious, but perfectly loud enough to cover your joint symphony of moans, pants, and grunts, paired with the sounds of skin against skin. So Soap being none the wiser, thought it'd be safe to go to Ghost's truck to tease you both for being gone for so long.

- Then a hand came to the foggy window, smearing enough of the condensation away to reveal the both of you in the back seat. What he wasn't anticipating was the sight of you on top of him, fully clothed thankfully, but it was clear what was going on. "Shit!" You exclaimed when you saw Soap's eyes widen before he looked away, knowing he'd be in deep shit for catching you both. Simon's eyes followed yours to the window, catching sight of the reason why you were hiding your face in your hands. A devious grin came to his lips, deciding to roll the window down some, not too much to show too much, but enough to send you into a panic. "Si! What the hell are you doing??" You asked, making the scot give a chuckle. "Was comin' t' check an' see if you two were still alive, but clearly you're takin' more than a smoke break" he replied. "Started off as one anyway.." You spoke with a nervous look, making him chuckle once again before turning around and walking back. "Try not to kill 'er" Soap spoke before walking back inside.

- You certainly learned your lesson that night, hiding your face that burned bright red as you left the back seat, Simon of course delighted in your torture as you both went back inside to sit back at the table, getting to take in all the knowing grins from his friends as they all teased you for the rest of the night. To Simon's standards of course, he'd never let anyone take it too far. ❤️

#cod smut #cod imagine #simon riley imagine #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap smut #könig imagine #könig smut #könig

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lyriumcoloredskies · 6 months

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Overdrive ft. (Law, Sanji, Zoro, Kid, Nami)

Pairing: Multi-character pairings ft. Law x Reader, Sanji x Reader, Zoro x Reader, Kid x Reader, Nami x Reader WC: 1.2k Summary: Things that drive the OP characters wild. CW: 18+ MDNI Suggestive but no smut, teasing, mild not very descriptive violence in Kid's, food and eating mention in Sanji's, swearing, reader is described with breasts, no beta. AN: I've gotten way sicker and I feel like a small sickly victorian child, hoping that the country air will help my ailment. D:

Trafalgar D. Water Law

"Let me whisper in your ear, tell you something you might like to hear"

It’s been hours since Law decided to hole up in his office, sinking all his attention into a thick medical textbook. He’s halfway through a page when he feels a pair of soft warm lips press onto his neck. Instantly he feels his body erupt into gooseflesh.

His breath catches in his throat when he feels your warm hands make their way across his sides, lifting his shirt, before caressing his bare chest. Your lips work their way up his neck, stamping his skin with searing hot kisses, the slight smacking noise sending tingles down the base of his spine. As you grow closer to his ear, Law can hear your soft breathing, the sound going straight to his groin. Law stifles a moan that threatens to escape his lips as your feverish tongue makes contact with his ear lobe, slowly trailing its way up the shell of his ear. The obscene wet noises near his ear sends static through his brain, down his spine, and straight to his cock which continues to grow hard at your teasing. “How about you take a break?” you whisper before pinching his left nipple with one of your roaming hands, the other finding its way down his happy trail. Law quickly realizes he has no choice but to oblige.

Vinsmoke Sanji

"With the taste of a poison paradise, I'm addicted to you"

For the last few weeks, dinner has proven to be a difficult time for Sanji. It isn’t because he’s hit a creative slump with recipes or because he has to fight off a hungry Luffy from sneaking snacks. His troubles all stem from a certain other crew member – you. Sanji’s grip on his cutlery tightens as you let out a practically pornographic moan the moment a bite of his Poulet a la Provencal hits your tongue. You let out a few more obscene noises as you chew. Sanji swears the room is spinning. “Sanji~ this tastes divine, the chicken is so moist! And this sauce is just orgasmic~” you sigh out before dipping your finger in said sauce. Sanji nearly drops his fork as he watches your pink tongue dart out to lick off some of the sauce from the digit before you suckle it clean. Sanji thickly swallows at the sight, “A-ah thank you for the compliment y/n-swan!”. You let out a giggle before returning your attention back to your plate. Sanji is suddenly aware of how hot the room is and how tight his pants feel. Sanji tries to compose himself, taking a few deep breaths before returning to his own plate in front of him. He gets a few bites in before he nearly chokes on a piece of chicken when he feels a roaming foot caressing his inner thigh, he looks up only to catch your seductive gaze, a teasing smile plastered on your lips. Dinner would be another torturous affair.

Roronoa Zoro

"Girl you look so good, won't you back that ass up?"

Zoro loses count of his reps for the third time this workout. It’s been this way for the last few months. He would start his workouts with the full intent of giving everything he had, only for his eyes to wander, watching as the sweat traces a path down your body. Today was no different. His eyes graze over the curves of your butt as you work on your squats in front of him. Your muscles shake in effort as you let out several loud breaths. The entire thing turns Zoro on, his grey sweatpants no longer doing a good job at hiding his erection. He watches for a few more moments, carefully palming his length over his sweatpants. That’s when he sees you stutter a little bit in your last set. His body moves instinctively, stepping closer to you, your body only a few inches from pressing into his as he hovers his arms near the barbell bar. “Here, let me spot you” Zoro grumbles out. You give him a nod, adjusting your stance and grip. Zoro dutifully watches as you go in for another squat, only for your tight ass to brush Zoro’s erection as you went down and came back up. The pressure causes a filthy moan to rip out of Zoro’s mouth. In his embarrassment he can see you look back at him, a knowing smirk on your face. He had fallen right into your trap.

Eustass Kid

"She's hatin' 'cause I'm up and you can tell on her face"

Kid sits sprawled out in a booth with Killer on his right. His crew sits around him, everyone occupying nearby tables with a plethora of drinks flowing between them. He’s only half paying attention to Killer before their conversation is interrupted by a woman sliding up on his left side. He doesn’t bother to pay her any attention as she presses her hand to his chest and whispers in his ear asking if he would like some company. He waits patiently, secretly growing excited for what was to come. That’s when he hears you slam two mugs of beer on the table, liquid sloshing out everywhere. You were back from your run to the bartender. “Get the fuck off of my man you fucking whore!” you snarl out as you reach for the woman, grabbing her by the hair as you rip her off of Kid. There it was. Kid feels the first rush of blood to his cock as the atmosphere becomes fueled by adrenaline. The woman screams obscenities at you, flailing helplessly, while the crew eggs you on by yelling out vulgar encouragement. The whole scene turns him on, and he soon finds himself rock hard as he watches you throw the woman out the bar door. Your face is thunderous as you stomp back, gnashing out the crudest angry words at the woman’s gall. You don’t skip a beat as you down whatever was left in both the beer mugs before sliding into your rightful spot next to him, smashing your lips into his in a forceful hungry kiss. Fuck, Kid loved when you got possessive.

Nami

"I'm the First Lady of Juicy Couture, got a little cash now so the skirt is Dior"

Nami’s smile hasn’t left her face since she ushered you into the women’s dormitory, her arms overflowing with her latest clothing haul. “Y/n-chan~ you have to try these on! I picked them out just for you!” she says, pushing the bags into your arms. She relishes in the way heat takes over your cheeks as your eyes widen at the amount of shopping bags, clearly flattered at Nami's generous gesture. Despite your bashful look, you don’t say no to Nami’s demands, quickly stepping behind the changing screen in the corner of the room. Nami’s eyes trace over your shadowed figure behind the screen as you peel off every bit of your clothing, heat rushes to her core. “N-Nami? A-are you sure you handed me the right bag?” you ask, your voice full of anxiety. Nami is patient, flooding you with words of encouragement. She’s rewarded when you step out from the screen. Your body barely covered by the most vulgar bikini money could buy. Nami’s eyes greedily soak up the sight of your breasts, spilling out over the small triangle top, your hard nipples barely covered. You’re so cute as you fidget in the bikini, your face red in embarrassment. “D-does it look g-good Nami?” “Hmm it looks okay, but I bet it looks better on the floor.” One outfit down, 26 more to go.

