#but it's coming along so so so nicely and if it ends up looking really good but being too small

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

i see the light.

ft; nagi seishiro, michael kaiser, isagi yoichi

synopsis: the moment when it was only you and him in the world.

nagi seishiro

the sound of persistent hums of the heater and tappings of thumbs to screens on nagi’s phone soothed you.

due to the harsh and frankly unexpected winter, the power had went out in the school dorms. you had been horrified; it was dark out, you couldn’t even see in your dorm, and you were alone. if only you still lived with your parents like reo instead of deciding to live in the crappy school dorms because you wanted to be more mature.

when you thought of reo, that’s when a brilliant idea had wove its way into your mind. you could just go to nagi’s dorm instead! he’s too much of a pacifist to get angry at you, he lived close, and he’s got a nice heater too. you had silently crept out of your room and into nagi’s room, knowing that he thought that it was too much of a hassle to lock the door.

now you were lying down next to nagi’s figure, who was sitting up and clicking away at the buttons on his phone from the game. nagi was quiet; he could tell that you were cold and tired, and he didn’t feel the need to bother you any further. plus, it would be a hassle to.

well, that was until nagi heard the soft snores.

“hey, hey.” nagi placed his phone face down next to him, leaning down to look at you. locks of your hair was in your face, a small line of drool at the corner of your lips. “you’re asleep? hey. it’s too much of a hassle to move you away. and there’s only one bed.”

at your lack of response, nagi poked your arm. no reponse. he your cheek. still no response. nagi eventually decided to stop and just pull an all nighter; the leaks of the sequel to his favorite game was coming out tonight anyways.

nagi looked at you for a little longer, his eyes lingering at your face before zeroing in at your lips. “you’re not that bad when you’re asleep.” nagi mumbled. his eyes softened; he didn’t mind this. sure, it was a hassle for someone else to sleep in his bed, but this was you. and for some strange reason, nagi’s chest felt all warm and tight. he didn’t understand this, but the feeling was addicting, and he wanted more.

the lights and power may have been out, but the light that you beamed was enough to light up his entire world.

michael kaiser

kaiser knows that having been put in jail at age 15 definitely necessarily scream “im such a good influence and good person!” to most people.

most people.

kaiser knows that you’re not most people when he is let out of jail—due to the efforts of ray dark—and you’re right outside sprinting towards him and tackling him with a bear hug. sobs escaping you as you squeezed him. “mihya! god, you’re back! i was so worried for you in there!”

kaiser was in love with you. when you laughed, warmth pooled at his stomach and happiness filled his veins. but when you cried, kaiser felt the need to kill whatever is making you cry, to make you smile again. but kaiser didn’t know that it was love. he didn’t know that what he was seeking had been in you, his childhood best friend, all along.

“you…you’re here. why? i was in jail.” kaiser muttered. “shouldn’t you be in school or something? you shouldn’t be here.” at that, your jaw dropped, and you stepped back, hands gripping his shoulders.

“mihya! what are you saying? i could care less about day or two of school when my literal best friend is in jail for something that he didn’t even do! you worried me to death, mihya!” your eyebrows knit together, looking up at him. kaiser noticed how pale you were, the dark eyebags under your beautiful eyes as if you haven’t slept in days.

suddenly, kaiser felt as if a weight heavier than his father was on his shoulders. you didn’t sleep because of him. you looked so pale because of him. you were upset because of him. kaiser felt doubts cloud his mind again; at the end of the day, he really was no different from his father. “just because im your best friend? that’s stupid. im not worth that much.”

your eyes widened before they narrowed, and you grasped onto his shoulder tightly. kaiser knew this would leave a mark later, although he could care less. you should leave. you shouldn’t be here. you should be at school. you shouldn’t waste your life on a piece of shit like him. you deserve better than a fucked up subhuman like him. you glared at him, your hands trembling from how tightly your grip was on his shoulder. from that alone, kaiser knew that he fucked up.

“michael fucking kaiser, you’re my best friend and the love of my life, and you better not say that again. you are worth it. you are most definitely worth each and every moment of my time. you hear me?!” you shook kaiser back and forth. but kaiser couldn’t focus on your current actions, a phrase that you had called him of all people was tattooed onto his mind.

love of your life.

he was the love of your life.

and suddenly, kaiser wasn’t subhuman. he wasn’t a piece of shit. he wasn’t an accident. he wasn’t hated by everyone. he wasn’t weak. he wasn’t not worth it.

he was loved. loved by you.

and kaiser will be grateful for that even in the afterlife.

isagi yoichi

blue lock had changed isagi.

at least, that was what everyone said. his parents, his classmates, his former soccer teammates, his friends, even isagi himself. but not you. you didn’t say that or think that. blue lock didn’t change isagi, it had instead just awakened something hidden inside of isagi.

that might be why your reaction to isagi’s goal at the end of the blue lock fetuses u20 japan match was so underwhelming. you were his lover; you should have been more enthusiastic about it. instead, you only stared down mindlessly before smiling and clapping. isagi had looked up at you with a smile when he was celebrating with his blue lock teammates, in which you had waved at.

then came the 2 week break.

you had been on a walk with isagi like old times, before he had left for blue lock. a heavy silence was over your shoulders; isagi himself thinks that he’s changed, after all. the sunset painted your’s and isagi’s cheeks bright red.

“do you mind that i’ve changed?” isagi finally stammered out. he braced himself for some harsh answers and disapproving shaking of heads, but was instead met with more long silence before a single word.

“no.”

he glanced at you, shocked. “i don’t think you’ve changed at all, yoichi. im glad. i don’t think i’ve ever seen you this happy to be playing soccer.” you looked up at him, a soft smile playing at your lips. “it just awakened something inside of you.”

but isagi wasn’t satisfied. not yet. “you don’t mind that im practically throwing my life away for my soccer career? i won’t be able to just call or text you whenever i want to at blue lock, you know.” you giggled gently before sighing.

“i know you can’t, yoichi. but you’re happy, right? and you’re living your best life right now. so who am i to interfere? as long as you’re happy, then you can be whatever or whoever you want to be. i’ll always be there.”

at your words, the ice in your tension melted before isagi looked at you once again. even without the golden setting sun, you still looked like you were an angel, glowing with the most ethereal of purity and the most precious of love.

a/n: title is obviously from the tangled song. i literally love that song so much oh my god.

[macabr3-barbi3]

A Practical Demonstration

Chapter 4: Reciprocation

here we go again lol

for anyone who doesn't know, my debut into the Hazbin fandom was a fic about Alastor and a reader using a sex toy. It was meant to be a oneshot- they never really stay that way though, and it ended up at 3 chapters before I decided it was done. It's coming up on a year since I posted that first story (that I thought was long finished at this point), and I finally finished the bonus chapter that I've had planned forever. I hope you enjoy! ❤️🌹

Tags: Sex Toys; Non Sex-Repulsed Alastor; Reader-Insert; established relationship

When you open the box that’s been delivered to the hotel for you, your first thought is that the marketing team at VoxTek doesn’t know what the hell they’re doing- the letter that they sent along with it is nice, if a little embarrassing, thanking you for being a devout purchaser of items from the sex toy lines and explaining that high dollar customers have all been sent a free product to try out as a thank you for their loyalty. Which is dandy in theory, if they had sent you something that you could actually use.

What the fuck were you supposed to do with a fleshlight? 

They obviously didn’t do any sort of research into what products you were buying, or how long it had been since you had gotten one. It had been months since you had used any of your VoxTek purchases, since you and Alastor had become an item, and you didn’t really have much need for them anymore; let alone something like this that was meant for someone with different parts than what you were working with.

You’ve just resolved to give it to Angel, claiming an incorrect delivery, when the hum of static behind you alerts you to Alastor’s presence. “Good evening, my dear,” he greets, an eyebrow quirking up when you shove the toy back into its box before he can get a good look at it. “What could possibly be holding your attention so well that you didn’t see fit to return to the bedroom after returning home after your dinner with Velvette?”

You hold the box behind your back. “Just a delivery- something for Angel,” you tell him. “I was going to take it up to him, and- hey!”

His shadow snatches the box from your hands, ducking between your legs to present it to his master. “Interesting! Do you frequently open other people’s mail? That is a crime, you know,” he teases. He opens the flaps of the box- and promptly closes them when he sees the toy. “I see! Well, allow me to give this back to you to return to our effeminate friend- ah, but what’s this? Addressed to you…” His eyes skim the letter, his grin growing with alarming speed along with the blush that paints your face. “Why didn’t you just say so, dear? I know all about your little collection- you have no need to hide such a thing from me.”

“I know!” You snatch the box back from him, cheeks flaming. “I know that, obviously. This one is just- not for me. I don’t think they checked the, uh, preferences of who they were sending this to. It’s- fuck, can we not discuss this in the lobby?” You plead, hearing voices coming around the corner towards the door, and Alastor hums softly before enveloping you both in shadow and depositing the two of you into his bedroom. “It’s not something I can use, it’s more of a- male-parts oriented toy,” you tell him once you’re alone, and he reaches into the box again and removes the toy, turning it over in his hands and slipping his thumb into the opening, pushing softly at the soft silicone as the digit is enveloped.

Your breath catches in your throat.

“I see- I hardly see what the fuss was, darling, you could have simply told me the misunderstanding. We shall simply ship it back; if they’re so determined to give you a free product perhaps they can try again. I suppose I do understand the appeal of this, though,” he adds thoughtfully, continuing to move his finger inside the thing before he pulls it back out. “Soft material, sufficiently tight for when one doesn’t have a partner to indulge with. Certainly not for your use, but-“

“Do you want to try it?” The words blurt from your mouth before you can really think about them, something about the way Alastor was casually fingering the sex toy doing something pleasant to your brain. You immediately want to swallow the words back down with how quickly his gaze swings to you, your cheeks flaming when he quirks an eyebrow at you. “Fuck, I mean- sorry, that was a stupid question. I didn’t-”

His fingers come up to cup your cheek, thumb tracing along your cheekbone. “I don’t understand how you are still so shy when it comes to your desires,” he says quietly. “Everything that we’ve done, and yet you still hesitate to ask something of me. Tell me, my dear- would you like to see me use the thing?” Not trusting your words, you nod, and he chuckles under his breath. “Then there we are; I shall try it. You’ve indulged me plenty of times, I don’t mind a bit of reciprocation for your sake.”

He leads you over to the bed, stripping himself down before laying back against the pillows and giving you a moment to situate yourself comfortably on the edge of the mattress. It’s a view you could get used to- his chest bare and fluffy with soft fur, cut across diagonally from the battle with Heaven so long ago and deeply scarred. Sometimes when you were intimate with each other he would allow you to inspect it, run your fingers down the soft groove of sensitive skin that rested there. You let your eyes wander further, along the lean lines of his arms, the apex of his thighs where his erection grows under the scrutiny, the firm muscles of his legs leading down to his hooves. Alastor was beautiful- 

“Ah.” When you look back to his face, his skin is flushed, a pink tint that spreads across his cheeks and down his exposed collarbones. “I understand your embarrassment now the first time you were in this position for a ‘demonstration.’ To be laid bare beneath the eyes of the one you want and show them something so intimate feels… flattering. And unnerving.” He glances at you sideways. “I hope you find it to your liking.”

“No complaints over here,” you breathe as he snaps his fingers and produces a small bottle of lube, drizzling it generously over the opening of the sex toy. He was really going to do it, just for you, and the thought hits you like a cloud of aphrodisiacal smoke; that he was laying himself out like this, prone and vulnerable, because you wanted to see it.

You almost miss his sharp intake of breath when he lines up and pushes into the opening of the fleshlight, sinking halfway into the slick grip of the silicone before he pulls back out with a shudder that courses through his whole body. He presses in again, this time with a slew of muttered curse words as he sinks to the hilt and holds it there for a moment, his head dropping back against the pillows. The angle makes it all too apparent when he swallows, his free hand clenching to a fist in the sheets.

“Does it- does it feel good?” You ask him, perhaps somewhat stupidly, but the way he moans at the sound of your voice makes it worth it. You think about the way that he had asked you questions the first time you were in his position, how embarrassed you had been to have him witness such a thing, how turned on you were for the same reason. A blessing and a curse to have someone watching you so closely and commenting on it, expecting an answer- which he hasn’t given you yet. “Alastor?” You run your hand up his calf, not missing the way his hips buck up into the toy with a wet noise.

It seems once he’s started that he can’t stop; fabric tears as he digs his claws in, his pelvis rocking between his hand and the bed as he fucks into it with a steady rhythm. “Tight,” he says, his voice strained and shooting heat into your blood. “I didn’t think- fuck, it’s good.” With the curse on his lips you clench your thighs together, twisting on the bed to properly face him. He watches you move and settle, his expression hungry and desperate as he continues to buck up into the toy. “I would much prefer you, though,” he purrs after a moment, releasing the sheets to place a hand on your thigh, thumb brushing softly on the delicate skin there.

You take his hand and bring it to your lips to press a soft kiss there. At the contact he groans and tries to reach for your neck to pull you closer so he can steal your lips in a kiss- you resist, pulling away from him, breaking the contact between the two of you. “Now you know the struggle of an inadequate replacement for what you really want,” you say, delighting in the look of anguish that takes over his features at being denied you. “Come on now, I thought you were giving me a demonstration.”

“Wretched, wonderful woman,” he murmurs, but he fists his fingers back in the sheet rather than reaching for you again. “Would you like to hear the ways this blasted thing is inferior to you? It feels good,” he moans, slowing his pace to drag his cock in and out of the object, the lube glistening in the low light that he’s provided. “But you, my love, feel divine. You gasp my name and whine and clench down on me so sweetly- accomplishments this cheap replica could never hope to achieve.” His red locks spill across the pillow as he works himself, sweat dampening his bangs from the effort as he locks eyes with you. “Why would I keep one of these when I could have the real thing whenever I desire?”

Ever observant, he notices the way your thighs tremble sitting beside him, and he relinquishes his fistful of the sheets to turn his hand palm up, like he’s offering you a hand to help you out of a car. “Why don’t you allow me to assist you?” He purrs, dropping a few of his fingers so that only the pointer and middle remain extended- he crooks them in a familiar ‘come here’ motion that makes your cheeks flame as you realize what he was offering. 

You consider telling him no- that he had gone through your demonstrations without any relief, and you could do the same. But he looked like he needed it, some sort of connection to your pleasure to ground him in the moment that you determined from the crease of his eyebrow and the tremble of his fingers where he offered them to you. You stand from the bed, noticing the way that Alastor ceases his movement of the toy along his length until you start to pull your panties out from under your skirt. Then there’s a groan ripping free of his throat, static that makes the hairs on your arm stand at attention as you position yourself above his hand.

The sink onto his fingers is embarrassingly easy, the force of your arousal offering a near frictionless slide until the pads of his fingers are pressed against that perfect spot inside of you. His name escapes you in a soft whimper as he begins to move, his thumb coming up to swipe lovingly across your clit as you ride his fingers in earnest. 

He glares at the way your skirt blocks his view of the proceedings, and you almost laugh when his shadow emerges from under the bed to almost petulantly shove at the fabric; you take it in hand to hold it out of the way, the chuckle breaking forth when he hisses between his teeth as he starts to slowly thrust his hips again. “There we are, darling,” he purrs, his pupils blown wide as he watches your thighs tremble where his hand parts them, fingers damp with your slick as he rocks them in and out of you. His other hand moves with the same steady rhythm, fucking into the soft silicone with a single-minded determination.

