#a tiny tiny stutter where he drags his words on but only a bit

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BRAT!

Synopsis. Scream it! While he’s still asking nicely, that is…

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, creampíes, getting reader to not be quiet in béd, CÚMPLAY, spítting, Sukuna’s second tongue, oraI (fem rec), pússydrunk boys, squírting, six eyes, face-sítting, pússy-slappíng, true form Sukuna, chokíng, markíng, exhíbitionism (Nanami), víbrators, dp, slight voice kínks, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Love y’all, have a good leak day <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Let it all out!

“Doll…” he drawls out, that tiny scar at the end of his smirk dragging roughly against your glossy pout. And when Toji’s given nothing more than a few of your muffled, bit-back whimpers, he’s insisting - begging, “My stubborn girl-”

Five thick fingers wrap delicately around your neck - jostling your fucked-out expression up to his greedy gaze, “Cat got yer tongue?” As if to fuck the answer out of you, his hips are ramming angrily, knocking rawly into your bruised g-spot. “Don’t tell me you’ve been hah- fucked dumb already? Wha’s the problem, ma?”

It’s been hours now, and Toji’s absolutely wrecked - blood thumping in his ears, broad chest heaving with short rasps, stars bursting behind his half-lidded eyes after each sloppy thrust. And, yet, he still has enough sanity left to notice when you’re biting down brattily on your knuckles, throat tight with all those sweet moans being held back. 

See, that’s when Toji gets impatient. 

“Fine- be as quiet as your pretty lil’ heart desires, then.” Your eyes are widening at the mushy twitch of his rotund tip - still leaky, still angry. “We’ll see how long that lasts, anyway.”

Just that dark little promise is enough to make you keen - and he’s chuckling, “Now now- what did I say-” Those soft pads of his fingers glide up in a gentle curve towards your lips - but the way he just shoves them inside is anything but. Rounded tips constricting into the very back of your throat, “Ya wanna be quiet? Then, commit to it like the big girl you are.”

Big fat tears spring up to your eyes when he’s hiking a powerful thigh up, pressurizing the ruthless pace of his achy cock even more. Bullying into your velvety walls like he was angry, knocking all the air in your lungs with every glide of his swelteringly hot head along your cervix. 

“Hngh-” you gurgle past his swirling fingers. Your nails piercing ravaged red lines where you’re gripping helplessly onto his wrist, “T-To-ah!”

There’s such a deafening squelch gushing out of your messy cunt when the mean digits on his free hand push down about halfway at your stomach, feeling for the branding little nudge of his fat cock. Toji’s mouth drops in awe at the milky white coating of his cum. Dredge after dredge soiling your inner thighs, forming a creamy little ring where he was pushing his thick hilt into you over and over-

“Shit-” his Adam’s apple bobs with a heavy gulp. Mindlessly, he’s falling down onto his elbows in exhaustion, bending you in half like a little ragdoll underneath him. “N’ suddenly I’m the one speechless, doll- Hahah-”

The heavy thwack! thwack! thwack! of his still painfully-full balls make your head spin, and Toji’s drinking in your little gasps like a starved man. Slow, languid, eyes drooping shut. “S’this why- hngh- s’this why my girl’s bein’ so quiet all of a sudden?” Hips stuttering forwards like he was losing control, just filthy, lusted-up little half-thrusts and drags of his length down your gummy channel. Even that was too much for his poor, overworked cock - painting your insides full with his thick, translucent precum with every swallowed-up inch. “Too cockdrunk? Too hah- full of my cum t’speak?”

You were so close - so overstimulated - you could barely string together a sentence. And you couldn’t have answered even if you wanted to - because your lovely boyfriend only rummaged his fingers deeper inside your mouth. Fuck- it felt so dirty having him fuck you like this - spitting against your lips, twitchy cock mashing deep into all your sensitive spots. Like he was reaching into your lungs - into your barely-lucid mind until you couldn’t do anything but nod. 

“Mmmpf- I-” you’re managing out, the words coming out in a thick, garbled mess that makes his cock throb. “Hngh- yes yes yes-”

“Awww, fuckin’ knew it.” he coos, and it’s all the warning you’re getting before two big strong arms of his haul you up. Falling back onto his muscled thighs in a sitting position - with you all speared like a slut down his unforgiving cockhead. Being bounced up, up, up your limp body nothing against his inhuman strength. “Shit- fuckin’ knew it- My poor girl got fucked so good she couldn’t even speak, huh?” Toji just throws his head back at the answering clench of your elastic walls, molding around each one of his ridges and veins. “How cute–” 

You cower under his weighty gaze, unable to escape. To do anything other than take it when his bicep bulges around your waist, tightening like a vice. “How so very-” Abs clenching when they ram- up- “cute-” He’s gritting his teeth, baring you with such a sweet, sultry smile, one that ghosts the very shell of your ear, “But why don’t you jus’ cum f’me now, ma.”

You don’t know whether his own words have Toji reaching his high - or maybe the sight of you does. Because all you see is black tinging your vision - then white, seeping out of the corners of your puffed-up folds, sopping a wet puddle into the non-existent space between you two.

He’s so vocal when he fucks you through your orgasm, raspy baritone wrenching out little praises like a mantra- “Yeah- yeah there we go. Louder f’me- scream it all out. I know you can do it.”

“P-please, Toji.” You don’t know what you’re begging for - and Toji doesn’t mind. Only pinning your body to his hulking one, holding you so close that your whimpered out moans are almost inaudible over his cushiony pecs. Babbling out, “Please- f-fuck it feels too good hah- m’cumming- m’cumming m’cumming-”

“Such a chatty girl, moanin’ so fuckin’ loud.” he titters. “Don’t you dare hold back that pretty voice from me, m’kay?” 

But only when your orgasm bates into tiny tingles, only when your syrupy sweet moans turn quieten down - only then does Toji pull away. Shuffling onto his knees until his hot breath was fanning your eagerly quivering cunt, soft tongue dragging up your painted white slit, “So let’s see if you scream twice as loud for this, my girl.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Shhh…

“My love…” Nanami breathes out in a ragged pant, his hot breath breezing down your spine. Arching up so sultrily when the pistons of his hips slow down, aching for more more more- “Is something hah- wrong?”

It takes you a second to raise your bleary head up from where it rested amongst all the papers on the desk, the satin of your office skirt hiking up even further when you’re rutting your hips back in a quiet tandem. “N-nothing, Ken–” your words come out hushed - hurried. 

And oh your husband looked so unfairly attractive when he was concerned, blond brows furrowing in the middle, running one hand through his disarrayed hair, the other pulling your teary eyes up to his. “You’re just being so-” There’s an experimental mash of his fat, rounded tip into your mapped-out g-spot, as if to confirm his suspicions. And Nanami grunts at the sight of you biting down on your lower lip, “-quiet…Now now-” His thumb comes to gently pry away your worried lip from under your teeth, “-what’s wrong?”

“S’jus’-” you hiccup, eyes flitting to the closed storage room door. “-m’ so close n’ someone might hear. I know Higuruma also has overtime-”

Shit - you’re so far into your little rant that you don’t notice the way his entire body stiffens, jaw clenching at the mention of your - and his - coworker. You can only gasp when Nanami’s towering figure just shoves you deeper into the cool mahogany desk. One hand on your head, the other wrapped nicely around your blabbering mouth.

“You’re right-” Nanami breathes, words tinted with a slow, dangerous purr. And it makes your velvety walls just seep a fresh gloss of your sweet sweet juices down all his long, hard inches. “-better not make a noise unless you want to get caught then, because m’not going easy on you today, darling.”

And fuck, Nanami likes to think himself a practical man - a sensible man, even. But right now all he could see was red - nothing past the way that other man had been eying you a little too closely these days, laughing at your jokes a little too loud. 

Don’t get him twisted, he knows you’d never do anything - you were his pretty lil’ wife after all, the love of his absolute soul. But sometimes, he just wanted to make you scream it out. 

Your pretty eyes bat hypnotically over your shoulder, “K-Ken- oh!”

Only to be shut up by the furious pummeling of all his rock-hard shaft, the sheer girth of it already making you keen. It’s enough for honeyed moans to bubble up in your throat, ticking in time with that angry pulsing of his thick tip massaging your plushy walls. 

“Shh shhh-” Nanami coos, and you feel his abs ripple from behind you when he leans his weight down, down, down to pin you even more helplessly against the desk. Those thick fingers of his cover your mouth even firmer, “We hafta be quiet, remember?”

If he was looking for an answer, then Nanami fully and thoroughly fucks it out of you. 

Those important documents are shuffling around everywhere, flying off the desk when you’re scrambling towards absolutely anything to keep just an ounce of your sanity. Because Nanami was hammering into you in such powerful, pressurized thrusts. Hard enough that you could feel the line of his hip bones along the fat of your ass, the circular smacks of his heavy balls along your thighs. Sure to leave marks that that sinfully short skirt of yours wouldn’t cover. 

“Ken! Ken- oh my god-” 

All you get in response is the sudden slowing of his mean pace, until your heady moans are softening down to mere whimpers. 

It still feels so dizzyingly good this way, having your snug hole stretch limitlessly around his girthy shaft. Knocking so deeply and thoroughly against your womb, clenching your saturated walls down with every graze of the neat tufts of blond at his hilt. 

“What did I say?” His mouth comes down onto yours in a heated clash of teeth and tongue and moans. So many rasping grunts furling from out of Nanami’s throat, spitting into your mouth, “Hafta- be hah- quiet. Or else Higuruma is- gonna- hear-” 

And that hypnotizing push and pull is punctuated by the greedy drag of Nanami’s thumb down your clit, spelling out little patterns. Over and over-

Thud!

“Hah- I don’t-” you’re startling when he hikes up a leg onto the desk, the change in angle making you all but scream out into his ravenous mouth. “Don’t think I even- care anymore ah!” Every one of those syrupy sweet moans falling from your lips have Nanami hammering in even deeper, rattling the desk with his strength. “Just wanna- just want you to-”

You’re gasping at the familiar work of his fingers on your sensitive nub - a flurry of letters all over. K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-O-K-E-

“Say it.” he bites down on your earlobe. “Spell it out f’me.”

“M-m’gonna-”

K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-O-

“Scream it out, no need to be embarrassed.”

“Cum!” you’re sobbing. Heaving for air when he doesn’t take even a second to slow down, “M’gonna cum, Ken. M’so f-fuckin’ close.”

His next words are murmured at the crook of your neck, dangerously above your racing pulse. Making you flinch at the sharp teeth indenting over your skin, “Then cum.”

Oh and when you do it’s like something snaps. Because all you know next is that you’re being fucked through such a delicious high. White-hot pleasure having you quivering deeper into Nanami’s hold, dragging out each one of your peaks. Your throat feels raw, head swimming so much that you almost don’t hear-

“Just the way I like you.” Leaving a lingering peck at your collarbone, “All gorgeous and-” At the sensitive underside of your jaw, “-blissed out and-” Before you’re jumping at sharp canines sinking down into the side of your neck. Hard. Possessive. 

It hurts - but it hurts so good that you don’t even register the way Nanami’s eyes flit to the door - slightly ajar now. Voice rising in volume when he finishes, “-mine.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - We’ll piss off the neighbors

“Mmpf- S-Sugu…”

“S-S-Sugu-” your beloved boyfriend is just leering, his velvety voice pitched dramatically high. Shoving apart your dangling legs so burningly wide to bully that furiously shuddering hot-pink vibrator even deeper inside your insatiable cunt. 

He’s grinning such a dangerous grin down at you, “Now, why don’t you lemme hear those pretty moans of yours like usual, gorgeous- instead of holding back?”

And all you can do is squirm around mindlessly when he’s feeding your sloppy cunt inch after smooth inch of more of the thin vibrator. Rummaging around your clingy walls so much, “Come on now-” A taunting thumb of his glides along the intensity meter - Setting 1, Setting 2. Before finally resting smugly on Setting 3. Long, dark lashes bat at you, “You’re breaking my heart here!”

“P-please!” you sob out, before immediately worrying your lower lip shut. And Geto notices - of course, he does. The determined smirk on his face turning into something a little colder, a little more predatory. 

“Aww, my poor baby doesn’t wanna speak with me.” he’s goading, leaving your plushy walls stretched full with the blissful girth of the vibrator. Letting you all but cockwarm it while he’s running a rigorous thumb over your puffed-up clit, “Tha’s fine. Whatever my girl wants, she’s gonna- get.” 

Geto’s sharp tongue is running lewd stripes up and down the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking on the corners of your lips as if he isn’t driving you insane. As if he isn’t driving himself insane. The achy, fat tip of his reddened cock kissing wetly at your glossy folds, weeping hot precum that sticks to your slit, trickling down the buried hilt of the vibrator. Oh, how he knew - had planned out - exactly how he was going to make you scream. 

But for now, he’s only pursing his lips together, letting you babble and whine unfairly to yourself. 

“S’not- not that I hngh!” your entire body jolts when he’s wordlessly increasing the intensity - Setting 4. Nervous eyes flitting down to where Geto’s lengthy cock was sitting prettily across your open legs, throbbing. Waiting. “Jus’ the neighbors- hah- we got another noise complaint, Sugu–”

He still doesn’t budge, still doesn’t say a word. This time his fingers are toying your finger even sloppier. Tweaking and circles lazily along the sensitive nub, making you all but scream-

“Please- I promise-” you’re bucking your hips up for more more more. Feeling the sopping smack! of his hefty shaft come down on your skin, splattering translucent dredges of his syrupy precum all over your skin. “Promise s’jus’ that Sugu.” Shaky fingers of yours wrap around his long, inky hair - hauling him close to meet your lips, and you could feel the ridges of Geto’s toothy grin when you crack, “Feels so good- too good. N’- jus’ want your cock- hngh! Promise was jus’ trynna be quiet because the walls are th-thin and the-”

And then it feels like you’re being split apart, such a thick intrusion to your already filled-up cunt. Soft, supple walls being contorted around the vibrating toy - and Geto’s addition of his thick, weepy tip. 

“Say please, then.”

You’re so completely and utterly fucked out that you barely even hear him at first - body moving before your mind when your lips sag open. Jumbling out a mess of, “P-please.”

“Hmmm…” Geto pretends to think, but he’s still circling open your elastic entrance to fit his needy cock inside. Taking it slow, sensual - making sure your silky sweet walls are rubbing against each and every one of the prominent veins down his middle, the rotund end of his head shoving its way inside. “S’not ‘nough - how about ‘please, Sugu’?”

“Please, Sugu!” Your nails claw their way down his broad, milky shoulders - leaving red, red marks that make him groan. That make his hips jut forward in a solid, thorough thrust, “Please- d-don’t care about the n-noise complaints hah- jus’ wanna be full of all of you.”

Geto doesn’t know if he can move, fuck, he doesn’t even know if he’s breathing. Eyes widening, head thrown back at the slightest feeble clench of your velvety walls desperately trying to accommodate around his cock and the vibrator. 

It takes beat - two, of him grinding in filthy gyrating motions, abs flexing when his slender waist surges forward. All the way until that divot at his tip was branding into your spongy cervix, painful, cum-filled balls sticking thoroughly against your ass. Somehow, he’s managing to roll his eyes, “D-didn’t hafta hah- say that much, gorgeous.”

There’s a sharp flick! 

Setting 5. 

The heady room is instantly filled by both of your moans - so loud. Yours higher-pitched and cracking pathetically at the end, Geto’s throaty, like they were being dragged from his throat against his will. 

Immediately, he bores down at you with a bit lower lip, eyes half-lidded, the corners of his mouth curled up in what almost seems like a smile. “Guess I better quiet down myself- hngh- huh?” he gasps - heaves - tremors of the vibrator rubbing up so deliciously at the underside of his throbbing shaft, jostling with each hastening ram into your gushing cunt. “B-because now that I finally got you to scream out f’me-” 

You’re mewling when his thumb comes up uncharacteristically gently to swipe away your own lips from underneath your teeth - a habit, almost, at this point after you’d gotten a very huffy email about being too disruptive at night. Like right now. “-I don’t wan’ ta hear anythin’ else. And that includes noise complaints - because soon m’gonna move ya to our own house, pretty, don’t ya worry. And there-” Your forehead is branded with a soft kiss, your g-spot with a rough ram. “-you can scream as much as ya want.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Please please please.”

Choso couldn’t stop even if he tried - he couldn’t hold back even one of those broken, whiny pleas wrenching from his rosy pink lips. So loud, deep voice pitching up highly at the end every time the weepy divot at the very end of his fat tip reached into the spongy bottom of your pussy. 

“Baby- please, baby–” he drags out your sweet little nickname, two of his sizeable palms coming to splay out on the curve of your hips. Just dragging your gummy cunt down like a cocksleeve, helping you ride him in easy, relentless grinds. “Does it feel good? Tell me- does it- hah-”

His breath hitches with a sudden shudder when your fingernails dig into the side of his pale neck, using the leverage to just ram your cunt down in thorough, hypnotic gyrations.

