#DRAWING HUMANS IS SO HARD AAH

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Meme redraw wip

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Ikemen Villains: Ghost House Report - Elbert Greetia 100K Love Points Story

from the 2024 summer story event

FYI has themes of afterlife, spiritual, some r18 stuff

this is a fan translation. i do not own anything. Cybird reserves all ownership to in-game content.

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This mansion, which is rumored to be haunted, might be the base of criminal activity.

We came to investigate as part of Crown’s mission.

I chose to work with Lord Elbert. It was within minutes of starting the investigation that I realized this place was truly haunted.

Elbert: Kate, be careful where you step. It seems the floorboards are aging and have become brittle.

Kate: Thank you very much Lord Elbert.. but.. more importantly….

Every time he advances down the hallway, a ghost approaches him.

Ghost of a woman with braids: My… what a beautiful man.

Ghost of a guy with mustache: Ah, yes… that melancholy profile… I can hardly take it.

Ghost of a thin woman: More.. to be.. by your side…

It’s hard to believe, but Elbert’s beauty seems to attract even ghosts.

(So many ghosts…. It’s scary..)

(But I can’t say that out loud. I have to keep an eye on him until the end of the mission so that nothing bad happens to him.)

In contrast to myself - who was incredibly nervous next to him - Elbert moved down the hall gracefully, despite there being so many ghosts surrounding him.

We stopped at the door of the innermost room when he turned to me.

Elbert: Kate, why don’t you start searching each room one by one?

Kate: Uh.. E-.. Lord Elbert.. there are so many ghosts.

Kate: Are you feeling sick in any way?

(Something strange was bound to happen with the ghosts being so clingy.)

Elbert: Ah… at this moment, nothing in particular.

He looks at me and suddenly smiles.

Elbert: There’s no need to worry. I’m used to being surrounded like this.

Elbert: What’s more, ghosts don’t have shadows. I don’t have to worry about stepping on them.

Elbert: It makes it easier to move than usual… it feels nice.

Kate: Heheh… that is true.

(No matter who he is surrounded by, he’s always wary of making the other party sad.)

His kind smile makes me smile too.

Elbert: … I’m glad you smiled.

Elbert took my hand in his.

Elbert: I’m here with you… you’ll be okay.

Kate: Ah… thank you, Lord Elbert.

(He was also concerned about me being scared of the ghosts.)

I’ve been saved by his smile.

(I still need to be vigilant, but since he’s with me, I don’t have to be so scared.)

After seeing that I calmed down, Elbert stopped and opened the door to the room in front of us.

Then-

-a man and woman standing in the center of the bedroom turned to look at us at the same time.

(!! There’s people in a place like this?!)

(Wait— no… they’re also ghosts.)

Their outlines are a bit more distinct than others, but if you look closely you could tell they were slightly transparent.

It’s an out of body experience.

Sexy woman ghost: Oh?? Why you’re so… so beautiful!

Ghost of young man: Finally, I’m glad to see you.

Elbert: ……………

(Although I’m no longer surprised by seeing ghosts… they speak as if they were waiting to see him.)

Sexy woman ghost: All my waiting was worth it to enjoy this!

The eyes of the woman ghost were sparkling at Elbert.

Kate: !!

Elbert: Eh…

Elbert was unable to move, as if he was in a bind.

The ghosts following us suddenly burst forth.

Ghost of a woman with braids: Oooh!! He has such a beautiful figure too!

Ghost of man with mustache: Aaa, aah aaaahhh..!!! I can look at you forever! I must draw you in this!!

Ghost of a thin woman: Ahhh you must join us!

Sexy woman ghost: Hah.. hmm, the ghosts of this mansion are quite lovely aren’t they?

Sexy woman ghost: A human as beautiful as a bisque doll, huh..

Sexy woman ghost: But humans eventually grow old, their bodies decay, right?

Sexy woman ghost: Though the soul.. the soul remains unchanged no matter how many decades pass!

Sexy woman ghost: Why, look at me! I’m as beautiful as ever!

The ghost of that woman who was pleading to him slowly approaches Elbert and whispers seductively in his ear.

Sexy woman ghost: That’s why… you should stay here..

Sexy woman ghost: Would you like to keep that beautiful figure…. and have fun with us?

Kate: Wh- what did you say…

Ghost of young man: Don’t you understand?

A male ghost suddenly cuts in.

Ghost of young man: This woman is right. No matter how beautiful you are, human bodies have a physical limit..

Ghost of young man: If you become like us… you can be with the person you love forever.

Ghost of young man: Isn’t that right, my love?

Sexy woman ghost: Indeed, my soul is unchanging- my love is unchanging!

Sexy woman ghost: Be with the one you love for all eternity!… there is no greater happiness!!

Elbert: The one I love… to be with them forever… an unchanging..love…

Elbert: ……..with Kate…….. forever…….

Elbert: ……….it may be nice.

Kate: Elbert?!-

I felt an unusual presence, and suddenly the room filled with more ghosts.

(What? Ghosts from all over the mansion have come to this room?)

Sexy woman ghost: Heh.. if it’s been decided then..

Sexy woman ghost: ..would you like to join us now?

With that statement as the signal, ghosts emerged from all angles.

It was as if all of them were welcoming in a friend.

Elbert: !….

All the ghosts cling to Elbert, and before I knew it our hands were torn apart.

Kate: Aah!!

The ghosts piled on top of each other around him like one huge mass.

Elbert stood in the center of them, completely covered.

Kate: No!! I don’t want that, you can’t do this! You can’t take him!

I jumped into the mass of spirits, and desperately grasp for Elbert.

My arms reach around him as he stands there, swaying.

Elbert: ..Kate!

Elbert’s gaze met my eyes with a startled look.

Ghost of young man: Ah, of course you too.

Kate: !!!!

(Shit! I’ll become a spirit too!)

Ghost of young man: You’re going to spend eternity with him. Aren’t you happy?

(……ha.. that may make me happy, but not like this… )

(I can’t let it happen.)

It felt like the very core of my body was being sucked into a vacuum.

I felt myself losing consciousness but tried to stay awake with all my might.

Kate: …E..El-…. El… Elbert..

— even if my resistance was futile

These arms that are holding him… I’ll never let go.

Elbert: ……………

Elbert: … I have no intention of becoming your “friend”.

Kate: !

Elbert: I ….. want to spend my time with Kate in this world.

Elbert: Kate, I …… I can feel the warmth of your hands.. in this world.

Kate: -Elbert!!

He casts a sharp gaze at the ghost lovers.

Elbert: So please… stop this.

Sexy woman ghost/ghost of young man: Kyaah-!/ Wha-?!

With those words from Elbert’s voice, the ghosts were blown back by a terrible force.

At the same time, the pile of spirits that became one body began to disintegrate.

Mass of spirits: !! ~

As soon as the screams of the ghosts disappeared, the room fell silent.

Ghost of young man: Tch, well, well….

The ghost form of the young man had come back together by the side of the woman ghost.

Ghost of young man: It seems they like it as they are.

The man smiled mischievously and fell against the desk.

The woman puffed out her cheeks at this remark.

Sexy woman ghost: Hmmph.. pfft, and here I thought I’d have fun doing this and that with such a beautiful person.

Kate: ! ?

Ghost of young man: ..You wouldn’t have any fun anyway if you forced someone to join, would you? Besides…. you have me.

Sexy woman ghost: Ah.. yes. Can you satisfy me today, too?

Ghost of young man: Why of course. Let’s go to the next room.

Sexy woman ghost: Hehe…. Well. You two take your time.

The woman shoots a sultry look at the man before they disappear into the white walls.

The room fills with silence once again.

Kate: …what in the world just happened?…

Elbert: ….. I don’t know. But..

Elbert hugs me tightly.

(Ah-)

Elbert: We’re certainly still alive, I'm here.

Kate: ….Elbert

My anxieties and fear welled up as I buried my face in his chest.

In response, his arms wrapped around me stronger.

Kate: I’m so glad you’re safe.

Kate: I wondered what to do if you did become interested in being a ghost.

Elbert: …..I’m sorry I made you worry.

Elbert: …Being with you forever, a future like that….. it is one of my wishes. So I did consider it.

Elbert: But just then, I felt your touch… and I decided not to choose that.

Kate: From my touch?

Elbert: Your hand that touched me was so warm.

Elbert: Your warmth which I love.

Elbert: The moments that you hold me and love me…. I can’t let go of them.

When I saw him smile, I felt even warmer.

Elbert: I feel like it’s a shame I missed the chance to be with you forever….

Elbert: I haven’t given up on that sentiment though… I’ll keep searching for a way.

Elbert: I will forever seek out everything that concerns you.

Kate: Elbert…

(Looking for a way to stay with me forever is the same as continuing to seek my existence.)

I will gladly answer his greedy calling with all my being.

Elbert: … Kate.

Elbert: I want to feel more of your warmth.

Sea-blue eyes laced with heat start to approach me-

Kate: Nn-…

His moist lips meet mine, and he slips his tongue inside.

The silence in the room was painted over by the sound of water as we sought each other's bodies.

With a thud my back slammed against the wall, I felt his palm trace upwards on my thigh, sliding under my dress hem.

Kate: Unn… El… Elbert..

Elbert: Your facial expressions, your voice…. give me everything.

Kate: Aah-

One of my legs was suddenly lifted—

A hot and throbbing, swollen feeling was pressed against my sensitive spot, moistened with anticipation.

(I can feel him… his heat.. his essence.)

Elbert: At this moment….. I want to steal your beautiful self, I want to take you away…

I give in to the pulsating heat and his dripping breath-

-and lost myself in a beautiful dream.

—

I tried to support my back, which was feeling weak.

As I was leaning against Elbert for support, trying to catch my breath:

Sexy woman ghost: …ah hehehehe… you showed me something nice indeed.

Kate: UH!???

The ghost of the woman from earlier was peaking through the wall, only half of her body was visible.

(They…. They saw??!!?!)

Elbert: ….. you’re still here.

Ghost of young man: Oh we just wanted to make sure you guys were satisfied.

The ghost pops out of the wall.

(Even.. a man… saw..)

I feel so embarrassed I simply want to disappear.

Sexy woman ghost: ……ahhh I’m jealous of you. Heyyy, I want to feel you toooo.

She says this as she turns to the male ghost.

Sexy woman ghost: I want to make passionate love to you just like these young kids.

Ghost of young man: If that is your wish…. Shall we go to the next life?

Sexy woman ghost: To meet you again…. I’ll definitely find you. That’s my promise.

Ghost of young man: Ah, of course.. I will find you. That is my promise as well.

The two forms become one, and they shine brighter in that moment.

Then, they were gone.

Suddenly the air in the room becomes lighter.

Kate: ….. this means they.. passed on?

Elbert: Mm, most likely…

(The words of that woman had deeply swayed me. It seems certain that they truly desire each other.)

Kate: Those two… I hope they can find and love each other in the next life.

Elbert: …. Ah. I hope so.

As he said that, a kiss fell on my neck. The heat within me stirred.

Kate: Nn! Lord Elbert!….. we’re still on a mission…

(Because just a while ago… I was so caught up by him..)

Elbert: …even on missions, I need to take breaks.

I tried to gently push him off, but it led nowhere. He kissed me on the nape of my neck, then on my cheeks.

An achingly sweet feeling arises.

Elbert: You look beautiful even when you’re troubled like this. I can’t get enough of you.

Elbert: I want you as you are now.

Kate: Nn..

My lips were bitten, stolen without asking.

(I feel the same as you.)

Eventually we may end up like those ghosts, in a world I don’t know, two spirits as one.

(So while I’m still alive… while I’m in this body… I want to feel his skin, his warmth, to the fullest.)

Intertwining, mind and soul, savoring each other’s existence.

We’ll enjoy this lifetime, together.

