#a wholesome first meeting

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ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜰᴀʟʟ — ʟᴇᴠɪᴀᴛʜᴀɴ 🍋

𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: Obey Me!

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Leviathan + Reader

𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨: NSFW

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 7,290

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: You could only see half of his face, lit warmly in the dim glow. His eyes caught in the light like deep, polished bronze, from an angle that highlighted little flecks of gold in his irises. He looked pensive; deep in thought, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

You wanted to kiss him.

OR 

A simple good night kiss leads to much more than you bargained for. Not that you’re complaining.

The day had been long, but you’d had an unexpected amount of fun. The food had been delicious, as food always seems to be when one prepares it themselves. Levi had gotten to actually socialize for once, and you’d gotten him out of his shell a little. You’d adored seeing his face light up the way it had, and you made a mental note to watch the anime he’d been going on about all day when you returned to the Devildom, even though an after school fishing anime wasn’t really something you considered to be up your alley.

It had been the first time he’d had a s’more. The look of utter wonder on his face was something you wished you’d taken a picture of. It endeared you almost to tears.

Sleep tugged at your eyelids, and you yawned. Your body felt well-worked, leaving that pleasant, exercised soreness in your muscles. Your hair was damp from the rinse you’d taken at the campground showers, soothingly cool on your neck. The inflatable mat beneath your body was surprisingly comfortable, and the soft blankets that cocooned your body surrounded you in a bubble of warmth.

You happily reflected on the day, letting imaginary scenarios play in your head until they devolved into nonsense as your consciousness began to slip away.

“I can’t fall asleep.”

Startled from the dregs of your half slumber by Leviathan’s voice, you shifted your body before turning over to face him.

In the dim light, you could see his silhouette, lavender hair backlit by the single bonfire burning a ways away at the neighboring campsite. His skin looked almost ghost white, eyes the color of deep liquid gold. It took you a second of staring and letting your eyesight adjust to the light that you realized he was looking at you, studying your expression. A demon thing, you supposed. Unlike you, he was probably able to see perfectly in the dark.

You met his eyes, unable to read what was in them in the dark. You shifted closer, watching as his shoulders tensed, undoubtedly nervous by your sudden increased proximity. Sighing, you flopped down on your pillow again, letting your eyes fall closed.

“‘M sleepy,” you said, and Leviathan let out a breath.

“That’s not fair. I wish I could get sleepy, too.”

A smile made your mouth curve up. “You will. Just close your eyes, Levi.”

But you heard no movement, and when you pried open your eyes again, he was still the same as he had been, with his head propped up on his hand. You yawned again, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands, then letting them fall closed. You weren’t surprised he wasn’t tired, he was well known for staying up until dawn playing games and watching anime. His sleep schedule was probably virtually nonexistent, if demons even had sleep schedules.

Though, with sleeping being one of the only things Belphie did, you imagined they had something similar.

“Is there anything you like to do to make yourself sleepy when you can’t sleep?” You asked, pulling the blankets up higher. The fall of night had brought a chill along with it.

“I usually play a game until I feel tired,” Levi said, “but I didn’t bring anything to do that with.”

You hummed in thought, shuffling closer again, opening your eyes once more to look at him.

You could only see half of his face, lit warmly in the dim glow. His eyes caught in the light like deep, polished bronze, from an angle that highlighted little flecks of gold in his irises. He looked pensive; deep in thought, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

You wanted to kiss him.

The thought made you jump internally, but grew stronger as you watched his mouth. You supposed you shouldn’t be too surprised at yourself, you’d known that Levi would give you trouble from the second you met him. The way he looked at you made your stomach swarm with butterflies, and his genuine passion for his interests endeared you very deeply. It didn’t help that he was prettier than anyone had any right to be.

You really wanted to kiss him. A good night kiss, you could call it. Leave them wanting more, Asmodeus always said. A quick, chaste kiss, a giggle, and that would be it. You’d leave him flustered and stuttering, an adorable blush on his pale cheeks. Your hands folded together under the blankets as you mulled the idea over in your head, and Levi didn’t see you looking.

He moved to lay on his side, his head landing on his pillow. You shuffled closer once more. A good night kiss. You’d seen him looking at your lips before, when he thought you weren’t paying attention. You’d seen him doing it earlier that day, when you were eating s’mores by the fire. He’d told you that you had chocolate on your lip, and when you licked it away, his gaze lingered far longer than anyone with platonic feelings for a person would look. You’d wanted to kiss him then, too.

This was probably a bad idea. You probably misread the situation. But nonetheless, you never know unless you try. It was better to find out instead of shoving your feelings down. Late night chat sessions with Asmo seemed to have some useful bits of advice, it seemed.

Slowly, you moved closer once more, and in a smooth motion, your mouth pressed to his. It lingered for just a few seconds before you were pulling away, your nerves strung so tight you thought they might break.

But as you were beginning to roll over to bury your face in the pillow, his hand shot out, catching your wrist, and freezing you in your tracks.

“I— I didn’t know you were awake,” he said, voice hushed, almost awed, “you startled me. Was that— a good night kiss?”

You nodded. “It was. I’m sorry, I—”

“That’s not fair,” Levi said, “how do you expect me to get tired now?”

Spurred on by his words, you kissed him again. He made a soft noise of surprise before his hands were gingerly cupping your cheeks, and he was kissing you back with a tenderness that made your heart feel like it was doing backflips in your chest. His lips were surprisingly soft, and his skin was feverishly warm against yours, sending heat bone deep as you pressed closer.

Your arms slid up and around his neck, fingers threading into his hair, and you felt his breath hitch against your mouth as you did. It was his turn to move closer, closing the gap between your bodies so you were flush against him.

He pulled back, just a little, and when you tried to close the gap again, he met you with a chaste kiss before speaking.

“That isn’t helping,” he grumbled, “more kisses aren’t going to help me sleep, they’ll just rile me up more.”

You blinked at him, innocently. “Do you want to stop?”

“No!” He said, a little too quickly, “I mean— no, I don’t. That made me really happy. I want to keep kissing you. I’ve wanted to kiss you forever. But why would you want to kiss me? I’m just a worthless—”

You kissed him again, cutting him off. You refused to hear him put himself down, not when you were here. He held you fast, his fingers bunching into the fabric of your sleep shirt so tight you were slightly afraid he would tear it. His mouth tasted like the marshmallows you’d been eating before tucking into bed, and you were sure your own was the same.

“Don’t call yourself that,” you said against his mouth, and his hands moved down to the bend of your waist, pulling you closer.

You pulled back, just a little, just to look at him, to make sure he heard you well.

“I want to kiss you because it’s you, Levi. Don’t call yourself worthless,” you said, “you deserve this.”

He was suddenly kissing you like he was afraid you’d disappear, one of his hands sliding up your body to tangle into your hair, his opposite arm winding around your waist. His kisses were feverish and all-consuming, desperate, like he was drowning and you were the oxygen he so badly needed.

His tongue brushed against the seam of your lips, and you parted them to allow him to slide his tongue against yours. He was unexpectedly good at kissing for someone who spent so much time shut in his room, but you were enjoying it far too much to wonder where he got the practice from. He was a couple thousand years old, after all. You expected that probably brought experience of all sorts.

Your fingers raked through his hair, making his breath shudder and his grip tighten. He was almost melting into your touch, and you felt your head growing foggier and foggier as his nails scraped against your scalp. He was kissing you like this was the last chance he’d ever get, like you were disappearing, and you held him tight to let him know you weren’t going anywhere.