It’s difficult to focus on the show being put on for you when Alastor has taken to curling his fingers just so, your mind fuzzy with the pleasure of it all; your body tips forward, a hand darting out to catch yourself on Alastor’s lower abdomen, the skin and fur that meets your palm damp with sweat. When you make contact he swears, something that never fails to make you giddy with arousal; a sure sign that he was losing control of himself, it makes your breath come faster, lungs constricting with the knowledge that it was your doing. He says your name in a breathless whisper, his voice crackling with feedback that makes your inner walls clench. His hands move in desperate tandem, messy, wet noises coming from the slide of the toy along his length and the thrust of his fingers inside you. Alastor’s teeth bare in frustration as he cants his hips back and forth, the pleasure in his expression evident but not enough to tip him over the precipice.

“Please,” you finally whine, hovering at the edge of orgasm yourself with Alastor bare and vulnerable before you, his movements against your body practiced and as perfect as they always were. At your plea he moans, low and sweet, and then the hand he had wrapped around the toy is curled tightly into your hair and pulling you down to crash your mouth into his.

His breath is labored, hot and damp as his tongue brushes against yours while he crushes you to his body. The fingers inside you do not cease their masterful ministrations as he kisses you desperately, the circuit of your bodies complete at last. Since the view is evidently no longer a priority, you release your skirt to slide that hand gently into his locks, fingers gentle against the base of his antlers like you’ve learned he likes; the noise he makes into your mouth is broken, pleading.

The lightning-quick strike of pleasure catches you off guard, your gasp lost to Alastor’s mouth as the dam breaks, ecstasy flooding your body and brain in a crashing wave that pulls your limbs taut, muscles clenched and shaking over your partner. The aftershocks of it roll through you, a tremor to your body that Alastor would usually calm by holding you tightly to his chest until your frame went lax against him when it finally passed.

In this moment he is too adrift, his eyes hazy when you pull back to watch him; his hips jerk fruitless beneath you, apparently unwilling to release his hold on you to resume use of the toy. You have mercy on him, reaching further back with the hand that had been braced on his abdomen to wrap around the hard outer frame of the fleshlight, tugging it away and replacing it with your hand. He hisses at the contact, pupils turned to dials as he watches your face, a plea on his lips. It’s a mere two, three pumps of your wrist before he’s spilling over your fingers hard with a quiet, almost pained sigh of your name.

You’ve hardly thought about wiping the mess into his fur when his shadow reaches a snaky tendril across the bed with a warm rag, a fond, satisfied grin stretched across its face. You shoot the extension of your partner a wink before using the offered item to wipe the evidence of Alastor’s release away, brush it gently over the sweat-soaked skin of his abdomen with your head still pressed to Alastor’s heaving chest. “What do you think?” You asked, pressing a lazy kiss to his collarbone, and it’s a moment while he wipes his own hands clean behind you before he answers.

“Satisfactory,” he says simply, “though I believe you were a large contributing factor to that.” He brings his arms up to circle your frame, holding you tightly to him as his heart rate slows beneath you. “Were it not for your suggestion I’d hardly have bothered with the thing- and without your participation I doubt I’d have finished. But it is… thrilling, I suppose, to try something new.”

You can’t help the chuckle that you release into his skin. “You know, usually people don’t bring toys into the bedroom until the relationship has gotten boring.”

He smooths his hands over your frazzled hair before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You know how this started between us,” he says, repositioning your body more comfortably so you can fall asleep entwined with one another, your breath already slowing at the sounds of his soothing voice. “When have we ever had any fun doing things the usual way?”

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

[mscherub]

Biological Fascination

Personally, if I were to end up in Twst I would take a liking to the Fae, Beastmen, and Merfolk. Why? Cause they’re different from humans. Like wdym you grew up in the ocean, or wdym you can live for 100’s of years…and don’t get me started on their ears and tails

And ofc u can see this cause I’m like super interested and practicallly attayched to my babies in the octotrio. Yall im sane I promise. . .

So, ofc, I decided to make this funny, just like many of my other works :3

Word Count: 1.2k

Basics: Reader is curious about beastmen’s ears and tails, NO MAJOR WARNINGS (unless you wanna count my writing then idk—), not proofread so mb for any mistakes yall

Savanaclaw, Octavinelle(TBD), Diasomnia(TBD)

You somehow ended up at Savanaclaw, Grim of course coming along as well as you both study with Jack. The rest of the group was busy and neither you or Jack felt like pushing off studying any longer, so here you three are, working hard (not really)

Jack’s tail swishes behind him lazily as he sits hunched over at the table in the lounge area, writing down and adding other notes as he looks off of yours, Grim doing the same thing. you can’t help but watch his tail intently, the white, fluffy fur basically beckoning you to just touch it. But if you did then that’d be super weird, but there’s also a part of you that just couldn’t believe it was real—

“So, like…your ears and tail. They’re like actually real?” You hum as you look at him. He stops writing and sits up, turning slowly and looking at you curiously.

“Why…wouldn’t they be.” He sighs, sounding ridiculously unsure of the moment, doubting if you were even being honest with him.

“I dunno…just like, you know, beastmen don’t exist in my world, which I’ve told you all countless of times, and people who had ears and a tail were usually considered furries, so, like, no hate at all, but—“

“Furries?”

“Nevermind…” you sigh as you lean back in your chair and cross your arms. His ear twitches slightly and his tail stops swaying. You’ve known him since the start of the year and you’re really asking if his ears and tail are real? Are you ok?

“Sorry for them, Jack, out of all the henchumans I could have gotten, I got the weird one.” Grim chimes in as he nods and sighs as if you were always the problem.

“I don’t get your world, or your mentality.” He finally murmurs out and shifts in his chair again, the wood creaking and groaning beneath him.

You shrug your shoulders, “And neither do I, believe me. I’ve come to accept it. But your ears and tail—“

“Why do you doubt if my ears are real?”

“I’m not doubting, per se, just…questioning. Jack, in all honesty, being as nice as I possibly can and also without tying to sound too weird, ever since I met you I’ve been refraining from just touching your ears and tail…they’re so fluffy and they look soft, and to me at least it’s really odd to see that they’re actually real on someone like you. Oh, can you control your ears and tail like on your own?”

“You’re sounding like Jade and Floyd, Prefect…” he huffs as he awkwardly scoots away from you, ignoring answering your question. “You’ve had plenty of time to accept the differences.”

“Hey, I’m not crazy like them, besides they’re interesting too, actually. Like what do you mean they just grew up in the damn ocean and they actually have a mermaid tail—“

“Eel.”

“Same thing, anyways, like…they just became humans like two years ago, did they need to learn how to walk?” You slump down in your chair. “Too many questions. And I have, too, accepted the differences, I’m just like…”

“Enamored? Look, It’s not that hard to grasp—”

“Oh, shhhhhhhhhh, you don’t know what it was like in my world, human and humans only. Honestly kinda boring. Ending up here was like a great way to humble me, anyways, but, seriously, can you control your tail and ears voluntarily?”

“Are we seriously going back to this?”

“Answer my question…“ you shrug again, eyeing him.

“Hmmm? I thought it was obvious we could…” Leona hums from behind you as he is, rarely, awake and actually going around the dorm. He yawns and flicks his tail as you turn around, one hand gripping the table and the other the back of the chair.

“Can’t hurt to ask.” You greet him with the same attitude as you sit up straighter and give him a smug look.

“It’s a stupid question to ask, either way, herbivore. To answer it, though, think of it as an extra arm, just without the hand.” He sighs.

“That…still doesn’t make sense.” Your brows furrow as you try and make sense of his statement.

“It’s the only way to describe it.”

“I doubt it.” You sigh.

Ruggie makes a grand entrance and comes into the lounge with a whole box of donuts and bags of chips in his arms, his short tail wagging rapidly like a dogs as he hums happily, shoving full donuts and handfuls of chips in his mouth… “Leona! Here’s your wallet back.”

Ruggie throws the wallet to Leona and he catches it without even blinking, yawning again, even.

“You say the tail is like an arm, then is Ruggie making his tail move like that on purpose or…”

Ruggie pauses and he looks at you, his tail instantly stopping as he puffs out his cheeks and pouts at you. He glares at you as he slowly bites a chip.

“Look, herbivore, it’s not exactly an easy thing to explain, you have a tail then you have a tail…you’re too nosey.” Leona shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair to fix it.

“It’s called curiosity Mr. Asshole, I just want to learn. Since when was that a problem!” You stick your tongue out

“Since you’ve been yapping too much.” He sighs

“You’re forever being referred to as Mr. Asshole, Mr. Asshole.” You narrow your eyes at him and turn to face Jack again, picking up your pencil.

You feel a flick in the back of your head and you jump, turning around quickly to see a smirking Leona. “Being curious ain’t a problem, just asking questions about our tails and ears can be a bit of a personal topic.”

“Well I’m sorryyyy, forgive lil old me then.” You say sarcastically.

“Just go find a book or something, Prefect.” Ruggie sighs as he pulls out a chair at the table and sits down.

“It’s easier to understand from people experienced with the appendages.”

“How do you manage to make it sound weird.” Ruggie purses his lips and he looks you dead in the eyes. “Look, I can teach ya! Just pay me a little and then you know, I’ll do whatever. Promise!” he leans forwards and rests his elbows on the table.

“Dude, I’m broke, too, and you know this.”

“Worth a shot.” He shrugs.

“Ok, I’ll…figure it out, bye bye, shoooo, me and Jack are studying.” You wave your hand and you readjust your grip on your pencil and take your notebook back. Leona chuckles and crosses his arms.

“Since when was this your dorm?”

“Ok…really?” You breath out, slowly cocking your head towards Leona to, yet again, glare at him.

“I’m just messing around. I’ve got things to do. Oh, and any other questions, don’t ask anyone other beastmen, they won’t fair well to it…” he shuffles off away to who knows where, most likely to one of his many spots to nap.

“Was that a vague threat?”

“Practically.” Ruggie hums as he stands up and waves at you. “Gotta bounce, too. Later!”

“If your so curious I could give you a rundown…” Jack sighs. “Cause then it’d keep your from possibly letting your curiosity get the better of you with others.”

You whip your head back around to look at him, a smile going across your face. You nod almost too enthusiastically. “You’d do that? Thanks, Jack. This is why your my favorite of the first year group— whoops.”

“Sure. Anyways…”

Y’all, I apologize for not posting one of my writings in like a few days, my motivation went out the window and took a flight to a whole other country then proceeded to dig a hole to the center of the earth and stay there so I can’t reach it…I’m normal :)

Anyways, I’ll work on the other parts, and I’m taking requests for Valentine’s Day! I know I just said I didn’t have motivation, but I like to write requests so that’s different, shhhhh

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[vandme12]

Ronin x FtM Reader? 👀 Like Ronin helping reader after they have gotten top surgery! Or helping prepare their t shots! Haven't seen really anything like that on Tumblr so I hope it won't be too much of a ask! ^^'

WORDS : 1000 W0RDS

CHARACTER USED : Ronin from Killer Chat!

SUMMARY : BACK ALLEY IS BETTER!

I'll be happy to write for requests like these! Don't be shy!

The alley smelled like blood. Not fresh, not clean—old and rotting, a scent that clung to the damp brick walls and the cracked pavement beneath your feet. It mixed with the sharp sting of antiseptic and the metallic tang of something you refused to name.

And yet, Ronin stood beside you, hands in the pockets of his coat, breathing it in like it was the crisp night air.

“Ahh,” he sighed, tilting his head back. “Smells like home.”

You shot him a look, not for the first time questioning how the fuck you ended up here. Then again, you already knew.

You had been saving up, researching, checking waitlists—months, years of hoping, of being told to wait, of people telling you what you already knew about yourself. The gatekeeping, the insurance nightmares, the sheer impossibility of it all. And then—

Then there was Ronin.

He had laughed when you told him your struggle, like it was the funniest joke he’d ever heard. You had been two seconds away from decking him when he’d draped an arm over your shoulder, leaned in close, and whispered in your ear—

“Babe, you should’ve come to me sooner. I know a guy.” And that’s how you ended up here. Ronin wasn’t lying. He did know a guy. He knew exactly where to go. He had strutted through the city’s underbelly like he owned the place, winking at men who looked like they had body parts in their freezers, nodding at surgeons whose credentials were dubious at best. He walked you straight to the back alley butcher he swore by, the one who had carved him into the shape he wanted to be.

"You're gonna owe me for this, y'know."

Ronin’s voice was all casual malice, like he was commenting on the weather instead of leading you down a dimly lit alley that reeked of piss and cigarette smoke. The neon lights of a rundown tattoo shop buzzed overhead, casting jagged shadows along the cracked pavement. He walked like he owned the place, one hand shoved into the pocket of his blood-stained hoodie, the other gesturing lazily at the rusted metal door in front of you.

"Hope you're not squeamish," he added, grinning sharp. "Or if you are, hope you like painkillers. The good shit costs extra, but since I'm so fuckin' generous, I made sure you'd get a little sumthin’."

You swallowed hard. Your ribs still ached from binding too long, from carrying the weight of something that was never meant to be there. Your whole life had been leading to this moment, and Ronin—fucking Ronin—was the one making it happen.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest like it still mattered.

Ronin clicked his tongue and draped an arm over your shoulders, pulling you in like you were some fresh-faced recruit in his little game. His touch was warm, grounding in a way you didn’t want to admit.

"Cuz I like you," he purred, voice all honeyed menace. "And if I like you, that means you get nice things. ‘Course, that also means you owe me, but we’ll worry about that later."

His fingers curled around the nape of your neck for just a second before he let go, shoving the door open with a grand sweep of his hand.

"Welcome to Hell."

The "clinic" was little more than a dingy back room behind an abandoned massage parlor, the kind of place where dreams were bought in cash and sterilization was highly negotiable. A single operating table sat under harsh fluorescent lights, the floor sticky with something you didn’t want to name. The doctor—if you could call him that—was an older man with nicotine-stained fingers and a perpetual scowl.

The "surgeon" looked up, a wiry man with sunken eyes and a cigarette dangling from his lips. His gloved hands were stained—hopefully ink, but you weren’t about to ask.

“Well, well,” he rasped, looking you over. “A friend of the Devil’s?”

Ronin threw an arm around your shoulders. “More than a friend, doc. A project. This one needs your best work.”

The man snorted but gestured to the chair. “You know the drill. Cash up front.”

Ronin didn’t even hesitate. He pulled a thick wad of cash from his pocket, tossed it onto the tray. Where the hell had he gotten it? Probably best not to ask.

"You vouch for them?"" the man grunted, lighting up a cigarette."

Ronin grinned, showing teeth. "I vouch so hard, doc. This one's mine, like I said. so you better make it nice. Or else."

The doc barely blinked, just exhaled a cloud of smoke and waved you toward the table. "Shirt off. Lay down. Try not to die on me."

Ronin leaned against the wall, watching you with a lazy kind of amusement as you hesitated.

"Nervous?" he taunted.

"Shut up," you shot back, yanking your shirt over your head.

Ronin’s smirk didn’t falter, but something in his eyes shifted—something sharp and knowing. He’d been here before. Laid on that same table. Let this same old bastard carve him open and put him back together. He didn’t say it, but you could feel it.