#fanfic #one piece #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #eustass kid #kid x reader #nami #nami x reader

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alittlebitofloveliness · 22 days

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Ponyboy and Addiction

CW: mentions of drugs and alcohol abuse

For a fandom that really seems to like Ponyboy angst people don't really talk much about how the book very carefully but consistently planted the seeds of what could be Ponyboy's downfall in the east side, the main thing that could fuck up his plans for college or any sort of better life: Ponyboy has an addictive personality. The biggest evidence of this is, of course, his nicotine addiction and love of cigarettes which he is scarcely without throughout the book. Yes, all the greasers smoke, and yes, he uses it as a way to calm down in incredibly stressful situations, but the truth of the matter is that Ponyboy is a fourteen year old who cannot go more than a few hours without nicotine. Even after a cigarette lit the church on fire, even when he's recovering from a major concussion, he's still smoking in his bed, and not only a little bit either. Darry tells him he'd 'skin him' if 'he smoked more than a pack' when he's literally confined to bed rest. That's a lot of smokes (I know this is set in the 1960s but a pack a day for a kid who was literally being treated for smoke inhalation earlier in the book is still excessive). However, cigarettes are not the only evidence we have of Ponyboy having the potential for addiction to become a major issue. While it's mentioned he doesn't like alcohol, he does at one point self medicate with asprin, taking far more than the recommended dose-- 5 pills. In the same passage he also offhandedly claims this is something he does frequently, not to help with headaches or anything like that, but to help him fall asleep. Ponyboy is literally self medicating at fourteen with cigarettes and over the counter medication, to treat unrelated ailments-- and is actively hiding this fact from his brothers. It's not touched on far beyond these instances, but its very clear textual evidence of the fact that were Ponyboy to end up getting involved with the wrong crowd or trying the wrong thing, he could very easily destroy his life and any chance of getting out of the east side. In the end, it won't matter if Ponyboy decides to stay gold or not if he gets hooked on the wrong substance. "Oh but lovely, all the greasers are like this"- aside from Two-bit, no one else in the main seven is characterized as having a severe dependence on any sort of substance. Canonically, Soda doesn't drink, we never see Steve, Dally, or Darry inebriated on page, although they all do occasionally drink; and while all of them smoke, Ponyboy is constantly and repeatedly referred to as the 'weed fiend' of his family and to some extent the gang. Ponyboy Curtis and Two-bit Matthews are the two members of the gang with addictive personalities, addiction has the potential to be Ponyboy's undoing and I will die on this hill.

#ponyboy curtis #the outsiders #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #steve randle #johnny cade #dally winston #dallas winston #lovelythoughts

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underfaller · 9 months

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felis catus

Reposted due to formatting issues (damn mobile) Pairing: Dottore x neko!reader CW: petplay, shock collars, spanking, medical experimentation Word Count: 2.1k

Perhaps it was your fault. You had been the one to swipe at him. However, that crazy doctor was asking for it. He’d been much too handsy, leaving no part of you untouched as he examined you. He’d poked you one too many times with one too many syringes filled with who knows what.

Yes, Dottore certainly had it coming. You felt no remorse.

So now here you were: your face pressed painfully against the cold, metal examination table, hands painfully twisted behind your back. You looked up at Dottore with glinting, furious eyes.

“Let me go!” You hissed, your tail swished angrily as if you were trying to smack him with it. Unfortunately, you did not get that satisfaction.

“Now, why would I do that?” Dottore tilted his head mockingly. “When I started this experiment, I initially thought you’d only gain cosmetic features, could it be you’re becoming more feline-like, psychologically?”

“Screw you! That isn’t what’s happening!”

You always wondered how you got here. You came to the Second Harbinger willingly. You were always a sickly individual-- and you had been desperate enough to volunteer yourself as a test subject with the hopes that Dottore would be able to cure your ailments. However, instead of being relieved of any of your symptoms, you now found yourself with cat ears and a tail. Dottore’s current scientific endeavors were… interesting to say the least. You’d protested of course, but research consent isn’t really a thing in this laboratory. If this were fantasy, you’d find it to be a comedy. But since it was your life…

Well, it wasn’t so funny then.

“Or perhaps you were always catty,” Dottore laughed. “You’re certainly not a cooperative subject. I suppose we’ll simply have to observe you further for definite results …”

“You better not turn me into an actual cat,” You squirmed indignantly, trying to escape his grasp.

Dottore brushed his hand against your hair, burying it in your locks as he pressed your head down.

“If you continue to fight me, I just might. Though, that would be a bit disadvantageous for me.”

The harbinger reached a hand out, using a slim finger to scratch behind your cat ears. It's embarrassing to admit that it felt nicer than it should. You shook your head, your ears twitching with irritation.

“Don’t do that! I’m not your pet!”

“Aren’t you?”

“Of course not!”

Dottore clicked his tongue.

“Tsk. The two are quite similar. However, the line between a test subject and a pet blurs when it comes to someone with your qualities, no?”

You finally manage to break free but before you can even turn around, Dottore once again pins you down, this time holding you by the scruff. “Hold still, will you?” He snapped.

You’ve certainly heard that tone before. Perhaps it’s in your best interests to not retaliate further.

“As I was saying, if you were a test subject, I suppose I should dissect you now. See how many pieces of you I can replace or modify before your body rejects them. A very grisly fate, but nothing you aren’t used to seeing here…”

A dark grin formed on his masked face.

“If you were a pet, I’d still take you apart-- just more slowly. I wouldn’t kill you so quickly. Perhaps I’d even let you choose what I alter,” Dottore shrugged. “Hmph, the choice is yours though. I respect my subjects’ wishes.”

You mentally scoffed at that. Dottore was certainly as much of a hypocrite as he was insane.

Still, you preferred to keep your organs intact for as long as possible.

“Fine. I’ll choose the latter.”

“A wise decision.”

Dottore leans in your ear, his mask tickling the delicate furred skin.

“I suppose the first thing I should do, then, is punish you for scratching me. Such a disobedient pet needs to be trained before we can go any further.”

You stayed silent, seething. You wanted to turn around and punch Dottore right in the face. You hated how he dehumanized you, how he saw you as nothing more than something to tinker and play with.

But you knew how he was when you came here, why did you think you’d be any different?

Dottore continued to press against you, keeping you in place as he rummaged in a drawer beside him. After a bit, he pulled out a shock collar clearly meant for animals. He dangled it in front of your face.

“Do you know what this is?”

Your eyes widened and you grit your teeth.

“Don’t you dare-”

Click.

Dottore fastened the collar around your neck and pressed the button in the middle of it. A sharp jolt of electricity shocked you. You cried out in surprise and pain.

“This collar reacts to any vibrations in your vocal chords. It’s usually meant to prevent dogs from barking,” Dottore explained.

His voice is basically dripping with anticipation. You can’t see his face, but you knew he most certainly had that shit- eating grin plastered on his face.

“In other words, if you use that unruly mouth of yours, you're going to get a nasty shock.”

You scowled.

“That's- OW!”

You yelped as you were once again shocked.

Dottore laughed at your reaction. He kept you bent over the table as he slid your thin gown up, exposing your underwear. He rubbed your butt gently. You instantly stiffened.

“And now it's time for your punishment.”

With that, he spanked you. Hard.

You cried out involuntarily. Sure enough, the collar shocks you almost as soon as you make such a sound. You struggled wildly to get out of his grip. You couldn’t see it, but Dottore was looking down at you with sadistic glee. He was clearly enjoying your predicament.

“Oh my dear, didn't I tell you that you have to be quiet?” He simpered, his voice sickeningly sweet. “You must be a slow learner.”

Dottore spanked you again. And again. You grit your teeth, trying not to cry out. Your fingernails scratched the metal table as you pathetically tried to grip onto something. You turned, your eyes meeting Dottore as you glared at him with silent contempt. He stopped, leaning in close. His gloved hand stroked your cheek, a sympathetic smirk on his face.

“Now, now, sweetheart. Don’t look at me like that. You know you deserved this. But fear not, if you’re good at enduring this, I’ll be sure to reward you.”

Dottore kissed you on the head before hitting you one more time, much harder than before. You let out a choked cry, burying your head as best you could into the cold metal. He grabbed your ass once again, rubbing the tender, red skin as if to rub the pain in. You whimpered softly-- which thankfully doesn’t set off the collar.

“Very good. You’re learning, pet. But there’s still so much more for you to learn. So much more for you to experience.”

Dottore raised his arm, using his teeth to pull his glove off before throwing it on the surface next to you.

“And I’m going to be here to teach you every step of the way.”

Your breathing hitched as his hand moved under your butt, feeling your crotch. He pressed his hand against the fabric of your underwear, his index finger grazing your slit. He instantly noticed how wet you actually are despite your apparent displeasure. He laughed aloud and you blushed, humiliation painting your cheeks red.

