#hmmm.....will that satisfy both of my needs.....

[erythristicbones]

my extreme need to have all my OC names to have meaning VS the want to use this name i just find really funny FIGHT

[skyeateyourdonuts]

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[dark-moonlust]

Mating Frenzy

Pairing: vampire x fem human reader

Summary: your vampire mate is going through a mating frenzy. You have no choice but to ride it out with him.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, p in v sex, well-endowed 🍆, vampire bites, lots 💦.

The night air was thick with lust.

The room was dark, the flickering candles casting dancing shadows on the walls.

Fabric ripped, touches urgent, bodies tingling.

Cold hands were wrapped around you, fangs sank into your neck as strong hips pistoned inside you. Your vampire boyfriend was going through a mating frenzy, you’d been fucking since morning and he still wasn’t satisfied, his need for you consuming him. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your heart racing in your chest. Two big hands cupped your breasts, flicking your nipples while jerking your body back and forth on his rigid cock.

Again and again, he pushed inside you, his thick veined shaft stretching and invading you. His hips snapped forward relentlessly, squelching sounds echoing. Affected by the mating fever, he cupped your neck, his lips crashing down on yours, tongue slipping inside your mouth. Your tongues brushed hungrily. You could taste the metallic tang of your blood on his lips.

“Fuuuck, baby, you drive me insane,” he growled, his hands roaming over your curves.

There was raw need in his eyes. The mating frenzy had affected you and his need, mirrored your own.

“Nnn—need you,” you whimpered in time with his frantic thrusts.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “All of you. Mine.”

“Hmmm… ’m yours.” You cried out. “Harder! Pl…ease!”

Rough hands pulled your hair back, exposing more of your neck.

"As hard as you want, sweetheart," the vampire growled before sinking his fangs back into your flesh. You winced, palms flat on the wall in front of you, feeling blissful ecstasy as he sucked hungrily at your nape.

“My mate,” he hissed, his voice low as he pumped erratically in you from behind. “I’m going to bury myself so deep. Going to bathe you with my cum.“

Eyes blazing with raw hunger, he fucked you, his thrusts growing more and more erratic. Your pussy was drenched, wet sounds echoing, mingling with your moans and his growls. Every thrust jerked you whole body and made your knees weak. You could barely stand. A few more primal thrusts and he brought you to the edge. You shuddered, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cried out his name and came around his pounding cock.

His movements faltered for a moment, as if wanting to enjoy the convulsing of your walls around him. His eyes met yours, pride in their depths. He kissed you, then he was turning you over, gripping your hips and lifting you against him. Your tits pressed against his chest, legs wrapping around him.

A smooth glide and he was deep up your cunt, your bodies fused together. With a choked sob, you buried your face in his neck, your body shuddering as he lifted you and lowered you on his cock. He came with a groan, the force of his release filling you, his cock throbbing violently inside you. Another orgasm was forced from you, less intense, but still your breaths remained ragged and uneven.

“Good, so good for me,” he drawled, his voice strained.

You held him close, fingers stroking his hair. “I love you.”

He trembled against you. “Fuck, sweetheart, I don’t deserve you.”

“We deserve each other.”

And with that, he tenderly scooped you up and laid you down on the bed. The mating fever started to fade, so he took you in his arms and you snuggled up against his chest. He kissed and whispered words of love and affection before sleep took over you both.

[ohbueckers]

HEART OF A WOMAN. you should call into work if that ain’t too much to ask, i could pour you up a drink and we could burn somethin’.

03, CHAPTER THREE. COME THROUGH.

ju speaks. late chapter again lol and this election fucked me uuup but thank God for writing as a distraction. you can expect another part between now and monday mayyybe… i have some free time. pairing. wnba!paige bueckers x fem!oc. warnings. same old + sexual innuendos (we’re very familiar with my edging game).

present day, may 2025.

paige: yo 6:23pm

wyd?

nailea text me back bro 6:29pm

nailea: hmmm

busy

paige: busy my ass

nailea disliked a message

nailea: i’ve been at work all day. some of us don’t get to just play basketball, madison 😓

paige: ohhh is that right?

i’ll have you know i work hard af ma

nailea: hard enough for a reward?

paige loved a message

paige: bring that ass over here nai

nailea: i’ve got emails to finish

paige: they’ll be there tomorrow

i’m here right now. waitin on you actually

nailea: maybe i have been thinking ab it 6:32pm

paige: mhm?

well you ain’t gotta think no more let’s just do

nailea laughed at a message

nailea: you’re really ridiculous

paige: come over and tell me that to my face

nailea: depends on what you got there

a girl needs incentives

read 6:35pm

paige: i got plenty

few drinks, maybe roll up too. thought that might get you

nailea: it’s a start

send the address, i’ll come through when i’m done

paige loved a message

i sink back into the couch, letting my head rest against the arm, my feet comfortably draped across paige’s lap. the last few days, i tried to keep myself busy, focus on work, ignore the way my phone would vibrate and my thoughts would jump straight to her. the same old game. she’d sent a few texts, nothing too serious, just little things to test the waters i guess, and when she called yesterday, talking about how much she missed me, i could already tell she was pulling me back in, trying to see if that thread between us would hold.

paige kept her word, though—i can give her that. i said i’d answer, and she made sure i’d have a reason to. she knew exactly what to say, and it’s a shame that she always does, really. it’s messed up, but it works. i can’t say i haven’t missed this, either. the way she can look at me and make me forget everything i swore i’d remember, every reason i should’ve walked away.

and now, here we are, the sun setting behind her window and casting everything, even her, in some warm, orange glow that only makes her look all the more attractive. it’s like the universe is playing along, trying to romanticize something i know i should be more careful with. there’s an old celtics game playing on the tv, but neither of us is really paying attention to it. i watch her more than the screen, notice the way her fingers brush absentmindedly over my leg, the way she insists that she should be the one to hold the joint to my lips.

paige leans back, and her hand has inched from my ankle to a casual spot on my bare thigh. we’re both too deep in drinks and hits to make sense of it, but i’m not sure i would’ve said anything even if i was sober. she’s wearing one of her uconn tees, which i guess you could call old now, the shirt hugging her arms a little tight. her hair’s falling over her shoulders, looking a little shriveled but still perfect, and every time she glances at me, she wears this smug little smirk.

“…feels like everything i knew it’d be. more work and pressure than it seems, but you know me,” paige says, her grin turning a little self-satisfied, like she’s relishing every second of her own success. we’ve been catching up—if that’s what you’d call it—for awhile now. i should probably leave soon, sober up and drive home. i’m not that far. but i don’t want to.

she drags her tongue slowly over her bottom lip, eyes hazily drifting back over to me. “what about you, huh?” she asks. “you got that insane move up. what’s that been like?”

i roll my eyes, tilting my head against the couch arm to look at her. “it’s not that insane.”

paige grins, shrugging and taking a sip of her lazy attempt at a cocktail. i’d offered to make them myself, honestly not trusting the blonde to not fuck it up, but she’d insisted, hostess duties or something.

“still sounds like a pretty big deal. you’re all professional and shit now,” she rambles, and i can’t help but chuckle at her choice of words.

i shake my head, hiking one of my legs up. “it’s not like i’m paige bueckers or anything,” i tease, a stupid, huge smile on my face. how is she able to bring out the worst and the best in me? “no one’s asking me to sign their shoes after a meeting.”

she laughs, eyes half-lidded and glassy, gaze intimidatingly lingering on me just a little too long. “bet you got your own version of that, though. people hangin’ on your every word, just tryna get a second of your time. don’t lie.”

i shrug, eyes shooting away from her. i don’t get how she does it. “i mean, it’s been good,” i admit. “long hours, but it’s nice to finally get involved the way i always wanted to, y’know?”

her hand shifts a little on my thigh, just enough to remind me it’s there, and i glance down. “coulda called that years ago,” she murmurs, barely louder than a whisper. then, it’s silent for a moment. just long enough for me to think of something else to ask her before she beats me to it. “you happy?”

i swallow, suddenly feeling a little hot in the face. “i am,” i reply after a pause, furrowing my eyebrows with a nod, almost like i’m trying to convince myself of it. “the dream, right?” i let out a breathy laugh, and paige smiles.

it’s silly to think that the both of us could recall that conversation like it was yesterday. but this wasn’t the dream. not the one we had when we were kids. just our own fucked up, adult version of it. and somehow, someway, we’re still here. somehow, someway, we still can’t let it go.

“and the people? they treat you right?” she sounds like she really cares, but is still trying not to press too hard.

“everyone’s good. most of them, anyway.” she can probably see through every word i say. pick up on the way i describe everything as good. i hesitate, looking back up at her. “never thought i’d be this close with a pro team after graduating, that’s for sure.”

“bro, ‘kea really don’t play ‘bout you,” paige laughs, but she’s serious. rickea’s one of the first people i got close with during my internship, contrary to belief. i was barely around the team then, too. “and maya’s been talking all kinds of good about you since cam’s party.”

i can feel my face flush, and i shift to sit up next to her, suddenly acutely aware of how close i am to paige, how tangled up i’ve let myself become. the mention of her name has clearly been a sore subject. i’m not sure why i feel so guilty, paige was mine first, but my mind flashes to her anyway, and then to paige, who’s probably hearing everything maya’s been saying about me, while i’m here, in the middle of all of it.

i don’t wanna ask what she’s been saying, and i surely don’t wanna press further into how deep paige and maya might be. ignorance is bliss, right? but shouldn’t it be my business? is paige still my business?

instead, i force a shrug. “i mean, it’s not like we’re on the same level,” i say, clearly selling myself a little short. maya’s been here longer, knows what she’s doing better than i do. credit never hurt.

paige doesn’t say anything. she inches just a little bit closer, and the sound of a sold out stadium of cheers from tatum’s three pointer is suddenly going in one ear and out the other. a small smirk tugs at her lips, and she tilts her head, eyes not sure what to focus on as she rubs up and down on my thigh, hand inching a little higher everytime. “i agree.”

i squint at her. “you do?” but it’s less of a question. my eyes flick to her lips, and i know she catches it because her smile widens, just a little.