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Well well well…. The apple doesn’t float far from the skyscraper…📡🍎💿🗽🐎🦐🦐

Ok so vampire 1999 Kirk…. You know how you can’t see vampires in mirrors. He likes to fuck you in front of a mirror and watch you come apart over seemingly nothing.. PLEASE ELENA PLEASE I NEED THIS

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I fell back onto the bed, my heart racing with each slight graze of fangs along my neck as Kirk licked it, he pulled back into those piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through me. "You're mine," he growled low and menacingly.

I nodded, shivering at the dominance in his tone. He had been my boyfriend for months now, but it was only lately that I had discovered his secret.

As we started undressing one another, I couldn't avert my gaze from the full length mirror across the room. Usually, it would be flattering to see myself staring back, but today it did nothing except outline the eerie emptiness beside me.

Kirk loomed over me, his soft features set aflame by moonlight streaming through the window.

He positioned himself between my legs. A run of excitement mixed with trepidation ran down my spine. His hands gripped my thighs and pulled them wide apart as he leaned in close. The coolness of his breath against my heated skin sent a chill running down my spine.

"Look in the mirror," he commanded in that husky tone of his. I did, watching his body above mine move, though there was no reflection of him in the mirror. I was being ravaged by a ghost, abruptly, I felt exposed and helpless.

Finally his fingers found my slippery folds, teasing and probing until he pressed two inside me. I gasped, my back arching as he started to thrust, the total lack of resistance making each stroke feel impossibly deep.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, hips snapping faster as he drove into me remorselessly.

"Look at yourself," Kirk purred, his lips stroking my ear. "See the desperation in the way you're writhing around under open air?"

I whimpered, unable to tear my gaze away from the mirror. My face was flushed, my hair in disarray and my breasts rose and fell with every labored breath. Yet there was no sign of Kirk, nothing beyond the ghostly outline of my own pleasure racked form.

He suddenly withdrew his fingers, leaving me aching and hollow. I didn't get a word of protest before he grasped my hips and plunged into me full force in one swift motion.

"Aah!" I moaned as his deliciously stretching me sent shockwaves of ecstasy through my body, so sharp because of the cool hardness against my scorching hot flesh.

Kirk set an unforgiving pace, pummeling into me with no let up. Every hard thrust hit my sweet spot, sending arcs of electric pleasure zapping through me. I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it pistoned in and out of me, claiming me utterly.

"You're mine," he snarled, his teeth grazing my shoulder. "No one else gets to see you like this, so fucking beautiful and desperate for it." I moaned, lost in the sensation of being taken by something both human and monstrous. My mind spun itself around the taboo of what we were doing even as my body went lax with the raw base urge driving us.

The mirror showed only my face contorted in rapture, my eyes rolling back as I teetered on the brink of climax. "Look at yourself," Kirk growled, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust. "So desperate and needy, getting fucked by thin air."

I whimpered, my body shuddering while my reflection stared back at me. My skin glistened with sweat; my nipples were straining against the fabric of my shirt. And yet, there was no sign of Kirk, just the ghostly motions of my own body as he took me.

He kept up the merciless onslaught, his hips slapping against mine, driving me closer to the edge. "You love this, don't you?

I could only nod, too far gone to form words. My walls clenched around him, drawing him deeper as I teetered on the brink of orgasm.

"That's it, cum for me,"

"Ah..aahhhh!" I let out a loud, keening cry as my climax crashed over me like a tidal wave. My body convulsed, my inner walls clamping down on Kirk's throbbing length as I gushed around him.

Clear liquid shot from my center, soaking his belly and the sheets beneath. Droplets flew onto the mirror, blurring my image for a moment before rivulets ran down the glass.

"Oh god, oh fuck!" I wept, my vision going gray as I bucked through the hard convulsions of pleasure. Kirk's fist on my hip clamped down, pressing me in place as he kept pistoning into my spasming heat.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," he grunted, his rhythm growing erratic.

I collapsed back against the bed, my chest heaving as aftershocks rippled through my body. Kirk stayed buried inside me, his softening member twitching occasionally as he caught his breath.

He slowly pulled out, and I couldn't help but wince at the sudden emptiness. I glanced down to see the evidence of our lovemaking smeared across my thighs and pooling beneath me.

Kirk's eyes followed mine, and a wicked grin spread over his face. "Look at the mess you made. Such a naughty girl, squirting all over the place."

[soapyghostie]

I have a request that is sorta specific and I hope that's okay! As someone who is heavily from Michigan decent and somewhat gained the "accent" I would like to request maybe the ways Ash and the reader say things? And them gently teasing eachother for it? I know it's really specific so if you can't I understand!

Funny thing is that I had to look up everything that I wrote. I’m from the south and have no experience with Midwestern accents. 😂 I say a lot of ‘y’all’ and ‘ain’t’ which I’ve found is very different from Midwestern accents, obviously. 😂 This was fun and I hope I did it the way you wanted it. Hope you enjoy!

Ash Williams

Let’s just say you are not from the Midwest and you’ve never been there in your whole life so you have no experience with the midwestern accent. When you meet Ash for the first time, you think his accent is kinda funky and he thinks the same about your accent as well. Even before you guys started dating, Ash still made fun of you for how you spoke, however, you gave him the same treatment back. I guess this relationship isn’t one way with the teasing, but that’s one of the reasons he started dating you. Consider yourself lucky.

The Mitten: Michiganders refer to the state of Michigan as The Mitten because, on a map, Michigan is shaped as a mitten. I would think, since he is a local of Michigan, that Ash would refer to the state as The Mitten as well. Obviously, you aren’t from the area so you might think that’s silly. You’ll correct him every time he calls Michigan ‘The Mitten,’ saying that Michigan is just Michigan and that he’s a dingus. However, knowing Ash, he always has a comeback of some sorts or a joke, making fun of you and where you’re from. 

One thing you will always hear Ash say a lot is “I’m going to tuh party store.” I don’t think you’ll be surprised if I told you that the party store is where you buy alcohol. As you know, Ash loves himself a beer. You are always teasing him about how he should just say that he is going to the store to buy beer like every normal human-being would say. Well, up in Michigan they say it differently miss ma’am so deal with it. 

Ash calls you outsider a lot because, you know, you’re not from anywhere in the Midwest. He never uses your name to address you: you always hear him say outsider as a replacement. It’s all fun in games, don’t worry. Well, at least you know when he’s addressing you. 

It’s pop, not soda. ‘Nuff said. If you say soda, you are in for a real teasing. You just don’t say soda in Michigan, you just don’t. Well, everyone definitely knows you're not from the Midwest and you have Ash over here howling, giggling, and joking like a little kid because you called the fizzy, sugary drink soda. 

Now for Ash’s actual accent. The letter ‘A’. When Ash says any word that has an ‘A’ in it, it sounds like a kind of light ‘ee-yeah’ sound. For example, crayons, if ever said it, would sound more like crans. 

Then there is the long ‘e’ sound that, like ‘I’ in the word mirror, is a bit longer and nasally. Also, Ash doesn’t waste time with the ‘or’ in ‘mirror,’ so it’s just ‘meer’ 

Also, leave it to Ash to also screw up the pronunciation of a consonant. For instance, if there is the letter ‘t’ in the middle of a word, it has a ‘d’ sound. It’s so embedded in his speech that he can’t say a word like ‘city’ without sounding like he’s trying hard for that ‘t’ sound. 

Ash draws out ‘ah’ in his words a lot. In Michigan, you don’t have a mom. You have a ‘maahm.’ After school, you go to ‘haahcky’ practice. Chicago isn’t ‘Chi-caw-go,’ it’s ‘Chic-aah-go.’ Yeah… it’s definitely different… not gonna lie about that.

You can only hear Ash’s accent with certain words. He’ll be talking and mid sentence one of the words is said with a strange accent. You just burst out laughing for some reason because I guess you think it’s funny. Ash sees you think it’s funny so he’ll purposely start talking in a midwestern accent to make you laugh even more. Just to play along, he’ll say “Well, how else am I supposed to say it?” Well, since he is doing the accent on purpose, it comes out as “Well, how my spose’ta’ sayit’?”

[xamaxenta]

Please please please tell me you have more crown prince Ace and dragon nerd, whisperer, encyclopaedia Sabo. It's so beautiful and amazing and everything I didn't know I needed. Please.

Yea I do 👌🏽

So Luffy does want the red dragon but Sabo strikes them a deal, red is a temperamental beast and will need to be monitored, Luffy also needs to form a bond with him before there can be any form of purchase made, no bond no sale thats how their business works

Dragons are prideful, stubborn and intelligent creatures and where they do not want to go, no one could possibly force them (except maybe Sabo but he’s a very specific case)

So Koala sets up what they call the training period, hopeful Dragon owners will come to visit their chosen Dragon in order to form an initial bond, if all goes well then it might even transform into a riders bond, its specific magic only Dragons wield

Luffy curious asks what a rider’s bond looks like and Sabo doesn’t hesitate to shrug off his jacket and unbutton his shirt to show the silvery blue sheen scaled pattern seemingly tattooed over his chest and down his ribs

Ace looks away if only for privacy, Sabo naturally doesnt mind if he does look, maybe he’s a little put out he couldn’t draw the eye of the handsome older prince

Koala smacks him on the arm and scolds him for not giving them any further warnings before stripping off the absolute heathen, Luffy oohs and aahs over the mark like “why over your chest tho?”

“Helps me feel closer to them. It can be anywhere honestly, most riders like to contain it to their arms, for easy identification, each mark is unique to the rider.”

“So it could be on your butt then.” Luffy says bluntly and Ace startles, hisses at his little brother to remember his manners when Sabo laughs, bright and airy, the noise carries in the small office and Ace can’t help but feel a little jealous at how free he sounds.

“Yes, there probably is some poor sucker out there with a rider bond mark on their butt.”

“Where’s yours?” Luffy turns to Koala who turns on her seat to the side and lifts her hair out of the way to show off a gleaming turquoise scale pattern running down the side of her neck and the back of her spine.

“How does the bonding work?” Ace still doesnt fancy Luffy being around such a volatile animal at such a formative age, in his opinion he’s too young but according to Koala and Sabo, red is roughly the same age as Luffy in human years which would help greatly in understanding one another.

“Mostly like any other animal, we supervise Luffy and red together, have Luffy shadow Sabo during dragon training, let them exist together and get used to each others presence. that sort of thing,” Koala says reassuringly

“But with extra steps.” Sabo adds on in a not so reassuring way, he still hasn’t closed his shirt, dusty white fabric frames his athletic shape prettily and Ace swallows and maintains his gaze above clavicle level.

“Define the extra steps,” Ace crosses his arms and tries to keep his voice level and not accidentally pitch it down in that apparently threatening manner he was often to do when it came to protecting Luffy.

“Dragons are crazy smart, they can see and understand a lot of things humans can’t, they’re not like other herd animals that can be broken in, you have to earn their respect.” Sabo explains glancing down at Luffy to make sure the little prince was payin attention.

To his pleasure, Luffy listens raptly, head cocked to the side with his nose crinkled up in concentration. Its clear he has his heart set on red and Sabo would do anything in his power to have them secure a bond. And only because he knows his dragons deserve good riders, he doesnt have any other ulterior royal motives standing in the room to persuade him.

“So they’re just like people and should be treated in the same way.” Ace surmises, thoughtfully, which if this was the case wouldn’t be hard at all for Luffy who had charisma in droves and already had the entire palace eating out of the palm of his hand.

“Yeah!” Sabo exclaims enthusiastically, leans over the desk separating them within the office, sharp teeth bared in a wild smile, “you got it your highness, not many catch on as quick.”

He looks like he wants to say so much more but Koala straightens up from her perch on the edge of the desk.

“Sabo,” Koala’s voice takes on a more stern tone, “now is not the time.”

“The time for what?” Luffy asks innocently and Ace watches curiously at the look Koala throws at Sabo briefly, equal parts exasperated, annoyed but mostly afraid.

He says nothing.

“Nothing, motormouth, I’ll end up sending you to sleep with all the dragon facts, little prince.” Sabo replies easily, but his mismatched eyes still hold a chilling fire within them that was most definitely ignited at Ace’s comments.