"Good," he murmured. "Means it’s real."

The painkillers barely dulled the sensation. Ronin had warned you, but nothing could really prepare you for the sheer rawness of it. The pull of scalpels. The pressure of hands inside your skin. The sound of your own body being reshaped. You drifted in and out, somewhere between agony and euphoria.

And Ronin was there.

He didn’t leave.

Sat in the corner, flipping a knife between his fingers, making casual conversation with the doc like this was just another Tuesday.

“Y’know, I was gonna kill a guy today,” he mused, tilting his head like a cat playing with a mouse. “But then this came up, and I figured, eh, murder can wait.”

The doc grunted. "Touching."

"Right?" Ronin flashed you a grin. "See how important you are to me?"

You tried to roll your eyes, but it was hard when your body felt like wet cement.

You floated in and out, barely registering voices, hands, movement. You thought you heard Ronin humming, some sweet little tune that didn’t match the circumstances at all. You thought you felt his fingers ghost over your forehead, pushing your hair back. Maybe it was a dream.

Maybe it wasn’t.

A cot creaked beneath you, and the weight of bandages wrapped around your chest kept you anchored to reality.

Everything hurt. Not in a bad way. No, this pain was right.

You weren’t trapped anymore.

You weren’t waiting anymore.

Ronin was sitting on the floor beside you, legs stretched out, twirling a knife between his fingers like he had nothing better to do. He glanced up when you groaned, his grin slow and wicked.

“There he is,” he said, voice dripping with something you couldn’t quite name. “How’s my favorite little surgery boy feelin’?”

You licked your lips. “Like I got hit by a truck.”

Ronin snorted. “Nah, babe, trust me, truck’s worse. I’d know.”

You tried to sit up, but a sharp pull in your chest stopped you. Ronin was up in an instant, hands hovering, but not touching, watching carefully.

“Easy there,” he murmured. “Don’t go tearing my money’s worth.”

You rolled your eyes. “Your money?”

He smirked. “Told ya, babe. You should’ve come to me sooner.”

Something in his expression softened then, just for a second, so fleeting you could’ve imagined it. But his fingers twitched, and his gaze flickered down to your bandages like he was checking to make sure you were still whole.

Like he was making sure you were still you.

The realization sat heavy between you, unspoken. Ronin didn’t do things unless they benefited him. But he had done this for you.

For a second, you wondered why.

Then he clapped his hands together, shattering the moment.

“Alright, alright, enough sentimental bullshit,” he grinned. “You gotta rest, heal up."

You woke up in a motel room that smelled like cheap liquor and blood—probably Ronin’s, though it was hard to tell. Your chest was wrapped tight, fresh gauze stark against your skin. Moving hurt, but it was a good hurt, a hurt that felt like freedom.

"Look who’s alive," Ronin drawled from his perch on the windowsill, flipping a butterfly knife open and closed in lazy motions. "Thought for a second you were gonna punk out on me. Would've been real inconvenient."

You groaned, shifting carefully. "You stayed?"

"’Course I did." He hopped down, crouching next to the bed with a shit-eating grin. "Ain’t every day I help someone reconstruct themselves. Kinda poetic, don’tcha think?"

You stared at him, at the way his eyes flicked over you—not in judgment, not in pity, but in something dangerously close to understanding.

"How bad is it?" you asked, voice hoarse.

Ronin smirked, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a cracked handheld mirror.

“Take a look, baby boy.”

Your hands trembled as you took it. Carefully, you lifted the mirror to see—

Your chest.

Flat.

For the first time in your life, it was yours.

Ronin was the one who helped you sit up, one hand braced against your back, the other carefully maneuvering a pill bottle.

"Alright, sweetheart, open up," he cooed, shaking out a couple of painkillers into his palm. "Be a good boy and take your meds."

You gave him the weakest glare imaginable, but you opened your mouth anyway, letting him pop the pills onto your tongue. He pressed a water bottle into your hand next, watching as you swallowed them down.

“There we go," he murmured, voice softer than usual. "That’s my guy.”

Your chest ached, but it wasn’t the same ache you’d carried all your life. This was a healing kind of pain, a pain that meant change.

Ronin flopped onto the mattress next to you, sprawled like he owned the place, but his attention stayed locked on you.

"You get it now, don’tcha?" he mused, one hand resting lazily on his own stomach. "That feeling—like you finally belong to yourself."

You nodded slowly.

Ronin smirked, but something in his expression flickered. His fingers drummed against his stomach once, twice—then he grabbed your wrist, guiding your hand toward him.

"Go ahead," he said, voice still playful, but gentler. "Feel it."

You hesitated, then let your fingers graze over his torso. The material of his hoodie was worn soft, but you could feel it—raised scar tissue beneath, the subtle differences in how his body had been reshaped.

“You—”

"Mmhm," Ronin hummed, watching your reaction. "Back alley job, just like yours. It ain't pretty, and it sure as fuck wasn’t easy, but it’s mine."

Your throat tightened. You’d thought he was just helping you, that he was playing his usual games. You hadn’t expected this.

Ronin stretched, cracking his neck. "Funny, huh? People think you’re born into something, but nah—you make yourself. Cut away the parts that don’t fit. Build somethin’ new." His grin sharpened. "That’s real power, sweetheart. That’s being alive."

You exhaled shakily. "Yeah. I get it."

Ronin clicked his tongue, ruffling your hair like you were a puppy. "Good. Now get some rest, or I’m gonna have to knock you out myself."

You smirked, letting your eyes slip shut.

[numberonetacostan]

(What I have for) Feral Taco :3

Hello my friends!!!^^ Here is the long post to go along with the drawing of feral taco I made the other day because people showed interest!!! :D It made me so very happy. I apologize if this au isn’t as neatly put together as some others I’ve posted, I straight up did not expect to be typing this out. I thought this would be an au that stayed in Loomy’s daydreams but then people asked so here we are!!! :) Please enjoy!!!!

So Taco’s mental health is absolutely awful after Mic leaves her. Just terrible. So bad. And instead of teleporting away with Mepad’s comatose body after Mic quits the game, she just… gives up. Leaves him there, and walks back to her home in the woods, which I like to think of as being on the other side of the island. Judging from the map we see Mepad display in episode 14, the forest stretches out nearly to the other end of the island, yeah? I tend to think Taco only goes to the edge and area closer to the hotel to meddle in the competition and talk to Mic. As for her actual living space, it’s much easier to stay hidden deep in the forest on the side of the island that everyone else doesn’t live on. So that’s where Taco is. Alone. For quite some time. Season 3 happens, season 2 ends (Without the disaster that the finale was, solely because it doesn’t work well with the timeline of this au. So, uh, Cobs tripped and fell off of MeCloud and caught on fire and died. Suitcase decimated Knife in uh. Jump rope contest. Or something. Good with everyone? Good.), and the show has been on hiatus for a good few months, as a nice break for the cast before season 4 starts. Other than Taco, who has just been alone and getting worse for quite some time now. 

SO! The bulk of this would start around the time that said hiatus will be ending, all the contestants are at the hotel, including those who normally live on Paradise Island, because Mephone is getting ready to announce the next season, including who’s going to be participating! (They still don’t know he made them. This is about TACO. We’re not doing finale stuff here.) Most importantly, out of all of said contestants, are Bot and Goo. This is a Loomy AU you thought there’d be no propaganda in here? No. Taco will form relationships with whoever I please. So, Bot and Goo being Bot and Goo, go and play in the woods!! They’re exploring!! Having fun!! Playing tag, hide and seek, and enjoying nature!!! They stay relatively close to the hotel, for safety purposes, but end up going just a tad too deep into the woods as it’s getting dark. And it’s not called the Perilous Woods for no reason, hm? There’s some real Perilous stuff in there!! It could be a bear, a big snake, a wolf, a dragon, whatever you please since we lack a real world would-be location of Inanimate Island and thus we don’t really know what sort of wildlife would be there. I mean, I have a theory or two, but that’s not the point. Anyways, Bot grabs Goo and bolts. Neither of them are particularly edible, but they can’t be recovered by MeLife and would rather neither of them get maimed, yeah?

They get away from the danger, yay! But now they’re quite lost. Not yay. And now it’s become evening, so it’s dark. Bot does glow in the dark, at least their plush does, but we’ve seen how dark that forest can be during the day in episode 9. They’re nowhere near bright enough to see more than a foot or so ahead of them. And with how dense it is, it wouldn’t be easy for them to extend their legs and look back towards where the hotel is. So, to reiterate, they’re very lost in the thick, dark forest. Not good. Spooky noises all around, two very scared little guys. Especially when they hear rustling in the bushes, coming closer. And closer. And closer. And out from the darkness, they see a single eye staring at them, and scream!!! Until a flashlight is clicked on, and a very confused and unimpressed Taco is looking at them. She’s significantly more crack than she was the last time anyone (Mic) saw her, with one of her eyes whited-out and unseeing, but it’s definitely her!! And she’s holding some fishies skewered on a stick!!! Remember the fishies they’ll come back. 

Now, I don’t think Goo would really know much about Taco, if he knows about her at all, but Bot would definitely have heard about her, at least by virtue of having Fan as a Dad. But! They are very lost, and Taco is kind of their only option here!! So Bot asks her for help!! They’re lost, and need to get back to the hotel. Taco doesn’t really respond, but just sort of continues on where she was walking. Bot tries to get her attention again, but she doesn’t say anything. Once she reaches the bottom of a large shrub though, she holds the bushes open behind her, indicating that they should follow. So it seems like she’s gonna help them get back!! Bot and Goo both try to talk to her while they’re walking, but she doesn’t say anything back. Just keeps looking ahead, occasionally stopping to listen out for any potential predators. After a bit of walking, though, it turns out that she hasn’t led them back to the hotel. She pushes the top off of a stump, and points down, indicating for the two of them to go inside. Obviously, when a disheveled homeless woman you only know through tales that don’t paint her in a good light wants you to go down into a mysterious hole, you would not be too keen on doing so. 

So, Goo is spooked, and Bot’s not liking it either, so they insist Taco lead them back to the hotel. Taco shakes her head, and points down into the stump again. They insist again, Taco points again. They get nowhere, until Bot gets fed up, and turns around to try and search for the hotel on their own again, to which Taco stops them, and finally speaks. And it’s pretty obvious why she wasn’t talking before, because her voice sounds awful. Taco hasn’t spoken at all since Mic left. Why bother? She doesn’t have anyone to talk to, and she’s too upset to be talking to herself. So, her voice is quite hollow and hoarse, when she tells Bot that it’s too dangerous. The hotel is too far, and there’s too high a risk they won’t make it with all the perilousness in the Perilous Forest. If Taco, who’s lived there for years were to go, it would be one thing, but with Bot and Goo? Who are in the forest for the first time? No good. She’ll take them back once the sun’s come up, but for now it’s safer for them all if they take shelter for the night. 

Bot isn’t connected to MeLife, and Goo would quite frankly be happy to not be in the scary dark forest, so they concede and go down into Taco’s hidey hole house with her. It’s… well it sucks. It’s just a big hole. There’s a pile of leaves and moss. Uh. There’s a couple lemons. That’s uh. That’s it. Goo is trying to be a nice little fella, as he is, but he can’t really think of anything particularly nice to say, so he just ends up saying “This is a …place you got here!!” Taco is not amused. She sits down on the dirt floor and gestures to the moss/leaves pile. It’s relatively untouched, since although it was where she used to sleep, she hasn’t slept much for a while now, yeah? As Bot and Goo sit down (or whatever Goo does… just kind of droops a bit I suppose) Taco starts preparing the fish to eat!! With… her bare hands. Or rather, claws. She probably did have tools at one point, but after everything she gave up on maintaining them, and they became rather useless. So, she just does it by hand, wiping the blood and gore off on the dirt walls/floor or even her own lettuce. Quite a disturbing sight. Bot gives a polite but strained “no thank you.” Goo nearly cries. And this was not Taco’s intention!! We already know how bad she is with other people and their feelings, and she’s been in a depression for months!! This has just become the norm for her, she is not trying to scare them!! And doesn’t feel good when Goo is upset!! But of course, this is Taco being faced with emotions, so she fumbles around a bit, taking back the fish and trying to give Goo a lemon with the hand that isn’t soaked in fish blood!! It’s sour, but she does not have any other food stored up. She didn’t leave her little hidey hole for quite some time after her break up, so any storage she had is all used up. Besides, I think Goo would enjoy sour things well enough. Bot is a robot so I’m assuming they technically don’t need to eat and would just chill and let Goo enjoy his lemon. 

So Bot and Goo snuggle up and go to sleep, Taco sits in the dark for a few hours because she doesn’t trust them in her den unsupervised and also has barely slept for months <3. But once light starts seeping in from above, she wakes the two of them up to start the trek back to the hotel. Which, they realize as they start walking, is a pretty long trek. So, to fill the time, Goo tells a story!! For hours. Bot does their best to pay good attention!! Taco wasn’t paying attention when he started talking, much less midway through hour 3. And, remember earlier when I mentioned that you could imagine any sort of creature to be the thing chasing Bot and Goo? Well, not this time. I love bears, they’re cuddly and fluffy and don’t actually attack humans that much. Because they prefer fish and fruits and vegetables. Now, consider who of our three characters here would be absolutely scrumptious for a bear to eat. Because she’s full of vegetables. So, a bear comes and tries to eat Taco, Bot and Goo are quite rightfully very frightened, and Taco pulls out her space shooter, shoots it like a sick horse, and keeps walking. The founding members of the cheer factory are surprised, and have to scramble to catch up with her after a moment, because what the actual fuck was that. Well. I don’t think Goo knows the word fuck but still. They ask fair questions, like about how often she gets attacked by bears and why she has a gun, but Taco isn’t talking again and just keeps walking. Goo doesn’t go back to his story, so they just end up walking in silence, until they reach the edge of the forest!! There’s the hotel!! Hooray!! Taco points to the hotel, and immediately turns around to leave. Goo and Bot do thank her for helping them get back though, even if she doesn’t say anything back. 

They are immediately swamped upon entering the hotel. Fan is sobbing while holding Bot, and Test Tube is joining the hug even if she isn’t crying out the entire Atlantic Ocean. Goo is very much checked up on and doted upon too, even if none of the other contestants are his parents, they all probably have a mutual agreement to keep an eye on such a little and whimsical fella, yeah? But anyways, uh, the others had been looking for them for more or less the entire night and very much want to know where they’d disappeared to, of course!! So they explain getting lost and running into Taco which makes the air turn rather awkward, since she’s such a taboo topic in the hotel. When asked how she was, Bot and Goo mostly just look at each other like (⚆₋₍⚆). That would be even more concerning. Goo eventually just says a little “mm, well… if you don’t have anything nice to say you shouldn’t say anything…” Because. All they have to report is that she looked terrible, barely spoke, had blood on her half the time, and killed a bear that tried to eat her without flinching. And that’s. Very concerning. 