“Please!” Choso’s gasping, eyes rolling to the back of his head. You’re jostling slightly precariously on his slender hips when he’s planting two feet flat on the silky sheets to buck up, up up- “Tell me- tell me how it feels, baby.”

Your fingers tighten involuntarily at the sound of his greedy beg, making him let out such a guttural groan. The sound sends shivers running along your spine, all the way down to where he was jackhammering into your ravaged cunt. Thumbing apart your swollen folds to keep them spread enough for him to bully his girthy hilt into. So depraved. Needy. “S-so good, Cho-”

It was an accident - really - you didn’t even mean to let the little compliment slip. But it’s enough for Choso’s eager cock to expand even girthier inside you, all the blood in his body rushing to stretch your elastic walls to their limits. You could feel him everywhere, molding you to the very shape of his cock. 

“Yeah? Oh yeah?” he’s hissing, craning his neck up to mesh your lips together sloppily. Languid, delirious - kiss-bitten lips smacking when they’re sucking on your lolled-out tongue. Fuck, how he missed your voice. “Tell me- ngh! Tell me more, please.”

Oh, but really - your sweet sweet boyfriend was so pretty like this underneath you. Milky skin damp with sweat, his dark eyes dewy with tears and locked on you, mouth parting open in ragged grunts. Your favorite little melody - it made the way you bite your lip stubbornly all the more sweeter. 

There’s another glissading stream of his sweltering hot precum coating your inner walls, sloshing around in a syrupy slow rhythm inside you. “Please-” He’s crying out again after a few more branding smashes into your bulging g-spot  - lips wobbly as if he was on the verge of bawling without your voice. “Wanna hear your sweet moans, y’know? S’my f-favorite song-”

And you swear your hulking boyfriend’s mouth was upturned into such a pretty pout at that very second, soft planes of his hands caressing up and down your bent thighs. You can’t help but hum, making his head feel so lightheaded with that teasing quirk of your lips.

Or maybe it was the way your fingers clamped down tighter around his neck, sure to leave a perfect array of bruises from your splayed-out fingers. Jerking him even closer- “Fine- open that mouth if you love my voice so much.” 

You’re barely even finishing the sentence before his jaw slacks open, tongue darting out - just in time to catch the steady glob of syrupy saliva you spit out. Right onto the middle of his tastebuds, Choso’s immediately slotting his mouth against yours in an even greedier mess of a kiss. 

“Didn’t think you- hngh! like my voice that much, baby.” you’re humming, letting him hurl into a frenzy of powerful mashes into your g-spot. Some missing - drawing long, eager glides of his rounded, thick head along your cervix. “I like yours too, y’know. So much.” Leaving a lingering drag of his jutted-out bottom lip between your teeth, “S’why I ah- hngh- held back- love hearin’ you.”

And oh, every honeyed word of yours goes straight into twitchy cock, pulsing painfully into your mushy walls. Curving upwards so deliciously, Choso’s hold on you tightens - enough to draw blood, you might think, had he not cut his nails just earlier. 

He’s fucking upwards into you so solidly hard - feverish drags of you down his massive length only getting rougher and rougher until he couldn’t-

“Don’t do that, silly girl- mm- can’t live without hearing those cute moans of yours, m’kay?” Big fat tears gloss down his sharp cheeks with how stimulated he was right now, and you could feel the weighty shifting of his balls. So tight they almost felt like they could burst. “So be loud. Be as loud as possible f’me- tell me how it feels, how you ah- want more- a-and-” His fingers now cup your face, leaving all the laborious duty down to his frantic hips. Yet, Choso didn’t mind - anything that let him glide a thumb along your spit-glossed mouth, tugging out your bottom lip from where you were trapping it between your teeth, “-and say my name.”

You do - and it’s just about all you can manage out when you’re leering down to bite on Choso’s sensitive earlobe. Exactly where you knew would make him shiver the most, rutting up animalistically to bounce you up even deeper, “Then cum f’me, Cho.”

And he thinks he will - fuck, at the sound of his name rolling off your saccharine sweet tongue he couldn’t hold back even if he tried. But not before teasing a hard roll of his thumb along your clit, “F-fuck you little- ah! You first, since you’ve been hah- holdin’ out on me. N’ this time-” His glinting eyes narrow, sharp canines bared in such a viciously fucked-out grin that it makes you clamp down - hard, “-you’re gonna be the one hngh- crying out, baby–”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - CHATTERBOX!

Now, usually when Sukuna had you all splayed out like this - your trembly thighs balanced on either side of his head, puffy pussy lips so sopping wet it made his mouth water - he knew you’d let out a few pretty noises. 

A mewl when his hot tongue laps up the syrupy juices sopping from either side of your slit, a moan of his name when all he does is card the very edge of his soft muscle between them. And finally - finally - his favorite, a whiny beg for, “P-please, Kuna- no more teasing!”

How cute. 

When you miss the first - he doesn’t think much of it, instead too engrossed in thumbing apart your swollen folds, admiring the way your greedy cunt was already glistening and winking down at him so sweetly. Spitting a fat wad of his saliva right on the bullseye of your entrance. When you miss the second, he’s concerned, humming a raspy growl at the back of his throat while wrapping two plump lips around your throbbing clit. 

And when you miss that last one - oh, now you’re gonna get it. 

Smack! 

All give digits of his thick fingers come down hard on your hovering pussy, sliding a glistening syrupy wet sheen down to his wrist. 

“S’this boring to you, woman?” the famed king of cures spits his words with a low, threatening rumble of his sculpted chest. And it’s all you can do to throb, whirling your glassy eyes down at his half-lidded, darkened gaze, “Anything else you’d rather be doing right now?” 

You’re shaking your head deliriously - but that’s not enough for him, of course. 

There’s another oozing little throb from your cunt - rewarded with another branding smack! across your sensitive clit. “Don’ wanna use your big girl words, hm?” Sukuna raises a brow, still holding such dangerous eye contact with you when he hollows out his cheeks, long tongue lolling out to make out with your pussy. “Fine then- let’s let this cute pussy speak for herself, hm?”

There’s only a drawn-out, sloppy squelch ringing through the heady air when he lays his tongue flat across your glossy lips. Just teasing around the very edge of your gushy entrance before the very tip of him dances up, up, up.

“Hngh!” you’re gasping at the feeling of him grazing over your clit in a sultry push and pull - and the sudden wetness of something else swirling around your syrupy sweet hole. “Wh- is that-”

“Shhh, didn’t ya wanna stay quiet, brat?” Sukuna cuts through your words, velvety coo making you just arch down harder to drag your slobbering cunt all across his eager face. And where that mean mouth of his was teasing you, his other - larger - tongue on his stomach was picking up wherever left off. More, even. “So shut up and let this pussy talk, why don’t ya?”

Ah, it was impossible to escape him. Two big beefy hands were steadied firmly around your quaking thighs, hauling you right onto his swallowing mouth, grinding you against his jaw like his favorite meal. You’re being bounced, almost on top of him - his other tongue driving you insane. 

Reaching all the spots you could’ve never even imagined. Arching into you almost as deftly as his cocks, bullying past your puffy lips and into every bulbous areas of your sensitive spots. Fucking you so thoroughly-

“Hey-” There’s another reminder - one of Sukuna’s free hands planting a solid smack onto the very bulge of your elastic walls around his tongue. “Think she said she’s getting close- Almost didn’t hngh- catch it ‘cause you’re being a bit too hah-” He’s craning his thick neck back in for a messy kiss against your clit. “-loud-” Again. And again and again- plump smirk glittered with all your sweet sweet juices. “-dontcha think?” Smack! You’re whining in response, drunken hips pushing down as if to shut him up, “S’like you want to hngh- moan f’me. If you wanna then why are ya being so- fuckin’- stubborn.”

And fuck, you were so far gone that Sukuna almost didn’t expect a response. Half-lidded gaze locked on the trickle of drool slobbering down your slack mouth, eyes bleary, soft whimpers barely even audible over the sinful squelches! from down below. You were so loud, so drippingly wet in each one of your noises that it has him running his free palm over the outline of his aching cocks. 

“B-because-” your wobbly voice makes his fat tips just gush out in thick ribbons of precum, seeping through the fabric of his decadent yukata and onto his fondling palm. “Felt embarrassing- the position a-and hah! got nervous I’d be too whiny or somethin’, Kuna…”

“That so?” Sukuna simpers, voice a little more silky soft than before. And the gentle smack! on your cunt reads as more fond than punishing, “Stupid brat- ya think I’d be like this if I didn’t like your pretty noises?” As if to prove his point, the two hands on your body ride you harder down his mouth. Sloppier. More depraved. “Nervous for what- s’jus’ me, y’know?” Tonguing back teasingly over your glossy clit, his eyes just bore into yours. Baritone vibrato pulsing down your achy pussy, “And I love every lil’ thing you do, my girl.”

His guttural moans are still echoing from the very base of your cunt when you cum - so hard. Violent, even, that Sukuna has to wrap his strong arms around you to keep you from escaping. It’s all your poor pussy can take. Waves of pleasure taking you away. Gushing and gushing so hard-

“Sh-shiiiit-” Sukuna utters - and it’s only then that you realize just how much you’d cum, quivering hole letting out bursts of your syrupy sweet slick. Just coating the entire lower half of his face, his cheekbones, down to his pecs in everything you’d squirted.

And while his lower tongue still laps at your honeyed juices, letting each bead slide down the muscle. He licks his lips with a sigh, “Let’s ask this gorgeous cunt if she can do that on my cocks now, too, hm? N’ this time- ya better scream f’me.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Shut up.

“Sweetheart…”

“Satoru.”

“No-” 

Maybe it was the way your sorry boyfriend was just aching to hear your sweet sweet voice moan around his name, maybe it was the way he’d been spending hours already groveling and worshiping your body. Or maybe it was the way your clingy walls just pulsed all around his weepy cock, squelching in a way that makes him salivate. 

“I told you, my girl–” he soothes out in an almost-whiny tone. Pressing an overly-wet peck at your forehead, your nose, on either side of that scolding pout on your glossed-up lips. “I’m- sorry- I’ll listen to whatever hah- gossip about your favorite show next time just please-”

Two rough hands rest at the globes of your ass, purposefully jostling your fucked-out body to face him - he wasn’t letting you escape any time soon. 

There’s the slow, lingering squelch of Gojo rolling his hips forwards in such a dizzying tandem. Shoving you further and further up those expensive silken sheets at the hotel suite he’d booked for tonight - all for his little apology. 

“I s-see that lil’ smile-” he’s grunting, forcing two fingers around your face to look right into his greedy gaze. “Aww, come on- wontcha forgive me? M’begging here- begging.” And when you’re still keeping your mouth stubbornly shut, he’s throwing your limp legs over his broad shoulders. Running a syrupy slow circle over your neglected clit, “-promise I won’t fall asleep next time ya hah- t-talk my ear off.”

You have to admit that every saturated glide of his throbbingly fat tip has your jaw slacking further and further. Honeyed moans just bursting behind your lips, he’s stretching you out so sinfully. 

And, yet, it was so fun to see the strongest all broken down like this - eyes drooping almost closed, pouty lips with a glistening sheen of spit, little whimpers sounding at the back of Gojo’s throat every time he’s knocking right into your bulged-out g-spot. It drove him absolutely insane to see you purposefully hold back your pretty moans. 

“No no no no no-” he’s frantically prying away the knuckles you’re biting down deliriously on, trying to ease out those soft little whimpers and mewls. “My stubborn girl.” Pecking lingeringly at your lips, “Won’t you just scream- f’me-”

With a singular, jutting slam! of his hard hips against yours, you’re just keening - because Gojo was just crashing angrily against your poor g-spot. No longer teasing grazes and glides along your soppingly wet walls, just daring you to beg for more as you always did. 

No, he was pressing into your g-spot with ferocious power, muscles rippling across his hulking body when he’s sliding his fat cock back, back, back- Only to reel all the way forwards, the very curve of his globular head curving thoroughly against your sweetly sensitive spots. Again. and again. And again and again-

“Ah!” you’re scrambling up onto your elbows, connecting your forehead with his own. “S’too-”

You didn’t know what you were going to say - to have him beg more- to have yourself beg for more? But whatever it was clings to your heavy tongue when you’re raising your head up to meet your boyfriend’s. 

Because oh you knew that flushed, blank expression on his face, the slight crinkle of lightning at his eyes. This fucker-

“Whoops.” Gojo’s grinning, not a drop of regret in his words. “Guess I must’ve hngh- accidentally used six eyes when I-” Another nudge of his rotund head against your g-spot, only picking up in pace. Only plugging you full of his deep, grinding inches - fucking you so thoroughly into the mattress that you could hear the bedframe creaking in protest, your own cunt squelching ravagedly. “-hah- fuck this cute pussy. But hey…” He leans his face even closer, that infuriating curl of his lips only growing, “-I don’t hear ya complainin’ now, do I, sweetheart?” 

“Especially when m’ruining you right-” Splaying out all five of his long, pale fingers across your stomach - drawing an invisible line where he was branding the imprint of the very top of his length into the bottom of your pussy. “-here?”

Fuck, he had you exactly where he wanted you. 

“Y-you’re so-” you’re managing to gasp, eyes narrowing as he leans in even mockingly closer. But you can’t hide the slutty bliss in your tone, the way you tug and tease his soft, snow strands. “-so infuriating, y’know. I shouldn’t even hah- be lettin’ you off the hook this easily.” 

He’s moaning twofold, like the sound of your voice electrifies him. Hefty shaft twitching with each piston, painfully tight balls just clenching so painfully. “Yeah- hahah- yeah, isn’t it because you love me?”

The entirety of his body shivers when you lock your legs tightly, bowing his body even closer to stick to yours. “It’s because-” you purr, batting your lashes so sultry. Spitting against his lips, “-you’re such a pain in the ass, Toru.”

And then he’s cumming - and cumming and cumming so hard that Gojo doesn’t have the time to be embarrassed. All he can really think about is the syrupy slow slosh of his seed painting inside your gummy walls, shooting out in thick dredges. 

You giggle, eyeing down at the puddle of cum and saturated slick oozing down your thighs. Leaking out of your weepy slit, “Heh…for someone that wanted me to hngh- s-speak up so much, you sure are weak, Toru.”

The second roll of his nickname on your tongue is enough for Gojo to be gushing out another wave of potent cum into your snug channel. Hissing, he’s swiping at the creamy ring forming around his hilt, pooling the mess on the large pads of his fingers before-

“Maybe s’better when you-” Bullying them between the seam of your mouth, he’s swirling around your hot tongue. “-don’t speak.” Your answering glare is enough, “J-just kidding!”

A/N. If y’all need me I’ll be in my prayer circle manifesting for a Gojo comeback…

Plagiarism not authorized.

[spidvrbatz]

Regressor!Bruce Wayne

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// pt - dni: nsfw accounts //

[jwhitewolfbarnes]

You just wanted to rile him up. Make him ache a little, stop giving in so easily. Show him that his pouty face with those baby blues isn’t all powerful like he thinks it is. You’re starting to regret that a tiny bit.

“Right there, John,” you breathe out as he pumps his hips into yours at a steady pace. His reaction is immediate; his hand comes up to grasp at your throat- applying firm, delicious pressure. He forces you to look in his eyes, “Stop fucking calling me that.” Each word punctuated with a sharp, brutal thrust as he moves your legs higher up on his hips. Your mouth drops open in reaction to his bed-shaking movements. “C’mon pretty girl, ya know what I want to hear. Say it, c’mon baby,” he pants out, staring right into your wide eyed face.

Regret may have started to set in, but it hasn’t fully won you over. Another approach, maybe?

“ah fuck Johnny, feels so good,” you manage to stutter out as he continues his punishing pace. His eyes flash with something and you think you might have won this round… until he stops. He moves to pull out, but you snap your legs around his waist before he can make it out all the way. “no, no, no! please Johnny, I’m so close. Please don’t stop baby.”

He chuckles as he drops his hand from your throat and leans down to press his body almost completely against yours. He kisses you, such a filthy and desperate display. “oh, I’m sorry baby… ya close?” His voice is sickeningly sweet as he mocks you, “if ya knew how to act right, I’d give ya exactly what this pussy needs. but yer being a fuckin brat. I just want one thing from ya, thas it. Ya need ma cock so bad, yeah? Say it an I’ll give ‘im back.” He pulls back, pushing your legs off of his waist with an ounce of his obvious strength. His dick slips all the way out as he grits his teeth and you whine. He maneuvers your legs up, hooking one into the crook of his elbow and stretching it outwards. Those fucking blue eyes, clouded over with lust, roam over your entire body. He smacks the tip of his dick on your clit a few times, before smiling cruelly up at you.

“One word an I’ll fill ya up just like ya need. Only good girls get ta cum, wan’ be a good girl? What’s ma name?” Tears are slipping from your eyes from where you’ve been forced away from the cliff of your orgasm. This is decision time, give in to that pretty face and get fucked within an inch of your life? Or say nothing and be forced to watch him jerk off on your stomach before leaving you without orgasm? Pride be damned.