He broke away, his eyes wild, desperate, and you stared back at him, disoriented and bleary, questioning.

“Tell me you don’t want this, I’m waiting for it,” he hissed, his tone as brittle as a dry leaf and full of self-deprecating venom, “push me away, tell me to stop.”

“No,” you said, trying to look as sure as you could, “I won’t say that. I want this. Please don’t stop.”

He was suddenly above you, eyes glowing, smoldering, like bronze embers in the dark, and you could feel the air around you heat up. A thrilling shot of adrenaline ejected itself into your bloodstream as you stared up at the demon above you, and you raised your hands to cup his face. He shuddered, leaning into the touch, like it was salve to a burn.

“Levi,” you said, “what do you want?”

Without hesitation, he answered.

“You.”

You smiled. “I’m already yours.”

Another shudder, his restraint wavering. “You don’t know what you’re saying. You’re being unfair, messing with me like this. It isn’t fair.”

“Leviathan,” you said, “kiss me. I want you to kiss me. I’m telling you, right now, what I want. I kissed you because I wanted it. I want you.”

He surged forward to crush his mouth to yours, and when your hands rose to his hair once more, you could feel that his horns had manifested themselves in the heat of it all. Desperate, desirous feelings were undoubtedly coursing through the Avatar of Envy at your admission, and the kisses he was giving you were all-consuming, like he was trying to join himself to you, overlapping as one. His hands were on your waist, wavering, and you could feel him hesitating before you grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips, making it clear to him that all of this was so much more than okay.

He snarled against your mouth, an inhumanly low, possessive sound produced from deep in his chest, sending forks of lightning down your spine. He was losing control, and strangely, not one part of you wanted him to stop. Any of that hesitance he always seemed to carry with him had all but drained away, replaced with raw desperation as his fangs nipped your lower lip, breaking from your mouth to graze along the your jaw, the tendons in your throat, the sharp points scraping against the vulnerable skin. A gasp slipped past your lips, prompting him to look up at you.

“Did that hurt? Do you want me to stop?”

Before he could react, you flipped him over so you were on top of him, straddling his waist. His eyes looked like burning cinders in the dark, their pupils blown wide as he gazed up at you. He looked like a predator, yet the demon beneath you was completely at your mercy.

“Leviathan,” you said, voice soft, “for once in your life, I am giving you permission to be greedy. You have nothing to be envious of, because I am yours. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be. Tell me, what do you want? What do you want to do?”

Again, you were beneath him, his mouth on yours, lips fever hot. He kissed you, frenzied, for a few moments, before he pulled back, his mouth dragging along the shell of your ear.

”You want to know what I really want? Hm?” He rumbled, his voice low, husky, “I want to make you mine. I want to make it so nobody else can have you, only me. That’s what I want. You better choose your next words carefully, human, because I don’t know how much more of your pushing I can take. Do you want to take that risk, is that it?”

You felt a delighted shiver pass through your body, the hot singe of danger thrilling you beyond words. All you’d wanted to do was give him a good night kiss, and maybe hold him close until you were both asleep. You had hardly expected him to react like this, but really, you weren’t complaining. You’d thought about this before, about him, fantasized about it, when you were alone, late at night in your room.

“What risk is that?” You finally managed, your nerves tangled in an excited, frenzied ball in the pit of your stomach.

“That risk,” Leviathan said, “is something you already know. You’re tempting me, human, and if you keep going, I can’t promise I won’t give in.”

You yanked him forward, holding his face, forcing him to look at you.

“Who says I don’t want that, Levi? I’m laying myself out for you— I’m inviting you in. I wouldn’t do that if I didn’t want you, completely.”

Another tug, your lips at his ear. “I’m telling you to do whatever you want to me.”

The glow of his irises seemed to brighten as he shuddered, a dangerous hunger setting itself to a rolling boil before he was on you, everywhere, his mouth colliding with yours as his hands rucked up your shirt, and you gasped at the feel of his palms on your bare skin.

He broke away to mouth at your neck, fangs pricking at your clavicle, the collar of your sleep shirt, and you moved to shrug the garment over your head, causing him to pause, wide eyed, as he stared at your chest. His staring made you somewhat self conscious, but you still felt a jolt of pride at the way his famished gaze roved over your body.

“Can I touch you?” He said, voice lower than you’d ever heard it before, causing heat to pool between your thighs.

“Yes,” you said, voice barely there, but he heard you well enough.

The feel of his hands on your skin made you bite your lip to keep from crying out, and when he rolled a nipple between his fingers, your back arched. Fuck, you were going to have trouble staying silent, especially when he was nudging his knee between your thighs, his mouth burning hot as it traveled down the column of your throat. With your remaining focus, you gathered your energy and muttered a quick incantation, a charm that kept sound from escaping the area affected— in this case, the tent. The pulse of magic didn’t go unnoticed by Levi, who paused for a millisecond as you cast the spell, but was otherwise undeterred.

It seemed he didn’t want to be interrupted or overheard, either. The implication of your shared desire only excited you further.

Plush lips dragged across the top of your breast, and your head fell back as his mouth encircled your nipple, rolling it under his tongue. Fuck, he was so warm. Everything about him was burning with suffocating heat, and you remembered vaguely that Lucifer once told you that demons had higher body temperatures than humans did. Right then, that worked out well in your favor, and you squirmed as his touch left trails of flame in its wake.

His fangs dragged against your nipple, making you shiver, and when he soothed it with the flat of his tongue, you rewarded him with a moan. You pushed at his shirt, and he moved back, just for a second, to yank the fabric above his head before resuming his ministrations on your body in earnest. You whined at the feel of his skin touching yours, and he met the sound with a groan of his own. Fuck, you wanted to hear more of those sounds, which were far too angelic to be coming from a demon’s lips.

Warm hands gripped at the waistband of your sleep shorts, and you lifted your hips to let him slide them off, leaving you in your panties.

“I wanna make you scream for me,” he breathed, mouth dragging down your sternum, “I don’t want you to think about anyone else, just me.”

Your breath trembled, words lost as you basked in the attention he was giving you with his mouth, and he groaned, punch drunk on the taste of your skin.

“I can have you,” he snarled, “all of you. You’re all mine.”

Through the possessive, jealous haze, it almost sounded like he was trying to convince himself. In response, and the only reassurance you could manage, you let out a breathy whine as his mouth reached your stomach, devolving into a moan when his lips brushed against your hipbone.

“You want more, human?” He asked, gaze sultry, “that what it is?”

Your stomach twisted, hot arousal making you squirm in his hold, and when his his thumbs dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, grazing the sensitive flesh, you felt that arousal grow almost unbearable.

“Levi, please,” you keened, “please— ah!”

He cut you off as he moved between your thighs, mouth pressing a hot kiss against your clothed cunt, and the heat of his breath sent your thoughts spinning into outer space. His tongue passed over the fabric, and you felt desperation coil inside of you, because it wasn’t enough, not without direct contact. You had a feeling he knew that very well when you felt his lips curl into a smile against your thigh.

When his tongue passed over you again, your back arched, and his hand flattened across your lower stomach, holding you in place as he teased you with another brush of his tongue, his breath, his lips, and when he finally used his knuckle to move the fabric aside, exposing you to him, you almost choked on air.