“But i wanna know” Luffy whines, endearingly but Ace shushes him nonetheless, they were guests.

“All in due time little prince.” Sabo says cheerfully, he finally starts buttoning up his shirt again, much to Ace’s relief, the dragon rider mark had been… distracting to say the least.

“I think North should be rested enough to take you out on a test flight.”

As if on cue, the sapphire scaled dragon rears his head up and pokes his muzzle in through the open office window, huffing smoke through flared nostrils.

The noise of delight Luffy makes may only be a sound canines would be able to hear

[thedancingcockroach134]

Human Tito x Human Ozzie pt. 12 (2/2) (Jerry and Arthur)

(OMG YES! I'm so sorry, guys! I've just been dealing with a lot. Thank you for waiting patiently! Yes, NOT FOR KIDS!)

"I think of you as a porn star to be honest..." Jerry and Sara were just talking, and messing with each other. "A porn star? Well, I think of you as a...uhm...." Sara had said to Jerry, very confused, and mixed up. "See?! I win! Bitch, I won!" Sara pushed Jerry, "Yous a hoe!" They both started laughing as they insulted each other a little, "So," asked Sara, "how have you and Arthur been doing together?" Jerry sighed and smiled, "Very well, I love him so much. Sometimes, he can get me turned on a little~" Sara then started laughing, "Ain't no way! Does he get hard sometimes?" Jerry then responded, "Sometimes? Is that even a question, or a fact?" Sara then gasped and turned red, "W-What?!" Jerry chuckled a little, "Of course, he gets hard! I mean, I would love to feel his hard dick inside me~" Sara laughed, "Woah, that's....Wow!" Arthur came to Jerry, "Hey, honey!" They both kissed, "I've been thinking....How about later on, we can sneak inside that room over there and...make out?" Jerry turned red, "Y-Y-Yes! Of course! Yes!" As they were talking, Ozzie ran up to them, "H-Hi, guys! Look, it's Ozzie drawing!" She showed them the drawing of a flower with a smile, "See? T-Tito help Ozzie make flower! M-Me wanted it blue, he w-w-wanted it to have purple, so we did it t-together!" Arthur smiled, "Uhm..." Sara interrupted, "W-Wow...Ozzie...Such a nice flower! Uhm, you're a...good artist!" Ozzie laughed and giggled, "R-Really?" They all nodded. As Ozzie ran off, all 3 of them looked at each other, "So...Have y'all realized that Ozzie has been really good and improved about her speech and stuttering? She used to just always wait and process, now she just says it!" Sara had exaggerated." They all nodded and agreed, "I've actually been noticing that. I'm proud of her!" Jerry had said. A few hours later, Jerry and Arthur had snuck into the room, and locked the door. "Alright, this is...interesting...." Jerry had said as he slowly walked towards the middle of the room, "Reminds me of...I actually don't know, my dumbass can't progress shit!" Arthur then walked up to Jerry, "Well, can it progress how hard I'm getting right now?~" Jerry turned around and turned red, "H-How...hard?" Arthur bit his lip, "Very hard~ I wanna be in you so badly!~" Jerry then looked down at Arthur's pants, "Why not be in me right now?~" Arthur then pinned Jerry to the wall, "I'm going to fuck that tight ass!~" Jerry smirked, "Do it...Daddy~" Arthur started kissing Jerry's neck passionately. It felt amazing and made him grew even more lustful, a craving for pleasure. "A-Aah!~!!" Jerry started to moan as Arthur started kissing him on the neck. Arthur slowly took off his pants, "This shit bouta be the best day yet!~" Jerry blinked his eyes, "Y-Yeah... ~" Jerry slowly took off his pants too, "I-It's not my first time having this type of sex. I've had gay sex before being the top and bottom~" Arthur started to get even more lustful, "Well, this time, you're the bottom again~" Jerry gasped and turned even more red, "I-I want that dick inside me very deep!~" Arthur roughly bent Jerry over, "Well, you're gonna have it then!~" Arthur slowly put his dick in, and started thrusting. Jerry gasped as it was slowly put in, and tried not to moan. "Shhh~ Just relax, Jerry~" Arthur had said as he stopped for a moment. Jerry squinted his eyes and nodded, "Y-Yes, Daddy~" Arthur continued to thrust faster, and started going harder, "H-Harder, Daddy!~" Jerry moaned louder and covered his mouth, "Oh, really?~ Alright, but I won't go easy on you~" Jerry gasped as Arthur started going harder, "F-Fuck!~ Shit!~ Holy- Ooh, fuck yeah, Arthur!~!!" Arthur smirked in a lustful way and feeling, "Y-You're gonna make me wanna cum inside your tight ass a lot!~" Jerry bit his bottom lip as he tried not to moan, but failed. "A-Aah!~!!" As Jerry moaned, it was the last straw. "I-I'm about to fucking cum! I-I can't hold it....~" Arthur cummed inside Jerry, a lot. Jerry felt it and started breathing fast. His heart was pounding a lot, he loved it. "L-Looks like I couldn't last long....~"

Arthur started breathing really fast as he slowly took out his dick. It was sticky and wet, just like the inside of Jerry. A few hours later, the whole gang decided to secretly take a walk outside. As they were walking in the grass, Sara went next to Jerry and Arthur, "So, how's y'all relationship been?" Jerry and Arthur look at each other and smiled. Jerry then responded to Sara, "Amazing...."

(HAJAHAHAHWAWAWAWAWAWA! Pt. 13 coming soon 🤫🧏🏻‍♂️)

Sneak peak of pt. 13: Tito and Ozzie find out about the past of the asylum. On the other hand, Sara plans with Jerry to find a way to go on a date.

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

Can I get some adorable and cute headcanon scenarios for how Sam and Bumblebee would interact with each other if they had their own kids with their s/o's after the war? Since they are close friends, would they meet up and have like little play dates with their kids all together and introduce themselves?

Aah I love this!!!

-Yes, they absolutely meet up. It's a regular event. They try to do it once every two weeks. Usually its Sam and his family driving out to an open area where Bee and his family have set up.

-Sam's kids are a little older than Bee's because he had his before Bee did. But the kids still get along really well and still play together.

-Since Sam had his kids first, Bee will often ask Sam for parenting advice. Just stuff like "How do I react when my kid says they hate me?" "What do I do when they start dating?"

-Bee and Sam share stories about there children. How proud they both are, what sort of achievements their kids have. How cute their kids all are, and what they hope their futures will be like.

-The kids generally play normal human games, tag, hide and seek, some board games, twister. Bee's kids try to show Sam's Cybertronian games, but they are harder to play when you are a human.

-Bee told his kids they have to be very gentle when playing with humans because they are more fragile than bots.

-There have been a few accidents where Bee's kids go a little too hard and one of Sam's kids get hurt. But it has never been anything serious, and it's always forgiven.

-As kids do they like to paint and draw on things. There was a time where Sam's kids drew/painted all over Bee's kids, changing their color to rainbows or drawing unicorns on their arms. Bee's kids coming running over to show off their awesome new paint job. Sam is about to tell his kids off, and apologize to Bee. But Bee just finds it hilarious. He says his kids look so good. Luckily it is easy enough to clean them off.

-While the kids play the adults talk. Bee and Sam compare stories about how their lives have changed, and how they love being with their families.

-Sometimes the S/O's will take all the children and allow Sam and Bee some bro time together. They'll usually go for a drive and just talk.

-The S/O's get along really well, and sometimes they meet up together without their families to hang out.

-Other group activities include everyone going to drive in movie theaters, having water fights, or going to races.

-As a family vacation the two families get together and go on road trips. Bee and his S/O will drive. Sam and his family and Bee's kids will usually be inside their alt modes. They will stop at sights along the way, but will wait until it is dark so that Bee and his family can transform and enjoy the sights as well. When Bee's kids get older and are able to transform they can then drive themselves.

-Bee and his family will absolutely go to any event Sam's family has. If Sam's kids go to college, Bee and his family will be there to drive them. If Sam's kids get married, Bee offers to be the chauffer. He just wants to be involved and be around his friend and his family.

[tracidant]

I'm a bit behind, story of my life, but here's my Day1 of MerMay story for the prompt "Self-portrait."

📢 Warning - there is mention of animal death, but not any of Damian's. Just a mention, nothing graphic.

Note - Damian's dog Titus was named after Titus Andronicus, a Roman war general featured in the play of the same name by William Shakespeare. He first appeared in Batman and Robin #2.

🧜‍♂️ MerMay Day 1 - Self - Portrait

Damian was sitting on the edge of the duck pond, shirt off, green and gold tail swishing idly, only the tip actually in the water. It was a gorgeous day to be outside, and he had brought his sketchpad. He was trying to draw all of the bird species he'd found on the estate and was hoping to catch a glimpse of the pair of House Finches he'd recently seen.

He was sitting quietly listening to the sounds, how he usually found his avian subjects, when he looked down. His reflection was disturbed by the gentle breeze across the water. It was how he felt about life right now. Both halves distorted.

Before he even realized it, his subject went from birds to himself. He'd drawn self-portraits before, but they were always the kind that could be hung and displayed in the Manor - him in a suit looking dour, and completely human. Father's friends would "ooh" and "aah" and comment on his talent, but all he'd done was a copy the image that he saw in the mirror. It wasn't art.

But this? This was something totally different.

When finished, it was hard to look at. The image was jarring to the eyes, but it was also jarring to the soul. Anyone who had ever felt torn between two worlds could see and feel it.

He wasn't sure about turning it in. His art teacher had always told him he needed to put more of himself in his work, and that's what he'd done here - bared his true self for all to see. But had he gone too far?

Not only did his teacher praise his work, and his openness, she insisted that he enter it into the county art competition. He'd entered pieces before, a watercolor of Alfred the Cat and a gorgeous charcoal of Wayne Manor, but he'd never gotten higher than third. "High degree of skill, no passion" he was told.

Well this was really putting himself out there. It wasn't a secret that he was half-Mer, but he'd kept that part as hidden as he could since he'd been in Gotham. This would certainly remind everyone.

So he entered his self portrait, more for himself than for any possibility of a prize. On the day of the exhibition, he listened from behind a curtain as people commented on it.

"...so daring..."

"...shows a fragility, but the openness gives it such strength..."

"...my kids are half-Mer too. I can't wait for them to see this..."

He easily won first place.

But for the first time, that didn't matter. Something about seeing himself so truly himself out in the open, awakened something in him.

"It's peace," Jon told him.

"Sorry, Kent, but this is the exact opposite of that. I feel alive. Vibrant even."

"Because you're at peace with yourself. Half alien here, so believe me when I say I understand."

Damian thought about it for a bit. "I think you may actually be right."

When the state competition came around, Damian changed the title of his work from the dry "Self Portrait" to "Peace." He came in second, but wasn't upset. He'd gotten so much more than just a ribbon after all.

He'd found himself.

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Epilog

The winner of the state art competition for his age group was a girl from Leonardo. She had done a breath-taking and heart-breaking watercolor of her and her dog Nick as he was being put to sleep. You could see the love they had for each other, and no one who saw it came away with dry eyes. Damian went to congratulate her and, of course, ask about her dog.

"He looks majestic, even in death. You must have loved him very much. Well-deserved win. I'm Damian."

She laughed. "I know who you are. Pretty sure everyone in New Jersey does. Your piece was pretty amazing too. I'm Nika."

"Is that where your dog's name came from? Nick and Nika?"

She laughed again, and Damian realized he really liked that sound for some reason. "Jeez you're gonna think I'm such a weirdo."

"I'm a half-Mer billionaire who was raised in the Himalayas and owns a cow. Weird is normal for me."

"His full name is Andronicus. It's crazy, I know. It's from a Shakespeare play called Titus Andronicus."

Now it was Damian's turn to laugh. He pulled out his phone. "Let me show you my dog. You'll never guess what his name is."