I honestly don’t have as much to say from here, since as I said I never expected to actually be sharing this concept, so it’s still really more of a concept rather than an au, but I’d say a small group goes to check on her here, and with Pickle’s permission (remember, only Knife and Soap know Mic had worked with her), offer her a room in the hotel. I mean, they still don’t like her, but Bot and Goo’s description of her ripping into fish with her bare hands for sustenance and having a nearly-falling-apart shell, they feel it pretty inhumane to not try to help her, yeah? And Taco is not having it. She opens up her little stump-roof-thing when Bot knocks and they and Goo call for her, but immediately slams it shut upon seeing they’ve brought more people, and refuses to come out, even when offered the hotel room. Taco is in the pinnacle of her self-hating era here, like she is doing so fucking bad. Remember when Brian said she’d be way worse off without Mepad? Well, here she is without Mepad, very much worse off. She believes herself incapable of changing!!! She would think going into the hotel would be the worst idea ever. She’d think she’d probably kill someone or steal something. She’d think OJ is an idiot for trying to let a kleptomaniac with a history of violence into his and the others’ place of living. 

And it would take quite a lot for her to be convinced, not even to go to the hotel just for a visit or an actual meal, but just to leave her den when she isn’t 100% sure no one else is around. Maybe it would be Mic. Maybe it would be Mepad. Even Balloon or Suitcase. It could be a combination of all of their respective efforts, that maybe things could turn out alright for Taco. Who knows. Not me because I have genuinely told you guys all I have for this concept at the moment. I’ll probably have more eventually but I would feel bad for making you all wait and also that eventually could be days or months so might as well put out what I have lol. 

Hope you all enjoyed!!! <3 sorry if this one sucked byeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[the-owl-tree]

Everything seems to be connected to this Wolf. Who are they?

Wolfchase (She/Her) was a former warrior of TempestClan, born to Stoutsnarl and Oatwhisker, she had a tumultuous upbringing after Oatwhisker fled TempestClan and was raised by her abusive father. She was a closeted trans she-cat, something that was further wielded against her during her upbringing in the nursery. She eventually began to find her path when she was apprenticed to Threadfur (They/Them), an older cat who had once secretly been part of an old insurgent group that the Saints had managed to dismantle.

Wolfpaw grew up in an interesting time for TempestClan, who were experiencing a rare "apprentice boom". She made easy friends with a lot of the apprentices around her, including those her age - Harepaw and Silverpaw - as well as those were older and taking on their Warrior names - Blizzardstrike, Skuadive, and Houndfoot. Managing to form a close clique with them, helping her withstand the isolation she faced from the wider Clan and her own father. Things really changed when she managed to gain her Warrior name and met Sheepfall, the two hitting it off when Sheepfall was not so nicely not given permission to leave. While Sheepfall was bitter and anger, Wolfchase had gained a new passion with the guidance from her mentor and she had managed to give Sheepfall something she thought she had lost forever: hope.

Sheepfall's arrangement to Cariboucall was heart-breaking to Wolfchase, and she pushed to begin conspiring her own revolution with the help of her friends. They made their attack during a meeting...and were subdued after a tense fight, with Wolfchase being captured after being identified as their ring leader.

I like the idea that during this she pretends to "turn" on her friends, trying to make it seem like she'd manipulated them. she singles out sheepfall especially to try and protect her, making herself look like the bad guy to pull some sympathy for sheepy.

Stripped of her name and her rank, she is referred to as just Wolf, marking her as a rogue, as lesser. Imprisoned and awaiting execution, the cats who had followed her got together and made a plan. Big ol' public execution in the abandoned Church, she's roughed up a bit before the Saint clamps down on her throat. Messy on the details here, but Blizzardstrike is the one who managed to knock the Saint off with Wolf's group of rebels managing to race out of the camp and escape with her...except for Sheepfall.

All of Wolf's followers take on similar names. If she's a rogue, then they're rogues with her. It's a sign of rejecting TempestClan altogether, a way to bond them. They travel a long ways away, struggling with the weather until they find a cave they settle down in. Wolf and Sheepfall eventually meet up again, with Sheepfall staying in the Clan as a spy, something Wolf initially protests before eventually having to agree.

While initially small, her rebellion grows in size as more and more cats begin to defect and she's able to provide more stable security and guidance to them...before eventually, they make their attack.

Other fun Wolf trivia:

Wolf is infectiously dramatic and compelling in her ability to inspire, she is someone who can keep her audience locked on her during her speeches.

She has a soft spot for kittens, absolutely loves playing kit sitter for the cats who come to her rebellion with their litters.

Mentioned before but she's polyam! She's in a relationship with Silver, Hare, Blizzard, and Sheepfall.

Her relationship with each of them vary, Silver and Hare are together while Blizzard and Sheepfall are only in a relationship with her.

Blizzard and Sheepfall kill her dad during the first attack, out of view. Sheepfall isolates him and Blizzard takes the fucker out for good. She doesn't find out they did that until further along.

Wants to get to know all of Sheepfall's kits but by the end of it...one's dead, one's run off, and one is banished from the Clan. She and Stormrunner do hit it off, though it's more of a mentor/apprentice thing (which Wolf is cool with).

I think it's hard for her to reconcile that same warmness for Blightspirit when he approaches them. He was responsible for quite a bit of damage and even though he's Sheepfall's son, the damage is done.

She doesn't take on a -star suffix when TempestClan is destroyed. Not sure what I want to rename them to, but definitely something that isn't a Clan. She wants to scrub that entirely.

I figure her first appearance as a leader of a new Clan immediately sends the other Clans into Hostile Panic Mode, which has to carefully navigate. Hits it off with Dawnstar and Sandstar and manages to impress Swiftstar with how she navigates gathering politics.

[aangelinakii]

TO YOUR SHOULDERS.

— you always looked better with your hair down.

summary : despite always wearing your hair up, jason thinks it looks better down.

note : yes this is totally ripped off from a scene in dexter s4,, and also reader is described with long hair but not explicitly fem ??? so just a heads up for that

it had never been a question of if you looked nice, it was just that it worked better for you in every way.

your trusty, dusty claw clip.

having your hair out of your face helps you think, helps you concentrate. you don't need to worry about fly-aways when you're eating, nor food getting stuck in the ends. it goes with every outfit, your claw clip.

whoever invented this thing needs everything they deserve and more, wherever they are.

that morning, as you dressed for work, you'd been standing in the bathroom mirror, clip lodged between your teeth as you gathered your hair at the back of your head.

jason's reflection emerged through the door, and he stepped up to the toilet next to you, lifting the seat up with the back of his knuckle — something he preferred doing to avoid getting germs on his fingers, which he'd wash off anyway.

but he paused, looking at you, and you could feel his gaze, as well as see it in the mirror if you tilted your head just a little.

your movements never ceased, and you reached to the front of your face, fingers closing around your clip.

"hey," jason piped up, almost urgent in a way that caused you to drop your hair and spin to look at him. his eyebrows were raised, but lowered in an instant, and his eyes were calm, kind.

after touching the toilet, he didn't want to reach up and ruin your hair, but he ghosted a hand over the front of your locks. "have i ever told you how good you look with your hair down?"

no, he hadn't, but now he has.

instinctively, you pulled away with a bashful grin threatening to poke out from pulled-up cheeks, soft like fresh bread. "really?" you breathed out, a small laugh like a song to your voice.

"really," he smiled with a nod.

"okay, i'll keep it down today." as you leaned forward into him, placing a hand on his toned chest, your smile still lingered as you kissed him, and you could feel the muscles in his face doing the same.

however, you hadn't kept your promise — not that it was a promise at all, but it was a compliment and it had made you feel warm and fuzzy.

but it's a force of habit, putting your hair up.

so when the work you were doing got a little bit more stressful, a little bit more things for you to rush around and do, the claw clip you'd kept safe in your bag just in case came out and clamped itself in your hair, keeping it up and out of your face.

by the time you'd closed the front door behind you and kicked your shoes off, jason was rounding the corner into the hallway to welcome you home.

your bag slipped from your fingers, falling to the floor as he appeared, and your arms stretched out for him. there was a slight pause in his actions, but it was barely anything noticeable in the exhaust of your head.

his wide frame slotted between your open arms, strong biceps holding you within his own. whilst your hands lay half-limp on his back, jason's embrace was tight, a hand coming to position on the nape of your exposed neck.

soft kisses tickled your temple.

"missed me?" you chuckled, voice muffled by the fabric of jason's grey t-shirt.

to which he only hummed in return, pulling his head away from where he'd been kissing to burrow in the crook of your shoulder. and then he said something, but you couldn't make it out, for his words had got lost in the threads of your clothes.

"speak up?" you offered, carefully twitching your head away so he'd look up.

when his face finally emerged, you found his black hair messed with affection and his eyes soft like the fur of a labrador. his lips thinned with a similar shyness you'd felt that morning.

"you put your hair up," jason finally mustered himself up to say, pads of his fingers dancing along the curls that had fallen down at the back after a busy day.

with a sharp inhale, you brought a hand to feel the clip, as if just realising it was there. "oh! sorry, it's been a long day."

you felt jason's hand rise to the clip too, and you moved yours away, settling it around the base of his neck, where your other hand met it.

"it's okay." his voice was soft and soothing, like a cup of chamomile and honey on a horridly rainy day; the scent of lavender when you're trying to get to sleep.

suddenly the tension at the back of your head was lost.

jason's other hand came around, brushing through the hair released from its clip, coming up to the top of your head to style it to frame your face. his eyes never looked at the hair, only you.

"perfect."

and the styling hand rested upon your cheek, thumb absently skimming across the skin.

with a gentle pull on his neck, you leaned forward, eyes fluttering shut, to meet him in the middle. if you were perfect, he was heaven-sent.

[ur-dad-satan]

BarbatosxF!MC (she/they)

Personal Assistant

5.9K words, 18+, MDNI, Enjoy <3

(Including stolen touches, public sex, fingering/hand job, kissing, groping, oral (M & F giving and receiving), M and F orgasms (includes squirt), and face painting)

MC had been living in the Devildom for a few months now, and had taken quite the interest in the Demon Prince's butler. In fact, they would try to help out around the castle anytime they could just to get a little extra off of Barbatos' plate. Whether that was helping Diavolo with his paperwork, or cleaning something that needed to be cleaned, despite the blue haired butler always saying that he could do it himself. MC refused to stop trying to help out and whether it was because she just wanted to be nice, or because Barbatos had piqued her interest and she wanted to get closer to him, she didn't really care.

As much as Barbatos tried to keep his metaphorical distance, he couldn't avoid MC if he tried. The human was virtually everywhere, and as annoying as it could be, it also meant that she was extremely reliable. This came in handy on one summer day when Diavolo was sick with a summer cold, but couldn't reschedule an important meeting. As much as he tried his best to get up and go, he was too sick and Barbatos wouldn't let him. So, as a compromise, he offered to go in the prince's place. However, it would be a lot for one demon. So, Barbatos picked up his D.D.D. and made a call.

"Hello, Barbatos. To what do I owe this pleasure?" Lucifer asked politely when he answered.

"Hello, Lucifer. The young master has come down with a cold, however, I must attend an important meeting and I require a bit of assistance. If you aren't too busy, would you be willing to accompany me in a few hours?" Barbatos asked politely. A small, apologetic, sigh could be heard along with paper rustling from the black-haired man's side of the line.

"I'm sorry, Barbatos, I'm still working on the student council paperwork, and I have to get my brothers to do their paperwork too. Unfortunately, I am extremely busy today. Perhaps MC is available today." Lucifer suggested. Barbatos thought about it for a moment, then spoke once more.

"Very well. Thank you anyway Lucifer. I will check in with MC." Barbatos said genuinely. "Good luck with your brothers." He added.

"Thank you. Please tell Lord Diavolo that we wish him well." Lucifer said. The two finished their conversation, then Barbatos called the human under the same roof.

"Hello?" MC answered pleasantly. Her cheery tone was admittedly a pleasant change from his tired one and Diavolo's sickly one.

"Hello MC. I was wondering if you were free to accompany me to a very important meeting? The young master is sick, and I require a bit of assistance." Barbatos asked.

"Yeah! I can definitely be your assistant!"

"Excellent! Thank you very much, MC." Barbatos said relieved.

"No problem! When is the meeting and what do I need to know?" MC asked. Barbatos shared all of the details including that it was a smart-casual meeting and that he just needed them to be an extra note-taker. Not long after, MC was showing up to the castle to help Barbatos and wish Diavolo well. For the meeting, MC wore a nice light colored blouse and a dark blue skirt; though not matching Barbatos' white button up shirt, and signature blue pants and blazer.

*.*.*.*.*.

During the boring meeting, MC tried their hardest to pay attention, but found themself spacing out once or twice. The second time they zoned out, rather than refocusing on their own, a foot gently nudged their own. Subtly, MC looked up and made eye contact with Barbatos. His eyes practically said 'pay attention', but quite frankly, MC didn't want to. She knew it was an important meeting, but it was so boring. It had already been going on for over an hour and a half! MC already had three pages of hand written notes, and there wasn't an end to this meeting in sight. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her head and she tried to suppress a small smirk.

MC adjusted slightly in her seat and crossed her legs comfortably. She continued writing down notes and paying attention, but let her foot touch Barbatos' leg. A small flicker of acknowledgement barely flashed behind his eyes; however, he didn't stutter or stop speaking. This simply wouldn't do. As Barbatos and the other demons spoke, MC went between paying attention, and writing the important things they said. They waited a few minutes to avoid suspicion from the blue haired demon they had came with, then began to move her foot up and down Barbatos' leg earning a small glance from him, but not much else.

Soon, MC moved their foot higher up Barbatos' leg. His legs were slightly apart, so it was easy for MC to press their foot between their knees. They looked up at him through their lashes as nonchalantly as they could. He shot them another small glance, this one seeming to hold a warning behind an almost unwavering expression. MC knew what she was doing could end badly, but honestly, it was a risk they were willing to take. As the meeting went on, MC's foot crept higher and higher up Barbatos' leg, but they stopped when their foot was halfway up his thigh. She never broke her facade of diligent note taker, and before she knew it, the host of the meeting was giving their closing remarks. MC wanted to do one more thing, knowing that she'd already be in trouble anyway, so why not? Barbatos put on a polite smile and spoke; however, MC pushed her foot into his crotch as he did. Though almost unnoticeable, his breath hitched. As quickly as it happened, his breath evened out and he continued speaking and gathering his things to leave.

"Oh, please do not forget," The meeting's host spoke gathering everyone's attention once more. "There is a social event this evening. Wine, hors d'oeuvres, live music, and polite conversation. And please, dress for the weather; it is going to be quite warm." They reminded the room. MC's eyes lit up a bit and packed up her stuff and said her goodbyes. As they walked out of the venue, Barbatos pulled MC into a different, smaller, unused meeting room and a stern expression overtook his face.

"MC, what was that about? I asked you here to focus and take notes, not to... touch me." Barbatos said, his usual cool demeanor was completely gone. His voice dripped with an inebriating mixture of annoyance, slight embarrassment, and exasperation. MC nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders and put on a coy expression.

"I was taking notes, just like you asked. I just got a little bored and my foot started to... wander." MC said innocently. Though he tried to seem irritated and frustrated, the light blush spread across his face betrayed him. As did what MC had pressed her foot against a bit ago. Barbatos let out a sigh and rubbed a tensed middle finger and a thumb on his temple.

"MC, please just do as I ask next time. We cannot afford to embarrass Lord Diavolo." Barbatos said exasperatedly. A mischevious grin settled on MC's face.

"Next time? There'll be a next time?" MC said through a grin. Barbatos, clearly frustrated, rolled his eyes and started to leave the room with MC hot on his heels.