His nose bumped against your entrance before his tongue was dragging up and along your cunt, slow as he pleased, in lazy, indulgent licks that made your head feel like it was stuffed full of cotton balls and all other sorts of fluff and emptiness. He groaned into your flesh, dragging his tongue up again, and again, and again before he was pulling your panties the rest of the way off, then hiking your thighs up and over his broad shoulders, holding you in place with an unshakable grip.

Your head fell back against the pillow as you let your world shrink down to what Levi was doing between your thighs, the way he was savoring you like a man starved, and when you moaned, it was a breathy, desperate sound that you hardly recognized as your own. His name left your lips in something akin to a prayer, or maybe it was malediction, because the creature between your legs was anything but holy. Your hands drifted to his hair, bumping against his horns before wrapping around the base of them, and he was groaning into your cunt, his lazy pace picking up.

His tongue found your clit, drawing easy circles around it and making your hips jerk against him, prompting him to tighten his grip, blazing eyes meeting yours. You saw insatiable, burning hunger in those eyes, possessive and captivating enough to make you whimper.

“Hold still,” he snarled, voice positively beastly, sending dizzying arousal into your bloodstream like you’d taken a hit of a drug.

This was about possession as well as passion, showing you exactly who you belonged to, and who could make you feel this way, like you were burning from the inside out. You could feel him, mouthing at your flesh with uncontained need, drinking in your cries of ecstasy. Your fingers tightened to a white-knuckled grip on his horns, eyes screwing shut, and you felt him groan against you, long and low, sending shockwaves up your spine.

You could feel his fingers, pressing at your entrance, as his mouth engulfed your clit, tongue rolling over it. You tried to move, to buck your hips, anything to have something inside of you, but he snarled, keeping you still as he teased you. Long, thick digits slipped just past your entrance before withdrawing, making you squirm, the sharp point of one of his horns biting into your palm as you held on for deal life.

“Please,” you choked, “fuck, please.”

Another growl, low and self-satisfied, and you whimpered when he slipped a finger inside of you, too slowly for your linking. He was making you desperate, and you sobbed in frustration and pleasure, toes curling tight as he rolled your clit under his tongue in slow, broad licks. It felt so good you could hardly think, and when he was suddenly, finally pushing his fingers inside of you, it made you see stars.

“Oh, fuck— Levi—”

His fingers curled up, bumping against a spot that made those stars explode across your vision, and you gave a breathless cry as he withdrew, only to fill you once more. You could feel that familiar coil forming in your belly, the type of addictive sensation that makes you desperate for more as sinful pleasure thrummed through your veins, under your skin, and his mouth felt like it was burning you as he pressed open mouthed kisses along your sensitive inner thighs before latching back onto your clit.

His tongue flicked against you, before pressing harder, and you squirmed helplessly beneath him, fingernails dragging along his horns and making him growl. His fingers curled again, knuckle deep, and fuck, how could you ever use your own hands again when his reached spots you didn’t even know existed? It was agonizingly blissful, but you couldn’t get enough.

Your climax was drawing closer and closer, and you could do little to quiet yourself as he didn’t show any signs of slowing down, not that you even needed to. Your hips jerked, and you gasped, allowing him to hear you sob his name, begging for more, for anything that would bring you to your high, because where the hell did he learn do to this?

His pace was picking up speed, his tongue pressing down hard as he lapped at your clit, flicking it against the sensitive skin, fingers curling, and you could hardly stop yourself from letting the stricken mewl slip from between your lips, a high-pitched, almost pathetically desperate sound that made him growl against you. You were so fucking close, but he was doing nothing to stop you from tumbling towards that edge, and when you tried to warn him, the only sound that came out of your mouth was a trembling moan.

Your orgasm hit you with the force of a tidal wave, and he was the riptide, holding you against him with an iron grasp, working you through your climax and into the realm of overstimulation, into that realm of delicious, overwhelming pleasure. You moaned, deep in your throat, back bowing, and he made a low, desperate sound into your skin. You were throbbing, pulsing around his fingers, and they continued to pump in and out of you until you were dropping your hands from his hair to knot into the blankets, fingers pressing almost painfully against your palms through the fabric.

“Too sensitive, too sensitive— Leviathan, please—”

Fuck, fuck, he wasn’t stopping. Your mouth fell open, eyes rolling back into your head, your toes curling tight, a strangled, sobbing whine rising in your throat. You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, and you tossed your head back, so helplessly entangled in blissful rapture. You felt yourself getting close again, coiling so tight you felt like you might shatter into pieces. Little, helpless pleas were slipping from your lips, and you weren’t even sure what you were saying, just that it made him growl against you, the vibrations of the sound sending you over the edge once more with an unrestrained wail of his name.

You saw white as he continued to move, giving a whine of his own against your cunt, and you yanked a hand up to cover your mouth, teeth sinking into the side of your palm, thrashing in his hold as you convulsed. You were helpless and needy and so sensitive that all you could do was lay there and take everything he gave you.

Finally, mercifully, he moved back, and you allowed yourself to go boneless against the surface beneath your body, chest heaving as you fought to catch your breath. You whimpered as he withdrew his fingers from inside of you, and you watched as he licked the digits clean before he was propping himself up on his knees.

You forced yourself to sit up, moving towards him to rest your forehead against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your body, nose pressing into your hair.

“Can you handle more?” He asked, and you felt your heart skip several beats.

“Yeah,” you said, “I can. But let me rest for a second, okay?”

You scooted closer, tugging him down to lay beside you, and joining your lips together with his. He kissed you languidly, deeply, and you hooked a leg around his waist, moving your hips to press against his, making him give a stricken hiss. One of his hands gripped at your waist, holding you in place as he ground himself against you, reveling in the feel of his clothed cock against your bare cunt. He was so hard, and when you palmed him through his sweatpants, he groaned into your mouth.

It couldn’t be comfortable to be confined in fabric like that, and when your fingers toyed with the hem of the garment, you felt the muscles in his stomach twitch, tensing, anticipating. You flattened your opposite hand against his stomach, the firm expanse of his abs, and fuck how did he get such an awesome body when all he did was sit around all day? You supposed perks came with being a high level demon, and fast metabolism was one of them. That, and all the swimming he did.

“Touch me,” he rumbled, breath hot against your lips, and who were you to deny him?

You pressed harder on the front of his sweats, making him gasp, and he moved back away from your mouth to look down at what you were doing to him as you slowly pushed his waistband down.

Oh, fuck.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t the size in front of you. Levi wasn’t a small person, none of his brothers were, so he was no exception. He was so thick, and long enough to make you dizzy. And he was pretty. Pale, flushed gently pink at the tip, glistening with precum. You slowly reached down, letting your fingertips graze against the side, making him gasp, and when you wrapped your hand around him, he twitched against your palm, a stricken hiss escaping through his teeth.

Shit, your fingers just barely met. You squirmed, arousal burning between your thighs, and you felt him twitch again, breath heavy and expression afflicted. Slowly, you pulled your hand back, your thumb finding his tip, and you rubbed circles against it, making him moan. You repeated the action, just to hear it again.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “fuck, that’s good.”

You moved your hand to encircle his girth, smearing the precum against his skin, aiding you as you gave him a slow, easy stroke, an action that made him groan deeply, eyes fluttering closed.

“Fuck,” he breathed, voice hot, “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

You felt your breath stutter, your own lust thrumming in your veins at his admission. You kissed him hard in response, stroking him faster, just to hear him whine against your mouth. His hips bucked with your hand, and you could feel his fingertips dig into your waist, so tight they’d probably leave bruises, but not one part of you cared, not when he was making such perfectly erotic sounds. You adored the way his breath shook when you rubbed circles against his tip, how he groaned, low in his throat, when you squeezed him, rubbing your fingers along the underside.

