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jazzthatonewriterchick · 4 months ago

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Your Screams Are Like Music (Incubi!SatoSugu x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Geto Suguru x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which Reader accidentally summons two demons when she gets drunk one Hallow’s Eve night in her village. But not just any demons: incubi. And in order to be satisfied, they need her or else they’ll haunt her forever…but that may not be such a bad thing.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Incubi!SatoSugu; Sex Magic; Summoning; Drunk!Listener; Dubcon; Dom!SatoSugu x sub!Reader; Edge Play; Degradation; Choking; Cum Play; Daddy Kink; Spanking; Unprotected DP; Oral + Analingus; Fingering; Double Deepthroat; Marking; Bruising; Breeding Kink; Creampie + Throatpie; Facials

Writer’s Note: I’ve had this idea for a looooong ass time & figured there’d be no time to write it like now for spooky szn! Just as a note: This takes place in a medieval time period (think 17th century). I thought this would be fun to write since I’ve NEVER done a fantasy-based time period fic. I hope y’all enjoy it! -Jazz 💋💋

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“Shot for the road, anyone?!” you holler at your friends, both old and new…new as in those who you just met an hour ago and have gotten drunk and danced all night with.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink, girl,” Nobara says, snatching your jug of addictive red berry wine from you. “You can’t even stand up!” You stick your tongue at her and try to prove her wrong by standing up from the barstool, but you nearly trip over your own two feet in your boots and have to grip the bar for balance.

Nobara cracks a smile, snickering to herself as she sips her third beer of the night. The girl can drink anyone under the damn table. “Lightweights,” she chuckles.

You gape at her, offended. “Hey, you’re the one who was pushin’ shots at me just an hour ago!” you scoff, referring to the shots of Bourbon infused with the taste of fall baked goods, including pumpkin pie, caramel, and apple strudel. You may have overdone it by slugging down some berry wine too, but damn, can’t you live? This is a celebration! And a bar with drinks half off, no less.

You turn towards your other longtime besties that you’ve been celebrating all night with. “Yuji, Megumi, tell her to stop bullying me!” You shout, pouting your glossy lips at them.

Megumi’s emo, I’m-too-good-for-this ass sits next to you, nursing the same Jack Daniel’s he’s been sipping on since he got here. “I’ve got nothing to do with this,” he grumbles. “I’m just waiting for this idiot to pass out so I can carry him home.”

He juts a chin at the tall, muscular, pink-haired guy currently dancing around on the floor with the rest of the crowd, skirts spinning, boots stomping, and bodies twirling to the live band playing outside. “Y/N, come dance!” Yuji shouts, waving you towards him. “Maki needs a dance partner!”

One of the Zenin sisters is twirling for her life in the crowd that has made space for her, cheering her on. Maki, the oldest, sternest, and whom Nobara calls ‘Ms. Four-eyes’, is literally letting her hair down tonight. Her long, dark green locks spin around her as she dances, drunk and giggly.

“Oh, shit!” you giggle, immediately moving to join her. It’s not every day you see such an uptight person let loose for the night.

But Nobara stops you, grabbing the skirts to your pretty, ruffled dress. “Nu-uh,” she says. “You need to get your ass home and in your bed before you pass out too.” You turn to her, fixing your dress. It’s the kind that falls off the shoulders and exposes just a bit of cleavage, giving you a very sexy but classy look.

You picked it out just for this occasion. “But it’s only midnight!” you whine like a child. “And it’s Hallow’s Eve. I haven’t even been out here long!”

That’s a lie and Nobara knows it because she, Megumi, and Yuji have been with you since the Hallow’s Eve Festival began at 6 PM sharp…but everyone in your village knows that festivals don’t start until nightfall. That is when the drinks start flowing and the real entertainment begins.

Hallow’s Eve aka Halloween is a big holiday in your small village. Hallow’s Eve is considered the peak of autumn and a time of fun in your village…but it is also a time of caution. Traditionally, all of the villagers gather together in the town square to set up vendors, have costume contests with cash prizes, and drink alcohol at cheap prices. It is your way of building community and celebrating the holiday.

But behind all of that fun is something less bright and cheery. Home-cooked goods from bakery and tavern vendors are set up beside statues and burial sites as offerings. Candles are lit. Garlic is set outside windows and on door knockers. The festival is shut down after midnight and everyone is home before dawn.

Your village is very superstitious. Almost everyone here believes in ghosts, ghouls, evil spirits, or one of the three. Hallow’s Eve is considered a night where all spirits and creatures, good and bad, are at their most powerful and rise from the depths of Hell to wreak havoc on those who do not heed warnings.

But you don’t believe in that bullshit. You never have. When you come home at night, never have you been snatched up by a ghost or spooked by a demon. You work at your favorite herb shop making good money, you date, you pay your bills, and you mind your grown-ass business. You don’t indulge in any kind of superstitions that your fellow villagers do.

Besides, da fuck you look like cutting your Hallow’s Eve night short all because of some supernatural BS when you should be drinking, flirting, and forgetting about your ex?

“You’ve been out here since 6 PM, you drunk!” Nobara argues. “And I won’t be dragging your ass home like I did last time at the summer solstice fest!” Megumi doesn’t wait to interject and check on his friend. “Actually, that was me who dragged her home,” he sassily says. “You just carried her purse.”

Nobara scoffs, rolling her one eye since the other is behind an eyepatch. “Oh, same thing! I still helped!” Megumi runs a hand through his spiked, black hair and tries to argue, but a jug of ale slamming onto the bar stops him.

Mai, the youngest Zenin sister and the flirtiest of the two of them takes a seat at the bar beside Megumi. “Leave the girl alone, Nobara,” she scoffs. “Besides, she still has to look for some fun to take home tonight…unless she already has.” She turns to you with a smile playing on her red lips. “Give me the deets, girl! You scoop up a hot guy with your fine ass yet?”

“Why, thank you,” you giggle, twirling your hair. “And no, definitely not in his tiny ass town. I swear, I’ve either fucked or dated half of the men here!”

Nobara rolls her eye while Mai laughs into her drink. “She’s exaggerating. But I agree, hon; you won’t be finding your next prospect here in his shitty little village.”

Mai titters, winking at you girls. “That’s why I travel.”

You don’t want to tell them that you won’t travel just for a quick fuck. You don’t want to tell them that every single one of your prospects in your little village has been lackluster or below average leading to your sex life being nonexistent at this point.

Luckily, Maki comes stumbling over and tosses her arms around Mai and Megumi. “Heeey, you guys,” she hiccups. “What are we talkin’ about?”

“Why Y/N hasn’t found a hot guy to replace her garbage ex yet,” Mai replies. “Honey, that man wasn’t anything short of trash!” The buzz from the alcohol suddenly dissipates a bit, leaving you feeling tired. “Tell me about it,” you grumble.

Megumi and Nobara instantly glare at the youngest Zenin sister. “Read the room, Mai,” Nobara whispers. Mai gasps, covering her mouth with a dainty hand. “Oops! My bad, darling.”

You crack a smile despite your stomach flipping at the mention of your ex-boyfriend who dumped your ass almost a year ago for a new prospect in the next town over. As a traveling writer looking for his new big break, your ex often told you stories of women who flirted with him…but you didn’t expect it to work one day.

After two years of dating, he came to you, admitted that he wasn’t happy, and a week later, you found him on the front page of the newspaper with a famous singer’s daughter. You were devastated, to say the least. Even more so when you realized just how toxic, immature, and horrible of a lover your ex really was.

After that, you bounced from guy to guy, dating some, fucking some, ghosting some or some ghosting you. It was a hit or miss, really, but you’re tired of hitting or missing. If you didn’t get something that would knock your socks off, you didn’t want it. Life is too short for mediocre romance and sex.

“It’s cool,” you reply to Mai, passively waving your hand. “Plus, I’ve done the dating and hookup thing. It’s all getting old for me. I want someone who’s really gonna satisfy me, y’know? Someone exciting. Someone who will make every boring man in this town look subpar.”

Nobara snorts, tossing an arm around you and squeezing you close to her blouse. “I don’t know about that one, but if you want romance, you’ve always got Todo.” She nods at the hulking, fine-ass man with biceps the size of watermelons currently in the middle of an arm wrestling contest.

You scoff as the Zenin sisters laugh. Even Megumi cracks a smile. “What?! Girl, you know good and damn well that I am not his type! He likes skinny, white girls.”

You down the rest of your wine before slipping out of Nobara’s hold and grabbing your cloak. “Aaaand on that note, I’m headin’ home. Thanks for tonight, y’all! I’ll see y’all in the afterlife.”

Yuji swoops in on you from the dance floor and wraps you up in a big, sweaty hug. “Be careful out there, Y/N!” he yells in your ear over the music. “Ya never know what’s out there.”

Your friends bid you farewell before you leave the cramped tavern and travel through the throng of vendors, entertainers, and guests meandering among the closed-off streets coated in orange streamers, carved pumpkins, and colorful leaves from the trees. The air is crisp and fresh with autumn and the night is dark, only lit by some gas lamps lining the streets.

“Hon, you don’t have to follow me,” you say, not even turning around. “I literally live right up the road.” You can sense Nobara behind you despite her quiet footfall in her ankle boots. You opted for the sexy, heeled knee highs to pick somebody up, but that plan fell through.

“No, it’s not that,” she argues, catching up with you to stand by your side. “I wanted us to chat! Real talk, Y/N, and be honest: do you really not wanna date anymore after your ex?”

You keep your eyes trained on the trail as the festival gives way to quiet businesses closed for the night. “It’s not that,” you sigh. “But he’s part of it. I don’t wanna waste my time and get hurt like that again.” You cross your arms under your cloak where your leather clutch is, hugging yourself.

“Then what about just sticking to sex?” Nobara asks. “When’s the last time you hooked up with a guy?” You heavily sigh, depressed by the thought. You gave up on all of this a month ago and haven’t been with any guy since. “A month ago and that was all I needed to see that hookup culture ain’t for me anymore. He was awful, girl! He didn’t even try to get me off and had the nerve to use my shower without asking when he was done bending me over.”

Nobara giggles despite your sob story. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want good sex. I want great sex! I want someone to take me on a bed and do me in a way that’ll make me see God.”

And God, do you. Though you manage to get yourself off fine, your fingers and erotic books can only do so much for a girl. Humans need sex, right? It’s essential to survival and lately, you feel like you’ve been failing miserably without it…especially sex with a partner who is interested in pleasure YOU, not just themselves.

“Well, that’s a testimony if I ain’t heard one before,” Nobara laughs, her footfalls falling in line with yours on the cobblestone. You nod, looking up at the clear, starry sky above. “I guess I’m just….waiting. I’m tired of searching and getting disappointed.”