You take in a shuddering breath, reaching up to card your fingers through his shaggy mohawk. You drag him close enough to kiss, and he comes willingly because he knows the battle is over, victory is his. He grins devilishly, knowing his prize is right on the horizon. You brush your lips against his before locking eyes with him and practically purr out the magic words.

“Please make me cum, daddy.” Before you can even blink, he’s fully sheathed inside you. He’s gripping the fat of your thigh and stomach by the handful. Nonsensical praise and filthy dirty talk pour out of him as he watches every last jiggle of your body’s reaction to him fucking you. He may think he’s won this battle, and sure the round may be a point for John, but you also got exactly what you wanted.

Later after he’s thoroughly fucked you, and himself, into exhaustion, you lie there tucked into his side contemplating the best method of revenge. John is blissfully ignorant to your scheming mind as he runs his fingers delicately along the ridges and rolls of your back. He presses loving kisses into your hairline, content to spend the rest of his night tucked impossibly close to your plush body. Glancing up at his unfairly attractive face, an idea forms as your eyes roam the column of his love-bitten neck… seems it might be time to see how potent John’s power is when he’s finally put on a short leash…

a/n: sorry for the poor attempt at a scottish accent :/

[sorbetisfruity]

Guys Guys GUYSSS I have oh, Oh so many Thoughts right now.

Imagine:

Kiss the Girl scene with MC and TWST’s version of Ariel.

Rielle (his fan-given name) goes to Azul, saying he wants to become a human forever to stay with a human he’s fallen in love with!!

And who’s Azul to deny him?

He quickly finds out that the human he’s fallen for is NRA’s one and only magicless hero.

You!!

And, of course, Azuls not one to make a contract without getting something in return.

Especially when Rielle’s into the human he’s got a teeny tiny HUGEEEE crush on.

Soo, he makes him a deal.

If he can kiss MC within 3 days by sundown, he becomes human forever, and gets to keep his voice.

And if he can’t?

Azul keeps his voice, and him, forever.

Rielle makes the deal without thinking, throwing a scale he ripped off into the pot, allowing Azul to take his voice.

Azul sends him away after the transaction is complete, handing a shell-shaped locket to Jade and Floyd, who were giggling, knowing how this would go.

After hearing the very stupid deal Rielle made, his friends quickly came up with a plan.

You two would have a romantic boat ride, and kiss there!!

It was full proof-it HAD to be!

After all, nearly two days have already passed. They have no choice now.

What none of them accounted for was you-unintentionally-knowing everything.

———————————————————————

“Rielle? Where are ya takin me?” You laughed as he pulled you along, not saying a word to you.

It seems as if he was giving you the silent treatment these past few days, not saying a single word.

It struck you as weird, if you were honest. Rielle was always a chatterbox, constantly talking about things he’d find on the ocean floor and his adventures under water.

However, after talking to his friends, Flounder and Neige, you found out he had a big performance soon and was on vocal rest.

You didn’t believe them at first, as they stuttered nervously throughout their entire explanation. But you knew at least Neige would never lie to you.

Right?

The whole situation reminded you of the original Little Mermaid, with his lost voice and all. He hadn’t even went into the ocean lately, which he tends to do after school.

It all brought a feeling of unease upon you.

Though, you knew Rielle wasn’t in love with anybody, let alone you.

There was no way he made a deal with Azul…right?

Rielle looked back at you, a playful smile on his lips as he brought a finger up, silently shushing you.

You rolled your eyes as you giggled, continuing to let yourself be dragged around by him.

Once you two reached your destination, he pulled back a curtain of long, glowing vines, revealing a small wooden boat.

Your mouth dropped, immediately feeling your stomach start to swarm with butterflies.

Either you were going crazy, or this is playing out exactly as it did in the movie.

The missing voice, the way he’s been weirdly close to you these past two days, not going into the ocean…and now this!?!

You’re going to kick Azuls ass.

Rielle snapped you out of your trance, giving you a worried look.

“Ah, sorry! Don’t worry, I’m fine.” You nervously laughed it off, chewing on your bottom lip.

Rielle got into the boat first, testing the durability of it. Once he felt that it was fine, he reached his hand out to you softly, looking at you with eyes filled with something you couldn’t pinpoint.

You blushed as you took his hand, allowing him to yank you into his hard chest.

He held you there for a moment. His other arm around your waist as he held your hand close to his heart.

You didn’t dare look up. You wouldn’t allow yourself to.

You gently pushed yourself away from his chest, clearing your throat.

“So..you took me out here in the middle of the night to take a boat ride, huh?” You smiled, giggling a bit.

He grabbed your hands once again, making you look up at him.

You regretted it almost immediately.

He looked undeniably gorgeous under the soft yellow lights of the fire flies around you. A dark red covered his cheeks, and even his ears! The color rivaled his hair. His mouth was slightly agape as he stared down at you, seemingly speechless.

He nodded quickly, letting go of you and pushing the boat off before you had time to sit, making you fall back.

“Damn, a warning would’ve been nice..” you said lightheartedly, rubbing your sore back as you looked down at the water.

Your eyes widened as you looked down, swearing you saw a green tail quickly swim past…

You felt Rielle grab your hands with his own, clearly looking apologetic.

“I’m fine, don’t worry!! I was joshin, don’t sweat it Rielle..” you reassured, feeling something bump the boat.

‘Shit…that’s gotta be Jade and Floyd!!’ you thought, biting your bottom lip again.

You looked at Rielle, seeing how his gaze was fixated on your lips. Your face flushed, suddenly feeling hot as you shuffled in your spot.

“Rielle, listen…” you trailed off, watching him snap up and meet your eyes.

“I know what’s happening to you. I know you’re cursed, and I know you have to…kiss me..to break it. I know everything, Rielle.”

You felt another bump under the boat, this one more aggressive than the last.

Rielle looked upset, distraught, concerned..he gripped your hands tighter as his mouth moved, but no sounds came out.

“It’s okay!!! It’s okay. I’m gonna get your voice back, don’t worry Rielle. But first…”

You practically ripped your hands away from his, standing on the boat as you struggled to find your balance.

“I’ve gotta grab something.”

You eyed one of the green, slippery tails that has been bumping into the boat, before grabbing onto it with a tight, firm grip, yanking up one of the tweels onto the boat.

“Shrimpy?” “Floyd! What the fuck?!”

“If you don’t go and get my friends voice back right now, so help me god I will-“

“Calmmmm dooooown Shrimpy! If you want this little mermaids-well, used to be little mermaids-voice back, you’re gonna have to kiss him!! Ooorrrrr, go hunt down Azul.”

“And we are not going to let that first option happen.” Jade chimed in, leaning against the boat now.

“Okay, first of all, I’m gonna hunt down Azul either way. I thought he was better than this but apparently he’s not-and YOU TWO aren’t either.”

“And you!” You turned to Rielle, “you sacrificed your mermaid powers for me?? WHY?! You can turn into a human anyways! There was no need to sacrifice that for me! I’m not worth sacrificing shit like THAT for! Let alone anything!!” You stressed, tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, turning back to Jade and Floyd.

“Take me to Azul. Now. I’m gonna have a little..talk with his octopus ass.”

“Rielle, go back to RSA. I’ll come for you in the morning and let you know what happened, okay? Stay safe. Don’t make anymore stupid deals.” You leaned down to his height, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek before getting yanked away by Floyd.

“Awwww come onnnn Shrimpy!~ Do we get kisses nowwww?” Floyd whined, squeezing you tightly.

“No, you guys aren’t getting anything from me until Rielle gets his voice back. Now let’s go.” You spoke sternly, wiggling yourself out of his slimy embrace.

“Of course, come on, let’s head back to NRA.” Jade chimed in, turning back into his human form as Floyd did the same, knowing you couldn’t breathe under water like they can.

You gave one last look at Rielle, a look full of determination, before walking off with the twins, sighing as Floyd began to talk your ear off.

———————————————————————

Part two Mayhaps?

This scenario has been playing in my mind since the live action Little Mermaid came out btw, I just hadn’t decided to write it out until nowwwww!!

I doooo have a pretty sick idea for a part two where MC (aka YOUUUU) gets Rielles voice back, but I’d love to know if you guys would like a part two just in case!

Byeeeeee guyssss >:0)

[yrqrnc]

stages of falling.

jaemin x gn!reader

wc: 1.2k

genre: angst, fluff, uhh slice of life?

before the age of 1, jaemin falls a countless number of times.

while learning how to get up on his own and walk; with the gentle support of his mother’s hands and the push of his father’s strength— he wobbles, and stumbles, and trips a hundred and thousand times before he finally learns to stand on his own two feet.

between the age of 1 to 3, too, jaemin falls down multiple times.

tripping over his own foot, losing balance of his still wobbly, weak legs, for he hadn’t quite mastered the art of walking yet, and running was still a bit far ahead.

he falls a few many times, after getting too excited seeing his momma then attempting to rush to her with his tiny legs and the biggest grin on his face, only to fall flat on it when he’d tried to speed, before he got picked up with careful hands into a warm embrace as his chubby cheeks stained with wet tears from the hit.

at the age of 5, he realizes there are mean friends too.

he falls hard.

turns out preschool kids could be quite rough; he was play-fighting with his new classmates in his new school one moment, and the next, he was on the muddy floor of the playground, next to the slide, with a bruised knee and couple of nasty scratches on his arms.

that day, he went home with tears in his eyes and dried blood on his clothes, and the weight of a feeling he couldn’t understand or name, but it was heavy, and ugly, and undesirable, and jaemin didn’t like it.

later, he grew to know people called it “embarrassment” and “humiliation”.

at the age of 11, he gets into a fight for the first time.

with spiked up hormones that had newly arrived to him, just as to any growing teenager, and irritation that ignited within the blink of an eye, he throws a punch at a guy from the other class for reasons he can no longer remember, and gets one right back, and before he knows it, it keeps going back and forth until his homeroom teacher rushes in and pulls both of them apart before dragging them both to the principal.

he returns back to his house with scoldings written on the front pages of his school diary by his teacher, and anger lowly burning in the pit of his stomach and the back of his mind.

at the age of 16, jaemin thinks he falls again, but this time, there’s no pain, or bruise, or blood — there’s only this weird fluttering feeling in his stomach and a fuzzy blur in his mind that makes him stutter and lose words whenever he sees her.

jaemin falls for a girl, he thinks.

she has shiny black hair and pearl eyes, puffy cheeks, and pimples on her forehead too, but he finds them rather cute.

he likes the way she talks to the teachers and the way she laughs with her friends. her handwriting is messy, but she’s smart and scores well. she doodles at the top corner of her notebooks.

and as jaemin admires her from afar, he falls.

but 16-year-old jaemin falls alone.

the pretty girl stays still and indifferent; she looks over at his direction a few times, but her gaze focuses somewhere far behind where he stands, at someone who’s not him. and she smiles, but it’s not for him.

it’s never for him.

he decides he will never fall again.

but, at the age of 18, jaemin falls again — the hardest he’s ever fallen.

he falls on his entire body, trembling and aching, and his leg is stuck under the bike, whose tires still roll on even as the vehicle lays sideways, flat on the road after the crash.

he tugs and tugs until he’s able to get his legs out of the gap, and he crawls over to the body that lays still and unmoving on the harsh ground.

he feels his two hands hanging helplessly against his sides, and he doesn’t know what to do with them.

should he hold them together tightly against his chest and pray, pray, pray for a miracle and for all of it to get better? or should he stretch them out into the open and do– something, anything?

but no one had ever taught him what to do with empty hands.

he reaches out and puts his two hands together, pressing against the deep wound, hoping for something to make it all better – but the bleeding doesn’t stop; it only stains his pale hands a bright vermillion.

and that emptiness that had become a part of him stays embedded within his skin, but it turns red today.

it’s the brightest color he’s ever seen, and he feels dizzy.

who would’ve known that the brightest things could also be such thieves, such horrible, horrible nightmares?

jaemin falls onto his hands and knees, and watches helplessly as his best friend lays on the bed of the earth, eyes blankly staring up at the ceiling of the world, as he gives life back every breath and ounce of love that he had ever been given.

every bit of it.

jaemin feels something drip down his face, and it’s wet, and it makes him want to crawl out of his skin. 

he isn’t sure if it’s his own tears or someone else’s life that taints his skin.

it is only when he is 18, that jaemin believes he’s not alone for the first time in life.

he falls like he always has, again, but this time, someone falls with him.

they fall together, down and hard. but he gets up alone.

jaemin wishes he’d fallen on his own.

he wishes he always falls on his own, now. never with someone else.

( ★ )

at 23, jaemin falls again.

it’s been long since the last time, and he’s scared, but one thing he’s realized over the years is that - you can never control when, how and why you fall. 

so he falls.

he falls for starry eyes and a sunshine smile, the scent of sandalwood and citrus; for gentle hands and a warm embrace; for cherry-flavored chapsticks and stargazing, and with every bit of the universe—because it held you.

he keeps falling.

but you’re right there with him, and you’re falling too, and this time, he never hits rock-bottom.

he still gets scratches every now and then, and pain and grief grazes past him ever so often, but one look at you, and he realizes that falling was never supposed to be harmless and rainbows, after all.

it would hurt, but it would also give him back a thousand more moments of happiness and bliss.

perhaps, he thinks, he’d never recognize the face of joy if he didn’t drown in something of the complete opposite.

jaemin falls, falls, and falls.

he falls for the dreamy look in your eyes and the way you cackle at his jokes no matter how unfunny they are; he falls for the dates that you prepare for you two in the back of your car, with fairy lights and all things bright, and he falls for the warmth of your body and your words and your presence.

he falls for you and everything that comes with you, and he keeps falling. he believes when told that – all the falls he’d taken till this very moment was all to mount up to you.

and he thinks, one day, he’ll forgive himself and the universe, because you’re here now.

so, at the age of 23, jaemin falls. 

and he never stops falling.

[cakerybakery]

If Lucifer’s trying to hide he needed to be quieter. Adam followed the sounds of full on sobbing down the hall and into the stairwell.

“The fuck are you doing?” Adam crouched down to look in the small space under the stairs where the king of hell had squished himself into the corner.

Throw hiccups and gasps Lucifer cried out, “m-my ba-baby is gr-grow-growing uuuupppp!”

“Dude, she’s like two hundred years old. She grew up a long time ago. She asked Vaggie to marry her, it’s not the end of the world.” Adam reached in, grabbed the king by the lapel and dragged him out.

Sitting down he patted Lucifer on the back as he cried and stuttered through stories about how tiny of a baby she was, her first steps, Charlie’s demon phase.

“God, you’re going to be so fucked up if they have a kid.”

Lucifer made a little choking noise and Adam recoiled thinking maybe he just killed the man. Instead, Lucifer through his arms around Adam’s middle and sobbed harder as he buried his face against the side of Adam’s chest.

“Do-do yoouu thi-think they-ey will hav-have wiiings?”

“Uhh, maybe. They’d be like three quarters angel, right? Probably have a demon features like the eyes or horns cause they’re in hell. Wait, can they have bio kids? They’re both chicks.”

Lucifer nodded, rubbing against Adam as he did so. “Char,” Lucifer hiccuped, “Charlie, ha-has some o-of my pow-powers.”

“So, she could have a dick if she wanted?”

His belly was smacked lightly for the comment but Lucifer nodded again. The sobbing was subsiding but Lucifer didn’t let go.

How did his afterlife get like this? Consoling the most hated guy in the universe because his daughter wasn’t a baby anymore. Lucifer was supposed to be this great big feared king of the demons, ruler of the damned, stealer of souls.

The guy was more like chocolate cake with chilis. There was some spice in there, he was the king of hell, but for the most part he was all soft and fluffy.

“You know everyone else is upstairs, aka not in the basement stairwell, having a party to celebrate the engagement. We should probably join them.” His mistake was looking down.

Lucifer had such big watery eyes, his bottom lip was quivering, that perfect hairdo of his got messed up somewhere between the sobbing and being under Adam’s arm. He looked like any second now he was going to burst into tears again. How could Adam resist that face?

“Or we could stay here for a bit longer.”

He let out a little squeak of approval and nodded again, still clinging tightly to Adam’s gut. Adam let his arm fully rest on Lucifer’s shoulder. They sat in silence for a bit longer until Lucifer was no longer hiccuping and gasping for breath between small bouts of crying.

Adam put down a slice of cake to investigate the weird noise he’d heard, he should have brought it with him.

They could probably both go for something sweet right about now.

“Thanks,” Lucifer pulled his legs under him as he talked. “For being here.” His voice was much calmer now.

“Yeah, well. I know how it feels when you realize your kid’s are growing up.” He shrugged but gave Lucifer a reassurance smile.

A hand was on his cheek and Lucifer pushed himself up onto his knees, the kiss was soft and Adam gasped despite himself. It didn’t last and Lucifer was on his feet, straightening his jacket, and looking for all the world like the most perfectly put together man in existence instead of the quietly sobbing mess he had been only ten minutes ago.

