#*muffled aggravated noises*

[minilette]

errorcore.

working on a (roughly) 17-page errorcore comic! actually, one question, would you guys prefer if i upload a few pages weekly or drop the whole comic once im done?

the comic is based on a headcanon I came with, what if Error's strings act on an instinctual level, despite him being able to control them well? And uh, Core trying her best to make shit make sense for Error.

[sttoru]

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you leave megumi with your husband so you can make them breakfast. you quickly realise that that might have backfired.

wc. around 1.3k

tags. dad!toji x wife!female reader. fluff. reader gets called ‘mama’ by both toji & megumi. half beta read.

“ow, careful there, brat.”

your husband’s deep voice echoes from within the bathroom. you’ve left megumi in his care this morning so you’d be able to make breakfast in peace. toji was all grumpy about it, since he had to wake up early when he had no work, but eventually agreed to your proposal.

you hum your favorite song while frying eggs. the sizzling in the pan did help avert your attention from toji’s grunts of annoyance somewhere in the distance, though only for a couple seconds. your hear your child’s laughter slip between the noises of aggravation. it piques your interest.

“one more time and i’m putting y’r ass in time out,” toji’s deep voice sounds muffled. he sounds rather serious about whatever is bothering him.

you turn the stove off and walk towards the hallway, standing at the doorframe as you look in the direction of the bathroom. you tilt your head and try your best to pick up on snippets of the conversation between your husband and son.

the sound of bottles dropping on the floor is the first thing that allows you to guess that megumi’s acting up. you know how mischievous your little toddler can get, especially at his age. toji isn’t one to gentle parent his kid—he tries to, of course, but sometimes he can’t help but be a bit rough.

“megumi fushiguro.”

you raise your eyebrows as toji uses your child’s full name. he rarely does, only when he’s really upset or about to lose his marbles. you decide to see what was going on for yourself. you walk towards the bathroom, cleaning your hands against the material of your apron. you knock once before pushing the door open.

you stick your head through the little gap, ready to identify the cause of the commotion. the first thing you notice is the chaos on the floor; bottles, tubes, toothbrushes, and all other kinds of products lay cluttered on the bathroom tiles.

your eyes then land on your husband’s broad and scarred back, “hey, honey. did something hap—”

your voice trails off once toji turns around, revealing the jaw dropping scene. nearly his entire face is covered in loads of shaving cream and even his black hair hasn’t escaped the soft foam.

the bathroom counter is completely wet, and the water runs down the edges in small drops. the culprit of this entire scene is sitting right on that same counter, clapping his dirty hands together that were smeared with toji’s shaving cream.

you blink and walk towards the two. you can’t possibly be mad at the sight, finding toji’s situation more funny than worrisome. You try to act serious and clear your throat, “uh, yeah. so what’s happened here?”

your husband rolls his eyes and nods his head at the little boy in front of him, who’s giggling and kicking his legs. toji tries to wipe the shaving cream from his nose, attempting to get it out of his hair as well, “i tried to be a good dad and include him in my morning routine, that’s what.”

the man clicks his tongue as he now realises how dumb of a mistake that was, “gave him the opportunity to put some shaving foam on my jaw ‘n the brat totally blew it. started attackin’ me with the stuff.”

toji grumbles. he wipes away the foam that got on the mirror afterwards. it’s nearly gotten everywhere. he lightly nudges megumi’s forehead with a scoff, “never again, y’hear? the little shit can’t sit still for even one second.”

that explains the stuff on the floor. you know that megumi could grow bored easily if he isn’t the centre of attention. he’d start doing anything to be the focus of his parents. toji probably didn’t pay him much mind, wanting to get his morning routine over with.

“language, honey.” you sigh and look down at megumi who’s still reaching his messy hands up to his dad.

toji huffs and leans back, not giving the little boy a chance to put more shaving cream on his face. he’s learnt his lesson; kids do not understand it when you tell them to ‘only put a little bit’.

megumi whines and threatens to throw a tantrum. you notice that immediately and try to keep his mind off things by picking him up. you turn on the faucet and try to wash his little hands, “c’mon. give mama your hands.”

the little boy shakes his head furiously, squirming in your embrace in attempt to get away. you sigh and grab his little wrists gently. you lower him to the sink, trying your best to wash away the shaving cream as the first step of solving this grande mess.

“no, mama!” megumi is stubborn as he voices his complains. toji watches from a distance whilst he struggles to clean the overload of shaving cream from his face.

you make the mistake of letting go of your child’s wrists to grab a washcloth. megumi takes his chance and pats his messy hands against your face, leaving you no space to process what he’s doing.

your mind takes a second before you realise what’s happening, “hey! quit it, ‘gumi.”

you try to grab ahold of megumi’s tiny hands again, but they move too fast for you. plus, he’s pretty skilled at avoiding yours. you can feel the foam slowly cover your entire face; from your jaw and cheeks, to your nose and forehead.

it was inevitable at this point.

“toji, do something,” you grunt and struggle to contain the energetic toddler in your arms. you take a peek at your husband and find him grinning at the predicament you’ve gotten yourself in.

toji simply shrugs and enjoys the fact that you’re experiencing exactly what he had experienced just moments ago. seeing you struggle to contain your disobedient child only proves that his parenting skills are not the problem in this situation, your toddler is.

“ye did that to y’rself, mama.” toji hums in amusement. he leans against the wall, the blue towel now loosely hanging off head after he’s given up on getting the foam out of his hair, “now y’know what i’m talkin’ about. he’s a lil’ monster.”

megumi squeals in victory after he’s gotten both his parents covered in shaving cream. you want to say something to your child, but you’re at a loss for words. even now, you cannot bring yourself to be mad at him. he’s just a kid who’s having fun with his parents.

“i made mama pretty! hehe.” megumi grins and encourages you to look in the mirror. he points at your reflection and awaits the words of confirmation. his blue eyes look up at you, nearly sparkling with joy, admiring how pretty he’s made you look with that white foam all over your face.

toji joins in on the fun. he comes to stand behind you, looking at you through the mirror. he snickers, already forgotten about his irritations that occurred in the first place. he nods in approval at megumi’s words, “gotta agree, son. y’r mama looks much prettier like this.”

your husband’s teasing comment adds fuel to the fire. though again, you cannot bring yourself to be upset at the situation.

you look at the reflection in the dirty mirror. you all may appear disheveled due to the foamy mess on your bodies—and yet even at that moment—the only thing you actually manage to see is a happy family of three.

[ginxyy]

Knock, Knock, Bang.

“Open the damn door, Y/N.” Seungcheol’s voice was sharp, almost a growl, cutting through the muffled noise of the music playing in your penthouse.

You leaned casually against the other side of the door, sipping your glass of wine with a sly smirk. “What do you want, Seungcheol?” you drawled, knowing your tone would only aggravate him further.

“I said open the door,” he snapped, fists hitting the hardwood again, harder this time. The sound echoed through the hallway. You could practically feel his frustration seeping through the air, thick and unrelenting.

“I’m busy,” you said nonchalantly, swirling your wine like you didn’t have a care in the world. Inside, your heart raced, but you’d never let him know that.

“Busy doing what? Posting stories with Mingyu?!” His voice cracked with raw anger. “I saw it, Y/N. You think I wouldn’t see it?” Another bang, louder this time. “You’re such a goddamn child sometimes.”

Your laugh was dry, mocking. “Oh, now I’m a child? Was I a child when you were flirting with that blonde at the event? What was her name again? Oh right—”

“Stop it.” His voice was a low growl now, dangerous. “You know damn well nothing happened.”

“Do I?” you shot back, finally stepping closer to the door. You pressed your palm flat against it, almost as if you could feel his energy radiating through the barrier. “Because it sure looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” he spat. The banging resumed, more frantic this time. “Y/N, open the door, or I swear to God—”

“Or you’ll what, Seungcheol? Break it down? That’s not very idol-like of you,” you teased, the smirk evident in your tone.

“Don’t test me,” he warned, his voice dropping an octave. “You don’t want to see what I’ll do if you keep this up.”

“You’re already here making a scene. Might as well go all in, right?”

“Y/N!” His fist slammed into the door again, a guttural growl escaping him. “You blocked me everywhere. You ignored my calls, my texts, everything. And now I see you out with Mingyu, laughing, drinking, looking like you don’t have a single thought about me—”

“Maybe I don’t,” you interrupted coolly, though your heart twisted at the hurt laced in his voice.

“Liar,” he hissed.

The silence hung heavy between you for a moment, only the sound of his ragged breathing and the faint hum of the city beyond the windows filling the space.

“You’re right,” you finally said, voice tinged with venom. “I did block you. Because I don’t have time to deal with your… antics. If you want to flirt with women at business events, that’s fine. But don’t expect me to stick around and play the fool.”

“You are playing the fool, Y/N,” he retorted, voice sharp. “You think Mingyu gives a damn about you? He’s only in it for the chaos. Meanwhile, I’m the one standing here, pounding on your damn door, because I actually give a shit.”

You hesitated, your fingers brushing against the doorknob. His words cut deep, but you weren’t ready to give in. Not yet.

“And what exactly do you want me to do about that, Seungcheol?” you asked, your voice icy.

“I want you to stop running,” he said, his voice softer now, though the frustration still lingered. “Stop running from me. From us. Open the door, Y/N.”

You leaned your forehead against the door, closing your eyes as his words washed over you. The tension crackled like a live wire between you, both of you too stubborn to let go of the fire you’d ignited.

“Say it,” you whispered.

“Say what?” His voice was impatient again, tinged with desperation.

“Say you’re sorry,” you said, your tone laced with a cruel challenge. “Say you won’t look at another woman like that again.”

He laughed bitterly. “You think this is about me? You’re out here playing games with Mingyu, posting stories just to get a reaction out of me, and I’m supposed to apologize?”

“Exactly,” you said, your smirk returning.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered. Another bang on the door. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are,” you countered.

Another silence. Then, softly, “Open the door, Y/N. Please.”

Your heart wavered at the crack in his voice, but you held firm. “Not until you prove you’re serious.”

“Serious?!” he exploded. “I left a room full of people to come here the second I saw that story. I’m standing in the hallway of your penthouse building, looking like a complete idiot, begging you to talk to me. And you think I’m not serious?”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening around the glass in your hand.

“Y/N, I’m not leaving until you open this door,” he said, his tone final.

You sighed, taking one last sip of your wine before setting it down. Slowly, you unlocked the door, but you didn’t open it fully. You left just enough space for his dark, burning eyes to meet yours.

“I’m not done being mad at you,” you warned.

His gaze dropped to your lips before snapping back to your eyes. “Good,” he said, stepping forward and pushing the door open wider. “Neither am I.”

And then he was inside, and the air between you combusted.

Part 2

[kisakunt]

nipple play and geto + choso

geto who teases them till all hell and choso whos got an oral fixation and weird fascination with them.

-🫡

cleaver! geto x reader, choso x reader

warnings: pain in geto’s, nipple play, choso is the loml matter of fact.

geto is a monster. you suspected it before, but you’re sure of it now, chest rising sharply as you writhe. he’s got one of your tits in his mouth, tongue pointed against the nipple, lips squeezing around it like he’s going to pull it off. his other hand is fervently working, nails just so barely digging into your areola while he clamps hard on your bud.

“that hurt?” his tone is calm, monotone and aggravating as ever— and oh so sexy—, muffled against your chest. he pinches down harder, dragging a whine out of you.

“too much for you to take, pretty girl?” you don’t bother to answer as he goes back to sucking with a slurping noise, working diligently on what you can only assume is to hurt you. it’s twisted, you think, the way your pussy clenches from the contact, the wet you feel dripping down your thighs embarrassing you.

you can feel him, hard and angry, against your hip and you moan breathlessly. this is unfair. suguru is a vile man. he tweaks at you, twists in an ungodly way, and has the nerve to laugh against your skin when you whimper.

“sugu— can’t! no more, please!” it stings, sure, but it feels too good. you think, pathetically enough, you could cum from just this. and you can tell he knows that.

he pulls back enough to look up at you over your breasts and clicks his tongue in disagreement. “i’m not gonna be done any time soon, sweetheart.” and he goes until you physically can’t take it anymore— until your back arches, you push up into him as hard as you can, and then your body falls limp as you pass out. then he pulls back and places a series of slow and soft kisses along your pads. he’ll fuck you when you come to, he decides.

choso is too perfect for his own good. he is a man of great infatuation; to the way he counts all the freckles on your back to how he knows all your favorite nail shades and what stores you like to shop at. he’s also obsessed— obsessed— with your body.

when it comes to your nipples, he’s enamored, intrigued, beyond comprehension. he sucks lightly, as if it were a pacifier, other hand anxiously placed on your ribs. it’s hot, it’s heavy, but it’s not inherently sexual.

it’s a slow process, needy for your touch and skin and being. he suckles on you, tongue swirling around in slow circles. he grins against you as you gasp, pulling back just barely to ask a simple “are you okay?”

this is heaven to him, a blessing from the gods, and as he feels you clench up he knows he’s doing good enough. he knows, of course, you want more but he’s steady, calm with his touch.

spit dribbles down your chest, a sloppy and vulgar and pure mess. he thinks he was meant to be here and you’re sure he is.

choso is obsessed with you, and he shows it when he worships your breasts every chance he can get.

[burdenandacrop]

i have a cold rn…can you write schlatt caring for his sick partner mayhaps?

˗ˏˋ ❝ it's no bother, baby. ❞ ˎˊ˗

i am loving these cutesy prompts, i hope you're better by now !! most importantly, i hope you enjoy. :>

summary : bed ridden and running a wild fever, schlatt plays nurse and insists on being a form of remedy ! despite your pleas of just leaving it be; he's determined to make you feel better somehow.

♯┆established relationship, fluff, non-gender specific reader !

the feeling of your throat closing up was getting to feel old, you knew you should've questioned yourself when you were behind an old lady who was coughing in the bank line. so much for that little experience. guess this is how you learn your lesson, sprawled out on the bed and deeming the covers as evil from how hot your body felt. even your simple blinking felt like manual labor, what kind of punishment was this? you creak your sore neck to look over to the alarm clock, it was four in the morning. how fucking pleasant. you've felt like this since last night and the phone call to your job was not going to be a fun one. you knew you had to do it, the sheer thought of forcing yourself to get through it and work anyway just made you want to scream into the pillows. it truly did feel cruel, just laying there and feeling like a dying victorian child.

through the walls, you could hear the muffled out noises of schlatt cussing out either one of the cats or how his PC was running for him. it was every five minutes, just a 'fucking bitch' or 'useless piece of shit' being seethed from him. he probably thought you were asleep, but not in a condition like this. that was another thing you weren't looking forward to, knowing that he was going to come to bed at some point and see how utterly dead you looked. then it became apparent, you were going to get him sick too. this really was a sick form of punishment, every single thing felt like a domino effect when it came to the stressors. you rub your face in an attempt to make things feel more real, the soft amber glow from the bedside lamp peeking through your fingertips. anything that wasn't intensely dim just activated your aggravation to another level, headache after headache.

slowly, you raise your body up to the best of your ability, feeling every single tremor that rang through your muscles when you attempted to move after hours of stillness. stridently groaning at the pain, what kind of cold was this? the kind that satan himself sent to punish the worst contenders? pushing away the insistent thoughts, you switch off the lamp, thankfully creating an immediate relief from the pulsing headache that was ringing all around your head. you roughly plop your body back down, feeling as your chest went up and down slowly. every breath felt grueling, the icky sound of the congestion traveling up and down with each exhale. yeah, you were for sure not making an attempt to work today. especially in conditions like this, you wouldn't be surprised if you had some sort of disease that killed off people in oregon trail. that's just how detrimental it felt to you in the moment, absolutely aching to just have some form of release from this permeant uneasiness.

you just decided to close your eyes, bask in the darkness as it was helping ease your headache slowly. even if it was incredibly moderate, you were thankful that it didn't feel as painful with the bedside lamp on. maybe you would be able to get some rest before the chore of having to call in, if only your body would want to cooperate with that idea of yours. maybe if you just took a few ibuprofen you'd feel less like shit; it's a great idea despite the fact your body has now proclaimed war on the thought of moving. so it appeared that was just a distant possibility, too hard to even attempt it. you rolled over slowly, feeling how your shirt stuck onto your skin from the amount of sweat that poured from your skin. if there was one wish, it would be to do anything in your power to avoid something like this happening to you ever again. the feeling of your shirt did feel disgusting, but you'd be damned if you tried to move out of this position considering how comfortable it was.

right as everything seemed to align in this hellscape, the loud ding rung from your phone. you knew exactly what notification it was too, just by the sound. someone was at the door and it set off the ring doorbell, a soft groan escaped your lips as you furrowed your eyebrows. that small thing just sent your body back into the same pain you were in right before. you could hear schlatt's shuffling feet, obviously making his way to the front door. a part of you was just silently pondering on what kind of mess he was getting himself into. it was nearly five in the morning for fuck's sake. you just nudged off the thought and tried your best to focus back to the serene feeling you had earlier, silently pleading for it to just return as quickly as possible. you couldn't be bothered in trying to instigate with his shenanigans. especially shenanigans that he did at an hour like this, which was quite often. it was just different considering you felt like a fucked up human experiment, just some mad scientist trying to see how much the body could deal with. in some weird manner of that.

unable to find that familiar comfort you had earlier, you just let your eyes flutter open to ponder at the glowing alarm clock. the numbers 4:51 AM practically taunting you. if you wanted to be smart about calling in, you'd have to do it in the safe median of around 6:30. even if that meant pissing off your boss with the early calls, but hey. not like you were having a necessary awesome morning either, if that was the case. the soft buzz of static rung through the room, but maybe that was an ear infection. you didn't care to even investigate it anymore, you just knew it was shitty. you could softly hear the shuffling of schlatt's feet once more, except they were growing closer to the door. you couldn't differentiate if he was coming to bed finally, or if he was just going to go back to his cave. [ his office. ] secretly hoping it was the office considering the state you were in currently, you just wanted to sleep it off and not have it be a bother to him. he had enough on his plate to begin with. he didn't need this on top of it.

with that notion, as if the universe could hear your pleas and just wanted to throw it back in your face. you heard the bedroom creak open slowly, the glow of amber from the hallway softly lighting up the room. you could also hear the crinkling of a paper bag, as well as the quiet noises of schlatt munching down on something. you really didn't want to turn around, have to come face to face with him just to show him what state you've been in all night while he was working in his office. you heard the bag gently settle on the bedside table to the right of you, knowing schlatt was probably about to crawl into bed. that was until the room fell oddly silent for a moment, oh god. "the hell? not covered up?" schlatt whispered to himself, leaning his knee onto the bed softly to grab a hold of the blanket to gently place back over you. as sweet as it seemed to a third party, to you the feeling of a warm blanket on your already warm body. jail time. immediately. he gave you soft rub on your shoulder as the cover wrapped on your body, though quickly realizing how hot to the touch you were.