“mhm,” she murmurs, her fingers twisting in, gripping my thigh until i’m squeezing my legs together. there’s a moment of silence, like she’s giving me a moment to breathe, to prepare, and she’s not done. “nobody’s fuckin’ with you, baby. believe that.”

i can feel my defenses slipping—not that they were ever really there anyway—as she presses closer, and i feel a warmth spreading through me, one that has nothing to do with the la heat. “what are we even doing, p?” i ask, and i don’t know where it came from. no part of me wanted to start an argument, or worse, hear the truth. i can’t look away.

she shifts, her expression softening as she glances down, then up again. she doesn’t know the answer either. “i dunno. what we always do.” she leans back a little, resting her head on the couch right near my chest, so close that her breath brushes against me with each exhale.

i tilt my head down, just enough to meet her blue hues, and the words come out before i even realize i’m saying them. “i’m supposed to be over this. over you.”

the second they’re out, i wish i could take them back. i didn’t wanna ruin the moment. the way her face changes, her jaw tightening and a flicker of something unreadable flashing in her eyes, tells me i’ve hit a nerve. a silence falls between us, an uncomfortable one if i’m honest, stretching longer than i mentally prepared myself for.

paige screws her eyes shut, letting out a low, frustrated breath as she sits up, running a hand over her face like she’s trying to gather herself. the loss of her touch makes me feel cold. “fuck, nai.”

i push myself up too, eyebrows are furrowed as i try to make sense of it. “what? i just asked a question.”

“you always gotta make shit so fuckin’ difficult,” she mutters, shaking her head like this whole thing is somehow my fault. like i’m the one complicating it.

i frown, glancing down, and she continues. “you’re just—God, nai, it’s like you can’t just let things be. you always gotta question it, question me.” she bites down on her lip. she’s actually upset, and the horrible part about it is that it’s so like her—so unmistakably paige—that somehow, i can’t even bring myself to be mad.

i want to laugh. “why does that piss you off?” i don’t want to say it, but the words slip out anyway. “you think you’ve given me any reason not to? especially now that you’re seeing maya?”

her head crooks to look at me, and her eyes narrow with it. “what the fuck does maya have to do with this?”

i can feel the heat in my face, the way everything inside me tightens, like i’ve been holding my breath for way too long. “what do you mean, what’s she got to do with it? you’re seeing her, paige. i’m not blind.”

her jaw clenches tighter than before, and she stands up, pacing a few steps before turning back to me. “we’re not—” she pauses, clearly trying to find her words, but i’m not giving her the time.

“that’s all i need to know,” i finish, forcing a tight-lipped grin. “you don’t have to lie. i’m quite sick of those from you, actually.” i chuckle, but it’s a hollow sound, one that doesn’t even make it past my throat. i reach for my shoes that i tossed to the side when i got here, pulling them onto my feet.

paige watches, hands on her hips, and i’m fine with her quiet. “i don’t want you to leave upset with me over somethin’ we coulda talked about,” she softens, but it doesn’t change the fact that i’m already over it.

“i’m not upset with you,” i bluff, and i tie the laces of my sneakers a little tighter than necessary.

she glances down, tongue swarming her mouth, and i don’t even have to look at her to know that she’s thinking of some way to stop me. “nai—“ she starts.

“i’m not upset,” i repeat, and i hope it was more firm this time. i force myself to look her in the eyes, not a single thought behind them. neither of us is willing to be the first to back down, but i’m too exhausted to care anymore. “i just need to go,” i finish, standing up and rounding the couch.

paige’s face drops, hesitation etched across her entire face. “you can’t leave. you had too much. just… stay, aight? we’ll figure it ou—”

i grab my jacket, ignoring her weak attempts. somehow, this all feels like that night again, and i feel that familiar nausea creep up. “i’ll call a fucking uber,” i snap, throwing the door open. and before she can stop me, i’m gone, my pulse racing as i step out into the hall, leaving behind the sound of her voice.

i don’t think i’m very good at pretending i’m not upset.

[goldensunset]

that’s what he gets for racefaking

alright my prediction for gym leader marlon is he’s either going to wash me immediately or i’m going to wash him immediately. i’m underleveled but so far the trainers in his gym haven’t been bad

[joonggphilia]

💙🩷Take Two🩷💙

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Pairing: Dom! Top! Jeno x Bttm! Sub! Mreader x Dom! Top! Jaemin Genre: Smut Cw: Threesome, size kink (brief), feminization, implied virgin reader A/n: woah. It’s super short, but I’m tired and don’t want to make you guys wait any longer 🤷 might be some typos in this one, I’m losing my mind fr.

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Inviting both Jeno and Jaemin over at the same time was a big mistake. You never thought you’d end up being pounded by both men on your living room floor. Jeno had his face buried between your cheeks, lapping at you hole while Jaemin talked you through and kissed you sweetly. “MMH! J-Jeno not too much!” You yelped, feeling his wet muscle travel deeper into your hole. “Shhhh. He’s making you feel good.” Jaemin hummed, running his hands over your perky nipples and hard cock. “Ungh! It’s too much jaem I’m cummi-!” you where quickly cut off by your second orgasm of the night, certainly more to come. You watched as jeno rose from behind you, chin covered in your slick. “Your boy pussy is so good, m/n~ I love the way you taste.” He cooed, sending a nod to the other top, signaling him that it was his turn. Jaemin, quickly pulled off his sweatpants, no underwear underneath. Your eyes widened at his size, sure in general he was huge, but his cock too? “Let me use that pretty mouth. Open up for me, m/n.” He spoke, the tip of his dick kissing your lips. You immediately complied. The sensation of your tongue around his length was heavenly, moans flooding from his throat. “M/n, go deeper. You’re just so good. Taking me like a good girl.” Jaemin rasped, his mind slowly slipping away from him. You couldn’t help, but whine at the nick name. You were a boy, identified as a male, but you were jaemin’s good girl. Jeno watched, a small grin spread across his face as he watched the events before him unfold. Soon he was bored. “I’m tapping in, M/n. Don’t be worried, I’ll take good care of you.” Jeno whispered behind you, his hands resting on the small of your back. You tried to respond, but jaemin’s cock hitting the back of your throat made it pretty impossible. You yelped as you felt Jeno’s finger enter your hole, causing the man in front of you to cum. All the sensations led you to your third orgasm. He pulled out as you swallowed, a satisfied hum leaving his lips. “I’ll sit back for now. Be a good girl for Jeno.” Jaemin sat up on the couch, immediately stroking his cock in rhythm with Jeno’s finger. He only added more fingers, his pace quickening, and his breath getting shallow. You could hardly take it, just the curve of Jeno’s fingers made you crazy. The sensation only got stronger. You were getting hotter. He was getting louder. So close……..Four…..Orgasm number four. “Cmon, princess. Its was only my fingers. Your really asking me to suck you down, hmmm?” Jeno questioned, his throbbing cock rubbing between your ass cheeks. “Please! I’m begging you, just fuck me.” You whined, pressing back against his cock. That’s all he needed. He was pounding into you, the floor beneath you rattled. (R.I.P the downstairs neighbor) “J-JENO! TOO..TOo Much!” You moaned out as his dick continued to hit your prostate each time he thrusted in. “Y-you asked for this~~ how could I-i hold back when your just so pretty.” Jeno praised, his thrust becoming sloppy. You quickly screeched as Jaemin crouched in front of you to pull you into a heated kiss. Your body was numb at this point, the overwhelming feelings taking over. It wasn’t long before Jeno was burying his cum deep inside of you and your seed had spilled over the carpet. “Five times. Your just so good, M/n. We’ll take a short break for now.” Jaemin cheered, his praises never making it through your fucked out brain.

You woke up on the carpet the same as when you passed out, the other two asleep in your bed. “Fuckers”

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[sxcret-garden]

hmmm smth im curious about…mtl likely in ateez to be a brat tamer/enjoy a bratty s/o

we're just gonna ignore the fact that this ask is almost 3 months old ok aksldjöfksa i've been wanting to answer this for ages and suddenly so much time has passed... anyway

thanks for the ask, anon!! my detailed thoughts are under the cut~ i hope you enjoy hehe

most

Hongjoong

Wooyoung

Jongho

Mingi

Yunho

San

Seonghwa

Yeosang

least

I think both Hongjoong and Wooyoung would thoroughly enjoy being with a bratty s/o! Hongjoong especially strikes me as such a brat tamer - dating a brat will for sure bring out his dominant side a lot! He'll have so much fun playing with you, figuring out how to make you submit to him and what kind of punishments you enjoy receiving just as much as he enjoys giving. The type to learn very quickly how to keep you under control outside of the house - however, once you're in the comfort of your own home he'll deliberately give you a bit more freedom to go wild, because he loves observing your bratty behaviour almost as much as he loves it when he gets to put you in your place for it. The same goes for Wooyoung, except he'll give you a lot more freedom to tease and disobey him. In that, he's not the biggest brat tamer I think - though on some days dom!Wooyoung will jump out and completely ruin you - but he enjoys the playful power exchange of being with someone willing to challenge him. He'll definitely let you win on some days, while on others he'll make sure to drag out the mutual teasing for hours, until you're both so horny that you just can't keep your hands off each other anymore.

Of course Jongho needs to be in the top 3 for this, but I didn't put him at the very top because I think he isn't up for brat taming all the time. Sometimes he just needs things to be peaceful and sweet while having sex - more often than the people ranked above him - but that doesn't mean he won't enjoy himself when you do act up. Will be pretty strict with you, and when you're both in the mood for it, hard dom!Jongho will jump out. As much as you misbehave, he'll be mean to you, knowing just how to break you into submitting to him completely, and he won't be satisfied until there's not a single thought of disobeying him left in your mind. And tbh he definitely gets off on outsmarting you and making you beg for him to finally give you what you need after he made sure you're done being bratty for the day.