“Well, we should get back before we’re missed.” Lucifer held out a hand and pulled Adam to his feet. He spun on his heel and practically skipped up the stairs humming to himself.

Adam put a hand to his chest, feeling his heart race and skip, “stop that you.” He whispered to himself, “we are not getting a crush on him.”

“Coming, Adam?” Lucifer sang out from the top of the stairs.

“And you stop that too,” he scolded quietly, as his dick weighed in on the conversation after giving Adam’s brain an alternate spelling of the word, coming.

Yelling up the flight of stairs so Lucifer could hear him, “Yeah, just a second. I’ll be right up.” He thought his least sexy thoughts and climbed the flight of stairs towards Lucifer’s smiling face.

His heart started flip flopping and Adam knew he was fucked.

[toruro]

arguing w soonyoung but he decides to push you against the wall and see you flustered while he slowly starts fingering you, like “what? why are you so shy, hm?”

↳ pairing. k. soonyoung x reader ↳ tags. smut (18+) ↳ a/n. the way i literally can’t think after reading this wtf okay sorry this might just be completely word vomit helpp

“you aren’t listening to me,” soonyoung groans out, leaning back against the kitchen counter. your eyes are on the brink of tears but you furiously blink them away, refusing to relent.

“you aren’t listening to me,” you retort, bringing up two fingers to pinch the bridge of your nose. you aren’t sure what you two even started arguing about, but now it’s cumulated into a bunch of little tiny things that has you both going back and forth.

you’re sure there isn’t any meaning to his words, honestly, but you can’t help but grow intimidated and increasingly upset about the whole situation. nothing is quite making sense to you when he’s spewing out his next list of words, but this time it all goes in one ear and out the other.

you hardly even comprehend the words that are coming out of your own response, but whatever it is it must be pretty fucking intense because it has soonyoung’s eyes darkening.

this entire time, there’s been a good amount of space between you two, but now he’s marching over to you and pushing you into the wall. his touch, while slightly rough, is oddly gentle, and there’s hardly any force in the way he basically manhandles you.

“soonyoung, what are you—” your voice is hoarse as you glance down at his arm that’s secured at your waist. there’s a little bit of an idea of where this is going in your mind, but you aren’t sure if soonyoung is willing to make it go in the direction.

of course, he is.

your cheeks burn with heat as he roughly rubs his hand against your clothed core, palm dragging against your clot while his fat fingers push against the folds of your cunt. “s-soonyoung—” you try to mutter, but your voice comes out wobbly and soonyoung smirks.

you can’t deny the growing wetness that’s forming between your thighs, and you can only hope that he doesn’t catch on to the way soonyoung and anger make for a very hot duo.

“what, baby?” soonyoung coos as you stutter out his name. sneaking a hand down the waistband of your shorts and panties, a smirk makes his way onto his face when he feels your warm, wet core. “you were just saying something earlier…what was it again?”

he watches your face contort into pleasure—albeit your attempts to subdue it—and the his eyes literally sparkle at the way he has you at his mercy.

“you were just saying how i’m not listenin’ to you,” soonyoung murmurs, bringing his head down to place a kiss on your neck, not giving any warning before sinking one finger into your drooling pussy. your body jerks at the familiar sensation of soonyoung’s deft finger rubbing against your warm, gummy walls.

you let out a small, involuntary moan when he slips in a second finger, and by this point you can’t even remember why you were even mad at soonyoung in the first place.

was it the dishes in the sink?

did he keep forgetting to turn off the lights?

what does it matter if he’s fucking you with his fingers so good that it has you blanking out, thoughts consumed with only him: soonyoung, soonyoung, soonyoung—fuck.

you cry out when soonyoung curls his fingers in a way that has you writhing under his touch, and he takes this has his chance to gently bite down on your neck. your soft moans have turning into louder ones, your high pitched squeaks echoing through the room.

soonyoung pulls his swollen, puffy lips away from the crook of your neck to look down at you with lustful, loving eyes. “i’m not listening to you, huh?” he murmurs, speeding up his fingers when he hears you whine out his name. “seems like i’m hearing you pretty well.” soonyoung leans in once more, his lips brushing against your earlobe. “and it seems like you want a whole lot more.”

a/n: please let me know if u liked it and likecommentreblog for a kiss &lt;;33

[jimraisedmeup]

TICK // 9.1 - tiny dancer

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (angst, language, sexual content)

Word Count: 1700

a quick fluffy finale of the new year's eve chapter trilogy ;-)

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Blue jean baby, L.A. lady Seamstress for the band Pretty-eyed, pirate smile You'll marry a music man

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New Year's Eve 1983 - junior year

"Wait!"

You flinched at Eddie's sudden outburst, startling you in the calm atmosphere of the frozen lake. The brown-eyed boy leapt off the back of the van, shaking off the blanket that had been draped around his shoulders.

Watching him with amusement, you downed the rest of your beer, finally feeling a little warmth burning inside of you.

"The hell are you on, Munson?"

In a dramatic fashion, Eddie leaned forward in front of you with a hand outstretched.

"May I have this dance?"

"Uh… what?" you blurted out, looking around. You didn't really know what you were looking for, though, as the only thing around you was this spontaneous man with a permanent sweet smile on his face.

Eddie rolled his eyes, but didn't drop his hand. "Sunshine, did I stutter? Dance with me."

"I don't dance."

"You speak fucking French, but you don't dance?"

"Oui."

"Ugh!" He turned around, staring off into the pitch black night. You caught the subtle movement as he checked his watch.

Enjoying being stubborn, you reached for another can of beer and cracked it open. "You know, I never took you for the dancing type…"

But he ignored your comment, spinning around to face you again. Eddie stepped towards you and rested his hands on either side of where you sat, dangerously close to you. His mischievous eyes followed yours, then the beverage as you raised it to your lips.

"Could you be any more boring, Buckley?"

He knew damn well what he was doing. He knew exactly what would get you out of the van. Eddie challenged your bravery, contested your cool composure. And it worked.

You set down your beer slowly, refusing to meet his proud gaze. You took your time removing the blanket and eventually lifted yourself to stand before him.

"Well, what now?"

Eddie checked his watch again. "Give me your hands, I'll lead."

"It's freezing out here," you complained, dragging out the inevitable, but reluctantly placed your gloved hands into his.

He grinned at you and pulled you close. "Quit your bitchin'."

The fact that your stomach was doing tiny backflips wasn't lost on you. Somehow, Eddie was a furnace in the freezing darkness, his warmth radiating through the thick jacket covering his chest. You brushed your head softly on his chin, enjoying the glimmer of the rings on his hand in the soft light emanating from the open van.

Turning you slowly, Eddie rested one hand on your waist and held the other in his own hand. Swaying a bit, you heard him mumble close to your ear.

"Not that bad, is it?"

"But there's no music."

Taking you by surprise, Eddie began to hum. 

You couldn't quite place the song. But something about it felt like coming home, like reminiscing on a precious memory. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead to his collarbone. The vibrations in his chest as he hummed the tune could have lulled you to sleep if every nerve in your body wasn't on fire.

It could have been hours gone by, minutes, whatever. You didn't remember the last time you felt this kind of peace, the internal war raging within you coming to a halt.

"Five… four…"

Realizing that Eddie was suddenly counting down to midnight, your chest constricted with need. Lifting your eyes, his dark orbs weren't meeting yours, but rather he was watching your mouth. You couldn't control your urge to follow his lips as he proceeded to count.

"...three… two…"

Pushing up on your toes, the kiss you pressed to him was tender but as scorching as the sun.

Eddie grabbed you harder, pulling your ribcage against his as if he was afraid you might run off, his other hand holding the back of your head. You kissed him forcefully, needing him to know just how much you wanted it.

You didn't care that you probably tasted like beer, or that his jacket smelled slightly of cigarette smoke. You didn't care that it was freezing. You didn't give a flying fuck what your parents would think of this, or your friends at school. 

All that mattered was that Eddie was there, and he was holding you, tasting you. You melted together, ceasing to be separate individuals at that moment.

Fireworks began to pop across the lake, almost muted at the far distance. The lights distracted the man in your arms for a moment as he pulled away from you.

"No," you huffed, using your gloved hand to usher his face back to yours. You didn't care much about the fireworks. Only this.

Your demanding motion to continue kissing him almost sent Eddie over the edge. He pushed you closer to the van until the backs of your thighs hit the bumper.

You immediately lifted your backside into the van, wrapping your arms around him and urging his body to settle between your legs. Your kissing was sweltering, a hot beacon of light that rivaled the New Year's fireworks being set off across the lake.

But when you ran your tongue over his lip, asking for more, Eddie stopped.

He didn't move his feet though, keeping his stance firm with your legs resting on his hips.

"What's wrong?" Your breathing was ragged, your lips almost swollen.

Eddie sighed and rubbed his eyes, seeming to be on the hunt for the right words to say. "Nothing's wrong at all."

"Then come here," you hooked your index fingers through the belt loops on his jeans, tugging his hips closer to yours. 

But still, he stopped and moved away, leaning against the van next to you.

Eddie was quick to speak. "Before you say anything - that was the best fucking thing to happen to me in all of 1984."

You looked at him, still dazed by the kissing and sudden lack of warm contact. "But 1984 just started."

"I know, and I'm telling you. That was the best fucking thing. Thank you."

"You're… welcome?"

Eddie let out a bark of laughter, running a hand through his hair. He snuck a quick glance at you to see you smiling, too.

"Maybe if I'm lucky we can pick back up on this another time, yeah?" he suggested.

You looked away from him, the insecure voice in the back of your head wondering if you did something to turn him off. But you also weren't stupid. Horny teenage urges aside - Eddie was right, and nothing like this needed to be rushed.

Plus, they weren't even officially dating. You wondered if that was even a thing that Eddie Munson was capable of; you had never seen him with a girl before, but also never really went out of your way to look.

The comfort that you felt with him in the darkness of these winter nights made you feel like an entirely new person, the person you longed to be. Without prying eyes, without judgment from others. You found yourself dreading going back to school on Monday. The real world.

Eddie nudged your arm softly, breaking you out of your anxious thoughts. 

"You okay?" 

"What time is it?" You reached for Eddie's wrist, reading the time. "Shit, shit, shit. Can you take me home? But drop me off on the corner of my street, I told Robin I’d meet her an hour after midnight."

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Ballerina, you must've seen her Dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me Tiny dancer in my hand

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You wrapped your arm around Robin's slender shoulder as you both walked down the street to your house.

Eddie was gone, disappearing into the mysterious night. You had pecked him on the cheek as a farewell before exiting his van to wait for Robin under the streetlight. You sure you'll be safe getting home? …don't worry about me, Munson.

"So tell me all about your night, Robbie. I missed you."

Robin smiled briefly, her breath coming out like tiny clouds in the cold night air. "I got a New Year's hug. But hey, it was the best fucking New Year's hug I've ever gotten."

Eddie's words reverberated through your mind, but you shook them off.

"Really? Even better than the time Aunt Carol hugged you so hard her boobs knocked out your front baby tooth?" you joked.

You enjoyed making your younger sister laugh more than anything. Doubled over in a fit of giggles, Robin almost had tears in her eyes. 

"Oh my gosh, how do you remember that? I think my seven-year-old brain tried to block that from my memory."

"Me too, but Aunt Carol was a real trip. I still remember the look on your face."

Robin sighed, wiping tears of laughter from her blue eyes. "Happy New Year, by the way."

They walked slowly, strolling down the block, not in any rush to get back home to your parents. You pulled your sister a little closer.

"Happy New Year, Robin. One year closer to getting the hell outta Hawkins."

Side-eyeing her older sister suddenly, Robin pressed you for any details about your night. "Did you and Eddie have a good time?"

As usual, your defenses went up. You almost didn't want to answer your sister's innocent question.

For a split second, you genuinely questioned yourself, wondering why you felt so protective over your private life. Did you really have to hide your feelings for Eddie Munson? Did you really care what people thought of you?

When it came to Robin, no. But when it came to your looming fears over school on Monday morning, your stomach turned.

"I'll keep it simple for you. I had the perfect night. And I watched fireworks, too."

Robin's warm smile and a squeeze of her hand reassured you that life was good. Letting down your walls wasn't such a terrible thing.

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But, oh, how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you, and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer, tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today

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(song lyrics credit: "Tiny Dancer" by Elton John)

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[decaydanceredacted]

oh am i ready to talk about joe trohman sph. also more kinky stuff in that book!

1. there is an absurd amount of piss stuff in that book like you can’t go 5 pages without seeing the word piss/pee there’s no way it’s on his mind that much and he has that much trauma related to it and he DOESNT get off on it.

2. a good 1/3 of the book is spent talking about his devastating mommy issues… followed by a bit where he says he always wants to be a good boy and will keep asking his wife for like affirmation…

3. a combination redacted by yours truly:

you’ve fucked before but he just ate you out and came from humping the bed, which u thought was strange b whatever, then the next time u actually see his tiny little cock for the first time and understand. u start laughing and making fun of it “oh isn’t that just the cutest little thing” “what are you really gonna try and fuck me with that? i don’t think i would even feel it” “that’s just pathetic, that’s why ur so good at eating pussy right? because that’s the only way you can make someone feel good?” and lay him back so you’re straddling his thighs and he’s just looking up at you completely red and humiliated and like on the verge of tears but his tiny cock is still hard and twitching “aw look at it, you like this don’t you? like me talking about your pathetic fucking cock” and he just slowly nods and stutters out “y-yes mommy” because he’s alr so far off in subspace he doesn’t even realize the title. you laugh at him and say “ok i’ll tell you what, if you’re a good boy and make mommy come with you’re mouth first, maybe i’ll think about riding your little prick” he looks all starstruck and says “thank you mommy thank you” and you move up to sit on his face.

you grind on him so he can hardly breath but he takes it so good and you keep telling him throughout “fuck, good boy, i guess you are useful for something, having your pretty little face used like a slut” and he just gets even more eager. when u come u squirt and he laps it all up and you chuckle and move back so u can look him in the eyes “wasn’t that cute, drinking it all up, i bet you wish that was my piss, huh? do u want mommy to fucking piss on u?” and he whines “yesyesyes yes please mommy” and so you grab his wrist and drag him to the shower and before he can even think you immediately start riding him

you’re whispering to him how bored you are, how he’s such a whore but can’t even make you feel good. eventually you decide to give him a chance to try and fuck you right so u let him get on top and the whole time you’re ordering him around on how to do it right and he’s so humiliated and trying so hard, telling u how sorry he is. when u can tell he’s getting close u abruptly push him off of u and have him kneel on the ground while u stand up “i’m gonna piss all over your face and pathetic little cock now and you’re gonna jerk yourself so you come while i do it. if you can’t then you don’t get to come at all” then u do it and it gets all in his hair and down his stomach and where his hand is flying over his dick and he looks soso desperate and then u grab a handful of his hair and he comes into his hand. u make him lick his hand clean of your piss and his cum and then finger you until u come again to make up for not being able to do it again when he was fucking him.

he’s such a sweet boy.

-spiral anon<3(ouch this was long and i still have more *foams at the mouth*)

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[askii-your-girly]

Kiss Under the Mistletoe

"A kiss? Can I get just a bit more,..."

Teddy Peirce X F! Smart Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Warning(s): Making out, underage drinking (not teddy or reader), fluff, a tiny misunderstanding (readers end), Language/cursing, sexual? (They just really touch), People walking in on or interrupting a make out, bad grammar, writing, and spelling.

Reminder: Don't forget to be safe if you are parting make sure to bring a friend or two, and always put your drunk friend on their side so if they pass out, they don't choke. I don't approve of anyone underage drinking it's just for the fanfiction.

A party? You mentally slapped yourself in the face for letting your friend know about it, getting to be the one dragged to it. The Friday of said party was great, just before Christmas break, everyone finished with finals everyone was in an amazing mood. Dreading the party you make your way home, it's not like you don't like parties, just you didn't really like the thought of being surrounded by drunk people on a Friday night.

After getting dressed in a red dress to fit the Christmas theme of the party your friends and you make your way to the party. Only being a block away from your own home. Upon arrival you hang your coats up and walk into the living room where all the dancing and drinks were. You were questioning making a run for it, greeting you was a half-naked guy yelling to another one that new people were here or as he said, "Fresh meat." was here. Ignoring him you made your way to the probably spiked punch bowl, taking some and having a sip. Yeah. Tequilla filled your taste buds, and you spit the drink put and set the cup down.

You liked parties but seriously, shirtless guys that weren't like the movies and walking into people making out or worse, fucking? Those thoughts made you not go up the stairs, walking outside you sat down on a small bench. "Seems like you could use some company." A voice said, turning around you are met with a "gang" kid? Or Teddy Pierce. Brown hair, brown eyes, he was quite attractive. "I guess." Not wanting to sound rude for not saying anything. He sits down next to you. Sitting in silence the loud party music and people in the background.

Hearing a scoff or a laugh he tried stopping you looked over, asking what was funny. He pointed up. Mistletoe. "So? Do I get a kiss?" You laugh, "Did you come out here just for a kiss from me?" He looked at you a tiny smirk on his face, "So what if I did? Who wouldn't want a kiss from you? Top of her grade, honors student, chess champ, I mean honestly your any guy like mines dream." You froze. He knew who you were? Sure, he was right about all those things, but someone like him?