"shit, that's warm." he murmured to himself as he eyed the alarm clock, then looking back to your turned away silhouette in the dim lighting. "baby, are you alright?" he leaned himself onto the bed with his knees and propped himself over your side, rocking you with your shoulder lightly; just assuming you were sleeping and had no clue. you softly whimper and creak your neck to his view, your eyes failing you by insisting to try and shut on you. he couldn't see just how drained you looked in the lack of lighting, but he could tell by your noises; you weren't exactly in pristine health. the heat of your body that nearly made him jump wasn't helping in this case either. the worry was settling in his system rather quickly, his body twisting to try and turn on the bedside lamp.

"no-no! no lights! please." you beg of him, immediately making him raise an eyebrow and retract his hand from the lamp switch. instead just settling himself on the bed next to you. he could hear how strained your voice sounded, the bubbling in each word. if he didn't know any better, it just sounded like you smoked two packs of cigarettes a day. "what's the matter?" he softly cooed as he brought his hand to your bare neck, his eyes widening as he was once again hit with the immense heat radiating off of you. "you're burning up, bad." he added, looking down to you and gently pulling his hand away. you sigh and use your weakened body strength to lay on your back instead, a few winces leaving your lips. "i caught something from the bank last week- i think." you murmur, the cover increasingly getting more annoying as it was only adding to the sweats. schlatt dropped his shoulders with a sigh and shook his head, gently pulling the cover off of your body. you silently thanked him with a relieved sigh, "don't tell me you're going to work, are you?" he questioned, hoping you'd give a logical answer.

you softly shook your head and scrunched your eyes shut at the new coming headache that was dead set on annoying you until this sickness passed over. "no- i have to call at s-" you cut your own self off by coughing, the rasp sound of it making schlatt basically jump in his spot. "i have to call at six." you finish, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand with a sigh. his eyes were transfixed on every detail of you, sure he was exhausted from being stuck on his computer for the past five hours but this was obvious more dire. "let me call em, okay?" he pleads with you, letting his hand trail on your shoulder. the coolness of his palm giving you a small feeling of satisfaction, if he could just keep it there for hours; that'd be perfect. "no, i can do it-" you stifled out before yet another abrupt cough interjected itself into the conversation. he shook his head and leaned himself a bit closer. "obviously you can't, baby." he muttered before retracting his palm from you; the serene coolness sadly leaving your skin.

he looked at you for a moment and ran a hand through his messed up hair as he pondered on what his plan of action should be. he couldn't have you wallowing in a puddle of your own sweat for the rest of the day. "i need to get you some water. that's for starters." he mumbled out as he looked around the room, trying to find anything in eyesight that would help. eventually his eyes landing on the small fan that probably hadn't been used in months, clicking his tongue at the sight and raising up from the bed to go and grab it. your eyes follow his movements, your brain still in a sicken daze, unable to focus on whatever that was happening. "what are you doing?" you mutter as you sniffle up. he grabs the fan and walks back to the bed with a soft grin, "you're sweating bad so-" shaking the fan in his hand before bending on his knee to plug it in underneath the bedside table that was on your side. you weakly nodded to his gesture, then suddenly feeling the cool breeze hit your skin. much better. drastically better.

he cracked a smile as he saw the immediate impact it had on you, seeing how your head almost instantly relaxed against the pillow. he nudged himself closer to the edge of the bed, resting on his knees before letting his arms rest on the sheets as he looked at you. "better?" he asked, your eyes fluttered open to his view. immediately nodding to his question and closing your eyes again, if only you could've done this for yourself hours ago. "yeah- you don't need to do anything else." you stammered out, rubbing your head against the pillow lightly as the relaxation was finally finding you again. he didn't take a lot of liking to that little comment though, only making him furrow his brow as he looked at you. "you're crazy." he snickered out, he propped himself back on his feet and pulled at his shirt gently. "i'm getting you some water and then we're getting you changed." he insisted, your eyes opening once again to see him and try to protest his pleas. "you don't have to do that-" you choke out, a cough once again cutting you off. "never said i had to." he sighed out, walking over to the door as he kept looking back to you, "it's not a bother, just let me baby." he muttered before walking out to the hallway to grab what he needed to properly take care of you. it definitely wasn't just going to be a water bottle, that was for certain.

he was already out of sight, too far for you to even try to protest again. it just made you feel guilty, as if you were an incapacitated child. of course, he just wanted to help; just an odd part of you was yelling at you for having to be in a state where you did have to be treated like you were incapacitated. cause you kinda were, sadly. you tried your best to just focus on the cool breeze that was hitting your face, it was what you needed in the past seven hours. instead of laying in agony sweating to death nearly. your eyes followed to the other side of the room, seeing schlatt's crinkled up bag of take-out. so that's why the ring doorbell went off. your patience was testing you considering you knew damn well you couldn't have any sort of crunchy food, what a bore. you could hear schlatt's feet shuffling in the kitchen, how he was quietly muttering to himself. part of you wondering what the hell he was doing, because a glass of water did not take this long.

you rub your face with a low grumble, every little movements felt unnecessarily laborious. with the added guilt of having your boyfriend treat you like a radioactive waste concoction, today was not fun in the slightest. your eyelids were progressively getting heavier with the cool breeze soothing you, that was until you saw the blurry silhouette of schlatt appear in the doorway. with how bad your eyesight was in the moment, the amber lighting falling behind him almost made him look like a specter. "do you need help sitting up?" he quietly asked as he came more into your view, the daze lessening as his form became less blurred. you could see in his arms he was holding a good bit of stuff, from what you could recognize; was a glass of water, a washrag, bottle of pills, and a small opened cup of yogurt. your favorite flavor to be exact. guess that's what all the shuffling noises were doing. you shake your head and prop your hands on the sheets to slowly stabilize yourself, raising your body up and moaning softly as you leaned against the headboard.

schlatt immediately put everything down on the bedside table, rushing his hands to fix the pillow from underneath you to help your back better. "easy, easy." he cooed as he kept his eyes on you, slightly bending over to adjust the fan to hit your skin better. "you don't have to be florence nightingale, yknow?" you weakly chuckle out, crossing your arms and feeling the rumbling in your stomach. he stood up straight and gave you a cocked brow as he grabbed the washrag, "who the hell is that?" he muttered as he leaned his knee onto the edge of the mattress to bring the washrag to your head. "what do you mean who is- nevermind." you stammer out, the instant gratification of the cool rag hitting your forehead. he patted it down onto your forehead, nodding when he was satisfied with the placement.

"is that actually helpful or is my knowledge from the movies just stupid?" he asked with a grin, pulling his knee back and picking up the pill bottle from the table. you close your eyes and slowly nod to his question, "it's doing something." you mumble, tilting your head to his direction before opening your eyes again to see him twisting off the cap of the bottle. "i'll call my mom and see if she knows what else i should do." he mutters as he shakes out two ibuprofen pills into his palm, putting the bottle back down and grabbing the glass of ice water with his right hand. "you really don't need to-" you groan, the weight of your head progressively getting more uncomfortable. "she'll know, just let me do this for you. okay?" he pleads with you, before leaning back down to reach your face better. "take this, alright?" he adds on, gesturing the pills in his palm to you. you sigh and take the pills and pop them into your mouth, taking the glass of water from his hand and gulping it down. his eyes widened as he realized just how much you needed water, goodness gracious.

you retracted the glass from your lips and sighed, looking up to him with your exhaustion pouring from your expression. "hopefully that'll kick in quickly." he muttered before taking the glass from your hands and placing it gently back onto the table. sighing as he looked back to you, leaning over and balancing his knee back onto the edge of the bed. "let's get this shirt off." he gruffly stated, trailing his hands to the hem of your shirt. feeling how soaked it was from your sweat. you scrunched up your face and groaned as you raised your arms above your head. he took the rag off your forehead temporarily, tossing it to the table and pulling the shirt off of your body. he threw the shirt off to the corner of the room and looked to the closet. "you just want one of your bed shirts?" he stated as he eyed what he could see from the distance. you softly nod and whimper out an 'mhm.' he promptly turned from the bed to go and grab an old shirt of yours from the closet, flipping through the numerous tees he could choose. he wanted it to be airy in a way, considering you were going to be wearing it for a bit. he beamed when he finally found a thin white tee, pulling it off the hanger and clutching it in his fist as he walked back over to you.

right as he was about to straighten out the shirt to help you put it on, a realization hit him. he dropped the shirt on the bed and grabbed the rag from the bedside table, quickly rubbing it along your chest to clean off any lingering sweat. it wasn't a bath but- it was definitely going to be better than just wallowing in hours of sweat. the cold rag felt so nice, you could feel how careful he was trying to be with you. letting the rag drag along your skin and it did help you feel cleaner in the moment. he tossed the rag to the side once more as he finished wiping you off, grabbing the tee and nodding to silently signify you to raise your arms again. "least it's a bit better." he murmured as he finished pulling the shirt over your head, adjusting the end of it to better suit your comfort. "thanks florence nightingale." you weakly snicker and pick at the lint of the shirt for a moment. "still don't know who the hell you're talking about." he laughed along with you, pleased that you were at least trying to smile and not be stuck in the sorrow of your illness.

you just roll your eyes and settle your back into the headboard, he really was clueless at times. he gently pulled himself off the edge of the bed to grab the cup of yogurt, handing it over to you with a soft grin. "this'll be easier on your throat." he stated, your eyes lingering on the cup for a moment before taking it. you hadn't ate in a bit so you definitely needed this. he watched as you took the cup and began to scarf it down, trying to hold back a snicker of how he was seeing this moment. you narrow your eyes at him as you lick the yogurt off your lips, it was easy to see he was trying his hardest to not smile. "what." you choke out, only making it harder for him to not laugh at the sight. he crossed his arms and shrugged, "it's like watching my grandma." he admits, snickering and immediately regretting his wording. you kick your foot at him causing him to lose a bit of his balance as he continued to chuckle.

"i'm sorry- i'm sorry." he snickered out as he backed away from the edge of the bed. you just shook your head and continued to finish off your yogurt, it was helping with your throat so. guess he was a tad bit smart for that idea. "my mom should be up." he muttered as he pulled his phone from his pocket, the glow of the screen roaming on his focused face as he searched for his mom's contact. pressing the call button and nodding to you before walking over to the corner of the room to pace around as he waited for her to answer. your eyes followed him as you held the spoon in your mouth, wondering if his mother was going to be livid to be getting a call so early. "mornin' mama- yeah it's just a little somethin." he spoke with the phone to his ear, you could barely hear what she was saying on the other line. "[y/n] is sick, just wanted to know what you do for dad when he's down." he twirled himself around as he heard his mom labeling off everything, looking over to you with a smile. "uh huh, honey and mint. is that what you're saying?" he questioned into the phone, nodding to every little thing his mom was saying. "alright- yup. thank you. mhm. love you mom- yes i'll tell [y/n]. uh huh. bye-bye. i will." he stammered out, you cracked a smile as you saw him. it was always hilarious to see him attempt to get off the phone when his mom insisted on saying everything at the end of the phone call. every single time.

he sighed as he pulled the phone away from his ear, shaking his head as he pushed it back into his pocket. "she said she hopes you feel better and she'll bring some soup later on today." he snickers out, walking back over to his side of the bed before sitting on the edge as he faced you. "she does not need to make me soup-" you protest but schlatt just shakes his head and clicks his tongue, "don't deny my sweet mom's kindness. you're getting soup." he sighed out as he leaned against the headboard, trailing his hand to yours. "this is just a lot for me being sick." you groan out, your hand weakly gripping into his. "well, i love you. so this is prompted." he sighed out and leaned his body a bit closer to yours; not really caring if he'd get sick. "you're gonna give me a cavity, i swear to god." you snicker out and shake your head. he let his thumb run along the back of your hand, eyeing how it trembled gently. "good thing you have dental insurance then." he replied with a smile, looking back to your eyes.

"also health insurance. after the ibuprofen kicks in, we're getting you into urgent care." he sighed out once more, pulling his hand away and bringing it up to your hot to the touch cheek. "can't have your job all upset." he added on, rubbing his thumb along your edges. you groan at the idea of sitting in a waiting room for this mess, "i know- i know. just gotta make sure it's nothing serious." he muttered with a pursed lip. "just don't make me do that alone." you plead with him, your eyes fluttering from the soft touch of his hand. "i'd never." he smiled and leaned over to kiss your forehead. "so til then, i'm fuckin- 'florence bird' or something." he snickered out. you roll your eyes and shook your head at his nonsense, "it's florence nightingale. she invented modern nursing dipshit." you groan out with a giggle. "yeah yeah, whatever. history talks for later." he cooed out as he stretched his arms. "just get better so i can kiss you again, alright?" he stated with a pouted expression.

"seems like you have your priorities straight." you mumble, smiling weakly at him. "my priorities are straight if it's involving you." he replied with a sigh, kissing your forehead one more time. sure, being sick was hell; but you practically had a walking teddy bear as a caretaker. so it couldn't be all that bad. minus the urgent care. that would just have to be something to worry about later.

author's note : i loved writing this sm, so thank you so much for submitting it !! i am strapping my boots and gonna knock out some more submission after this. til then, lauve youuu !!!

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Can I get sunflower for Frank with "I know you're struggling right now, but we'll get through this together, okay?" and "If you want, we can just spend the whole day cuddling"? 💕

You were still blankly staring into the shadows bordering the space when Frank woke, wishing they’d consume you with each slow blink. 

It was early. Too early for you to have been conscious for hours. Too early for you to be fighting back tears as Frank began to wind his muscular limbs around you. You remained silent as Frank planted kisses on your nape, clenching your jaw with such ferocity it was a miracle your teeth didn’t crack from the force. 

“Mornin’, doll.” He rasped, his nose dragging along your exposed skin. The gentle touch made your hair stand on end, a scream building in your throat. You felt trapped, the air around you stale and hot. Frank’s breath roared in your ears, making you squeeze your eyes shut. “You been awake long?”

You hummed noncommittally, hoping Frank would misinterpret the shaky noise as a stifled yawn rather than a muffled cry–though it was probable he’d see right through your effort. Your observant boyfriend knew you like the back of his hand, confident that you were awake even though he had yet to see your face. Most days, that certainty was comforting. Today, you just felt cornered.

“Did ya sleep well?” Frank murmured, sliding an arm underneath your body to cradle you to his chest. Dread plummeted in your stomach, circling into a pit like water flowing down a tub drain. Before you could un-furrow your brow or mask the glassiness of your eyes, you were caught. 