“Oh, my little experiment. Look how wet you are. Are you enjoying this? Could this little brat actually be a masochist?”

“No way! Ow!”

“Oho, careful, dear,” He murmured.

You gasped as Dottore began to play with you through your underwear. You let out a small whimper as pleasure runs up your spine. This is more enjoyable than it should be. You’re so embarrassed you can’t even think. Dottore soon found your sensitive clit, rolling the bud lazily between his forefinger and thumb, squeezing and kneading until it grew engorged and aroused. Your mind began to go hazy as your breathing became heavier. Your tail flicked and curled as you involuntarily spread your legs.

He chuckled.

“Aw, look at you. You’re practically getting off just by my teasing,” Dottore mocked. “Are you that much of a slut? If I’d known that, I would’ve done this ages ago.”

You pant, looking at the doctor from the corners of your eyes with a lustful expression. Your mind was swimming. You could feel his hardened member against your thigh. You should feel horrified, but instead your mind began to wander. The way he’s playing with you right now is more of a tease than anything. You wonder what it’d be like to feel something that large inside you…

“Hmm… Since you took your punishment quite nicely, I suppose you deserve a little reward.”

You could hear him unzip his pants. Your underwear slipped to the ground. Soon, you felt his warm, erect cock against your bare cunt, wet and hot, yearning to be filled.

You don’t have to wait long. He soon pressed himself into you. Your walls welcomed him, hugging his cock as he set a slow, methodic pace. You swore you could feel the veins of his member as he brushed against your bumps and grooves with each thrust.

“Nngh…”

You covered your mouth, trying not to let out a moan that you know would warrant a shock.

“Tsk, now that won’t do.”

Dottore suddenly plunged into you, setting a brutal pace. It’s only then that you cry out. The collar shocked you for every lewd noise you spew. The pain mixed with the pleasure… It's too much. You didn’t know if this is a reward or torture of the worst kind. You could feel yourself become tighter as your breathing hitched before you let out a pathetic, choked scream. Your cum spilled on Dottore’s dick as your orgasm painted your vision white. You shuddered, breathing shakily as your orgasm overtook you.

But the mad scientist isn’t done with this test yet. Dottore continued to fuck you through your orgasm, the dulling pleasure lolling over you like waves before you’re suddenly overtaken once more by another building climax. He grabbed your leg, bending it up against the table surface as he pressed even further against you. From this angle, he penetrated you even deeper than before. Dottore gripped your hips tight enough to leave marks as he thrusted deeper and faster. You swore you heard him growl once or twice in your ear, obviously pleasured as much by you as you were of him.

Did you just come again? You aren’t even sure anymore.

You can feel tears prick your eyes, the overstimulation becoming unbearable. You don’t know if you’re feeling pain or pleasure at this point as you sob and whimper and moan against the table. Your belly bulged uncomfortably, a part of you is actually frightened that he’s going to pierce through your womb at this rate.

Dottore saw your anguish and kissed you once more. This time, you found a strange reassurance in it.

“You’re doing so well, pet. Admit it. You love being used like this don’t you?”

“M…hm…”

“What was that?”

“Yes…”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, master.”

Dottore laughed softly, licking your salty tears. Your crying excited him more, you could feel his thrusts becoming more sloppy and uncoordinated as he got closer to climaxing.

“Good girl,” He panted. “Tell me what you are. What you are to me.”

“I’m..your… pet.”

“That’s correct.”

Dottore groaned, letting his semen fill your womb. He pulled out and you instantly slumped against the table like a ragdoll. You don’t even have the energy to stand up, so you just sort of lay there, breathing heavily and shivering. You peered at Dottore with half-lidded eyes. Dottore adjusted himself before picking you up. You’re clearly in no position to walk in your fucked-out state, instead opting to curl up in his arms, burying your face in his shirt. He smiled down at you.

“My little pet. Aren’t things much nicer when you’re obedient?”

Inspired by @yandere-daydreams post

#dottore #il dottore #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin x reader

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xcyphoz0a · 4 months

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We’ll meet again

Gender neutral reader, angst TW/CW: you die, yeah. Character(s): Tighnari Word count: 1411 Proofread: n/a | Love is felt the most at times of farewells. | A/N: So I hit everyone with angst at the starting week of 2024, hehe. i quite literally wrote this at the asscrack of dawn so this might not have the best grammar

It’s quite common to hear the most affectionate, loving yet heartbreaking wails when people fall into the hands of farewells and departures, separated from each other.

You– being one of the nurses in the Akademiya run hospital, Bimarstan– knew it quite well.

You’ve heard more prayers to the archons in the hospital’s walls more than you’ve ever heard when you had visited Mondstadt’s cathedral.

Since then, you knew that these partings, goodbyes, were the situations when one had felt the emotion, ‘love’, the strongest.

Perhaps, it could also be felt the most at the most joyous and wonderful times– but it also depended on the person.

An individual could feel the most emotion when the two takes coerced separate ways, or vice versa.

Maybe this was the reason why so much fiction of star-crossed lovers were popular; holding the most emotion and grief that one could ever pour into words and paragraphs, bringing a reader to tears and puddles of overwhelming sorrow.

You would never have expected for this exact situation to happen to you– out of all the people in Teyvat, it had to be you, forced to live as a bedridden patient in the familar, alcohol scented walls of the hospital.

It was probably more likely that you would’ve lived life, awaiting your own death on the cold hospital bed, watching as your family members come and go, leaving flowers and heartfelt messages on the bedside. You wouldn’t have really felt much emotion of that common ‘love’ that you’ve ever wished for since you were little.

You wouldn’t have, though it wasn’t the trajectory that you had followed; rather something more meaningful, as you watched your lover take your hand, tracing the colder knuckles with his own warm hands– you know that when your time would grace your frail lying form, that emotion, that feeling of love, warmth and affection would wash over you with waves and waves of anguish and grief, spraying you with the cold while the warmth you missed would be pulling away and away from you, watching you with those wicked eyes, waiting for you to crash as the string you held frayed away, dropping you to the cold, hard arms of death itself.

Tighnari, by all means, was no idiot to the obvious signs of creeping death that had started to crawl its way into your health. He knew when your temperature started to drop, your breaths becoming rapid, how you started to lack the most simplest and the necessary energy to even lift your hand–he knew that it was best for you to let the dreams of normal life go, and give you time to accept yourself slowly into the arms of eternal slumber.

He disliked the feeling.

He wanted you to live more; he wanted you to become better.

Yet he knew that this ailment of yours would be something that current medical technology wouldn’t be able to fix. You knew– you knew from the start.

You had told him– and he remembers every last bit, that you wanted to live until the cold had finally taken over, slowly wiping his tears away gingerly as you smiled in response, attempting to reassure him.

He’d rather have you have Eleazar instead– at least that had something for someone to live, but this… this illness that only seldom heard about, wasn’t fixable, curable– it had no medication to alleviate whatever you had temporarily.

Despite the raging negativity swirling in his mind like sandstorms, your own reassuring had allowed him to find at least a source of comfort– ironic, he thinks, when he’s the one perfectly fine, and you’re on the bed, waiting for the time to come.

Though he thinks for the better– at least he had met you before the bedridden stage, at least he knows how bright yet calm you are, at least, he found someone to love– someone that taught him the new knowledge and emotion of love, affection, adoration…

He’s still grateful for your impact in his own life.

You’d tell him every night, when he visits, for him to find someone else, for him to find someone that has interests and activities aligned to his– for him to find someone to love again, more actively and more affectionately instead of someone on their deathbed–like you. Nevertheless he’d shake his head, ears swishing from left to right as he raises your hand to his mouth, mumbling how he’d never leave or find someone even after the the end of your time– how he wouldn’t, couldn’t, forget you.

In no given circumstances would Tighnari leave you forever. He reminds you, fennec foxes are partners for life, and I’d never leave you.

You’d always chuckle, finding the negation to your words amusing and adorable, wanting to take your hand and brush through the soft locks of his hair– but it takes too much energy in doing so. He knows. He’d notice the small twitches that your fingers would make, and bring your hand to his head, aiding you as you make small movements to brush his hair and ears–which no one had the privilege to, except for you.

The days and nights pass, and he’s always there, at your bedside as you two make little quiet jokes.