Stuttering out words, "I mean if you came all this way for a kiss." He smiled, personally you did see him and his friends talking and laughing before he followed you. Did he really need to know, you knew? I mean hell your first time getting a Christmas kiss, it counts even if it is a bet.

Leaning in, he gives you a kiss. The kiss tasted like peppermint, and hot chocolate. Expecting him to pull back, you move back a bit, he didn't like that. He moved over, still kissing you rougher. He pulled back, letting you both get some oxygen. You honestly thought he was going to run back over to his friends and get the $20 or something they would give him for winning the bet. Moving back once again, he speaks "Just A kiss? Can I get just a bit more, think of it as a Christmas gift?" Smiling as he spoke.

What the fuck? Confused you ask, "Is this a joke? Part of the bet or something?" More confused is all you could say to describe how he looked at you. "Bet, joke, what are you talking about you think I'm going to kiss someone who I haven't liked since freshman year?" Now what is going on, your confused and so is he. "Well, I didn't know..." Maybe that wasn't really going to help you, but could he really blame you? His friends were known for that. Huffing he sighs, "Yeah I know. Now you do I guess." Silents follows before he smirks, when you can look at him again. "So, about another kiss?"

You laugh, "I guess you can have another one, but what would my Christmas gift be?" The smirk on his face increased to what you can only describe as devilish, he grabbed your hand and walked you threw the party and into a room. "Did you think you're getting lucky? Cause that's not going to happen, sweetheart." He smiles at you.

"Never, that's for our one-year anniversary." Maybe he was a better guy than you thought, "Oh? When would that be?" Opening the door and leading you into the room, "Today, next year. If you let me be your boyfriend." Let him? Damn he was messing with your heart. "And why wouldn't I let you?" He led to near the bed, laughing, "Well I'm not the best example." Sitting on the bed and patting a spot for you, you sat next to him. "I don't think so, so yeah I will let you be my boyfriend. But after this party I'm going to need a date. To truly tell." Smiling you look over at him, he is also smiling.

Leaning over you kiss him. He kissed you back in an instant, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you to him. You pull back from the kiss, that's when he pulled you onto his lap, straddling him. Pulling you in for another kiss. This time he bites on you bottom lip quite hard, making you gasp, giving enough room for his tongue to slip in. His tongue easily becomes more dominate, pulling you against him. You felt like hours went by of you two just kissing, his hands moving from your waists to your thighs or ass. Anything he could get his hands on without breaking a kiss or pulling back.

You heard people walking coming and going around you, thinking no one was entering the room you both took up. Soon you hear your name being called, a door open, and a gasp and giggle. You turn around the friends you came with were standing in the door frame, watching as Teddy nipped and kissed on your neck. One of them spoke, "We have to leave, she is drunk as hell and your mom called me." You quickly climb off him, apologizing before running out the door.

He just smirked. He may be on the naughty list, but he would be on it forever if it meant every Christmas that was his present. Hurrying out of the party himself needing to determine where he was going to take you for your first date. As he walked in threw door his siter Kate sat there looking at him, their father's old video camera in hand. "A thief Teddy...wait till I tell mom about this!" Everything fell apart. Or did it?

I apologize for taking so long, Christmas was chaotic, and I had no motivation. I will try to post more since, there is like no fics or oneshots for him. I'm running out of ideas though. I will try and post as much as possible though. And thank you guys for 10 likes! If you want to be tagged every time, I post one don't be shy to comment and ask.

[goinsaneposts-blog]

Yandere Jason the Toymaker x Reader

Words; 1,626

Trigger Warning for mentions of Kidnapping, Blood, and abuse

Takes place in 1800's

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The dripping from a leak in the ceiling was slowly becoming background noise to your ears. The small scratches on the floor were long abandoned for keeping time. It could have been days, weeks, or even years at this point. All you knew was the only thing that changed was when that sick bastard came down to visit you. Sometimes he wouldn’t show up for days, leaving you hungry and thirsty. On other days, he would do nothing but hang around your cage, tormenting you with his ‘love’.

The only light you had was a tiny barred window, too far away for you to reach and yell. The walls were a deep red, easily covering up the blood your capture would spill. A small candle holder sat on top of the small table near the locked door, only being lit when he would enter.

Yet, you sat in the middle of the cursed room in a cage, much like a bird sitting by a window. Your dress, once a bright pale blue, was now torn to bits. The puffiness of it now gone making it look like more of a nightgown, than a hand-made dress. The edges of the dress now stained in blood, along with the white frills around your neck.

A bandage covered your left eye, a lasting memory from when he got too happy with a needle some nights ago. On rare nights, when you laid your tired head on the cool concert floor to attempt to sleep, the same nightmare would repeat.

That's where you were now, eyes glazed over before sleep finally overtook and replayed that cursed day.

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You had thrown a party that night, to celebrate your friend's most recent engagement. People from all over came to enjoy the night, devouring the tasty food and drinks prepared by the finest chef you could find. People danced and laughed, making the night that much more magical.

“[Your Name]! The party is great! Thank you so much, I’d dare say it’s the best one you’ve thrown yet!” Your friend praised, her voice slurring a bit due to the drinks. You smiled at her and took the drink from her hand and placed it on the table next to you both.

“I believe you may have had too much to drink, my lady, as we both know many other lords and ladies have put on much better parties than me,” You muttered. She let out a small drunken giggle and gave your shoulder a push, causing you to stumble into the man behind you. Quickly, you turned around to apologize.

“Oh my! I’m so sorry! I tripped over my dress and bumped into you!” Your excuse rolling off your tongue. You feared this man would yell at you, scolding you for being too clumsy. The taller male looked past his crimson bangs, pushing them out of the way to look at you with his pale-yellow eyes. His cheeks reddened as he made eye contact.

“O-oh! It’s not a problem!” He stuttered softly, dragging his gaze down and back up to meet your eyes. You lightly kicked your friend who started to giggle behind you. With a small bow, you turned back to your friend who you scolded as she dragged you towards more drinks.

Long after the party was over and all the guests had left, you had finally made it up to your room. Talking and meeting so many people was exhausting and the only thing you had on your mind was sleep. You regretted not getting to formally meet to redheaded man, but another boy with bright yellow hair also stuck out. He had offered to dance and honestly was one of the nicest men you had met.

Finally closing the door behind you, and slipping the top layer of your dress onto the ground was one of the most relaxing actions you did tonight. However, before you could remove your corset, you finally gazed around your room. The bed had been tossed around, like someone had made love in it, and your vanity had been flipped over-the glass from the mirror scattering on the ground.

A soft rustle echoed from the corner and before you could turn or even scream, a soft jab hit your neck.

“Sshh.. It’s okay, everything will be alright…” A deep voice whispered into your ear. The voice was familiar, but before you could place who it belongs to, you fell into the stranger's arms and faded into a deep sleep.

The soft click of the door unlocking and a pair of heels clicking on the tile awoke you from your restless sleep. Your stomach dropped and you quietly muttered a prayer to whatever God would listen. As Jason approached, you sat up and pushed your spine into the bars behind you. Jason placed his hands on the bars of the rusted cage, leaning into the small space with a bright smile.

“Good evening, my doll! I do hope you’ve slept well. I do also apologize for not being around as much as you would like… I was out getting a get a little gift for you!” He giggled a little, jiggling the cage a little bit as if to try and convince you to move away from the bars. Somehow, his sick mind still believed you had feelings for him, that some man had manipulated and convinced you to not trust him. Like someone put a curse on you.

Of course, he was proud of himself to finally break you of that man's ‘curse’.

Jason reached into his pocket, fumbling around for a moment. Your breath caught in the back of your throat, fearful of what his newest ‘gift’ would be. Jason would say it was out of the kindness of his heart that he would bring you stuffed animals and small toys, eventually bundles of your favorite flowers. At first, the idea of small gifts brought a little calmness to you, until the stuffed animals started to smell and leak a dark reddish brown liquid. The flowers would wilt in the first hours, revealing the body parts of your friends and loved ones. The toys would blink, almost as if alive, and to be honest you didn’t want to look and be near them more than you had to be.

When you finally looked up at him, you noticed the small swipe of blood on his brow and the lightest stain on his white collar. His smile didn’t meet his eyes and only grew when you finally made eye contact.

Finally, Jason pulled out a small tuft of bright hair, holding it into the cage and allowing it to flow to the ground in front of your feet.

With a bandaged hand you covered your mouth to shield a scream that tried to creep up the back of your throat. After all this time, you had some small hope that a dashing young man would rescue you from this hellscape, and whisk you away like those fairytales your mother would read to you late at night. You closed your eyes, allowing a few soft tears to fall to the floor. Knowing in your heart that poor man was laying in his pool of blood, waiting to be discovered.

After a few moments, you felt a hand tug on your chin, pulling you closer to the bars. Jason's warm breath fanned over your tear-stained face.

“You know I’m only doing this out of love for you, my doll…” His hushed voice sent chills down your spine. His glowing eyes traveled down to your trembling lips and he slowly moved in closer, attempting to place a sweet kiss on your lips. It was something he felt he craved, often dreaming of the sensation late at night. He felt guilty for keeping you locked in a cage, but Jason also knew you would try to run as soon as you got the chance. He craved to have you all to himself, with your warm pressed up against his as you truly excepted him.

When his lips brushed against the side of your hand, he paused for a moment. You looked away bashfully, tears still daring to stain that pretty face of yours. He pulled away for a moment, and peering down at you threw his now whiten bangs. How dare you refuse a kiss from him; did you not want him the same way he wanted you? Anger boiled within him as he reached into his shirt, pulling a key from a cord wrapped around his neck.

You backed as far away from the door as you could as Jason carefully unlocked it, standing at the entrance with a blank stare. Finally, he lunged at you, wrapping his rotting hands around your neck, squeezing just enough to restrict your airflow but staying conscious.

“I swear on my life you will learn to love me…! Even if I have to kill every last person you knew, I will! I promise it!” Jason yelled, flinging spit onto your face. Your weak hands flew up to scratch and claw at his, trying to get some sort of air into your lungs. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and black spots slowly grew in your vision. It wasn’t until you went limp on the stone floor did Jason finally let go. He leaned down, resting his head against your chest and running his hands through your hair. His eyes closed as he tried to listen.

“I promise, I you will never be able to leave me…” His hushed voice only echoed slightly.

Finally, he stood up, looking down at your limp body with nothing but a wicked smile on his face. He turned, closing and locking the bars behind him, leaving a small stuffed animal just outside of the bars and snuffing the dying candle on his way out of the heavy door.

[knifefather]

I'm a 23 year old virgin and I want Bruno to ~teach me~ how to please him - handjobs, blowjobs, PIV sex and so on. In return, I want to feel his hands all over me... When we move on to PIV I want him to move me gently to where he wants me and hold my hand when he starts to sink in

I just know that Bruno would be so so patient and understanding with you. ♡ He finds it precious and endearing that you are inexperienced at your age. But that's okay, because Bruno loves you and is more than happy to teach you how to please him. Or rather, teach you about sex in general. Introducing you to a world of pleasures you've never known is an honor to him!

nsfw under the cut. 18+ only ☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ

He loves seeing the wonder on your face and the arousal in your eyes when he touches you for the first time. The lovely sounds you emit when his mouth meets your sex encourage him to push you further, to undo you in the dirtiest of ways.

He honestly finds himself on a power trip after the first time he shows you his cock. Your eyes are wide and interested, your shaky hands coming up to grip his hard shaft cautiously at first. After you hear a soft sigh of pleasure slip from his lips, you become more confident. With soft words and gentle instruction from him, you begin to get the hang of jerking him off. You're so excited that you ask him to teach you blowjobs in the same session.

A bead of sweat clings to Bruno's face as he tries to reason with you. "I wouldn't want to overwhelm you."

“You’re not going to,” you argue with a little pout. To convince him, you stick out your tongue just a little and drag it over his sticky cockhead. When his salty taste hits your mouth, you jolt at the flavor.

He hisses in a breath as he watches you, desire shining in his eyes. Yes, you’re undoing him with your charms, but Bruno doesn’t forget himself.

“Very well. Suck it just a bit more, amore,” he instructs you. "Go slowly."

You draw in a shaky breath and eye his length before acting. Leaning in, you drag your tongue over the tip once again. The taste of his precum was different, but certainly not bad. Trusting him, you draw the head of his cock between your lips, bobbing your head. Bruno groans, the sound reverberating in his chest. His tan cheeks are a lovely pink as he looks down at you, his hand resting on the back of your head.

"You're doing so well, bambina. Take a little bit more whenever you're ready."

A shiver moves down your spine at the praise. With enthusiasm, you open your throat, letting his hot shaft slide in. It feels strange having something in your throat, but you try to keep breathing and moving your head.

"Breathe through your nose," he reminds you lovingly, watching you struggle for air. It's cute, watching your emotions and facial expressions change with every moment passing in the encounter.

It does not take long for your sweet, earnest mouth to bring Bruno to orgasm. As much as he wants to press his cock to the back of your throat and make you gag on his cum, he pulls your head away as he starts to get close. "A-Almost there, amore," he warns. "Use y-your hands... both hands--" His breath stutters in his chest as you pump his cock vigorously. Laying a hand over his mouth, he shoots thick, sticky ropes across your face.

A tiny gasp escapes you as the first ribbon lands over your nose, then your cheek. Your brain begins to catch up with your body, ablaze from lust, and you think to stick your tongue out. Bruno lets out a purr-like moan at the sight of you so eagerly wanting to taste him. He dips the tip of his cock back between your lips, the last bit of his juices being spent in your mouth.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and Bruno continues to stroke your hair. His gentle voice and endless stream of praise only make you feel more eager for your next lesson.

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Working title: How To Prove You've Lived

Chapter 1: Seeds

it’s been exactly 436 days since he’s been here. But Mumbo would rather forget about that. Instead he thinks he should focus on the part where somewhere in those four hundred and something days he’s decided to harbour a criminal.

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Mumbo's been fine living in the middle of nowhere, minding his own business trying to forget his past so when he accidently befriends a cryptid in the woods he's pleasantly surprised at how nice it is to have 'human' interaction. So when his friend has to flee he does the only logical thing: to go with him across the country in search of safety with both their past and the new gods hot on their tale

The flowers outside were going to bloom soon.

Mumbo had thought that for the past few days now, he’d been waiting for them. Sat at his table ignoring a piece of toast and absentmindedly sipping at a once hot drink that was now a little too bitter to enjoy. The wood was splintering where he rested his arm, not that he noticed it, his eyes were firmly stuck to the horizon eagerly awaiting the arrival of a multitude of colours that would dapple the bland landscape ahead of him in a myriad of colours. It meant that there was still a tiny bit of good out there,  just as it also meant that it had been exactly 436 days since he’s been here.

But Mumbo would rather forget about that.

Instead he thought he should focus on the part where somewhere in those four hundred and something days he’d decided to harbour a criminal.

An alleged criminal, he internally corrected, there was no evidence towards any crime, no wanted posters or radio message, and there had been no cliches that happen before a betrayal like in all the movies. That was because there had been nothing, and it was nothing. Nothing at all.

Definitely not a reason to be pacing the worn floorboards of his house, but then again there were only so many things you could do to be chased down by the New Gods themselves.

He was going to throw up or cry. Possibly both.

Mumbo stopped his pacing, sat down and tried to breathe a little slower. He noticed the splinter, it buried itself further into his skin every time he bent his arm. That was particularly frustrating as it was something he’d been doing repeatedly to try and get a better look at it. Sighing, he dragged his body to the cupboard that held a mismatched bundle of medical supplies that he certainly didn’t buy, but had used more than double the amount of times that the average person would have, and tries not to wince when the seemingly centuries old hinges pierce the air in a futile cry for attention. He was supposed to renovate a while ago. Introduce some simple redstone to this place, maybe automatic doors, the whole shebang, then he had remembered why he came here.

He forced himself to stand up a little straighter, rolled back his shoulders from their usual  position and stretched to pull out a pair of tweezers, disinfectant, and now empty box of plasters. 

He stuttered to a stop and felt his heart seize at a sight he’d long forgotten was even there: stacks upon stacks of books. Hidden from sight, neglected faded in their muted red and maroon  yet cared enough for not to be thrown away, shoved into empty shelves that were much too small for the thick textbooks they were storing. He let himself indulge for a moment. Let his nose inhale the smell of worn parchment that filled the air, let his hands drag through the dust that settled snuggly between pages like a cloak on cold shoulders and let his eyes fondly skim over familiar titles and names inked in metallic looping letters down the spines until he came across his own, Mumbo.K.Jumbo.

He slams the door closed. 

Unsurprisingly, it promptly falls off it’s hinges. He felt the bile rise in his throat and swallowed.