Nobara stops suddenly and so do you, turning to her. She places a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezes.“Well, just know that you deserve better than anyone I know.” You smile at your friend and press a kiss on her cheek. “I’ll take that with me on the way home.” You turn, walking away with a click of your boots. “And don’t follow me! I’m a big girl!”

Nobara listens and watches you trot away down the path to your home. But just as you’re about to turn the corner to go through the woods, she stops you. “Y/N!” she calls. You turn, looking at her expectantly. Her lips press into a thin line. “Just…be careful, okay?”

You scoff, cocking your head at her. “Oh, not you too! Is Yuji’s superstitious ass rubbing off on you?” You laugh, but Nobara doesn’t. “Look, I’m just sayin’! It’s Hallow’s Eve and you know people can get crazy…plus, you never know what’s lurking out there.”

She looks into the woods, her expression uncertain and…scared. You’ve never seen her look like that before. But then again, living in a village where people believe in the supernatural will condition you. You strut towards your friend and hug her close to your body. “Kusaki, I’m fine. I’m just up the road and I promise I’ll go around the deep, dark, scary woods. Now go back and scoop Yuji up.”

You release her and give her a wink before strutting off down the path, your boots clicking across the cobblestone. “Hey,” she calls after you. “If you happen to see a hot piece of ass on the way home, take him back with you.”

You turn around and blow her a kiss. “Will do,” you laugh. “I’ll make sure to send him to you when I’m done!” She laughs and waves to you as you depart, heading home.

You feel bad for lying to your friend, but the last thing you need is a lecture or to be afraid of a trail you’ve taken thousands of times. The trail cutting the woods is easier than going around it, so you find yourself doing just that, humming a tune as you do. You don’t pay attention to how the forest looks like something out of a horror film, like how the leafless branches on the trees look like skeletal fingers stretching towards the sky or how the stars are now behind ominous clouds that hang above you like—

Crunch.

You skid to a stop, looking behind you. All that moves are the branches in the autumn breeze. Could that have been you? Maybe you stepped on a branch you didn’t see. Though a bit frazzled, you continue on your way until you hear distant voices. As you get closer, the trees give way to a clearing where five kids decked out in Halloween costumes stand. “Fuck,” you sigh. Just what you need tonight. And it’s just a coincidence that this is happening on your trail home.

You conceal yourself behind a nearby tree, peeking through the leaves. Four are standing in a circle while the other stands in the middle of some kind of drawing in the grass. You can’t make out what it is, but you know that it’s suspicious. Any kid outside past midnight is up to no good.

“No, no, Billy!” one of the kids dressed as a vampire yells. “You’re supposed to pour the pig’s blood before you say the words!” Billy, the big kid in the middle wearing a devil costume, turns towards the vampire, holding a bucket. “Shut up! I know what the fuck I’m doin’!”

You come out from behind the tree and walk towards them as they bicker. “Hey,” you say, putting some bass in your voice. “What are y’all doing?” Each boy looks toward you, shocked to see you there. Billy scoffs, smirking at you with a face full of freckles. ”None of your business, grandma.” The vampire and poorly-made werewolf snicker at their friend. Billy must be the leader.

“Grandma?” You scoff, putting a hand on your hip. “What are you, eight? Obviously, since you’re still wearin’ costumes at your big age.” Now all four of the boys, including a cowboy and a bedsheet ghost, laugh. Billy turns as red as his cape. “Shut up!” He snaps. “I said get lost or you’ll be sorry.” He glowers at you, tossing the bucket aside.

You aren’t at all fazed. “Bitch, I live over here. This is how I get home and I’m not about to let some knuckleheads terrorize my neighborhood with…” You motion a hand over them. “Whatever this is.”

“It’s just a game,” the ghost says. “That’s all we’re doing.” You raise a brow at him. “What kind of game? One that calls for pig’s blood and some type of speech?” The boys grow quiet, especially when Billy slips a pocket knife out of his cape. “I said. Get lost, lady. Now. Or I’ll gut you like a—“

“No, you get lost,” you growl, trying to sound and look as menacing as possible. “And take your little friends with you. My mother is a witch and I know some ‘speeches’ myself that can make your eyes bleed and your skin peel.”

Billy scoffs and defiantly rolls his eyes, but when you begin to chant something in a nonsense language, he just about shits himself. “Shit, man, run!” The cowboy yells as he and the others take off. Billy stares at you wide-eyed before finally running off, leaving the bucket.

Once they’re gone, you stop chanting and laugh. “Idiots,” you chuckle. Now alone, you check out the scenery for yourself and walk towards the drawing. It is big, crude, and written in red liquid with multiple lines, each one connecting into a big star you stand in the middle of.

You scoff when you realize what it is: “Seriously? A pentagram?! Those little shits were tryna summon a demon!” You then giggle drunkenly. “Maybe I should conduct a ritual myself, see if I can summon some good dick. That’s a damn shame: me summoning a whole demonic being just to get laid.”

You’re aware that you’re talking to yourself out in the woods like a crazy person, but you’re so drunk that you can’t stop. “It’s just so hard to find someone exceptional,” you groan. “Damn men. Damn my ex. Damn this small village. Damn this shitty dating pool! All I’m asking for is a great romance if not great sex. How much longer can I date myself?”

You turn to the overcast night sky and spread your arms wide, lamenting to the Gods above. “I’d give anything to have someone put me through the mattress! I’d fuck a ghoul, a goblin, hell, even a fucking demon! Anyone—just please FUCK ME!”

Your voice echoes across the clearing before fading away, replaced by a lone owl hooting. You truly are alone.

Crunch.

Or are you? You abruptly turn around and stare into the dark, lush forest, peering through the trees. “Hello?” You call. Nothing responds. “Listen, if you caught any of that, just know that I’m drunk and I didn’t really mean it, so…please don’t follow me. I really do know some spells.”

They’re really only spells to make your herbs grow at work that your mother, an herbal witch, taught you, but ‘they’ don’t know that. Still, you get nothing but the wind. “You’re losin’ it, girl,” you whisper to yourself. “You’ve gotta lay off the wine.” Quickly, you tighten your cloak around yourself and hurry down the trail, your footsteps brisk and fast.

When you finally get home to your cozy little cottage, you lock the door and kick off your shoes, finally freeing your tired feet. Cinnabon, your pet cat, greets you with a meow and you return the favor with some scratches and treats for her. You don’t even remember going upstairs to your bedroom. All you remember is darkness.

You never usually wake up in the middle of the night. You’re usually out like a light. But this particular time on this particular night you do…and you don’t like it. When you awaken, you’re still in your clothes from the festival with a splitting headache and in total darkness. Only the silvery moon shines through your bedroom window.

You don’t know what makes you wake up or why you feel so on edge, but you do. The fine hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your heart won’t slow down. It’s as if something is lurking within the darkness of your bedroom and you’re just waiting for it to reveal itself.

Then you hear it: running water. Like something—or someone—is in here with you. “H-Hello?” You stammer, staring at your bedroom door. “Cinnabon, is that you?”

Then you hear something else: a very soft moan. You gasp and quickly turn around, finding a lump under your duvet. It shifts and finally moves, taking the warm cover off of it. Beneath it lies a very beautiful and very unfamiliar man. Shirtless. With nothing on him but briefs.

When he sits up out of his slumber, you realize how tall he is—he is at least a head taller even though he’s sitting down. He’s also big. Big pecs where two silver balls glitter on his nipples, big arms where one is inked in dark tattoos; big hands, big arms sinewy with veins…probably even bigger below. Your eyes trail down to his muscular thighs and washboard stomach before trailing up to his handsome face, snow-white hair, and ice-blue eyes that are framed by long, white lashes. He is gorgeous. Truly a beautiful man…a beautiful man who is also a stranger in your bed with two big horns jutting out of his head and a pointed tail that curls around your thighs. “Cinna-who?” he groggily asks.

A scream bubbles up in your chest, but you can’t release it. It’s like your brain won’t let you. All you can do is freeze and stare in horror at the stranger, trying to piece together the past events. Did you meet him at the festival and forget? Did you take him home? Did you—

The water shuts off and the sound of creaking footsteps makes its way to the bedroom door. Creeeeeak. The door opens, revealing a very big, horned, shadowy figure standing in the doorway. When he enters, you don’t know whether to be afraid or aroused. He is just as attractive as the white-haired stranger in your bed with long, black hair tied into a bun and violet eyes that gaze into yours across the room.

He is big and misdialed too—big pecs the size of watermelons; big arms and biceps inked with tattoos and pierced nipples; thick, tree-trunk thighs that lead up to toned, mouth-watering abs dripping in water; big feet and hands that grip one of your bath towels around his slim waist. He, too, also has giant horns jutting out of his scalp and a pointed tail that sways between his legs.

“Sorry,” he sighs, his lip ring glittering as he gives you an apologetic smile, “but I think I used up all of that shea butter soap in your shower. Is that what makes you smell so good?”

Finally, the scream inside of you escapes you. You jump off of the bed in horror and snatch the bat that you keep by your bed. Both men react in total confusion and alarm as you cower in the corner, holding the bat out for protection. “Stay away,” you warn. “D-Don’t come near me!”

The long-haired stranger puts his hands up in defense. “Alright, alright, let’s just calm down, sweetness.” Neither one of them moves, probably afraid of scaring you even more. “Don’t call me that!” You demand, pointing the bat at him while glaring at the sexy ass blue-eyed man kneeling on your bed. “And don’t tell me to calm down! Who are you?! How’d you two get in here?!”

Both men look at each other questionably. “Don’t you remember, baby?” The blue-eyed stranger asks, albeit flirtatiously. “You called for us. You specifically said you’d let even a demon fuck you.” His soft-looking lips curl into a seductive, teasing smile that fills your stomach with warm, fuzzy tingles that you ignore.

Your brain, still slightly fogged from your slumber, tracks back to when you were in the forest. You damn near facepalm yourself. You did say that…very loudly. And someone clearly heard you because now they’re both standing in your bedroom. “And here we are,” the blue-eyed hottie chuckles. “Lucky for you, we like our humans desperate and needy. Ain’t that right, Sugu?”

The fine-ass long-haired specimen standing in your towel that is dangerously low on his narrow hips slowly nods his head. He doesn’t speak, but his eyes, so molten hot and lustful, say everything. “Oh, by the way, I’m Satoru,” the white-haired hottie says, flashing you an award-winning smile. “Last name Gojo. That’s Geto Suguru, just in case you like to scream names during sex. Pet names work for us too though! I love being called ‘Daddy’ or—“

“Wait, wait,” you interrupt, putting a hand out to stop him. Your brain is trying to process this newfound information as quickly as possible. “Are you telling me that y’all two…are demons?”