Frank’s soft smile slipped from his face, his expression pinching with concern as his gaze wandered over you. “Hey, hey, hey..what’s wrong, sweetheart?” 

Screwing your face up in a last ditch attempt to stop the inevitable tears from falling, you shook your head frantically. Trembling hands flew to cover your display as your lip quivered dramatically. 

“Hey, don’ do that. Don’t hide from me, doll. Please,” Frank pleaded, rough fingers curling around your wrists, dwarfing them as he pried your grip open to reveal your face. “What happened, sweetheart?”

His soft voice was the last straw, shattering your composure. A sob rang through the room, your breath catching on itself as you lost control of your fragile psyche. “I-I’m sorry, Frank. S-sorry, sorry..” You choked out, collapsing against his sturdy chest as he tucked you flush against him.

“Why’re you sorry, babydoll? Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for.” Broad hands pawed at your hunched back, stroking up and down as he shushed you. “Nothin’ at all, sweet girl.” 

You bawled harder, his sweet acceptance of your poor mood saturating you with guilt. 

“Let it out, sweetheart. I gotcha.” Frank kissed your forehead, hands continuing their motions as he let you ride out the crying spell. Soon enough, your body-wracking sobs dwindled to hiccupping breaths. 

“Attagirl. I know you’re strugglin’, but we’re gonna get through it together, sweetheart.” Frank promised, trailing tender kisses down the bridge of your nose. “‘M right here. Ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

“I thought I was better,” You spat out, your words garbled with lingering tears. “I had a good week. I should be better.” 

Frank tutted quietly, interrupting your blatant self-hatred. “That ain’t how it works, doll.”

“That’s stupid.” You sniffled, burrowing into Frank’s shoulder as he snorted a laugh.

“You're tellin’ me.” He huffed sympathetically, wrapping his arms around you, shielding you from the responsibilities of the outside world with his massive body.

Sighing in aggravation, you chewed at your lip, your mind still racing with a list of all the tasks you needed to accomplish before Frank’s shift ended. The threat of failing to care for your shared home had woken you out of a restless sleep, the anxiety threatening to drag you into a spiral. As the pressure built in your skull, more thoughts popped up, reminding you of your rapidly approaching work shift in 24 hours, and the knowledge that Frank was comforting you again even though he surely was on a tight schedule.

 “I’m sorry,” You grimaced, wriggling out of his arms and scrubbing at your face. “You need to get up for work–”

Before you could fully escape your partner’s hold, he tightened his grip, snatching the edge of the comforter with one hand and tugging it over the pair of you. “Nah, don’t even start with that. I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

“But, you have work.” You frowned, tears once again slipping over your waterline. 

Brushing the droplets with a thumb, Frank sent you a lopsided smile. “I got sick time.”

“Frank, you shouldn’t..you don’t have to–” You protested, voice faltering when he pressed your foreheads together. 

“Never said I had to, dollface. I want to. Would much rather spend the day with my beautiful girl than be surrounded by a group of shitheads at a construction site.” Brushing your noses together, Frank cupped your jaw, gaze boring into you as he pulled back. “That ok with you?”

Nodding once, you dove back against his chest, exhaling with slight relief as the weight of being alone in your wallowing receded from the front of your mind. “Yes please.” 

“Great. Now we’re both gonna catch some more shut eye because it is too damn early to do anything else.” He ordered, relaxing into his stack of pillows and lifting you on top of his frame. “And we’ll see how you feel after that, ok?”

“Ok.” You mumbled, fingers twisting around his shirt uneasily. 

Massive hand splaying over yours, Frank traced swirling shapes over your clammy skin. “We don’t gotta do anythin’ you don’t wanna do, darlin’. If you wanna stay in bed all day, that’s fine with me.” 

“You sure?” You asked timidly, drifting off to the soft rasp you received in return.

“Course I’m sure, dollface. Get some sleep.”

[sister-lucifer]

Insufferable 

Edward Nygma AKA The Riddler x Gender Neutral Reader 

Genre: Smut 

Words: 1,140

Summary: You’ve been an obnoxious pervert for too long, but all your shameless begging has finally paid off. 

Content/Warnings: Hate sex, rough sex, penis in ambiguous hole sex, choking, mean dirty talk, insults, degradation, slapping, sub/bottom reader

“Is this what you wanted, you sniveling little cretin?” 

Edward’s question comes out as a snarl. You can hear the words pushing through his gritted teeth, but they run over your mind like water to a stone. You’re not really listening. 

How could you be when he’s pounding into you from behind this way, like his life depends on making sure he molds your insides to fit his cock? 

You’ve never seen Edward this angry. 

You’ve never seen him angry at all, really. Annoyed, irritated, sure, but this goes deeper. He’s fuming. 

Just like you wanted. 

You took a liking to Edward the moment you laid eyes on him. More than a liking, really. Obsession was the better word. Obsession was the only word. 

To put it bluntly, you couldn’t go five minutes without humping his leg. You were never shy about your attraction or want for sex, and never wavered despite his biting insults. What kept you coming back, though, was the fact that Edward did too. 

He’s a highly intelligent man, any clueless window licker could see that in an instant, and you’re a rather new rogue on the scene—no one would be bothered by him killing you just to be rid of you. 

But he didn’t. He never even laid a hand on you, though you’ve seen him take his cane to quite a few unruly thugs before. He could’ve landed you in the hospital seven times over by now, but again and again you stood untouched. 

And then he broke. 

You can’t even remember what you said at this point. All you remember is that look in Edward’s eyes, like bulging glass exploding and sending shards in every direction—for whatever reason, he’d hit his limit. 

It’s all a blur from there until now. You can vaguely recall gloved hands on your body, his rough grip on your arms and neck as he dragged you to whatever position he deemed fit. Now, though, none of that matters. 

You finally have what you want. 

“Answer me, dammit!” 

A particularly hard thrust hits deeper than you were ready for. You cry out from the sensation, every nerve ending in you screaming with pleasure. There’s no mistaking your utter ecstasy, but it only seems to aggravate Edward even more. 

“God, just listen to you,” he hisses, leaning down to speak into your ear, “those fucking noises you’re making…is that all you know how to do, mewl and beg like a whore? I’ve never seen you do anything else.” 

He gives a harsh smack to your ass as he sits back up, and you make sure the sound you make is as lecherous as you can make it. His grip on you tightens for a brief second. You’re still getting under his skin. No matter what he does, you’re still going to enjoy this. 

“Pathetic,” he growls, “just pathetic. Do you even hear to yourself? For weeks on end you were completely incessant…’Oh, please, Eddie, give me your cock, Eddie, I need it, Eddie, oh Eddie, oh Eddie—‘“

He pushes your head into the mattress, muffling the shameless moan that spills from your lips as he ruts erratically into you. 

“I mean, do you ever shut up?!” 

He’s already losing any semblance of rhythm, not that he had much in the first place. It’s clear what this is really about for him: dominance. He’s not seeking pleasure from this as much as he is an ego boost, another way to tell himself he is the superior, especially to someone like you. 

Suddenly, he stills. You make a noise of confusion, but don’t have much time to think before he’s sliding out of you. You open your mouth to protest, naturally, however you get no chance. Edward grasps you once more before roughly flipping you onto your back, making the mattress creak and shudder from the sudden force. 

For just a moment, you lock eyes. His green iris’s shine with rage, ginger brows furrowed so tightly and scowl so deep it’s nearly a work of art. His harsh expression doesn’t waver as he pushes his length back into you. Your back arches, but you don’t look away from him; you make sure he sees that smile he despises so. 

A hand wraps around your throat, fast enough to startle you with how quickly your airflow is cinched. You sputter for a moment before collecting yourself. 

“You are just insufferable,” Edward mutters, inches away from your face, “and you know it, and you just can’t help yourself. I get it now. No matter what I do, you’ll just eat it up, won’t you? It doesn’t matter how much I throw you around or abuse you, you’ll enjoy it either way. I just can’t win.” 

You swallow, feeling your throat bob against the palm of his hand. Your grin only widens, now open and showing teeth. 

He backs up, looking down at you silently for a long few moments. He’s completely still, letting his pulsing cock rest inside of you—he’s contemplating something, and he doesn’t like it. 

After a few moments, he huffs. It’s a sigh of frustration, you think, or something akin to it. When he speaks again, his anger has deflated just a bit. 

“…Fine. I can’t win. But if I can’t win…”

He adjusts his position, releasing your neck and making himself comfortable looming over you. 

“…I’ll just pummel you until I feel better. Now close your cock-hungry maw so I can slap you without breaking it.” 

You blink up at him dumbly. Did…did you hear that right? 

He raises a brow, and a hand. In a split second, you shut your mouth tight, and squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for impact. 

His open palm comes down on your cheek without mercy. The sound of the slap is loud in your ears, and it’s delicious. You sigh in pleasure as the sting sprawls out across your face. 

Edward doesn’t let it show, but you could swear satisfaction flashes in his eyes. It’s brief, hardly there at all, but you can see it. Only you could ever see it. 

He grabs your chin and turns you to face him once more. He raises his hand again, and you gladly let him slap you for a second time. This hit is even harder, and it feels so damn good. He’s starting to thrust into you again, just as needy and erratic as before. The mere thought of him cumming inside of you makes your stomach flip in anticipation. 

“Something tells me you’ll never learn your lesson,” you hear him mumble, and it pulls a breathy giggle from your throat. You shake your head no, and Edward lets the briefest smirk cross his lips. 

“I can live with that,” he replies, “I suppose I could stand to do this again…and a few more after that.” 

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[sommerregenjuniluft]

evan and regulus frolicking like they're frotting in bed making out sloppy style about to fuck to the sounds of their boyfriends fighting outside

jfkdkfkdkf STOOPPP (this escalated, NSFW)

Regulus comes back into the living room, mug of steaming tea in hand and he rolls his eyes as soon as he, too, hears James and Barty where they're still out on the balcony arguing, cigarettes long stubbed out in the ashtray.

Evan grins, lifting the blanket as Regulus lets himself plop down and snuggles into his side.

“What’s it about this time?”

Evan snorts, nuzzling the black curls behind Regulus’ ear, “You think I know?”

Regulus shakes his head, like a disappointed old grandpa and Evan’s grin widens.

Outside, Barty makes an incredulous noise, half rising from his chair before he sits back down, trying to talk over James’ continuous arguing.

Regulus makes a soft groan in irritation, tipping his head back against Evan's shoulder. There’s a triangle of moles right under the hinge of his sharp jaw, teasing Evan to put his mouth to good use.

“It’s never nothing with the two of them,” Evan murmurs, warm breath ricocheting off Regulus’ skin and back at him.

It makes Regulus tilt his head back down, eyes narrowing and searching for something in Evan’s expression. He hums a little, sinking lower into the cushions and Evan’s embrace.

“Think we should keep ourselves busy, don’t you?” Evan says, catching Regulus’ eyes skipping down to his lips, “Who knows how long they'll be at it this time.”

Regulus doesn’t say anything but he tips his chin up and he lets Evan hook one of his legs over his lap without fuss. Evan watches the line of his throat move when he swallows, “You smell like lemons.”

“And limes,” Evan corrects with a grin. “You're off your game, whiskers. Something distracting you?”

Regulus’ slack expression slips into a glower and Evan chuckles, bumping their noses together. “I spooned some of Barty’s protein yogurt after dinner when he wasn’t looking, too busy nagging at James while they were doing the dishes.”

Regulus snakes a hand under Evan’s t-shirt, caressing the skin, “’s it taste anything good?"

The tiny devil on Evan’s shoulder does a little happy spin, “Why doesn’t the chef try for himself?”

Evan happily swallows the little pant betraying Regulus’ indifference before their lips connect.

He doesn't even have to goad him, their tongues nudging immediately as Regulus eagerly parts his mouth.

It's a wet slide of lips and Regulus’ short nails digging a little desperately into the side of Evan’s ribs when he sucks Regulus’ lower lips between his teeth.

James lets out a loud string of spanish curses outside, slamming a fist into what must be the metal of their balcony railing and Regulus sucks in a breath against Evan’s cheek and oh, is Evan having fun on this beautiful Friday night.

More kissing, hands grabbing and shucking away clothes and when Evan tugs Regulus closer by the hip he makes an entirely too sweet needy noise that goes straight to Evan’s cock.

They keep licking into each others’ mouths, Barty’s and James’ aggravated voices a quiet muffle in the background, and Regulus keeps making these little noises, squirming in place and adjusting his hold on Evan again and again, fingers clenching and unclenching and Evan can’t help himself but grin into the kiss.

It disrupts their rhythm and Regulus makes a complaining grunt that tells Evan he’d roll his eyes right now if he wasn’t currently busy eating Evan’s face off.

He’s so cute Evan wants to take a fucking bite out of him.

Or maybe finger him until he squirts all over the couch.

Evan gives him a lingering kiss on the cheek and then works his way down his neck and Regulus is restless, shifting around and then his fucking knee slides over where Evan is rock hard and he stutters out a truely embarrassing groan for it being a fucking knee.

But Regulus is an angel because he moans in response and slides his fingers into Evan’s bleached curls like it’s second nature whenever he needs something to hold onto.

“Evan,” Regulus speaks up, voice husky and eyes a little glassy when Evan lifts his head to look.

“Reg?” Evan says sweetly, cocking his head, before he goes back to the mark he was about to suck into the pale expanse of his throat.

“I’m– mgh,” Regulus swallows, out of breath, “Can you—”

Evan’s lips twitch into another smile, “Huh? Pardon, I can’t hear you, bébé.”

Regulus huffs but he makes another obscene noise when Evan trails his fingers up the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to where Evan already knows he wants him.

Another of his complaining noises—Evan lets out a snicker against the soft skin and gets a shiver in response—and then, “Want your fingers.”

“Want my fingers, love?” A gentle bite into the tendons of his neck.

Regulus arches, nodding against the cushions, “Please.”

And who is Evan to deny a polite plea as sweet as that of his lover?

Regulus’ sweats, that are actually Barty’s, get discarded. He isn’t even wearing any boxers, nom de dieu, and then Evan is slipping the tip of his middle finger through where Regulus is sinfully slick.

He throws his head back with a moan that Evan feels reverberating down his spine and then Regulus is looking at him with big, silver eyes. Wide and needy and dark brows furrowed and, fuck, so fucking wet for him Evan simply slips in two fingers at once.

And maybe he shouldn’t have. Honestly, should have taken it easy—Usually he’s the last out of the four of them to lose his patience but with Regulus looking at him like that?

Evan presses their lips together, heated and rough, and Regulus welcomes him happily. Makes a high-pitched noise when Evan curls his fingers before starting a slow pace of pumping in and out, thumb drawing slow, teasing circles around his cock.

Suddenly there’s a sharp noise from outside, one of their garden chairs scraping against the tiles of the balcony and then the door flings open.

“—the fuck do you think you’re goin’?”

“If I’m gonna have to listen to your fucking bullshit only one more second I’ll start to get violent, B. Reg is still pissed we didn’t get the blood stains out of the—”

“Fuckin’ pussy. I told you to– oompf,” the sound of someone walking into another body, “James?”

“Shut up.”

“You- fuck you. I’ll—”

“B, look.”

“—fucking destroy you, P- oh.”

Evan peeks over the back of the sofa to see James and Barty standing dumbly in the middle of their living room, expressions slack and balcony door wide open behind them. He crooks his fingers again and Regulus whines brokenly, throwing his head back, mouth parting in a perfect little o and Evan watches James eyes bulge behind his glasses and Barty’s tongue lolling out.

Can’t help himself when he grins menacingly, tilting his head and thumbing over Regulus’ cock again, making the man beside him arch.

“I- you seeing this, Crouch?”

“You fucking bet I am, Jamie.”

“Since when have they- How long were we out there?”

“Dunno but I do know I’m not missing another second of this. Budge up, Rosier. You’re going to get your dick sucked so good.”

“Fine with me as long as you do it ass up,” James murmurs lowly, “Gonna fuck that wrong opinion right out of you.”

Barty scoffs a laugh, “You wish.”

“Then dibs on Regulus riding me.”

“You—”

Evan shakes his head and chases the delectable noise slipping out of Regulus when he slips in a third finger.

[da-shrimping-station]

Feast

Beelzebub x Reader

minors DNI or im busting your kneecaps 💚

suggestive content | bondage | a bit of food play | inspired by that Beel art from the Komiket interactive display | honestly idk what else to add

bare minimum editing/proofreading | english is not my first language

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You felt like the luckiest bastard in Hell right now.

There was an entire buffet laid out in the room. Plates upon plates of mouth watering dishes that would make anyone stuff themselves full. Drinks of every kind in pretty bottles and glasses. Fine cutlery and dining ware laid out on white sheets, waiting for you to sit down and glut yourself until you burst. Despite the smells wafting into your nose and the generous portions catching your eye, you head straight to the main course.