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1st chapter is complete so you get a teaser of the 1st 500 words of the almost 5k 1st chapter to a ten chapter fic of a 10-11 (or more series) i'm holding chapters hostage so i continue to write so i'll see you in six months with the finished thing/hj

1st fic is mostly boatem with their life series persona's growing to become more of the hc boatem we all know and love.

The whole life series crew show up and have their own stories- i'm going to stop myself there before I spoil stuff.

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Out There

Words: 5.2k

Tags: Levi Ackerman x Eren Jeager, Merman Eren, Human Levi, Merman Armin, Mermaid Mikasa, Human Hanji, Human Isabel, Human Farlan, Third Person Limited POV, Levi POV

Status : Complete 1/1 chapters

Summary

“You- you are- “ Levi stuttered as his brain refused to connect properly to his tongue and say a coherent sentence because just what was Eren implying with those words?

“Beautiful, a genius, immensely talented-“ Eren started to list off with a bright smile, the softness in his eyes getting replaced with a mischievous glint.

Had Levi simply imagined that moment?

“Dangerous,” was the descriptor that Levi settled on when his tongue finally decided to listen to him. There were many words that he could have chosen but he picked dangerous simply because that was the only word that he felt described Eren’s existence.

Crossposted to A03 under same username

A/N: Hi 👋🏼 so this is my first ever post to this blog and to tumblr in general. A friend recommended sharing some of my works here so trying this out.

Hope you guys enjoy! If you’ve got a request for a fanfic just drop by my ask box.

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Don’t go out there.

That’s the number one rule - no it was more like a doctrine - of the little fishing village by the coast. It was dangerous, the fathers said. There was too much of a chance of slipping and getting injured, the mothers fretted. Merfolk dragged unsuspecting villagers to the depths, the elders claimed.

Levi had never put too much stock in that last one. The mere idea of merfolk even existing was ludicrous. An old wive’s tale that was all myth and no fact. Something that the elders liked to tell their grandkids purely to scare them into behaving better.

Even if he disregarded one of the reasons to not go out there as purely fictional, the other two were, well, unfortunately solidly factual. But Levi had always been a rebellious kid, even more so now that he was a teenager. So much to the chagrin of his mother, it became a habit to sneak out there whenever he could.

Levi couldn’t find it in him to care though because out there referred to the area directly west of the village. The rest of the village stuck to the areas to the northwest and southwest which were equal elevations with the coast. It was much safer and far easier to fish from there. The area directly west was different because it ended in a bunch of rocky cliffs which spread for quite a few kilometers.

Below one of those rocky outcroppings that most dared not venture past was a tiny sandy cove accessible during low tide where the waves lapped at the sandy shore gently. The cliffs enclosed the area on pretty much all sides, the only opening being the archway that pointed out to the sea.

It was only here that Levi could have true peace and quiet.

He could relax in the sand and lean back against a dark gray rock that had been weathered smooth by its time spent fighting against the rhythmic crash and swoosh of the waves. He could let his eyes flutter closed and simply listen to the water and the seagulls in the sky above.

The little cove was his own little secret place. No one else but his mother knew he came here. She hated that he did, but she couldn’t stop him. She only had a general idea of the cove’s location. Even if she knew the exact location, no one else knew how to get down the outcropping. As a result he was out here most afternoons as soon as he was done with all of his chores for the day.

Levi wiggled his toes and buried them deep in the soft sand that was gently warmed from the sun’s bright rays. He slouched bak against the rock he was leaning on and tilted his head back to feel the warmth of the sun on his face. A relaxed sigh left his lips as he felt the water from the ocean lap at his feet and the sand around them.

“-en… -ren…”

Levi crinkled his brows a little bit as he cracked one eye open. Had he just heard a voice? But that was impossible, there was no one out here. He listened intently for a few more seconds before he closed his eye again, having heard nothing more. It must have been the wind.

“-ren! Get back here!”

That definitely wasn’t his imagination. Levi’s head snapped forward as he opened both eyes fully and leaned away from the rock. Ready to face whatever idiot from his village had somehow managed to intrude on his secret place. But whatever insult or retort he had primed in his throat died on his tongue at the sight before him.

Beautiful, blue-green eyes that shimmered like the ocean.

Damp, brown hair that still managed to shine in the sun’s bright rays.

A chiseled set of abs that lead down to an unfairly delicious v-line.

Not that Levi was particularly drawn in by that. It was just an observation. As was the next thing his eyes took in which was:

A bright, gold, red, and orange tail that looked like a beautiful sunset.

Wait. A tail?

Levi blinked several times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things and he even pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. But the boy, or creature - merman, Levi’s brain helpfully supplied - did not disappear from in front of him.

“Hi! You’re the prettiest human I’ve ever seen. What’s your name?” the merman asked with a smile on his tanned face that shone brighter than the sun overhead. His energetic voice had a melodic undertone that caressed Levi’s ears gently.

“You’re real?” Levi felt his tongue form those words. Out of all of the even slightly intelligent things that he could have chosen to say, that’s what he managed to go with, asking the merman if he was real. Fantastic start.

A pout appeared on the merman’s pretty face. “Of course I’m real! I’m right in front of you aren’t I?”

“Sorry,” Levi breathed out, still slightly in shock but also felt that he had to do or say anything that would wipe the upset pout off of this beautiful creature’s face.

Huh. Who thought that those elder’s tales would be real? Or at least partially real? This particular merman didn’t seem to want to drown him at least.

A bright smile once again graced the merman’s face. “How about in addition to your apology you offer me your name, pretty human? I’d love a name to associate with your gorgeous face!”

There were those words again, pretty human. It was strange to hear. Not many people in his village said those words to him. Levi objectively was aware he could be considered attractive but his resting bitch face usually warded people off from unnecessary and frankly unwanted compliments. Which honestly, suited Levi just fine. He didn’t want superficial compliments that had no meaning behind them. This merman - Levi was still trying to process that he was indeed speaking to a merman - was probably the same and had called him pretty simply because he had nothing to call him.

“Rather rude to ask for someone’s name before giving your own brat,” Levi quipped back in a dry tone, not quite ready to give his name to the merman who was throwing around the word ‘pretty’ like he used it all the time.

“Oh…” the merman seemed to think for a second before responding with yet another goddamned smile. It seemed like his face knew no other expression. “I’m Eren!”

“Eren…” Levi repeated slowly, his eyes inevitably drawn away from the merman’s smiling face back to his tail.

A musical laugh resonated through the cove. “You say that like you’ve never heard a name before. It’s a normal enough name isn’t it, Eren?”

“Sure,” Levi replied wryly, his eyes being drawn back to those deep turquoise pools. “It’s less your name and more your tail that makes you abnormal.”

That pout was back again. “I’ll have you know my tail is a perfectly normal size, shape, and coloring. It’s not any different from the others.”

“I meant you having a tail in the first place, idiot.” Levi shot back, internally finding it very amusing that Eren didn’t notice that the subject of the conversation turned away from that of his name.

“Oh, is that really so weird?” Eren wondered with a tilt of his head. “There's a lot of different pods of mermen in the ocean.”

The raven haired raised a skeptic eyebrow. “That’s certainly news to me. You’re the first one I’ve ever seen.”

“Ah w-well,” Eren stuttered a bit. “We usually don’t show ourselves to humans. Like at all.”

“So what makes me so special?” Levi found himself asking before he could filter his words.

“Oh I’ve been watching you from afar for a while. You come here every day to simply sit by the ocean. I wanted to speak with you, even if it was just once,” Eren babbled along quickly.

Levi felt his eyes widen at that admission. Eren had been watching him? How long was a while? How had he never noticed him nearby? He wanted to ask Eren all of these questions but instead his lips formed very different words, an answer to Eren’s silent question. “The ocean is calming. I can enjoy peace and quiet here.”

“Is it really noisy where you live?” the merman asked, his eyes were obviously shining with curiosity.

“Very. There’s too many busybodies. There’s someone who will yammer my ear off about random topics that I couldn’t bring myself to care about. And another who likes to know every little detail about my life,” Levi suddenly stopped as he realized he was rambling. That wasn’t like him. He didn’t talk to people. Certainly not this much. It was oddly easy to speak to Eren and Levi couldn’t put his finger on why.

Eren seemed to not notice his sudden stop though, his musical laugh was echoing through the area again instead. “That sounds lively and fun though.”

“It’s annoying,” Levi instantly retorted. “Especially when I just want peace and quiet.”

Eren opened his mouth to say something more but was suddenly pulled backwards by a hand on his tail. The merman’s arms came out from under him and his head hit the wet sand with a loud thud.

Levi cringed a little on his behalf, it looked painful.

“Armin! What the hell?!” Eren snapped as he pushed his upper body back up so he could glare at the blond head of hair that rose up from farther out in the ocean.

“Eren! Please! You need to come back with me. You aren’t supposed to be this close to humans.” the blond, who’s name was apparently Armin, pleaded.

Another merman? Levi idly wondered just how many mermen actually lived in the ocean that was near his village.

“Oh please. We’ve just been talking,” Eren scoffed as he rolled his eyes.

Armin’s frown deepened and he made another insistent tug on the end of Eren’s tail with his hand. “Eren. We need to go back before Mikasa realizes that we’re missing.”

Levi raised an eyebrow at the exchange, especially after the mention of Mikasa caused Eren’s face to pale a bit but he remained silent. He saw Eren’s eyes flick towards him, the reluctance in the merman’s gaze made it clear that Eren wanted to continue speaking to him.

Deciding to pity the merman’s friend though, Levi quickly stood and brushed as much sand as he could from his clothes. “I should be heading back regardless. People will be wondering where I am.”

This wasn’t strictly true per say. Levi had of course finished his chores before he had headed down here and his mother wouldn’t be expecting him back until closer to sunset when the two would be eating dinner. But Eren didn’t need to know that.

“Oh please don’t go! I have more questions to ask you!” Eren quickly protested, completely disregarding the panic and concern that Armin continued to exude.

“Brat, go with your friend before he twists a fin.” Levi quipped back. “I’m headed back.”

With those words, he quickly spun on his head and started back to the cliff. Determined to leave and forget all the events of today. Go back to a simpler time when mermen didn’t exist.

“Wait! But you never told me your name!” Eren shouted after him and Levi heard the sand as it shifted underneath Eren. It sounded like the merman was trying to drag himself forward in the sand to get closer to Levi.

“It’s Levi,” the raven found himself replying, as he glanced over his shoulder back at Eren. It shocked him at how quickly he gave up his name. It wasn’t like he would see the merman again. This friend of his, Armin, seemed like he would rather die than let Eren come see him again.

“Levi…” the merman repeated with his sunshine smile back on his tanned face. “I’ll see you again soon Levi!”

Levi huffed a breath as he began carefully hoisting his agile body up the familiar path of the rocky outcropping to get back to the top of the cove’s cliff. “Don’t count on it brat.”

Splashes echoed behind him and caused him to turn his head back, to see the ripples in the water where the two mermen must have dived below the surface of the ocean. He stared out at the surface for a moment, almost expecting the brunette mermen to resurface to wave at him cheerily. Levi quickly shook his head and returned his attention to his task.

In no time at all, he was at the top of the rocky outcropping and was headed back to his village. Once he had returned, he found his mother tying knots and making new nets for the fisherman to use. He silently picked up a set of rope and set about helping her, even as she questioned why he was back so early.

Levi simply replied that he had gotten bored and decided to lend an extra hand instead. There was no point in telling his mother about meeting Eren. It was a one time thing and it’s not like his mother would even believe him even if he did tell her. Levi could hardly believe it himself and he had seen Eren’s tail.

The raven rapidly shook his head back and forth. That was enough. Out of sight, out of mind. He had to forget about this. Just go on with his life.

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Despite that resolution though, his encounter with Eren spun around in his head and the merman’s voice echoed in his ears. It stayed with him the rest of the week. Those turquoise pools haunted his dreams every night and then continued to distract him during his chores each day. It broke his focus so much that his mother ended up asking him multiple times if he was feeling alright or if he was possibly coming down with a cold. To which Levi simply brushed her off and told her he was fine.

As soon as his chores were done, he itched to head straight back to the cove. But every single time that he pointed his feet in that direction, Levi stopped himself. What could he possibly gain from going back there? It wasn’t as if Eren would be there waiting for him. The merman more likely than not had gotten a harsh scolding for even talking to him in the first place.

Levi just had to find another place to gain his peace and quiet and just push the merman with the alluring eyes and sunset like tail from his mind until he forgot about him. Stay away until the merman also forgot about Levi.

But no matter what he tried, he couldn’t forget about Eren.

Even worse, finding a new spot to spend his afternoons in tranquility was practically impossible. It only served to remind Levi just why he had preferred the cove so much previously. No one could find him there.

Now it seemed that no matter what location he picked as his new spot, someone found him. Hanji tracked him down behind the abandoned storage shed that was on the south edge of the village. Everyone thought it was haunted so no one usually approached it. Isabel found him at the top of the gnarly oak tree in the forest clearing twenty minutes outside of the north end of the village. There were hundreds of little clearings and thousands of trees so how she managed to track him down, Levi had no clue. Furlan even managed to find him amongst the tall grassy meadow to the village’s east.

There was no escaping. His friends - though they were really pushing their limits of deserving that title - were annoyingly persistent.

It was purely out of desperation for some true peace and quiet, that Levi finally found himself back on the path to the cove nearly a week and a half later.

It was definitely not because he hoped to catch a glimpse of shimmering blue-green eyes.

Definitely not.

Levi quickly descended the outcropping and made his way to the water. The raven would forever deny that his chest deflated when he didn’t see even a hint of turquoise or a splash of the sunset anywhere near the shore. There was no one here but him that could prove otherwise.

He settled down into his usual spot and leaned back against the familiar gray rock. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. This was fine. All it meant was that he had his cove back and he could continue coming here uninterrupted.

“Levi!”

Levi’s eyes shot open to meet those blue-green gems that he would never admit to sorely missing.

“Eren…” he breathed out the merman’s name slowly since he couldn’t believe he was actually here.

“Where have you been?” Eren questioned with an upset pout. “You haven’t come to this cove in such a long time.”

Eren had been waiting for him?

“It’s only been nine days,” Levi hesitated as he replied, not willing at all to tell the merman he had been purposefully avoiding the cove.

“That’s too long! You’re usually here every day. I was so worried that something happened to you!” Eren exclaimed in reply with wild gestures in the air.

“I’m fine, I was just a bit busy,” the lie burned in Levi’s throat and he quickly changed the topic. “What about you? I’m surprised Armin let you come back here. What happened to not interacting with humans?”

A mischievious glint flashed through Eren’s eyes. “Well… I… maybe sort of gave Armin the slip for today. He doesn’t know I’m here.”

“Sneaky aren’t you?” Levi asked, rather amused at how proud Eren seemed at his success in sneaking away.

“It’s one of my many talents,” Eren replied with a solemn, proud nod.

Levi had to resist the smile that was threatening to appear on his face and settled for a slight smirk instead. He was absolutely no closer to understanding it than he had been before, but there was something about Eren that made Levi want to speak to him.

And speak they did.

For the rest of the day and for many days after that, Levi met up with Eren at the cove and spoke to him for hours. What used to be Levi’s quiet afternoons to spend in simple tranquilty, turned into lively exchanges with the energetic merman. Time always seemed to fly by with the conversation never going dry. Levi taught Eren about his village and how things worked in the human world. In return, Eren brought him anecdotes from his own home beneath the waves.

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“But why would you choose to wear something so restricting on such marvelous things?”

“Because that’s just the way things are.”

“That’s not a good enough answer Levi. Toes are great! They shouldn’t be cramped into such barbaric things!”

“Those barbaric things keep our toes clean, Eren.”

“Who cares about being clean? I’d rather feel everything. Dirt! Roads! And what was that fluffy thing you mentioned again?”

“I care about being clean. Dirt between my toes feels disgusting and the roads are so dirty. And you’re talking about fur rugs.”

“Yes those! They have to feel so fluffy in between toes! Not feeling that would be like stuffing my tail fins into a shell or something. Zero out of ten do not recommend.”

“Why would you ever try to put your tail fins into a shell, brat?”

“No comment.”

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“So merfolk do have to avoid sharks?”

“Some of them. Some choose to befriend us but there are some species who prefer to be loners.”

“I can’t wrap my head around the idea of a friendly shark.”

“They exist I promise! Armin and I are particularly fond of this one hammerhead that circles the coral beds to the south of here. He’s got a great sense of humor.”

“A shark… with a sense of humor. Wait, you can understand sharks?”

“Sure can! Though sometimes I wish I couldn’t. The pissy loners never have nice things to say.”

“And you know this, why?”

“Because I’ve gotten into the personal space of a few loner sharks before.”

“Eren… Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Hmm.. probably but that’s what makes it fun.”

“You’re far too reckless, Brat!”

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“Wait wait. Your friend actually thinks that a fish will go near this monstrosity?”

“Hanji claims it's their new masterpiece. That it will catch us precisely forty percent more fish.”

“This… this is just a plastic coil. It doesn’t even look natural.”

“So it won’t work?”

“If your friend means to scare fish away then sure it will work.”