[paleparearchive]

The Smile of Evil

Mucha's 2nd initial 3★ story (2/2) ( 1 - 2 )

Location: kitchen (morning) | Characters: Mucha, Rubens, Hiroshige

Rubens: … Aah, that boy's going to cry again. You're doing it on purpose, aren't you? That's how you win people's hearts right away.

Mucha: (I knew he could see through it. I guess that is what Rubens-san is all about.)

Rubens: That boy is like that, isn't he? I can't believe he was totally unaware of your intentions.

Mucha: Oh, what are you talking about? I was just trying to be wise and help Hiroshige.

If you are concerned about it, why do you not ask him to discuss it with you next time, Rubens-san?

Rubens: Ara, that's a good one♪ But he seems to believe in everything, so it's hard to find the right balance.

On that note, Kuroda-chan is amazing. It's like he's hitting the edge of the line. You need to have a good grasp of Hiroshige-chan to pull off a trick like that.

Mucha: Yes, Hiroshige has a hard time with Kuroda-san, but I think it is the opposite for Kuroda-san.

While acknowledging the good points of Hiroshige's work, he is also trying to develop them. And that is where his sharp tongue comes in, but not a millimeter seems to be getting through Hiroshige…

Rubens: It's like a one-sided love♪ I wonder if the day will ever come when Hiroshige will notice?

Mucha: Well, what do you think? Why do you not tell him, Rubens-san?

Rubens: I don't want to. I can at least give him some advice, but I've basically decided to keep an eye on the two of them.

Mucha: Fufu, I see. I apologize for that.

Rubens: By the way, I wonder if Hiroshige-chan is painting in front of Kuroda-chan right now?

Mucha: Yes. Perhaps it is time to…

Hiroshige: Mucha-dono.

Rubens: Ara ara, Hiroshige-chan, what's wrong with you looking so down? You were so excited to paint in front of Kuroda-chan.

Hiroshige: T-That's right, but… Kuroda-dono isn't a simple man after all…

Mucha: May I ask you what happened?

Hiroshige: Yes… As suggested by Mucha-dono, I prepared various things in advance… When I proudly showed my drawing in front of Kuroda-dono, he told me it was normal to be able to do that! On top of that, I was told no about the use of colors.

Well, I'm sure it got better after I fixed it like Kuroda-dono said… And yet, he still calls me a monkey, saying that I should evolve from a monkey as soon as possible! I'm a human being!

Sob… I have no idea how to impress Kuroda-dono…

Mucha: So that is what happened. I am sorry, I did not do enough…

You did nothing wrong, Hiroshige. You did your best. You should be proud of yourself for taking on a strong opponent.

Hiroshige: Mucha-dono…

Mucha: Do not let this discourage you, think again. If you are in trouble, I am always available for consultation.

Hiroshige: Mucha-dono…! I can't believe that you would offer a helping hand to such a failure like me…

Mucha: You are a dear friend of mine, Hiroshige. I will lend you my wisdom as much as you want to.

Rubens: Hey, Hiroshige-chan. Can I join in this time?

Hiroshige: Of course. It is better to have as many allies as possible. Please do.

Mucha: (I am an ally? Fufu, Hiroshige is really an honest person. That is where I feel at ease as a friend.)

Hiroshige: So let's get started with the strategy meeting. Everyone, let’s do our best together.

[wifiwuxians]

hi! feedback anon here. no worries!💖 you were the opposite of harsh!! sorry if you had to do extra work to formulate that "pls no!!" in the least harsh way possible🙈❤️‍🩹

no spoons right now so my language abilities aren't the best,but basically: if it was rude to ask,sorry🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ and in any case,on your side,there is no need for any sorrys at all🌟

(thank you! 😳 the feedback I need is from people living in the same city as me unfortunately🥲)

I like the facial expressions and the body language of the characters the most,so any content where that shines is my favorite. also: SONG LAN. I got into mdzs too late and he was never in Season anyway🥲🤕 So now,even if just it's a random line of text appreciating Song Lan,it means a lot to me. Receiving any sort of fanart is a luxury🎂🍷There is no one else who draws Song Lan as human,expressive,and fluffy☃️

oh no not at all don't worry, i am glad i didn't come off as harsh as i've been going through a lot and didn't want to suddenly seem rude when people are trying to help me on top of everything else lol 😭😭😭 really thank you again for the offer, i promise it wasn't rude, i am just in my small crying brain era and could not guarantee i'd take it well at present 💔 (which is 100% a reflection on me but hey, i'm trying out here, i am determined to claw my way out of this funk)

(ahh that sucks. i wish i could be of some help in this department as well fjfkdjfkd)

aah i really really need to get back into expression sheets and the like, i love drawing expressions and i truly need to break away from this steady "prettifying" of everyone i draw, so thank you for letting me know this! it's certainly a much needed push and also very kind to hear 💕 and the life of a Song Lan fan is a hard one for sure, though the comfort lies in knowing those who do love him love him very fiercely, more than any other character i've seen i'd say! it will always be a shame to me that he's slept on so much... but i'd prefer him being slept on to people being really rude 😔 but you'll be getting a lot of appreciation from me for sure 💕 and aaAAHH,,, thank you SO much if i had the means i'd draw you a little Song Lan right now but instead i will just cry about this a lot.. thank you from the bottom of my heart, i mean it. i cherish this message. and again thank you, and extra thank you for sending a follow-up to make sure everything was okay. i promise it is! you're very sweet, i'm just sorry for my ongoing mental state haha

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#43 Sorcerer+Norse Brothers

Thor: What’s this, what are you doing?*Seeing a ring of fire at Loki feet appear* Loki looks down to see that the sidewalk has started to glow beneath! A circle of ancient symbols Loki*Looking actually confused*This… isn’t me-AAH!?

Loki drops out of sight, vanishing through solid concrete, Thor sees a card on the sidewalk where Loki was

Thor: Loki?

Thor pokes the business card, He picks up the card. It reads: Humanity-Room 177A B, Thor approaches 177A B, He knocks once, twice, and then WHOOSH! Thor is suddenly inside the room S.SY/n*Floating and descending down the stairs of their 'room' with an echo*Thor Odinson...*Reveals themselves to him*God of Thunder

Thor: So Earth has wizards now?*Looking down at you* S.SY/n: The preferred term is “Master of the Mystic Arts” Thor: Alright wizard, who are you? Why should I care?

After the two get to talk...and Thor is surprised by their charm(plus an endless supply of stein of beer that is always full in his hand)

Thor: I suppose I’ll need my brother back S.SY/n: Yeah, right. Suddenly thor hears screaming From above, Loki drops out of a portal, LANDS HARD on the floor, and then staggers to his feet for once on edge, confused

Loki:…I have been falling…for thirty minutes!?! S.SY/n*Looks at thor with a smile*You can handle him from here Thor: Yes of course*He brings his hand to yours for a respectful shake*Thank you very much for your help S.SY/n: Good luck~ Loki: Handle me? Who are you? Thor: Loki-*Watches Loki draws a dagger, ready to attack you* Loki:..you think you’re some kind of sorcerer? Don’t think for one minute, you are second-rate!-*Runs up to them* S.SY/n: Bye-bye~*With both hands and moves the magic portal over them, Just like that, Thor and Loki are gone...not before giving a wink to the red-haired god*

Thor*Suprised at their gesture as the portal closes and he and his brother are back in the Norse God section*...Oh?

...My guess to get the god of thunder on your back is to get Lu Bu to live...or revive him... hell if you the sorcerer supreme with the time stone wouldn't YOU use it to bring lu bu and Dadam back to life?...course if they come back others will want a certain...blonde fish man too

[yyh4ever]

The Theft of the Spirit World Heavenly Crown II

"A Mirage Smolders in Demon Neon Smoke" - Part 2

Here follows the second part of this "Yu Yu Hakusho 100% Maji Battle" event, don't forget to read Part I. I want to thank @vermilionyouko again for sharing it.

Summary: In the last episode, Yusuke and Kurama have infiltrated a nightclub, disguised as VIP members, in order to investigate the theft of the "tenkan", the heavenly crown. It is said that "He who wears the crown on a night of full moon can rule the Spirit World ". This great treasure is being traded in the Human World by a youkai who is working under the guise of Youko Kurama. To obtain the crown, the members find themselves immersed in a game of life and death. Moreover, the person who shows up to explain the rules of this game is…Karasu!? Let’s find out how this story ends.

 [At the Sheng Meng Nightclub]

Yusuke: What a fucking mess this turned out to be.

Kurama: Ah...we need to figure out a way to get the tenkan, and get out of here in one piece.

Karasu (?): Then, let me explain the game.

Karasu (?): Here, there are cards numbered from 1 to 9.

Karasu (?): The matches are going to be played in pairs. Take one card face down...

Karasu (?): Have your opponent answer whether your number is greater or less than theirs.

Youko Kurama (?): How's it going? Easy, isn't it?

Yusuke: Reading each other's hands?

Yusuke:  Fine by me…

Yusuke: Let’s win this thing, and dealt a blow to their plans.

Yusuke: Alright, I drew a card. Come on, old man, answer me.

Member: Uh, yeah...that's right…

Member: (He looks so confident...This card is a "6"…)

Member: Okay, the number on my card is less than yours!

Yusuke: Too bad, look!

Member: Oh no, that's "1"...!?

Kurama: You drew it, right?

Member: Uh, right...

Member: (Ya, Yay! It's a "9"! But, let's keep a straight face here...)

Kurama: My card's number is less than yours.

Member: Aah, damn it!

Kurama: Every member is losing their cool with their lives at stake.

Yusuke: Yeah, it's written all over their faces.

Yusuke: Thanks to that, we've been able to win, but now what?

Yusuke: This membership card, this charm, doesn't sound like a bluff, right?

Kurama: Yeah, truth is we can't escape.

Kurama: This very room, it's a barrier created by a powerful illusion.

Yusuke: Illusion...?

Yusuke: What…! A space made of illusions? Hey, that's...

Kurama: Yeah, and one more thing…

This demon energy belongs to...

Youko Kurama (?): Hu hu…Did you notice?

Youko Kurama (?): I'm your last opponent.

Kurama: ...You are

Kurama: Shinki

T/N: Shinki (蜃鬼) means “mirage demon”.

  [Kurama VS Shinki]

Shinki: Yeah, that's right, Kurama.

Shinki: I am shinki.

Shinki: I was robbed of the treasures I collected by you, Youko.

Shinki: All these years, I've never forgotten it!

Kurama: ...It seems you got what you deserved.

Kurama: You've called yourself a bandit, but found pleasure in deceiving your partners…

Kurama: Drowning in your own power and twisted pleasures.

Shinki: Yeah, maybe so…That's why I hid myself, and became cautious ever since.

Shinki: And I've been seeking for an opportunity to take revenge on you the whole time.

Shinki: When I heard that a hunter had killed you, I was grinding my teeth out of anger, because I was supposed to kill you.

Shinki: But, you survived in that form. Thus, I've got a chance again!

Shinki: Mwahaha… I knew that if I used the only remaining tenkan as a bargaining chip, under the guise of Youko…

Shinki: I would be able to lure you out.

Kurama: ......

Shinki: Now, I'll draw a card from you.

Shinki: How do you feel? Face to face with your own Youko self.

Shinki: My illusion became stronger when I joined forces with him…

Shinki: But of course, I can't tamper with the cards.

Shinki: Now, my card, which one could it be…?

Kurama: .....

Shinki: What's wrong? Is it so hard to read your own face?

Kurama: (My card is "7"…)

Kurama: (In terms of simple probability, shinki's number should be less than mine.)

Kurama: (But...)

Kurama: (No, here...)

Kurama: The number on my card is greater than yours.

Shinki: .....

Shinki: Hu, haha…my number is "8".

Kurama: .....!

Yusuke: Kurama!

Karasu (?): Your opponent is me...Yusuke Urameshi

Yusuke: Damn...you, bastard, never learn, do ya?...

Yusuke: Genmaki

T/N: Genmaki (幻魔鬼) means “illusion demon”.