I put Mingi fourth because I think while he wouldn't explicitly be seeking out a bratty partner, being with a brat would bring sides of him to light that no other kind of person could. I think you gotta smooth him into the experience, but after you've gotten comfortable with each other, bratty behaviour just might tickle a very dominant side out of him. Like one day you'll be teasing him in public and this guy will just eventually have enough of your attitude, drag you off somewhere, and whisper the dirtiest threat possible in your ear and neither of you will know where that just came from kslfjasdjf needless to say, he'll really enjoy discovering all about this very different side to him together with you.

Yunho and San would both enjoy having their partner acting bratty sometimes, but they wouldn't want to take on the role of a brat tamer all the time in my opinion. They're both softies at heart and need times where they can simply please you and make you feel good without any big power dynamics involved, being more on the service dom side of things after all. For Yunho especially, I think that he would rather keep things to the comfort of your own home, so his first instinct at you trying to rile him up or tease him in public wouldn't be to put you in your place or anything (though I do think he'd be up for that sometimes if you discussed it beforehand!). That said, I do think that both Yunho and San enjoy this kind of dynamic from time to time! They both have a dominant side to themselves, and they're definitely more than willing to try brat taming with a trusted partner. And just like with Mingi, you might uncover some surprising sides of them in the process...

As someone who has trouble seeing Seonghwa as a big dom, I put him towards the lower end of the list. He's probably a bit similar to Mingi, in that a bratty s/o might just tickle a side out of him that enjoys brat taming a lot! But I think he isn't as likely to actually end up with a bratty s/o. He wants to please you in any way he can, and certainly enjoys submitting to his partner too, so if his s/o turns out to want to be brat tamed, he might not really know what to do with that at first. Though if you're really into that, you two will be sure to figure out how to go about it in order to make the experience enjoyable for both of you!

Last but not least is Yeosang, because I just really think he'd prefer submitting to his partner than the other way around. I just don't see him as a brat tamer at all, so if you throw some bratty behaviour his way he will just be very confused and not know how to respond to that at all. Sure, over time you two can definitely incorporate some teasing into your sexual relationship, and if you explain to him how you want him to react to you being bratty he'll definitely do that. But I think it'd be more something he's willing to dip his toes into in order to please you, and not something that comes natural to him or that he'd get the most pleasure out of!

[prideofcelestia]

❝when you repeat his words❞

« characters -> lucifer, asmodeus, solomon, diavolo, barbatos, luke, mephistopheles »

« gender neutral reader »

« headcanons »

« notes -> suggestive for lucifer's part, the way he is in the game... platonic for luke »

LUCIFER

His brows furrow.

"What is the meaning of this?"

When you mimic his displeased demeanour, he is almost sure that you are making fun of him.

Eyes narrowed, he stares at you for a while before sighing and bursting out into laughter, "You sure come up with the most random activities to have fun. It's cute."

Sure enough, you repeat his words.

"Hmmm? Why don't you follow me to my room and I will tell you about the latest activity I thought of? We can both take part in it and it won't be 'cute'," he smiles meaningfully.

ASMODEUS

"Awwww, you're such a cutie, trying to mimic my words!" he says. After a moment of pondering, he smiles seductively and coos, "I love love looove you, Asmo chan ♡.You are the brightest star on any stage! I swoon over your perfection, my lovely darling. Why don't you reserve all your hugs and kisses for me only? I want you all to myself! Oh, you are such a tease! Why do you leave me even for a moment? Please take me in your arms, right now and spoil me, my sweetheart!"

You are left speechless at the words he came up with on the spot. Since you didn't memoriese the words, you tried to satisfy him in your own way.

"Asmo, you know how I love you. You steal my attention when you walk into a room~"

He squeals, "Kyaaaa♡~ You did almost as good as the original! I knew you wouldn't disappoint me."

SOLOMON

He laughs at your antics and is amused to find you mimicking that sound too. When he narrows his eyes, you know that the cogwheels in his head are turning with some idea of its own.

"I am glad that I have a good teacher," he says coyly, waiting for you to reply. The smirk on his face makes you falter. You realise that irrespective of your reply, he will have his fun so you shrug and give up.

LUKE

When you stay silent, his smile widens. "Seems like your teacher taught you well. You know when to quit. Hahaha."

He blushes when he notices, his initial surprise fading away. Normally he would consider it rude but since it's you, he knows you're not making fun of him. So he's fine with it.

"H-Hey! Why are you repeating my words?"

"And the cute chihuahua says, 'H-Hey! Why are you repeating my words?'." you tease.

"I am NOT a chihuahua!" he pouts with hands formed in fists.

"I am NOT a chihuahua!" you bellow in an exaggerated manner and sulk.

Luke looks upset so you drop the act.

BARBATOS

He doesn't really react so you are left wondering if he even realised what you are doing.

"Barbatos, did you notice that I repeated the exact words you said? And copied your mannerisms too?"

"Why, yes, of course I did." he answers with soft laughter escaping his lips. " If I may take the liberty, allow me to say that I quite enjoyed it. And now, if you will quench my curiosity, why did you do so?"

His curious eyes fixed on you, taking you quite by surprise. "Eh... I was just having fun."

"Ah, I see. If it makes you happy, I will like to see you continue your endeavour."

A blush dusts his cheeks as he continues, "If I may be so bold, I will be really happy to know that I am the only one you mimic."

DIAVOLO

He finds the whole experience highly enjoyable.

"Oh, is this a human world game where you mimic the other's words? Hahaha I think this is an innovative way to bring people together."

The twinkle in his eyes makes you answer his question rather than continuing your prank. "Yes, it's really fun."

"Ohhhh? Is it my turn to repeat your words now?" he muses. Mirroring your actions, his voice echos, "Yes, it's fun."

You laugh at his seriousness so he joins you - half for the game, half because he wants to share the moment with you.

When Barbatos finds you two like that, he quickly exits. The sacred moment need not a third participant.

MEPHISTOPHELES

"I don't have time for this," he says when you stare at him for a while without speaking. "If you have something to say, say it."

He frowns when you repeat his words.

"Has the cold and lack of sun gotten to your head? You were the one who came to me."

He looks irritated when you mimic him again.

"I am a demon. I am used to the cold and lack of sun.... Ah I see. I read about a game like this in the human world. Why don't you find another victim, like Lucifer? I would love to know how he reacted."

The idea seems to please him so much that he starts daydreaming on the spot.

[bouncybongfairy]

That's My Thing

Lou Langston x Drunk!Fem Reader

Summary: You get jealous that Lou let Daisy light her Cig. Which leads the two of you to have make-up sex on her apartment.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @redactedbutch

TW: Drunk Sex, Fingering, Nipple Play

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You were sitting in the passenger seat of Lou’s pick up, tipsy and frustrated. She was sitting on a bar stool and you were standing between her legs. Back pressed against the bar, arms wrapped around her neck. You were giggling and flirting into her ear, she was getting increasingly touchy. When you turned around you were practically sitting in her lap while taking a shot; she ran her hands up and down your hips and sides. Squeezing the soft fat on your hips in her rough fingers.

Everything was going great until you came back from the bathroom and saw Daisy lighting Lou’s cigarette. That was your thing, whenever she needed a smoke Lou would put it in her mouth and wait for you. No matter how long you took or what you were doing, she always expected you to stop and give her a light. Even though it was such a little act of servitude, it meant a lot to you. Watching her eyebrows furrow, her face become illuminated by the glow of the fire.

Always taking a nice deep drag, muttering out a line of appreciation like ‘thanks baby’ or ‘what a good girl’ while exhaling smoke. Maybe it was just because you were drunkenly over thinking but it infuriated you that Daisy took any opportunity you had to please Lou. To serve her in the most basic ways because that’s exactly what she deserves for working so hard. Lou knew she was the one who’d drive home so she didn’t drink too much.

Knowing this, you drank enough for both of them. She wrapped her arm around your waist and helped you up the stairs and into the apartment. She knew there was something off, normally you were all over her when you’re drunk. Usually hiccupping and giggling while pulling at her belt. Lou sat on the couch kicking her shoes off just to watch you bend over and pick them up. She whistled which normally sent you into a fit of laughter; you didn’t even notice which concerned her.

She got up and pulled you onto her lap, your knees on the outside of her thighs. You melt onto her, resting your cheek on her shoulder. Closing your eyes and taking deep inhales of her scent, nearly forgetting that you were so jealous and sexually frustrated. You played and tugged on her carabiner that was hanging off the left side of her belt loop while she spoke.

“What’s wrong baby,” she asked while running her hand up and down your back.

“Why did you let Daisy light your cigarette?’ you mumble into the skin of her neck.

“That’s what this is about, you didn’t like that huh?” she asked while comforting you.

“No, that what -hiccup- I’m the one who lights your cigarettes,” you practically whine.

“Yeah? Why?” Lou knew why but she wanted to hear you say it.

“Because I like taking care of you and doing like… everything you need. I love you so much and I don’t want anyone else to do anything that pleases or -hiccup- satisfies your need,” you said.

“Aww I see, you just wanna eat up all my attention like you can’t get enough of it, hmmm?” Lou said, getting the half smoked Newport from behind her ear and putting it between her lips, “i’m waiting,” she said, smacking the bare skin on your ass which made you jump.

You reached down and grabbed the lighter from the coffee table. Lou wanted to bend you over right there and rail you with her fingers but knew she’d get more satisfaction out of teasing until you were a drippy, achy mess. She was overwhelmed with emotion while you brought the flame to her lips. Fog completely wrapped around her brain, all she could think about was you. She loved that you were so obsessed with her, always hanging off her arm.

Loving her so deep that she could feel it within her chest and bones. Normally Lou took on the caretaker role as the masc in the relationship but it was opposite in this case. You constantly wanted to take care of Lou, brushing her hair after the shower. Cutting her nails, making sure she had lunch packed and made for work. Never letting her come home to a dirty apartment and rubbing her back to sleep almost every night. All Lou wanted to do was please you, touching and groping you gave her so much satisfaction and release.