Soon enough, you find how even breathing becomes taxing–your muscles wanting you to rest, as you notice how talking becomes impossible without you stretching out the syllables to form a word.

Tighnari still comes and visits, staying near your bed until the red orange sun peeks through. He notices how you’ve become more quiet, and how you’d only stare at him with tired eyes as he speaks, talking about his day and how Collei, Cyno and the others are doing.

Sometimes the traveller visits along with Paimon, wishing you the best as you form a small smile, staring at your lover who talks in your stead.

Other times, Collei shuffles in with your partner, eyes scrunched in concern and worry for the two of you as she’d sometimes take a small nap near your side as you smile.

Seldom comes Cyno, with his busy schedule, still makes time to bid you the best, attempting to make some good and horrible jokes here and there to liven up the mood.

On the rare days, Alhaitham comes with Kaveh in tow, brought in by a much more tired Tighnari, wishing you the best as the two bicker, bringing out a small tired smile from you and your lover.

And perhaps, on one day does the small dendro archon come in with a slightly irked puppet, enjoying talking to you about her day while the Wanderer–or Scaramouche was it? – sits near his so called caretaker, both providing you their own farewell and wishes as Nahida holds your colder hand with her smaller pair, telling you how she hopes your dreams come true.

Your lover sits at the opposite side of the bed as he watches you interact with your visitors and friends, smiling at how despite the lack of communication, they all–including him, can feel the gratitude swooning from the bottom of your heart.

And despite the more uplifted mood with your visitors, you’d like your last moments to be with Tighnari, as he holds your hands, leant over as he presses a kiss on your lips, watching you take deep breaths, forming a sentence albeit slowly than the normal person, yet he waits.

“I… love… you… so…” you take another breath in, finding the weight on your chest increase exponentially.

“...much. …We…’ll… meet… again…”

You force your eyes to open as you feel the warmth of your lover’s tears on the side of your cheek, listening a faint,

“I love you too… (Y/n).”

You close your eyes, finding peace as the room is filled with chokes and wails from the dark green haired man as he hugs your form tighter and tighter, awaiting for the smallest response– and he wishes at that moment, for your words to be real, as he helplessly latches on to your form as the waves of desolation comes and crashes in colossal waves, grappling on to him as it pulls him into the arms of grief.

Yet nothing happens, as he’s met with the chirps of birds and the sunlight that shines into the little window of the room that seem to mock him from afar, revelling in his grief and anguish in the alcohol scented walls of the hospital room.

#the jellyfish's work #astronetwrk #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #tighnari x reader #tighnari angst #tighnari x you #tighnari x y/n #tighnari

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merbear25 · 2 months

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Surviving a D&D AU

The world is filled with twists and turns, and you can easily find youself with unfavorable outcomes. That being said, you meet someone to help ease the worries and woes of the harsh world.

CW: SFW, gn!reader, some fighting, light cursing in Kid's, headcanons + drabbles

Zoro, Robin, Nami, Law, Kid, Ace

A/N: I added a lot of links to the races I headcanoned them as, so if you are interested in learning about them, you can! :)

I tried not to make each drabble super long. I sincerely hope y'all like it!!!

Zoro: goliath (barbarian): Goliaths are known nomads who don't build trust and friendships easily. They specialize in athletics and have a very determined nature; that being to earn their place in the tribe or die trying. Despite him not being as harsh as the goliaths, he still very much values 'pulling your weight' and would adhere to their 'fair play'.

Climbing the rocky terrain was proving to be more than you were physically capable of. The injury you'd got from the earlier ambush was worsening. In spite of just reaching the top of the mountain, you felt no relief. There were still many more obsticals to overcome if you were going to find a place to set up camp before nightfall.

Trekking forward, you heard branches snapping in the distance. Quickly ducking behind a fallen tree, you observed those approaching―ready to attack if necessary. One of them broke away from the group. As his foot steps grew nearer, you gripped your weapon tightly. The crunch of his path halted right before the tree you were crouching behind. Hesitation could mean death, so acting on impulse, you sprang over the bark, and swung your weapon down on your anticipated enemy.

Acting on instinct, however, your opponent easily blocked your blow. Shoving you to the ground, he only showed annoyance and inconvenience. Despite this, you lurched at him again. However, this time your physical ailment would prove to be a hinderence. You winced from the pain, but showed no sign of letting up.

Taking notice in your perserverance, he grapped your weapon this time and pulled you in for a closer look. Studying your face, the dedication you had to survive was piercing. Then he examined your leg and told you that you were in need of immediate medical attention.

Without having a minute to process this, he swooped you up and over his shoulder. Even though you were clearly flustered and shaken from his sudden behavior, he calmly told you that they had medics who could help you.

When reaching the medical tent, he eased you off his shoulder, still ignoring your many protests to having done it in the first place. Your wild nature wasn't wearing him down, though. In fact, he liked when others, especially ones of different races, were filled with passion and the will to, not only live, but to survive.

Although he was staring at you with such intensity, you weren't going to let that stop you from tearing into him. He was irritated by your lack of gratitude, sure, but he liked seeing how lively you were, even with a hurt leg.

"You can't go out in this weater," ignoring your frustration.

"And why not?"

His eye twitched at your relentlessness, "Because there's going to be a storm rolling in soon. You won't be able to find shelter soon enough."

Feeling a bit rediculous now, you asked what he'd suggest.

"You should stay in our village until it passes."

"How long is that going to be?"

Thinking it over, he told you, "At least a week."

Robin: shadar-kai (fighter/paladin): Robin has always had prestine perception abilities. Her class would favor her in battle, continuing to let her be quick and limber in combat. As for her race, I believe the Blessing of the Raven Queen would serve as a good substitute for her Devil's Fruit abilities by letting her swiftly approach and evade enemies with the added ability of the misty step.

You had lost your way to the tavern you were supposed to be rendezvousing with the other group members. It was already dark, and the streets were poorly lit. The cobble stoned streets were still slick from that afternoon's rainfall and panic was starting to set in.

Each building seemed to have no difference between the others. The rows of rooftops and stone walls all merged together, causing you to feel faint and dizzy. Being as out of sorts as you were, you failed to notice a group of goblins approaching you. They were cackling about their most recent tussle, but with you stumbling about the street, they couldn't help shifting their attention to you.

"Oi, oi! What's up with you now? Shaking in your boots, are you?" One mocked.

You didn't respond and instead tried to focus on keeping your footing.

"You look like you might got some nice trinkets on you, don't you lot think?" Another commented. "Why don't you just hand over what you got and we'll let you off easy, yeah?"

Backing away from them, you were hesitant to fight, but you knew you'd have to seeing as you didn't actually have much on you. However, you felt a wisp of air rush past you and the goblins had suddenly been knocked back. Groans from them rose as they struggled to get back on their feet.

Standing before you was a hooded figure with a shortsword. When the agressors finally came back around, the stranger promptly warned them to return where they came from and not to cause any more trouble. One of the goblins snorted at this but was then met with the tip of her blade pressed againt their chest. She'd appeared before him so quickly that it put the group of them in a state of shock―momentarily paralized from fear. Analyzing the situation, they begrudgingly agreed to leave you alone.

After making sure they wouldn't turn back around, the stranger glanced back at you, "Are you alright?"

You were still sat on the ground, in awe of your savior's grace and kindness. Nodding in response, she offered you a hand.

"What are you doing out here all by yourself?"

After explaining your perdicimate, she began, "That's quite a way from where we are now." Your face felt hot from the sheer embarrassment of it all, but she suggested accompaning you there. Of course, you wanted to repay the favor in anyway you could but she wouldn't accept any. Instead reassuring, "Knowing those goblins won't pick on you again will be thanks enough."

Nami: high elf (rogue): Even though the Tabaxi race was a close second, I believe high elves suit Nami more. Despite their holier than you attitudes, they have a strong sense of cultural pride and kindness. Nami doesn't always give the best first impressions, but she cares deeply about others' safety. Her being a rogue is self-explanitory as she'll be able to trick enemies out of great fortunes.

Wandering around the market, you eyed the plentiful fruit, vegetables, bread, and sweets that lined the streets. Today's haul would be enough to tide you over for at least a week. Practically drooling, you snapped back to reality when you saw one of the vendors step away from their booth. Taking your chance, you were mindful of your pace. Approaching the table, you pretended to be contemplating what to buy. The man's back was still facing you, so you snatched a loaf of bread.