[Yusuke VS Genmaki]

Yusuke: Dude, did you forget that you lost badly at the casino?

T/N: Yusuke is talking about another Maji Battle event called "Invitation to the Makai Casino", when he and the guys also played cards against genmaki.

 - Flashback of the Casino event: Yusuke VS Genmaki's real form -

Yusuke: I told you, man: "You, bastard, are never gonna beat us".

Yusuke: I never said we'd win that game.

Yusuke: You were so focused on the bets, that you lost sight of what was really important.

Genmaki: Ah....aah.....

- End of flashback -

Genmaki: Like hell I would forget…

Genmaki: That's why…I've teamed up with shinki, who has the tenkan, to take revenge on you guys.

Genmaki: If shinki and I work together, we can create a more powerful illusion.

Yusuke: Hmm, so now you are Karasu?

Yusuke: As usual, you still can't see the essence of a good match, huh?

Genmaki: Let's try it out.

Yusuke: Yeah, all right, man. You draw the card.

Genmaki: *giggle*

Genmaki: I drew a "4".

Yusuke: !? What the hell you think you're doing?

Genmaki: This game has been about revenge from the beginning, whether you win or lose!

Genmaki: If you win, you may get the tenkan, but the hex will kill all the members here.

Genmaki: The only way to avoid that is...

The last one who wins should give up the tenkan.

Genmaki: But, if you don't get the tenkan back here and now, shinki and I will march into the Spirit World on the next full moon...

Genmaki: For a start, we'll use the tenkan in the Spirit World...

And eventually, we will rule over the Human World and the Demon World as well!

Genmaki: So, what are you going to do? Yusuke Urameshi

Yusuke: Damn...

Kurama: Yusuke...

[Yusuke’s decision...]

Yusuke: If we abandon those who are here now…

Yusuke: We can save many people from being sacrificed in the future.

Yusuke: Sorry, but that's not how I do things.

Yusuke: My card's number is greater than yours.

Yusuke: I drew a "3".

Genmaki: Hahaha…! I knew you would answer that!

Genmaki: Shame for you! You've lost the opportunity to recover the tenkan.

Yusuke: !Smoke is coming out from the hex!

Yusuke: Damn, I can't see much around!

Genmaki: Hahahaha! This time, I've won!

Shinki: Genmaki, let's get out of here. Give me the tenkan.

Genmaki: Yeah, you got it. Thanks to that treasure of yours, the revenge was successful…!

Shinki: I'm the one who...finally got my revenge.

Genmaki: Now the Spirit World is ours!

Yusuke: Damn, they got away!

Yusuke: We should get the tenkan back soon.

Kurama:  That won't be necessary.

[Kurama’s plan]

Yusuke: Huh? What are you talking about, Kurama?

Kurama: If you want the tenkan, look, here it is.

Yusuke: Whaaat? When did you steal it!?

Kurama: It's not nice to say that I stole it. This was given to me by genmaki.

Yusuke: Huh!? Ah..........ah, aaaaah ~~~~!!

Yusuke: At that time!!

 - Flashback -

Shinki: Genmaki, let's get out of here. Give me the tenkan.

 Genmaki: Yeah, you got it. Thanks to that treasure of yours, the revenge was successful…!

 - End of Flashback -

Kurama: That's right.

Kurama: At that time, genmaki handed over the tenkan to…

Kurama: the real Youko Kurama!

Kurama: Hu hu…It's a curious fate, isn't it? The treasure that I couldn't steal when I was a bandit…

Kurama: I can't believe I have it now.

Yusuke: Haha, good stuff!

Yusuke: But, they've escaped.

Kurama: I've taken care of that too.

  [The escape of Genmaki and Shinki]

Genmaki: Ha ha ha! Yusuke Urameshi, I knew he would be carried away by his emotions.

Shinki: Now, the Spirit World is ours. Come on, genmaki, give me the tenkan.

Genmaki: What are you talking about, shinki? I gave it to you.

Shinki: What? I haven't gotten it.

Genmaki: Nah…Then, where is the treasure?

Kuwabara: There they are!!

Genmaki/ Shinki: !!

Hiei: Huh...those are the guys.

Hiei: They didn't even notice the demon energy of Kurama's tracking seeds.

Genmaki: Yo, you, bastards…!

Shinki: Quick, an illusion!

Kuwabara: I won't let you do that!! Spirit Sword, Extend!!

Genmaki: Aaagh!

Shinki: Da, daaaaaaamn…

Kuwabara: He he, you can't make a move if you're tied with spirit energy!

Hiei: He's got no common sense as usual.

T/N: Hiei made the same remark about Kuwabara, when he tied Byakko's beasts together with his spirit sword.

Yusuke: Hey, Kuwabara! Hiei!

Kuwabara: Hey! Urameshi! Were you picking up a fight with this guy again?

Yusuke: I mean...It was Kurama this time.

Yusuke: What are you guys doing here?

Kuwabara: That's because, they thought they couldn't count on Urameshi alone.

Yusuke: Aahh!?

Hiei: Huh, speaking of the devil…

Botan: Yusuke!

Yusuke: Botan, and Koemma too! What the hell, you also told Kuwabara and the others?

Koenma: Is the tenkan safe?

Kurama: Here it is.

Koenma: Ooh...Thank God! I thought I'd never get it back.

 Yusuke: Is that okay, Kurama?

Yusuke: With this treasure, you would've become greater than Koemma, right? What if you just replace it…now? 

Koenma: Hey, Yusuke!

Kurama: The only reason I was able to create a chance to get the tenkan back was because Yusuke prioritized the lives of the humans who were there.

Kurama: Besides, if I were alone, I couldn't have taken the opponents' eyes off me.

Yusuke: Maybe, that's why you lost on purpose…

Kurama: *giggle*, beats me?

Yusuke: Geez! Kurama's the only one I don't wanna play “hand reading” with.

Hiei: ...I agree.

Kuwabara: Oh, what the hell? Were you guys playing card games again?

Kurama: Do you want to play with everyone now?

Kurama: If we're gonna do it, then…

Kurama (Youko): I think you will enjoy this appearance more, right?

Genmaki/Shinki: !! No, No way...

Shinki: I see...! Twice…You, bastard, deceived me twice!

Yusuke: You tried to take revenge on the wrong guy.

Kurama: Half-hearted illusions are counterproductive.

T/N: In the fight with Karasu, at the Dark Tournament, Youko says: "Half-hearted attacks are counterproductive. BANG!!"

Kurama: BANG…Just kidding!

- The End -

As usual, Kurama saves the day! He lost on purpose to the fake Youko, so all the eyes were on Yusuke. That way, he could transform back into Youko and recover the tenkan. He probably predicted Yusuke's actions as well! His good friend, Yusuke, who always acts swayed by emotions of the moment. And, he was so humble to acknowledge that he wouldn't have been able to defeat the enemy alone, without Yusuke. Moreover, let's not forget the tracking seeds! He put those seeds on genmaki and shinki, so Kuwabara and Hiei could find them before they reached the Spirit World. As Yomi once stated, Kurama is always three steps ahead everyone, cleverly anticipating what others will do or think!

Video of the event (Parts I & II):

[rocorambles]

Until Death Do Us Part

Pairing: Akaashi x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Sea Warlock!Akaashi, Mermaid Reader, Non-Con/Rape, Mind Control, Body Modification

Summary: As a little girl you’ve always dreamed of marriage, but maybe you should have been more careful of who you decided to exchange eternal vows with.

This is for @terushimooo's Aquatic August collab. Happy swimming~

You love Itachiyama, love waking up and seeing the endless sea of blue, love waving down at all the sea creatures, sirens, mermaids, and so much more who cheerfully greet you. You love Itachiyama and Itachiyama loves you, the citizens of your kingdom eagerly calling your name and shoving free samples of tasty food and merchandise in your hand as you swim by the marketplace, excited to interact with their favorite (and only) princess.

But as much as you genuinely love your realm, you’ve always been too curious for your own good, your sheltered life forcing your imagination to go wild as you listen intently to merchants and travelers from out of town who tell you about corners of the ocean and sea creatures you’ve never even heard of.

There’s a limit to how much pretty words and mental images can satisfy you and your cousins Sakusa and Komori roll their eyes and sigh when you begin to repeatedly try sneaking out from their protective watch, eager to experience what lies beyond the borders of your safe haven.

It’s a comic joint effort between the citizens, your cousins, and the royal guards as they all work to keep you as safe as they can. It becomes a game of sorts, one that they all begrudgingly begin to enjoy, and laughter fills the kingdom when citizens take turns cheering for you or your cousins as Sakusa and Komori rapidly swim after you, leaving ripples and bubbles in your wakes as your tails flick back and forth.

They’re hesitant to let you wander off on your own at first, the creatures of your realm and the palace guards begging you to at least let them accompany you when you’re insistent about exploring the surrounding areas. Sakusa scolds you, always dragging you back to the palace when you do manage to escape, although you hide your smile when you see how he wordlessly takes all your new discoveries from you and carries them back for you. Komori also nudges you back when he’s the one sent to find you, although he always lets you wander around for a while longer when he does locate you, indulging your whims before finally enticing you back home with the promise of a new seashell necklace, his treat.

But over time they begin to relax, just wishing you safe travels and exploring when they do see you ready to slip past the border, Sakusa and Komori reminding you not to stray too far and not to stay out too late when their schedules don’t permit them to leave with you.

You love meeting new people, exploring new towns, seeing the sights outside of the bubble you’ve grown up in. But novelty wears off and even the surrounding territories begin to become familiar to you, an old itch beginning to creep inside of you once again, a desire to see even more churning inside of you. And it’s that yearning inside of you that has you secretly wandering in a different direction one day, going far further than you’ve ever been before, leading you to Akaashi’s lair.

Akaashi sees you long before you even realize you’re in his territory and he’s intrigued to say the least. He can’t even count the number of greedy, selfish, desperate souls who’ve sullied his grounds, disgustingly groveling at his feet, whining for their wishes and desires to be granted. But you? You’re different. He can tell just by how unaware and genuinely curious you are as your eyes flit about the unknown area, ooh-ing and aah-ing at the site of different coral and species of fish you’ve never seen.

You’re not here for him. He’s sure you don’t even know exactly whose lands you’ve naively fluttered upon. And before he even realizes what he’s doing, his legs have transitioned into a mass of swirling tentacles, rocketing him towards your direction.

When’s the last time he’s talked to someone outside of the lowlife scum who begged and pleaded for his help? When’s the last time he was able to enjoy another’s company? The warmth of another’s body entwined with his?

There’s a painful tug at his heart when he sees how you tense at his presence, fear lacing your gaze when you connect the mass of glossy black tentacles on his lower half and his piercing blue orbs to his true identity.

It’s not hard to understand exactly who you’re face to face with, the rumors of the sea warlock’s appearance and reputation having spread far and wide. You’ve always been horrified by the stories you’ve heard. Maybe it’s because you’re far too simple-minded, far too easily satisfied as both your cousins fondly tease you about. But you can’t imagine wanting anything enough to give up your voice, your tail, your ability to love and laugh.

You know Akaashi only takes from those who seek his help, that you technically have nothing to fear. But you still cower in front of him, folding your tail in front of you and clutching it to your chest, a small silly part of you scared that he’d snatch it away from you.

The gesture makes Akaashi laugh and you stare wide-eyed at the handsome creature in front of you, your tail slowly flopping from your arms and floating freely as you let the lovely tinkle of his laugh echo around you.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on taking your tail. Unless you’ve come here for me to grant a request?”

You furiously shake your head from side to side, still a little apprehensive as he sends a small amused smile your way. But as he continues talking, you can feel the tension ease from your body, your body matching Akaashi’s pace as he gives you a tour of his neck of the woods. He’s so well-spoken, a soothing tone to his voice that easily lulls you into a sense of peace as you eagerly listen to him tell you about the local wildlife and terrain.

He tells you stories of worlds and creatures you can’t even begin to fathom. He tells you of life above the waters and in the sky. And you find yourself returning back to him over and over again, although it would be a lie to say it’s purely out of a desire to learn more.