She’d never been treated like a princess before and you being so nurturing made her so deeply infatuated with you. No matter how rough and sadistically she was fucking into your sex you always remained so gentle. Like you were thanking her for pushing your body beyond its limits, bruising her cervix while whispering vile things into her ear. After talking things out, you were back to your bubbly self, nipping at Lou’s ear, eventually taking your shirt off which got her attention.

“Hold this for me and don’t let it ash on the couch, hear me?” She said, handing you the cig and focusing her attention on your chest.

She used her thumbs to flick over your hard and swollen nipples for a while. Your hips jerked while you moaned and whimpered into her ear. Body already so reactive to her hands, you gasped and cried out while she pinched and rolled your nipples between her fingers. Your state of inebriation made the sounds that came from you unfiltered. Throwing the stupid cig onto the ashtray. She moved one of her hands down and up into your skirt.

At first she was massaging your swollen clit with her finger but you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. Grabbing her wrist with both hands and grinding against your hand. Rubbing your wet folds against her fingers, occasionally slipping two in just to feel you squeeze your walls around the digits. Lou purposely keeping your legs apart, spreading your wetness all over your greedy sex. Your legs were beginning to shake, and your thrusts were becoming sporadic and wild.

She took one of your nipples into her mouth and began flicking her tongue; knowing it would send you over the edge. She almost came in her pants while watching you squirt onto her jeans. Biting onto her neck while riding out your orgasm. You collapsed onto her lap, still straddling her but letting your head rest on her shoulder. Panting and wiping the sweat off your face using Lou’s shirt. So worn out that you didn’t even notice that Lou was chuckling to herself, standing the two of you up from the couch.

“Awe, you think we're done babe? Holy shit you are adorable,” she said, grabbing your ass and spreading you while carrying you to the bedroom.

[lirational]

Eleven thirsts,

Hmmm I’d imagine alpha!Eleven to be quite possessive of her omega as well as partake in exhibitionism

Like imagine she’s fucking you during a stream, not only showing you off to everyone but also showing everyone that you are hers and that she alone can only bring you this pure sexual bliss

I’d also like to think she’s the clingy aftercare type. Cuddling and kissing you after you two finish a couple rounds of love making

Very cute in my opinion

(Unbeta’d) smut under the cut. Minors DNI!

Disclaimer that I am only halfway through the event, sorry!

Warnings: Exhibitionism, Eleven has a cock (obviously), knotting.

It was like the barrier between your thoughts and your lips were demolished, each thrust of Eleven’s cock causing you to shudder and grip the edges of the table tighter, tighter until you swore you could feel something shatter beneath your fingers.

She savored each sharp intake of breath, each gasp as you felt her thrust hitting that sweet, sweet spot inside you, each whisper of her name, and each plea torn between wanting her to stop or to continue, her teasing remarks adding fuel to the fire as she answered the questions from people who were calling her. It was late at night, making it almost all too easy to convince anyone that there was really nothing else going on, as Eleven answered their questions with her usual friendly demeanor. She was fully in her element, a contrast to you, where each slow thrust were a battle to keep your voice down and hopefully not make a fool of yourself—

A press on the bulge on your lower belly obliterated your thoughts, as you let out a loud, unmistakable moan, shattering all semblance of dignity you managed to scrounge up.

“There is no need to be nervous, you’re already singing for everyone here, right?” She whispered, each word from her sinful tongue intensifying the scent of camellia in the air, clinging onto your senses to obscure everything else. Eleven was quick to tease the current caller when they asked what was going on, and yet, you cannot afford to feel bad for the clueless caller as they became flustered, stuttering an apology as they hung up the phone, the suddeness of it causing a couple of beeps.

“Well, it seems our caller ‘D’ here chose to not continue our call. Regardless, I wish them good luck in their romantic endeavors.”

There was a devious lilt to her voice as she gripped your hips tight, a low groan escaping her as she sheathed herself fully to the hilt.

“Oh, what is it? I should make a segment where I give advice? Thank you, I might consider it,”

Drool had escaped the corner of your lips, sweat dripping to the scripts she had set up as aid, yet she didn’t seem to mind, treating each thrust as a game, until not even her prowess could hide what was going on in the room.

Crimson lit up your cheeks at the thought.

“Oh, you like this, my little omega? Both of us teetering on the, aah, brink of discovery?” She whispered, her voice low. She was close, you could feel how her body tremble, how her cock twitches inside you as you both teeter closer to a satisfying release. “So insatiable, so good, and all mine, close and caged together with me~”

With the final word, she bit on the nape of your neck, bruising your skin as you felt her paint your insides with white, enough to fill you to the brim. Her release heralded your own, as you saw white not a few seconds later, creating a mess of stringy white on her dress, your voice practically telling everyone that you two were locked by the hip the whole time. Despite the challenge, Eleven didn’t even frown, as she stared at the mixture of your mess staining her clothes with eyes full of desire.

“You did so good, good girl, all for me,” she murmured onto your skin, tenderly kissing the dip of your shoulder in a gesture of pure affection. A quick farewell marked the end of her stream, then she pressed you against her shoulder, ruffling your head as she tells you to rest for now until she could pull herself out of you.

As you closed your eyes, she eyed where her cock were buried inside you, humming in satisfaction at the mixture of fluids.

Perhaps, both of you could take a warm bath later.

[thehorrorgirlstyles]

The Kook princess

Part 1

JJ Maybank x Kook!reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smoking & drinking, 18+ themes, mature, mentions of sex

(Note: This part is more Rafe x reader background, JJ x reader will be in the next part!!)

Summary: Being best friends with Kiara means spending a lot of time with the Pogues, something that your boyfriend, Rafe, isn't to happy about.

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"Kie, I don't know if I should come...I don't think your friends like me very much" You say to Kiara while fixing your hair. You guys have spent the last few days at your house eating snacks and watching tv. Now since the hurricane has passed, Kiara is trying to get you to go fishing with her friends on the other side of the island.

"Cmon Y/n I promise you it will be fun, they just need time to warm up to you..that's all".

You turn around and see her shuffling through your clothes looking for something for you to wear. She throws a two piece your way and you catch it. "Now you can't make an excuse saying you don't have anything to wear", she smiles at you.

"God, I hate you" you smile back at her.

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After both of you have finished getting ready you go downstairs and wait for them to come by and pick you up. The longer you wait the more you grow nervous, "Kie, I don't know if this is such a good idea anymore".

"Relax, they're almost here" Kiara says while grabbing your hand to calm your nerves. Just then you hear an engine growing closer. You look up and see that it's not her friends, but instead your boyfriend.

"What the hell, what is he doing here?"

"I don't know, he didn't call".

Kiara drops your hand and walks over to the truck, "Dude get the hell out of here, Y/n and I are spending time together". Rafe ignores her and starts making his way over to you. He greets you by giving you a quick kiss to the lips. You quickly pull away and look at him, questioning why he's here.

"What I can't see my own girlfriend now?"

"No, of course you can Rafe it's jus-" Kiara cuts you off, "We had plans!"

Just then John, Pope, and JJ pull up in the boat.

"Hey Kie cmon we have stuff to do!" JJ yells out. Kiara looks at you, silently telling you to come with her, but you tell her you'll just catch up to her later. She scoffs and heads off towards the boat.

"So what you're hanging around dirty pouges now?", your boyfriend says after they leave, tightening his hand around your arm.

"What?..Kie's my friend, she just wanted me to go fishing with them that all".

"Hmmm" he thinks while looking at you, "I don't want you hanging around that girl if she's with them, especially JJ..You hear me" He looks at you with a look that you've never seen before.

"Yeah, yeah okay whatever" you brush it off.

He isn't quite satisfied with your answer but he leaves it at that and ushers you towards his truck. You ask him where he's taking you and he says something about stopping by to see a guy named Barry.

"What do you need to see this Barry guy for and why are you taking me with you?...I could've went with Kie if this is all that we were gonna do." He stops the car suddenly and you jerk forward in your sit.

"So you rather hang out with those pogues than me?" He doesn't look at you, but you see his fist tightening against the wheel.

"Jesus what's your promblem.. why are you on one today?"

He slams his fist against the wheel, making the alarm go off, "ANSWER ME!" You shriek back at his voice, not knowing why he's acting like this. I mean you know that he can be a dick sometimes, but he's never gotten physical with you or raised his voice at you.

"Rafe, calm down, who cares if I hang out with them, they're still people you know that right?" You ask, not liking the way he keeps calling them "dirty pouges".

"That's not the question I asked" he finally turns his head to look at you and you see just how angry he actually is.

"Uhh- no Rafe, I want to hang out with you", you back away from him slightly, your back pushed against the door.

"Good", he says while speeding off towards Barry's.

For the next 10 minutes you sat in silently with your back facing the door and your eyes watching Rafe's moves. You're not quite sure what's gotten in to him but he isn't acting like his usual self. Usually he's a dick to everyone BUT you not a dick to you.

"Alright where here, stay in the car." You look up and see small trailer. Rafe turns your head to face him and you gasp, "Do you understand, stay in the car Y/n!" He says it like it's not a request but a demand. You nod your head and he hops out the door slamming it. You watch him walk into the tailer.

A couple minutes later he walks out with a bag full of white stuff in it. He hops in the truck wasting no time in taking off.

"So, watcha get?" You ask, while reaching to grab the bag from him. He jerks the car, swevring it and you fall back against the seat, "None of your business Y/n!" He says raising his voice, "Keep your hands to yourself, stop trying to touch my shit!" he grips the wheel and drives faster.

You look at him in shock, why is he being more of an asshole today? You look back at the bag and think to yourself why he doesn't want you to know, when you realize what exactly the "white stuff'" is. "Are you on drugs?" you flat out ask him.

He grips the wheel tighter, growing more angrier, "Like I said Y/n its none of your business!"