“Wow, how savage of you Eren.”

“I mean come on, Levi. You can’t tell me that you think any fish in their right mind would be fooled by this lure.”

“I never said I didn’t agree with you.”

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“So there’s different kinds of kelp?”

“Oh yes! The different kinds can be used differently to cure different injuries.”

“It all looks the same to me.”

“No no. Look here Levi, this kelp leaf slopes inwards more whereas this one is rounder in shape.”

“It all just looks like kelp.”

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The easy banter continued for many weeks. Eventually Levi had stopped pretending to be shocked or confused as to why it was so easy to speak to Eren. It was easier to just accept that these conversations were easily Levi’s favorite part of his day.

There were days where they weren’t able to meet of course. Treacherous weather had kept Levi away a few times. Other times Eren wasn’t able to slip away from an increasingly displeased Armin. But that just made the days they were able to talk for hours on end even more meaningful.

Today was one such day, where they actually hadn’t seen each other for the past three days. Levi had been at the cove each day, but hadn’t seen a peep of Eren. So when he had seen his friend’s brunette head pop up from beneath the waves, Levi had been secretly relieved.

The merman eagerly pulled himself up the shore to his usual spot near Levi’s rock with a huge smile and sparkling eyes.

“Levi! You’re here! Great! I have something for you!” Eren exclaimed as his smile got impossibly wider.

Levi watched as Eren carefully opened his palms and set a large pile of pearls down as gently as he could. Levi could see pearls of different colors, shapes, and sizes.

“Where did you get this many pearls?” Levi asked with a raised eyebrow.

“From clams? Where else would I get them?” Eren answered flipantly like he couldn’t understand why the raven was asking him such a thing.

“Okay, but this many…” Levi trailed off skeptically because even though he wasn’t that knowledgable about the ocean, he seriously doubted it was easy to get this many of the pretty gems.

Eren stared back at him and made a placating gesture with his hands as he spoke, “Relax Levi, there’s a trench about two hours swim away from here with tons of clams. They always have the prettiest pearls.” In the middle of his words, Levi watched as the merman picked up a few specific pearls and began fiddling with them and something white and thin that the raven couldn’t quite tell what it was.

“The same trench that you told me about last week that is frequented by tons of sharks.” Levi deadpanned, remembering the story Eren had told him last week about a particularly pissed off great white that had chased the brunette and poor Armin for miles.

“Yes,” Eren said simply as he continued fiddling with whatever he was holding and atutely not meeting Levi’s eyes.

“Eren…” Levi sighed out the merman’s name, ready to launch into yet another lecture to try to get it through the brat’s head that he shouldn’t just mess with pissy loner sharks. The merman had even said himself that there were some sharks that merfolk avoided.

As if sensing the lecture, Eren immediately pulled a face and spoke before he could. “What? I’m fineee,” he whined petulantly. “Sharks couldn’t touch me. I’m too fast.”

“Still you shouldn’t be risking it just for pearls,” Levi tried to protest. “You may think you’re fast but one day your luck is going to run out. A shark will be faster than you or pissed off enough to be able to catch you.”

Suddenly, Levi had a merman directly in his face, those shimmering pools that fluctuated between blue and green stared deep into his own silver eyes. “Oh? If I didn’t know any better, it sounds like you’re worried about me Levi.”

Levi broke eye contact and ignored the way his face warmed a little. Please goddess Ymir let it not be showing on his face. “Don’t be ridiculous, brat. I’m not concerned about you. Go get yourself eaten by a shark for all I care.”

That musical laugh that Levi would never admit he loved rang through the cove. “Aww, that’s a shame you’re not concerned about me, seeing as I got these pearls especially for you.”

If anyone asked, Levi would deny them instantly. Those words definitely did not make his face heat up even more. Now he was pretty sure that the pink color was visible on his cheeks. He turned to look back at the merman and opened his mouth to retort something sarcastic, to play off his embarrassment or scold the merman some more, anything to distract Eren from noticing how flustered he had gotten.

But his words died in his throat because when he turned to look back at Eren, the merman was holding a particular large, silver pearl up to his face with an impossibly soft look in his eyes.

“This one is perfect,” Eren breathed out softly.

“Perfect?” Levi found himself questioning, his voice also going quiet. Any of his precious rage over his embarrassment vanished at that look in Eren’s eyes. “Perfect for what?”

“It’s a perfect match for your eyes,” Eren continued with a small smile, his eyes got even softer which Levi hadn’t known was possible. “The prettiest silver color that I have ever seen.”

“You- you are- “ Levi stuttered as his brain refused to connect properly to his tongue and say a coherent sentence because just what was Eren implying with those words?

“Beautiful, a genius, immensely talented-“ Eren started to list off with a bright smile, the softness in his eyes getting replaced with a mischievous glint.

Had Levi simply imagined that moment?

“Dangerous,” was the descriptor that Levi settled on when his tongue finally decided to listen to him. There were many words that he could have chosen but he picked dangerous simply because that was the only word that he felt described Eren’s existence.

The merman had taken his previously monotone routine and completely flipped it upside down. It wasn’t just the same old chores, the same old walk to the cliffs, the same old peace and quiet down by the cove. Now his afternoons were usually filled with chatter, bright smiles, and shimmering turquoise eyes.

“Dangerously in love with you? Yes, that would be correct,” Eren’s voice shook Levi out of his thoughts but the words didn’t quite register. Had Eren just said he loved him? There was no way. Levi had to have misheard.

His silence seemed to make Eren incredibly nervous because the merman started to ramble. “It’s obviously fine if you don’t feel the same. I mean who am I kidding? I’m a merman and you’re a human, there’s no way we can possibly be together and even less of a chance that you feel the same way. I mean, Levi, you’re well, you’re you. You’re insanely pretty. You have the most amazing sense of humor. And your laugh, goddess, your laugh is prettier than any music and I love being the cause of it. Your hair shines in the sun and I could get lost in the silver depths of your eyes for hours.”

Levi sat there on the sand, completely dumbfounded as he listened to Eren’s rambling. His heart pounded a million miles an hour in his chest and he kept opening and closing his mouth as his tongue sat still in his mouth. It was being a completely useless piece of flesh that had apparently forgotten that it was supposed to help him form words.

Eren kept going as he held out what he had been fiddling nervously in his hands this entire time. “Anyways, now that I’ve gone and ruined everything. I wanted to at least give you this. Please, please accept it. I said I got those pearls for you and I meant that.”

Levi watched as Eren held up a necklace, a few of the pearls that he had gathered were suspended between intricate knots tied into a delicate white chord. What the chord was made of, Levi honestly couldn’t tell but that wasn’t what his focus was on. Because hanging free in the center of the necklace, framed by the other pearls was the big, shiny silver one that Eren had just been holding up to Levi’s face.

The one that Eren had claimed matched his eyes.

“I made this for you,” Eren’s nervous rambling got even faster as he nervously fiddled with the necklace. “The chord is braided from dried out pressed coral, it’s a technique others in my pod taught me. It should be durable and resistant to moisture. I just wanted to make you something that came from my home. To show you how much you mean to me. And well, it can totally be just a friendship necklace if that would make it less weird. You don’t even have to respond to my feelings. It can just be like it always was, as long as I don’t lose you.”

Eren trailed off and finally looked Levi straight in the eyes, having been looking around nervously at anything but the raven during his rambles. “I don’t think I could handle losing you Levi.”

Levi saw the merman’s mouth open again as if he were to start rambling again and he felt his body move before he could even process it.

“Sorry again for making things weir-” Eren started to rapidly say when Levi hurriedly pressed his lips to Eren’s own.

Levi poured everything that he was feeling, the pounding that hadn’t stopped resonating throughout his chest, the warmth in his cheeks, and the love in his heart. Everything that he couldn’t get his blasted tongue to say out loud, he poured into the kiss, hoping that he could make Eren understand him.

Because how could he not feel the same? How could the brat possibly think that Levi didn’t love him?

Because at the root of it all, that was what it boiled down to. Levi was impossibly, unfathomingly in love with Eren. The beautiful merman with the shimmering turquoise eyes that took his life and changed it for the better.

Levi pulled away from the kiss and was amused to see Eren leaning forward as if chasing after his lips, a dazed look in those blue-green eyes that somehow seemed to Levi like they were shining even brighter than before.

“Brat. I love you too,” Levi breathed the words quietly against Eren’s lips, painstakingly soft despite them being alone in this cove with no one to overhear him.

Without waiting for Eren to respond, Levi leaned back in to kiss his merman once more.

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed my little one-shot! It was originally written for RivaereriOctober2023 Day 1 Magical Creatures.

Don’t be afraid to let me know what you thought of the story! 😊

[staynoonaz9290]

Temptation - S2 (Ch. 23)

Where Maddie and Lila are back six months later, still managers of Stray Kids, navigating the world of incubi, and worse… Dealing with unexpected feelings

Group: Stray Kids

Pairing: Each SKZ Member/Fem! Reader (Third Person-Lila and Maddie)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Sexual Content (a LOT of sexual content-please don't read if this makes you uncomfortable), Sex with multiple members (at separate times), Sex-to-survive (Incubi/Succubi), Desperation, Oral Sex (M-Given/F-Given), Fingering, Language, Supernatural Love, Excessive Drinking, Crack Fic, Age Difference, Slight OOC, Slight Angst, Love Triangle

Word Count: 3,464

Main Masterlist | Stray Kids Masterlist

COMPLETE

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Chan didn’t hesitate, pressing his lips hard against hers for the third time that night, his hand snaking up her arm, moving to the back of her neck, the touch so hot, Lila was exhaling sharply.

It didn’t stop them though, only increased the rhythm of their kiss, turning his head, lips gently caressing hers, so much warmth, heat, fire pounding through Lila’s veins that she found it difficult to breathe-

Being bonded made everything stronger- the pull to him harder to resist- and she found her fingers running roughly through the strands of his hair, Chan groaning low in his throat against her lips-

“Let’s fix this,” he whispered breathlessly.

Then he was taking his palm from the back of her neck, moving his hands quite suddenly to her hips, and when his grip tightened, another gasp slipped from Lila’s lips.

Rough… felt really good.

There was something different about it- a strong surge of pleasure shooting through her- Chan dragging her across the cushions until she was far enough forward he could press gently against her shoulders, directing her to lay back.

Lila did without hesitation, Chan’s eyes bright blue again as they roamed up and down her body almost hungrily, a shiver running down her spine at the sight of it…

He climbed on top, knees on either side of her, the heat of his body radiating off of him, engulfing her, and Chan was still holding tight to her hip with one hand, the other sliding roughly up her side.

“The bonding makes this…” he hesitated, eyes flickering purple before sliding back to blue, and she saw him shudder a little. “Really intense.”

His fingers were shifting in their grip on her, and she was hissing at the shots of desire radiating from his fingertips, a knot tightening in her lower stomach, Lila lifting a little into his touch-

“Yeah,” she replied weakly, voice strained from the overwhelming amount of feeling inside her.

She felt incredibly connected, like small, infinitesimal threads were tying her to him, pulling her closer, his body calling to her-

Chan seemed to feel it, too, his fingers moving up her side stuttering a bit, slipping beneath her shirt to Lila’s back and pushing her to him.

She inhaled sharply as his hands slid down her spine to her lower back, her eyes squeezing shut, goosebumps racing across her skin at the feel of him touching such a sensitive spot, nerves already on edge.

“I almost forgot…”

At some point, Chan had lowered his body closer to her own, Lila’s heart beating in her throat, his voice directly in her ear as she tried to breathe-

“You’re sensitive there, aren’t you?”

He was teasing her- of course he hadn’t forgotten- Lila’s tiny whine making Chan chuckle, his hot breath against her skin enough to have her dying-

She wrapped her arms around his neck, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling a bit on the strands, not really thinking, just wanting more-

Chan moaned, body slipping a bit more completely on top of hers, and every nerve was sparking to life at this new position, the two of them breathing loudly together-

Lila tilted her head back just as Chan started kissing a trail down her neck, teeth coming out to nibble sharply on the skin, pulling small mewls from her throat-

“Do you like that?” he asked, biting a little harder at the junction of her neck and shoulder.

“Yes-”

She could barely get the word out, and Chan released her as his hands slipped on the cushions again, forehead resting against her shoulder.

“Holy crap,” he was shivering a little. “I can… I can feel it-”

Lila didn’t know what he meant until she was running her hands down his back, scratching harshly- maybe even too harshly- into his skin-

“Ah-”

And Chan was arching into her touch.

Suddenly she could feel it too; a blazing thrill passing through her system like a bullet, Lila’s nails still digging into his skin.

 They were actually bonded.

“Chan-”

Lila pulled her hands from his back, pushing on his shoulders, wanting so much, her brain a muddled mess with it, her thoughts spilling out before she could process it-

“-let me suck you off.”

“Shit, Lila-”

Chan was shuddering again at her words, hanging his head, voice rough-

But he seemed just as excited by the idea, lifting himself off of her, Lila standing up a little clumsily just as Chan was doing the same.

Before she could drop to her knees, tell him to sit down, or ask him anything her body was instinctually begging her to do- Chan was gripping the hem of her shirt and closing the little distance between them.

“You’ve got too many clothes on,” he muttered, already pushing up the fabric.

Lila lifted her arms, Chan pulling the shirt off and over her head and dropping it to the floor. His eyes were wandering to her chest, eyebrows lifting in slight surprise when he realized she’d skipped a bra.

But he didn’t waste any time, already pressing his lips against hers hard before his palms were sliding up her sides, so hot and desirous it was difficult for her to breathe again, her head falling back on instinct.

He was kissing down her neck quickly, nipping again at her collar bones, making Lila gasp, his hands running up to knead her breasts roughly between his fingers, thumb sliding teasingly over her nipples.

She cried out at the pleasure of it- his touch almost too much- Chan moving his mouth further down, lips caressing her skin quickly, tongue coming out to replace his thumbs-

Lila’s breaths were coming out in short gasps, the tight knot in her stomach twisting deliciously, her eyes slipping closed as she gripped uselessly at Chan’s shoulders.

He moved to her other breast with his mouth, teasing her again with his tongue, squeezing with his hands just rough enough to be exquisite, Lila moaning softly.

“You’re so sexy like this,” he breathed against her sensitized skin. “All needy-”

Chan was normally a dirty talker, but there was an edge to his voice that showed just how excited he really was, tone so wanton, another wave of heat washing over her-

He ran his hands down her sides again, taking his mouth from her and kissing a trail down her abdomen, fingers sliding into the waistband of her leggings.

Lila couldn’t think- her heart hammering in her chest, body almost like jello as Chan was gripping her hips again, almost like he was holding her up-

But then he was yanking on her leggings, pulling them down in a surprisingly smooth movement, Lila stepping out of the fabric quickly- impatiently- before Chan was running his hands up her legs.

“How about I go down on you? Ladies first, right?”

His words were soft, muttered against her skin as he kissed up her thighs, Lila unsure how long she could even stand up-

She’d completely forgotten she’d asked to suck him off in the first place.

“Chan-”

Her voice was high-pitched, nothing but his name slipping from her lips, and she heard Chan chuckle a little as one his hand hooked beneath her knee, lifting her leg.

He placed her foot upon the coffee table, effectively spreading her legs entirely, and she would’ve almost lost her balance if it weren’t for the strong grip he had on her other thigh, keeping her from toppling over.

Lila’s fingers were already threading into his hair, her body caving under the pure need for it, and the whimper that escaped her throat was all the consent Chan really needed…

She cried out as he circled his tongue very meticulously, already knowing exactly what she liked, the feeling of it so much more intense than it had ever been-

Lila was breathing heavily, gasping for air, the feel of his perfect lips upon her like that enough to have her already racing towards the edge, yanking harshly on the strands of his hair.

“Chan, shit-”

She was whining, begging him to stop, the pressure almost more than she could handle, his fingers holding tight to her thighs to keep them apart, Lila’s hips moving against him-

But Chan was enjoying this as much as she was, moaning against her, the vibrations of it making her cry out again, other hand gripping his shoulder to keep from falling over-

“Please-”

She was getting completely lost in it, her brain a puddle of melted bliss, Chan’s fingers gripping her hard enough to bruise, Lila rocking into him, the heat and pleasure of his mouth almost more than she could take-

 Then Chan was increasing his rhythm, his pressure, his everything to make it so much better that Lila couldn’t keep track of it all, her head falling back as she whined again, holding him tighter, not wanting him to stop anymore, only to keep going, the fire in her veins burning her in the best of ways-

And just like that, Lila was tumbling head first over the edge, crying out so loudly she was pressing her lips together to quiet it, Chan groaning again as he worked her through it, fingers stuttering against her skin-

Lila pushed him away gently, trying to gather her breath- think straight- and then she was opening her eyes to look at him, spotting her reflection in the mirror once more-

Her eyes were bright blue again.

Chan was looking up at her, and she pulled on his hair a bit, watching his eyelids flutter.

“I think it’s my turn now.”

Her voice was raspy and the words were corny, but Chan was looking at her with such passion, it was hard for her to notice anything else.