*.*.*.*.*.

The two made their way back to the castle to check on Diavolo. Lo and behold, the red-haired prince was not feeling any better. As much as he wanted to get up and go, he physically could not. Barbatos decided that he would have to take MC along with him once again. Slightly begrudgingly, Barbatos told MC to go back to the House of Lamentation and dress for the occasion.

"I will be at there to pick you up in approximately two hours. Can you be ready by then?" Barbatos asked escorting the human to the castle door.

"Yeah, of course! I know just what to wear. I'll see you in a few hours." MC said genuinely excited. They ran a feathery hand down Barbatos' arm and left, going to get ready for this event. A fleeting moment of regret flashed in his mind, but he pushed it out as soon as is flashed in his head.

*.*.*.*.*.

The time had finally come for Barbatos to pick up the human for the social event they had to attend. Barbatos had also asked Simeon and Luke to stay with Diavolo and tend to him while he was gone because he didn't know when they would be back. Though out of his usual style, and he didn't want to admit it, he thought he looked really nice in this outfit and it made him a bit excited for this event. When he rung the doorbell to the House of Lamentation, it only took a few seconds for Beelzebub to answer the door looking slightly confused, but a polite smile quickly replaced it.

"Hi Barbatos," The tall demon smiled.

"Hello, Beelzebub. I am here to pick up MC for the evening." Barbatos smiled back.

"Oh, come in for a minute, I'll go get her." Beel said and motioned for him to come into the foyer, which he accepted. He sipped from a water bottle as he closed the door, before looking Barbatos up and down taking in his appearance. "I like your suit." He complimented genuinely. The butler wore a blue two piece suit, a black button-up shirt, and black shoes; his hair was in its signature style, and a silver watch sat on his wrist that tied his look together.

"Thank you," Barbatos smiled genuinely as the orange-haired man turned to walk away, then disappeared around a corner. It wasn't long until the sound of a pair of heels could be heard coming down the hall. Barbatos looked up just in time to see MC come into the foyer followed closely by Asmodeus. The human was clad in an olive green wrap around skirt and top set, silver jewelry, and small black heels. Their pink hair contrasted beautifully against the color of their outfit.

Barbatos took a moment to take in her appearance; she looked amazing. A small smile overtook his face before he greeted the two people in front of him.

"Hello again, MC. Hello Asmodeus." Barbatos said.

"Hi, Barbs." MC said smiling back. Both she and Asmo took in the butler's appearance, then shared a look.

"You two look so good! Especially next to each other!" Asmo gushed. He had helped MC get ready, and let her borrow one of his perfumes to pull it all together.

"Thank you, Asmodeus. I must say, I agree that you look splendid, MC." Barbatos said kindly.

"Thanks! Would you be okay with Asmo taking our picture? I really love this outfit." MC asked. Seeing no harm in it, he obliged and posed with MC while the blond haired demon snapped a few pictures of the pair, before they turned to leave.

*.*.*.*.*.

When Barbatos and MC arrived, it felt more like a small party in a big mansion. Most of the attendants who were previously at the meeting were there along with presumably their significant others or assistants. Time goes by, and Barbatos and MC have polite conversations with everyone, munch on the mini appetizers, and enjoy a drink to the light music filling the air. Though mostly behaved, MC did steal quite a few... daring touches throughout the night. They started off small on his arm or shoulder, then they became more pointed. A feathery touch slipped under his jacket once or twice, and MC's fingers "accidentally" tapped against Barbatos' hip; those were the touches that made the blue-haired man's stomach do flips.

As calm and collected as Barbatos usually was, MC's stolen touches continuously ran through his head in a way he couldn't stop. The more he thought about the way his skin burned at MC's touch even over all of his clothes, the more he felt his will to be civilized and remember where he was, was slipping. The evening continued and MC only stole more touches, each lingering a bit longer than the last as she sipped on flutes of rare human world wine. Toward the end of the night, Barbatos had been marinating in emotional turmoil and decided that he would do something rash; he'd do something completely out of character. As a waiter passed by with a tray of demonus, Barbatos grabbed two glasses, quickly downed them, and noticed walking away.

MC had slipped away from the party down a long hall to go to the bathroom. The hall didn't have many decorations aside from a few paintings, a large oval-shaped mirror, and a table next to a door leading to a bathroom. As MC finished up, she dabbed a bit of cool water on her face and let out a sigh. They felt almost completely drained and when they next saw Barbatos, they'd ask if they could leave yet. What the human didn't expect was for Barbatos to be standing next to the table only a few feet away from them.

"Oh, just the demon I wanted to see." MC said cheerily. Barbatos let out a breathy laugh and a sly smile overtook his face.

"I'm glad I could be in the right place." He said and leaned against the table. MC stepped closer to him still wanting to tease him. All she really wanted was to see if she could break him.

"Can we leave soon? My social battery is running low." MC asked. They placed a delicate hand on Barbatos' arm; whether it was an absentminded movement or purposeful, it set his skin ablaze all the same.

"Unfortunately, we must stay for a while longer. However, I suppose we can hide away for a few minutes, if you need to." He suggested.

"Yes, please." MC said in relief. They exhaled and let out a small laugh, before turning their attention to the butler who may have gotten closer. "By the way, Asmo wasn't lying when he said you look nice. I know you always wear blue, but this shade really... brings out the green in your eyes." MC complemented. There was a look in MC's eye as she spoke that intrigued Barbatos. A dangerous mixture of hunger and want.

"Thank you, MC. Maybe that's why you can't seem to keep your hands to yourself." Barbatos joked with a hint of flintiness. A mixture of embarrassment and excitement flashed across the human's face, before it changed to a more nonchalant one.

"Ah, I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable. I'm sorry if that's the case." MC said and moved her hand off of him. Despite this, the fire inside of him spread up to his chest. He was losing his will to behave.

"Not at all. I was merely pointing it out. Though I'm not usually one for revenge, I feel like I should get you back for all those stolen touches, and what you did at this morning's meeting." Barbatos said with a smile as he got ever so closer. The two were less than a foot apart. The air was thick as MC looked up into Barbatos' eyes really noticing how much taller he was than them. He all but cornered MC against the table. His hands were right next to them, but not actually touching them, but extremely close.

"Really now?" A seductive smile slipped onto MC's face as they leaned against the table, something hot and rough bubbled up in their lower stomach.

"Yes, really." As Barbatos spoke, ever so close to MC's face, a light pink blush dusted his cheeks and ears. The combination of his massive presence, his physical height, his cologne, and the alcohol on his breath was almost dizzying. Both of their walls were crumbling, and there was almost nothing they could do about it. Barbatos placed a hand on MC's waist and pressed his fingers right above the waistband of her skirt. Her breath hitched almost silently at the sensation. Both of their eyes lidded, and their breathing became heavier; they were completely lost in each other's gaze. MC's eyes fell to Barbatos' slightly parted lips.

"Barbatos," MC's voice was breathy and her plea sounded almost like a moan. Fuck. That was all it took for him to break. He squeezed MC's waist and grabbed her face, as he hungrily closed the distance between the two. They melted into one another's touch. Their bodies pressed against each other as their breaths quickened and small sounds of pleasure escaped from them. MC's hands flew up to wrap around Barbatos' neck, pulling him as close as he could physically be. Their lips danced against one another; only heating up when Barbatos' tongue slipped past his lips and into MC's mouth. The taste of demonus was a welcome intrusion that made her moan softly.

The sound once more turned Barbatos on and he lifted MC onto the table, slotting himself between her legs. The table was relatively small, so MC's back pressed against the wall, the cold material felt amazing against their warm skin. Barbatos' hands ran up MC's sides, then one continued up to the back of her neck, while the other went back down to squeeze her hip possessively. MC, wanting to take some control, broke the kiss attacking Barbatos' neck. MC kissed and licked at his neck, careful not to leave any marks. The feeling sent shivers down his spine and he let out a shaky breath, only getting hard in his pants. Absentmindedly, the blue-haired man started grinding against MC's thigh aching for some kind of contact.

"Mmm, MC-" He moaned lowly right into MC's ear. She almost bit down on a highly visible area of his neck, but stopped herself just in time. "You're driving me crazy." He finished saying in a tone that was a half laugh and half moan. MC couldn't take it anymore, they knew they'd sound like a slut, or like they're desperate, but they didn't fucking care.

"Fuck, Barbatos." MC pleaded and moved one hand down to rub Barbatos' hard dick over his pants. His breath hitched, and he began attacking MC's neck with kisses, licks, and gently running his fangs across her skin. He nodded his head and squeezed MC's hip with one hand and ran the other up the back of her top. MC's hands went to work unbuckling Barbatos' belt. As she moved, the blue-haired man started to grope MC's breasts, in a way that could only be described as uncouth degeneracy.

MC slipped her hand down his pants, palming him over his underwear making him let out low, growl-like moans from his chest. Completely lost in pleasure, Barbatos' dominant hand slid down MC's thigh, then ducked under her skirt as he touched her gently above her panties. MC moaned against Barbatos' skin and her hips bucked against his touch. His fingers pressed and prodded against their pussy making their underwear get wetter and wetter while he got harder and harder. The tension was becoming too great for the pair, it only took a minute longer for their hands to dip below one another's underwear. Barbatos' soft skin contrasted from the hardness of his lust; however, MC's wetness complemented the delicate softness of hers.

"MC," Barbatos started. "I don't know if I can hold myself back from having my way with you any longer." His breath was shaky as his ever-present control slipped from how heated the moment was. The social was a long forgotten memory in this long, hidden away hall and all they cared about was each other.

"Then don't. Fuck me already." Not a moment after the words left the human's mouth, Barbatos' lips were on MC's. He pulled MC close by her waist and pulled the wet fabric aside before pushing his hard cock into MC's wet cunt. They moaned out in unison careful to keep their voices low as to not get caught. Barbatos shrugged off his suit jacket, leaving him looking more disheveled by the minute. They both took a moment to adjust to his size and their tightness respectively, before Barbatos began to move his hips. The pleasure radiated from their abdomens and spread throughout their bodies hotly, intensifying ten-fold wherever their bodies touched.

Low moans seeped from their mouths and mixed together with the low hum of the band playing back down the hall where someone could walk down and see them having sex out in the open so brazenly. The very thought turned MC on even more. They reached up and started to unbutton Barbatos' shirt about halfway; she couldn't not leave at least a bit of evidence. As Barbatos thrusted deeper into MC gradually becoming more rough, MC put her arms in his shirt and ran her nails gently down his back making his back arch and his cock push deeper into the human.

"F-fuck!" The blue-haired demon moaned out a bit louder than anticipated. "MC, you're going to get us in trouble if you keep that up." His breath was hoarse and unsteady.

"Should I stop?" MC asked in a faux innocent voice mimicking the one she used after the meeting that morning. Barbatos didn't know why, but his face burned once again, and his cock twitched inside of MC.

"Absolutely not." Barbatos replied and began to kiss her again. His thrusts got faster, and MC dug her nails into Barbatos' back making him moan into her mouth and transform into his demon form. Without a moment of hesitation, Barbatos used his tail to play with MC's clit making her moan harder into his mouth and her hands scratched into Barbatos' skin again. The intense pleasure mixed with the atmosphere of everything going on around them makes them both cum. Barbatos quickly pulls out and cum on her thighs as he covered MC's mouth muffling her orgasm. Despite both of them already riding out their orgasms, Barbatos' tail did not let up on MC's sensitive and puffy clit. Through their continued stimulation, MC's toes began to curl in their shoes and they reached down to pump Barbatos' dick even more.

His legs started to shake with the overstimulation matching MC's already trembling body. Both of their movements slow to a stop. Barbatos pretty much leaned down on MC as they caught their breath together, and Barbatos' horns and tail seem to disappear as they calm down. Barbatos fixed his clothes, then ducked into the bathroom to get a damp paper towel and helped MC clean up. After they were both completely dressed, they walked back into the main area where everyone else was. The only reason no one was suspicious was because their whole little rendezvous only took fifteen minutes.

*.*.*.*.*.

About an hour later, Barbatos and MC were saying their goodbyes to the guests as they leave and they decide to leave as well. Luckily, the walk from the venue to the House of Lamentation was approximately 20 minutes long. MC suggested walking rather than calling a car and having their night end in five minutes. The two chatted happily as they strolled down the dim, sparsely populated streets, only lit by streetlights and the few faint stars that could be seen in the devildom sky. Despite both of their calm and happy demeanors, the events from earlier played over in their heads. The touches, the kisses, the heat, the atmosphere; it almost fogged their thoughts. Those feelings seemingly leaking from the back of their heads, slowly dotting its way into their current conversation. While Barbatos was speaking, MC suddenly let out a small laugh which he met with an inquisitive look.

"Did I say something funny?" Barbatos asked half amused.

"No, sorry. I was just thinking. I never thought I'd hear the Barbatos, butler of the Devildom's prince say 'fuck'." MC said holding back another small laugh. Barbatos immediately knew that they were talking about, and a light blush spread across his face.

"Well, I never thought I would abandon such an important event to indulge in such acts. Even if it was for less than twenty minutes." Barbatos replied. The more the earlier scenes played in his head, the more his blush spread, but stayed light and airy.

"Damn, just the thought of me is enough to make you blush, huh? It's a shame we had to rush." MC teased and linker her arm in his, her fingers brushing his hip once again.

"MC... Barbatos said in a tone of both warning and slight embarrassment.

"What? I didn't do anything." MC grinned and hugged his arm into her chest.

"MC, I'm only going to tell to tell you this once: you don't want to start something you can't finish." The tall man warned again. Once again, he was in an internal struggle for control over his actions. It wouldn't be wise to lose his composure and do such unbecoming acts where anyone can see. It wasn't late, so people could easily see if they did do something out on the street. MC let out a snort of laughter before leaning close to his ear, and speaking again.

"I think I finished what I started when you came all over my thighs in the hallway." MC's voice was low and sultry as they spoke. Barbatos' breath came out shakily, a familiar fluttering in his stomach told him all he needed to know.

"If I'm not mistaken, I did all of the work." Barbatos said and freed his arm from MC's grasp. He wrapped his arm tightly around MC's waist and let his thumb rub small circles on their exposed skin. He pulled them close and spoke into their ear. "You just laid there on your back, looking pretty, and taking me in so well." His voice deepened when he spoke, an air of gruffness replacing his usual honey-like voice. MC bit her lip to keep herself from moaning; a familiar pang pulled in MC's pelvis and they knew their underwear was going to get wet again.

"Really, now? Fine, how about I put in some work then?" MC asked and trailed her hand from Barbatos' lower outer thigh, upward and inward. She avoided his crotch and instead finished trailing her hand up the center of his thigh, then over to the buckle of his belt. The butler's breathing became shallow and his cock started to stiffen at her touch. Damn this human's affect on him.

"Oh? And how would you do that?" Barbatos asked with a mischevious grin as he looked down into MC's eyes. MC went up on her tip toes and kissed Barbatos on the lips briefly, before looking around the empty street, and pulling Barbatos down a dim alley. Once they were more towards the back, MC pushed the demon against one of the walls and caressed his face gently.