"The fuck is wrong with you Rafe, if my boyfriend is doing drugs I think I have the fucking right to know!" You say raising your voice to. If he can raise it so can you.

"Y/n shut the fuck up stop being a god damn bitch right now, all you have to do is fucking sit there and not say anything!" You open your mouth in shock, did your boyfriend just seriously call you a bitch? Maybe it's just the drugs affecting him?

"Rafe seriously whats wrong?" you go to touch his shoulder, in hopes of calming this situation down.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" you jump back at his voice. Not liking how he is acting.

"Rafe let me out, you're scaring me." He doesn't listen to you. "Rafe stop this fucking car, you're scaring me!" He presses down on the breaks hard, jerking you forward again. You unbuckle your seatbelt and look to him for an answer to why he's being like this. Hoping that he'll apologize and tell you that he will get better.

"Get the fuck out Y/n since you wanted to so badly!" you continue to stare out him, hoping he will say something to make this better, but its a lot cause.

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT BITCH!" he open the door for you and pushes you out the car. You land on the side of the road and look up at him, he doesn't look back speeding off down the street. You sit there hurt and crying, blood dripping from your knee.

When you finally get up, you decide to walk to John B's knowing that the walk back to your house will take longer and you're in no state right now. You knock on the door and wait, praying that someone is here.

"Yo Y/N what's up, you decided to hang out with us" Kie opens the door, but her smile drops when she sees the state you're in. "What the hell happened..are you okay?" She pulls you into the house and walks you over to the couch, you sit down noticing that she's the only one here.

"They're outside in the back, trying to clean up the mess the hurricane made" you nod at her words, another tear slipping down your cheek. She gets up and finds supplies in the bathroom for your knees, helping you bandage it. "Luckily it doesn't look too bad, but I'm just gonna bandage it so it won't get infected", She looks at you again, "Are you gonna tell me what happened?"

"Rafe" you choke out.

"That Bastard, fuck Y/n how could he hurt you, I know Rafes an ass, but he loves you?"

"He's o-on drugs", you look to the floor, more tears escaping.

"Holy shit...I'm so sorry Y/n...that's still not an excuse to hurt you." You look at her knowing she's right. "Umm- hey I know this probably isn't the best time, but were having a bonfire tonight, you should come...help clear your mind off things..maybe release some stress" she says winking at you trying to help lightening the situation. You laugh, "If this is you trying to say I should have sex with a stranger, so that I can get my mind of Rafe, then yeah your right, this isn't the best time".

"I mean that's the best way right... and there will be drinks there, cmon Y/n" she looks at you pleading.

"Kie, my boyfriend just pushed me out a car and is snorting coke and you want me to go to a party?" you look at her like she's crazy.

"Yes...?, Besides he's your ex-boyfriend now right?" You look at her thinking, you haven't thought that far, but it probably is a good idea to stop seeing Rafe, especially now that he's on hard drugs. He hurt you and you can never forgive him for that. Besides you guys were never going to work in the long run, Rafe is an asshole the total opposite of you. You want kids in the future and you definalty don't see Rafe being a good dad.

"Fine, yes I am single now..theres no point in dwelling on the matter, I'll go with you to the bonfire" She jumps up and down, happy that your finally ending things with Rafe after talking about it for some time now.

"YES, finally!... Lemme go tell the boys" she runs off outside.

You pray your making the right decision and you hope that your now ex won't be showing up anytime soon...

[iamlostsomewhereinthegarden]

HI KAIDA

HOPE YOU'RE DOING GOOODDDD

I WANTED TO ASK YOU IF YOU COULD WRITE OTHER SMUTS ON SOUYAAA PLEASEEEEEEE

I have sooooo much drafts so here’s one being posted in your honor! I’m so hype that you requested (you’re like my second ever request lol)

Souya and his old Sex Toy

This was lowkey inspired by me getting sex toys lololol

TW: smut, sex toys, Gender neutral reader, meantions of cock which can also be read/seen as a dildo, giving a sex toy a name and gender (I just added this te because I find this funny), tell me anything else I’m missing lol

(My favorite fucking gif and episode, I just read the manga and didn’t/don’t watch the anime cause they’ve butchered a lot of stuff but I watched this episode for Souya alone, and this might’ve been my favorite part. He’s a fucking beyblade.)

Going through Souya’s old room as you help him pack up so he can start living with you when you stumble across something interesting~ Smiling to yourself, you hide the item away amongst the stuff that you’re bringing back home for the day to surprise your cute, grumpy-faced lover. Later that night, when you were edging and prepping him for the night, you pulled out the item, a little fleshlight that was clearly too small for his long cock. “Soooo Souya, you were a pervert even before you knew you loved taking cock, huh?” You teased, leaving him a crimson stuttering mess. “How’d you even get or use this while still living in the same apartment as your brother? We both know your moans aren’t quite love~” You stroked his dick while he started to explain, “I didn’t use it often, a-and I did it when Hoya wasn’t home!” He squeaked. Hearing how little it was used gave you a wicked idea. “So it must have been so lonely being practically abandoned, huh? Why don’t we give it some love?” Squirting lube into the toy and hovering it over his blushing tip, you asked, “You wanna use it don’t ya?” And while Souya usually agreed to whatever devious idea you had, you were surprised this time by him shaking his head no furiously, “I want your cock! I don’t wanna fuck, I wanna be fucked!” Tutting you tell him “Now, we know that’s not fair for Mr. Fleshlight, he’s been abandoned for so long,” smirking evilly and teasing his top with the fleshlight you suggested. “How about you cum into him first, and then you can have my cock like you do every night, okay?" Souya nodded readily, looking on the verge of tears due to the upcoming orgasm. “Words hun, I need words.” “Y-Yes!” “Yes, what?” "Yes I’ll fuck Mr. Fleshlight! Please, please, please hurry, I want your cock soooo bad!!!”Chuckling, you slide the fleshlight onto his dick and coo at how small it looked on it. “Look at how tiny it is, barely fitting a third of your cock! My baby had such a small dick before, huh? Well, luckily my baby has a very sensitive tip, so he can still give Mr. Fleshlight cum right?” Waiting for a response all you got was Souya moaning and groaning, stopping your movements you looked at Souya with a displeased face. “I said, luckily my baby has a very sensitive tip so he can still give Mr. Fleshlight cum right?” Wanting the stimulation again Souya nodded furiously, babbling almost non-coherently. “Yessssss, your baby can give mister cum, your baby can, please let your baby cummmmmm.” Smiling back you continued your previous movements, “Good baby, now let’s make you cum so you can get my dick.” Licking across the vein on his dick Souya immediately came spurting cum through the top of the fleshlight. Not even giving himself time to catch his breath Souya pushed you to the ground, making the fleshlight fall to the ground, and pulled down your underwear, shoving your dick in his ass, finally looking satisfied. “Hmmm, I didn’t know you were that desperate for my dick.” You said once you recovered from the shock of his actions, shrugging you start moving, "Well, I promised and you did so well baby boy, now prepare to be my fleshlight.” Moaning at your movements, Souya thanks you before he got the sense fucked out of him. Though Souya’s move was delayed because of the soreness after that night, it was well worth it. Maybe you guys should introduce more toys into the bedroom.

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

This post may or may not be inspired by the fantasies I have at work 🫣 😂 I'm just a girl ✨

₊˚⊹ Fucking your boss ˚⊹

Both of your hands were resting on his shoulders as you moved up and down on his cock. Your hips were moving at an intense speed, chasing your own pleasure. This experience was already giving you satisfaction, as beneath you was your new boss, who was instructing you on your new path as a teacher.

However, Gojo was busy panting as your tight cunt kept moving alongside his shaft. He had a strong grip on your body, and you felt as his fingers would tighten with each passing moment, leaving red marks on your skin.

“Gojo,” you moaned, trying your hardest to keep quiet.

"Hmm..." a low hum was all he could say while looking at you with half-lidded eyes. Seeing his bright blue eyes looking at you with such hunger made you smirk and desire him even more.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his in an eager kiss. Your tongues immediately kept twirling around each other in an erratic rhythm, leaving no room for air or corrections. It was a sloppy kiss, one that resulted in lots of moans that filled the room. None of you cared about the others anymore.

You grabbed a handful of his white hair and pulled his head backwards, gaining dominance over him. Your lips went to taste other parts of his skin, going from his cheeks to the jawline and finally to his neck.

"Oh yes..." he said in a long, low tone, indicating his addiction to your touch.

"You like that?" you asked as you bit his neck hard enough to make his cock throb.

"Yes...yes..." he said in the same way, which made you unaware of his next move.

His hands moved to grab your butt, and suddenly you felt your body being lifted in the air. His cock remained inside you all this time as he placed you on his desk. A few tests fell on the floor.

"Satoru..." you yelped but were silenced immediately once he began to thust inside you. His pace was faster than yours, more eager. With each thrust, you felt him throb harder and harder. Heavy breaths were combined with little moans; his hair was all over his sweaty forehead, making Gojo a hot mess.

He lifted your legs over his shoulders, a moment in which you felt his cock reach the deepest spots inside you. The feeling was so intense, so overwhelming, that you couldn't control yourself. The desk was shaking underneath you two as he kept on rushing. You felt like a useless piece of meat in his hands as he kept pounding like an animal.

With a gutural groan, he came inside you, whitening your interior completely. Your own orgasm left you in a weak state, trembling legs falling on his shoulder.

Luckily, no one heard you two doing the dirty.

His four arms were all over your body.

“Hmmm, divine.” He said as he ran his fingers along the curves of your back.

You were one of his favourite soldiers, and now you understand that not only your fighting skills got his attention.

You breathe heavily as you feel all of his four arms groping your flesh. Two of his hands were resting on your hips, another was caressing your back, and another was slowly aiming to play with your breast.

“Hmm, fuck…” you whispered as you felt his fingers toying with your nipple. He kept pinching and rolling it between his fingertips, going so slowly as you antagonise you.

"Master.." you whispered, not wanting to hide the need for him.