The man stood up rather quickly, pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the ground, like he wanted it out of the way, Lila not even remotely complaining-

Then he was sitting on the couch, Lila dropping to her knees without preamble, scooting towards him, Chan watching her every move.

Her fingers were shaking as she made quick work of the button and zipper on his pants, pulling his dick free and immediately wrapping her hand around the base, stroking up and down.

Chan groaned, back sinking more completely into the cushions, and Lila felt that same, bizarre shudder run through her own body, making her eyelids flutter-

She leaned forward, parting her lips and taking just the tip of him into her mouth, tongue circling around the rim of his head, Chan’s fingers threading instantly through his hair.

“Ah, God, Lila-” he breathed, head falling back, eyes squeezing shut. “Yes-”

She’d barely done anything, and yet she could feel how good that was for him, her eyes closing completely now, taking more of him into her mouth, wanting to please him.

Her tongue ran languidly along the length of him as she lowered her head, taking more and more into her mouth, feeling wave after wave of desire coursing hot and fast through her veins.

“Shit.”

Chan was holding her hair so hard it was yanking on her, but the rush of that felt so good, and she mewled just a little, hearing the man’s breath hitch above her.

She started off slow, wanting to taste him a bit, Chan groaning low in his throat, holding her hair and directing her up and down, hips already lifting up into it-

“Ah, Lila, that feels so good,” his words were almost slurred, drunk off the pleasure of it, more heat burning beneath her skin.

She increased the rhythm, her tongue swiping across his slit as he hissed loudly, hips lifting into her mouth again.

“Ohmygod,” he breathed, holding her tight, voice a little edgy. “Fuck, I don’t- You’ve gotta stop-”

Lila could feel it, the prickling sparks in her veins telling her Chan was already getting close to finishing, and she pulled off with a quiet pop.

He already looked a bit wrecked, bare upper body shiny with sweat, eyes fluttering open, flickering between purple and blue as he looked at her, expression so amazed, like she wasn’t real-

“Come here.”

He stood up from the couch, holding out his hand to help her up, and as soon as she was standing, Chan turned her around, pulling her back against his front.

Leaving hurried, almost uncoordinated kisses down her neck, Lila tilted her head back with a sigh, Chan’s palms caressing her sides before holding her waist, guiding her forward.

Lila was only confused for a second when her legs hit the end of the couch, realizing what he wanted as soon as he was pushing against her back.

She climbed onto the cushions on her knees, gripping the back of the couch with her hands, back arched naturally as Chan stepped closer behind her, running his hand up her body appreciatively.

“Wow, you look good like this,” she heard him mumble, Lila’s head hanging down the second his hands were sliding between her legs, spreading them again.

She could feel him lining himself up, the burning tension of it almost more than she could bear, Lila’s bottom lip lodged between her teeth.

Then, Chan was thrusting forward in one fluid motion, the feel of it so perfect that they moaned together, Lila’s fingers curling into the edge of the couch.

“Oh-”

His hands were back on her hips, holding her tight, bringing her to him as he set a fast, desperate kind of rhythm, the roughness good for her, too, another knot already forming in Lila’s stomach-

“Holy shit-” Chan sounded like he could barely breathe, guiding her onto him while moving his own hips, the force of it sending Lila’s heart rate through the roof. “You feel- Ah- You feel perfect-”

Lila whined loudly, moving into his rhythm because holy hell he felt perfect too, a deep burning within her she’d never experienced before, the pressure of this new arousal almost too much again-

“Does it feel good?” he was asking, fingers squeezing her hips, other hand tracing the sensitive curve of her back, Lila shuddering with a gasp. “I know it does-”

She knew he could feel how amazing this was for her like she could feel it for him, thrumming through her system, a fiery buzz, and Lila was nodding weakly, barely able to speak.

“Yes,” she answered. “Yeah, Chan, it’s-”

But she couldn’t think of a word good enough, the man moving faster, her body melting even more with this new angle, a high-pitched moan ripping from her throat as she held tightly to the couch-

“I fucking love you,” he said, voice rough but so full of feeling as he moved. “I love you so much, Lila-”

And past the arousal, the burn, the pleasure, Lila could feel a much deeper warmth in her core, chest bursting with emotion and love and desire all at once, her eyes tingling, Lila knowing they were blue-

“I love you too,” she said breathlessly. “So much-”

She couldn’t say everything she was thinking; that this was so incredible, that she’d never been this connected to anyone else, and she didn’t think she ever would be.

Lila couldn’t tell him everything she loved about him and how happy she was to be bonded to him, no matter how scary it had been.

She couldn’t do much at all, besides cry out again as Chan moved even faster, seeming encouraged by her words, hands moving past her hips and to her front, slipping in between her legs, fingers curling in to draw perfect, circular patterns with the rhythm of their hips-

Lila whimpered loudly, gasping at the feel of that combined with everything else, Chan’s groan echoing in the small studio as he moved even harder.

“Fuck-”

His hips were uncoordinated, Lila moving with him to keep the pace, and they both moaned at that, Chan’s fingers still moving, Lila’s skin hot and flushed-

And then Chan was letting out a loud, guttural groan, holding her so harshly, Lila was gasping at the painful pleasure of it as the man worked his way through his orgasm.

His small breathy sounds and muttered words as he moved sent Lila falling over the edge for the second time that night, stars popping behind her eyelids now, her head falling against the wall as she moaned.

They moved together for a moment before Chan was stopping, his hand sliding upwards to hold her middle, Lila’s body slumping a bit with pure exhaustion and contentment.

After another moment of them both trying to catch their breaths, Chan was pulling away, Lila whining a little at the loss. But the man was laying across the couch just as she was standing up straight, beckoning her to come to him, and she did so without hesitation, body curling perfectly into his own.

They laid there in silence at first, Lila listening to the beat of Chan’s heart as her head rested upon his chest, his hand sliding absentmindedly up and down her arm.

She laid there in the absolute perfection of their bodies wrapped together like this, the warmth of him sinking deep beneath her skin, eyes sliding closed as she hummed softly.

“That was incredible,” Chan said quietly, breaking the silence, sounding both shocked and amazed by everything.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “It really was…”

 Silence fell amongst them again as she thought of everything that had just transpired in the last hour or so.

They were bonded…

She and Chan were completely bonded.

They’d said I love you and things were different now, but still very much the same, Lila still happiest when she was with him, Chan still holding her like she was the most important person in the world to him…

Supernaturally tied together, they were about to start a whole new chapter in their relationship.

“Wait…”

Lila’s voice was soft and a little weak, but she’d just thought of something, lifting her cheek from his chest to look up at him.

Chan glanced down, his dark eyes shifting to blue for only a second before sliding back to their usual brown.

“If we’re bonded, does that mean Maddie has to be emergency back-up for all the rest of the guys?”

Lila wasn’t sure how the rules of bonding worked and if she could even help anyone else now- that was something they’d have to talk about later- but Chan was chuckling a little, looking slightly surprised.

“Uh… yeah,” he admitted, with a small grin. “Yeah it does. We might need a third manager.”

Lila giggled, too content to worry about that at this exact moment, snuggling back into Chan as her eyes slipped closed once more.

“Yeah…”

Her words were barely louder than a whisper, Chan’s fingers still sliding up and down her arm in a rhythmic motion.

“We just might.”

To Be Continued...

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[laalaaisqueen]

Rewrite of the Cure AU-Chapter 10: Snowy Troubles

“We have another distress signal.” A pink Teletubby was typing away on the communication device.

“Do we have to send another team out?” Richard peeked over though he didn’t understand anything that was showing on the screens.

“Can you just sit down and wait for more details?” Lenny threw a sarcastic comment in the Captain’s direction much to Guardian’s surprise.

However Richard actually did sit down at the table across the room.

“Are there any messages?”

“No.”

“What is the source of the signal?”

The tall pink tubby adjusts her headphones and presses more keys in a fast pace.

“It seems to be coming from a fortress.”

Lenny shakes his head. “There is literally no way any computer is in a fortress of all things, no one is being sent into a possible death trap.”

Guardian turns his body when he hears someone walk into the room, the baby in his hoodie copied his action but only with his head.

It was Unit, looking irritated as always.

Where is… He paused in his signing, seeing Richard at the table. He walks up to the red captain who tilted his head.

Guardian of course wasn’t aware the half robot was exasperatedly signing to Richard about the monster in the mountains.

He didn’t even know Lenny was also watching until he spoke.

“What do you mean you were sent to kill him?”

Everyone in the room froze at the cold tone of his voice. Guardian covers the baby’s ears, you know, just in case.

He couldn’t really tell if Lenny was upset or angry. Maybe something very close to anger.

Unit seemed to be moving his fingers in a panic. The equivalent of a voice stuttering out of fear.

Lenny continued to glare hot daggers at Unit but he didn’t say anything else to him, instead pulled out his phone.

“Leopard, we’re going to be bringing a bit of the cure to the mountains.”

“Why? Is there a monster there?”

“...sure.”

“Why do you sound so huffy about it? You were just fine about the spider tubby.”

“Because the sword robot called tiny a ‘monster’.”

Unit stared baffled at Lenny’s back. He didn’t need to sign anything, Guardian could guess what was going on in his head.

Why did he say monster like that?

“Won’t we freeze to death?”

“We’ll just inject our wrists with a chemical that’ll prevent any sort of harm to the body.”

“Anything else?”

“Grab Cricket’s leftover ribs from the fridge.’

“Why am I risking death for ribs?”

“In case he’s not willing to drink the cure.”

“Alrighty.”

Lenny hangs up and adjusts his lab coat before leaving the room without another word.

Anne meet at helicopter you’re the most efficient driver we’re flying to the Mountains.

Tisa raises an eyebrow at the almost vibrating Teletubby. “How did you get here so fast?”

“Saw the four words and I ran as fast as I could.”

“...Didn’t you read the rest of it?” Lenny pulls out the syringe from his pocket.

“...What’s that for?” Anne’s smile falters.

He hands it to Tisa. “I’m never going to hear the end of it if you happen to freeze to death.”

The black Tele approaches while Anne looks baffled.

“If you had read the whole text, you would have known we are going to the Mountains, you need this chemical in your bloodstream to keep your body warm.”

“Ah. Makes sense.” She pulls down her jacket sleeve.

And clenches her teeth at the following pain.

“...Wait, are you holding Finn’s leftover ribs?” She finally noticed the container that Tisa had passed to Lenny. “Are you suicidal?”

“We need them since it’s the only cooked meat we have at the moment.” Lenny steps into the helicopter. “Now let’s hurry, I don’t know if I trust the Snowball to be on his own for long.”

Anne pouts, folding her arms. Maybe she should have read the full text, if she had, she would have put on like five jackets.

“We should be back soon.” Lenny ties the lower parts of his coat around his waist so it wouldn’t be dragging in the snow.

“What if you’re dead? What do I do then?”

He scoffs. “I will not allow that to become an outcome.”

Tisa already wanted to leave, the snowflakes trying to glue themselves to her lashes. She couldn’t even wipe her face because of the container she’s carrying. They had poured the clear liquid onto the ribs. She wasn’t even sure how they would find this creature.

Lenny scan over the snow, the purple light almost acting as spotlights. He wouldn’t say why his eyes glowed like that. He hesitatingly begins walking in a direction much to her confusion.

It’s not like Lenny was afraid of encountering the beast.

It felt like ages until she saw something dark and big pacing back and forth. Until the purple lights landed on it.

It turned towards them so suddenly, Tisa almost ran away. She wanted to, worried it would kill them both. It had a familiar mask on.

Familiar because she vaguely recognized the mask from a picture Lenny showed to her the first day she came to the base. (Apparently it was to test something, he didn’t seem to care at all about her criminal record. She still doesn’t know how she passed the ‘test’.)

He never specified about the kids names were, but basically every single person who works at the base knows what he calls them. The Tiny one had this mask halfway on his face.

Obviously he wasn’t tiny anymore but the mask and hairstyle were similar. But Lenny had implied the three kids in the picture were dead.

“Tisa.”

The sound of her actual name makes her flinch back into reality, she almost panicked seeing the feral looking male slowly inching towards them. Lenny must had been trying to get her attention.

She opens the container and he pauses, somehow smelling the ribs despite them being anything but warm. She shoves the plastic into Lenny’s hands, praying that he wouldn’t decide to eat the two warm Teletubbies over the cold meat.

Then he did something that for once horrified her.

He tossed it at the towering Tubby, luckily he desperately caught it and began tearing into the ribs.

“Lenny what the hell?! He could have dropped the whole thing in the snow!”

Lenny just shrugs with a breathy noise before covering his ears.

That’s only when Tisa remembered Po’s reaction to the cure. She was unsure and a bit paranoid when nothing seemed to be happening to his body.

He suddenly felt like someone punched him in the ribs. He dropped the box and held a large hand to his chest. Then again and he felt himself fall onto the snow. He desperately pulls the mask back down to muffle a pained scream.

“Shit, fuck, I’m so sorry.” A vaguely familiar voice cut through the painful panic.

“Shit, fuck, I’m so sorry!” Lenny had been trying to get the new shock collars off of them but ended up shocking them both.

Yeti slowly pulled up his mask, his hands feeling smaller, and almost was blinded by a purple light.

“Shit. Sorry, too close.” He hears the person push himself on his feet, getting out of the kneeling position he had most likely been in.

He looks up again when his eyes don’t hurt as much and nearly had a heart attack seeing a tall Teletubby with a white lab coat. Until he slowly realized he vaguely recognized his eyes.

He wasn’t wearing glasses and his hair was shorter than he remembered, but he clearly remembers his expressive eyes, just as clear as...Lucky...practically screaming at Lenny. Yeti shakes his head free of that memory.

“So is he not going to eat us? Because I’m getting fucking cold.”

He only now notices the black Teletubby next to Lenny. He blankly stares at them, what the heck was going on with their whole chest? Rare genetic disease?

“And sir, control your weirdo kid, he’s staring at my chest.”

“..Apologies, you’re the first woman he’s seen.”

Yeti opens his mouth to reply with something when he’s suddenly blinded by the coat Lenny was wearing. “Gah!”

“Lenny are you insane? YOU might freeze to death.”

“He’s not wearing any clothes Tisa, and I have another one, you know that.”

...Yeah that’s right, his clothes had ripped when he grew bigger. The smell and warmth of the coat reminded him of something he’s been itching for who knows how long.

“Yeti wants french toast.” The dumbass robot didn’t even know what it is.

“That’s all you have to say?”

Yeti hears crunching of snow and probably the sound of boots walking. He stumbles onto his own boots in a panic, worried that he planned on leaving him here. It was a hassle since he had to lift the dragging parts of the coat so he wouldn’t trip or accidentally tear it.

If he wasn’t so focused on catching up to the taller male, he probably would have noticed the black fur woman’s cautious steps behind him.

“Couldn’t you have chose somewhere warmer to be a...whatever you were. It’s so cold here.” She grumbles behind.

“I...didn’t have a choice?” Are all women this weird?

“Don’t stress him out.” Lenny huffs.

Suddenly he stops making Yeti almost bump into him. He looks up and sees a...he swears he’s seen it in a book Lenny showed them once.

“Are you going to get on or just stare at it all night?”

“I will kill everyone in this helicopter if I die in this snow because of him.” The woman squints at both of them.

“Don’t do that! I still have zombies to shoot!” A new voice protests from inside the helicopter.

Yeti cautiously steps inside. “Where is this even going?”

“To the base.” The black woman slides into one of the seats, still squinting at him.

“...Base.” What did that even mean.

“There’s a kitchen there so you can get french toast from there.” Lenny sits in the seat next to her.

Yeti pauses before finally sitting down across from them. He silently watches as the snow and ice gets further away.

“...What happened to Lenny’s hair?”

He emits a confused noise before he realized what he meant. “Oh. I cut it.”

“Why?” Lenny had never showed dislike towards his tied back hair, so why cut it?

“...I’ll explain at a later date.”

Yeti huffed, slouching in his seat.

A sudden thought came to him, so suddenly that he straightened up. Mortified and guilty that it slipped his mind. He opens his mouth to ask, but remembered that Lenny probably didn’t know.

The indigo Teletubby sighs heavily. “I do not know where Cave and Arrow are currently.”

Yeti slumps for a different reason this time.

“We’ll figure that out after you get a blood test.”

He tenses up a bit. “Yeti doesn’t want to be poked with a needle.”

“Well if you want to turn into a flesh eating beast again, who am I to stop you?” Lenny shrugs a bit.

Yeti looks at his hands. “This isn’t permanent?”

“No, we need a sample of your blood so a medication can be made so you can stay in control.”

“Oh.” Yeti still didn’t want to be poked with a needle, but he also didn’t want to eat flesh again. Since he might end up trying to eat Lenny.

But to be honest he wouldn’t feel bad if he ate the woman. Seriously, their chest is so weird.

“Yeti.”

Startled, he looks at Lenny’s sudden stern expression. “What?”

“It’s rude to stare.”

“But they’re weird.”

“It’s offensive to a woman.”