Your curiosity is as insatiable as always, but you get distracted more often than not when Akaashi speaks. You get lost staring at that striking face and into those gorgeous eyes. Your eyes glitter in awe as he effortlessly transitions between gracefully swimming upon a mass of tentacles to fluttering two human legs in the sea, appendages you’ve never seen before.

You’re falling fast and hard for the sea warlock and you don’t think there’s any going back.

Akaashi knows there’s no going back.

He’d fallen for you the second you had opened up to him, the moment you had seen him as just another creature to befriend instead of a wish given genie whose only purpose was to dole out wishes. And he’s not ignorant to the way your eyes wander across his figure, his face, how you badly try to hide your growing attraction to him.

So it only makes sense that he doesn’t resist temptation anymore now that he knows the feelings are mutual and he hungrily lets his tentacles wind around your waist, pulling you towards him so he can embrace you in his warms, closing his eyes in bliss as your barely covered torso presses against his own bare chest. One of his hands snakes to unclasp your seashell top while his lips devour yours, sighing at how sweet you taste.

But he grimaces in displeasure when your tail begins to wildly flail from side to side, your hands annoyingly pressing against his chest. And he pulls back, brows furrowed as he tries to understand what’s wrong, only to scowl when he sees hesitation tinged with fear in your pretty eyes.

He thought you were far beyond this point. What is there to be scared of? Why are you so skittish? But he hasn’t gotten as far as he has by blowing his fuse so he forces his tentacles to relinquish you, lightly replacing them with his hands as he brings you over to his bed, letting you sit on his lap and tuck your head under his chin as he gently rubs his thumbs soothingly over your waist.

It’s a good sign that you feel comfortable enough to bury your face in his chest and he lets you sit there silently, waiting for you to speak up. And his patience is rewarded when you nervously draw aimless partners on his skin as you begin to talk.

He bites back a laugh when you ramble on about how you’ve never even had a boyfriend before, never done more than platonically hug and kiss your family and friends. This is all so new to you and isn’t it too fast, too soon? What even are the two of you? Does he even like you? Love you? You don’t want to be just a notch in his bedpost. You want to date, get married, have a family. Only married people can do the things...the things that…

You trail off in embarrassment, unsure how to even phrase things you’ve only whispered about in hushed voices with your friends, that you’ve never experienced for yourself before. But your face heats when a low chuckle reverberates in your ears, gasping when one of Akaashi’s hands digs into your skin, the other traveling sensually up your spine before roughly grabbing the back of your head and pulling you in for a kiss that’s all heady hunger that leaves you breathless.

It would be so easy to just give in, to melt and moan as his nails threaten to pierce your skin, his arms caging you against him until all you can feel, see, and smell is him. Your tongues entangle with each other and you gasp when his fingers begin to slip under a seashell, the other hand teasing the transition of skin to scale. But when he begins to tweak a nipple and palm your ass, you’re jolted back to reality, the morals of chastity and purity you’ve been raised with battling against the temptation of Akaashi’s touch.

“Wait, Keiji. Wait!”

This time there’s no hiding his irritation and you flinch at the annoyance in his eyes as he stares you down, a coldness in his face you’ve never seen before. But you press on, believing that if he truly cared for you, he’d understand. All your girlfriends had told you that if you found the right one, they’d be patient, they’d wait until you were ready.

“I- I really like you, but I don’t think I’m ready for this yet. I want to go on dates, get engaged, get married. And maybe it’s old-fashioned, but I want our first time to be our wedding night, after we’ve said our vows and promises to be together forever.”

“You want to be together forever?”

Akaashi can’t help but smile at the hopeful look in your eyes when you nod your head in affirmation.

“Then until death do us part.”

You’ve always wondered what magic would look or feel like and now you know. You whimper as you feel something powerful, something foreign surge through you, Akaashi’s eyes glowing far more than they should, the shadows of his cave seeming to grow and loom over the two of you. There’s a searing pain on your lower abdomen and the expanse of your chest and you scream as it fills like your tail is being torn into two.

And suddenly there’s a feeling of something wrapping around your heart, an ache between your legs-

Your legs?

You stare in horror, tears forming in your eyes when you see your beautiful tail replaced by two legs, strange black markings permanently engraved over your womb, the scrawl of Akaashi’s name taunting you from its loving placement above your heart.

“Don’t cry, my love. Look we can match now. Consider it a reminder of our new beginning together, the start of the rest of our lives.”

This is a mockery of everything you’ve believed a marriage to be and you only sob harder as Akaashi pins you on your back, his legs in between yours pushing them apart. But he tires of your pained and agonized cries and you gasp as the new markings decorating your skin begin to glow blue. Fear is replaced with lust and all you can think of is Akaashi, all you want is Akaashi, all you need is Akaashi.

There’s just enough of your own will to know this isn’t right, this isn’t truly you. But you can’t do anything against your body and mind’s cravings, the way you instinctively lean into every kiss, every touch. Is this how it always feels? You can’t tell if the delirious pleasure you’re feeling is normal or if it’s being heightened by whatever incantation Akaashi has you under. But you can’t bring yourself to care about the details, not when your eyes are rolling back in your head, something slick leaking from between your new limbs as Akaashi makes his way down your body, mouth and fingers lapping at your new slit.

Your chest heaves, nipples standing at attention, gleaming with Akaashi’s saliva as your body contorts as he continuously pumps in and out of you, adding finger after finger until it feels like you’re going to burst. You don’t even recognize the wanton cries in the air as your own, lewd whines of “Keiji, Keiji, Keiji” filling the air. And then there’s a snap, your body going rigid as something coils tight inside of you before you’re wailing, body thrashing and convulsing around the four digits stuffed inside of you, your arousal coating Akaashi’s fingers and dripping down his wrist.

You hate how wrong it feels to be empty, a whine escaping your lips at the loss of his fingers as he pulls them out. But you flinch at the sight of Akaashi seductively licking his skin clean of your mess, desire making his eyes dark as he contently hums at your taste. You try to use his distraction as a chance to slowly crawl away, but you let out a surprised cry when strong hands drag you back in place, spreading your legs once again.

“We’re not done with our wedding night yet, darling.”

Something hard and thick nudges at your entrance and you struggle anew to no use as your markings glow blue once more. And suddenly you’re pliant and aroused all over again, overwhelmed tears streaming down your face as despair and lust mix together, only heightening the dizzying feeling of having Akaashi’s cock balls deep inside of you. It’s too much, too soon and yet it’s not enough, desire pulsing inside of you, need making you go mad.

But it doesn’t matter what you want or how you feel and Akaashi reminds you of that as he uses your body to chase his own end, hips thrusting in and out of you, cock dragging against your oversensitized walls. On and on he goes, following through with a relentless, brutal pace, spurred on by your lewd moans and the way your nails draw blood as you claw at him, body trying to ground itself in any way.

You’re tumbling over the edge once more and what husband would he be to not join his lovely new wife over that precipice of pleasure? So he follows you down, groaning and burying his face in your neck with a kiss as he thrusts one last time, sinking deep inside of you as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

Reality sinks in as the blue glow emblazoned on you begins to dim until only skin and dark markings are left and disgust makes your guts churn. All you want to do is curl up into a ball. All you want is to be back home with your cousins, joking with Komori, being a brat to Sakusa. All you want is to go back in time, go back to the carefree days of innocence and fluttering your tail when Akaashi was just a faceless name.

But there’s no going back and all you can do is lie there and accept your fate as Akaashi reverently kisses and caresses his marks on your body.

Until death do you part.

[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

virgin killer satan virgin killer satan VIRGIN KILLER SATAN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i hear you loud and clear my love 😏

warnings: smut, virgin!reader, daddy kink, the pet names 'kitten' and 'kitty' used constantly, female!reader

"You're a virgin?"

The question is inevitable and it has been asked on more than one occasion, but you suppress a cringe and nod, looking away with flushed cheeks.

"I... I hope you're okay with that."

"It's not a problem at all kitten." He assured you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you on top of him so he was sandwiched between you and the sofa, "My only question is whether or not you'd like to lose it to me."

You bit your lip, hiding your rosy cheeks in his shoulder.

"No need to be shy kitty. Take all the time you need to decide."

You sit up, making sure your clothed heat was pressed snugly against the slight bulge in his slacks and grind down, meeting his emerald gaze as confidently as you could.

His hands snapped to your hips, controlling your pace against his hips, lashes fluttering as he stared up at you hungrily.

Before you could register what was going on, the Avatar of Wrath had flipped you so you were caged beneath him on the sofa, but the steady grind of your hips against his own continued.

Satan leaned down to kiss you like he had so many times before, but these kisses were more desperate, more famished, and so full of need he could see it nearly overflowing out of your sensitive little frame.

"Someone's rather needy, wouldn't you say?" He laughed softly, pulling away from you so he could grind against your ever-dampening cunt with a bit more precision, "So sensitive too... You're such a cute, innocent little kitty. I can't wait to ruin you."

You whimper as the blonde helps you out of your uniform, tossing the blazer, shirt, and pleated skirt to the side so he could visually devour your sweet curves and edges before they were defiled forever by him and him only.

"You're so pretty," He murmured between kisses, hands beginning to explore your body, squeezing and caressing you until one hand gripped your throat; angling your face up to meet his own and the other holding one of your wrists down and away from his clothed cock, now painfully hard and throbbing, impatiently straining against its confines and hoping to be freed.

"Yeah," You huffed, free hand tugging at his clothes, "You're pretty too so take your fucking clothes off to, ya prick."

Satan pressed his bulge harshly against the bit of fabric concealing your drenched slit and you whined, bucking your hips against him; clit aching with need.

"Don't speak to be like that kitty, or I promise you'll regret it." He warned, squeezing your throat a bit.

You giggled, sighing contentedly as Satan began to undress until he was nude except for the gray boxers concealing his length from your hungry gaze.

"Gotta prep you first," he smirked, tugging off the lacy panties you and Asmo had purchased a few weeks ago, "I want you to be as comfortable as possible, okay kitty?"

You nod, suddenly a bit shy as his nimble fingers traced down your heaving chest and tummy before sneaking between your thighs and rubbing at your sopping folds.

"So wet kitty, I wonder how this happened? Are... Are you excited? Aww, is my precious girl ready to be stuffed with her daddy's cock? Be honest, kitty."

You blushed fiercely as Satan leaned down, still smirking, but softer this time.

Two of his fingers slowly entered you and you had to suppress a gasp.

No doubt you had tried to finger yourself before, but your tiny hands were no match for the sheer depth and width of the ones gently pumping inside your cunt.

You gripped his arm, aroused whimpers pushing past your lips as he began to increase the pace; eyes concentrated on your face, gauging your reactions and doing his best to draw moans from your throat.

"Tell me sweet girl, have you even cum before? Can your little human hands make you feel good like mine do?"

You were panting now, eyebrows knit together as you felt something inside you, something you had never been able to do by yourself, and it was approaching rapidly.

"N-No! No no... Oh, d-daddy, f-feels good!"

You arch your back and try to buck your hips away from the hands working your sloppy cunt, but Satan's strength keeps you from wriggling away.

You stutter over your moans, gripping his arms and twitching as a wonderful feeling, like fireworks, came over you, so euphoric and warm, you began to cry.

Not a lot, but just enough of a sob and a sniffle for Satan to worry.

"Too much? Oh kitty, don't cry... Tell me what's wrong." He hummed, thumbing away the tears from your leaking eyes.

"That... That's felt really nice!" You giggle through your tears, "I d-don't know why I'm crying Satan, but I liked that."

Your pretty smile was contagious...

"I'm glad it felt good," He nuzzled his nose against your own, carding his hand through your hair, "Do you want me to do that again, or do you want to keep going? It's up to you."

You adjusted your trembling legs beneath him and pulled him down for a kiss, before saying, "I'd like to continue and I think you'd like to as well."