The two slowly, silently nod, sizing you up with their intense gazes. But they grow confused when you begin to laugh, practically doubling over from it. “That’s funny,” you say in a fit of giggles. “C’mon, stop playin’ and just leave, okay? I know it’s Hallow’s Eve and all, but to break into a single girl’s home isn’t—“

Suddenly, you find yourself pinned against the wall and Suguru’s big, clawed hand wrapped around your neck. You don’t even have time to gasp because of how fast he is. Did he teleport? The scent of your shea butter soap and something spicy wafts off of him, flooding your nostrils. “Does this look funny to you, sweetness?” He whispers, his lips close to your ear.

You don’t speak, your mouth frozen in a frightened O. Slowly, Suguru takes the bat from you and sets it down. You let him. Satoru comes over too, smirking. “This isn’t fake either.” He takes your hand and places it on his horn which is smooth like granite. “We’re the real deal, little girl, so you’d better show us some respect since we’re here to please you.”

It’s like a record scratches as soon as he says it. You close your mouth and blink away your terrified tears. “P-Please me?” you ask, confused. “You’re not here to kill me or e-eat me?”

The two demons look at each other again and begin to laugh. Even their laughter is sexy. “Nah, we don’t get down like that, baby,” Suguru chuckles, gently releasing you. “Some bloodthirsty demons are, but not us.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Satoru hums, his eyes seductive. “We would rather eat you up in another way that will satisfy both of us.” You can’t deny the way your body reacts to his bold words. Your nipples grow embarrassingly tight under your dress. Your stomach flips with need. And your pussy? A damn flood.

“We’re incubi,” Suguru explains. “Sex demons. We feed off of humans’ sexual energy to survive and gain more power.” Your eyes widen, your stomach dropping. “Sex demons?!” You yelp, pushing yourself further into the wall. You press a hand to your head as if that will help. “Oh, God, I really fucked up. This has to be a dream or I’m unconscious.”

Satoru takes your hand off of your head and places his own bigger, calloused one on your face. Your cheeks blaze at the contact and the ocean blue of his eyes. “If this is a dream then it’s the sweetest one, dont’cha think?” He teasingly coos. “Havin’ two men all to yourself? I’d be so thankful if I were you.”

His smile drops as his thumb begins to caress your bottom lip. ”Are you not thankful to have us here, baby?” He asks, actually sounding saddened by the idea. Even Suguru looks disappointed, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. The sight is damn near erotic.

You feel bad about letting the incubi down, but this CANNOT happen to you. “Um, listen…Satoru? Suguru?” Gently, you take Satoru’s hand off of your cheek. “I appreciate the offer, but I didn’t really mean all of that. I was just drunk, plus I don’t feel comfortable doing this being that y’all are demons and all.”

Satoru raises an eyebrow at you and crosses his beefy arms over his best. “Are you discriminating against us?” he pointedly asks. Suguru rolls his eyes, nudging him in the side. “Ignore him. We can understand your hesitation, but we’re not gonna ask you for your soul if that’s what concerns you…however, you automatically created a contract with us the moment you summoned us.”

The mention of a “contract” scares you out of your wits. A contract does not belong in the context of a demon. “How?” you whisper, but you’re not sure if you want to know the answer.

A humored smirk slides onto Suguru’s lips and you think he even pulls his towel down farther to show off the snake tattoo slithering up his left hip bone. You’re embarrassed to think about how far it goes down. “You said you’d fuck a demon, babe. It’s as simple as that. Us incubi always go for desperate mortals who are unsatisfied with their sex lives and need to be laid down and filled up. You fit the fuckin’ bill.”

His violet eyes roll over your form, making you feel exposed. “And disagreeing isn’t an option unless you want us to haunt you for the rest of your days,” Satoru adds. “When you summon a demon, you have to successfully complete your end of the deal or else they stay latched to you.”

And that’s what you were afraid of. Curse you and your alcohol intake! “What’s my end?” you sigh, pinching your sinuses.

The two big, sexy demons towering over you smirk in your face. “You fuck us till we’re satisfied,” Satoru smirkingly answers. “And we do the same for you. You cum as many times as we want you to because we know your body needs it while we feed off of your orgasms until we get our fill. Then, and only then, will we leave.”

Suguru’s gaze grows soft, understanding of your reluctance. “No funny business. No taking your soul. None of that. We just want you to feel good tonight.” His voice is soft yet sexy, promising you endless pleasure. “So do we have a deal, little human?” The demons raise their brows expectantly, waiting for an answer.

You’re still unsure about fucking a sex demon…let alone two! You’ve never had a threesome before, but you’ve fantasized about them. Plus, the idea of being sandwiched between two men much bigger than you who are devoted to your pleasure doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Two soft lips. Four veiny, calloused hands. Two skillful tongues. Two big, fat, throbbing c—

“Okay,” you huff. “If I agree to fuck you both, you won’t show up here ever again?” Satoru shrugs, nodding. “Unless you summon us again, but yeah, essentially. We don’t show up where we’re not wanted, baby.” He gives you a lopsided smile, cocking his head to the side. It’s ridiculous how sexy it is. “We can give you exactly what you want and need. All you need to say is yes.”

You don’t want to be haunted forever, so what choice do you have? Plus, though you’d like to admit it, you need some dick ASAP. And you’ve got two right here that are ready and willing to give you some. “Fine,” you scoff defeatedly. “You’ve got a deal. but we need to go over some rules. I don’t fuck demons, let alone have threesomes, so this is new to me.”

Suguru looks pleased while Satoru cackles. ”Oooh, this will be fun!” Suguru shushes his partner before giving you a sweet smile. “What are your rules, sweetness?”

They stay completely silent as you count off each rule on your fingers: “Number one: we use a safeword. Number two: no biting or clawing unless I say so. Number three: I like spanking, hair-pulling, choking, and spitting, but you need to warn me first. And number four: I’d like to be fucked without a condom, but NO cumming inside me. I refuse to have a demon baby like Rosemary.”

Satoru looks bored but nods regardless. “Understood,” Suguru states, and you exhale, glad that this is starting off so easy for you. Maybe this won’t be as horrible as you thought…until Satoru gives you that wicked smirk. “Now get your ass on that bed,” he demands. His tone is so sultry and low that you can’t resist.

The demons part to let you through and you slowly climb onto the bed, one vertebrae at a time. The incubi look down at you, the silver moonlight illuminating their lustful eyes, delicious muscles, and silver balls glinting from their hard, suckable nipples. Their pecs are so huge that they’d make great pillows AND motorboat material. “There now,” Satoru coos. “Comfy?” Silently, you nod, adverting your gaze.

Satoru doesn’t like that. He grips your chin, forcing you to look at his illegally handsome face. “Good girl. Now come here; let’s give that mouth something else to do besides talk back.” He presses his lips to yours and though you initially tense, your body melts into his finally as you fall victim to the kiss.

Satoru’s kiss is the best you’ve ever experienced. His lips are soft and sweet as they move against yours, dancing with you. There is no fight for dominance because you instantly give him that the more his spell works on you. He begins to moan into your mouth like he can’t handle how perfect this kiss is. You begin to moan as well as his tongue licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You allow it and his skillful tongue slides against yours.

As you French kiss, you realize how different Satoru’s tongue feels against yours. You know he has a tongue piercing due to the metallic taste, but you feel something else. Something pointed.

Satoru has a forked tongue.

‘Oh, God,’ you think deliriously. You find out that Suguru has one too when he comes behind you and begins gently licking and kissing along your neck, giving you a feel of his soft lips combined with his lip ring. You can only imagine how these silver balls will feel on your pussy.

“We've never had one be so bratty,” Suguru whispers against your neck. He attaches his lips to one sweet spot there, gently nibbling and sucking on it, intending to leave a mark. Satoru hums in agreement, pulling away from the hot, salacious kiss.

You whimper from the loss. “That’ll make breaking you so much hotter,” he chuckles. “Now wasn’t that nice, baby? C’mon, you can say it. I know my kisses are good.”

You’re completely breathless and dazed. Your skin is hot and buzzing. Your nipples are stiff and your panties are just about soaked…all from a kiss! “She hasn’t had me yet,” Suguru gruffly replies behind you. He gently turns your face toward him and begins kissing you too. His lips are just as soft and taste like ripe, juicy berries. You moan and whimper into his mouth, his large hand cupping your cheek.

You feel the bed dip as Satoru sits down and begins kissing your neck, nuzzling your hair, teasingly moaning in your ear. “Hey,” he coos, “whose kiss is better, I wonder? Him or me?” Suguru growls against your lips, irked. He pulls away, a string of saliva hanging on your bottom lips. “Shut up, Satoru. This isn’t about inflating your ego. This is about making this pretty one feel good.”

Pretty. It’s been so long since you’ve been called such a thing that you shudder. The two demons continue to leave trails of fire on your skin as they kiss up your neck, shoulders, and jaw, until they too grow impatient. “Can we take this off, sweetness?” Sugu asks, tugging at your dress.

Though he is respectful, you can see the wildfire in his eyes imploring you to say yes. “Y-Yes,” you stutter, licking your parched lips. “Just be careful. I like this dress.”

The demons chuckle, but respect your request and gently begin to undress you. No ripping or tearing despite their long, pointed claws. When you’re finally naked except for your panties, the two demons look ravenously at you in the moonlight. “Just as I thought,” Suguru sighs, a pink blush on his cheeks. “You’re damn near perfection.”

The two immediately sandwich you between their big bodies, hands groping your soft skin. Fingers stroke your sides, stomach, back, and legs, leaving tingles and goosebumps along your body. You moan and gasp, indulging in their bodies as well with your wandering hands. You can hardly remember enjoying foreplay this much! Your pussy is practically sobbing now, wanting so much to be stroked the way the rest of your body is.

At some point, the two begin using their big hands to massage and grope your juicy breasts, using their thick fingers to pinch your hard nipples. Feeling their forked tongues and cold metal piercings against your sensitive peaks is a pleasure beyond words. It’s intense and explosive. You squeak in pleasure at the delicious sting, earning two tongue baths in response against your nipples. “That’s it, little lady,” Suguru murmurs. “Cry out for us. We’ve got you.”

Coaxing you to do so, Satoru slowly slides a hand down between your thighs and presses his long fingers against your wet pussy. You gasp at the zing of pleasure that shoots from your core up to your head and throughout your fingers and toes. All he has to do is pull the thin fabric to the side to sink his fingers in and—

Satoru takes a nibble of your ear, sucking on your earlobe, and one last squeeze of your breast. “Bend over, baby,” he orders, his blue eyes ablaze with mirth. “Get that prey ass in the air.” Under his and Suguru’s spell, you assume the position: face down, ass up, much to their enjoyment.