"Patience, my soldier. Don't rush me." He said the last part in a bit of a threatening tone, and he squeezed your hips a little harder.

"My apologie...ah-" you let out a sharp moan when you felt one thick finger entering your hole. It came in and out of you, slowly as if he tested his new playground. He moved it in circles, tickling your walls and feeling them squeeze his finger.

"Hmm..." He let out a satisfied moan, and you smiled, knowing that your body was already pleasing the king. You playfully moved your hips back and forth on his finger, urging him to keep exploring you.

Amused by your act, he humoured you and added another finger, stretching you a little more. You bit your lip and exhaled deeply as you felt his second digit joining the other. With curved fingers, he picked up the pace a bit, just to make sure you're ready. When he felt like you had enough, he removed them and gave his cock a few strokes.

Your heart was pounding with joy and a little bit of anxiety as you waited for his next move. However, you became thrilled when you felt something hard tickling your entrance.

“Show me you want it,” he said, moment in which you pressed your chest to the mattress.

That’s when things took a turn.

He was fucking you raw, like you were the only woman for him. The groans, the iron grip, the little praises he would whisper to you were so fucking delightful as it felt you were being spoiled by a god.

His big shaft went in and out of you, rubbing your spot with each thrust. You could feel all that pressure building up, almost as if you were about to explode. Sukuna just overwhelmed your senses, turning you into a hot, sweaty, mess. His other hands were all over your body, bringing you over the edge.

Your orgasm was so intense that you fell numb in an instant. Lucky for you, Sukuna was holding your body as he kept thrusting inside you.

Another sensation followed once the King filled you up. It was so good, so addictive that it left you wanting more.

Being an intern was never so fun, especially when your boss was thrusting his fat cock inside you while your body was pressed tight on his desk.

"Na-nanami..." That's the only coherent thing that your trembling voice could say.

One of his hands was tangled within your locks, having a fistful of your hair, and the other was resting next to your face.

He supported himself on the elbow as he lowered himself over you.

"You have no idea for how long I've been watching you," he whispered with his smooth voice, contrary to the brute force of his hips. "I've laid my eyes on you ever since you first came in our office." His grip on your hair tightened, forcing you to lift your head and come closer to his mouth. "I wanted you the moment I saw you in that pencil skirt...so tight on your hips," he muttered the last few words, and they were followed by a very, very hard thrust, which made your body jolt. The whole desk was shaking, causing a few supplies to drop on the floor.

His mouth went straight to your exposed neck, and with his fingers, he moved away the fabric of your shirt that was in his way. The hand from your hair went to cover your mouth, and it was so big that it covered a good portion of your face. His fingers squeezed your cheeks as he thrusted, the grip tightening and loosening with each move.

Tears just shot from your eyes when he found your breast. His calloused fingers immediately found your sensitive nipple, pinching and twisting with enough force to overwhelm you.

With his mouth at your neck, his hand on your chest, and his cock buried inside you, it was all you needed to forget about yourself and the reason you accepted the internship. Feeling the unbearable pressure, you rolled your eyes and allowed yourself to be devoured by it.

The orgasm hit you hard, and you were lucky to have Nanami holding you as your body went numb. His arm went below your chin to grab the other shoulder; the other went to hug your waist as he kept thrusting inside you. He almost choked you, but he quickly released his load inside.

After that, he helped you clean yourself and get dressed.

"My apologies, Y/N; I didn't mean to destroy your shirt," he said while looking at the torn fabric. Quickly, he loosened the remaining buttons of his shirt and handed it to you. "Here, take it. I have a spare one; don't worry."

Your eyes widened when you saw his physique, and one thing ran through your mind: "This man is definitely not just a simple salaryman."

His recent employer asked him to teach you a few tricks, so he was technically your new boss until his contract was over.

You were sitting at the edge of the bed with your legs wide spread.

"Beautiful..." He looked down at you and smirked. He was completely naked, with his cock erect and its tip red. "See what you're doing to me?" He asked before giving it a few strokes.

"You should see what you're doing to me..." you replied, looking at him with those seductive siren eyes that drove him mad.

He eyed your wet cunt and moved one of his fingers between your slits, travelling from your hole to your clit, feeling the dampness that was between your legs, which caused him to let out a long, satisfied moan.

"I'm about to teach you soo much, little doll," he said as he bent over you. He never broke eye contact, not even for a second.

You gasped when you felt his tip stretching you, but Toji quickly pressed his lips over yours, resulting in an intense and passionate kiss. He pushed and pushed until his cock was buried deep inside you and continued at a slow pace so you could adjust.

"You're such a good slut for me," he said, moaning the last words. "You are taking me so well..." A hard thrust followed, one that you felt so deep within you that made you yelp. After that, he became more energetic, picking up the pace and rubbing that sweet spot within you.

His mouth was glued to your neck as he continued to suck and bite various portions of your flesh. He loved when you'd whimper in pain as he applied more pressure, enough to leave marks.

With his head buried at the junction of your neck and cock thrusting at a fast pace, Toji completely forgot the purpose of his mission. All he cared about was going as deep as he could in your cunt, fucking you senseless until you couldn't walk.

"Toji..." you cried out. He felt your cunt contracting more and more and knew the end was close.

With an iron grip on the sheets, he thrust a few more times until you came, milking him of every single drop he could offer. With a gutural groan, he filled you up to the brim.

"Now that's a training I enjoy," you said between heavy breaths.

"Oh, and the day is not finished yet," he said with a smirk.

[l3vi-bby]

OK SO

M! Reader with Beel but reader is a chef/baker. Beel only learns about Readers talent when he eats one of their meals and finally feels full for the first time probably ever. Beel questions reader about the contents of the food and reader is like “idfk, made with love?” Because of this, Beel forces Reader to make him food as much as possible.

Small little thing I was thinking about, thought it might be cute.

𝙇3𝙑𝙄-𝘽𝘽𝙔 ;; ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ░ : ｡.｡

warnings / sum // he's full of your love and still wanting more. || beelzebub (obey me! one master), male reader, fluff

a / n // tysm for giving me my first ever request on here + i love beel sm so i was so excited to start writing this!!! [B. NAME] = bakery name (usually would mean "brother" but in this fic no)

# full of your love // beelzebub x m!reader ≟ ˚◦

: ｡.｡ ░ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ;; 𝙇𝙀𝙑𝙄-𝘽𝘽𝙔

𝙄𝙏 — was known all across the Devildom that [F. NAME]'s baking was the best and not only that, but the [B. NAME] was also great, even Barbatos and Luke would agree so, their own pastries maybe put to shame. The bakery smelt of fresh sweets, toasted bread, and the clear aroma of caffeine. Everything in the building screamed a homey feeling, it brought a warm welcome to any person, demon, or angel walking in. A heaven in hell.

It was unsurprising that Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony, quickly found out about the place, and became a frequent patron. Not only that, he was the generally the sweetest and most supportive, having the money to buy all of the bakeries pastries if he wanted to. It was currently a normal day, it had begun to snow in the Devildom and demons all around looked for refuge in any open stores. Beelzebub sat down at a table, scarfing down the food given to him by [F. NAME]. The demon looked up at [F. NAME] as he munched, "your baking is always the best, [F. NAME]... mmm..." The [H. COLOR]-nette could only chuckle, placing more food before the other, "so I've heard, Beel." They continued to bask in each other's warm company, [F. NAME] soon pulling in a chair and propping his elbows up to admire his favorite customer. Beel gulped down the remains of the food with a good jug of coffee and sighed in content. He patted his stomach and realized an odd feeling. "... I feel so full, [F. NAME]." "I'd be surprised if you didn't, you've ate more than you regularly do." Beel shook his head, "no, you don't understand. I never get full." The ginger tightened his brows at the other, seeing as how the baker was not staring back quizzically. "That's interesting...?" [F. NAME] said, confusion in his tone. They stayed staring at each other for a minute or two, an awkward atmosphere still growing. [F. NAME] opted the conversation was done and stood up, grabbing a nearby platter and stacking the empty dishes, Beelzebub could only watch, a curious wilderment still evident. He suddenly snapped out of it, stopping the baker. "What do you put in your food?" Caught off guard, [F. NAME] opened his mouth to close it again. Shouldn't it be obvious...? Flour... sugar... salt — y'know, what else is one supposed to put in a pastry? "What else?" [F. NAME] softly smiled, "it's pastries." Beelzebub shook his head, not satisfied and repeated his question. [F. NAME], a platter still in hand, took his other and placed it on his chin in ponder. "Hmmm... love, I guess?" The silence came back at Beelzebub widened his eyes. [F. NAME] chuckled again, the melody of his voice filling the bakery as he went back to tidy up. Beel felt a feeling deep inside him, butterflies swirling inside his chest. The deepest red took over the avatar's face as he slowly raised his hand, grabbing [F. NAME]'s wrist. Both became surprised at the upcoming words. "Please, make me as much food as you can!" "U — uh? I'm sorry?" Beel stood up, his face now mere inches away from the other, "more! I need more!" [F. NAME] smiled, trying to stifle his laughter but soon blowing up. "Sure! Sure — haha, just — just sit down Beel, and I'll cook you all the food you want!"

𝙇3𝙑𝙄-𝘽𝘽𝙔 ;; ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ░ : ｡.｡ impo . // masterlist || req info / post

[holylulusworld]

Between a rock and a hard place (5)

Summary: You are in big trouble and in need of money. Two wolves are more than willing to help you. For a price…

Pairing: Mobster!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Mobster!August Walker

Warnings: angst, language, power imbalance, debts, scared reader, groping, gaslighting, darkfic, both brothers are not nice guys, mafia au, a tiny hint of fluff/aftercare, possessive Walter, jealousy?, cockwarming

Between a rock and a hard place (4)

Between a rock and a hard place masterlist

Shutting the world around you off, especially the two men using you to their liking, you fell asleep on the couch at the club.

You slept for almost two hours before Walter finally decided it was time to go home. He covered your body with his large shirt and picked you up in bridal style.