Before shoving it into your bag, an old woman, who'd been sitting in the back corner, shouted "Thief!" Dropping the bread, you hastily looked around. You knew the consequences of stealing but life had presented you with no other choice.

Turning to run, you instantly bumped into a tall woman, causing you to stumble back a few steps. She peered down at you, seemingly judging you harshly.

The old man was now on top of you and ready to flag down the authorities. However, a soft, even voice questioned, "What's the problem here?"

The husband and wife shouted that that thief must be dealt with properly.

She grinned at them and said that there must be some misunderstanding, "They're actually a friend of mine. I'm sure they were just grabbing the bread to have me permit purchasing it. We'll gladly pay for it now."

Neither of them were particularly happy with this, seeing as they were going to hold a grudge against you. Nevertheless, they accepted payment and let you go.

When you distanced yourself enough from the vendors, you asked her why she did that.

"No one should have to go hungry." Shooting you a cheeky smile, she lifted her cloak, "Plus, I swipped more than enough to break even on that bread."

Eager to quench your hunger, you reached out for the abundent of food she'd stolen. She pulled back, though and now that gleeful look turned into a solemn one, "I'll only let you have it if you promise to be more careful."

Once accepting these terms, she gladly handed the food over to you. "Don't you have anyone to help you get out of trouble?"

Shaking your head, you prefered not to go into details. Inspite of this, the pain you were carrying was more than apparent.

She sighed, "I guess you leave me no choice but to teach you how to be a proper rogue."

Law: Dark elf (sorcerer): Dark elves tend to lean more towards chaotic and lawful evil, however, that's not always the case. Depite this race being deemed as such, I could see Law renouncing Lolth and following the teachings of Eilistraee. This would be a great parallel to his story in OP. In terms of class, being a sorcerer would allow him healing abilities, not just aiding in combat.

Journeying into a cave wasn't your idea of scouting for a treasure map, but you were outvoted by the rest of your group. Sulking about how dark and cramped it was, you hadn't realized there was a short drop coming up.

Letting out a yelp, you landed on your wrist. Turning over in agony, you dreaded the reality―breaking it. Shakily bringing your other hand to it, you flinched and cried out in pain. Cursing obsenitites at your group, but especially at that damn ledge.

After taking a few minutes to catch your breath, you rolled over to ease yourself up. Your torch had fallen to the side, still lit but quickly dying out. You clumsily jerked towards it, accidentally kicking dirt on it, putting it out. Numerous f-bombs were dropped as you fumbled around in your pockets in search of a match.

But then you fell silent. There were footsteps echoing throughout the cave. You attempted to silence your whimpers of fear of what was looming towards you. Surely, it was something venemous and undoubtedly carnivorous, as well. Feeling helpless in your current state, you tried to prepare for combat regardless.

Bringing your dagger out of its holder, you waited till the moment to pounce was right. The last step seemed to be right up on you, so without hesitation you lunged at the unknown threat. However, you had sadly misjudged them. You hadn't had enough time to consider the, very likely, possibility that they had nightvision.

This dawns on you far too late, and instead of plunging your weapon into them, they easily evaded your attack, which made you fall face first into the dishevelled soil. Scrambling to get your bearings, you lunged at them again, only this time you made contact with the moistened rocks.

"Can you stop that?" A male voice came from behind you, clearly annoyed by your anticts.

Slashing at the air, you retorted, "What're you up to? What do you want from me?"

"I was passing through and you attacked me," now exasperated beyond belief.

"Where are you? Show yourself!"

Knowing he wasn't going to talk sense into you if you were quite literally left in the dark about him, he kneeled down and lit your torch for you.

Your eyes winced at its flame and adjusted as they laid on the stranger holding it out for you to take. Even though you demanded for him to show himself, you wouldn't have guessed for him to be a dark elf.

The uncertainty and distrust you had for him was written all over your face. Rolling his eyes at you he foreced the torch into your hand, unfortunately choosing the one that was broken. Seething from the rush of agony, it was dropped on the cave floor. Not having seen that you were injured, he swiftly motioned his hand over your wrist.

You backed away, thinking that he was about to cast a curse, but you went against your better judgement, not shying away entirely. There was a flash of light, alleviating any discomfort you were in. Blinking at the formerly bruised area, you gawked at him in wonder.

This made him regret taking this path, and he wished you good luck before turning to leave.

"Wait!"

He raised an eyebrow at you.

"Could you...help me find something? Please?"

Kid: half-orc (barbarian): half-orcs, similar to full-blooded ones, feel emotions more intensely than humans. Their personalities tend to be more bold and they take action more quickly. Action (usually in the form of fists) is the prefered method to resolving problems, which is why I thought this suited Kid nicely. Not to mention, they have proficiency in intimidation.

How much longer till you arrived at the tavern? It felt like you'd been walking for hours. When you finally laid eyes on that universally beat up sign, you could hardly contain your excitement. You sprinted the rest of the way, completely ignoring how sore your legs were. With that in mind, your legs buckled under you right as you pushed open the door―a loud crash and enraged shouting followed shortly after.

"What the hell was that for?" The fiery haired half-orc shot out of his seat and gripped the elf's collar.

"It wasn't my fault! That..." but before he could point you out, the agressor slammed his fist into the elf's face, swiftly knocking him out.

The furious red-head was still looking for a fight, and anyone who made eye contact was next in line to be pummled. In this case, you decided your best option was to play dead.

"You, what's your problem? Get off the damn floor, you idiot!" Although you were lying face down on the floor, you knew that it was directed at you. Carefully, you got up but refrained from having your gaze meet his.

"Sorry," you began, "I suppose I was overwhelmed by your inate strength and fainted."

You could feel the onlookers staring, their eyes darting back and forth between the two of you.

Finally, he let out a booming laugh, "Ha! How rediculous! I do have that effect on some, now that I think of it." Loosing sight of how he was riled up earlier, your compliment made him change gears.

Now that you were able to avoid turning black and blue, you debated whether or not to find another tavern. However, you heard him call to the barkeep, "Get us another round for the table! Oh, and throw in an extra for the one who's weak in the knees!" The request was followed by yet another series of laughter from him and now his friends.

You weren't going to be able to leave now, as doing so would mean setting off that ticking time bomb of a temper of his. Turning around, you attempted to be as happy as ever.

Going towards the table, he points out, "You look like shit by the way! What the hell did you get into?"

Ace: tiefling (sorcerer): Despite their scary appearance, many tieflings are not quick to solve conflict with force. They do not trust easily, however, they are extremely loyal and will move heaven and earth to protect those they care about. Ace has shown similar qualities what with his devotion to White Beard and his brothers. He could relate to how the tieflings are looked at: with distrust, suspicion, and hatred.

You'd crashed your boat into the rocks off the coast during a terrible storm, which now left you washed up on the beach and unconscious. You faintly remember voices over you, but you couldn't make out what was being said. You could barely feel someone gently lifting you, carrying you somewhere you could not protest to.

Upon wakening, you saw that your injuries had been tended to and you'd been given an IV. A disagreement seemed to be unfolding outside of the room, so you did your best to comprehend their exchanges. The door opened though, startling you.

You forced your eyes shut again, hoping your nerves wouldn't give you away. You sensed that their presence was just at the foot of your bed. Not being able to resist the temptation, you lifted your eyelids to see a horned figure staring back at you. Unable to hold back your surprise, your eyes widened and dread sunk in.

He must have picked up on this as his face fell slightly, "You seem better." Nodding at you, he motioned away.

"Did you save me?"

Glaring at you, mostly out of anticipation of the trechory you would inevitably pull, he simply gave you a, "I did."

Before he rushed off you were sure to tell him, "T-thank you! I'm so grateful."

The sincerity behind your words stung, but he still appreciated your gratitude.

Luckily, your wounds weren't too serious and you were healthy enough to leave the following week. You wanted to give him another thank you before you went off again on your own, but he was nowhere to be found.

Searching the halls, you heard a ruckus just outside of the hospital's gates. There was a group of humans demanding to be treated, but were being refused entry by your horned savior. You could see where things were heading, so you rushed to join them.

"Why won't you treat us? Can't you see we have someone who's gravely ill here?"

"You're carrying weapons that are forbidden to be taken past the gates and you're blatently refusing to hand them over."

"Well, forgive us if we're not so quick to trust you lot."