It was a sight that made you drool the second you saw it. It wasn't just the bare torso or the ribbons or the bottle of expensive champagne tucked into his pants. It was the fact that the King of Gluttony was propped up on a pedestal, eyes blazing and teeth gnawing at the bit and squirming to be let free. Suddenly, the buffet might as well be bland gruel in comparison.

Bright green eyes zeroed in on you as you stepped closer. He struggled even more, muffled noises growing more insistent, but the ribbons held.

Your hand reached out to cup his cheek. You squished it a little then scratched at the strips of cloth that served as his gag.

"You look very delectable, your Highness."

"Mmhff-!"

He sounded mad. Or maybe excited. Either way, it didn't stop you from feeling him up.

You pinched and groped, tan skin soft and muscles firm. One hand scratched red lines into his side while the other thumbed at his pierced nipple. The bright pink strips of cloth was a nice contrast to his rich oche skin. Your nails dug deeper, your grip turned bruising.

Groaning, Beelzebub writhed, tugging at the restraints even more. His flushed cheeks gave away how he really felt. More muffled noises came from his throat and you think he was telling you something. You had stepped back to admire your work with a pleased smile.

You've only had your hands on him and he already looked winded. Your eyes landed on the bottle at his crotch.

You deliberately ignored the bulge in his pants as you gently pried the liquor from his waistband. Your hunch was right. It was a bottle of champagne from Tartaros. The foil on the label shone nicely under the lights.

Beelzebub glared at you as you popped the cork off. The flush on his face was dying down now that you've stopped your ministrations but his erection persisted still. You took a whiff of the drink. It smelled sweet and citrusy. You know this bottle costs more than your own soul given its origin and you wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.

Your eyes shifted from the bottle to the bound King beside you. An idea pops up and you smirk. 

The king of gluttony watches you like a hawk as you step into his space again. 

Without hesitation, you poured champagne on his lips. You watched, mesmerized as the golden liquid dribbled from his chin and down his neck. Smaller rivulets trailed down his pecs and abs, eventually soaking the waistband of his underwear. You had to stop yourself before wasting the entire bottle.

The pink ribbons over his mouth were soaked and you think he's trying to get a taste with how his throat bobbed. He glared at you. You can't pinpoint why he's upset so you laughed it off.

Your hands grabbed him by the jaw, tilting his head and kissing him. It was awkward with the gag and the angle but the taste of the champagne and the feel of his lips on yours egged you on. He groaned, trying to better reciprocate the act.

Breaking the kiss, you poured champagne over him again, this time onto his torso. 

Beelzebub growled. The sound sent shivers down your spine and you licked and bit at his collarbone to appease him. He growled again, less aggravated this time. You took it as a sign.

You continued to appease him with your mouth and tongue, cleaning up the trail of liquor on his torso. From his chest, down towards his stomach. You even went so far as to kneel to nip at the V of his hips, toying with the pink bow right next to his bulging arousal.

You made sure to leave marks as you went, adding to the ones you made earlier. You left hickeys and bruises over his tattoos and bite marks over the bare patches of skin. All the while he bucked and groaned, hips jerking whenever you touched a sensitive spot.

During all of this, the delicate pink ribbons did their job of keeping him in place. A part of you was concerned that the binds would snap. Whatever magic they were imbued with was pretty damn strong.

His highness was looking down at you, eyes glowing with lust and frustration. You shuddered, enjoying the way he looked at you while you were on your knees.

You could suck him off. His cock was right there in front of you, just about ready to burst from the looks of it. The tempting thought made you lick your lips. With him tied up, you had free reign to do as you please without so much as a peep from him.

He must've sensed your lewd intention, swaying his hips towards you as some sort of invitation. An urgent moan rumbled from his throat.

You bit your lip, weighing your options for a moment.

"Thank you for the treat, your highness," you said with a smirk. Then you got up and walked away, half empty champagne bottle in hand.

Incensed noises followed after your footsteps as you left. You knew for a fact that you can't handle the king of Abyssos on your own. He was a force to be reckoned with, whether he's fighting or fucking. And you were someone simple who lived by the rule of not biting off more than you can chew.

The bottle of liquor was more than enough of a prize. There was still enough for a glass or two to indulge in. 

You were close to the exit, oozing with satisfaction as you walked past the buffet tables. The door was just a few meters away when–

Snap!

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A/N 🦐

eeyyyyy dont come after me i wrote this all in one sitting cuz that one Beel card wont get out of my head

i was gonna have the reader give him head but my skills aren't up to par so he gets blueballed instead lmaoooo i bet he would've wanted the reader to be a glutton and choke on his cock but where's the fun in that amirite

him bending the reader over one of the tables while he rails them and finishes the rest of the champagne is a nice image imo

thanks for reading!

[scoutsbabygirl]

Just gonna drop this in <3

Scout x shy!reader.

No matter how much they try, they can't bring themself to confess. With Scout taking full advantage of this trait.

hi friend! ofc <3 enjoy this little blurb!

it had been many months since you confided within spy. you pleaded for guidance as he stared at you blankly, drawing his cigarette from out of his mouth. a puff of smoke left his mouth before he responded dryly.

"perhaps you try your chances." he concluded before opening the door to his smoking room while gesturing for you to leave with an open palm. you knew it was best to leave now than to aggravate him.

there had been three or four conversations just like this with a similar ending all theming with "try your chances, take the risk, what is the worst that can happen?" you repeated to yourself walking out of the once ambient room into the bright tuefort hall. the worst that could happen is he says no and you both get uncomfortable in each others presence and never speak to each other again. you briefly thought about dying on the sandy new mexican dirt then seeing him running and jumping over your bleeding out corpse instead of finding a medpac for you.

today was different, you laid on top of your bed, holding a book to your chest. you wanted to open the pages and get lost in the world of words, yet, it would be hard to stay focused and absorb the text written on the bright white pages. then it hit you, a memory of him laughing, swiping dells hardhat from his bald head and seeing jeremy jump back and remark about the engineer's bald head. his smile was so large, how his freckles complimented his face, how his nose crunched up when he laughed hard. even though his laughter was boisterous and echoed throughout the southern desert. you felt warm in your soul. you wanted to tell him how you felt but couldn't muster up the courage to even open your mouth.

a tear ran down your cheek. then another. then another from the other eye. you sat up, still clutching the book facing the pillows laid neatly on your bed. the tears came down until you began to audibly sob, attempting to mask the noises but shoving the book in front of your face.

how embarrassing would it be is soldier were to hear these pathetic noises from your room? he was growing on you- even after all the yelling.

you would be humiliated if tavish heard your weeping. would you still remain his drinking buddy on monday nights into tuesday mornings? then promise everyone that was the last time until it continued just a few days later that week.

a little knock interrupted you and brought you back to reality. your eyes shot wide open. the door creaked open little by little, somewhat cursing yourself for not locking it. at the time, in your head it didn't enter your mind to lock the door behind you. you could feel someone behind you. you didn't know who. little pitter-patters against your rug that you bought before moving hit and the noises of rubber rubbing against each other hit your ears.

and with a little muffled giggle you already knew who it was. a warm hand was placed on your back, which you melted right into the much needed warmth. behind you, you felt a dip in the mattress and crayons fell out of a yellow box, spreading all over the neat blanket.

"sure, we can color." you wiped your face once again, trying your hardest to conceal your emotions.

a familiar gas mask was looking at you as they got themselves comfortable on your bed while holding out a colouring book. it was your favourite- one of candies and cupcakes. you turned around to face pyro, thanking them for the colouring session as it got your mind off things. you had taken it upon yourself to learn sign language to communicate with pyro, which excited the firebug immensely. they signed something back but you couldn't piece it together entirely.

"me? you? scout?" you asked aloud in an attempt to piece your thoughts together, not entirely understanding what they were trying to convey to you. you watched as pyro flipped through the pages of their colouring book, scribbling something down on the last sheet of paper which was blank.

"scout said to get you." was written in dark purple writing which was surprisingly eligible and neat.

"why?" you questioned. "where is he?" you continued, picking up one of the dull sage green crayons. in a quick swift motion pyro raised their hand and pointed to your wide open door making a "mhpf!" noise through the thick material covering their entire face.

"is he outside?" outside the door?" yet you didn't receive a response from the firebug. you took that as a sign. could jeremy possibly be outside the door.

pyro scribbled something with a sky blue crayon.

"do you like him?" they wrote. this made you more suspicious. you made a comment about how jeremy could be under that suit it was so obvious. earning a muffled laugh from pyro. you covered your hand over your mouth whispering if he was outside the door simultaneously attempting to sign your inquiry. pyro nodded.

"yes but i don't have the courage to-"

"see! i told you i was right!" you heard that vivacious voice from right outside your room. you jumped a bit by the sudden noise with your cheeks turning into a light pink blush scattered across your face.

the room and hallway suddenly got silent. you would be able to hear a paperclip drop across the base it was that quiet.

"why can't you stay silent for one fuckin' second, you fuckin' drongo." you recognized mick's heavy and low drawl.

"sorry. i was excited." a few moments later jeremy spoke in a low monotone voice.

you looked back at the opened door to where the voices were emitting from then back to pyro, whom was still busy drawing in their book like nothing seemingly occurred. you felt confused yet butterflies flew around in your gut as this little interaction validated your feelings towards scout and those feelings were reciprocated vice versa.

suddenly, the door burst open and there appeared scout. he quickly walked behind pyro and found himself next to them on your bed. in another context you would have found this moment exciting yet it seemed as if the entire base was waiting right outside your dark oak wooden door.

"well, (y/n), i think you're really sweet, you make me laugh, uhh-" he looked up at the ceiling, trailing off his words. "i think your personality is great." he turned to the door which your eyes trailed there in confusion. spy was in the doorway with an eyebrow raised rolling his hand over and over as he was trying to signal to the younger boy to continue on with his waterfall of compliments.

distracting you, pyro made a gesture as they were yawning which earned a snicker from you.

"i think you're beautiful, smart, witty, clever, there are so many adjectives i could use to describe you. i admire you. you're the first girl (or boy or person) that i've felt attracted to without thinking about having sex with you in a broom closet."

you heard and annoyed sign from spy and a chorus of "what the hell's" and "jesus, scout" and something incoherent from soldier.

"and if im being honest, (y/n)-" he stopped briefly, pondering his words in his head again. "i like you a lot- i might go as far as saying love but i don't want you to think i'm crazy or love bombing you or something."

you smiled at him, feeling the butterflies do backflips in your stomach as your cheeks must've looked like summer roses.

"if you're insinuating for us to go on a date then yes, i would love to."

which was met by a high five between scout and pyro and a chorus of cheering from the men flowing into the doorway.

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 4: Bells

Content warning: a little spooky/paranoia based, small mentions of injury

Realized I could make the jack o'lantern emoji my dividers so now I have to standardize it across all the promptobers >_< anywho, enjoy!

Word count: 912

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Quiet. It's near silent in the closet. Save for the sound of your own breathing which you're desperately trying to muffle with your hand. 

You need to stay calm, you need to focus. Panic will do you nothing in this situation.

Your arm stings from the slash you'd recieved earlier from Monty. Had you known the animatronics were going to go batshit, you probably wouldn't have come in tonight. Or ever again, really. 

There's no way to secure the door, not without making excessive noise and you can't afford that. You just have to hope, to pray to whatever god is listening that your silence and the closed door is enough to save you. With your walkie smashed and seemingly only staff bots around for security, you have no means of getting out of here soon.

You don't even know what time it is, not that it matters at this point. You're nowhere close to morning, and even then you don't know if that'd make any difference. 

Well, it would for one animatronic. 

You can't even remember how it happened. You'd come in to spend the evening with Sun to plan out arts and crafts for the next day. He'd been acting weird these past few weeks, very insistent on no naptime, and because of how upset the topic made him, you relented despite the tired kids you were dealing with.

So, you thought it would be a good idea to try and spend some one on one time together, maybe see if you couldn't get it out of him what was bothering him so bad. When you arrived, he was incredibly, off. Happy to see you yes, but wanted you out of there immediately. You had foolishly refused, wanting to get to the bottom of things like the curious cat that you are.

You'd taken his skittish, almost aggravated, tone for him not wanting to talk about the problem. You now realize it had been fear, instead. 

"Sunny, this is ridiculous!" You say, arms crossed at the sign on the big doors in front of you. Which had been put up after he pushed you out of the Daycare moments before. 

You can hear him loud and clear over the wall, "Sorry, Sunbeam! Rules are rules!"

"You made the rules! You're actively making them right now!"

No response. Just the quiet sound of bells as-you're assuming-he fidgets on the other side. You sigh.

You put your head to the wood, voice a little softer, "I just wish you would tell me what's going on."

"There's nothing going on, friend! Everything's fine, fine, fine! Really you should just go home, and not worry about aaanything at all!" His laugh is awkward, "Really. I mean it."

Deflecting. He's always deflecting. It, hurts. To say the least.

"You know you can trust me, yeah?" You ask.

More jingling. But that's not really an answer.

"I'm serious, Sun. I just want to help."

You're about to give up and call it a night when you feel the door opening, you step back in time for it to open just a tad. 

Sun's rays peek through slightly, along with one of his optics "You want to help? Help me?"

"Of course I do," You smile, "I'd do anything for you, bud."

The door opens a little further, he's still hesistant, however, "I-I, Sunshine I don't know if this is, is something you can help with-"

"I can try," You interject, putting your hand over his which still remains on the door, "I can promise you that much."

Sun's rays spin and then he nods, "Okay, I, I suppose you can come in for a few minutes-"

It's then that the power suddenly cuts inside and out of the daycare, the emergency lights very rapidly becoming your only way to see.

"What's going on-Sun?"

He jumps back from you, looking around wildly before gripping his faceplate, "No, no, no! Not good, not good!" 

You reach a hand out, wanting to comfort the poor bot, "Sun-"

He stops his moments long enough to look you in the eyes, and while his face is stuck in that giant grin, you can sense the sterness, the fear, in the singular word he utters. 

"Run."

A few reckless and terror-driven decisions later, you wound up hear. You're best guess is that your stuck here for awhile, but semi-safe for time being-

A soft sound down the hall sends your heart to your throat. In any other context, you'd associate it with joy, laughter, days of fun, and even hummed bedtime melodies. 

Bells. 

With each twinkling noise they get ever closer to your position, and you shrink more and more into yourself. 

Clink. Clink.

For some reason, some of your happiest memories start playing before your eyes. 

Clink. 

Clink.

You think of Sun, with his goofy demeanor and sweet words that always make you laugh, make you smile. Make you feel so warm.

Clink.

You think of Moon and his bedtime stories, his calming presence, his cheeky laughter that would make your thoughts just a little fuzzy.

Clink. 

Right outside the door now. One loud bell jingling as the animatronic surely debates on whether to open the door. 

Clink-clink-clink-clink-clink. One way.

Clink-clink-clink-clink-clink. The other.

You're suddenly gripped by the realization that you still have that flashlight you found earlier on you. Your shaking fingers grip for it.

The door starts to open.

You turn on the light.

And brace for the worst.

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Man everybody's got such fun and cute stuff for promptober and I'm out here making this (by choice mind you) shoutout to everyone browsing the tag and getting whiplash from my posts, ur a real one for that

You can find my other promptober posts here if you so choose

Thanks for reading!

[infinite-hearts-333]

Credits:

Au by @onyxonline !!

Zane: @moonspiritleaf

North Heat: @north-heats-stronghold

Sunny: @novalizinpeace

Zelda: @svetikfandomfrom0902

Merrit: @fishy0bishy

Halt thou beast, bare your scales waxed with sins.

Bare your neck.

Here you’ll perish.

Ouroboros.

Ouřa Thorn’s feet barely made a sound as they walked, head hung low as they trailed slow circles around the kitchen island, into the lounge, in front of the tv, before looping back around into the kitchen.

There was a word for this in animals, they vaguely remembered.

Zoochosis. Some form of stress disorder that made them do repeated things to soothe themselves or deal with a problem that they can’t solve.

Ouřa Thorn growled, a low rumble in their throat that echoed in a quiet cackle they heard the birds make back on their planet, stopping beside the door that led them outside to the halls.

Their scales prickled up, sharp, sharp,,

Having to mind how they stood, being careful around those smaller than them, constantly being aware of their large spines and tail..

Ouřa hissed, chomping down on their spiny arm, grinding their sharp teeth into the hard plating. They huffed through their nose, quivering, inhaling and exhaling.

Too unreliable, too dangerous, they really were just a monster.

The thunder of rage from the Beast as their eyes had landed on Zelda- who was not at fault for being infected with red smoke-

Ouřa gritted harder, little drops of blood welling to the surface.