Spank!

You yelp in surprise at the burning sensation of a hand slapping your asscheek. You turn to look at a sheepish Satoru. “Sorry, baby, but I had to sneak a surprise one in.” You can’t be too mad at him when your pussy is so wet from the assault. “It’s okay,” you whisper. “Just ask next time.”

The demon smiles, gently running his hand down the cheek he smacked. “May I spank that pretty ass of yours then?” He asks, his tone teasing and sultry sweet. Jerkingly, you nod and the demon hums in satisfaction before raising his hand up again.

Spank!

Surprising both yourself and the demons, a loud moan escapes you at the sweet burn. Satoru laughs, jiggling your asscheeks and enjoying the recoil. “Oooh, there’s a moan!” he cackles. “You like that, naughty girl? You want another one?” You weakly stare up at him, your body aflame from the spanks.

Suguru, however, stops him. “Stop hogging her, Satoru. I want a piece of that too.” His big hand trails down your ass to give it a squeeze. Soon, both demons are massaging your ass which translates well with your already-wet pussy. “Let’s have a little competition then: whoever makes this cutie louder wins,” Satoru says, a teasing glint in his eye.

Suguru gives him a smile that mirrors the exact same glint in those blue eyes. He then raises his hand above your butt and then brings it down hard against your asscheek, making it jiggle. Satoru follows suit, bringing his palm down a little harder each time to one-up his partner.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

The same sharp sound of their palms hitting your soft globes of flesh fills the bedroom along with each gasp, moan, and whimper that escapes you.

You can’t believe you’re getting sobbing wet off of getting hit. Neither of them are even touching your pussy yet…until they do. Satoru decides to give your ass a break and experiment with your pussy instead. He gives it a light love tap over your soaked panties and both demons find enjoyment in the adorable yelp you let out….literally. If you could see them, you’d notice how hard they’ve become just from the sounds you make.

“Ooooh, you like getting spanked here too, baby?” Satoru chuckles. “So fuckin’ cute.” He does it again, humming pleasurably at the way your body jumps and your pussy twitches.

“Mmm, that’s enough, I think. Her pussy certainly thinks so.” The tension in the air has grown thick as the scent of your arousal wafts through the air, intoxicating the two horny demons.

Satoru does the honors of pulling your panties to the side, revealing your glistening, puffy, soft pussy to them. The demons practically groan at the sight. “You’re so pretty down here, baby,” Suguru murmurs. You feel two of his thick fingers caress your sensitive lips, causing you to moan at the soft touch. You’ve never been this sensitive. This needy. This desperate.

“Please,” you whimper. Satoru leans in to hear you better, his lips toying with your ear. “Please what, baby? We can’t give you what you want if you don’t ask for it.” His forked tongue slithers out to caress your earlobe, sending chills down your spine while Suguru toys with your pussy, gently rubbing your clit around and around.

You know you’re going to regret these words, but you’re too desperate to care. You rise up on your arms and look back at them, desperation all over your pretty face. “Please…taste me, Daddies.” Now you can see the two matching tents appearing underneath Satoru’s boxers and Suguru’s towel. The duo looks at each other before smirking deviously. “Oh…you want both?” Satoru chuckles. “Freaky. I like that. How do you feel about getting two forked tongues, hm?”

You don’t have time to agree or refuse…not that you would refuse. You need something to give you relief and the idea of having two tongues in your pussy is tempting, to say the least. You let the two flip you over onto your back and spread your thighs apart, their greedy eyes glittering at you in the darkness of your bedroom only illuminated by the moonlight cutting through your window.

Unfortunately for Suguru, Satoru takes up most of your cunt at first. He’s a greedy motherfucker, massaging your ass as he tongue fucks your pussy, filling you up and tasting you in a way unlike no man could ever do. You can’t explain it—the way the forked tips of his tongue tickle and stimulate each sweet spot inside of you; the way the sensitive bundles in your clit sing when his nose swipes against it; the way your body squirms and your thighs quiver under his hands as he spreads you open for him.

“Oh, fuck!” you whine. “Fuck!” Your voice echoes throughout the bedroom, mingling with the lewd, wet sounds of Satoru’s sloppy eating. His blue eyes pierce up at you through the V of your thighs, staring into your soul as he drinks your pleasure. “That’s it, baby, scream for me. You sound so, so pretty.” He pauses to give your pussy a long lick, his forked tongue sliding against your puffy lips. “I bet no man has tongue fucked you like this, have they?”

You weakly shake your head, your eyes rolling from the immense pleasure. Sweet Lords in Heaven and Hell, this man can eat pussy! You see stars and space behind your eyelids as Satoru slurps on your cunt, spitting on it before slurping it back up and resuming his eating.

Tired of watching him have his fun, Suguru shoves him out of the way and kneels between your thighs. “Greedy bitch,” he scoffs. “Move out the way. It’s my turn to taste that pussy.” The demon gives you a wink before he dives between your legs.

You were wrong about no man having eaten your pussy like Satoru. Suguru takes the cake with that. His lips are pillowy-soft and feel like satin against your sensitive pussy lips. Even his lip ring, as cold as it is, feels good on your needy clit as his forked tongue slides between your lips to explore your little hole. “Shit!” You moan, gripping the sheets for dear life. “Fuck yes, Suguru! You’re so good at this!”

The long-haired demon smirks up at you, his chin and mouth glistening in your juices. “Thank you, baby,” he coos, ignoring Satoru’s smoldering glare next to him. “Hey, no fair!” He whines. “Y/N didn’t say my name while I was down there!” He forces Suguru to move over. “C’mon, Sugu, scoot over. We need to share.”

Much to his dismay, Suguru shares your cunt and soon, you have two sets of skillful forked tongues and lips on your pussy, making you feel things you’ve never felt before. Claws dig into your skin, fangs nipple at your lips, and moans send vibrations throughout your pussy that you shake, quake, and ache. “Oh, my God, yes!” you wail. “Like that! Keep going!”

Your hands grip the demons’ hair and horns, causing their cocks to grow harder. The amount of wetness and sounds you’re giving them are fulfilling every ounce of power they need as well as increasing their arousal. “So vocal,” Satoru chuckles. “I love my girls extra slutty like that.” He pauses to press a kiss to your mound, making you twitch. “Speakin’ of slutty, does my baby need somethin’ else?”

Yes. God, yes, do you. “After we make her cum,” Suguru growls, tongue still licking away. “I want that orgasm first.” Together, the two of them work to bring you over the edge, their tongues flicking wildly against you and inside of you. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak. Your clit begins swelling and the knot in your core tightens until it threatens to snap.

Your back arches off of the bed as loud wails leave you. “OhmyGodI’mgonnacum!” you sob, speaking so fast that your words become one jumbled, messy sentence. Satoru lifts his gaze to stare at you, his blue eyes glowing. “What’s the magic word, baby?” He teases.

Suguru looks at you too, his violet eyes drawing you in further until your mind is mush. “Please!” You nearly scream to the heavens. “Please, Daddies, make me cum!”

That’s all the demons needed to hear. They work their jaws faster, their tongues slashing across your clit and against the underside of it inside you while pressing down on your pelvis. When your orgasm hits you, it hits you like a ton of bricks. You don’t make any noise as it washes over you, but when it finally settles into your body, you let out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard yourself make.

You’ve never felt something so intense before. It spreads throughout your fingers and toes, and courses through your veins and bones. Like you’re coming for Mariah Carey’s career, you sing high notes that are so loud that you’re sure the Devil below can hear it. The demons slurp up everything you give them…which is a lot. Your pussy gushes around their tongues and on their soft lips, more and more leaking out because of your grinding hips.

It is the best orgasm you’ve ever had…so far. When it finally fades and you’re soaring through the clouds, your hips lower and your soul re-enters your body again. Satoru and Suguru finally finish cleaning you up, they look 100% rejuvenated and replenished, licking your essence off of their lips.

Satoru sighs, stretching his arms over his head. “I feel better already,” he sighs, “but now I’ve got an even bigger problem.” Suguru concurs, staring down at the tent forming beneath his towel. Satoru fixes you with a lustful gaze, a playful smirk on his lips. “You wanna see what a real cock looks like, cutie?” He asks.

Slowly, you nod, panting from the intense orgasm.

With lust and mirth in their eyes, the demons slowly strip themselves in front of you. Suguru unwraps his towel while Satoru pulls down his briefs, showing off their lickable V-lines and happy trails. Then, finally, two big, fat, throbbing, rock-hard cocks pop out from their hiding spots and present themselves to you. Each pink head drips with pre-cum, begging to be licked and sucked, and two big veins cascade from the bases to the tips.

Though they are equally big, they have their differences too: Satoru is slightly longer than Suguru and has a hook while Suguru is much girthier and has heavier, mouth-watering balls. Either way, both will probably fuck your absolute brains out.

You don’t realize that you’re staring at them with your mouth open until they crack up at your reaction. “Awww, what a cute look!” Satoru laughs. “She can’t believe her eyes!” Suguru hooks two fingers underneath your chin, making you look up at him. “Think you can take both of us, sweetheart?” He asks, his tone sultry and soothing.

Something takes over you in that moment. A cock-hungry whore jumps into your bones and takes your place. She uses your body to get on her knees between the two demons, one cock in each of your hands. You watch as your hands begin to gently stroke their shafts from the tips down to the bases, up and down, up and down.

The soft, sexy sounds leaving the demons’ lips encourage you to keep going, their hands lacing in your ear. “Nice and easy, baby,” Satoru huskily whispers. “Get to know ‘em. There’s no rush.”

You find yourself falling in love with their cocks, especially once you get them in your mouth. You start with Suguru first, peppering his dick in kisses before taking him into your mouth and gently sucking on him like you would a lollipop. A big, thick lollipop. “Fuck,” he sighs, his head lolling back at the feeling. Your wet tongue. Your soft lips. The way your cheeks hollow and cushion him as he slides in and out of your tight little mouth.

After some time, you switch to Satoru and give him the same treatment. The demon watches you through hooded eyes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, as you bop up and down on his cock. “Good girl,” he moans, caressing your scalp. “Such a good girl for me.” You moan in response around his cock, stroking him in time with your sucking.

You begin to switch between the two every so often, stroking one while blowing the other, massaging one of the pair of heavy balls while you slurp on one of their thick, pink heads, licking up the pre-cum. You’ve never sucked two cocks at once before, but surprisingly, you get the hang of it quickly…and you realize how much you enjoy it.