"Like this." MC said and kissed Barbatos deeply. His hands greedily gripped and kneaded MC's ass and thighs as her hands slid down his body. Barbatos' tongue found its way into MC's mouth, deepening the kiss and making the human moan lightly. MC unbuttoned the butler's suit jacket and ran her hands down his clothed chest, taking it upon herself to squeeze his chest like he had squeezed hers; a shiver ran up his spine and he let out a shaky moan. MC kept kissing Barbatos and started to unbutton his shirt. After the black button up hung loosely off his torso, MC pulled away; a thin strand of saliva connected their lips, before falling into nothingness. MC kissed along Barbatos' jaw, biting softly every now and then as one of her hands continued rubbing his chest, and the other went down to sinfully grope his hard dick over his pants.

"Shit, MC-" The man moaned out. His pleasure only intensified when MC started kissing lower. She kissed down his neck, to his chest, leaving a bite mark only he and MC would know about. A slew of low but salacious swears and moans leaked from their mouths, drifting into the air, and against skin respectively. MC kept going lower, making her way to his stomach, then lower stomach. They got on their knees, and looked up at Barbatos through thick lashes. MC began tugging at Barbatos' belt and their eyes met; heat rose and radiated off the two.

MC opened Barbatos' pants and pulled out his hard dick. She licked up the shaft, teasing his tip with their tongue and watching Barbatos' face become more red and contort. MC kept teasing the demon, until she couldn't take it anymore. The human took as much of his cock as she could before it hit the back of her throat causing her to gag. The vibration made Barbatos moan and grasp the human's face. Gently, he caressed MC's face as her head bobbled up and down his cock, not wanting to look away from such a beautifully lewd sight.

Whether it was because of how intimate the moment was, or how hot the moment was, it didn't make a difference as Barbatos transformed into his demon form. As he watch MC, his mouth watered; he wanted their- no, he craved their taste. Reluctantly, he guided their mouth off of him, and spoke.

"Get up." He commanded in a tone completely soaked in lust. The human complied, but before she could ask why, Barbatos was lifting her up and putting her legs over his shoulders. He leaned her against the wall he was just against, and moved her skirt to the side. He kept one hand on MC's ass half for support and half for his own pleasure. With his other hand, he pulled at one side of her underwear and popped the seam completely and cleanly so he had quick and easy access to her tight, juicy twat.

"Barbatos!" MC called out in surprise. He looked her in the eye and smiled that damn calm, polite smile that he wore everyday and reassured the human that everything was under control.

"Don't worry, dear. I can sew them back up. I'm careful in everything I do." Barbatos said before kissing MC's thighs getting closer and closer to her dripping wet pussy. When he started kissing and licking their sensitive cunt, MC let out a shuddered moan and leaned their head back in pleasure as much as they could. The demon lapped and licked and sucked, massaging MC's ass and hips, now with both hands. Moans leaked from both of their mouths softly and drifted off in the evening air. MC thought it couldn't feel better as their hands held Barbatos' face in admiration, but somehow, he did the impossible; with just enough pressure to make an orgasm shoot through their body, Barbatos ran his teeth over her puffy clit. A high pitched gasp-like moan erupted from MC's chest. Her hands gripped Barbatos' hair in pleasure causing his dick to twitch in response.

MC's hips jerked into Barbatos' mouth where his movements slowed. A combination of spit and juices covered Barbatos' mouth and MC's upper thighs. Slowly, he let the human down and made sure they didn't lose their balance. He hugged the human to his chest and kissed their neck. MC's back pressed against Barbatos' chest as he ran his hands over their body.

"You're so fucking beautiful, MC. I don't know how I held back from fucking you for so long." The butler said against MC's skin. She moaned softly in response before speaking.

"Ugh, shut up and fuck me, butler man." MC said with a dangerous mix of humor and hot fervor in her voice. One of Barbatos' arms wrapped around MC's waist and pulled her tight against him, his still out dick rubbing against their skirt. His other hand slid up MC's tied top, squeezing and kneading her breasts hungrily. It took almost no time for Barbatos to bunch MC's skirt up by her waist and rub his cock against her pussy. The demon's precum mixed with the human's pussy juices and made a delicious squelch when he pushed into them. They both moaned out in pleasure as Barbatos' hand not holding MC up by the waist moved between their tits and their throat- not quite choking them.

His thrusts started off slow, going completely in, then almost completely out; his hot breath fanned over the back of MC's neck making her shutter in pleasure. Gradually, his speed increased, and MC reached down to play with herself. Barbatos saw and grabbed MC's arms and put them behind their back, holding their wrists to keep them in place.

"No, you don't get to do anymore work." The blue-haired man said shortly. His teeth grazed the back of MC's neck before he kissed and sucked right at the base of their neck. The combination of his throbbing manhood in her tight cunt, his sheer dominating size just engulfing her in warmth, and his wandering hand moving from their breasts to their throat, was beyond intoxicating. The human almost didn't realize how suddenly their orgasm bubbled up in their uterus. Almost. MC's moans became rapid and desperate before hot wet squirt started gushing out of MC's twat squeezing around Barbatos. By some miracle, the hot liquid missed Barbatos' legs, and only the last few drops ran down MC's.

"FUCK! I-I've never..." MC moaned out, their voice trailing off and turning into a low, growl-like mewl. A familiar heat all but clawed at Barbatos' groin, he was not going to last much longer. Hell, how could he with MC all undone in front of him. The man was going to cum on MC's legs again, but she pulled away and instead got on her knees in front of him. She started stroking and sucking his cock once more bringing him to the edge, then over. Barbatos shuddered and moaned as his hot sticky white cum shot all over MC's face. His tail wrapped around their waist possessively as he rode out his orgasm. His moans slowed to deep breaths as he regained his composure and looked down at the human with his bodily fluids on her face.

"You make me weak, MC." Barbatos said fixing his pants then squatting to be eye-level with MC. As he reached into his jacket to get a handkerchief to help MC clean up, he noticed MC take out their phone and take a selfie. He would have protested, but there was just something so utterly endearing that he just let them get away with it. "Don't show that to anyone, darling." Barbatos asked and started wiping the cum off of her face.

"I can promise that almost no one will see this. The only person I can't guarantee won't see this picture is Asmo, but he's immaculate at keeping secrets." MC said, a smile forming on her face as Barbatos moves the cloth across her face so gently. Barbatos thought about it for a moment, then sighed out a small laugh.

"Fine. If you think he's trustworthy and he accidentally sees that picture, it's okay. However, I want you my dear to be anything but a secret. If word gets out that we are... close, then so be it." Barbatos said and finished cleaning her up as best as he could. He helper her stand, and kissed her forehead while she fixed her clothes before they continued on their walk to the House of Lamentation. He dropped them off, then made the short walk back to the Demon Lord's castle planning his next outing with the beautiful MC.

*.*.*.*.*. (A.N) No smut for a month so I made this extra long. Also MC's outfit is by Charm_Others on Instagram. Love y'all and stay safe <3

[beef-brisket]

((Ohmygod- he left his yard!

And eat double shit Alastor!))

Lucifer snuggled up in his blankets. He couldn't believe he did that. He's never even thought of going over there before.

And if he ignored how quickly his heart was beating and how much his hands were shaking, it wasn't too bad. He didn't see Alastor, and the walk... was okay. Nothing happened.

He hoped Adam didn't mind him dailing before he got to the door, but Lucifer had a feeling he'd understand.

-

Lucifer stood at his door, the morning light streamed into his house. It looked gorgeous outside. There was a light mist, and the grass had dew on it. Lucifer loved mornings like this.

Tightening the band of his dressing gown, he opened the door and made his way to the letter box.

He almost jumped when he saw Adam standing eith his back facing him.

What was he doing?

Lucifer cleared his throat, and worked up the courage to say something: N-Nice morning, huh?

Jumping, Adam turned and smiled brightly at Lucifer. He swore the guy was made out of literal sunlight or something.

Adam: Hey, Lu! Yeah, it's great, huh?

Lucifer nods: You uh... you okay?

Adam: Oh, yeah. Just... stressed out, you know? Between the move, my job and... this mess.

Lucifer: Y-yeah, the previous owner- d-didn't really care...

Adam: That's an understatement... did you know that along our fence line are sunflowers?

Lucifer scanned the fence line and eyed the uncomfortable, dead looking stalks.

Lucifer: Oh- no, I didn't.

Adam: Yeah, neither did I. Look at these poor things! They look ready to turn to dust as soon as a strong breeze blows past... but I shouldn't judge. Some people don't have the time, or their sick...

Adam sighed and ran his hand through his hair: I'll get there... I like your garden, it's low maintenance, but also neat, you know? It's nice.

Lucifer smiled, and his daughter put a lot of work in maintaining his yard. And even though it's mostly just bushes and some small ground coverings, it does look good.

Lucifer: I'm sure Charlie would love to hear that.

Adam: Oh yeah? She offered to help with mine... if she's not too busy in the future, I might have to take her up on it. It's driving me crazy looking at it- and don't get me started on the backyard.

Lucifer laughed at how annoyed Adam looked. He had a pout of his face that made him look like a child about to have a tantrum.

Adam: Hey, uh... I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night. Coming to your door, I mean. Your daughter and... Al, have told me a little bit about what's going with you- and I'd hate it if I did anything to make you... worry or panic- I swear, that's not what I wa t to do- fuck, now I'm panicking.

Lucifer chuckled: I-I'm okay, Adam. It was a little... jarring. But, when I saw it was you- I calmed down a little.

Adam: Oh. Oh! That's great! Holy shit, I was so worried... okay- uh, I won't do that too often, I swear! Speaking of, I should stop holding you up- I've got to go to work anyway... God.

Adam ran his hands down his face. He needed a job like Lucifer, where he never had to go anywhere. But then, Lucifer's is for medical reasons, Adam's just lazy and hates dressing up like a catholic boy going to church.

Lucifer: I... don't mind talking to you. It's... relaxing, almost. You're funny.

Adam: Oh, I know. I did a talent show when I was in primary.

Lucifer: You did?

Adam: Yeah, man. I made everyone piss themselves! I was great. Or I would have been if my talent wasn't playing one of the hardest metal guitar rifts in fucking history. Word of advice: Don't play the music of the Devil in front of nearly two hundred Christians.

Lucifer laughed: O-Okay, I'll heed that advice.

Adam: Good! And I won't charge you. Shit- I better go. Have a good day, Lu!

Lucifer: You to, Adam!

Lucifer followed Adam out- but only to the letter box.

They gave wachother a quick wave, and Lucifer watched as Adam drove off.

He chuckled when he could still hear Adam's music at the end of the street. That man's going to go deaf surely.

Charlie: Hey dad!

Lucifer smiled widely and opened the gate for his daughter. He instantly eyes the plastic container in her hands.

Lucifer: Ooh! You've been baking!

Charlie chuckled: Of course! I couldn't come empty handed.

They gave each other a hug and a quick kiss before walking inside.

Charlie: You doing okay?

Lucifer: Yes! Good- would you like a tea ot coffee?

Charlie smiled: Coffee, please dad.

Trapped Heart

@beef-brisket

⚠️This deals with Agoraphobia, anxiety, depression, and mentions of domestic abuse ⚠️

-

Adam: Well that's the last of them.

He looked around his new home and smiled, this place was so much better than his last home and a third of the price too.

They were practically giving it away.

There was his lawn mower that was on the truck still.

Adam went out to put it in the garage when he noticed his neighbor, a short blonde man getting his mail from his box. He was better looking than his last neighbor.

Adam waved: Hey!

Lucifer jumped as he grasped his mail, he looked over and saw a handsome brunette standing in the driveway across the road smiling and waving.

Lucifer: O-Oh, hi!

Adam: Names Adam, I just moved in.

Lucifer: N-nice to meet you! I'm Lucifer, I hope you like it here.

He wanted to be polite and welcome his new neighbor right, but he could already feel the cold tendrils of anxiety start to slowly crawl through his skin trying to wrap around him like a vice grip.

How long has he been outside? His heart started to beat a little hard with each moment he's not back in his home. He could die! He's not safe he needs to get back!

Adam: Yeah me too.

By the looks of it he already likes what he sees.

Lucifer nodded, he could feel the tremors starting in his hands the palms getting sweaty.

He needs to go.

Lucifer: I-It was nice to meet you Adam! B-But I need to get going.

Adam: Oh okay, maybe we can hang out sometime?

Lucifer gave a tight smile: Y-yeah.

He waved again to be polite and tried not to run back to his house, his therapist said it was good for him to be out as long as he could stand it.

Pushing himself a little each day. Today him reached his limit.

Once his front door was closed and locked behind relief washed over him, he's safe now nothing can hurt him. He hugged his mail to his chest, he needed to sit down.

Lucifer went over and placed everything on the coffee table. He tried to remember his breathing exercises.

Adam seemed very nice, maybe he'll send Charlie over when she comes to give him a proper greeting.

-

Adam tilted his head as he watched his new neighbor go into his home, if he didn't know any better he would say the man was panicked. Did he do something? He knows his personality can be a little brash at times but he thought he was being polite.

A man that lived beside him came out for his mail as well.

Adam: Hi! Umm, I'm new here.

Alastor: Oh hello! I'm Alastor, I guess that makes us neighbors.

Adam chuckled: Guess so. Umm, if I may ask, is the man that lives there okay? I didn't intend to upset him.

Alastor looked over at Lucifer's home and rolled his eyes.

Alastor: Getting the mail was he? Don't worry about it that man's afraid of his own shadow. I wouldn't waste my time, he never leaves his house.

Well that sounded a little dramatic.

Adam: What?

Alastor leaned on the fence: Oh yeah, Mr. Morgenstern over there never leaves his house. Rumor has it that his wife used to beat the fuck out of him in the home but it was worse when they were in public. Apparently she'd just humiliate him and others would join in making things worse. He was never free of her but at least in the home he could be alone.

Adam was horrified to hear that: Dude, the fuck, is that true?

Alastor shrugged: Not sure. All I know that is true is she left him nearly 8 years ago and he's become some kind of hermit that never leaves the damn house. His daughter Charlie, sweet girl you'll likely meet her, comes over from time to time.

Adam looked over at Lucifer's house, that couldn't all be true right? Maybe some was and the rest is telephone gossip extras?

Him and Alastor parted ways, he had to put everything away in his house. All the while his mind kept going back to the handsome neighbor across the way.

[ssreeder]

AHHHHH i can’t believe Katara knows. And from Ara. And all of it at once, that’s gonna be a lot to process. Anyways I LOVED the chapter and CANNOT wait for the next one ( you always have to torture us with cliffhangers, don’t you? (Hah but i kind of love it a little bit))

I’m reaally excited for the next chapter the latest one made my week once again :)

What’s that meme? The one with the kid smirking back at the camera as the house burns in the background?

That’s Ara.

But in all honesty, I don’t think she truly understands what she just did, haha - not that she’d care much... haha, Ara is in her ‘IDGAF gurl mode’ so it’s probably better she’s leaving the compound. after one million words it’s finally time for her to put on her big girl pants on and actually take control of her life,,, away from the people she traumatized and who traumatize her. GOOD LUCK ARA!! WE WISH YOU THE BEST! (Well… some of us do haha… some still cry for her head on a stick)

I AM GLAD YOU ENJOYED THE UPDATE AND SUPER SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE NEXT EVEN WORSE CLIFF HANGER………..