Satan smiled, "If you aren't 100% sure about this, we won't go any further. I don't care how hard I am kitty, I don't want to if you're not ready."

"I am ready. I trust you Satan and nothing would make me happier than being able to do this with you."

You pushed some of the straw-colored locks back from where they hung in his eyes and pulled him down for another kiss while Satan tugged his boxers off.

Something prodded your silky folds, causing a whimper to slip from your throat.

"This is okay? You're sure?"

You take a deep breath and consent with a "yes."

Satan intertwines his fingers with your own, simultaneously lining himself up with your entrance. He spat on the widest part of his cock, using a mixture of that and your slick to lubricate his length before pressing his hips forward as slowly and gently as possible.

You squeeze his hand and he pauses, eyes flitting to yours for a moment to check for any signs of regret or fear; he found fear, but no regret.

Satan wasn't small so you had a reason to be nervous.

He pressed a bit more and his head was fully enveloped in your tight hole. Exhaling, he continued to push; rolling your clit around with his thumb to take your mind off the intrusion and kissing you deeply to comfort you and swallow your whines.

As the widest part of his cock began to slip into your pussy, the pain you were already feeling worsened and you gripped his hand tightly, squeezing your eyes shut.

"You're such a good girl for me," Satan comforted, pulling out a bit to relieve you before pushing his hips in more, "You're halfway there kitty, I'm so proud."

"Half... only half?" You huff, "Feels s-so full Daddy, I don't think my pussy's big enough..."

"Oh, it'll fit. You just have to learn how to take a cock like mine. I believe in my kitty, you're so close."

Satan allowed you a few minutes to adjust, speaking to you with soft, encouraging words, thumbing your engorged clit, and kissing you until you were relaxed and smiling.

"Ready to keep going?"

"Uh-huh."

The last bit was easier, except for the fact that it was a tight fit.

The head of Satan's cock reached deeper than anything had before.

He lifted your legs to cross over his back, allowing your cunt to grip the base of his shaft.

He gave you a few minutes to adjust to his thickness but Satan was growing a bit desperate himself. Your tight cunt would squeeze him so deliciously and you smelled so fucking good he could barely stand it.

When some time has passed, he starts carefully rocking his hips against your own, kissing you deftly and swallowing your moans.

"So big-" You manage to huff between kisses, a high-pitched whine leaving your lips as he pulls almost all the way out before stuffing his length back into your clenching hole, "Hngg- fuck..."

"Good girl, such a good girl," Satan whispered through a soft moan of his own, "You wanna go a little faster kitten? You want daddy to fuck you nice and hard on his fat cock?"

You nodded furiously, mouth falling open as he began to pick up the pace with his thrusts marveling at the way your pretty pussy would just swallow him every time he pressed his hips into your own. Your cunt was absolutely drenched felt so good. He could feel the way the sticky substance dampened his own hips and dripped onto the couch with how hard he was pounding you.

You looked so beautiful beneath him too, lips parted with small, quick breaths and choppy moans, hickeys blooming along your collarbones and an absolutely perfect heat wrapped around his cock?

He was so lucky.

"You're beautiful, kitty. I want to keep you all to myself without any of my rotten brothers bothering us. This pussy is mine, understand? You are mine." He hissed, drowning your high pitched whines with his lips.

He would give anything to be in a relationship with you, make a life together, and end each and every day with you bouncing on his length in whatever position suited your fancy.

You arched your back when his fingers teased your throbbing clit, forcing an orgasm out from between your legs.

The demon slowed, but never stopped, hips still rocking against yours, fingers still rubbing away at your sensitive heat.

You gave a shuddering sigh and gripped his back, whimpering as he started fucking you harder.

"Daddy's gonna cum, baby." He huffs in your ear, "I know you're tired, but hold on just for me, okay?"

"Oooh! D-Daddy, I'm so sensitive, ah- aah! Sh-Shit I think I'm gonna cum again-"

"You better not, you naughty kitty, or daddy will punish you. You've been such a good girl for me so far, are you really gonna ruin that because your greedy cunny has to cum?" He watches you shake with effort, grasping at the wrist teasing your abused clit as you try and wait for him to cum.

The air is filled with the steady slapping of hips and the squelch of your drippy heat around a fat dick, serenaded by his sexy grunts and an endless moan of ah! ah! ah!'s and Satan knew he couldn't last much longer this round.

You needed a break as well, judging by how much you were trembling beneath him and doing your best to be good and hold back an orgasm until he was ready.

"Awww, are you crying, kitty? Does it feel that good?" You nod, hiccupping softly, hips moving tiredly to meet his heavy thrusts. "It does, doesn't it. You love daddy's cock."

"'Wan hold your hand daddy," You cried, eyes rolling back as he seemed to swell inside you.

He gripped your hand, "Of course, kitty. Daddy's right here."

You huffed with effort, your pussy grew more and more sensitive as the seconds passed. Your nails dug into your palm as Satan started slapping your clit and you knew you were done for.

"Daddydaddydaddy pleeease oooh fuck! Daddy I hafta cum, ohh, ohh! I'm cumming!"

"Go ahead, kitty, cum for your daddy-"

You convulsed against the couch cushions, forcing Satan's cock from your heat, only for him to force it in again and clip your abused g-spot, causing fluid to force his cock out of your spasming hole once again.

Satan held you by the throat now, pushing his length in and pulling it all the way out until he finished all over your labia, sticky white seed spurting out of his still semi-hard cock and lathering your trembling lips.

You tugged on his arm, desiring closeness after such an intense orgasm. Satan grabbed an old t-shirt off the floor and gently wiped you down before pulling you into a warm hug.

"How are you still hard?" You sniffle, wiping away old tears on your bare wrists.

Satan blushed, "Don't worry about it, kitty. You need to calm down before we get to that. D-Did you enjoy yourself though? I wasn't too harsh on you, right?"

You giggle and realize, your sweet Satan is still here, wrapped in your arms and kissing your hickey-strewn collarbones and throat.

"No Satan, I loved it. You're such a good dom, I hardly recognized you."

He smiled, stroking your hair.

"Good to hear. If you're up to it, we can do round two in the shower~"

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July 5th

hello my lovelies! i believe this was my first full-length smut fic on this blog, so I hope it wasn't super terrible! :') leave a comment or something and tell me if it was okay! i am very open to constructive criticism.

if you did enjoy it, let me know if you'd like to see more <3

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[zhongli-topper]

Hello, that Zhongli fic is *chef kiss* can I request dom reader with xiao, with orgasm denial, overstimulation but also praising him? Can the reader be gn? but fem reader is fine too. I've can't stop thinking about this man please, sadly he didn't come home so I'm here stalking xiao tag 😔

xiao x dom reader - taking care of him (nsfw)

pairing: xiao x gn reader includes: praise, orgasm denial, overstimulation, light dom reader/sub xiao a/n: thank you so much, lovely! 💖 sorry for the delay, i got busy with life. i love xiao, he’s baby and he absolutely deserves to be taken care of~

“Xiao.”

It never fails to astonish him, how just the way you say his name can feel like a caress, and you don’t even need to touch him. Despite his instincts, despite the voices that tell him to take up his burdens in solitude, he finds himself drawn to you like a moth to light.

“Come here?”

Under the lantern-light of your room at the Wangshu Inn, your voice is somehow softer, your gaze darker than the velvety night sky settling over Dihua Marsh.

He approaches you on the bed, stance wary like a cat’s. You know his caution is born of necessity, a natural outcome of his thankless and eternal battle, but right now it mainly makes you want to hold him and comfort him and try to help him untangle that ball of pain, even if just a little. Even as he sits on the bed next to you, his body’s tense, and still fully dressed even though you’re ready to sleep, if you felt like sleeping, which you didn’t.

You turn slightly towards him and place your hand over his, and the warmth of your skin seeps even through his glove, and even to a two-thousand-year-old adeptus, the mystery of human touch is still something unfamiliar to him—though with you, he’s learning to grow accustomed to it.

It had been a relatively slow process, even in mortal, human terms. After Xiao had begun to accept your fleeting, friendly touches during your acquaintance, it had taken a while for him to reciprocate, and even longer for either of you to progress into more physical, intimate forms of affection.

In that time you had learned to read the subtle shifts in Xiao’s moods, the quiet differences of his anger and sadness, and the rare, sun-bright glimpses of his happiness. For him, learning to be vulnerable was—and still is—an uphill battle, but in the time you two had been together, you could sense what he needed, and right now, with his brow drawn and hand clenched beneath yours, you were determined to give it to him.

“Xiao,” you say again, and flip his hand to thread your fingers through his. “You seem tense. Did anything happen today?”

“No,” he answers automatically. Then he frowns. “I’m the same as ever. What makes you say that?”

You’re a little stung at his blunt tone, but you know he means nothing by it. You shrug. “I know you, Xiao. I’d hope you would give me a little more credit after all this time.”

He looks at you fully then, and his frown deepens as though he’s disappointed in something. “I—I know.” He blinks, his lashes fluttering. His gaze grows determined then, and squeezes your hand in return. “I need…”

“Yes?”

“Just…” He shakes his head, a frown etched into his features. “Memories of the war. They’re… being difficult to deal with again.”

He averts his gaze from yours, suddenly shy. “I… thought I would ask if you…” His mouth presses into a thin line as he cuts himself off, seeming to be embarrassed at what he was asking you to do.

“What did you want to ask me?” you encouraged him.

“If you would… help me to forget. To stop thinking about it.” As he said it, a pink tinge bloomed across his cheeks, an endearing sight that clued you in as to what kind of activity he had in mind. You turn your hand over and twine your fingers with his, and you’re happy to see him reciprocate rather than shy away as he had done in the past.

Giving him a small smile, you nod. You pull him closer, slow enough for him to get comfortable, and press your lips to his. “Then, let me take care of you, Xiao.”

~*~

You kiss him, slow and deep, and he melts under your touch, his hands grasping at your shoulders, your arms and chest, anchoring himself to your body. He’s taken off his accessories, leaving him in his sleeveless top and pants. In between kisses, his breaths already have an uneven quality, as he presses himself into the warmth of your body.

You pull back to catch your breath, and see that even with his eyes closed, his brow is still clenched, and you smooth over the crease between his eyebrows with your thumb, following it up with your lips. He shifts on your lap, and you can feel through his pants that he’s already half-hard, and trying not to rut against your thigh.

You smile against his skin. “You’re doing so well, Xiao,” you whisper, kissing close to his ear after you say it. You can feel him shiver, just slightly, at your praise, which you’ve learned is something that really gets him going.

“Do you want me?” you ask, just to make sure.

His fingers clinging onto your shoulders tighten and he nods fervently, refusing to meet your eyes.

“Please.”

You swallow the rest of his panting breaths by sealing your mouth over his, and slowly you push up the fabric of his shirt, his tight shirt that never left much to the imagination. Xiao might have been small, but his body was solid and muscular, and his naked skin under your hands was hot. You could feel the vibrations of his soft moans as your palms dragged up his toned torso, over his abdomen to splay your fingers over his chest and play with his nipples.

“Y/N…” he pants, forehead pressed to yours. “I…”

“Shh,” you say. “I said I’d take care of you, love.” You let your mouth trail over his jawline and down his neck, enjoying the little huffs of breath he lets out. “You deserve to be taken care of.”

You feel him hesitate. It’s always been difficult for him to admit to it, that he is worthy of such gentle, loving attention, but you want to make it known to him that he is.

Your lips descend to his chest, and you swirl your tongue around his erect nipples, drawing small gasps from the adeptus. He soon grows pliant beneath your caresses, and you easily push him down to lie on his back, and place the hem of his shirt in his hands so he can hold it up.

“Keep that there,” you instruct him in between kisses down his abdomen, until you reach his waistband and the tent he’s forming in his pants. His lips are trembling as he looks down at you, already sensitive from your kissing. He attempts to reach down with one hand but you bat it away, prompting him to return to holding his shirt up, and you slowly pull his pants down.