Satoru chuckles, wiping spit from your mouth that you’ve accumulated from sucking so much. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you want us to fuck that pretty face of yours. Is that what you want?” He grips your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “Tell us what you want,” he orders, his thumb playing with your bottom lip.

The words flow out of you so easily: “I want you to fuck my mouth,” you softly say. “Both of you give me your cocks…please.” The demons smile down at you, their cocks twitching in your hands. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” Satoru tilts his hips forward and slides his cock into your mouth.

You nearly gag as he slides into your throat, but keep telling yourself to breathe through your nose as your throat stretches and flexes around Satoru’s cock. Spit drips down your chin as he begins to bump and grind against your mouth, sliding himself in and out. He is very vocal about how good you’re making him feel, full-on yapping as he fucks your face.

“Oooh, look how deep you’re takin’ me, babe. And you thought you couldn’t do it.” He slides in deeper, his pretty face screwing in pleasure as the walls of your throat flex and clench around him. “That’s it, gag on that shit. Such a good fuckin’ girl!” He fucks your mouth like it’s a toy, pulling you on and off of him as much as he wants.

Once he’s had enough, he passes you off to Suguru who is way more gentle and slow with his facefucking. He allows you to get used to his girth, your jaw stretching as he slides into your throat, filling your entire mouth up with his cock. “You’re so good at this, sweetness,” he coos. “You must’ve done this before…though the way your body is movin’ makes me think it’s been a while.”

You don’t realize that you’re grinding your pussy against the bed until he points it out. Getting wet off of a blowjob? That’s NEVER happened to you before. With a moan, Suguru slips out of your mouth and Satoru yanks you toward him to slide back in. “No one’s been fucking this pretty body right?” He tuts as he fucks your mouth. “What a shame. Nobody could’ve done it better though.”

Suguru fucks your hand while he watches his partner turn your mouth into a fleshlight. “How long has it been since that trash ex of yours?” He asks. You blink up at him in surprise and he laughs. “Yeah, we know. Soon as we were summoned, we were able to see everything about you and your little life.”

“And boy, did you dodge a bullet with that asshole,” Satoru laughs. Slipping out, he taps his cock against your lips and then your tongue before jamming himself back inside. “Not even eating you out most nights…not that he could do as good of a job.” He gives you a cocky smile as he slides out, allowing Suguru to have you again.

The long-haired demon taps his cock along your wet tongue, keeping his eyes locked with yours. “You’ve been waitin’ for us to come along and slut you out, haven’t you?” He whispers. “Just the way you need to.” You have. You absolutely have waited for this. “Y-Yes,” you exhale and dive back onto his cock, sucking and slurping as much as you can.

Suguru is loving it, his clawed hand gripping your hair and his eyes screwed tight. The feeling of your tight, wet mouth combined with how pretty you look with his cock stuffed between your cheeks is too much. “Fuck, keep going,” he groans. “Don’t stop!” His hand clings to your hair desperately, luscious moans and gasps escaping him as you swallow his cock.

Satoru laughs, watching in interest and lust as you stroke him with your hand. “You’ve got some skills, little human. Sugu isn’t ever this loud unless I’ve got my dick in him.” Suguru glares at him, sliding his cock out of your mouth. It bobs slightly, nearly hitting you in the nose. “Shut up,” he growls. “Someone else definitely needs a dick in ‘em too.”

You do. Your pussy is clenching around air and gushing all over the bed. You need them like you’ve never needed anything before. Satoru cups your face and lovingly strokes your cheek. “You ready to take us now, baby? How do you want it, hm?” They’re leaving it up to you? Your mind is so foggy from your arousal that you’ve forgotten your first name!

But you know one thing for sure: you want them. Right here, right now. “I don’t care,” you find yourself answering. “Just fuck me.” The two handsome demons smile like two wolves who have successfully captured their prey. “Yes, ma’am,” they reply in unison.

They take their time getting you into position. To them, there is no rush, but to you and your pussy, they couldn’t move any slower. They set you on all fours, your back arched and your ass presented to them. After deciding who goes first, Satoru gladly positions himself behind you while Suguru kneels in front of your mouth again. Both of their cocks begin sliding against both sets of your puffy, soft lips, emitting soft moans from both of you.

“That’s it,” Satoru coos as you begin grinding back into him. “Show me how much you want this. Tell me with your body, baby.” He takes his hand and spits into it before applying it to his cock, making it shine in his saliva.

“Careful, Satoru,” Suguru warns. “Humans are fragile.” Satoru rolls his blue eyes as he slides his cock against your clit and sobbing pussy. “I’ve done this before. Chill! Besides, she’s wet enough to take me.” Finally, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly, sloooowly, slides in.

You can’t explain what you feel when Satoru slides inside of you for the first time. Your mouth falls agape and your eyes widen as he stretches your walls inch by inch, filling you up with all of him. “Just relax,” he whispers, stroking your backside. “Let me do all the work, baby.”

Suddenly, your entire body begins to feel…different. Your nipples tingle and tighten as if stimulated and your pussy grows so wet that your juices drip down your thighs. You know this has everything to do with whatever powers Satoru possesses as a demon. Whatever he does helps you take his cock deeper until he bottoms out inside of you, his balls tapping your clit.

Satoru and Suguru begin to fuck your holes with you squeezed between them, their big hands raised above your head to form a triangle. You serve as the bottom half of this Eiffel Tower, swallowing Suguru’s dick as you try to focus on pushing yourself back and fucking yourself on Satoru’s cock too. “How’s it feel, mama?” He teasingly asks. “Is that dick big enough?”

His clawed hands snake down your ass to squeeze and massage it, his rough palms swatting at your cheeks. You mumble around Suguru’s thick cock in your throat at the sting just as one clawed hand caresses your scalp. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” he pants. “You look so goddamn pretty with my cock in your throat.”

He pushes deeper, filling your throat with him. You nearly gag around his length, but manage to accommodate his size and breathe through your nose as he guides your head back and forth along his shaft. Satoru laughs, pistoning into you so roughly that you see stars. “Y’know, you’re right, Sugu: she does look cute gettin’ stuffed like this…but not stuffed enough.”

You suddenly feel his spit-coated finger gently swirling around your asshole before gently probing it. “Mmm!” you yelp around Suguru’s cock, but the demon shushes you. “It’s okay, babydoll,” he coos, still feeding you his cock. “Gojo’s just gonna get that ass ready for him.”

Helplessly, you take Satoru’s finger in your ass, the digit penetrating the tight muscle until he feels that you’re ready. As soon as he pulls out, something else goes in. You yelp as your asshole stretches around the foreign object, making you feel full beyond belief. “Like my tail, baby?” He chuckles. “Your ass looks so fuckin’ good right now.”

He begins to fuck you harder, gripping your ass so hard that his claws dig into your skin. You wince at the sting, but strangely enough, it adds to the pleasure. Your body has a mind of its own, straying away from your brain as it begins pushing back into Satoru’s cock. ”Bounce on that cock, baby,” he coaxes. “You’re such a good girl for us.”

You are, you deliriously think. You are a good girl. Taking two big cocks at once is definitely something a good girl does.

When Suguru takes you, he is just as big and just as thick as Satoru. He grips your hips and pounds your pussy from behind, his moans and grunts so delicious in your ears. Speaking of delicious, Satoru can’t enough of your delicious, sweet, dripping little cunt. He’s so pussy-drunk off of it that he volunteers to get underneath you and eat you out while Suguru fucks you from behind. He’s such a glutton, swallowing everything you give him.

He hums delightfully as he licks and slurps at your puffy lips and needy clit, even licking at Suguru’s sensitive balls and cock while he slides in and out of you. “You taste so good here, baby!” He mufflingly comments from between your thighs. It comes out more like, “Ywou twaste swo good hewe, babwuy.”

His skillfully, forked tongue intensifies your already-stimulated nerves, making everything so wet, slippery, and sloppy. Suguru fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before, going at just the right pace that makes your pussy sob and whines of pleasure come out of you. “How’s it feel?” He asks, pressing his lips to your ear. “Tell me how that dick fuckin’ feels.”

His hand comes around to squeeze your throat, causing a choked sob to escape you. “So-S-So good!” You cry out. “You feel so fuckin’ good, Suguru!” Happy with this, he speeds up his tempo, emitting chants of “Yes, yes, yes” from you as Satoru licks wildly at your clit, digging his claws into the soft flesh of your asscheeks while his partner dicks you down.

But neither of them makes you cum…yet. That comes after each of them have had their fill of your pussy when you find yourself squished between them again. You straddle Satoru’s lap while Suguru kneels behind you, peppering your back in kisses. “Let’s fuck this bunny until she’s dumb,” Satoru suggests, his tone low and saccharine sweet.

Suguru only nods and suddenly, you feel two thick, hard cocks sliding into your tight holes. Your eyes water and your mouth widens as you feel your body being stretched open. Your holes feel warm and tingly, the feeling only increasing the more the demons push inside of you. You know that they’re using their powers on you to make this more pleasurable, but it’s intense. “Too much!” You cry. “It’s too much!”

You drop your head onto Satoru’s chest, whining and panting at the sensations. “Aw but you’re doin’ so well for us, baby,” he coos, bumping his hips up into yours. “Don’t give up now. This is what you wanted, right?” As if coercing you into agreeing with him, he rocks his hips up and hits that spongy part inside of you that makes you nearly lose your voice moaning.

Suguru rocks his hips too, molding your hole into the shape of his cock. You feel too full, like a balloon filled with too much air. You begin to scramble and squirm in Satoru’s lap, but Suguru holds you firm against him, pressing himself against your back. “Don’t fuckin’ run from this,” he growls. “You want it and now you’ve got it. Hold fuckin’ still.”

His demanding, no-BS tone turns you on more than you can express. Like a puppet being controlled by strings or a slave by her master, your body relaxes and succumbs to the overwhelming, intense pleasure. The two demons begin to fuck you harder once they find their rhythm, digging their nails into the flesh of your ass. “So fuckin’ tight!” Gojo grunts, fucking up intoyou like it’s his profession. “So fuckin’ wet. Such a good little slut for us.”

He latches his lips around a nipple, sucking roughly on the sensitive bud. Geto attaches his lips and tongue to your neck, licking and sucking on your skin until he leaves hickeys. Their hips pump faster, their cocks moving in and out, in and out, stretching your holes until you’re sure that they are molded into the shape of their shafts.

You grip Gojo’s shoulders as they bounce you against them, making you take everything they give you. Oh, my God!” You scream. “Oh, my God!” Your voice rips out of you, satiating the demons. Gojo turns your face to meet his glittering blue eyes. “No God here, baby; just us,” he chuckles.