“Thorn?”

Ouřa’s eyes snapped to the movement in the hallway, their back hitting a wall with a thud as they stared.

It was just Merrit.

It was just Merrit.

Why weren’t they breathing?

The Ferret’s brows furrowed, and she slowly lifted her hands. “Thorn? You don't look to good, buddy,”

She started to move over, and faintly Ouřa could hear another door open form the hallway.

No… no, no, they couldn’t let them see them like this.

Ouřa made a muffled panicked noise, jerking away from Merrit, they had gotten close enough to touch (they were SHARP, don’t get CLOSE).

“Merrit? What’s going on?” Came Zane’s voice, half awake and dazed as he flicked on the light.

It was like a flare gun went off.

Ouřa shrieked in agony, tearing their arm from their maw to claw at their eyes- the bright blinding light stunning them as they stumbled back, feeling the edges of their consciousness being tugged at.

And like any frightened animal- Ouřa reached out.

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To be frank, Zane wasn’t sure what was worse, Ouřa Thorn screaming, or when the howl of agony was suddenly cut off, the large lizard’s voice cracking a little at the end, their body jerking, their head hitting the wall once as they stumbled back.

Merrit was perfectly still, her eyes flicking in concern, as if she was trying to figure out what was exactly happening. She winced at the thud of Thorn hitting their head, reaching out to help again.

Ouřa Thorn must have seen the movement, cause they yank their hands from their face to snarl like a cornered animal, their snout pulled back to bare all their teeth.

Their three large spines catches the light- as Zane jerked a little, just fast enough to yank Merrit back a little at the snap of the lizards teeth - wait- when did Ouřa Thorn have more then three spines?

“Thorn!” Merrit called, worry lacing her voice as fumbled with her hands, half between reaching out again and raising them as if to calm an aggravated animal.

And then something snapped.

Zane froze, feeling his breathes start to quicken as Ouřa Thorn began to change- the lizard they had come to like as a friend rapidly changing, their bones breaking and voice wailling in hoarse crying screams, their spines splitting and growing into skewers, as if the humanity was being drained from them.

Zane couldn’t help but be reminded of Asta- when he had injected himself with the red smoke and had turned into a monster.

“Ah, shit,” Merrit said, seeming familiar with this, as Thorn snarled overhead, now far too large for the room, seeming determined to back themselves into a corner, their tail lashing uncontrollably behind them. It hits the couch, sending it sliding across the room just in time for Sunny, followed closely by Zelda to come into the living room, probably awoken by the noises.

“Oh dear,” Sunny said in a rush, before dashing back down the hall, yelling for North. Zelda watched silently, her eyes wide as the Beast taking up half of their living room, growling and snapping at Merrit every time she tried to get close to calm them down.

“Thorn, Thorn, please, calm down-” Merrit pleaded faintly, as Zane continued to stare, unmoving.

He’d been right.

He knew, from the get go- the staying over, the panicked nature, the weird occurances around the lizard-

He knew something was up with them, and he’d been right.

Zane startled a little at the sensation of something clambering up his arm, jerking and nearly knocking off the large blue spider frantically clambering up his arm. He paused- he’d seen it in Thorn’s room, or occasionally nestled in Oura Thorn’s spines.

It was waving it’s little feeties toward the large beast that was Thorn, chattering frantically. Zane paused, before looking up at Ouřa Thorn, hesitating.

They looked scared.

Sure, they were big- but they were just scared.

Inhaling, Zane offered his hands to the spider, who looked up at him for a second silently before clambering into his hands. Now armed with a blue spider, Zane marched straight past Merrit, to Ouřa Thorn, the spider held out in front of him.

North Heart had finally made it to the chaos of the living room, bed ruffled and confused, before spotting Ouřa Thorn, and then Zane, flaring his wings in slight panic.

“Zane, Merrit, back up NOW,”

Ouřa Thorn had whipped their head to Zane and snarled, their maw opening to reveal a blood red maw of razor sharp teeth and large pointed spines. Their breath still smelt of the mint they had been eating before Zane had headed off to his room for the night.

He smiled faintly, willing all of the fond memories he had of his time with Ouřa Thorn, as the spider made a soft, vibrating purr.

“You're okay,” He mused slowly, shifting the spider into one hand so he could slowly start to reach out to touch Thorn’s large scaled muzzle.

Ouřa Thorn snarled a little, but it was quieter, weaker.

They were just scared, Zane reminded himself, gently rubbing his hand over the scales.

The sharp slits that were Thorn’s pupils slowly started to dilate, their breathes becoming slower, and therefore easier to hear each shaky inhale and exhale.

The spider clambered across Zane’s body so that it could reach his arm on Oura Thorn and nestle in between their eyes, purring with all their might that their abdomen was practically rattling.

Thorn’s eyes flickered over Zane, before their eyes close with a defeated, exhausted huff, pressing their head into the wolf’s body, nearly knocking them over.

The living room was dead silent, before a low, trembled whimper emitted from the larger lizard, their spines quivering as their defences slumped.

Zane looked over to North Heat, who was staring in bewilderment, relief, and pride. “I guess this is their power?” He murmured softly, stroking down the side of the beast’s face, getting a gentle rumble.

“Yeah, how did you get them so calm?” North mused, taking a step closer. Ouřa Thorn’s eyes opened, and they made a low, defensive thunderous growl, one large claw hoarding Zane closer.

Zane squeaked a little, mindfully watching the sharp claws. North took two steps back, hands in the air.

“Unsure, Cap. Um. I think I’m gonna be here a while, could someone get my pillow?”

Sunny snorted, nodding a little. “Sure. I think for safety were all gonna stay out here to make sure spikey here stays calm.” He chimed, nodding at the large lizard, who had settled back down, tail coiling defensively around them.

“Well, I'm gonna get some popcorn then. Doubt anyone will be sleeping for a while.” Zelda huffed, already moving to the kitchen, pulling Merrit with her.

Zane smiled a little, his tail flicking as he got comfy, looking up at his now larger than usual friend.

I wont let you be scared, Thorn. Not anymore.

[sukunastoy]

Little Tease

Megumi x fem!reader NSFW

Straight to the point…you’ve been a little tease all day and Megumi is going to fuck it out of you.

CW: Rough sex, brief choking, cervix fucking, unprotected sex, creampie.

WC: <;1k

It didn't take long for the dark haired male to pull you into his dorm room and shut the door behind, rather promptly. Though you still behaved like a little tease, prancing away from him as he turned to you, he had already seen enough, and you weren't going to get away with it for much longer. 

"What are you gonna do to me, Fushi'?" your giggles echoed through his room and a large hand quickly clasped over it to muffle the sound. 

Megumi scowled at your sounds and grumbled slightly. "I told you...NO noise."

A pout pulled your face down as you let your doll eyes look up at him, watching the clothing come off of him quickly as he disposed of it to the floor. "But I like bein' loud..." 

"Not with Itadori in the next room." 

His hands were already pulling your shirt off above your head, and small yelps of excitement fell from your lips, knowing your lacy underwear was surely soaked by his actions. Megumi was straight to the point when it came to fucking you, and at first, you didn't like it, but his impatient greediness of needing to be inside you became such a turn-on. 

Being roughly pushed down to your back, your hands frantically began rolling down your leggings. He snatched the waistband from your grip, pulling them down forcefully as you playfully kicked your legs in retaliation. Your bratty actions always made him more aggressive when he finally got in between your legs, and it was so exciting, watching his face contort between a mix of aggravation and pleasure. 

With no prep, already knowing your needy cunt was nice and slicked up, fully prepared to take him, he pulled you to the edge of the bed, letting the fat of your ass hang off a little. Leaving one hand firm around your thigh, he used the other to grab onto the base of his cock, shoving himself into your quivering cunt with such haste you already let out a cry of ecstasy, feeling his thick meat fill you to the hilt. 

A hand quickly came over your mouth to silence you. However, his immediate bruising pace created more erotic noises as his hips slammed into you repeatedly, the loud smacking of excited bodies filling the otherwise silent room.

His thrusts were deep and forceful, making sure to bury his fat cock as far as he could each time he dove back into your cunt, already battering into that rough patch of sensitivity within your gummy walls. Your quiet cries and moans were muffled through his hand until he finally moved a hand to the underside of your thigh, shoving your leg back and out to the side so he could intrude deeper, enjoying the way your face scrunched slightly each time the head of his cock met your cervix with such force. The masochistic slut within you couldn't help but squirt all over his cock from the delicious pain, knowing you were making a mess all over the edge of his bed and floor. Still, clearly, he didn't care as he fucked himself harder into you, getting your creamy pussy to leave the aroused residue at the base of his cock in a sticky white ring. 

"S'messy..." he grunted breathlessly, the squelching of your pleasure dancing into his ears. His palm settled at the base of your throat, his thumb barely squeezing into your skin to keep you quiet, but your increasing whimpering and moans gave him such satisfaction at the moment he couldn't bear to silence you. 

Gripping onto your right bouncing breast, his fingers and palm squished the fatty mound, holding it firmly as he felt your walls start to clench onto him. Knowing you were about to spill out onto him, he threw another strong hand over your mouth, anticipating your moans to get louder as he began to roughly fuck himself into your sopping hot mess, propping himself up with his other arm next to your head as he savagely chased his high. 

"Y-yes! Fuck me...Fuck me..!" your nearly sobbing voice pleads, with your gummy walls squeezing him tightly and your eyes rolling back as an intense deep orgasm flooded your body. His hand lowered to your jaw and upper neck, listening to your cracked moans and wails as you did your best to not scream out, even as much as you wanted to. 

"F-Fuck...s'good..! F...Fushi...!”

Growling in lust at your release, he couldn't stand to hold himself any longer. His rhythmic pace immediately faltered, his cum spilling into you recklessly and without control, as your creamy walls continued to milk his cock through both of your highs.

Both panting heavily, Megumi closed the gap between you, kissing your cheek softly as you both came down, bodies sweaty and tired. "Stop being a tease all day..." he grumbled, sighing as his body relaxed.

"But its so much more fun." you giggled back to him, wrapping your legs around his hips and nuzzling your face into his neck, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours.

Thanks for reading!! A re-upload of an old/lost post. <;33

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[zepp-l1n]

Pretty

Pairing: George Karim x Fem!reader (with sight), some subtle locklyle

summary: The 4 times (Y/N) called George pretty, and the one time he said she was. fic type - fluff, mutual pinning warning - reader calls George "pretty boy" word count - 3,053 a/n: I'm so upset Lockwood & CO isn't getting a second season :(

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#1. Morning Tea

The muffled noise of a tea kettle woke (Y/N) up from her sleep. The teenager drowsily looked around, taking in their surroundings. From her spot on the bed, (Y/N) noticed the low light coming through the window and into her room.

Lucy, who was sleeping across the room, hadn't seemed to be disturbed by the noise, and continued her peaceful rest. (Y/N) pushed herself up and leaned against her headboard. The tea kettle still hadn't stopped, and (Y/N) was quickly getting annoyed. "Ugh..." she sighed as she moved out from under their dark bedsheets. (Y/N) silently moved across the room, down the stairs, and outside of the attic.

As (Y/N) made her way to the kitchen the high pitched ringing stopped. This didn't make (Y/N) any less aggravated at being woken up early. When she had reached the kitchen she quietly opened the door, and stumbled inside.

George was sat at the kitchen table, cup of tea in hand. He glanced up, taking in (Y/N)'s sleepy form before asking, "What are you doing up?"

"The tea kettle woke me." she responded. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at George's morning attire. He was in a long NASA t-shirt, and had his glasses low on his nose. As usual he wasn't wearing any trousers, which (Y/N) and the other Lockwood & Co members had strangely gotten used to. The thing that caught (Y/N)'s attention the most was George's hair; his curls looked fluffy and were all over the place, an unusual sight for such a put together boy. Although it was a new sight, it wasn't a unappreciated one.

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't think the sound would reach all the way up there." he softly muttered.

'It's fine - as long as you left me some water for my own tea." (Y/N) joked.

George smiled up at them. "It's by the stove. I also washed your mug, so it should be at the front of the drying rack." He then turned back to his tea, taking a long sip.

"You, George Karim, are a delight." (Y/N) made their way over to the drying rack, retrieved her mug, and placed it next to the half-full kettle. She then moved over to the pantry and fridge, grabbing her respective honey, sugar, and milk. She made her tea the same way she always did: place an English Breakfast tea bag in the cup, pour a bit of honey and a spoonful of sugar on top of the tea bag, and pour in the water. Once the tea bag had steeped long enough for their choosing, (Y/N) then added a bit more honey, and then poured in a splash of milk.

After making her tea, (Y/N) took the seat next to George. "So, what are you doing up this early?" she asked.

"Couldn't sleep. The case Lockwood asked me to look into, somethings off about it. I don't know what, but……" George had a tendency to trail off when he was speaking. Sometimes he thought he was still relaying information to his friends, but was simply sitting in silence.

(Y/N) took a long sip of her tea. "Did- uh, did you get any sleep at all?" she asked after swallowing. George didn't answer. "George…." she started.

"I know, I know." he responded sharply.

(Y/N) took one hand off of her cup, and placed it over George's. The concerned look on her face caused George to avert his gaze back to his tea. As he did (Y/N) got a clear sight of the early morning light gliding over his face. It was a nice scene. He looked....pretty.

"Look, I'm not gonna berate you with comments about your heath like a mother, but you do need sleep, Georgie." she sighed. "I don't wanna see my pretty boy get sick because he wont take his own health seriously."

George's head shot up, eyes wide. "Pretty boy?"

"Yeah, pretty boy." (Y/N) smiled. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go get dressed, and wake up the others." She stood up, mug in hand, and walked back towards the kitchen door, leaving George flushed and slack-jawed.

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#2. During A Mission

The members of Lockwood & Co were split up in groups of twos, and were rushing through a house. George and (Y/N) were attempting to find the source of the Type Two the team was trying to get rid of, while Lucy and Lockwood held it off.

"Georgie, what are we looking for, exactly?" (Y/N) whispered to the curly haired boy across the room.

"Something wedding related. Possibly a veil, garter belt, or piece of......wedding jewelry?" George whispered back.

The duo went quiet for a moment, continuing to search the room for anything that may be keeping the ghost of Christine, a young bride who was slaughtered in her home close to 14 years ago.

A loud bang rang through the floor tiles, followed by the angry and worried yells of Lockwood and Lucy. "Shit! For gods sake, hurry up guys!" Lucy's voice echoed from downstairs. George and (Y/N) glanced up at each other, both exchanging a worried look.

"We're trying Luce!" (Y/N) yelled back. "Shit. Okay. I'll take the left side of the room, you take the right." George frantically nodded and the two got to work.

They hurriedly made their ways around their respective portions of the room. The noises from downstairs got progressively louder, and then unexpectedly stopped. "(Y/N)? Are you not hearing, what I'm not hearing?" George asked.

(Y/N) nodded. "Oh god, you don't think...." she couldn't finish her sentence.

"No. No, I'm sure they're fine..." he mumbled.

(Y/N) stood up, her black boots scuffing against the floor as she did, and cautiously moved towards the door. "Lucy? Lockwood?" she yelled into the hallway. When she was a step away from the door, it unexpectedly slammed shut. "Holy shit!"

George jumped up, a quickly made his way over to her. His hands grasped onto the doorknob, frantically trying to pry the door open. "Guys! Lucy! Lockwood!" he yelled out. No response was heard.

As he focused on the door, (Y/N) looked around in a panic. At the other end of the room a figure started to appear. The young bride. "George...." (Y/N) patted his hand with her shoulder, still facing the ghost. He didn't answer her, and continued trying to open the door. (Y/N) stepped away from him, and gently pulled out her rapier. "George!" she yelped once again.

"What?" he turned around, expecting her to be behind him. Instead she was guarding him from the Type Two in the room. "Oh shit."

He moved to take out his rapier, but (Y/N) stopped him. "Wait. Go find the source. I'll hold her off." George nodded. He ran out from behind her, and made his way through the room and continued his attempt to find the source.

(Y/N) moved as he did, making sure to not leave open the space between him and the ghost. She did the regular rapier moves every agent was taught, and kept the ghost at bay. "Georgie, hurry it up." she exclaimed as the ghost moved closer to her.

"I'm trying!" Items flew behind him as he rummaged through the dust covered room.

Realizing that the rapier wasn't helping as much as she would like it to, (Y/N) reached into her jacket, and pulled out a salt bomb. She swiftly tossed it at the ghost, causing it to disappear as the salt bomb hit it.

"A wedding ring!" George gasped out. "That's what was missing in the police report, so it must be around here. That has to be the source."

"Good job, George. Now find it!" (Y/N) yelled back. She was so caught up in talking to him, that she didn't notice the ghost reappear behind her. Her body was pushed forward, into the nearest wall.