Finally, gently, he caught your wrist, breaking away from the kiss, and when he looked at you, his eyes were darkened to the color of rust with desire, and your lips met his neck, making him shudder.

“I’m yours,” you whispered, “please, make me yours.”

He pushed you onto your back, crawling overtop of you, fingers skating across your soaked entrance before sinking them inside of you, pumping once, then twice before pulling out, and you felt your heartbeat pause when he pressed the tip of his cock against you. You’re propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as he slowly began to press forward, and fuck, even just the tip felt like a stretch. You tossed your head back, teeth gritted, and he kissed up your neck, easing himself forward just a bit more.

“Levi, you’re so big,” you blurted, and you watched color shade his pale cheeks, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

He pressed forward again, and you whined at the stretch, bordering on pain. Your eyes squeezed shut, breath thin.

“Hnnn, shit,” he hissed, voice taught with rapidly fraying restraint, “y-you’ve gotta relax, you’re too tight.”

You took a breath, fingers scrambling for purchase and finally curling into the blankets beneath you, trying to breathe as he sank deeper, and as he finally bottomed out, your breath stuttered in your lungs. It didn’t hurt, not really, but it was foreign and strange, and you weren’t used to taking something like this. You felt so full, stuffed to the brim, and you watched Leviathan’s face as he took in the abundance of new sensations.

“Oh fuck,” you heard him gasp, eyes drifting closed, and he spoke between gritted teeth, “fuck, fuck— so tight.”

His tail swung in a wide arc behind him before curling on the bed beside you, and you absently reached out to wrap your fingers around it, running your palm up and along the cool scales.

You didn’t expect the short, stricken gasp that action elicited. You also didn’t expect the way that prompted him to draw his hips back, only to press back inside, stuffing you full, and ejecting any coherent thought from your mind. Your grip on his tail tightened reflexively as you cried out, and he gave a harder, deeper thrust in response. His movements were slow, measured, restrained. Like he didn’t want to break you. You knew Levi was stronger than you, much stronger than any human, and that he could easily overpower you in an instant. For some reason, that sent sparks of arousal shooting through you. You wanted him to lose control, like he so badly wanted to. You could see it in his face, as his eyes clamped shut, a muscle tensing in his jaw as you squeezed around him.

Each thrust was slow and even, every drag of his thick cock inside of you sending stars into your vision. You stroked along his tail again, and he hissed between his teeth, twitching inside of you. His hands, curled into the blankets beside your body, went white knuckled in their grip. A low, low groan slipped through his teeth, needy and desperate as he thrust again, slow and deep.

“Levi,” you whimpered, dizzy from the way he was stretching you, “faster, please. Gimme more.”

A strong thrust, and he shifted to support himself on his elbows, forehead resting against yours.

“That what you want?” He rasped, “harder, faster?”

You lifted your legs, linking them around his waist, pulling him closer, and he groaned lowly as he sank deeper inside of you.

“Don’t hold back,” you said, “make me yours, Leviathan.”

That did it. His eyes glinted dangerously, and he was moving back, pulling your hips flush against his, hands on your waist as he pushed himself as deep as he could go, only to pull out and slam forward once more. The impact of the thrust made you cry out loudly, prompting him to repeat the motion, again, and again, and again, and oh fuck, you could barely even think straight with him fucking you like that. The way he was hitting all the right spots, the base of his cock grinding so perfectly against your clit, making you grip the blankets tightly for any sort of anchor at all.

A growl from deep in his chest sent delicious chills down your spine, rising in volume as he fucked you deep, grinding his hips against you whenever he was fully pressed inside of you. You yanked him down, meeting his mouth in a messy kiss, and he moaned into your mouth, a filthy, desperate sound, and you found yourself moving your hips to meet him.

“Fuckfuck— it’s so good.”

You felt yourself shudder, arms winding around his neck.

“You feel good?”

A moan, low and rough. “‘S perfect— please, more, lemme have more—”

“Take it all,” you keened, “wanna make you cum.”

His grip on your body tightened, and his hips pushed forward, filling you completely, grinding deep circles against you. His mouth skated along the column of your throat, reaching your ear, and you squirmed in his iron grip.

“Nobody else can have you,” he snarled, “only me. Only I get to fuck you like this. I hate that anyone has ever even thought of you like this before. You’re mine.”

You smoothed your hand along the back of his head, soothing, loving, and you pulled him into a deep kiss, holding him tight before releasing him, cupping his face.

“Nobody else can have me,” you said, “I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

One of his hands was suddenly pinning your wrists above your head, his opposite one between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and making your hips jerk against him, a shrill whine escaping your mouth. You squirmed in his hold, head tossing back, hair pooling on the pillow, and when you moaned, high and breathy, something in him, the last thread of his restraint, all but disintegrated.

You felt something cool and scaled slithering around your waist, and it took you a moment to figure out that it was his tail through the rose-colored haze of your arousal. It coiled around you, gripping you tight, and you realized he was using it to hold you in place as he fucked you, using it to move you, impaling you on his cock over and over again as he met each tug with deep ruts of his hips, using you like a doll. You squirmed in his hold helplessly, and he released your wrists to brace himself on his elbow, his fingers knotting into the blankets.

The pressure on your clit combined with the drag of his cock inside of you was making your head feel light and fuzzy, helpless from the intense, earthshaking pleasure. He was groaning at the feeling, mixed with low, rough swears and gasps of your name. He was just as affected as you were, if not more, and that aroused you more than words. His thumb pressed down harder, rubbing in circles, and you let out a breathless whine of ecstasy, back arching as much as it could in his grip, hands finding his horns and holding tight as he attached his mouth to your throat.

Sharp fangs sank into your flesh, and he laved over the spot with his tongue, sucking marks into your skin, biting at the tender flesh. His mouth trailed down to your breasts, his lips dragging over a nipple before reattaching to your neck, then your mouth, joining in a feverish kiss. Your head felt empty, deliriously drunk on pleasure, and from the way he was moaning, he was no different. His touches were desperate, needy, and you felt his tail tighten around you, just a little, as he picked up the pace.

The small space was filled with the sound of skin on skin and the smell of sex, making you glad you’d had the forethought to cast that charm, but any thoughts of that were ejected from your mind as he angled his hips just right, hitting the spot that made blurry stars dance across your vision. It felt so fucking good, feeling every inch of him sliding into you, to hear him growl in your ear, to hear him swear and cry out your name like scripture, sacrilegious and sinful from a demon’s lips, but as beautiful as a hymn.

That pressure inside you was drawing tighter, that desperate, feverish feeling that precedes a climax, and you tried to warn him, but all you could do was sob his name as he fucked you deep and hard, his pace borderline punishing and doing absolutely fuck all to help with how sensitive you already were from the two climaxes he’d pulled from you earlier.

You came hard and with a wail of his name, the sensation of you squeezing around him making him snarl into your skin, cock twitching inside of you, teeth sinking into your skin once more. And he wasn’t slowing down, not even as you writhed in his hold, mindless from sensitivity, completely and utterly drunk on him, on what he was doing to you, on his cock. You wrapped your legs tight around his waist, fingers fanning out across his back before flexing, nails digging into the skin, dragging up, making him groan deeply, the sound only making you wind even tighter.