He’s already hard, the tip of his dick starting to leak precum, and you press your palm to its top before sliding it down his shaft and encircling him in a loose fist. You pump him a few times, and lower your head to his hips.

Your eyes flick up towards Xiao’s, and you can see him biting down on his knuckles, unwilling to make noise. You pause in your movements, looking at him meaningfully, and he growls into his skin.

“I want to hear your voice, Xiao,” you tell him, “I want to hear the sounds you make when you’re feeling good.” With your other hand, you let your nails dig into the muscle of his thigh.

He gasps at the sudden pain, releasing his hand from his teeth, then frowns at you, but you’re already smoothing the hurt over with kisses, getting closer to his cock.

“Don’t hold back,” you tell him. “That’s an order.”

He only grunts in response, but you stop moving and give him a pointed look until he says, “…I won’t.”

Pleased, you finally give attention to his cock. You start to leave a line of small, light kisses up the side of his shaft, lips fluttering over his heated skin until he’s gasping and barely stopping himself from bucking his hips in search of more friction.

“Good boy,” you say, “you’re following my instruction.”

He mewls as you give tiny licks to his cockhead, tasting the slightly salty flavor of precum, before swallowing it whole and sealing your lips over his shaft.

“Aa-ah!” He trembles, suddenly engulfed by the wet heat of your mouth. You close your fist around him and pump in tandem with your head, slowly building the intensity until his eyes glaze over and his hands threaten to rip the fabric of his top. All the while, he moans and whimpers, and you can see how his lips tremble in embarrassment before letting the sounds out.

You release him with a pop and his hazy stare goes to you, hips chasing after your face only to be stopped by a hand on his hip. You look down at him, and he’s so cute, panting underneath you, you can’t help but grin.  

“You look so cute like this,” you tell him, “feeling good under me. I like how you’re moaning too~”

His eyes widen and then his brow clenches, blushing hard at your praise. You give him a little kiss on the nose, his lashes fluttering at the contact. He had been getting close, you could tell, but you wanted to tease him some more.

You push his legs up and spread them, using your thumbs to massage around the cleft of his ass.

“Aah!” A high-pitched gasp leaves him, your fingers having taken him by surprise. His golden eyes fly towards you, in between his thighs, spreading his asscheeks to have access to his entrance.

“Nnh… that’s…” He bites his lip and trails off, apparently lost for words. You grope around for the bottle of oil you keep in your nightstand before spreading some over his hole, then continuing to massage around it, loosening up some of the tension in his muscles.

Apparently you’re taking too long, because he growls and says “Stop teasing,” which might have sounded threatening if not for the pleading, high-pitched note in his voice. At his demand, you let your nails dig in to the meat of his thigh—not too hard, but just hard enough to draw a small hiss of pain from your mewling lover.

“I said I’d take care of you, and I will,” you tell him. “Or don’t you trust me, baby?”

He grumbles and has to avert his eyes before saying, “…Yes. I do. Sorry.”

Xiao chews on his lip when you slip one finger inside, then eventually another. His small gasps are coming out in an uneven staccato, his hips writhing slightly as he tries to get your hand to hit that sweet spot inside of him. You settle in between his legs, adding a third finger, and he moans, clenching at the bedsheets.

“Fuck,” he groans, “please, deeper.”

You do as he says and curl your fingers as you drag them against his insides, and he all but howls when you press against his prostate.

“Y-Yes! There—ngh,” he gasps, opening his bleary eyes, looking down at you in a daze. You smile, keeping your fingers buried inside him, and grip the base of his still hard cock tightly. Sweat is sticking his dark fringe to his forehead and beading on his skin.

He presses the back of his hand to his mouth, his hips rutting into your fist, but you’re not moving, holding him too tightly. Rather than giving him pleasure, your hand is keeping him from cumming, even as you continue to pump your fingers inside of his tight hole.

“Please let me cum,” he begs, stilling his hips with effort, his thighs shaking as you keep thrusting at his prostate. He whimpers, clearly at the edge and overwhelmed at the sensation of being so close and denied his release.

“You can hold on for me,” you coo, your voice sweet. “You’re taking my fingers in so easily. You look so hot begging for me, I want to see more of it. Can you spread yourself open, baby boy?”

Panting, he lets out little huffs of breath as he bends his legs up, pressing his thighs against his chest, opening his legs wider. His face is bright red, his voice growing in volume when you resume thrusting your fingers and lower your head to take him in your mouth again.

Xiao sobs, the warm heat of your mouth engulfing his weeping cock, driving him closer to his peak even as you still grip his base.

You drag your tongue along his length in time with your fingers on his sweet spot, and he bites his lip bloody.

He all but screams, his hips and thighs shaking. His eyes are glazed and he seems lost for words, aware of nothing but the sensations your hands and mouth are giving him.

“I need to cum,” he cries, “c-close, please—”

He’s held out for long enough. You drag the hand on his shaft up along with your mouth, sealing your lips around his sensitive head, while aiming for his prostate once again. Like clockwork, his fists clench in the sheets and he cums, spilling down your throat.

You swallow down the salty, bitter taste of his spend, hearing him begin to quiet above you, but you're not done with him yet. You nudge again at his spot and give his cockhead a broad lick before sucking him back in.

He makes a noise of surprise, trying to watch as you don’t stop, but his entire body shivers from the overstimulation, and he's unable to prop himself up, instead shaking and boneless under your hands and mouth on the bed.

You pull your mouth off him for just a brief moment and say, “You said you needed to cum, baby. So be good and cum for me some more, huh?” You lock your eyes with his blurry gaze and keep them there as you begin to suck him off again.

“Ngghh,” he groans, and it doesn’t take too long until he’s shaking and fully hard again, and close to a second orgasm. When you feel him approaching his peak, you release his cock from your mouth, pulling a frustrated groan from Xiao as he cums a second time, a dry one, as his hips bear down on your fingers inside him.

“Good boy, Xiao,” you say when his lashes flutter open, slits of gold peering at you.

His whole body is trembling even after you pull your fingers out of him, and you kiss his sweat-slicked brow before wiping his cum off his stomach. He finally lets go of the sheets and then blinks at the torn fabric that falls from his hands.

“…You ripped the sheets,” you say with a laugh. “Was it that good?”

He grumbles again, turning on his side. “You kept going. I’m blaming you.”

Still smiling, you slide into bed behind him, and lay an arm around his waist. You can feel his soft exhale when you wrap around him, and he subtly nudges himself back, further into your embrace.

“You did well, baby,” you tell him, kissing at the sensitive spot under his ear.

“…Thank you,” he mutters, and you almost don’t hear it. You pull him close, nuzzle your cheek into his dark hair.

“You don’t need to thank me.” Nothing answers you but the sounds of soft breath, and when you check, Xiao’s fallen asleep.

You pull the blanket over the both of you, making a mental note to have them repaired in the morning. “Good night, Xiao.”

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Stay

A crystalline sound slowly fills the room until he slides his hand over the feystone. “Sorry I woke you. Is it all right if we talk until I get closer to home?” Her voice fills his head, husky and quiet, and he shivers slightly. “Of course.” His tone is similarly soft and filled with concern. “How was work?” “Same old, same old. Full of rich weirdos and entitled jerks.” “I’m surprised you need help on your way home, it sounds like you’re handling yourself fine when you’re at work,” Leo says, stretching his back until something pops pleasantly. He groans a little at that – it’s rough sleeping on this futon, even when it isn’t in the shape of a couch, but it’s what he’s got. “It’s…different…there. There’s a different dynamic. I’m expected to be like that at work.” This brings him up short. She’s supposed to be that assertive at work? So he risks the question. “What do you do at work?” There’s a long pause, and he has to check the cracked facet to make sure it didn’t glitch out again. He’s just about to say something when she speaks again. “I don’t want to say yet. Is that okay? It’s just– It’s not what I want for myself, in the long run.” Her voice is wavering, and he can practically hear her shaking. He leans forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. “You don’t have to tell me a thing, Sere. But… whenever you’re ready, just know that I’m not going to judge you.” He hears a muffled cry and a brief word he doesn’t recognize. His heart leaps in his throat, afraid for her. “Sere?” She sniffs, and her voice still wavers, sounding thicker and more sultry even through what he guesses are tears. “You make it very hard to stay in character, Ortiz. “I know you’re doing your best, chula.” The endearment slips out before he realizes it. Sleep deprivation. That must be it. “Damn straight. [...]”

Bite

“Shona aamar, it’s all right. This is– it’s new for me, too. I haven’t had a relationship since I moved here, and definitely not since I started working,” her tone is softer now. It wasn’t precisely a lie. She hadn’t had a relationship since moving here, that’s true. She hadn’t had one before that, either, though. Not in the way he’s offering. “I just don’t want to say the wrong thing and– and have you leave again. I can’t read your mind, Sere.” She bites her lip and walks over to stand between his legs, only a bit taller but still commanding his attention. She reaches up to undo his hair, to touch his face– but he grabs her wrists before they can touch his head. “Aah– and here’s where you can’t read mine. My hair is– um– very sensitive. I used to get teased about it when I was younger, so I–” He releases her wrists with a controlled motion, hands trembling with effort. “Just…be gentle?” “Of course.” She continues her motion as he ducks his head slightly to rest his forehead against her sternum, placing both of his shaking hands at her waist. As she undoes the tie holding his hair back, his breathing quickens and he lets out a quickly-suppressed whine. She pauses. “Are you okay?” Leo nods against her quickly, choking out, “Yeah, keep going.”

Trick

“Birdie! How’s it goin’, ya ol’ tart?” Anya calls across the studio, drawing at least two dozen pairs of eyes squarely on them. Sere hangs back for a moment, not wanting to intrude (and dying of vicarious embarrassment), but she receives no reprieve, and Anya continues to drag her forward. The pair at the desk look up, the human standing and looking uncertain as to whether they ought to laugh or scream at the obnoxiously forward elf. “Hey, Annika,” they say once Anya is close enough to the desk to hold a regular human conversation. Not that that has ever stopped them. “Same old, same old. How’s tricks?” “Turned regularly, and at great profit,” Anya quips back, beaming. “In fact, I was hoping you could see your way to getting my friend here into some self-defence classes. Sere, this is Birdie. Birdie, Sere.” Before either of the two introduced can get a word in, Anya’s already on to the next. “Hi! I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Annika, but you can call me Anya, or anytime.” They say coyly, sidling up to the huro. “That’s…an interesting nickname. How’d you come by it?” They say in a deep voice, crossing their arms over their chest and scratching at their beard. Anya leans in, still only up to the huro’s shoulder. “Loudly, and as often as I can\~” “Annika,” both Sere and Birdie groan sternly in unison, look at each other, and burst into laughter. The huro at the centre of this blushes a bit and frowns, looking away from the group.

Last

“You’re cute when you blush like that, chula,” he says dreamily. “What does that mean, anyway? ‘Chula’?” “It means ‘cutie’,” he replies, hands still around her waist as he pulls her close again with a grin. “ ‘Cause you’re cute.” “Leo, you’re drunk. Let’s get you home.” “Aww… Yeah, you’re right.” He sounds sad, but the grin remains as she pulls out her feystone to request an autonyne, turning her body perpendicular to his and leaning against his upright leg. He shifts to accommodate, resting his hand at the small of her back. When she’s done and puts the device away, he looks up at her eagerly. “I guess you paid me back sooner than I’d expected.” Sere huffs, letting him pull her in close again. After all, he’s so warm. “I’m not sure that’s a good thing. This event was supposed to pay next month’s rent, and now I have to hope that I can still get a gig in time.” He murmurs something into her chest that she doesn’t quite catch, and asks him to repeat it. “I said, if it’s a problem, you could always come live with me.” She groans in frustration. “Leo, you’re drunk. We’ve known each other for what? Three months? And we just had what was essentially our first date last night? And your apartment is the equivalent of a closet?” “All true, but that’s not a no\~”

This was fun, thank you! Turns out I use 'last' a lot in my writing. I don't know exactly how this works (and couldn't find the source post), so here goes!

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