"How dare you demand treatment when you're so quick to cast judgement and spew hatred!" His hands started glowing a vibrant red which were then ignited into flames.

Thankfully, you showed up just in time to help ease the tension. Cutting between the both of them, you helped to explain that the rules aren't discriminatory and even the tieflings must adhere to them. You reminded the humans that their friend was in dire need of medical assistance, and they wouldn't be able to afford to prolong his treat for much longer.

This brought them back to the reason why they were there. They apologized, even if it was said behind gritted teeth, and willingly gave up their weapons.

As the group found their way inside, you looked at the horned man fondly. Impressed by your willingness to step in during the heat of an argument earned you a bit of his trust, and he returned your fond gaze.

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Desperation's Summit - Part 13

widowed troll x human raising triplets enemies-ish to lovers? on-going

Summary:

What happens when a rich human woman gets kidnapped by a troll in the mountains? The troll claims it was an accident, but is that really true?

cw: spousal death backstory

❄ Part 1 ❄ Masterlist ❄ Previous ❄

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When Cordelia awoke the next morning, it was to a pounding head, a lung wracking cough, and a fever. After a loud sniffle, she added 'sticky congestion' to her list of ailments. Trying to ignore the agitation of being ill, she shifted and her eyes slid around the room.

Upon entering Rakash's room last night, she found a rough-hewn desk and chair a top of pelt-like rug and books in an array of amateurish to professional binding. She didn't know if the books belonged to Karina or if they were legitimately bound Trollish texts and her exhaustion had outweighed her curiosity. There had also been a large fireplace, attached to the one in the main cabin room, she thought.

It took her a few minutes to locate the stairs that led to the mezzanine-like partial floor above, where his more bed and dressing area resided.

On the left side of the bed, morning light squeezed between panels of a curtained window. A large, foldable privacy screen sectioned off a small area of the room, flanked by a heavy, crudely made armoire. Her eye caught on the occasional tunic or discarded sock, reminding her she was in Rakash's domain. As if the scent lingering in his blankets wasn't reminder enough.

Vague snatches of last night danced through her mind. Her run-in with the thrall, the magic that had sizzled from her fingers, Rakash's confessional backstory.

Cordelia rubbed her fingers against the blankets swaddling her, as if she could erase the phantom sensations still burning there. While getting the medicine for Ebra, she had quietly sworn to not indulge Rakash, flirtatiously or carnally. He had disappointed her. She didn't bed people who disappointed her. Or that's what she told herself.

Avoiding the thoughts lurking at the edges of her thoughts, she considered whether she should attempt to venture down the stairs, despite her body's preemptive twinges, and to the kitchen for food.

"How're you feeling?" As if summoned by her consciousness and appetite, Rakash appeared from the stairway with a tray gripped in his hands. The shadows under his eyes had returned, making his features as grim-faced as the first time they met.

Strangely, something felt something was softer about him. Though that might just be thanks to her illness.

"Peachy," Cordelia croaked, her throat aching. Uncomfortable heat, unconnected to her illness, crept into her cheeks as she remembered her impromptu bath last night.

Rakash brought the tray closer, setting it on the bedside table with a soft clack. Without warning, he pressed his palm to her forehead. It took Cordelia a breathless beat to understand what he was doing just before he hummed in consternation, "I was worried this would happen."

"What?" As he stepped back, relieving her of his cooler palm, Cordelia eyed the offerings on the tray. Thick greyish glop steamed in the bowl. She presumed it was oatmeal or gruel. A mug with a greenish yellow hue that was hopefully tea. A piece of toasted bread and - amusingly - a small bowl of fruit sauce.

Faintly, she wondered if a trolling or three had assisted on this breakfast. If so, then they were all feeling well. That eased an unexpected knot in her chest.

Also among the food was her bound journal. An odd offering, she thought, before she remembered. It was the journal with the proportions for the medication scrawled in it. Rakash picked it up, waggling it in the air gently. "Tell me the measurements."

She blinked up at him, not quite understanding before realization hit her. Ah... it waswritten in Common, wasn't it?

That didn't explain why he wanted to know about the medicine now. Her eyebrows furrowed further, a slow mounting dread sinking into her chest. "Why? Your kids are fine, aren't they?"

"For you." Rakash tipped the journal closer to her head but stopped shy of lightly bopping her on the forehead.

Oh, that was why? Cordelia swallowed down a sigh of relief, that cold dread dissipating. Not even looking at Rakash, she dismissively waved her hand. "I'll be fine. It's just a cold."

Rakash narrowed his eyes, his features darkening for a second. He supposed he should be relieved she was back to being obstinate, but her tone rubbed him the wrong way. Something lurked between the words. It reminded him of her words the other night, when she asked if she looked like a "creepy, death-dealing mage."

He realized it hadn't been disgust that colored her tone then. It was disbelief. How could she be a mage? It seemed strange that Cordelia couldn't imagine herself being something.

Quietly, he watched her daintily spoon some of the fruit sauce – a concoction the kids swore she'd enjoy – into her mouth. She swallowed slowly, face pinching with a subdued flinch indicating her throat was raw. At least she went for another bite, which would hopefully fuel the fight inside her.

As he watched her eat, he considered how to convince her to allow him to help her. Maybe she didn't want to rely on him. Or maybe she just liked lording her abilities and capabilities over him. Though, that didn't seem the case, given the last twenty-four hours they'd endured. So why would she fight his assistance?

He supposed it didn't really matter. Cordelia was an adult and could do what she wanted, even if it caused detriment to herself. But something about how she spoke of herself nagged at his thoughts. Further, if she did get worse, would she be able to tell him the correct instructions for the medicine? His lips thinned at that thought. He really didn't want to lose her thanks to her own stubbornness, let alone to an illness he had medicines to combat.

Medicines he possessed specifically because of her.

An idea sparked through his head, forceful and warm. Before he thought too long in it, Rakash stepped forward, grabbed Cordelia by her chin, and stooped over her.

Her body went rigid at his touch. Heat bit at her cheeks and she wildly wondered if this was a fever or blush. Either way, a surprised squeak left her as he forced her gaze up. "What are you doi—!?"

Cordelia's body froze as Rakash swept down and caught her lips. She became very aware of the weight of the tray on her lap, torn between tossing it at the troll and holding it tight to ground herself. She also became agonizingly aware of the chill on one shoulder, where her nightgown had slipped low.

His heat eased the stiff ache in her muscles, the cold from her bones. Tired and weak, Cordelia let her eyes flutter shut, leaning into the kiss, and tilting her head a little. Her cheek brushed against one of his tusks as his tongue breached across her lips.

Despite the suddenness, the kiss was achingly tender. The affection made Cordelia twinge with need on a level entirely different than carnal. Something that battled against the pangs of illness, craving more simple touches versus salacious need.

When Rakash pulled away, Cordelia's eyes dazedly blinked open. She was greeted with his grin spread beneath his tusks.

"Oh no, I've been exposed to this highly contagious sickness." His deadpan words couldn't hide the smug glint in his eye as he leaned back. Once more he held up the journal and waved it in Cordelia's line of sight. "And if I get ill while my children's nanny is sick, there will be no one to care for the triplets."

She blinked up at him, eyes round and cheeks aching where his stubble razed her softer skin. Trying to ignore the embarrassment rising in her, her eyes narrowed. "Oh, you are absolutely wretched."

"As you've said before," Rakash sighed, though the slight curve of his lips betrayed his self-congratulations. Again, he waggled the journal in front of her. "The measurements?"

Cordelia had half a mind to ignore him. Stubbornness and spite didn't want to give into him, especially after he'd kissed her without consent! A small part of her knew she didn't actually mind, since it was Rakash. She shoved that small part to the deeper recesses of her brain, hoping it would never be seen again. He was just looking out for her stubborn self, since without her he'd be alone to care for his kids.

With that thought in mind, Cordelia sighed and relented.

"Zalmir and Kazri got quarter doses as precaution, while Ebra got a half dose for symptoms. Adult humans get full doses. I'm not sure about adult trolls, but I bought enough for ten human adults, just in case." Taking the journal, she flipped to the pages with the doctor's directions. After she indicated the measurements, describing how to differentiate between the ingredients through description or labeling, she shot him a withering look. "Happy now?"