The crash pulled George's attention towards her. "(Y/N)!"

"Get the source!" she grunted out. "I'm fine!"

She leaned against the wall, and pulled out another salt bomb. As she threw it, she tried to ignore the ache in her left shoulder and head.

George had started going through the jewelry boxes on top of a nearby table, in an attempt to find the wedding ring. (Y/N)'s grunts and yelps caused George to speed up his search. At the back of his third jewelry box, he finally found a smaller box that was wrapped in a silk handkerchief. "I think I found it!"

"Then secure the fucking thing!" (Y/N) cried out. At this point, the ghost had hurt her a few more times. The ache in her shoulder was far more prominent, she had a cut leading from her temple to her cheekbone which was spirting blood rapidly, and her right knee had gave out around 5 times.

George unwrapped the box and opened it. Just as he had suspected, the wedding ring was inside. He gripped it with shaky fingers and ran back towards the door, where their kit was safely stored. He reached inside, found the silver chains, and wrapped the ring in them.

A relived gasp left (Y/N) as the ghost in front of her disappeared. George made his way over to her, and grabbed onto her outreached arms. "Are you okay?" George wiped some the blood on her face off using the edge of his sleeve.

"I'm fine. A bit sore, but that'll go away soon." she grinned. "Good job with the source, pretty boy." It was the first time she had referred to him with the nickname since the morning they had been up before Lucy and Lockwood. His face flushed just the same as it had then.

Lucy and Lockwood burst through the door, both visibly concerned for their friends. "What the bloody hell happened? Are you all okay?" Lucy yelled.

"We did your job." (Y/N) joked, using her good arm to lightly smack George, only to receive an embarrassed smirk back.

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#3. At The Archives

When taking a trip to the archives, George usually went by himself. It was almost like his form of a safe space. He liked the calm he found in studying and researching silently by himself. Today, however, (Y/N) had come with him.

The two sat across from each other at George's regular table. Both had a hearty stack of newspapers and journals to go through during the next few hours - each important to the upcoming job Lockwood had gotten them.

George had read almost half of his stack in the time that (Y/N) had gotten through the first third. This was due to a mixture of George's unnatural reading speed, and the fact that (Y/N) kept getting distracted by George. After every paragraph of information, (Y/N)'s gaze drifted up to the boy in front of her. He was in his element, and able to be his true self. The look on his face was once of content and happiness - something that (Y/N) would pay however much needed to see at all times. The only other time that (Y/N) got to see him this in his element was in the evenings when he would read by himself, unaware of her eyes on him.

"Why are you looking at me" George asked without removing his eyes from the newspaper in his hands.

"Is it a crime for me to take a break to look at the prettiest thing in the room?" she giggled.

George's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but look away from the information he was reading. "You.....I...." his gaze returned to the page.

(Y/N) grinned at his embarrassment. She loved being able to say one word and make his entire demeanor change. It was cute. He was cute. Before she got back into her paper, (Y/N) mumbled one last thing to the flustered boy. "It's true though. You are the prettiest thing in here."

As she continued reading she missed the small smile that crept onto George's face from behind his newspaper.

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#4. Cleaning 35 Portland Row

George woke up early on Sundays to clean. He had done this since he had moved into 35 Portland Row.

George had put on his gloves and apron, and was cleaning the floor under the table when (Y/N) entered the kitchen. She was already dressed, and ready for the day she had planned with Lucy. The two were going to get lunch at a nearby diner, and have a "girls day".

"Morning Georgie." she spoke as she passed the boy. He was on his knees for a better angle.

One arm was scrubbing the tiles, while the other waved at his housemate. "Morning."

(Y/N) opened up the bread box and got out the wheat bread. George assumed she was going to make herself some toast to hold herself off till lunch.

The friends sat in a calm silence while cleaning and waiting on the toaster to finish. "Are you just gonna clean today, or are you planning to do anything fun?" (Y/N) asked.

"Just cleaning, I guess." responded his tired voice.

A ding sounded from the toaster, and (Y/N)'s snack popped out. George heard the noise of a cabinet opening and closing, then the clanking of a plate hitting the thinking cloth. "Have fun with that. When you feel like having a break, there's a slice of toast and some jam out for you to snack on." she spoke from beside him.

George jolted slightly at her closeness as he hadn't realized she had moved down to him. "Thank you." he stuttered out.

"No problem." she grinned. "By the way, you should wear the whole cleaning get-up more often. Really brings out your inner 'pretty, housewife'." George once again jolted at her words. This time far higher than the last, resulting in his head lightly hit the edge of the table. "Oh shit, pretty boy, are you okay?" (Y/N)'s hands made their way to his head, caressing the space he had hit.

"I'm good!" George's voice came out dazed due to their closeness.

"You sure?" she concerningly continued to ask.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." His eyes didn't leave hers. Her hands didn't leave his face. They sat there for a minute, basking in their new proximity.

(Y/N) seemed to come back to her senses, and removed her hands. "If you say so." She stood back up, and patted the table. "Remember, you've, uh, you've got toast." Pink dusted her cheeks. "Lucy's probably waiting for me, so I should go."

(Y/N) smiled at the boy, grabbed her slice of toast from the plate, and left him, once again, in a stunned state in the kitchen.

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#5. Leaving For The Fittes Ball

Like the past few years, the members of Lockwood & Co had been invited to the annual Fittes Ball. Their invitations included a plus one, the date, place, and this years theme - Celestial. Both Lucy and (Y/N) had instantly loved the theme, finding it to be very cute and a spectacular idea. Lockwood was simply intrigued by the idea, and found how excited the girls were to be amazing.

George didn't share their excitement. The thought of fantastical attire and decorations didn't fit into his usual idea of "fun". "I don't know. You guys could just go without me, y'know?" he sighed from across the library. He was in a simple suit, with a borrowed pair of dress shoes Lockwood had gave him. The only celestial item was the small stars on the black shirt underneath his suit jacket.

"And leave me to talk to all the fancy, official people alone, while the girls party? Absolutely not." Lockwood groaned. "Look, you're going with us. Lucy and I are going together, which means you and (Y/N) are going together. Stop complaining." The head of the agency was in similar attire to his friend, but had a white shirt, and small, golden embroidered stars on the lapel of his jacket.

George threw his head back in exhaustion. "I'll just sit there the entire evening, bored. That won't change if (Y/N)'s there or not."

"If I'm where?" a voice startled the boys out of their conversation. In the doorframe of the library stood Lucy and (Y/N), both fully dressed, and ready to go.

Lucy was in a short and sparkly white dress, which reached her knees. A small series of gold constellations ran along the neckline of her dress, and stopped where the shoulders met the sleeves. Small sun earrings dangled from her ears, matching the sun necklace and bracelets she wore. The click of her small black heels echoed through the room as she walked towards Lockwood, taking his arm in hers. A smile grew on her pale, pink lips as she glanced over at her date and her George.

The entire time, George was focused on (Y/N). She was in a longer, black dress, that had silver stars intricately placed all over the bodice, and the waist. Her hair was half pinned back, reveling the moon and star ear set adorning her ears. Even while being dolled up, she still wore her usual black boots - something that seemed to fluster George even more. She wore a star necklace, which was similar to Lucy's, but instead of bracelets, she chose silver rings - three to four on each hand.

"Well, the cab should be outside soon, so I say we wait out there for a minuet. Get some fresh air." Lockwood commented. He and Lucy made their way out of the room, leaving George and (Y/N) to themselves.

"You tidy up well, Georgie." (Y/N) joked. She brought her hand up to his collar, straitening it slightly, before bringing her hand back down.

"Uh.. thank you." he awkwardly mumbled.

"C'mon, we better go outside with the others so we won't be late." she smiled up at him. (Y/N) reached for his arm, taking it just as Lucy had Lockwood's.

Without thinking, George spoke to the girl, almost inaudibly. "You look pretty."

"What was that?"

George straightened up, and turned his head away from (Y/N). "You...look pretty."

As he spoke, (Y/N)'s grin brightened. "Thanks, pretty boy." She pulled George forward, leading him towards the door. As the two exited their home, arm in arm, a aura of giddiness surrounded them - something Lucy and Lockwood noticed, but for their sake, didn't comment on.

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Touchy - aonoak

WARNING! slightly smutty aged up lo’ak x aonung oneshot

“You command me like Ewya commands the sea. You consume every thought, every feeling, you consume me.”

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There was only so much ignoring that Lo'ak could do.

How was he supposed to when he was consistently getting dragged to pointless lessons? Whether it be learning how to hunt, using a harpoon or net to catch fish beyond the reef, or learning of the nature of water that surrounded them all; Aonung always found some new thing to teach him. Which in hindsight, was quite contrary to his previous reaction when they'd first met.

The older, light-blue tinted boy was starting to become extremely aggravating.

Lo'ak felt like a child in his shadow, taking his first steps and tripping over his own feet. Although the other boy never directly made fun of him, he couldn't help but be nervous at the idea of being a disappointment.

It's all he'd ever known himself to be.

He was sat on his own ilu, legs steady on each side of it. They were at the surface, and Lo'ak was attempting to practice riding his ilu; he couldn't hold his breath for long, which also required patient practice.

He'd had so much practice with riding his ikran, that it was a second nature for him; but here he was on water, not soil and here were beaches instead of trees.

He needed to learn their ways, and their way was to ride an over-sized sea-snake; which just so happened to be super difficult.

He clicked his tongue, hand clasped around the reign on the back of the creature's neck. Urging it forward, Lo'ak attempted to keep his hold while the ilu took a dive into the water. The feeling of the water pushing against his form overwhelmingly resulted in him releasing the reign.

As the ilu swam away from him, Lo'ak floated up to the surface just in time to hear a soft laugh coming from the deck above him.

To the younger boy's dismay, his eyes drifted up to find a slightly amused Aonung perched on the edge of the netting-like platforms that held the Metkayina up as they walked from their huts around the clan. His elbow was perched on his knee, chin resting in his palm as he watched Lo'ak's failure with curious eyes.

Lo'ak was more infuriated with how attractive he happened to be while antagonizing him, than the actual antagonizing.

"You will never manage to ride an ilu the way you are attempting, skxawng." His voice was deep, echoing across the water until it reached Lo'ak's ears; even with the added insult at the end, his tone was full and caused his chest to feel weird. It made the younger boy's ears twitch.

Lo'ak's eyes rolled involuntarily, as he clicked his tongue once-more for his ilu. The call fell from his lips, and the creature waded it's way back to him as the water rippled around it. The darker-tinted Navi's hand reached out, gliding along the back of the beautiful ilu. It made a noise, muffled by the water, almost in appreciation.

With his hands planted on it's back, Lo'ak lifted himself up to mount the ilu once again. As soon as he settled comfortably, he saw Aonung from the corner of his eye drop into the water from the place he was sitting. His gaze turned to the older boy as the latter waded up to him, gently grabbing the ilu to keep himself afloat.

Lo'ak raised a hand dismissively, "Kä neto!" He waved Aonung away, unsuccessfully.

The Metkayina ignored him, eyes traveling over the Omaticaya's form. His eyes specifically wandered over Lo'ak's thick thighs, tense on each side of the ilu. Aonung frowned, cheeks brightening as he cleared his throat.

"Your legs are too tense, they're tight around her neck. You need to be relaxed." His hand moved from it's spot on the ilu to the younger boy's thigh; resting just above his knee, he gently moved it away from the creature's side, urging him to relax. "If you are tense, your ilu will feel it through the bond. If you are nervous, she will be as well."

Lo'ak was nervous for other reasons at that point, his own heartbeat pounding in his ears as his eyes burned into the spot where Aonung's hand lay on his thigh. His face flushed, with irritation or something else? He wasn't sure. His hand gripped the reign tight, as he sucked in a breath and attempted to calm himself down.

His eyes closed, taking in deep breaths of air as he ignored the feeling of the other's touch. It was simply a gesture to help him, and he was annoyed with himself for being affected by it; he was also annoyed at Aonung for needing to be so touchy.

He wasn't aware that they were both nervous for their own reasons.

As soon as he calmed his heartbeat, Lo'ak listened to Aonung's advice and loosed his grip of his legs on his ilu. Relaxing his body, he sighed and fixed his posture.

Aonung's touch was soothing in an irritating way, and his words were sultry and genuine; as soothing as his touch. "Feel her heartbeat, the way her chest rises with every breath. She can feel what you feel through your bond, just as you can feel her." His tone was full of emotion that Lo'ak couldn't quite place, and he didn't dare open his eyes to try and analyze Aonung's expression.

It was probably one of annoyance, or taunting.

Aonung's hand softly slides higher on Lo'ak's knee, the latter stiffening in surprise. The tension builds, thick enough to pierce with an arrow; it was suffocating to the younger boy, his heart thumping in his chest and in his ears.

The soft palm of the older boy shifts gently up his thigh, softly, almost like the ghost of a touch that leaves several goosebumps in it's wake. Lo'ak's breath hitches in his throat, and as fast as the touch is there, it's gone.

Aonung lets his hand fall back to the ilu's side, gently patting her and adverting his gaze. He knew of his affect on Lo'ak, knew how to get under his skin, knew how to make him nervous. He knew Lo'ak actively denied himself every bit of emotion he felt other than annoyance or disdain.

The taller boy's eyes shifted towards the way Lo'ak was seated, and waded towards the back of the ilu, facing the smaller boy's back.

Lo'ak felt the burning sensation of Aonung's eyes on him, and he shivered involuntarily as the feeling traveled across his skin. His cheeks flushed, and he thanked Eywa that the other boy happened to be behind him so he didn't have to worry about Aonung catching onto his embarrassment.

A noise of surprise fell from Lo'ak's lips as he felt a soft hand sliding up the small of his back. He felt the soft pressure of Aonung's palm as the taller boy made an effort to straighten Lo'ak's posture. Tingles were left along his skin, scattered like the freckles that adorned his body, following the path of the other boy's touch.

Lo'ak made no effort to look back at Aonung, but still felt the heat of his gaze on his body. The other hand effortlessly slid around the side of Lo'ak's waist, as if touching him this way didn't matter and had no affect on the smaller boy.

Aonung knew it did.

Lo'ak was growing slightly irritated, deeming there no reason for the Metkayina to be this touchy with him. Aonung supposedly hated him, he complained about having to teach the Sully's when they'd all first arrived- why was he all of a sudden so eager to teach him?

Confusion was evident on Lo'ak's face as he finally turned and raised a brow at the annoying older boy. He felt the pads of Aonung's fingers pressed against his waist, holding him still as his other hand slithered up his back; Aonung applied slight pressure as he went, straightening Lo'ak's spine and gently coaxing him to sit straighter. 

"Keep your body relaxed, but also keep proper posture," Aonung spoke gently. "Don't slouch." As his hand reached the spot between Lo'ak's shoulder blades, his fingers splayed as his hand stilled. The younger boy was finding it hard to think straight, with Aonung's hand still resting on his hip and his other hand pressing against his back.

He turned forward, determined to ignore whatever stupid thing Aonung was trying to accomplish by toying with him. Aonung's hand fell from his waist, and cleared his throat as silent tension ensued.

The younger Navi snapped out of his stupor and his tongue clicked, urging his ilu forwards. His body relaxed, relieved from the tension in the air as she took a dive into water.

The water pushed against his body, but his grip stayed tight on his ilu as his eyes closed and his body relaxed. The creature's heartbeat timed with his own, and she yipped a sound of excitement as her fins whipped faster through the water. His eyes drifted close, lungs slightly burning from the lack of oxygen as he let his body drift through the water, the ilu pulling him along.

He heard the sound of a different ilu behind him, this one a male. He opened his eyes slightly, squinting through the water to find a smirking Aonung tailing behind him on his own ilu. Lo'ak ignored him, straightening his back on the creature as they resurfaced for air.

He was successfully riding his own ilu for the first time.

A series of yips fell from Lo'ak's lips, pride seeping into his chest from his success; he was proud of himself. His ears twitched at the sound of Aonung's own excitement, the taller boy behind him letting out his own shouts of pride.

When Lo'ak turned, ecstatic and eyes full of joy, Aonung's own eyes of delight bore into his own. On the light-blue tinted boy's face, a smile of encouragement that left another weird feeling in Lo'ak's chest.

The latter watched as Aonung's smile shifted into an almost playful smirk, and he disappeared under the water with a dive of his ilu.

Lo'ak's eyes shifted around him, scanning the water and looking for where the older boy had gone. He'd been abandoned by him once before, at the reef when they were supposed to go hunting; he was slightly expecting the same outcome as before.

Now that he'd successfully mounted his ilu, staying positioned and riding it properly- there was no purpose left for Aonung to stick around him much longer anyway.

He ignored the intolerable sinking feeling in his chest.