Tears stuck to your cheeks, jewels in your eyelashes, and Leviathan kissed them away, but he didn’t let up, pressing on your clit, making you buck and scream against him, sobbing his name, his praises, anything. Your head was filled with nothing but him, just how he’d wanted it. You came again with a silent cry, head tipped back and mouth wide open, and it was only after that that he moved his thumb away, but his cock was still grinding against your abused clit, winding you up again, and you could do no more than whimper as he chased after his own climax, thrusts growing more and more uneven as he began to reach his limit.

He was chanting your name, voice low and rough, and you squeezed your legs around his body, the least you could do as he continued to use his tail to move you, using it to meet each of his thrusts. He was close, you guessed, from the way his low groans were getting higher in pitch as the sensitivity mounted, both his hands knotting in the blankets beside your head, moaning into your skin.

“Take it,” he snarled, “take it, take it—”

He thrust deep, and you whined weakly, tears spilling past your lashes from the sensitivity as he gushed inside of you, stuffing you full of his cum. You whined his name, and he bucked his hips, chasing the aftershocks of his climax, fucking his cum into you with each motion. He was cumming a lot, enough that it was leaking out of you, but he used his thumb to press it back inside of you, making you hiss at the feel of the digit inside of you, just briefly.

And then, he was collapsing, boneless against you, breath leaving him in heavy pants. His tail unwound itself from your waist, and he was kissing your throat, your face, and finally, your lips. It was a slow, languid kiss, full of affection and gratitude, for letting him do that to you. You kissed him back, wrapping exhausted arms around his neck, running your fingers through his messy hair.

“I love you,” he muttered, voice muffled against your mouth, and you held him tighter, emotion surging through your body.

“I love you, too, Levi.”

He broke away from you, pulling out and flopping beside you. He was breathing heavily, and you were no different. As he caught his breath, he found a package of wet wipes from his bag, which he used to wipe your legs clean, depositing them in the small trash bag you had set up in the corner. He pulled the blankets up around your bodies, gathering you close to him.

“I lost control,” he said, “are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You smiled. “No, Levi, you didn’t hurt me. It was really hot, actually.”

Levi made a sound like he was being strangled. “I— what? I see.”

There was the Leviathan you knew. You snuggled into his chest, sleepy and satisfied.

“I’m on birth control,” you said, “‘s okay.”

He chuckled, relieved. “That’s… good to know. You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”

You shook your head. “‘M fine. Sleepy. That was really good.”

His breath shuddered. “You’re mine now, right? I can be with you?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, “yours.”

He lifted your chin to meet your mouth in a kiss. You smiled against his lips.

“Sleepy,” you repeated, utterly exhausted.

“Mm,” Leviathan said, “sleepy.”

He snuggled you close, nose buried in your hair, and you could practically feel the happiness radiating off of him. You lazily linked your arms around his body, enjoying the feel of his skin against yours, the way his heat enveloped you like a second blanket.

“Love you,” you muttered, but you got no response. You looked up, only to find him asleep, face serene. It was okay, though. You smiled, curling close to him. You knew he loved you too.

That was your last thought before you fell asleep.

BONUS:

”It wasn’t a dream.”

You woke when he spoke, groggy and sore as all hell. You groaned, snuggling closer to him, pulling the blanket up and over your head. The air was cool and fresh, smelling of dew and early morning. Leviathan’s body was warm, and you didn’t particularly feel like separating yourself from him, not now.

“Hmm?” You hummed, and Levi lifted the blanket to look at you, making you squint up at him. His face was vibrantly red, eyes wide, awed.

“It wasn’t a dream,” he repeated, “last night was real.”

You yawned, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

“No dream,” you said, “I don’t know how well I’ll be able to walk after that.”

A moment of silence, and he wrapped his arms more tightly around you.

“You told me you loved me,” he said.

“Mhm,” you said, “and I meant it. What time is it?”

“I don’t know,” he said, “can we stay here? I want to lay with you a while longer.”

You smiled. “I’m okay with that.”

You lifted your head to press a kiss against his mouth, warm and loving and sleepy. He melted against you, and when you pulled back, he tucked you closer against his body.

The two of you lay like that for quite a while before you were able to pry yourselves apart. And it was perfect.

[mikibagels]

Cross-Dimensional Siblings - Snippet 2

What's the point in a race if you aren't there waiting for me at the finish line?

Read Snippet 1 here 👈

[vixenofthemist]

IF I HAVE TO PROCESS THE LEOPARD THONG THEN ARIADNE DOES TOO (AU) [click for better quality]

[adm-starblitzsteel-4305]

HE PROTECT

[dotoil]

coilhead nutcracker staring contest (nutcracker is unconvinced that coil is real because they only see movement?) thinking masked got a sounboard or something

I had a little too much fun with this one thanks for this request.

[kindahoping4forever]

📸: Rich Fury for Madison Square Garden

[oneshotprincess]

do you ever think about how, if damian had been raised by bruce, he would probably have been introduced to baby jon as a three year old toddler

[miaitzia]

Souheki In Dazai’s Entrance Exam

plz don't take this post too seriously.It's not some proper analysis, mostly just my thoughts about the interactions.A little bias because I hc they actually are very close.maybe i'll make a post about why I think so in the future.

“So, newbie. Uh…Dazai, was it? Where did you work prior to coming here?” “Hmm?” Ranpo’s expression has faded, his eyes peering into Dazai’s as if he is searching for something. “I didn’t really do anything after finishing school.Was just kinda around, you know?” A few seconds go by as Ranpo silently stares at Dazai.Finally… “Oh, that’s nice. Anyway, welcome to the agency.” And that’s it. He begins laying out the documents across the desk as if nothing happened. What was that just now?

So since LN1 is in Kunikida's pov.Notice how in this scene not only Ranpo is staring at Dazai,Dazai was ALSO looking back.IT WAS MUTUAL.They were both silently observing each other.i assume Dazai’s back was face Kunikida so that’s why we can’t see his expressions.

ok this part is just my pure delusion but i imagine Dazai was wearing his usual plastic smile(yk he still not used to interact with others )when answering Ranpo,but as time passed by,it has faded just like Ranpo’s.Then they just have some of the most intense staring contest.Imagine the tension in the room lol,no wonder Kunikida was so confused.I also believe Ranpo's response is some kind of his way to implicitly promise Dazai he won't expose him and wish him good luck on starting a new path. 

i think dazai was confident that no one will find out his past since they can’t use ability on him,and in those few seconds he realized Ranpo just figured it out(tbh maybe even more than that considered Ranpo have met oda the day he died and ada collaborate with special division sometimes he may have met Ango),thus he started to question if that’s actually his ability.

“Dazai, what was that about?” “Don’t ask me… By the way, what kind of skill user is Ranpo?” 

lol Kunikida was so clueless,he’s like you two just met what r you up to what’s with that silent intense staring.

“What?! Is there really a skill like that?!” It seems even Dazai can hardly believe it.”  “I dunno, it’s just hard to believe a skill like that actually exists.” He doesn’t appear convinced.

It's hilarious Dazai asked Kunikida what Ranpo’s ability is when the man himself is just right in front of him. 

“That’s what makes it so amazing! Listen to this. When Ranpo was thinking, I sneaked up behind him and pinched some of his hair.”

Dazai openly doubted if an ability like it would exist before Ranpo started deducing.So Ranpo may have been cautious and noticed Dazai was sneaking behind and testing it.But weirdly he didn’t seem to mind if Dazai would tell the others(yes i believe he had already knew he doesn't have one even before LN1)like that’s not one of his biggest secret.