August was less aggressive and loud on your way toward the car. He grinned and talked about your perfect ass the whole time.

At least you got him off your back by letting him fuck your ass. A silver lining in the dark pit your world became.

“You’ve done so well for us. We made so much money,” Walter soothingly runs his big hand over your back as you try not to move too much.

You are in the largest bathtub you have ever seen. Walter insisted on running you a bath and on joining you. A trick, of course. You ended up impaled on his insatiable cock to keep him warm once again.

“Feels good keeping my big cock warm, doesn’t it?” He laughs when you hide your face in his chest. You’d love to tell him that you are sore and tired, but he wouldn’t listen to you. None of them does.

“You tricked me,” you murmur, afraid to speak louder. “You lied too.”

“Kinda,” he pats your head. “We let our customers fuck our employees but provide a different service too. I kept my word, didn’t I? I only shared you with August. No other man will touch you ever again, lamb.”

“We call it live-action porn,” August snickers as he joins you in the tub. He stretches his long legs out and you instinctively cling to his brother. “Don’t worry, I’m satisfied for tonight. The blowjob you gave me in the back of the car was mind-blowing. You’re a little minx.”

“She was such a good girl for me. I’m so proud of her for letting herself fall,” Walter’s praise, makes your heart flutter. “I rewatched the close-up and got hard again. My sweet little lamb is a star. I hate to say it, but I told you so.”

“Hmmm…you don’t hate to say it, brother.” You squeak when August leans forward to grope your ass. “As long as I can fuck her, you can keep her. I’ll figure out how to make her disappearance believable.”

You stiffen. “Relax, baby lamb. We only want to keep you to ourselves. Bad people are after your dead husband, and I can tell, they’d love to get their hands on you.”

“You’re ours now. No need to be officially alive, right?” August pinches your ass meaningly and snickers when you try to move away. But you are trapped, still impaled on his brother’s cock. “Right.”

“Don’t be an ass,” Walter slaps his brother’s hand away. “She made fifty thousand bucks in one night for us. I told you she’s going to be good for us.”

“Good for you,” you sniffle. “So good…”

Walter showed mercy after he filled your cunt up for one last time. He cleaned you and put you into a barely-not-there nightie to present you to his brother.

“I like the way you dress her,” August laughs as you lie on the bed, worn-out, and tired. “She’s a damn porn star with a mouth and a tight hole like that.”

“She has had enough for one night,” Walter points at the door. “You can fuck her with me at the club, but nowhere else. The blowjob at the car was a one-time thing. She’s mine.”

“Christ, you are obsessed with her,” you hide your face in the cushions when the brothers start fighting over you again. “I want her at the club again next week. I got some VIPs waiting for a good show.”

“Next week,” Walter jerks his head toward the door. “Now leave. She needs sleep and me too. I fucked her so many times I’m a little tired myself.”

August glances at you one last time. He can’t help but feel a little jealous as you immediately move closer to his brother the moment he lies on the bed next to you.

“Night,” he walks out of the door, slamming it shut with a loud thud. You flinch and sniffle, knowing he’s mad at you again.

“Let him sulk, lamb,” Walter moves closer to you. “Come here. I’ll keep you safe and warm.”

You don’t argue or fight Walter when he tells you to lie on his chest. It’s easier to be good for him and do as he says. He wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head.

“He’ll lose interest soon and then you are all mine,” he whispers. “I’ll make sure that he doesn’t hurt you, my sweet lamb. You’re too good for me to go to waste.”

Walter runs his big hand over your back up to your shoulders and back down. Your eyes flutter shut, and you feel warm.

“I knew you were special when I saw you the other day. You smiled and giggled, but your husband didn’t pay attention to what you had to say. I think you came to the event to show off your pretty new dress, but he only had eyes for some other woman.”

Your eyes snap open again as he continues.

You remember that night. It was the last time you went out with your husband.

That was over a year ago. – He must have watched you for a long time if he saw you that night. How could this happen to you? Maybe he even had a hand in what happened to your husband.

“You looked so cute in that dress,” he nuzzles his face in your hair. “I would’ve loved to take you right there and then.” He chuckles. “August told me to not pay attention to some pussy but I watched you all night. Your smile faded and you hid in a corner as your useless husband flirted with some other woman.”

You don’t say a word, even if your heart is racing. Closing your eyes you try to pretend you are asleep. His words replay in your mind while you struggle to not freak out.

“I set my eyes on you that night,” he tickles your skin with his fingertips. “I knew you’d be a natural submissive - a little lamb.” Walter hums. “You enchanted me with your innocent smile and soft laughter. You didn’t dress to impress but looked like a goddess to me. August calls it an obsession. I call it fate…”

“Come with me,” Walter wraps his arm around your shoulders and guides you out of the safety of his bedroom. “I told you I got a surprise for you.”

You nod and let him lead the way. What else can you do? His admission from last night is still swirling in your mind. How could you not see that Walter knew you from the beginning?

“You’ll love it, lamb,” he murmurs and nuzzles his face in your neck.

“What is she doing here?” August grunts. He watches you like a hawk and squares his jaw. “I asked you a question, brother. We agreed on letting her stay in the guest room or your bedroom. The rest of this place is taboo.”

“Shut up,” Walter snaps at his brother. “After last night she has every right to be here. She let you fuck her ass and blew you off. We made fifty thousand bucks because of her. Now get out of my way.”

“What? I—”

It’s a small win, but watching August step out of his brother’s way makes you smirk for a second. At least he didn’t lie about protecting you from his brother.

“You heard me, brother. I bore your one-nighters and bimbos for years. If you don’t leave my lamb alone, you will not like my answer.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t live together if you always fight,” you murmur. With your eyes cast down, you can’t see the brothers turn their heads toward you to look down at you.

“Would you look at this cocky little bee,” August roughly cups your face, making you whimper as he forces you to look up at him. “What did you just say?”

“Fighting and arguing isn’t good for your well-being and blood pressure,” you recite one of the articles you read. “You are brothers and shouldn’t be mad at each other all the time.”

“Aw, she’s already worried about me,” Walter kisses your temple. “I knew she’d love me, brother. My sweet little lamb.”

August grunts. “She has a name. Maybe you should use it once in a while.” You glance at August, wondering if he’s as bad as you thought. He’s not wrong. You’d love hearing your name, not only a pet name.

“She likes it,” Walter bites back. “I can call her whatever I want. Maybe one day I’ll call her my wife!”

You suck in a breath.

“What?” August huffs. “You can’t be serious! Walter, you let me fuck her in front of dozens of guys jerking off while we destroyed her holes.”

“See, I share the most precious things with you, and you never appreciate it,” Walter possessively wraps his arm tighter around your shoulders. “Now, let me show Y/N my surprise.”

“Walter!” August calls after his brother. “This isn’t over!”

You follow Walter, stunned and speechless as he tells you how much you will love his surprise…

Part 6

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[in1-nutshell]

Dear PRIMUS LET ME JUST TELL YOU I WAS SCREECHING WHEN I READ THE FIC ABOUT MEGATRONS DAUGHTER WITH OPS DAUGHTER TOGETHER AS WELL AS THE NEW ULTRA MAGNUS DAUGHTER!!!!!! So I know it’s too hard to fit all the daughter buddies into one single universe but may I ask for just Ratchet’s daughter and Ultra Magnus’s daughter in the same universe just like Optimus’s daughter with Megatron’s daughter? Like Ratchet’s daughter just be babysitting Magnus’s daughter as she wreckers all around, being a stubborn patient, and stepping on tools. And Ratchet’s daughter just wanted to cry and pray to Primus.

Bonus if they both are on a mission and Magnus’s daughter just keep jumping into danger and freaking Ratchet’s daughter out.

Magnus’s daughter: “Tis but a scratch”

Ratchet’s daughter: “A SCRATCH?? HONEY YOUR ARM HAS FELL OFF!!!!”

YEEEEE! More crossovers! More official names for the Buddy's when they crossover universe or in 'what if' scenarios!

Hope you enjoy!

Ratchet's daughter and Ultra Magnus's daughter if they lived in the same universe

SFW, Platonic, slight Angst, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Set more aligned with Ultra Magnus universe.

Ratchet’s Buddy is Lithia.

Magnus Buddy is Rapidfire.

Lithia met Rapidfire during one of Ratchet and Optimus’s visits to Ultra Magnus’s office.

She doesn’t remember now why they needed to be there, but she does remember Magnus was trying to find his sparkling who was hiding in his office again.

Magnus is talking to Prime and Ratchet when Lithia notices a little pede sticking out of a box.

Lithia quietly walks over and gets on her knee.

She hears light giggles and smiles.

She slowly lifts up the box to find a small sparkling looking at her curiously.

“Hello there.”--Lithia

Lithia picks the sparkling up.

The sparkling looks at her for a bit before laughing and patting her helm.

The other bots turn to see Lithia holding the lost sparkling.

“Ultra Magnus sir, I think I found Rapidfire.”--Lithia

Magnus sighs in relief and goes to pick up his sparkling.

“No!”--Rapidfire

Rapidfire latches on to Lithia’s neck.

Lithia gives a nervous laugh as the sparkling just glares at her father refusing to go.

“Well, I think we found you a babysitter Ultra Magnus.”--Ratchet

“Really!? Can I?”--Lithia

Magnus looks at Lithia and Rapidfire’s puppy dog eyes.

“…If things go well this time, then we will consider.”--Magnus

Lithia smiles brightly as Rapidfire laughs loudly.

A few hours later…

“Do you think it was a good idea to leave them both alone?”--Magnus

“Do not worry old friend. Lithia is a great caretaker and does well with sparkling.”--Optimus

“Hmmm…”--Magnus

“She’s my sparkling, Rapidfire is in good servos.”--Ratchet

“We’ll see.”--Magnus

The three mechs enter the room.

Lithia is rocking a sleeping Rapidfire.

The room is intact in fact it’s a bit cleaner than before.