His amber eyes shifted to the back of the creature, patting her back soothingly. He prepared to turn back and head towards the clan when the splash of water from in-front of him caught his attention.

And there, in all of his annoying and insufferable glory, was Aonung shooting him a smirk from up ahead. The light-blue boy clicked his tongue, eyes piercing into Lo'ak's own as he urged his own ilu to go faster, speeding farther ahead of him.

His jaw clicked, and Lo'ak did the same, attempting to gain speed and catch up to the moron taunting him from ahead.

A race full of splashing, tail flipping and antagonizing (mostly on Aonung's side) took place. Long forgetting about intending to return to the clan, Lo'ak followed Aonung just beyond the reef until they arrived at a cove. The rock formation stretched in a giant circle, with an opening on one side and a beach connecting around the inner part of the circle.

In the ocean, beautiful coral stemmed from the sand in all shapes, sizes and colors; spreading through the sea like a rainbow. Plants glowing all sorts of colors spread throughout the bottom of the water, some plants had grown up the sides of the rocks and gave the beach a luminous glow.

There was no sign of any other Navi at the cove, just animals in the sea and them on their respective ilu. Lo'ak's eyes widened to take in the scenery around them, Aonung still riding up ahead of him.

The smaller boy's hand fell to the water, fingers grazing through the waves as he watched the plants and coral below them, passing by in clouds of color.

Aonung spared a glance back, sharing the same look of awe. The reason for the look was different for each of them.

As the older boy's ilu came to a stop at the edge of the beach, he swung himself off his ilu and gently glided his fingers over the creature's head, watching as it took off away from shore. Lo'ak followed quickly behind him, his own ilu slowing as he arrived at the sand.

Before the Omaticaya could hoist himself off his ilu, smooth hands wrapped themselves around his waist and he was lifted off swiftly and gently. Lo'ak's eyes widened, his eyes snapping to Aonung's as his feet were quickly planted in the sand. Even with him safely on land, and the ilu swimming off to play with the other, the Metkayina's hands lingered.

The pads of his thumbs were pressed firmly against Lo'ak's hips, and his pale-blue eyes were filled with an intensity that made that stupid feeling bubble in the former's chest again.

Lo'ak adverted his gaze, and quickly stepped away from the other Navi. He huffed, annoyance starting to show as he took a step up towards the rocks. He refused himself the chance to look back, and strictly stared ahead at the formation of rock and the bright green grass that grew upon it; his feet were sinking in the sand, and he stumbled here and there as he tried to make it away from Aonung.

Far enough away that he couldn't touch him; couldn't make him melt in his hands like a snowflake in the spring.

Aonung was quick to follow behind him, reaching out and seizing Lo'ak's wrist before he could get far. But his hold was gentle, and the younger boy quickly ripped his arm from the other's grasp.

A small hiss fell from his lips, but not enough to deem a genuine threat toward Aonung.

"What are you trying to do? Kä neto li!" His words came harsh, sharp as the sting that the Metkayina felt in his chest.

Aonung knew he was affecting Lo'ak, and that the latter was annoyed by it.

"I'm not trying to do anything?" Aonung feigned a tone of innocence, eyebrow raised as if he didn't know damn well what he was doing.

Lo'ak let out a noise of frustration, taking a step forward and jabbing a finger against Aonung's chest. "My family first arrived here and I was nothing to you but a freak and half demon." His tone was accusatory, irritation seeping into every word. "And now you've decided it's your duty or something to train me in absolutely everything?"

Aonung's face fell, and he stayed quiet for a minute as Lo'ak's pent-up frustration seeped out like the waves of an ocean.

"Wasn't I a freak? My tail is too small to swim, my body too thin to be useful, my arms too frail?" Lo'ak huffed, teeth barred as he took a step back from Aonung. "If all I am is a freak and a disappointment then just let me be that in peace! Without your constant taunting or touchiness or making me feel this annoying shit!" He threw his arms up, defeated and slightly embarrassed because he hadn't meant to let that last part to escape his lips.

He was just so angry. So annoyed and-

-tired of wishing he didn't feel like this.

Lo'ak let out a breath, defeated.

And then it was Aonung's turn to become frustrated.

"Aynga lu nìftxan snumìna!" Aonung's voice turned harsh, hurt evident in his tone. "You think I teach you out of duty?"

Lo'ak glared back of him, "It's not like there's any other reason! You just can't help but hate me."

Aonung raised his voice, clearly hurt. "The last thing I could ever feel towards you is hate."

Lo'ak scoffed, eyes rolling in disbelief. "You sure act like you do."

"Because it's the only way I can talk to you without coming entirely undone!" Aonung's words came out breathy, chest heaving and his eyes full of raw emotion staring straight into Lo'ak's golden ones.

"It's the only way I can talk to you without you running away."

Lo'ak adverted his eyes, taking a step back towards the rocks surrounding them and shaking his head with distrust. The older Metkayina took a step forward in retaliation, cautious and slow as if the younger boy would dart if he got too close.

"You command me like Eywa commands the sea," the light-blue tinted boy spoke slowly. "You consume every thought, every feeling, you consume me."

Lo'ak continued to shake his head, ears twitching at his words and mind full of confusion and emotions he didn't want to name.

"My very being," Aonung took a step towards him, "is plagued by your laugh, your smile, your eyes." Another step forward, with Lo'ak's back pressed firmly against the wall of rock and Aonung directly in-front of him. "You have haunted me ever since you arrived here, I didn't have any opportunity to do anything but want you." His voice was full of compassion and wanting, and Lo'ak could hear the sincerity in his words.

The Omaticaya's eyes flickered behind Aonung, his mind debating whether to run and if he could make it to the edge of the shore without being caught. And, as if he had read his mind, Aonung's hands were planted on either side of his head; Lo'ak was caged against the rock wall, Aonung close enough that he could feel his breath on his face.

He had no escape.

He felt his face heat, embarrassment and want seeping through his veins and his mind swindled back and forth with emotions. Feeling Aonung so close to him, his body all but pressed against his own, arms keeping him in place and pale eyes filled with an intensity that made him shiver- he was lost. Goosebumps spread all over his skin, chest fluttering and his heart racing; he couldn't think straight with him so close.

The smaller boy's eyes shifted away, refusing to meet the other's in shame and embarrassment.

Aonung's hand slowly shifted from it's spot on the rock, moving to softly cup Lo'ak's cheek, guiding his head up and forcing his eyes to his. Lo'ak could finally make out the emotions swirling in the older boy's eyes, like ripples in water that he could drown in. Love, endearment, pride, understanding. Lo'ak's heart swelled, the pit in his stomach building.

"You are many things- disappointment you are not." The words were soft, slightly calming the racing of Lo'ak's heart. As much as the Omaticaya wanted to look away, he couldn't. He couldn't get away, he couldn't run. He couldn't run from the sensation on his skin where Aonung caressed his cheek, and the fluttering in his chest from his words.

Aonung's other hand moved to cup both cheeks, softly running his thumbs under the smaller Navi's eyes in a soothing motion. His touch was light, gentle as the ocean breeze that blew around them, and Lo'ak felt himself leaning into the touch.

"Oel ngati kameie," Aonung spoke so quiet and gentle, his voice fragile and his words full of everything the smaller boy didn't realize he longed for. "I see you, Lo'ak."

The Omaticaya's eyes went wide, his chest burning and his face twisted in surprise. His amber orbs were full of want, of need. One of Aonung's hands shifted down to Lo'ak's neck, fingertips brushing against the hair on the nape of his neck and his thumb caressing his jaw.

Sparks flew on Lo'ak's skin, and his eyes took in everything before him as if it was in a new light.

Eclipse had come and gone, and Aonung's freckles had begun to glow, scattered across his skin like seafoam in the ocean; the stripes painted on his skin like ripples in the deep.

He was truly beautiful, and Lo'ak wondered how he never saw it before.

Aonung saw him.

And Lo'ak felt like he was seeing the Metkayina boy truly for the first time.

"There's just inches in between us

I want you to give in, I want you to give in"

The heat of the older boy's body pressed against his overwhelmed his senses, and when Aonung leaned his forehead against his own he felt his breath catch in his throat. His hands came up to tentatively rest upon the taller boy's neck, his heart racing faster than the ilu that carried him to the beach.

The Metkayina inched his face closer to Lo'ak's, and the latter could feel Aonung's breath fanning over his lips. He was so close, there was so little space between the two as their bodies molded together; it was as if they were made to fit together, like pieces of a puzzle.

"There is tension in between us

I just wanna give in

And I don't care if I'm forgiven"

Lo'ak took in a sharp breath, attempting to calm his racing heart.

"I see you." His voice was soft, a whisper that Aonung almost did not catch.

But he did, and as soon as the words reached his ears, his lips were on Lo'ak's.

"Right now I'm shameless

Screaming my lungs out for ya"

Aonung's lips met the smaller boy's softly, slow and cautious. The other boy did not hesitate to reciprocate, gripping the other boy's neck as if it was his lifeline and pushing himself against him. A noise of surprise left Aonung's mouth, but nonetheless he returned the same passion through the kiss that Lo'ak was conveying.

Skin on skin, fever pouring through every kiss lost between the two. A burning fire ignited in both of them, no longer able to be kept at bay.

Lo'ak wasn't sure he'd ever be able to forget the feeling of Aonung's lips on his own, and he didn't want to.

The younger Navi was still caged against the wall, back pressed against the rock and chest flush with Aonung's. The Metkayina's bun had come undone, and Lo'ak's hands were now buried in his hair as Aonung licked his bottom lip slowly.

Lo'ak was inexperienced when it came to anything like this, and he was unsure of what to do or if he was even doing this right; all he knew was he loved it. He loved the feeling of Aonung's hands, the heat between their bodies, the way his mouth felt. He loved it all.

Aonung, seemingly sensing his confusion, gently nipped at Lo'ak's bottom lip. The smaller boy gasped in surprise, his mouth falling open as the Metkayina quickly slipped his tongue inside. Their tongues tangled together, in a fight for dominance that Lo'ak knew he was going to lose.

Aonung's tongue explored the smaller boy's mouth, wanting to taste everything he had to offer and leave nothing untouched.

A small moan fell from the Omaticaya's mouth at the feeling of the hot tongue against his own, and his fingers tangled and tugged on the long locks that had long been disarranged on Aonung's head. The older boy let out a grunt, that was quickly lost in Lo'ak's mouth, as he was overwhelmed with the heat of their bodies and want for even more.

Lo'ak felt something slither past his leg, and quickly recognized it as Aonung's thick tail wrapping itself possessively around his upper thigh. The pair pulled away for air, but Aonung didn't stop his onslaught as he trailed open-mouthed kisses along Lo'ak's jaw, down to his neck. Breathy sounds, although he tried to stop them, escaped from the smaller boy's lips as Aonung's mouth trailed down his neck, leaving sparks and tingles in their wake.

The older Navi's hands gripped Lo'ak's waist, thumbs rubbing circles into his skin while his tongue continued to swirl across his neck.

Suddenly, Aonung's hands shifted down to the back of Lo'ak's thighs. Gripping them firmly, he hoisted the smaller boy up for him to wrap his legs around his waist. Lo'ak's ankles locked around Aonung's waist, wanting him as close as possible as he feverishly connected their lips again.

The taller Navi slid his hands up, softly sliding underneath Lo'ak's bottom to keep him in the air while he pressed him back against the wall of rock. The sound of the smaller male's heavy breathing and quiet moans that he tried to muffle made Aonung's ears twitch, more heat building in his stomach and heart beating wildly.

Lo'ak's hands gripped and tugged at his hair, tangled in the dark locks and relishing in the reaction he received in doing so; the feeling of the Metkayina's hands on his flesh sending shivers up his spine. Aonung's grip tightened on his bottom, and the noise that fell from Lo'ak's mouth in response was likely to have Eywa looking down on them in shame.

The Omaticaya couldn't be bothered to care, butterflies were fluttering through his stomach to his chest every time their lips reconnected.

Aonung trailed wet kisses down Lo'ak's collarbone, leaving marks along the way as he gently nipped at his skin. The darker tinted Navi hissed at the feeling, pleasure coursing through him and his mind beginning to fog at the overwhelming feelings he was experiencing.

Eventually, the Metkayina found the sweet spot right between where his shoulder met his collarbone, and attached his lips hungrily; the sound of Lo'ak's heavy breathing and quiet sounds of encouragement urged him on, as he nipped and sucked at the light-blue skin until a dark purple mark was left in place when he detached his mouth.

His teeth gently nipped the mark one more time, until he trailed back up and left open-mouthed kisses along Lo'ak's jaw. Aonung pulled back for a moment, examining the mark and raking his eyes over the panting form of his mate.

Was he his mate, now?

Aonung's voice came out deep, heavy with want. "Mine?" Although not meant to be a question, it came out as such with the confusion evident.

Lo'ak nodded feverishly, "Yes please." Aonung gave his ass another gentle squeeze, leaning down until his lips were at the shell of the other Navi's ear.

"Ma yawne."

Lo'ak felt his cheeks heat, turning to catch Aonung's lips in another heated kiss. The feeling of his lips on his own was addicting, like a drug he couldn't get enough of and desperately needed.

Aonung relished in the feeling, as many times as he'd imagined what it'd be like to kiss him like this, touch him, he hadn't even come close to the actual act.

The taller Navi's eyes went wide, as he pulled back slightly. Lo'ak seemed confused, wondering if he had done something wrong.

Aonung all of a sudden became painfully aware of how thin the layer of clothing between them was.

All they adorned was a loincloth each, both made of a large cloth and leaves, but neither thick enough to leave much to the imagination. The back was just a string around their waists, a thong-like garment that made everything so easily accessible.

Aonung became aware of this when he felt how excited his mate happened to be.

He could feel everything through Lo'ak's loincloth, as he was sure it was the same vis versa.

Lo'ak's hips shifted, as he grew nervous that he'd done something wrong that upset the Metkayina; the movement resulted in a low groan from the latter, who dropped his head onto the smaller Navi's shoulder as he held his hips firmly. Lo'ak shuddered at the feeling, gliding his lips over Aonung's neck.

Aonung couldn't get his thoughts under control, his hands staying put on the other boy's hips to keep him in place. He felt heat creep up his neck, and buried his face against Lo'ak's shoulder as he felt soft kisses peppered against his own.

His mind was buzzing, stomach pooling with want and arousal; the effect that Lo'ak had on him was almost unbearable.

It'd be so easy to just slide his hands down and slip his fingers inside.

He wondered how tight Lo'ak would be around him, how loud his moans would be with Aonung's fingers buried inside of him.

He could feel how much the Omaticaya wanted him, how hard he was with his hips pressed against his own.

The taller Navi felt Lo'ak fighting against his solid hold on his hips, and he cautiously released them, sliding his hands down to resume their place kneading his ass.

He lifted his head, Lo'ak's heavy breathing and half-lidded eyes managed to make Aonung even more aroused- if that was even possible.

Lo'ak gently rocked his hips against the Metkayina's, letting out a soft whine as the feeling enveloped him. It felt so good, and he hardly understood why but knew he wanted more.

"Rutxe," Lo'ak pleaded in his Navi tongue. "Please-" His words were cut off by a hard thrust of Aonung's hips against his, rubbing against eachother in a way that made Lo'ak lightheaded.

"Please what?" The taller Navi's voice came out somewhat taunting, almost hoping to hear the dark-tinted boy beg for him. His hands slid dangerously close towards his entrance, spreading and kneading his plump ass and enticing a loud moan from Lo'ak's lips.

His words came breathy, his chest heaving, "I want you." The needy undertone to them had Aonung's head spinning.

The taller Navi gently debated it in his head, wanting to continue but also not wanting to pressure him into anything he didn't want.

He wanted Lo'ak to be comfortable, but he also wanted to make him feel good like a good mate was supposed to.

His tongue clicked, mind made up as he pressed a gentle kiss to Lo'ak's lips. "Tell me if you want to stop at any time, okay?" He leaned back slightly, making sure he fully heard him as his eyes bore into the Omaticaya's.

Lo'ak nodded in understanding, softly reconnecting their lips. Attempting to copy the taller boy, he gently licked and nipped at Aonung's bottom lip, causing a low moan to escape from the taller boy's mouth and get muffled against Lo'ak's.

The dark-blue boy felt heat pool in his stomach, fireworks erupting through his body at the feeling of Aonung's hips rubbing against his so perfectly- the sensitive hardness between his thighs sliding perfectly against Aonung's.

Aonung slowed the rock of his hips, gently moving his lover away from the rock he had been pressed against. Carefully, he moved to a soft patch of grass and slowly seated himself, Lo'ak planted in his lap.