Even if he didn't notice at that time,he surely would when he noticed Kunikida’s curious gaze next time they met.But he never said anything for yrs.Maybe he was just rather let others know than confronts it with Dazai.He didn't directly admit to Yosano in guild arc either.

Ranpo who never tells others Dazai’s past VS Dazai who shamelessly continually tells ada members Ranpo is abilityless will never not be funny to me.

But seriously Ranpo is so sweet he trust and respect Dazai from the very start, even knows his background he still completely accepted him, willing to give him a chance to be with the good side.i love souheki.

“He possesses tremendous deductive and observational skills that your average fictional detective could only dream of.” “That’s what impressed me. A skill would make this just another phenomenon, which wouldn’t even be surprising, let alone impressive. But Ranpo is utilizing his brain, something we all have, to reach these conclusions.” “That guy’s got some serious powers of deduction and observation! And even Ranpo himself seems to think he’s using a skill. Man, that is one amazing detective. I need to start applying myself more.”

Aside from genuine appreciation here,it may also because of his gratitude for Ranpo’s silence.

I love seeing Dazai simping over Ranpo.Like even in current arc he still praises him a lot.He's so fond of him🥲🥲🥲

[inexplicablymine]

Time for an ask!

How do you think Alex’s introduction to David went? Who was more excited?

Short Answer: They are equally excited and Henry is a little butt hurt that Alex is able to get along so easily with David (but secretly thrilled).

Long answer: a canon-compliant if you squint Ficlet for you because this ask SENT ME PLACES. (see below to keep reading)

My Two Favorite Royals

“Oh stop wait you know what would make this better,”

“What Alex,” Henry asks in an exasperated tone, he is already hanging on by a thread at seeing the object of his every fantasy in threadbare joggers and glasses. Alex grabbing his hand only moments ago to take a photo for Instagram almost made him vibrate out of his skin.

“Where is your dog?”

Henry sputters back, “My, my dog? What on earth- how do you know about my dog?”

Alex sends a lazy smile his way, “It was on your fact sheet sweetheart do keep up.”

Henry tries not to let the momentary confusion or the nickname get the best of him. He knows with certainty that anything about David wasn’t on that blasted fact sheet that was so wrong it could have been made for a complete stranger.

Alex is standing now pushing his laptop closed and looking up at Henry eagerly. It's a face Henry couldn’t possibly ignore.

With a resigned sigh Henry turns and walks towards his bedroom. He can’t help but think about how he has never had a boy in his bedroom. Sure Pez, but that didn’t count. And now… now his inescapable insufferable crush was going to be waltzing into his bedroom of all things looking like a wet dream walking.

Henry is ripped from his internal monologue by a shout and Alex running in front of him to David.

He can’t tell who is more excited, his beagle, who is shaking so much his entire body is wiggling with every tail wag, or Alex, who immediately drops to the floor arms open wide to accept the wriggling dog into his arms.

“Ohhhh such a good boy, yes you are, what a handsome dog, the most important royal yes you are,” Alex coos. Henry can feel his heart bursting at the sight. Alex’s uncontrollable laughter when David starts licking him, and the way he sits fully against the wall legs splayed out and glasses askew is giving him heart palpitations.

Alex looks up smiling, “Not sure how such a cute dog got stuck with such a stuck up owner but I might just have to take him home for myself.”

“Excuse me! Stuck up? You can’t take David he is the only thing that keeps me sane in this prison cell.”

Alex looks a little startled by the outburst and pauses to pat the ground next to him.

“Want to elaborate on that sweetheart.”

Henry isn’t sure when the nickname came to be but he isn’t going to ask for it to stop. So he sits down, completely undignified in his jim jams, and lets David break the ice between them.

The next two hours are spent with their hands accidentally touching while they pet David. Alex pesters Henry for more answers, real answers, about his life than he has ever been asked before.

They argue about David’s name and Alex says his only saving grace is that he is no longer a mystery to Alex but the rest of the world can stay that way. It warms him up from the inside. He doesn’t want to look too hard into anything or give himself a false sense of hope.

Maybe Alex is just this touchy with everyone. Maybe the nicknames aren’t just for him. Maybe he also holds someone’s hand in his own as he puts his number into their phone demanding daily updates of David or incurring his wrath.

When Alex is somewhere over the Atlantic he gets a notification link on his phone to an Instagram post.

Alex in his glasses and sweats holding David mid laughter. Henry next to him also laughing. The Crown is going to kill him for looking so unprofessional, but the caption is what stops him short.

“Had to hop across the pond to visit my two favorite royals (don’t tell Henry that David is really my favorite)”

Henry can’t stop the way his heart jumps at being called a favorite anything of Alex’s.

He scrolls down to the comments and sees a wave of support.

Comments about how real their friendship is, how cute David is, how real friends wouldn’t have photos like this together, how the bromance is real.

His heart doesn’t stop thumping with every text back and forth with Alex that evening. Or the next.

His heart is in his throat with every phone call, it pitters restlessly when he receives selfies from the bed, it leaps when he gets a phone call at thanksgiving, and clenches dangerously when he finally ends the call on Christmas Eve.

A year and a half after that selfie was posted to Instagram they are sitting on a low leather couch in a brownstone in Brooklyn. A place that Henry never expected to call home. Alex is in sweats and Henry is wearing one of Alex’s NYU sweatshirts. They are currently arguing over which season of The Great British Bake Off to watch when Alex gets an alert on his phone.

He looks down and laughs. Henry doesn’t have a moment to ask what it’s about before Alex is dragging David up from his place between the two of them into his arms. David lets out a small huff but quickly relaxes back into Alex, where he has found home in the past year just as easily as Henry.

“Smile babe,”

Henry has learned not to question Alex so he leans in and smiles, realizing just how easy it is now to let the corners of his mouth curl up.

A few moments of tapping and Alex sets his phone down on the table with a flourish.

“So are you going to share what that was about?” Henry lightly pesters.

“Only putting an online debate to rest, you might want to mute your notifications sweetheart.”

Oh god what has he done now, is all Henry can think as he pulls his own phone up.

Posted on his Instagram Alex has created a slideshow of photos. The one he just took at the front of the group. As Henry swipes through he can’t help but smile as image after image of the three of them, Alex, Henry, and David are together. The final photo makes his breath catch. There they are on the floor of Kensington Palace, long before anything happened, long before Henry knew just how wonderful his life might turn out to be.

The caption is simple and sweet,

“Just wanted to update y’all on how it’s going with my two favorite royals. (Don't tell David but Henry is my favorite.)”

[ricihh]

I forgot to post it here

NEW OTP GUYS!!!!! THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFUL 🥳

Rating: G

Fandom: Brawl Stars

Relationship: Bo/Kenji, Bo & Leon & Nita

Main Tags: Oneshot, Fluff, Slice of Life, First Meetings, Love at First Sight, Awkward Romance, Family Bonding, Food

Warnings: None!

Summary: After a sudden desire to eat sushi from his children (and a lot of insistence too), Bo took them to the new sushi joint that opened in Starr Park.

There he meets Kenji, who was close to discovering his samurai weakness when he met Bo.

[in-kyblogs]

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[myymi]

take my first meet fic

chapter two comes next week

happy wednesday

[atschoolunfortunetly]

Wholesome Sonic and Tails Wednesday Fanfic cause why not?

The fic is under the read now. Yippee!