Geto presses his lips to your cheek, nuzzling his nose into your sweet-smelling air. “Keep screamin’ for us. We wanna hear more of that pretty fuckin’ voice.” As if to persuade you, he switches up his tempo and moves out while Gojo moves in until the both of them are moving in tandem with each other, filling you up after one pulls out.

Wet sounds of their cocks in your sobbing pussy begin to fill the air, mingling with your moans, bedsprings, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. The sound of sex. It doesn’t take long for your second orgasm of the night to peak like the moon high in the sky. “I-I’m gonna cum!” You pathetically sob, absolutely losing all self-control. “Please let me cum!”

Gojo’s hand wraps around your neck, firmly squeezing your throat. His eyes glow, turning every strand of control and restraint you have into putty. “Tell us it’s ours then,” he demands. “Say this fuckin’ body, this ass, this pussy, is ours.” Geto slows down a bit to give you a chance to answer, his eyes all on you.

You know what you’ll be doing if you say it. You know you’d be giving yourself over to these two demons from the depths of Hell who could damn well be tricking you…but you’re so desperate to cum that you don’t even care. If you truly become theirs then you just hope and pray that the same hot, mind-blowing sex you’re getting now will be in the plans. “I-It’s yours,” hou whimper, the words barely escaping you. “My pussy is yours. My ass is yours. I’m yours, Daddies! I wanna be yours!”

You can practically feel the two demons teem with joy and power as the words leave your lips. Gojo breaks out into a big grin as his cock drives up into you harder and faster, making you bounce up and down on him, your tits jiggling in his face.

“Now you definitely can’t get rid of us now, baby,” he chuckles. “You’re ours now. And don’t let this go to that pretty little head, but you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

Suguru presses his lips to your ear, his big hands gripping your body as his cock drives into you. “Cum for us,” he growls. “Give it to us, gorgeous. Cum.”

His voice is like a button that triggers something inside of you. Immediately, your body clenches and so do your holes around the big cocks inside of you. Your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave, sweeping you up in an ocean of intense pleasure.

With a loud moan, you cum around Satoru’s cock, triggering his own orgasm. “Gonna cum!” He warns, gripping you tight. “Gonna fill you up. Gonna give you all of these fuckin’ babies, baby, I promise.”

He holds your eyes with his, showing you desperation and the loss of control in them. It’s so, so sexy. “You’re gonna take all of that cum for ya Daddies, aren’t you?” he coos. “Yes, you are.”

He answers for you and so does his cock. With a loud moan and a swear, he sinks his claws into your ass and fills your pussy to the brim with your cum. Suguru leans down to kiss him, sloppily swirling his tongue with Satoru’s as he, too, cums. You gasp and shudder as you feel Geto’s cum fill your ass and then wetly drip down your inner thighs.

The two don’t stop there. They continue to fuck into you without abandon, pushing their cum deeper into your holes. “Shit!” Satoru hisses, his face flushed pink. “C-Can’t…stop…cumming!”

Suguru moans in response, nuzzling his face into your neck, his hair tickling your skin. He and Satoru rut into you like it’s the last time they’ll do so, hugging you between them. “Take it,” Satoru demands. “Take all of it.”

You do. You have no choice. You weakly moan as your orgasm draws on, growing more and more intense as the seconds pass. You feel that you may faint if this goes on. You begin to feel dizzy and light, like you’re not grounded. You’re somewhere in the sky floating among the clouds.

“Y/N?” Suguru’s hand is suddenly on your face, gently tapping your cheek. “Talk to me, mama. You okay?” Weakly, you nod. You can’t find the words to speak. Even as your orgasm fades, the tingles remain.

“Lay her down,” Suguru demands. “I wanna mark that pretty face and those tits too.” You weakly moan as the two demons pull out of your wet, sensitive holes and lay you on your back.

You stare up at the two sexy, horned men and their still-hard cocks as they pump them furiously in your face. “Hold still now, baby,” Satoru says, his tone saccharine sweet. “Just let your Daddies mark you up.”

Muscles clench, faces screw, and cocks swell as their second orgasms build. You watch with lust-blown eyes as your demons toss their heads back, exposing their necks to you, as their orgasms wash over them. Delicious moans escape them as their cum escapes their cocks. You gasp as you feel warm liquid splash onto your tits, stomach, and face.

Your eyes shut just in time to avoid getting any in your eye, but you can taste the salty substance on your lips and tongue. It drops down your breasts and chest; out of your cunt and ass, coating your thighs. You are now completely theirs.

The two demons sigh in exhaustion and satisfaction, their cocks soft and their toned bodies slick with sweat. Satoru wipes seat from his forehead, a smile on his face. “That…was needed. I feel better already!”

Suguru’s nods, agreeing, before his attention falls on you. “How do you feel, baby?” he whispers, gently stroking your thigh. “You okay?”

All you can muster is a soft mewl in response. You sit there, winded, achy, and coated in cum. Satoru snorts, gently wiping a droplet of cum from your lips. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs. “Now, baby, how do your friends feel about demons? You should probably introduce us soon.”

Suguru tsks and elbows his partner as he gently scoops you off of the bed. “Shut up and help me run a bath, asshole.”

The demon holds you to his chest and carries you to the bathroom. He gently kisses your forehead, soft and loving. “You did so well for us tonight, sweetness,” he coos. “So, so good. We hope we made you feel just as good as you made us feel.”

You want to tell him yes, that you’ve never felt so rejuvenated and alive, but the post-orgasm sleepiness won’t allow you. The shea butter and lavender-scented bubble bath Satoru runs for you only makes it worse.

The two demons don’t talk as they sit in the bath with you, wiping their cum off of you and letting you soak. There are only soft sighs and light touches that relax you even further as you sink back into Satoru’s chest while Suguru washes you.

Two incubi in your bathroom. Who would ever believe this?

The rest of the night is slow, sweet, and involves a hot bubble bath, oil massages, and getting snuggled between two sex demons in your bed.

Suddenly, with your body aching deliciously and your bed warm from the two men slumbering in it, you start to think that maybe having two incubi haunt you for the rest of your days won’t be such a bad thing after all…

Just as long as this night is like every other night after.

THE END.

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little-lost-lamb · 10 months ago

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The Sting of Envy Pt. 2

CW: GN!MC, hurt/comfort, angst, occult practice, fluff, Demons Being Overall Taller Than Humans On Average, Mention of Israeli food, and - of course - jealousy. Please let me know if there is anything I didn't think to add!

<- Part 1

I want to thank everyone for their support of my first part! I've been out of the writing game for a long time, and it really helped motive me to continue!

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Beelzebub

Beelzebub tells anyone who asks that his favorite food is cheeseburgers, but this is not quite true. His favorite food is your cooking. So when you keep serving him warm, fresh-baked bread and crispy spinach salad topped with handpicked flowers and nuts and creamy, piping hot wild mushroom risotto and seconds and thirds and FOURTHS, he is in the Celestial Realm. He supposed the menu was carefully thought out, showcasing ingredients locally in season for the spring. He loved human realm food. It reminded him of you, and not just because it’s native the human realm - human cuisine had the capacity for both the sinful and the divine. Just like you. And so, the meal had him nearly moaning in ecstasy against his spoon.

“This is incredible, MC.” Solomon says, meticulously scooping a perfectly balanced bite of rice, cheese, mushroom, and chive. “This is even better than the risotto we had in that little place in Rome. What was that place called?” Solomon looks at you and thoroughly cleans the risotto off his spoon with his mouth. You laugh.

“Solomon, no, no way! That stuff was next level!”

Solomon shrugs before going in for another bite off his plate. “I’m telling you, yours is better.”

“When were you in Rome?” Lucifer inquires, cocking his head with interest. “When did you have the time?”

“Couple Tuesdays ago, I think.” Solomon muffled between bites while Barbatos shot him a look that told him to chew before speaking. Solomon shrugged it off. “Sometimes when we feel like eating out, we’ll go wherever the cuisine strikes our fancy. MC takes me to this Israeli restaurant in New York City about every other week!”

Beel’s brow furrows as he goes in for another bite. It sounds like before you left, what you and he used to do together. Schedule permitting, you were always down to take him wherever his stomach led him. Hell’s Kitchen for the third time that week? Sure! That brand new place with the deep fried vampire bats on sticks? You bet! They restocked flame-charred bone flavored ice cream at the stand down the street from RAD? You might even be willing to skip Chaos Theory to go with him!

Your foodie dates were one of his all-time favorite things you did together.

“Pfft. You know I can’t do teleportations that big or that frequently yet. You take me.”

Like how Beel would take you all over town, farther if they had some spare time, to try all that the demon realm had to offer. You couldn’t always eat it, you didn’t always like it, but you were always down to try demon cuisine. Try new things in general. He loved that about you.

“Agree to disagree.” Solomon leaned a little closer to you. “I just appreciate you escorting me on so many dates.”

You shrug nonchalantly. “I’m just in it for the falafel.”

Solomon chuckles and smiles fondly at you. He gently tucks a pesky piece of hair behind your ear, keeping it from flying into your mouth with your bread. “Try the hamin next time. I think you’ll like it.”

The heat rose in Beel cheeks, and he subtly sighed out some of his frustration through his nostrils. He glances briefly over to Belphie, and they communicate something to each other with their eyes. Finally, Beel puts his spoon down and Belphie shrugs, picking up another bite with his own.

“I’m done.” Beel says softly.

Not full. Never full. Done.

After everyone has finished with ample time for conversation, you shuffle back to the kitchen to get the desserts. You had prepared an assortment of fresh berries and cream with honey cakes.

“Beel! Can you help me carry this?” You shout, and you lean casually against the counter to wait for him.

“Carry what?” Beel walks in to help and looks around for the heavy item only for his eyes to fall on the light-weight desserts. “Just…need some extra hands?” Beel asks as he reaches for the dish, but you stop him with a hand on his.

“Are you okay? You didn’t eat much.” You look up into his face, recognizing sadness in it.

“I ate 5 or 6 plates.”

You raise an eyebrow. Beel sighs, gently reaching for your hand and holding it firmly in his own to ground himself.

“You don’t…like the food here more than in the devildom, do you?”

Your brows furrow with concern. “You…know I do. Most of it won’t kill me.”

Beelzebub shakes his head quickly. “My fault, bad question. New question: do you enjoy…” Beel’s voice cracks ever so slightly. “Do you like eating with Solomon more? You know…than me?”

Yours eyes widen in horror and your heart cracks. All you can think to do is throw yourself into his enormous frame. You bury your face into the soft fabric of the shirt before turning your head to speak, still resting your cheek against his quickly-thumping chest.