[izzyv1o]

I'm gonna be so upset if I finish this sweater and it doesn't fit

[butchlifeguard]

primrose's ch3 is GOOD btw

[burningcomputerpersona]

also how is it that spanish love songs has such good merch??? i don't think I've ever been to a show before where I had to struggle so hard to pick just one thing, like in a lot of cases there's only really one thing that appeals to me or I just get something bc i love the band and need to have them on me regardless of what the design looks like. but i was spending ages just staring at the merch stand trying to pick one out of alllll the things i wanted

[sanriovin]

steamy shower sex with simon.

the man's just come home from a deployment which took you away from him and him away from you for a whole month. a whole month of both of you having no sexual contact with each other, no calls, no photos, no nothing.

so just imagine the desperation and the raw need between the two of you as he stepped foot back into the place that finally felt like home after so many years of trying to find it, dropping his bag to the wooden floor, not even bothering to take his shoes off as his arms found themselves wrapped tightly around your smaller body, holding you close, so close.

"missed you, lovey." his voice was deep, low, as usual, yet his tone was softened, into one of vulnerability, love, desire, and need. one that he only ever used towards you. only you were deserving of hearing and seeing his true emotions, which were hidden behind a cold mask to others.

you insisted he should take a shower, clean himself up from the messy deployment, ease his stiff, aching joints, slowly ground himself back into the domestic side of his life, even if it wouldn't last forever. not yet, at least, one day, maybe.

however, simon didn't want to be alone yet, no, not after he just came back to his sweetheart. so in the end, the two of you ended up showering together. it started as a normal shower, which slowly escalated into more.

which is how you found yourself, in simon's big, well-trained arms, his scarred fingers pressing tightly into your thighs, back against his muscled chest, as he fucked up into you, his fat cock stretching out your pulsing, clenching walls with a slight new found difficulty from how long he was separated from you. but, that just means he has to get you nice and stretched out, doesn't he?

the running water did little to conceal the groans and low moans from him, and the higher, louder moans and whines from you. your head was leaning against his shoulder, eyes barely open, as his tip repeatedly pressed against your sweetest spots inside you, making you feel dizzy from the unwavering pleasure.

rutting his hips up into you, his grip on you tightened, as he slowly lowered his head, whispering into your ear amidst his noises of pleasure and relief. "feeling good, pretty girl? getting close? i can fucking feel you clenching around me so hard. you wanna cum, yeah?"

he was teasing you with his words, as he soon began to simultaneously bring your wet pussy down onto his dick while fucking up into you, but you knew he was just as wanting as you were in this moment.

your moans grew louder in noise, stirring him on to do the same, his groans and grunts of your name and dirty words growing louder and more rushed. your wetness was dripping down his cock, slipping down his bare, marked skin, leaving a trail which almost immediately got washed off by the running water in the shower.

the glass was steamed up, a white sheet of condensation hiding your two bodies away from the outside. the air was getting hotter and thinner, which, along with your current states, didn't really help much. but, none of that mattered in the moment. what mattered was that you were with simon again, getting one of the best sex experiences in your life.

"g'nna cum, wanna cum, pleasee, 'leasee!" you cried out, turning your head, trying to capture simon's lips in a long-awaited kiss. you could see his eyes moving to look down at your lips, as he lowered his head down, capturing your lips in a wet, messy kiss, one with tongue's meeting, fighting for the dominance, which undoubtedly you had lost quickly.

"you wanna cum, huh?" he muttered out, his pace constant, not speeding or slowing down. "wanna cum so desperately? then do it. be a good girl for me and make a fucking filthy mess."

and that was all it took for you to snap, your body jerking and trembling as the tension in your lower abdomen snapped, mind blank, save for simon's name, as your orgasm hit you so intensely, squirting so hard as your body shook from it. your pussy clenched and twitched so much that that in itself was enough to bring poor simon to the breaking point.

holding you down tightly on him, which was definite to leave many loving, reminiscent marks of what had happened, he let out a lusty, heavy moan, burying his face in your shoulder, as hot spurts of his cum shot into you, intertwining with yours, creating a sticky mess between the two of you as it began to dribble out, getting flushed away through the shower water.

it took you some time to gather yourselves; to catch your breaths, come back to reality, to ground yourselves from the orgasms you had just experienced. simon slowly let you down, turning the shower off, looking down at you, as you slumped against him, barely managing to stand on quivering legs.

"well, that shower was pointless, wasn't it?"

but he wouldn't trade these moments for anything in the world.

(author's note: wrote this on a whim, not too proud of it 🤞)

[madamechrissy]

Step-Daddy Issues?

pairings- Toji Fushiguro x F! reader- Toji early 40s, reader early 20s

summary- oneshot PWP- You're staying at your old home for a night while your mom's out of town, you both never have gotten along but you need to get out after a nasty breakup. Toji and your mom have been hooking up on and off but she blew him off again, and he's there to make her forget she's mad with his dick... but instead mistakes you for your mom (after sticking his fingers inside you)

warnings- so many lol- Pure filth fr, age gap (20 years) He's not ACTUALLY your step dad. Toji is nasty, spitting, slapping, oral sex (both receiving), Toji calls reader 'doll and slutty, she calls him old man and daddy lmaoo, daddy kink, reader's mom is a bitch fr lol, but even so this is shady asf. Creampie, cum drinking/cum spitting-talking shit about reader's mom lol- reader fr has MOMMY issues (I'm prob going to hell for this one) WC- 4k - Comment/reblogs if you enjoy nasty ass daddy Toji lol

Tracks for this oneshot: Daddy Issues // Often // Favorite

You were not one to ever come home, you hadn’t even seen your mom in over a year because of how much of a bitch she really was. The day you moved out, she’d already turned your room into some office, and had all your shit put in storage, there was no ‘childhood room’ or memories to come home to. Since she left your dad especially, you’ve really not talked to her.

But tonight was a bad night, and you caved, messaging her, asking if you could come over. She gives you the go ahead and tells you where the spare key is. You are exhausted after a nasty breakup with your boyfriend, and you’re for once thankful for your mom’s existence… kind of.

Ever since she left your dad she was a grade a bitch, and she had boyfriends in and out from what you hear, some your age, but one in particular irritated your dad, some felon who used to run with the Zenin, the most notorious mafia family there was. You’d never met him or seen him on her Facebook, but everyone seemed pretty concerned at her taste.

The house is nice and clean as you remember it, as you lock up and let out another yawn, take off your shoes and jacket, it’s dark aside from the little stove light, you open the fridge, you find a whole case of beer, smiling. Mom’s good for that at least, you muse, bending over to grab one from the bottom, when you get a firm smack on your ass, making you yelp.

“Finally come back, huh? Thought you were fucking furious at me, ma?” You gasp as two fingers slip under your skirt, tense, half bent over in this fridge. “And what are you wearing, so fuckin slutty? F-fuck…”

“Ngh!’ You cover your cry up, when two rough pads of fingers prod under your slick panties, cunt dripping down his fingers, your heart racing, eyes rolling back when one presses into your entrance.

“Ya doing kegels? Why you so tight… mmm, c’mere…” He pulls your back against him in the dark room, you assume this must be Toji, whose finger sinks and stretches your tight little cunt, making you cry out. “Oh my god… mmm, she missed me huh?”

You can’t speak, not when the fridge shuts, leaving you both in the dark, and he’s pumping his two fingers in, other arm wrapping around you, pressing your back against him. He moans, vibrating his chest, before tilting your chin, slamming his lips down on yours. You wriggle, half in fright but half out of instinct, only earning him pressing you against the stainless steel fridge.

“You’re this wet f’me?” He huffs, amazed at how tight you feel, how soaked you are, the squelching sound loud in the kitchen, Toji’s cock straining against his sweats as he pictures sinking into you. “Not running that bitch mouth, huh?”

“Wh-what the fuck!?” Your voice halts him then, as you elbow him, making him hunch over, glaring in the dark at you, shock hitting him brutally.

You’re far prettier than your mom, and of course younger but that’s not what it is, it’s this look you have, these eyes that just end him, lips parted and inviting, your face is a little softer than hers, too. You look like her a bit, but there’s not much there similar aside from you both are the same height and about the same body size, your hair isn’t even the same now that he focuses.

He’s standing there dumb right now as you cross your arms, glaring up at him furiously, and he realizes now why that cunt felt so tight, why you were so wet for him. Your mom had been stringing Toji around for months, fucking around with this guy and that when she was mad at him, but he did it too, they were both toxic and awful to each other.

And he never even heard her mention you. He only knew about you from seeing a picture of your high school graduation, though you look more mature now, it’s unmistakable. Toji Fushiguro just had his fingers inside his girlfriend’s (ex girlfriend’s!?_ daughter’s pussy.

“Mom isn’t home.”

“Well, no shit… I… the fuck are you doing here?” He demands then, fighting the desire to suck you off his fingers.

“Bad breakup, last resort was coming here.” You sigh now, adjusting your skirt, color heating up your cheeks even in the dark. “You call her a bitch?”

“She is one. Shit she never even talked about you before, even when I asked, ya know that?”

You falter, emotions hitting then, and Toji’s face falls a bit. “Yeah I know, we don’t talk, ever.”

“That was a dick thing to say, m’sorry.”

“No worries, it’s true.” You open the fridge back up, taking out two beers, handing it to him, finally getting a good look at his face, handsome and rugged, some five o'clock shadow, a scar on his lip. He’s got dark, inky black locks all messy, and what appears to be lidded dark green eyes. “Do I really look like her from the back?”

“Same size and shit, I… fuck I had my fingers in you!?” He takes the beer, opening it and downing a bunch. “Shit.”

“Yeah, shit.” You hop up on the counter then, and his eyes dart across your bare legs, cock leaking precum as he thinks of your sweet cunt. “No worries, more action than I’ve gotten in a while.”

“Psh, what? Look at you. Doubt it.”

“What because I have a slutty skirt?” You muse, smiling a bit.

“Nah, you’re drop dead gorgeous. So I don’t buy it.”

“That’s a compliment… from you?” You manage, nervous now, and Toji smirks, enjoying how the blush spreads across your cheeks. “Prettier than mom, Step dad?”

“Don’t fucking call me that, yuck.” You snort in laughter now, as Toji runs a hand through his hair. “We just fuck a lot, never put a label on it. But she’s been blowing me off for a month, so I came to town and thought I’d surprise her.”

“Well you surprised one of us.”

“So who broke up with you?”

“Boyfriend since high school.”

“Ouch.” You nod a bit, blinking back odd emotions. For some reason this random stranger who fingered you, thinking that you’re someone else, listens better than most people lately. “Well fuck him.”

“Yeah?” He nods, and you giggle. “Fuck him. I like that.”

“Shit, want another drink?” You nod, and he bends down, opening them both, standing between your thighs as he hands you the cool bottle, condensation seeping against your overheated skin. “Your mom really is something else though.”

“You’re telling me. You know you’re on her roster, yeah? Dad said she’s got a fantasy league.”

“Well fuck her too.”

“Fuck both of them.” You agree, giggling again, as you study him. “You’re kinda hot, for an old man.”

Toji glares now, only making your heart flutter, as you observe his strong, jacked muscles, he’s insanely buff, veins popping out of his strong arms, his neck, the shirt he’s wearing hiding damn near nothing. “Old man?”

“Mmm, you gotta be her age, older?”

“You’re a little fuckin brat. I look old to you?” Toji leans close, hands pressing against your bare thighs now, and you feel your cunt fluttering around nothing, breath quickening when he leans close. “Asked ya a question, doll.”

“Doll? Old man shit.” You whisper back, he grins then, a flash of white teeth, setting down your beer on the counter, big body completely overtaking your every sense, every thought. The only sounds then are of both of your breaths, coming quicker as your heart pounds in your ears, when a big hand cups your face, thumb pressing on your pulse point, feeling it flutter.

“Say that one more time, doll. Couldn’t fuckin hear ya?” You bite your lower lip, as he drags your panties down, smirking as he eyes them. “Should’ve known you’re not your mom, what kinda panties are these? My little fuckin pony!?”

“Fuck yourself, old man.” You earn his devious scowl, you see the vein in his temple throb now. “Are you stealing them!?”

He has them shoved in his pants as he shoves you back, head pressed against the cool backsplash of your kitchen, as he eyes your pussy hungrily, moaning now as your breasts heave up and down, heart pounding. He’s eyeing you like you’re some meal and he’s fucking starved, thumbs slipping down your puffy lips, spreading your pussy wide for his view.

“Oh my… fucking… your…” He is at a loss for words, gulping now as he eyes your pretty face, seeing how dilated those pretty eyes are, opening you to watch the arousal pool out of your tiny hole.

“Nicer than my mom’s, step daddy?” He glares, and you barely giggle before he smacks your pussy, making you cry out. “The fuck!?”

“You’re such a brat. They’re not teaching ya’ll shit in college anymore, huh? Should I give you a fuckin’ lesson?” He demands, smacking your pussy again, making it sting so good, you’re nodding eagerly, gasping when he spits right on your pussy, watching as the white bubbly liquid oozes down your pretty pussy. “Hah- would ya look at that…”

“D-didn’t answer.”

“You really got some mommy issues, huh?” He demands, raising a brow as he slides two thick fingers through your slick, sticky cunt, watching as trails of saliva and arousal leave little stringy trails.

“Maybe I need daddy issues, too.” You whisper, earning his fingers shoving deep in your cunt this time, the stretch too much, you’re struggling to even take his fingers, when they press up inside your slick walls and hit that spongy spots, you scream out, a sound you’ve never even heard.

“Daddy issues too, huh? You’re a freaky little brat, aren’t ya?” He leans close, lips hovering, you taste the alcohol on his breath, fingers curling in your soppy little cunt, making you whine. “Pathetic, can’t fucking talk?”

“P-please…” He moans then, kissing you desperately, while his fingers find you better than your years-long boyfriend ever could, making your tummy fill with pressure as he works you quicker and quicker.

“So sweet now, huh? Guess what, doll?” He murmurs, sloppy as he bites your lower lip, tongue dipping in and out of your mouth, you mouth the word ‘what’ as he pulls his fingers out, sucking on them, moaning. “That pussy is prettier, and yummier, but you sure are fucked up, aren’t ya?”

“Beyond fucked up.” You manage to whisper, he moans again, because your version of fucked up fits his so well. Soon he is picking you up like you’re nothing, carrying you over to your mom’s bed now, he has you on all fours, shoving your skirt up, your thighs are trembling.

“Wonder if she feels better, huh? M’gonna find out.” He whispers, before burying his face in your cunt, and drinking you up, his cock throbbing now, you’re way sweeter than your mom, your pussy is so yummy he could eat it for hours, for days. He grips your firm ass, pulling your thighs apart to shove his tongue deeper.

“Oh my g-god…” You whine out, trying to close your thighs, to pull back. “Just fuck me… what’re you…”

“Ha, I like to eat first, brat.” He shoves you on your back now, yanking your top off, moaning as your pretty tits bounce out of it, leaving you just in a slutty school girl skirt that makes him think filthy things. “Hold these fucking thighs open, or I won’t even fuck you, I’ll just eat it.”

“You want to!? Wh-what- I- ah!” You’re screaming out as he bites on your clit now, your hands yanking on his silky hair, trying to pull him off you, but he’s latched a hungry mouth on your clit, moaning then. You’re dripping down onto your mom’s blankets, you’d feel bad about that later -maybe- for now you’re too lost in the way he’s looking up at you, while his tongue licks a stripe up your slit.