His hands continued their work, lips attached to Lo'ak's neck and the latter's hands tangled in his hair. He brought his fingers up to Lo’ak’s lips, prodding at his lips.

Lo’ak raised a brow, and Aonung gestured for him to open his mouth. “Suck.” Aonung’s voice laced with lust sent shivers down Lo’ak’s spine, and with pink cheeks he obliged, taking two slender fingers between his lips.

He slid his tongue over Aonung’s knuckles, lathering them in spit and slowly sucking them like he’d demanded. His eyes fell upon Aonung’s heavy one, and the sight of him shifting on-top of Aonung’s thighs and lapping at his fingers was making Aonung’s length impossibly harder.

Aonung would make use of that pretty mouth one day.

Today though, he’d just satisfy his pretty mate.

He removed his fingers from Lo’ak’s mouth, moving them down to his bottom. He feels the other Navi stiffen, and he presses a soothing kiss to his temple. “It's going to feel a bit uncomfortable at first." Aonung's voice soothed Lo'ak, who was a bit nervous but feeling abnormally needy. It was obvious he had no experience, but he knew what he wanted and he didn't want these feelings to stop.

The younger Navi nodded, eyes full of trust and want as they stared into Aonung's own pale eyes.

His fingers gently pulled the string of Lo'ak's loincloth to the side, softly circling his hole with his finger until he gently slid it inside the tight ring of muscle.

Lo'ak let out a quiet gasp at the intrusion, slightly tensing as his breath hitched. Aonung soothed him with kisses, scattering them all over the other Navi's face as he attempted to calm him. He kept his hand still, unmoving.

"Shh, relax. You're okay baby." Baby. A term, Aonung assumed of endearment, that he'd heard from those strange sky people and sometimes from Jake Sully. Lo'ak's face flushed, and his body relaxed so Aonung assumed it had the effect that he wanted.

He gently slid his finger out, then slowly back inside Lo'ak's tight heat as the Omaticaya let out a low moan. He wasn't used to the feeling, but it started to feel good and the uncomfortable feeling faded quickly.

When Aonung started to pick up the pace, and Lo'ak seemed to be enjoying it by the sounds falling from his lips, the former slid another finger inside; the feeling of the smaller Navi's tight entrance wrapped around his fingers was driving him insane.

"Eywa, you are so tight ma yawne." Lo'ak's face flushed in embarrassment, which quickly faded at the feeling of Aonung's fingers making scissoring motions inside him, stretching his ass open.

A groan fell from his lips, and Aonung moved to attach his mouth to his collarbone, sucking and nipping at his skin wherever his mouth could reach. Every ounce of pain had faded, making way for a new feeling bubbling inside his stomach- it was new to Lo’ak but it felt so good.

"Please, 'nung, more." The neediness in his voice when Lo’ak spoke his name made Aonung let out a quiet groan.

He slid a third finger inside of him, feeling him stretch around his fingers as he buried them inside Lo'ak's heat up to his knuckles. The Omaticaya was in bliss from the feeling of Aonung's long digits sliding in and out of him; he gently rocked his hips back, trying to wedge them deeper.

Aonung decided that the loincloth was no longer needed, the outline of how hard Lo'ak happened to be was evident through the thin fabric, and he quickly removed his fingers to untie the string holding the cloth to the Navi's body.

He pulled the loincloth away, tossing it somewhere on the ground before refocusing his attention on the whining Navi seated in his lap.

Lo'ak's fingers lay buried in Aonung's hair, which definitely needed to be rebraided later after all the tugging and pulling the Omaticaya had done.

Aonung's pale eyes scanned up and down Lo'ak's body, who shifted nervously in his lap. The smaller boy started to shift away, afraid that his body wasn't what Aonung expected.

Which, was true, but in the best possible way.

Before he could pull away and get up, Aonung grabbed Lo'ak by the base of his tail, pulling him towards himself and thrusting his hips against the smaller Navi's.

Lo'ak had never been touched there, but Eywa did it feel so good.

Aonung’s eyes raked over his form, Lo’ak’s eyes closed from the new stimulation. His mate was stunning, and the Metkayina recalled Lo’ak’s figure- and then his eyes- to be the first thing he noticed about him when the Sully’s arrived. Granted, he was young then, and immature as he was, he had insulted the Navi when his mind was truly in awe.

He’d never treat the boy in-front of him so poorly again, now living to make Lo’ak happy. And currently, Aonung was determined to make the beauty of a boy in-front of him feel good-

-and make him cum so hard that he never forgot the feeling of Aonung's fingers fucking his ass.

He quickly leaned forward, and instead of attaching his lips to Lo'ak's collarbone, leaned down and captured his nipple in his mouth. Lo'ak let out a sound of surprise, grip tightening on Aonung's hair as he felt the taller boy's wet tongue trace the perky bud. The Omaticaya's jaw fell slack, eyes closed as Aonung sucked and teased his nipple relentlessly.

One of the Metkayina's hands found their way back to his entrance, plunging three fingers deep inside him and forcing a low moan to fall from Lo'ak's mouth. His entrance tightened around the other Navi's fingers, heat pooling in his stomach and his ass feeling full.

Aonung detached his mouth from one of his nipples, now soaked in saliva and purple from all the attention it just received. "Eywa, Lo'ak. You have no idea what I wish to do to you." His voice was darkened with lust, and he slid his fingers deeper until he found a specific spot that had Lo'ak melting. His heat was gripping Aonung’s fingers like a vice, and a moan loud enough to reach the clan echoed through the cove as Lo’ak’s eyes rolled in pleasure.

"Please right there!" The smaller Navi begged shamelessly, bucking his hips against the Metkayina's as he chased whatever feeling was building in his stomach. "'s so good 'nung." His words slurred together, urging Aonung on as his fingers slammed against that spot over and over.

Aonung released Lo'ak's tail, using his now free hand to wrap around the Omaticaya's length, collecting the bead off his tip with his thumb; he quickly started a rhythm of slamming his fingers against his spot, and using his hand to pleasure him while the smaller Navi rocked his hips back and forth.

"You're so good for me Lo'ak." His words of praise made Lo'ak's ears twitch, adding to the heat of his body as he chased a release from the pressure building in his core. His fingers tugged harshly, causing Aonung's own groans to spill out and mix with Lo'ak's needy ones.

"Almost-" a moan fell from his lips when Aonung gently nipped a sensitive nipple, "there!" He didn't know where "there" was, but the pleasure building in his core was overflowing and he was so close to the release of it.

A final slam of his fingers, buried knuckle-deep in Lo'ak's tight heat and the overstimulation of his body sent him over.

Strings of white released, covering both his own chest and Aonung's. His hips still bucked against the Metkayina's, riding out his high as he slowed his movements to a halt.

His head lay against Aonung's shoulder, body relaxing from the high he just experienced as he slumped against his lover. He was panting, chest heavy as the embarrassment seeped in about what just happened.

And since Aonung happened to know him a bit too well, he quickly peppered the younger Navi's face with soft kisses. His fingers slid out of the Omaticaya, who was no doubt going to be sore when walking, and quickly grabbed a nearby leaf to clean them both up with.

As he began to wipe up the mess, Aonung gently nudged Lo'ak with his nose, who was still staring at the grass and adverting his gaze; when his eyes met the Metkayina's, he found nothing but love and adoration in them. The earlier heat was replaced by a loving atmosphere, and Aonung pressed a gentle kiss to the other's lips.

"You did so well, ma Lo'ak." His tone was soothing, and once he had them both cleaned up for the most part, he quickly cupped Lo'ak's face in his hands, softly rubbing circles into his freckle-painted skin.

Aonung’s own arousal was lost on him, his goal fulfilled as his mate lay exhausted in his arms.

His lips came up to meet Lo'ak's once more, but instead of heat or lust, it was filled with tenderness, adoration, understanding. The world around the two dissolved, as they lost themselves in each other and their own little bubble of safety and comfort.

Aonung gently scooped him up, carrying him down to the edge of the cove to wash him up completely with the water.

Aonung had found his future, his mate, the moment the Sully’s had landed on their beaches. It took him growth out of his stubbornness to realize it.

But Lo’ak was his now, and he’d make sure not an Eclipse passed where his mate was unhappy.

Their differences were obvious to anyone who spared a glance, their eyes, their skin, their bodies- yet Lo'ak fit against him like he was meant to be there, meant to be tucked into his chest away from the harsh world around them.

Aonung saw past the disappointment Lo’ak believed himself to be. He knew Lo’ak felt inferior to his brother, he felt imperfect and flawed.

To the Metkayina, he was just Lo’ak.

A forest Navi that learned to swim.

[bunnytornado]

Between a Desk and A Hard Place Chapter 4 TW: Blood, Violence, OC Death

Chapter 3 | Chapter 5 Cross Posted on Archive of Our Own

~~ Current Day ~~

“So…Your dear friend drugged you, how quaint. Seems humans haven’t changed much in the last few eons,” Lucifer muttered as he sipped his whiskey.

I frowned at him and tilted my head. “Seriously? Not all humans are bad. Some are still very kind and helpful.”

“For what reason,” Lucifer countered, a sad but dark smirk crossed his face. “Humans ever only do things for their own benefit.”

“I like to believe in Goodness, that folks can be kind,” I say and grin. “Greet the world with open arms.”

“Oh, how disgustingly naïve of a human. Please continue your story,” Lucifer groaned and shook his head.

A twitch of my eye was the only indication that I found his words aggravating, I took a deep breath before continuing my tale.

~~ 2 Weeks Prior ~~

As my eyes tried to open and focus, my groan came out muffled and dry. Darkness was the only thing I saw, no matter how much I tried to blink it away. I tried to sit up but found myself unable to move my legs or arms. My left hand hurt as I clenched my hands. I made a muffle cry and tried to get any help with my situation.

“Relax Christine, it’s better if you do,” Odessa’s voice could be heard. Her voice seemed to move, almost as if she was circling me. “I wasn’t expecting you to wake up so soon, but I suppose I got the majority of my work done. Such a shame though, the pain you will be feeling… I did try to ensure you wouldn’t feel it.”

I tried to plead for answers, but all that came out was muffled noises. I could feel the burning sting of tears forming, fear coursing through my veins. The blindfold I wore, soaking up any tears that did fall.

“Oh, poor Christine. I suppose I should give you an explanation, but I don’t think you quite need one,” Odessa sighed and struck out with her foot to roll me onto my back. Ignoring the cry of pain, her eyes rolled, and she started to walk around the circle once more. Her eyes scanned every inch of it, ensuring not a piece was out of place. “I do hope you make a better sacrifice than Vincent. He died within seconds. Sadly, I’m unsure if it was the ritual that had killed him or just how much blood he loss.”

Vincent… was dead? I started to squirm and try to get out of my bindings. Instantly, I felt a blade against my throat, forcing me to cease my squirm.

“Stop that. You’ll ruin the work I have done,” Odessa snarled and backed off again, ensuring her movement had no effect on the circle. “I hope you know that I’m fighting for something. It’s a shame that I have to sacrifice you, I really did just try to use Vincent.”

Without warning, Odessa slammed the knife into my arm and ripped it out, fresh blood oozing over the circle. As the dripped and oozed onto the circle, Odessa stood tall, and started to speak in Latin.

“O magne Asmodee, rex luxuriae.

Desiderii incendia das superque moras ardentes.

tuum auxilium peto ut longius abeam.

Praebe mihi quod gestio vicissim, hoc virginis sacrificium praestabo.

Quaeso praebe Incubum ut mea obsequere iussa et sequor lubidinem.

Finis iustificat medium, o magne rex Libidinis, Asmodee!”

With a burst of flames erupting from 5 candles, a gust of wind blew through the rooms. The candles placed around the pentagram within the circle slowly died out. One by one, their light flickered and blew out. As the last candle blew out, the circle glowed a bright pink, changing to purple, and then blue. With a blinding flash, Odessa had to cover her eyes. As she recovered from the flash, her eyes fell upon a tall figure.

Slowly, she stood and faced the pink-skinned Incubus. “Hello. My name is Odessa. I wish to make a pact with you,” Odessa said calmly. Assured her goal was in reach, she gave a dark smirk. The Incubus laughed and stepped over me.

“Oh, do you now? Well Odessa, I hate to be the bearer of bad news…but my King has specific rules for how we are to do dealings with mortals. See, if I was to make a deal with you, I would be in deep trouble since not only is this sacrifice made under duress, well…it was her blood that was used,” The Incubus stated and shrugged. “The name is Batter, and you my dear are now at my mercy.”

“W-what…but the grimoires... They did not mention this,” Odessa cried and backed away. “H-How dare you lie to me like this.”

“Do you realize how old those Grimoires are? Geez, humans always have to make things complicated,” Batter yawned out. “Always the same whines too.” Turning to the muffled noises of the bound human behind him, Batter turns and frowns. “Oh, hush for a bit. I’ll get to you next.” Batter’s clawed hand runs through his blonde spiked hair, a huff escaping him.

“R-Return to which you came demon. I have no use for an insubordinate Incubus,” Odessa snarled.

“Oh feisty. Normally I would just leave a warning. But you are incredibly rude...” Suddenly Batter was in Odessa’s face, a dark grin forming. “You must apologize to me mortal. Otherwise, I will take it from you by force.”

Odessa’s face fell instantly, realizing she was out of her depth. “G-Get away from me,” she demanded and backed away from the Incubus.

Swiftly, Batter grabbed the human, enjoying the distinct cry of fear before his other hand clasped over her throat, tightening. The sound of her gasping for air as he tightened his hand more, it was music to his ears. He always did love showing a human their place.

His tail flicked as a depraved grin filled his face. “Such a shame, if you would have just submitted, I would have let you enjoy. But alas you were rude. Plus, you did force another to be my treat for coming to Earth.”

He kept one hand on Odessa’s throat, the other coming up near her face. “Suppose I’ll have to seek you out when you fall to the Pride Ring. Hopefully you learn your place mortal.” With that, he let the human fall to the ground before shoving his claw through her chest. He grabbed her heart and crushed it, effectively killing the human. He pulled his hand free, and laughed as he watched the light fade from her eyes. “See you in Hell Odessa.”

Once the light was gone, Batter kicked the human away and turned to the bound one. “Such a shame about that one. She was kind of cute. Not a virgin like you, but virgins really aren’t my type.” Batter walked towards the me and grabbed me by the hair pulling me up by it. He ignored the muffled cries of pain as he thought of what he could do with his new toy.

“Hmm... What to do. Suppose I could just fuck you here and let you live to tell the tale. But, if I take you back home, I could just keep you as my little buffet. I think that would be better. I doubt a forced sacrifice would be much of a feast since you didn’t want to be involved from the start. But taking you home, I can train you. Teach you to be obedient and soon get all I need.”

“Yes, that is exactly what I will do.” With that, Batter threw me over his shoulder. The squirms I tried to do to get out of his grip, only ended up with me getting smacked on the ass.

“Stop, or I’ll just kill you too,” Batter snarled and snapped his fingers, stepping back onto the summoning circle. Within a blink, he was back to where he had been before, in his home. Dropping me on the bed, he got to work removing my bindings. With a swift movement of his claw, my bindings were released, and he removed my blindfold and gag just as quickly. “There, now you can see who will be your partner for eternity.”

I screamed and tried to back away, earning a harsh hair pull from the Incubus in front of me. “Listen here Human. You are MINE now. You will obey me, and you will submit. Otherwise, you will be ending up the same way as your friend.”

“Let me Go,” I cry and try to get loose. He tugged again, causing another cry.

“Fucking hell, shut up,” Batter snapped. Just as he was about to backhand me, his phone went off. “Batter,” he snapped into the phone. “Oh Lord Asmodeus…Yes. I did answer a summoning. I hand- Yes sir. I’ll come and give you a report of the summoning. I’ll be there soon.” He hung up and threw me to the bed. “Lucky bitch. I’ll be back to start taming you.”

Batter turned and left, leaving me alone in the room. He locked his bedroom door and left to meet with Asmodeus.

As I heard the lock click into place, I curled up crying. I didn’t understand what was happening, how any of this happened. Only that my life had turned to shit within a day.

After a few hours, I tried the door, it was indeed locked. I then checked the other doors in the room. There was one that led to a bathroom and another to a closet. I went to the window and saw we were on the ground floor.

I tried the window, and a gasp slipped from my lips as I found out I could open it. Slowly, I climbed out of it, and ran as fast as I could. Right out into the Hellhole that was the Pride Ring.

~~~~~~TRANSLATION OF LATIN ABOVE~~~~~~~~~~~

O great Asmodeus, king of lust.

You give the fires of desire and stay burning above.

I ask for your help to go further.

Give me what I have done in return, and I will perform this sacrifice of the virgin.

Please grant the Incubus to obey my orders and follow my will.

The end justifies the means, O great king of Lust, Asmodeus!