“You’re upset because you and I go out on foodie tours and stuff too, right? It’s our thing.”

“It’s our thing.” Beel answered, wrapping his arms around you firmly. You feel the point of his chin rest against the top of your head.

“And it will always be our thing. Solomon and I eat out so often out of necessity. I don’t always have the energy to focus on planning and making our meals, and the man can’t cook, Beel. Then the human realm's food will kill me.”

You got a smile out of Beel on that one.

“But with you, we go out, and we shove things I once couldn’t even conceptualize down my gullet. You show me fun and fantastical foods I wouldn’t try on my own. That I couldn’t try. We don’t have that stuff here. It’s an experience. You are an experience. And you’re my favorite.”

You lean back just a little, separating only enough to see a wide grin and misty eyes. You reach over and stick your clean finger into the bowl of cream before smearing it playfully on Beel’s lips.

“Oops!” You exclaim, smearing it on his lips. You raise up and squish the cream against Beels lips with your own. You hear a dreamy sigh from him before he pulls away and licks his lips. A giddy giggle escapes his creamy mouth. He reaches for the cream too, except he takes a thick glob and smears it from your cheek, across your mouth, and down your neck.

“Oops.”

He starts with your neck.

Belphegor

They said to make himself at home, so he will, thank you very much. Now where was MC’s bed?

He passes the bathroom and opens the knob to a door nearby, figuring this was probably it, and he pushes it open with the subtle crack of the doorframe. He is immediately punished with a wave of Solomon’s scent - a musky mix of exotic spice and incense smoke. Yours was thickly mixed into the sorcerers, the fusion of smells emanating from one bed in the center of the room.

No.

Belphie suddenly feels the irritated flick of his tail and the weight of his horns that have appeared against his will on his body. Shove it down, Belphegor.

He peels himself from the glue that binds his feet to the doorway and steps hesitantly into the room. The room reeks of Solomon, and not just from his scent. Glistening suncatchers whimsically dangle from the ceiling, one wall is adorned with old, dusty books from floor to ceiling, magical trinkets rest precariously on the edges of drawers, nightstands, and any other surface, and plants large and small sprout from the pots scattered around the room. There are countless empty mugs he has forgotten to bring back down to the kitchen shoved onto any previously vacant surface.

Belphie’s attention moves from one piece of junk to the next before focusing on the bed itself. It looked to be what the humans call a “full sized” bed, big enough for two humans to fit, though Belphie figures it’s only as big as he and Beel’s beds back home. Must be a tight squeeze for two. The fluffy blankets are crumpled disproportionately to one side while the other side is draped primarily with just the sheet. He presses a palm into the mattress and it sinks less readily than Belphie would like in a nest. He pictured the two of you picking it out together.

“Now, MC,” Solomon would say in his smarmy tone, “It’s best to have a mattress that is somewhat firm. It deters one from oversleeping, and it will be good for your spine in the long run. Trust me, I know from experience that you’ll wish you had taken better care of your bones when you’re old.”

Belphie groans at the thought before dipping down into the side that smells most like you. Your scent is thick and fresh, as if you had slept there just last night. Belphie snarls and immediately jumps up, the propulsion of the springs hastening his movement.

I bet he doesn’t even take the time to nestle into their pillows Belphie thought to himself as he glared daggers at the side that smelled more like Solomon. To inhale their pheromones and feel enveloped their scent and appreciate it.

Since you left, it wasn’t uncommon to catch even Lucifer resting in your bed on occasion. They were all guilty of it. It still retained your scent, and the brothers found that comforting late at night when they cannot escape their respective longing for you. Recently, though, the aroma has begun dissipating, a combination of time and the brothers’ own smells erasing your scent clinging to the fabrics. Belphie had been excited to take a few moments at least to dive into your sheets and smother himself with your scent. He could bring it home with him and savor it for at least a week if he didn’t wash his jacket. He could cling to the hoodie he wears tonight during his slumber and pretend you were still there with him, nestled against his body and in his bed. But it turns out the scent of your bed was contaminated.

Fortunately for his sanity, he didn’t smell certain hormones or fluids or anything to indicate any funny business happened between the two of you in these sheets. That’s for the best. If Belphie had been hit with the scent of lust mixed with the scents of the two of you, he thinks he would have vomited directly on your comforter.

“Did you find my bed? I knew you’d go looking for it.” You tease, clutching the rail as you stare innocently at him from the stairs.

“Uhm. Yeah. I found it.” Belphie turns to face you from the room, and his eyes motion to the bed in front of him. He makes no attempt to hide the displeasure on his face. Surprise answers it on your own.

“Nope, that’s Solomon’s room.”

“I can smell you, MC.” Belphie’s eyes narrow as he replies, pointing to the side piled with blankets, “You sleep on the left.”

“I hang out on the left.” You say, climbing the last few steps and joining him in Solomon’s room, “but I don’t sleep here, not usually anyway. I pass out sometimes, but we just watch shows and play games here a lot.”

You point casually at the TV shoddily hung on Solomon’s wall opposite the bed. Wires poke haphazardly out the bottom and trail their way to a couple of consoles buried in junk beneath.

“There’s this cartoon I’ve been obsessed with recently that makes me think of you, actually. It’s about these kids who are cute little animals, and they go to camp on a magical island. It’s so soft and cozy and comforting…I keep falling asleep when I turn it on. I wish I could watch it with you. Maybe next time I’m in the demon realm, we can set it up in the attic.”

You pap on his bicep and signal him to follow you, flowing from Belphie’s side, out Solomon’s door, and to a second door Belphie had yet to open.

Oh.

As you push the door in, a current of your sweet smell crashes like a wave over Belphie’s face. Your scent is like an intoxicating mixture of coffee, books, whiskey, and sugar all mixed together. You smell like home. A contented smile forms and he makes his way to you, careful to seal Solomon’s scent away with the bedroom door on his way out.

You’re suddenly thrusted into a brief whirlwind of confusion as you’re grappled by Belphie, knocked off your feet and plopped down unharmed into the comfort of your bed. Your bed is the opposite of Solomon's: soft, fluffy, warm, and oozing with you smells. Belphie raises himself up to gaze at you lovingly before playfully nuzzling his face into your neck and inhaling deeply. He releases his breath with a satisfied sigh and melts himself into you.

“Much better.”

He peppers your cheek with soft, sleepy kisses until he has you a grinning, giggling mess.

“Let’s take a nap until dinner is ready. Barbatos can finish the rest.”

Barbatos

This was not part of Barbatos’ plan, but he could reassess and regroup. After all, this was only temporary. He would assure that.

Step 1: Serve Lord Diavolo to the best of his ability while he brings about the integration and unity of the three realms.

Step 2: Assure the swift and successful coronation of Lord Diavolo. King Diavolo.

Step 3: With King Diavolo’s rule solidified and the King’s word absolute, any dissension against angels or humans in the devildom would not be tolerated. The streets of the demon realm would be safer - safer for you to reside in the devildom permanently.

Step 4: With the realm made a better place for you, you live with him, in his care, for the rest of your days. He thought perhaps an emerald in the ring would be best, accented with black diamonds. He had not yet decided whether silver or gold would look best for your band, but he was more than happy to admire you for as long as it took to decide what best suited your coloration.

For now, however, his face remains unwaveringly pleasant as he silently makes note of the dusty floorboards and spattered kitchen counters. He knows Solomon. Solomon doesn’t clean. Not to Barbatos’ standards for your living accommodations, anyway. He watches silently for a few moments as you work alone in your kitchen, smaller than he thought you deserved to have access to. It would have bothered him that Solomon offered no help had Barbatos not also known he would have rendered each and every item on the menu inedible. All your hard work ruined.

You see him because he allows you to see him. While his presence would ordinarily be welcomed, today your cheeks flush in shame.

“Listen, I know it’s not the cleanest.” You shyly return your attention to the onion you skillfully chop against the cutting board. “I haven’t really had the time to deep clean, not with lessons and work and preparing for the party and…” You trail off, exhaustion lacing your voice. Your eyes seem misty.

“Please, MC, allow me to help. Do the mushrooms still need to be sliced?” Without waiting for an answer, Barbatos swiftly saunters over, scoops the mushrooms off the counter beside you, and drops them gently on the counter in front of himself. One mushroom considers bouncing off the counter, but decides it wouldn’t dare under Barbatos’ watchful eye. You realize your face must betray your emotion.

“Barbatos, I’m fine, really. It’s just the onion.” You point to the onion with your chef knife, and you plead, “you are my guest. I won’t make you work.”

“I am your friend.” He responds, his face focused on the task in front of him as he reaches for the utility knife in your set. He begins quickly and expertly chopping the mushrooms into perfect, uniform slices. “And you are overwhelmed. Your home is dirty because Solomon does not help you with cleaning like he should, yes?”

You remain silent for a moment, considering if you should out Solomon for not doing his share. Barbatos does not allow you to refute it.

“It has been centuries,” Barbatos interjects your thoughts before you can argue. “but Solomon was once royalty. He is independent now, yes, but he never learned how to clean as he should. I fear he is slipping back into the comfort of being taken care of without taking care of you in return.”

You look up at him, and for a moment, you think you see the flash of a scowl before his expression is once again carefully moderated. You had seen it because he had allowed you to see it.

“And of course,” he continued, “you must be doing all of the cooking as well. If he had any part in it, you would certainly be dead by this point.” He finally glanced us at you, his lip curling ever so slightly into a playful smirk.

The joke catches you off guard and you honk out a laugh.

“One time,” you say through your laughter “I caught him trying to clean the bathroom with bleach and ammonium. Unreal. The man is a master alchemist, and yet he accidentally makes mustard gas in the toilet!”

Barbatos laughs earnestly along and shakes his head. He finishes the last mushroom with a flourish and plops the pieces into a bowl, ready for their future use. He turns around and leans his tall frame against your small counter, assessing your space for a few moments.

“If I were Solomon,” he mused, almost to himself, “I would ensure your accommodations were immaculate. I would prepare you healthy, delicious meals. Perhaps I would allow you to join me in the kitchen, if only for us to spend the time together. And I see your garden needs attention. I would gladly serve you tea made from those rose petals there once I had finished with the pruning.” He speaks wistfully.

You chuckle. “It does sound nice to be taken care of every once in a while. What with the brothers and Solomon, I can be spread pretty thin. Not a lot left to take care of myself, you know?”

“Perhaps one day, I’ll have the pleasure of doing it for you.” Your eyes widen and your cheeks flush. You look up at him, and he gives you a knowing glance. You hated when he did this. You always wonder: is he teasing, or does he know?