“So fuckin yummy. Yeah I wanna, shit how pathetic are these college boys, huh? Ain't ate you out right?” You shake your head nervously, as he picks your little body up and shoves you where he needs you, he takes you over with his big grip, smirking against your inner thighs. “Cum f’me doll, like a pretty lil slut.”

“Little… slut!?... you- ah!” Your walls flutter around his tongue now as he fucks you with it, nose bumping your clit, chin digging in right against your little ass as he drinks you up, messy slurping sounds mixing with your cries.

Toju Fushiguro drinks every bit of you up as he spreads you wide, shoving your thighs up now. “Hold em.”

You eagerly obey, holding up your thighs so he has even better access, now flicking his tongue in little circles, finger back inside you, using both until you’re cumming all over his face, drenching him with your slick. He licks you through it, watching you arch your back, watching you scream out in pleasure, shaking and panting.

“Mmm, that’s it, doll. Cum so much more than her, don’t ya? Messy lil fuckin’ slut.” His words should irritate you, but they edge you on, as he flicks his tongue on the underside of your clit, teeth grinning against it as it twitches, as you cum more, until you’re soaking everything, screaming and trembling. “There ya fuckin go.”

“What even… a-are you!?” You whisper weakly, blinking back stars, making your vision so blurry, Toji leans over you, face glistening with you, he licks the scar on the corner of his mouth, smirking at you.

“Not an old man, am I?” You bite your lower lip.

“You are-”

“Open, brat. Now.” You nervously do, then he’s spitting in your mouth, smirking as you choke on it, shutting your jaw closed. “Mommy didn’t let me spit in her mouth, you’re nasty aren’t ya?”

“Oh fuck you!? Ah!” He’s standing now, yanking you to where you’re bent over, mouth against his cock that he’s pulling out, watching it smack on his tummy, as you eagerly shove up his shirt.

“Gonna shut that pretty mouth the fuck up.” He yanks off his shirt as you hungrily start lapping at his salty precum, drooling from his reddened tip, he hisses then. “Ya that cock hungry?”

“Fuck my mouth.” At that Toji loses his mind, while you’re bent over the bed, sucking him as deep as you can, saliva pooling as you deep throat him, ending him with how you worship his cock.

“Cock hungry…. Lil fuckin… what the… holy f-fuck! Doll…” Toji’s a mess for you, somthing he’s never been, as you’re working his cock with your mouth hungrily, and he’s pulling your hair into a pony tail, fucking up into your hungry, slutty throat.

You’re breathing through your nose, trying to take more and more of him as he wrecks your esophagus, you can’t wait for him inside you, you think as you’re sucking him as hard as you can, tears in your eyes. Toji’s groaning, not even moving you, just gently holding your hair back as you work his cock up and down, until he can’t take anymore.

He yanks you off him, shoving you on your back, pulling a thigh up over his arm as he lines his tip with your slutty little hole, and you whimper just from his thick, mushroom tip pressing. “You’re not a…”

You giggle, breathless. “No, not a virgin, why ya want me to be? Wanna fuck your girlfriend’s virgin daughter, pervy old- ah!” Toji’s glaring, shoving his thick cock so deep in you then, you scream out.

“Why ya feel this fucking tight!? Loosen the fuck up, slutty brat.” He huffs now, you’re gripping him way too tight, walls pulsing like you’re trying to milk him, while your pretty face screws up.

“You’re t-too big- shit!” You’re wincing now, legs shaking when he smirks, earning your little glare.

“Can’t handle me doll? Where’s all that talk?”

“Give me a second.” You’re struggling to breathe when he pulls his cock out, slapping it on your overheated cunt, slathering it in more of your slick before shoving it back inside, filling your pussy up so good he can see himself in your tummy. He moans now, pulling back.

“Look at that, fucking up your guts, brat- ha!” Toji jerks his cock in deep now, hands gripping your hips as you look down, gasping as you see the enormous bulge moving in your tummy. “Gonna fuckin ruin ya doll, for anyone.”

“Wh-what- ngh! Oh my god, Toji!” You’re whimpering as he moves, eyeing that bulge hungrily, his dark green eyes glinting, so dilated they’re black.

“Nah, don’t call me that.” He fucks into you now, thrusts wrecking your cunt as his tip bruises your cervix, bed creaking with the force of his thrusts. He has sweat dripping down onto your skin just a bit as he watches your pretty face. “You feel s’much better than any… oh my… pussy s’fucking tight, feel her…”

He’s shoving harder, faster, thick tip dragging on your walls, hitting some spot that makes you scream, Toji grins when he notices, pressing the spot again and again as he fucks into your soppy cunt. His balls smack your little ass, with arousal drooling down that hole, as you hear the ‘pap-pap-pap’ sound mix with the smacking of your skin.

“There, ya wanna cum all over this cock, huh lil girl?” Your brain short circuits, you’re pulsing around his cock as he pushes you over the edge, cumming so hard it makes the oral he gave you look like nothing. You’re weakly clinging to him, mouth opening and closing, eyes rolling back in your skull. “Look at you, cockdrunk, aren’t ya slutty girl?”

You can’t answer, not when he’s balls deep in your cunt, stuffing you so full, his big brutal hands digging into your waist. After your orgasm wracks you he yanks his cock out, making you whimper. “Back in…”

“Slutty lil brat, wait a minute.” He flips you on your tummy now, shoving back in you, so deep like this you’re a drooling mess, so fucked out you have no thoughts, you can’t remember you’re in your mom’s bed with her ex, a man twice your age, not when he’s wrecking your cunt so good.

Toji can’t remember ever even fucking anyone else, not when he’s buried in your tight little hole, you’re taking him so good. “Ngh! Toji…”

“Ha, no. What’d I say?” Toji pulls you by your hair, arching your ass up as he slips his cock so deep in your hole, pounding you over and over, licking up your neck, all the way to your chin, before he lands on your lips. “What ya gonna call me?”

“Old man? Ow!” Toji shoves his cock so deep it’s brutal, mean tip bullying your sore little pussy, you whine pathetically, head falling back as he makes you face him.

“Nah, answer right or I’ll pull out.”

“D-don’t!”

“So desperate, huh?” You just whine, as he wraps a hand around your throat, fingers so long they take you over. “Answer me, doll.”

“Desperate f’you…” You’re whispering the words, closer and closer while he’s pressing your throat, sucking your oxygen away while your pussy makes a bigger mess, leaving a huge wet spot on the blankets, now rumpled from him flipping you like a doll.

“Then how ya gonna address me, brat?” He huffs, and you look into his eyes then, reflecting how fucked out yours are.

“Daddy.” You whisper, and it ends him then, he lifts your ass up, shoving your face into the soft matress, fucking into you with hard, brutal strokes, smacking your ass over and over as you tremble, cumming down his veiny length until it’s so messy he almost slips out.

“That’s it, no one’s fucked you like this, huh doll? No one beat this pretty lil pussy up like that?” You weakly whine, nodding as he rocks his cock into you over and over. “Feel so fuckin good, best pussy I ever… oh like she’s made to take me? F-fuck… milking my cock…”

The sounds of his slapping skin and cock wrecking your sloppy pussy are ridiculous, mixing with your muffle moans and his stuttered gasps, as you clench him so good he can’t remember another pussy. As he fucks you so good you forgot you had a boyfriend, fucking every thought you ever had out of your dumb, fucked out brain.

“That’s it, taking me like that, good lil fuckin girl…” You’re pathetic and dumb at his words, nodding weakly when he pulls you back up on your knees, yanking you by your hair, pricking pain that makes your eyes water. “Want me to fill this pussy up? Knock you up? Get your mommy so fuckin mad?”

“P-please daddy…” You’re whimpering, speaking insane. “M’on the… p-pill… s’okay, please…”

“Fuck…” Toji slams up in your pussy now, tip hitting over and over until you feel him pulsing then, big hands brutally gripping you, rippling the skirt still slung up on your hips. “Oh my god… gonna fill your pretty pussy s’good…”

You’re shuddering when he pumps his hot, endless load in you, whining out a pathetic- ‘d-daddy…’

“That’s it, no one filled ya like this, huh?” You shake your head weakly, as his hot gooey cum fills your cavern, all over every inch of your walls, so much it’s dripping out in blotches, all slick with you, down his balls, down the bed. He moans, shuddering and then leaning over you, pulling your chin to him. “Perfect pussy, she’s just so full of me, huh?”

You nod weakly, letting him kiss you, nasty and messy, as he slows his thrusts, pushing his cum further and further in your soppy hole, so deep. “Too much…”

“Oh, doll, I got so much more for ya.” He flips you again, smirking down at the mess you are, smacking your pretty titties as his cock drips down. “So, am I old to you, hmm?” You shake your head quickly. “Good girl, gonna reward ya, finally keeping your pretty mouth shut.”

He unzips the skirt finally, showcasing your entire body to his hungry eyes, he smacks your titties again and again as you struggle to come to, before kissing down between the valley of your breasts, lower down your tummy, until he pulls your lips apart, smirking. You’re whimpering, so sore, while he eyes your pussy, watching his white semen pour from your abused entrance.

“That’s it, look at ya doll, took m’cum so good.” He shoves your shaking thighs apart, lapping at his own cum, you gasp.

“You’re… n-nasty I swear… the fuck- mmm!”

He’s chuckling, lapping all his cum that’s pouring now, you’re so sensitive you’re twitching, when he leans back over you, grabbing you under your chin. “Nasty, doll? You’re getting fucked in your mom’s bed, this old man’s cum pouring out, makin a whole goddamn mess.”

You gasp out when he spits his own cum in your mouth again, making out so sloppy and nasty, but you’re rolling your hips up, earning his soft laugh. “T-Toji-”

“Ah-ah.” He smacks your cheek, you inhale sharply.

“Daddy.”

“Whaddaya want daddy to do now?”

You blink a bit, taking a breath. “Eat all your cum outta me, put more in me.” He moans now, diving back down, licking your cunt clean as he drinks you both together, his salty, bitter cum, your sweet pussy all on his tongue, his big hands pressing into your thighs, bruising them. “Daddy! Daddy… Fuck me…”

Toji moans against your cunt, you’re screaming out then, as he has his face buried between your thighs, right when the door opens, but you’re both too fucked out to hear as your mom walks right in. She gasps then, watching her ex-boyfriend licking his lips, leaning over her own daughter.

“Toji Fushiguro, what the fuck!? My daughter!?” Your mom’s trill voice sobers you both up, you gasp, trying to cover yourself up with a cum soaked blanket, as Toji grins, licking you off his lips, scar stretched in a smirk.

“Well, shit.”

Well I know I'm going to hell for this one lol

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[davinawritings]

Werewolf neighbor that can’t hold himself back from breeding you once he smells you ovulating.

Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), Major Breeding Kink, Slight Overstimulation, Knotting

Pairing: Male Werewolf x Female Reader ( Reader could be read as human or monster or hybrid)

You had moved into his apartment complex a few weeks ago, and he had tried to keep his distance.

He had only really seen you on that first day when you were guiding the movers to your apartment, which happened to be on the same floor as his. You had given him a shy smile, and he quickly responded with a tense nod before entering his apartment and slamming the door shut, already feeling his cock hardening.

Unfortunately, he could pick up on your smell whenever you were in the hallway due to his heightened senses. It never failed to send his blood rushing to his cock, but he always managed to keep himself locked away in his apartment, rutting into his own hand.

As he hears your door unlock tonight, he waits for the inevitable moment when your delicious scent will hit his senses. Like every other day, it does, but it is much sweeter this time. His cock is almost instantly hard, and a low growl is involuntarily released from his chest.

All of his instincts are screaming at him to breed your fertile pussy, and he groans at the realization that you smell so sweet because you are ovulating. His legs move faster than his brain, and before he knows it, he is in the hallway and pacing towards the elevator where you are calmly waiting.

He grabs you and pulls you over his shoulder, causing you to gasp. “ What are you doing?” you ask. He doesn’t answer and carries you back to his apartment and bedroom. He lays you down on his bed, and you stare at him wide-eyed. He watches as your eyes trail over his tall body stopping on his throbbing cock, hidden only slightly by some gray sweatpants.

He smirks as you lick your lips. He quickly strips you of all your clothes, pulling your legs apart to settle his face between them. You let out a low whine as his breath hits your wet center. “ I’m going to get this pussy nice and ready for my cock, and then I am going to spend hours breeding this beautiful body. Got it? I’m not stopping until I’m sure you are carrying my pups”, he says, his voice rough with lust.

You moan out a simple “please”, your body on fire with need. He licks a stripe up your slit and moans, giving you a grin before burying his head in your pussy and eating you like a god. Every lick has you clawing at the sheets and moaning in pleasure.

He moves to fucking his tongue inside your already dripping cunt, and you cry out at the feeling. His snout rubs your clit as he shakes his head back and forth, and you scream as you cum on his tongue, back arching off the bed.

He crawls up your body and doesn’t wait for your orgasm to end before starting to push his thick cock into your still convulsing cunt. Tears come to your eyes at the stretch and overstimulation, but you just pull him closer, needing to feel him fill you completely.

“Fuck. Your pussy feels so good. So fucking tight around my cock. You can take it. Just a little more”, he tells you. You look down, already feeling so full, and see that there really is still more. You whine, gripping the sheets and bracing yourself for the last few inches of his impossibly large cock, wanting to take all of him.

His clawed hand wraps around your hip, and he gives one last hard shove, pushing the final few inches inside of you. “Such a good girl. Taking all my cock. Fucking perfect”, he says, and your cunt clenches at his praise.

He slowly withdraws his cock, relishing in your soft mewls, before thrusting back in and starting a brutal pace. He nips along your neck and chest as your hands claw at his shoulders and back. He never relents in his thrusts, loving the feeling of your cunt clenching around his cock.

You cry out for him, your own release washing over you multiple times, but his instincts won’t allow him to stop until he has filled your womb with his seed.

He flips you over onto your stomach and enters you from behind, fucking you into the mattress. You moan at the new angle, his tip bullying your g-spot and your clit being repeatedly shoved into his silk sheets.

“I tried to leave you alone, pretty girl. I could fucking smell your sweet cunt each time you left your apartment and every fucking time I had to rut into my own fucking fist”, he says, each word followed by a harsh thrust.

“I tried, baby. I rea- fuck. I really fucking tried, but when you walked out today, I could smell this perfect fucking pussy ovulating. Your body practically screamed that it needed me to breed it. I just couldn’t hold myself back”, he growls out, and you feel his cock start growing at the base.

His knot starts catching on each thrust, expanding quickly with his fast-approaching orgasm. He switches to grinding, his knot no longer allowing him to thrust in and out of you. His cock rubs against your g-spot relentlessly as his hips grind your lower half into the bed harshly, your clit being dragged against the silk sheets over and over.

You scream in ecstasy as you cum once again, cunt clenching around his knot as you milk his cock for his seed. He growls loudly, claws digging into the mattress as his cum begins to fill your pulsing cunt, his knot keeping all of his cum locked inside of you. His short thrusts don’t stop as rope after rope of cum continues to fill you, the pressure and fullness making you whine.

After a few minutes, he finally stops and rolls you to your sides, keeping you pressed firmly to his chest and firmly locked on his knot. He releases a small chuckle when you give a small yawn and snuggle further into his chest. “Go ahead and rest, baby. You have a long night ahead of you once my knot goes down.”

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