Rakash took a moment to consider her instructions as he rubbed his chin. Once he relieved her of the journal, she pressed back against the pillows, glaring down into the bowl of oatmeal. She fought to convince herself that the way he mumbled the instructions back to himself, personalized for his own understanding, was not making her heart flutter.

When Rakash was certain he had a strong understanding, he flipped the journal shut – keeping a finger on the page to keep his spot – and glanced down at Cordelia. She refused to look at him. Her cheeks were a deeper shade of pink than a fever warranted and small bead of guilt pulsed through him.

It wasn't enough guilt to regret forcing her hand. Still, his voice was soft and gentle as he said, "I think I have it. Thank you."

Only when Rakash turned to leave did Cordelia bring her eyes up, glowering after him. As he descended down the stairs, and out of her sight, she remembered her food. Forcing her attention to the tray, she forced herself to eat while fending off nausea and suffering her sore throat. Another uncomfortable sensation had taken root alongside the queasiness. Something that she, yet again, didn't want to look too closely at.

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Days passed and Cordelia's health slowly climbed closer to what one could call healthy. It was aggravatingly slow compared to Ebra's exuberant return to boisterous health. When she accused Rakash of getting the medicine measurements wrong for her, he calmly reminded her she also had a run-in with a thrall, which may have slowed her healing process. Even more infuriating was the fact she couldn't argue against that.

Even with her sniping, Rakash continued to bring her food, a change of clothes, and an allotment of medicine every day. His attentive behavior made the feelings in her chest tangle even tighter.

Worse, he always settled on the edge of the bed, side to side with her, watching closely as she drank the tonic. It was like he didn't trust her to take her medicine and on a few occasions she had half a mind to spit it at him. She never did, of course. It would have been a waste of medicine, but the temptation was there.

These were Cordelia's musings as she accepted the tonic from Rakash and as he settled beside her on the bed.

Imagining the shock that would paint his face made Cordelia vaguely smile. Of course, then his shock would give way to anger. Maybe even a scowl or a baring of teeth with a curled lip.

Cordelia had fallen silent, as she was wont to do during their newfound morning routine. Rakash chalked it up to her not being fully awake just yet. However, a few days had passed and she'd gotten better over that time, making him want to gauge her health.

He settled on the edge of the bed, leaning back against the headboard but not looking straight at the human woman. "How are you feeling today, Delwi?"

Thankfully, Cordelia had already gulped down the remedy, or else she may have choked. Heat sparked up her, hearing him call her the nickname she grudgingly allowed the trollings to use. The rush of blood to her cheeks made her skin burn as she shot a glare up at Rakash. "You do not call me that!"

"Why not? My kids do." He bit down a grin, watching from the corner of his gaze as the woman visibly bristled. A few days ago, she wouldn't have taken the bait. Opting instead to burrow further into the blankets, while half-heartedly complaining about his stench on them.

"This may come as a surprise to you, but theyare toddlers whereas you are not." Cordelia sniffed disapprovingly at him, settling the cup to the side as she dragged her spoon through the broth he had brought for the midday meal.

"So you noticed," he returned, the ghost of a smile dancing at his lips as his eyes hooded suggestively.

If this was how he interacted with his late wife, Cordelia could almost see his appeal. The irate edge of his voice had softened over the last few days, sounding far smoother than it had since she arrived. Rolling her eyes, she ignored the observation and clung to agitation. "I've barely noticed the difference."

To that, Rakash snorted.

"What?" Cordelia shot back at him.

"You either haven't met many children or know some awfully large ones if you could mistake me for a toddler." He leaned toward her, raising his eyebrows. At some point in their conversation, he had extended an arm behind her shoulders, along the top of the headboard. With her hair plaited and pulled over her shoulder, a vague thought realized he could coast his fingertips along the nape of her neck.

If he wanted to, of course.

"This may be hard for you to understand but I was speaking figuratively, not literally. You do understand the difference, don't you?" She narrowed her eyes at him, funneling haughtiness into her tone. Part of her didn't think he was listening. His gaze seemed angled behind her and Cordelia suddenly felt the open air on her bared skin there. The ambient heat of his arm taunted her.

"Barely." Rakash leaned closer toward her, arm sliding further along the headboard in an attempt to ease the itch in his fingers. Her body language tensed, the faint pink on her cheeks darkening as she turned away from him with a huff and returned to her soup. Like how his body heat teased Cordelia, hers tempted him. The last few days of taking care of her, coupled with his gratitude for her interference, had further softened him to this arrogant woman. It didn't help that his 'stench' and her scent were intertwined in his bed now.

He found his eyes drawn to her lips more often, especially as she ate, recalling the smallest of sounds she had made during their sudden kiss. His fingers curled, knowing how soft she was from that very first night. When he had accidentally stolen her away. Sitting with her under his arm, Rakash knew he would have willingly made the same mistake again.

The thought struck him like a club over the head and he sat straight, averting his gaze with his arm falling off the headboard and to his own side. Rakash had to remind himself Cordelia was not happy with the circumstances. Even if he wouldn't change his actions, she'd surely wish otherwise. That notion spun around his head, even when she shot him a curious look as he retreated.

If he was a lesser man, he could have convinced himself she was disappointed at him moving away.

They sat in silence for a few moments, Cordelia quietly eating and wondering why he'd suddenly pulled away. Rakash continued to sit on the edge of the bed, leaned back against the headboard. A safe buffer of space had squeezed between them.

It was Rakash who broke the amicable silence as he turned toward Cordelia. "Do you feel well enough to get out of bed today?"

She paused, shooting him a suspicious look with her spoon clamped in her mouth. The momentary relief of his eyes being turned away from her as she ate fled as a breathless sort of apprehension crawled back into her chest. Why she suddenly felt fidgety under Rakash's gaze, Cordelia didn't understand.

With that though securely in place, her eyebrow raised cynically as she eased the spoon from her lips. "So eager to put me back to work?"

Only with willful determination did Rakash not let his eyes drop to Cordelia's lips and watch the utensil slip from between her lips. Well, determination and curiosity to see her reaction to what he had planned. "No, I have something to show you."

Cordelia's nose wrinkled with preemptive disapproval, her thoughts swinging back to their previous discussion. She ignored the bite of heat on her cheeks as she said, "This doesn't have anything to do with you proving you're bigger than a toddler, does it?"

"No," he snorted and shook his head, unable to keep his lips from twitching into a grin. "Though, if you ask nicely, I might be inclined t—"

His teasing words were cut off as a flustered Cordelia flung a pillow into his face. As he chuckled into the cushion, she faintly realized that weeks ago she'd been perversely curious how Rakash looked when he smiled, when he laughed. Now, she was woefully unprepared for that expression on his lips, so close to her own face.

She could have leaned over, closed that distance, and—

Before Rakash fully lowered the pillow, a mass of blankets rained down on him. Cordelia scrambled from the bed, moving her bowl of soup to the bedside table with her mug of tea.

"A momentary change of scenery should be fine," she primly trilled as she staggered on semi-wobbly legs to the little heap of her clothes that sat on a small chest by the privacy screen. In her effort to gain distance from Rakash, Cordelia didn't notice when he pushed the blankets off. Nor did she notice how his eyes followed her.

With the light from the window through the thin material of her chemise, memories of her nude form kneeling beside him washed over Rakash's thoughts. A lump formed in his throat as heat raged in his center. When did it become so warm in the room? Taking a deep breath through his nose, he averted his gaze and stood.

"I'll wait for you below as you get ready," he said and headed for the stairs. She didn't seem to care or notice, he thought, as he descended to the safety below.

Sorting carelessly through her clothes, not really seeing what she was picking up, Cordelia listened to Rakash leave. Try as she might, she couldn't ignore heart thrumming noisomely in her chest.

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Ephemeral Infinity Of Spring

pairing *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ patient!satoru gojo x med school student!geto suguru

genre *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ drama,comedy,angst. romance, fluff.

cw *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ angst, strong language, typos, grammatical errors, cliché moments , violence, potential medical malpractice

a/n : *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ so it’s inspired by ' In another life' - a bokuaka fanfiction by LittleLuxray on ao3 .