Lithia turns and smiles at the mechs, gently passing the sleeping sparkling into Magnus’s servos.

Ratchet gives Magnus a satisfied ‘I-told-you-so’.

Magnus nods at Lithia.

Lithia yawns a bit rubbing her optics a bit.

Optimus picks her up and places her on his back.

“Optimus—”--Ratchet

“It’s fine old friend. She’s tired and needs her rest.”--Optimus

After that, Lithia quickly became one of Magnus’s top go to babysitters. Mainly because Rapidfire was just as picky as her father was with bots coming near her.

It also helped that she was a soon-to-be-nurse. Rapidfire did have a habit of getting into trouble and getting random injuries.

Lithia mending a mech wound.

“What happened this time Fire?”--Lithia

Rapidfire just swishing her pedes back and forth.

“I fell.”--Rapidfire

Lithia raises an optic.

“You just fell?”--Lithia

Rapidfire nods.

“Can I ask why you fell?”--Lithia

“I tripped on a blaster.”--Rapidfire

Lithia stops for a second.

“Why did you trip on a blaster?”--Lithia

“Because I was running away from the crime scene, duh.”--Rapidfire

“… We need to talk about that another time okay.”--Lithia

Ratchet didn’t mind that Lithia spent time with Rapidfire.

Especially as the war broke out.

Protecting the youngest was a top priority.

That didn’t mean that he didn’t worry about her.

He was still her father after all.

Lithia was packing her medical supplies into her crate.

Ratchet is standing by the door with Ultra Magnus.

“Thank you again Ratchet. I guarantee Lithia will be stationed in one of the safer parts of the base with Rapidfire. She has been asking for her for the past solar cycle and this is the only way I could think of without endangering them too much.”--Magnus

Ratchet quickly looks over at Lithia who was finishing up her crate.

“It’s fine Magnus. We need all the servos we can to keep an optic out for the young ones. And now as an official nurse, she can help your Wreckers.”--Ratchet

“Done!”--Lithia

Lithia walks over to the two.

She puts the crate down and hugs her father tightly.

“Thank you… Love you.”--Lithia

Ratchet just pats her back.

“You’ll be back soon. Now remember—”--Ratchet

“Keep an optic on Lithia, remember my training, and go for the nerves if anyone gives me a hard time.”--Lithia

“That’s my sparkling.”--Ratchet

Lithia gives one last squeeze before picking up her crate and following Ultra Magnus to the ship.

Ratchet watches the ship fly into the horizon with a sad smile on his face.

Now that Lithia was stationed in the Wrecker outpost, Rapidfire rarely left her side.

That being said, there were sometimes where Lithia had to take a step back and vent seeing her tools get crushed or the lack of common sense in the Wrecker unit slowly going to Rapidfire helm.

Being the Wrecker’s only and favorite nurse had its perks all right.

Lithia already knew a good portion of the Wreckers before the war and some that eventually left the team. Lithia and Rapidfire made great friends with the Wreckers they stayed with while Magnus was away.

Especially when Rapidfire got attached to Wheeljack.

Lithia walking back into the med bay with the last supplies of copper wiring stops in the front door after hearing giggling.

Lithia peaks in.

Wheeljack is throwing Rapidfire in the arm with his only good servo.

Lithia clears her throat making both freeze.

“Wheeljack, when I said light physical therapy, this isn’t what I meant.”--Lithia

“But its working for me, watch!”--Wheeljack

Wheeljack throws Rapidfire up in the air again but slightly winces when she comes back down giggling.

“Is it working for you?”--Lithia

“… You win this round Lithia.”--Wheeljack

Lithia smiles at the Wrecker and gets her tools ready to fix him again.

The day he left it broke both of their sparks.

Lithia was quicker to accept that fact that he had left.

She had seen plenty of bots disappear or up and abandon the war because they couldn’t take it. She couldn’t blame them either.

But Rapidfire refused to move on.

One night she woke Lithia up explaining that they were going to go and rescue Wheeljack.

Lithia tried to talk her out of it, but clearly Wheeljack’s stubbornness was sticking to her.

Lithia was a bit nervous leaving the safety of the base while heading to the docks.

She wasn’t going to let Rapidfire go by herself, she was in charge of her after all.

Lithia made sure to pack the necessary equipment as Rapidfire went inside the ship.

While she was putting the equipment in one of the ships’ closets a bomb sound shook the entire ship.

Lithia had gotten locked inside the closet.

She was absolutely terrified for the other sparkling yelling and screaming trying to figure out where she was.

A heavy box fell on her helm and knocked her out.

Rapidfire heard the first scream before she got trapped in a heavy box thanks to the ships shaking.

She tried banging the box hearing the distress sounds of her friend.

For the first time ever she felt the hot, white flash of fear when the screams suddenly stopped.

She froze refusing to move another inch.

Refusing to move or speak until there was some sign of familiarity.

A couple of minutes she heard sobbing.

Rapidfire starts to bang the box again.

“HEY! SOMEONE LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!”--Rapidfire

The lid gets ripped open.

The teary optics of her father stared down at her.

“Father—”--Rapidfire

Magnus hugs Rapidfire tightly and sobs.

Rapidfire freezes before trying to calm her father down a bit.

“Primus! Lithia! Dad she was on the ship! Where is she!?”-Rapidfire

Magnus moves out of the way a bit to show Lithia laying down on one of the medical berths on the ship.

“LITHIA!”--Rapidfire

Rapidfire scrambles to her side.

“She’s just unconscious. One of the crates must have hit her on the helm when the explosion…”--Magnus

“What happened…?”--Rapidfire

Magnus had a lot of explaining to do once Lithia woke up.

Both were rightfully distraught hearing the news.

More Lithia.

All she was thinking was about her father.

The entire base had been blown sky high and there was no way of communicating with anyone. For what anyone else knew, there were no survivors from the bomb.

Magnus and Rapidfire tried their best to help Lithia through it, something that Lithia appreciated very much.

The next years in space further strengthen the bonds between the three of them.

Lithia was there with Rapidfire to help her explain the sudden growth spurts she was experiencing.

Rapidfire was there for lithia when she got sad thinking about her father.

Magnus stepped up and became a second father to Lithia.

Time skip to earth…

Lithia was still on board the ship when they touched down on Earth.

She had been reorganizing the weapons and medical supplies again, a habit she picked up during the years amongst the stars.

Magnus, Rapidfire, Arcee and Jack enter the ship.

“Hey Rapidfire, you mentioned about a medic on the ship, who is it?”--Jack

Rapidfire looks down at Jack.

“She. She’s one of the best medics we know, well besides Ratchet of course. But close second.”--Rapidfire

Arcee huffs at this.

“Who would—”--Arcee

Lithia has her back at the group picking up the crate.

Arcee’s optics go wide.

“Rapidfire who are you talking—”--Lithia

Lithia stops and sees Arcee.

“Arcee?”--Lithia

“Primus… Lithia is that you?”--Arcee

Lithia puts the crate down and hugs her.

“Oh Arcee, it’s been too long!”--Lithia

Arcee just hugs back.

“Primus kid…”--Arcee

“Umm… hi?”--Jack

Lithia looks down at Jack and kneels.

“Hello. I’m Lithia. Do you have a name?”--Lithia

“Jack, my name is Jack.”--Jack

Lithia pats his head gently.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jack.”--Lithia

“When we get in contact with the base, we need to tell everyone about this.”--Arcee

Rapidfire makes a ‘shush’ motion.

She places a servo on Lithia’s shoulder.

“Actually, we’re going to make Lithia’s entrance a secret.”--Rapidfire

Lithia looks at her.

“Why?”--Lithia

“Have I ever steered you wrong?”--Rapidfire

“Do you want the list?”--Lithia

“…You win this one, but please! Just trust me!”--Rapidfire

Lithia sighs but agrees.

Jack turns to Arcee.

“We can not let Miko and Rapidfire in the same room.”--Jack

“Agreed.”--Arcee

Finally, the reunion.

Rapidfire made it sure that Lithia stood behind her and away from anyone’s prying optics.

She even got Magnus to get in on it.

She believes it was to make the reunion even sweeter, she had a feeling that Magnus believed that he caused Ratchet enough suffering for taking away his kid.

Lithia was nervous as the pleasantries were passed between Magnus and Rapidfire.

She had to turn her audials off for a moment so as not to spoil the surprise.

Rapidfire gave the signal.

It was time.

“Hey Ratchet, there’s one more surprise.”--Rapidfire

Rapidfire winks at Arcee and Jack.

“Okay? What is it?”--Ratchet

“More like who is it. TADA!”--Rapidfire

Rapidfire sidesteps fully exposing Lithia to the group.

They freeze.

Lithia recognized several bots from her days back at the main base, before going to the Wrecker’s base.

She saw Optimus’s wide optics.

Finally, she looks over to her father.

He looked like he had seen a ghost.

“Hey Ratchet, Prime… it’s been a while.”--Lithia

Optimus is the first to move and side hugs Lithia.

She knows too well she is getting a full hug later in private.

“Welcome back Lithia.”--Optimus

“Its good to be back Optimus.”--Lithia

She looks back at Ratchet who still hasn’t moved from his spot.

“Ratchet?”--Lithia

THUD!

“RATCHET!”--Lithia

Lithia sprints over to Ratchet.

“OH PRIMUS WHAT HAPPENED?! WHAT—”--Lithia

Ratchet groans and looks at Lithia’s scared face.

“Lithia?”--Ratchet

He pulls Lithia into an armor denting hug.

Lithia just sobs into his chassis returning the hug.

“You’re here… you’re here…”--Ratchet

Lithia just nods furiously.

Miko turns to Bulkhead.

“Context please?”--Miko

“Lithia’s Ratchet’s kid.”--Bulkhead

“RATCHET HAS A KID?! WOW! Just wait till Wheeljack hears about this.”--Miko

Rapidfire and Lithia turn their helms towards Miko.

“HE’S ALIVE?!”—Lithia and Rapidfire