Story 1:

It was a normal day. Sonic was running around like normal to either find a safe place to rest that night or to track down Robotnik. He couldn’t remember. But what he does remember is what he found that day. 

He heard what sounded like shouting so he went to investigate. He wasn’t going to leave some poor soul who may be in trouble. As he approached the shouting he went over what it could be in his head. An argument he shouldn’t barge into, someone being attacked by badniks, or perhaps it was just someone messing around.

What was actually going on shocked him though. A fox that looked no more than at least four years old curled up in on himself as two older kids looked down on him with sinister grins.

“C’mon kid! Let us see them and we’ll leave you alone!”

“No! You’re just gonna pull on them!”

“Well, maybe we wouldn’t pull on them if you weren’t a freak of nature!”

The next thing Sonic knew, the two older kids forcefully dragged the younger kid out of their corner revealing that the fox had two tails instead of one. One of the older kids grabbed onto one of the tails and yanked it causing the poor kid to let out a yelp.

“Oh, stop complaining! Who knows? Maybe if we pull hard enough we’ll be able to take it off!”

“Stop it! It hurts!”

Sonic grit his teeth as he ran out of the bushes, ramming himself straight into the kid who was holding the tail. He released his grip and fell to the ground, the wind clearly knocked out of him.

“Hey! Who in the world are-”

The other one didn’t get to finish their sentence before being met with a foot between their legs, immediately causing them to drop to the ground. Sonic let out a huff before turning to the fox they were bullying.

Said fox was looking at the hedgehog as if he hung the stars in the sky.

“You…Who are you?”

Sonic opened his mouth to reply but a loud boom nearby cut him off. In the distance he could see smoke rising. Sonic clicked his tongue. It was most likely Robotnik causing trouble again as always. He sighed and looked back at the fox and gave him a two finger salute. He doesn’t have time to talk right now, not while more people and flickies could be in danger.

“Hey, wait!”

The fox cried out but Sonic didn’t have the time to listen. He sprinted off towards the smoke with no hesitation. He’ll come back when he deals with Robotnik to check if the kid is okay. Right now, stopping the doctor from his plans takes priority. 

It didn’t take long for him to make it there. Robotnik was clearing out the area, knocking down trees while the nearby wildlife tried to run away. Robotnik wasn’t going to let easy prey go that easily though. Using the robots who weren’t busy knocking down trees, he captured them and had three nearby capsules to put them in. 

Sonic ran into the field and began taking out the nearby robots, saving any of the flickies that he could. This quickly got the doctors attention.

“You again! You little pest! You don’t know when to quit, do you? Doesn’t matter! I came prepared!”

The doctor pressed a button in his ship which made all the robots stop what they were doing and charge at him. This wasn’t that big of a problem to Sonic. He dodged and attacked the robots with ease. 

What he missed though was that one of the robots was carefully watching him before slowly making their way forward. Sonic was looking around seeing that there weren't that many bots left before being grabbed from behind. 

He struggled to break out of the badniks hold while Robotnik simply laughed at him.

“I told you that you were a fool for trying to stop me! Maybe if you paid a bit more attention you would have been able to beat me, but that is your flaw. You don’t pay attention to anything and now you have paid the pri-”

A tree-branch was thrown right at the doctor’s head before he could finish his sentence. Both the doctor and the hedgehog were surprised to see the two-tail fox staring, yet shaking, at the doctor.

“Y-You put them down right now you big meanie!”

“Huh? Who are you? Oh well, that doesn’t matter. I still have enough men to capture you as well.”

The doctor’s badniks immediately charged the fox but the fox was quicker than one expected, quickly moving out of the way and throwing another stick at Robotnik's head.

“Gah! Stop throwing sticks at me, you pest!”

“Not till you put them down!”

“Never!”

Sonic took this opportunity to continue squirming in the badniks grasp. Luckily for Sonic, the badnik was too busy watching the fox to focus on him.

He broke out and fell to the ground, getting the badniks' attention back to him. Sonic didn’t give the robot a chance, immediately dashing into him as hard as he could and shattering the robot to pieces which gained Robotnik's attention.

“No! No! I was so close- gah!”

Another stick whacked him in the head as Sonic immediately went to take down the other badniks. One by one they fell as the fox threw more sticks at the doctor.

“Fine! You pests win this time but next time you won’t be so lucky! Mark my words, Sonic! I’ll be back!”

With those words, Robotnik retreated. His ship flew away as Sonic looked towards the young fox who helped him.

“Ah, uh, sorry for following you but I really wanted to thank you for earlier and-”

The fox began to mumble quietly for Sonic to hear but the message surely came across to the hedgehog. He smiled and patted the fox on the head with a confident grin. The fox immediately stopped talking as his eyes lit up and his tails began spinning in excitement.

“O-Oh! Uh, thanks. Sorry for mumbling. You’re really cool and really, really fast and, uh, hold on a moment. I’m really bad with words, um….” 

The fox was back to mumbling but Sonic didn’t mind. He let the kid mumble for a bit with a patient smile before the fox suddenly patted his cheeks rapidly before turning to Sonic with a determined look.

“Alright! Proper sentence time! My name is Miles Prower and I wanted to t-thank you for your help back when I was, uh, cornered. I…I know this is going to be a weird request but do you mind if I…keep following you around? Please….”

Sonic gave a confused look to the fox. Why would he want to follow him around? Unless, the kid didn’t want to be alone. Sonic likes being alone though…though some company can’t be that bad right? Then again, Sonic travels a lot to dangerous areas. Chasing Robtonik isn’t exactly safe as well. Though, what if Robotnik comes after Miles anyway for throwing sticks at him? He doesn’t want the fox to be alone if that happens.

Yeah…Yeah, he can watch him? How hard could it be?

Sonic proudly ginned at the fox before giving him a thumbs-up. Mile’s eyes immediately lit up and his tails spun so fast, Sonic could swear the kid was beginning to hover over the ground. 

Oh, wait. He was hovering.

…How did that work?

Miles also seemed to notice his feet were no longer on the ground because his tails stopped spinning almost immediately.

“Ah, sorry about that! I didn’t mean to-”

“It’scool.”

Sonic spoke faster than his brain could think, which is a problem since he never learned how to properly speak.

“Huh? What?”

“Mmnice.”

The fox proceeded to look even more confused. Sonic nervously tapped his foot. Did he say something wrong? Doesn’t that mean cool? He hopes it does. He doesn’t want to be mean to his new friend.

“...You think my tails are cool?”

Sonic nodded, happy his point came across the way he wanted it to.

The fox’s tails began to spin again as Mile nervously smiled.

“Y-You really think so? Like, you’re not kidding at all?”

Sonic nodded again. Why would he be joking? They were cool! He mentally pictured himself with two tails, being able to ram himself into Robotnik's stupid floating machine thing easier.

“...Thanks. I have never been told that before. Most people just call me a freak when they see them….”

Sonic remembered the two bullies who he beat up with a scowl on his face. How dare they! Just because someone looks a little different doesn’t mean they deserve to get bullied about it! If he sees them again he won’t hesitate to fight them again.

Miles, unaware of the hedgehog’s violent thoughts, looked at the sky with worry.

“It’s going to be dark soon. We should, uh, find a place to sleep.”

Sonic snapped out of his thoughts. The fox was right! They should probably go find somewhere safe. He held up a finger to Miles before running up a nearby tree. At the top, he looked over the forest. He doesn’t know what he expected but to the surprise of no one it was just more trees. 