╰ ┈➤ Chapter List

╰ ┈➤ Master list

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝕴t hadn't been long since Geto Suguru had been to a concert hospital . Not because he was suffering from any ailments rather he had the misfortune of being a medical student . Visiting a hospital regularly for assignments to help with his GPA and other related future prospects was one of his responsibilities as a med school student . The cold February wind ruffled Suguru's dark hair. The radiant hues of horizon reflected in his dead eyes. Standing at the edge of the high rise building with his portfolio and other necessities. He was stuck with the honor he never asked for. Being the envious golden student born into a family of doctors , he should be happy and grateful, but he's not. Only he knew the pain when his heart wanted to live but he wanted to die. All these years living life for someone, he'd lost himself in this world. His life felt somewhat was colorless.

The hospital was a place of both life and death . Within these brightly lit hallways laced with doors on both side spreading like labyrinth expanding into the fabric of universe itself. It was pretty ironic. People take their first open their eyes here, not even being able to recognise faces of their own family, within these sterile white walls and die here, leaving their loved ones behind. A heartless farewell . Suguru disliked both . To him , little children were considered an unnecessary economic liability . It was sickening to be surrounded by all of this and often more sickening than the disease you are expected to cure as a doctor . These white walls of hospital were grey. Doctors and Nurses bustled through the hallway like train in its track, unstopping and moving, not even budging to look at the state of people hurled up in the waiting room . The receptionist's hands moved like tongs on the desk , mechanically creating a bundle of thousands of signed receipts like a printer. Someone coughed. Someone cried, but overall it was just the silence and the plight of patients in the waiting room, devoid of laughter and happiness. Everything there was mechanical. Like clockwork.

The pungent stench of antiseptic lingered in the air. If that wasn't enough to make him want to gag, well, there was a floor cleaner pricking his nose. Suguru composed himself and told himself 'I'm used to it', yet he couldn't hold himself from frowning.

" Um Geto Suguru-san ?" He heard a voice , causing him to whip his head towards the source . It was woman with long dark hair which glowed with a hint of purple under the blue tinted hospital lights . Some strands tied behind her head and was sporting a scar on the right side of her face that crossed the bridge of her nose. She was a little older than him considering she was wearing a receptionist's outfit . " Uh yes that's me" The woman nodded at his words and asked him to follow her . While walking to her work station , she gave him a rundown of the hospital and how great it was - something Suguru paid no attention to . In about fifteen minutes or so , all paperwork was sorted out and he was officially signed up . No going back I guess , he thought to himself .

The woman had been babbling for long enough for his ears to become numb to it. What was it? 30 minutes? 20 minutes? The sound of her voice was nothing more than background noise to Suguru's ears at this point and he'd totally lost comprehension of her words . This was precisely being lost in an abyss of nothingness, treading aimless. "Found you" A smug voice shone in stark contrast through the darkness like guiding sunshine. He turned and saw the profile of an unfamiliar young man of his age . Conventionally, this new guy would be considered a very tall man but Suguru being 6'1" himself was only a couple inches shorter in comparison.

His striking delicate but sharp features were mesmerizing with almost feminine perfection . Perhaps it was his snowy white hair that fell on his forehead, or the way his circular shades rested on his nose or perhaps his smug grin, or who knows, lollipop propped between his teeth ? No, it was his lips dyed fainted blue that Suguru couldn't help detach his eyes away from . This guy had a total air of a snob about him, he was the cool type of popular kid at highschool who'd die without attention. Suguru steered away from such people. They were walking natural disasters. Despite that, Suguru couldn't help being mildly curious about him at the same time. 'What am I even thinking? Focus.' he told himself but then his gaze fell on the guy's clothes. A white and blue patterned clothing. 'He's a patient' Suguru noticed.

" I'm sorry but do i know you ?" Suguru tilted his head and asked . " Nope but -" The man grinned taking his lollipop from between his lips and cocking it in Suguru's direction causing the ebony haired man to reflexively cringe away . " my hottie radar said there was a hot single in this area and my senses - " he haughtily pointed his index finger at the tip of his nose and continued " are never wrong and I think of it as my duty to check them out " Suguru felt his eye twitch as he stared back at the man . There is no way he just said that . Suguru considered himself quite a patient man; he had to skipped a year through college and coming home to a mountain of homework and having to deal with his parent's and his own expectations – he was not easily flustered or overwhelmed when faced with a unusual personalities . However nothing in life could prepare him for the current situation he was in . " So you mean to say you're a public nuisance who's liable to getting booked for harassment ?" The white haired man pulled the shades resting on the bridge of his nose down and stared at him in bewilderment . Suguru bit his tongue instantly regretting his words . There goes my good impression , he lamented internally . He didn't dare look to his side to see the nurse's reaction . He expected the man to get offended and yell at him , but instead he burst out laughing . So hard he almost doubled over .

" Yo Utahime I'm keeping this one , he's just too fun", He grabbed Suguru's shoulders , still laughing and the nurse just sighed at this incorrigible Jack Frost imposter, that was what Suguru labeled him in his mind, she shook her head . " Do as you see fit ." His wide grin became even wider . Think of the devil reincarnate . Before the poor medical student could even comprehend half the things happening around him, it was too late for him to plead his case. He started in vain, " But miss I am an intern , I'm not supposed to -"

" One of the duties of interns is to look after patients babygirl" Jack Frost imposter said as he dragged him away . The dark haired man looked to the nurse for help who just passed him a mournful unempathetic glance that said, 'You're on your own, kid' and turned away to continue working .

He felt hurt at being ditched. But then again, he was used to it. All of it. He irritatedly walked behind the chirpy extravert, who waved and smiled at everyone that passed by. This guy seemed to literally be familiar with everyone in this place. Finally, the two men with contrasting personality stopped in front of the more colorful part of the hospital, the pediatrics ward, and the man smiled proudly ," This is where you will be working"

" But I'm a neurology major ! This isn't my field of interest or expertise"

" Seriously, who cares ?"

" B-but I have no experience- " he panicked.

"Then let's get it"

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please! anything but the mess that is motorsport today

Okay but honestly, best ask ever.

(CW: discussions of fairly gross medical procedures below)

SO. Here's the story about how Blackbeard might have had syphilis.

In the early eighteenth century, Edward Teach - Blackbeard - was sailing around the Atlantic in a former French slave ship called the Queen Anne's Revenge. Most people are probably fairly familiar with stories of Blackbeard - he's been in pretty much every popular piece of pirate media in the last century in some form or another. Icon. Burning fuses in the beard guy.

A lot of the stories we have of Blackbeard are directly drawn from a book, A General History of the Pyrates, which is one of the broadest accounts of piracy of this era, and then from personal accounts of people who knew him or knew of him. Remember that A General History is detail-accurate in some places, and totally fictional in others, and that Blackbeard had a serious reputation in the eighteenth century, so how accurate these stories are is really up for debate, and a lot of it has been blown up in sensationalism and fanaticism. There are almost no accounts of Blackbeard actually killing anyone, so reports of his untamed violence were probably landowners and local officials attempting to sway public opinion against him as they were so terrified of him looting them. However, one thing that people can generally agree on is that by the end of his career, Blackbeard had 'gone a bit mad'.

This is just historical context.

During the 1717 blockade of Charleston, South Carolina, as part of a random demand, he asked for a crate of medical supplies, including syringes and mercury.

The 1996 excavation on the Queen Anne's Revenge, just off the shores of Beaufort Inlet, North Carolina, revealed 240,000 artefacts, including a pewter syringe with mercury traces in it.

Getting to the main point: syphilis is a pretty nasty STD, caused by the bacteria treponema pallidum.

Now, today, syphilis is treatable with penicillin. However, in the eighteenth century - two centuries before penicillin was discovered - a common 'cure' for this was injected mercury into the urethra. This is not effective, I think it goes without saying. It would have been agony, and probably made things much worse, although I can't comment on what exposure to mercury actually does to treponema pallidum.

The thing is, when left untreated, syphilis can turn into neurosyphilis. This is when the bacteria starts to effect the nervous system though tissue in the spine and brain. I am not a medical professional so I can't explain the process with any degree of accuracy. However, what I can say is that neurosyphilis generally presents as depression, mania, personality changes, and dementia.

The latter part of Blackbeard's days mostly involve crashing his ship, finding a pardon, then returning to piracy and ultimately being killed.

However, accounts of his behaviour combined with the historical accounts and archaeological evidence do point to Blackbeard potentially suffering from syphilis. Normally, these theories are based almost entirely on folklore and slander, but I think this one has real credence. Which, as an archaeologist, makes it uniquely fascinating to me. Obviously, I'm not the first person to come up with this, and it's by no means proven, but it is very interesting.