However, his eyes caught onto a giant tree. Bigger than the one he was currently on. That should be enough to provide shelter for the both of them!

He grinned as he ran back down the tree and held out his hand to a very shocked and surprised Miles.

“Uh, where are we going?” He asked as he took Sonic’s hand.

Sonic bit his lip, “Sssafety.”

“Safety? Wh-”

Miles didn’t get to finish his sentence before Sonic began running in the direction he saw the tree. If he were a normal person it probably would have taken a while to get there but for Sonic, it was only a minute. He paused the moment they got there before turning to face Miles who looked really, really nauseous.

Uh oh, did he mess up? Gah! He forgot normal people probably couldn’t handle his speed!

Miles hunched over, raising his hand towards Sonic and used his other hand to cover his mouth as he took in deep breaths.

“I-I’m good!”

Miles suddenly spoke and Sonic let out a sigh of relief.

“Just warn me next time, alright?”

Sonic nodded as he nervously rubbed the back of his head.

The tree was, once again, decently sized and Sonic grinned when he looked at the spacious hole at the bottom of the tree. The size was perfect for both Sonic and Miles to slide into. One look inside also said that it was empty. 

Sonic crawled in and patted the space next to him as Miles nervously eyed it. Slowly, the fox crawled inside and was shocked at how much room there was.

“Wow, this is…weird. No offense or anything! Honest!” 

Sonic simply shrugged. He didn’t care for shelter. It wasn’t like it was his house or anything.

“You know, I never slept inside a tree before. I slept on the branches though. Most of the other kids can’t get me up there.”

Sonic nodded. If Miles life is what he thinks it is then the trees were definitely the foxes friend. The trees were also his friends as well so he understands the fox completely. 

Miles yawned and Sonic returned it. They both had a long day and some rest could benefit them both.

“Uh, what’s your name?” Miles suddenly asked, turning towards the hedgehog.

Sonic tried to remember how Robotnik pronounced it.

“Smonic.”

“Smonic?”

“Sssonic. Sonic. M’thats it.”

“...Sonic is a cool name. Wish mine was that cool. I mean, it makes sense since you run really fast.”

Sonic was too tired to try to say something back. Speaking sucked. Maybe Robotnik could be useful for once and make a metal robot thing that could read minds or something. Eh, if he did it would probably be used for malicious purposes.

“All the other kids called me Tails for obvious reasons as well. Does Tails sound like a good name? I mean, it would match your name since Sonic is an obvious name for you since you run fast.”

Miles clicked his tongue before continuing.

“I think that by calling me Tails they were trying to insult me. It isn’t a very good insult though. It would be like calling you blue. That isn’t an insult, that's an observation. It’s stupid!...You can call me Tails, if you want. I mean Miles sorta fits with you as well….”

“M’kay Mails…”

Sonic spoke up, causing the poor fox to jump out of his skin.

“Mails? That’s nowhere near my name! How did you get-? Oh, wait you combined Tails and Miles! It doesn’t sound that good though, personally I-”

He tried to keep up with the fox’s rambling but his eyes shut and that was it. He was out like a light. It wasn’t till five minutes later of Tail’s rambling to the air did he finally hear Sonic’s nearby snores. Tails blinked a bit in surprise before chuckling to himself.

“Oops. Didn’t mean to tire him…why didn’t he stop me from rambling though? Almost everyone does….”

Tails let out a hum before he realized just how heavy his eyes were.

“Mmm guess I can ask him tomorrow…night, Sonic.”

With that, Tails quickly went to sleep.

[glitchven]

GUYS GUYS GUYS!!!!!!!@ imagine Solus, Nora, Ross, and Coco excitedly exploring Parum city together before they join the guild!!!!

[noa-de-cajou]

Day 3 : Patching each other up

Arnulf (modern AU) belongs to @corneille-but-not-the-author uwu

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“Fuck, that hurts like a bitch.”

Bazyli looks at the guy who just sat next to him with a painful groan. His face is bruised, his knuckles bloody and his eyelid has already started to swell. Bazyli knows he doesn’t look much better. His makeup is ruined by tears, his hair messy. His lip is burning, probably cut open. Blood is trickling down his chin but he's too wasted to care.

He's sitting on the sidewalk, barefoot – one of his high heels broke –, in a dress revealing way too much of his chest for him to be comfortable. The other guy was probably looking pretty sharp an hour ago, suit jacket and nice shirt, but the impression is a bit ruined now that they’re all bloody. An escort, probably, not much older than Bazyli. Behind them, inside the bar, the speakers still blast their music.

The escort finally looks Bazyli up and down. It makes him want to puke.

“Oh. Hey. Uh. You have, uh…”

He taps his own lip with his fingers. Bazyli shrugs.

“It’s nothing. Doesn't hurt.”

“I haven't seen you around before. You new here?”

“Yeah.”

He tried to work other jobs. He really did. But none of them paid enough.

So now he, the whore, is sitting on a sidewalk in the cold with an escort. It's ridiculous.

“Was it your first client?”

“Third.”

“Hit you?”

“Pushed me. On the floor. And then, well. You know.”

He doesn’t know why he's even answering his questions at all. He rummages through his purse, pulls out a tissue and presses it against his burst lip. It stings a little. The alcohol must be wearing off as well, because he realizes how cold it is now.

Just when he starts shivering, something lands on his shoulders. He startles, glares at the escort who just gave him his jacket.

“... What do you want from me?”

“Huh? Nothing. Just thought you looked cold in that dress. Also you’re barefoot.”

“Really? Wow, I hadn’t noticed,” Bazyli says with all the sarcasm he can muster.

“Okay, okay, sorry… Damn.”

They fall silent. The escort pulls out something that looks like cigarette paper and various herbs that don’t look like tobacco, and starts rolling it. His hands are shaking, and Bazyli’s eyes fall upon a cut on his forearm. It's still bleeding but he doesn’t seem to notice. That guy is probably already high as fuck.

“Hey. Gimme your arm.”

“Huh?”

“Your arm,” Bazyli groans. “It’s bleeding. Give it to me.”

The boy obeys, a confused look on his face, and holds out his arm. Bazyli pulls out another tissue, and slowly wipes the blood off his arm, before noticing that he’s also bleeding from the nose. He huffs exasperatedly and raises his hand up to wipe his face as well. The boy blinks, reddens a bit.

“Uh… Thanks.”

“It’s nothing. You should get bandages for your arm later though. Might get infected.”

“Yeah… I’ll ask Galmar later. When I'm high enough to not care about the yelling.”

He resumes rolling his cigarette, lights it, puts it in his mouth. He exhales a big puff of smoke, then puts it under Bazyli's nose.

“Wanna try it?”

“... You know what, sure.”

The smoke tastes weird in his mouth, but Bazyli can feel the tension slowly leave him. The escort looks at him.

“Better?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Cool. Name’s Arnulf, by the way.”

Bazyli hesitates. He can't give his real name. Not here. No matter how nice Arnulf is.

“Bazilea. But Baz is okay.”

It doesn’t matter. They will both have forgotten each other’s name tomorrow anyway.

[sukirichi]

you did not just use lyrics from you are losing me SUKIIIII DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME FROM PAIN I WILL CRY

- Freud anon getting pain even before starting the chapter

it was the perfect song for that chapter 🥹 but also fun fact, i actually listened to ‘invisible string’ while writing ch14 because i needed the romance vibes for their flashbacks ueueue BUT NO PLS DON’T CRY this isn’t the worst of it yet