“I have not looked into your future if that is what you are wondering…though I admit, I have considered it once or twice.” You turn to face him fully, the surprise evident on your face. Barbatos chuckles and looks you right in the eyes. “It would ruin the sweet surprise. It will happen because I will make it happen. Your current arrangement is temporary, I assure you.”

Before you can comprehend what is happening, the soft fabric of his gloves are against your cheeks, the warmth of his hands permeating through. He leans in slowly and lovingly plants a petal-soft kiss on the tip of your nose. He holds himself there a moment. You hold your breath until he lets go.

“Now, what do we do with these mushrooms?”

Diavolo

“Yeah, I’ve been doing well!” Lie. “It’s kind of nice to be home, you know?” Lie. “It’s refreshing to be around my own species again.” That one was presented as a joke, but it was still, factually, a lie. Did you usually lie this much? Diavolo hadn’t noticed if you had. And he would have noticed.

It was ultimately his fault, and he understood that. The devildom was under his rule, and had his whims overtaken him, he could have ordered you to stay. It just wasn’t time. Not yet. There was still so much work to be done.

Step 1: Bring about the integration and unity of the three realms.

Step 2: His swift and successful coronation.

Step 3: With his rule solidified and the King’s word absolute, no one would dare go against him when he appoints you as Human Ambassador to the demon realm. With such an important position within the new government system, so much as a finger lifted against you would be treason in his book. He would make the realm safe for you.

Step 4: Argue to the council that it is a political marriage.

That’s the dream that keeps Diavolo going, anyway. His golden orbs lift from the mushrooms he unceremoniously shoves to the side of his plate (subtly, so he didn’t hurt your feelings, of course) over to Barbatos, who watches you with a genuine smile as you speak. What were you saying? Something about a stray cat? Back down to the mushrooms.

He knew the likelihood of this plan succeeding was low - just a dream to keep him working at his goal of unification. What will probably happen is that he will have a spouse chosen for him. Someone he might not yet know, whoever the council sees as the most advantageous choice. Likely a female, as is tradition. Likely traditionally pretty, the boring kind of pretty. Barbatos would intervene only enough to ensure he doesn’t dislike his appointed queen. Maybe Diavolo would even grow to love them one day. But it isn’t what he wants. Who he wants. He would be expected to produce a line of heirs - full-blood demon heirs - and cambion mutts just wouldn’t do. Not his words, of course. That’s what the tabloids said the last time the two of you were seen in public together. They called you his concubinatus. The writer of the article is longer there. No one knows where they are now except Barbatos.

“There's not really anything preventing MC from marrying me, right? Since we’re both humans and all." Solomon’s words echo in Diavolo’s mind, his smug grin still burned into the back of Diavolo’s retinas. The brothers had been more than willing to marry you into the devildom, but Diavolo had not allowed it. If anyone was going to marry you in, it was going to be him. He knew the likelihood of your union going smoothly was slim, but it would not stop him from trying. He was not above monopolizing you. He was the demon lord, not the lord of selflessness. But you were out of his hands here and settled in Solomon’s. He couldn’t stand it.

“Do you think you’ll ever get married, MC?” He later asks you casually as he helps you prepare the bonfire. Barbatos had half-heartedly attempted to dissuade him, as his suit could get dirty, but Diavolo insisted. He hadn’t gotten any alone time with you today, and he likely wouldn’t see you again for a while. He didn’t care about some frivolous suit. You drop the stick you’re holding, but it tumbles into the fire pit, so you figure you can leave it be.

“Where did that come from?” Your flushed face is camouflaged well by the fading sunset. You quickly grab another bundle to continue building the fire. Diavolo casually swirls the wine in his goblet and peers in, probably inspecting some aspect of the wine that you have no eye for. The sunset hides his own flush from the alcohol. He remained silent, expecting an answer.

“U-Uhm. I suppose that depends on if I find the right person.” You fumble with a few sticks in your grasp before dumping them beside the fire. You crouch down and begin strategically arranging the sticks around lumps of kindling.

Truth.

“Could you…” Perhaps he shouldn’t ask you this. He’s admittedly afraid of the answer. “...see yourself marrying Solomon?”

“What?”

Silence.

“I…” You thought for a moment, laughed, and shook your head. “I don’t think so.”

LIE.

Diavolo expertly shoots the rest of his wine like it wasn’t at least half a goblet.

“We aren’t together or anything, if that’s what you’re trying to figure out. You aren’t being very subtle, you know.” You tease.

This was true.

“I guess I could see marrying Solomon if things didn’t work out, but…there’s someone I have my eye on.” You shove some dry grass between the logs, trying to hide behind your task.

True.

“I don’t see how it would work. I don’t think I would be anywhere near his radar, but…” Perhaps it’s the sunset, perhaps it’s the wine swimming around in your blood, but you felt a bit bold. You look up, directly into his eyes, slightly luminous in the encroaching darkness of the night. “...The heart wants what the heart wants.”

Oh shit, wait, what? Are you coming on to him? Right now?

“Do…I know this person?” Perhaps it’s the wine he just downed, but he too is feeling bold. The corner of his lip quivers ever so slightly in the attempt to hide a grin threatening to spread across his face, just in case he’s wrong. But he doesn’t think so.

“You do.” You stand up and dust your hand off on your pants.

Truth.

He tries to bite his lip to keep his face in line, but his lip rolls beneath his fangs and the corners of his eyes crinkle. The way you’re looking at him, there’s no way he’s misinterpreting it. You take a shy step closer, your eyes flit from his eyes to his fangs and quickly back up.

“Is it…me?” Diavolo asks playfully, now inches from your face.

“No.” You shrug. You casually toss a few more sticks into the fire pit.

With a snap of his fingers, the fire is lit. It roars to life and lights up your faces, your goofy grins and reddened cheeks on full display. The warmth of the blaze is matched only by the warmth of Diavolo’s arms snaking around your waist.

“Liar.”

His mouth envelops yours in an instant.

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spookberry · 11 months ago

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Shadow High series 3 my new beloved

I didnt even like most of em until i saw them in person, but the knowledge that they'll probably never be in the show has my brain in a "well its free realestate" kinda mood

Random list of information cuz ive been plotting out friend dynamics and background lore

-i like to pretend Rainbow High/Shadow High are actually Rainbow University/Shadow University cuz im in art college Right Now and i think it makes more sense with the whole dorm room situation. And also major makes more sense than focus IMO

-I changed Pinkie's major from film to just undeclared. I think she eventually does land on Film. She just has a lot of interests! Her dream has always been to one day direct films, and I think she comes to love them even more while developing ideas her with the group as she winds up in a Director/Producer position for most of them. BUT also every time she takes a class in a different program she cant help but fall in love with that way of making art too. So she has a hard time picking for a while and changed her major a couple times before landing on Film.

-Pinkie and Berrie bond a lot over a shared interest in vocal synths (tho Berrie knows more about them than her).

-The two made Pinkie's vtuber model together!

-the fandom wiki says PJ is from germany?? Idk how canon that is tbh but ive decided to embrace it i guess

-Rooney's canon name is Scarlet Rose, but i thought it was kinda lame especially when Rosie Redwood is also in this line sooo I renamed her! Stuck to the color name puns tho. Mar Rooney. Maroon. Haha

-Speaking on her though i love that shes from texas and likes writing scifi mystery type stuff and that being said i just Know deep in my bones that she was a Voltron Legendary Defender fan and Keith was/is 100% her favorite. She has a continued fondness for mothman specifically cuz of this.

-PJ and Rooney actually talk about fandom and shows/movies ALL the time. They dont have a ton of overlapping interests, but where they do? The two literally never shut up.

-Rosie is such a random character, like outside of her design she feels very poorly considered. So I scrapped the cosmetology thing and made her an illustrator instead! I think it works better with her love of making art in nature. I can see her being really into illustrated guide books. I think shes a bit snooty when it comes to art too. It takes being friends with other artists to become more open minded.

-I like the idea that Rosie is mainly friends with Rooney and Berrie ontop of that. The three of them often tag team storylines and how theyd interpret them into different mediums. Rosie will draw up a bunch of concept stuff while Rooney writes up a pitch bible and Berrie will start making shit move and throwing in her own ideas on camera angles and character designs.

-as an animation major Berrie was required to take a sound design class early on, which is where she met Oliver! Hes very laid back, and likes to go with the flow, but functions a little like the "mom" of the group. Often reminding the girls to take breaks, drink water, stop looking at their screens lest they get eye strain etc. He's multi-talented tbh but Music is his one true passion and he likes how the girls are always giving him collaboration opportunities.

-Oliver and Rosie like to talk sports a lot, both having played a bunch when they were younger and throughout high school.

-Lavender Lynn is Oliver's number one "person who needs constant reminders to settle down" she is in a constant buzz of trying to get the best shots and is utterly obsessed with the process of artistic documentation. Everything must be documented.

-the whole school loves her for this actually, she has a whole side gig where other students hire her to help photograph their projects. She saves everything she earns from this for her future dream plans to visit paris. She has it set really, many of the artists who she helps photograph now will remain steadfast clients of hers forever onward.

-PJ and Lynn actually took a print media class together at one point. Which didnt at the time spark an everlasting friendship. But it did give PJ an easier in to ask for Lynn's help documenting a project the group was working on. One of Lynn's first times photographing them work happened to fall on a day where Rosie had planned to trick everyone into going on a nature walk sans devices... Lynn wound up really appreciating this outing and decided to continue hanging around the group even after that project had ended.

#shadow high #rainbow high #my art #fanart #i had to write down all my ideas just to get them outta my head #now im free

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sevs-corner · 3 months ago

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More quick shot ideas on Tf 141: Mafia AU!

Don’t know much about the other charas in CoD like Horangi, Konig, Roach, etc.. (i’m still making progress in watching all the campaign vids- so far tho, finished MW1 and MW2, and in the middle of MW3 right nowww~ So, won’t be able to do much of them but ohohoho- Alejandro? Rudy? Alex? Graves? Nikolai? Oml LETS GET TO IT !!!

Links to other related works✨

(*Same PSA (Im really stuck to typing on my phone lol and also OOC esp teewayyyy✨*)

Of course there were other families in this quaint middle ground of a city. As the place of commodity and exchanges, bumping into one another was inevitable.

Although, more predictable for you at this point in your job

Like clockwork, every Wednesday afternoons, people would flock in after the usual 5pm check out hours

Those people being the mafiosos.

“Hey sweet cheeks, got anythin’ new f’me?” Graves asked with a raised brow, lips curved into a smirk as he sees the twinkle in your eyes

“You’re lucky I do actually,” you roll your eyes playfully, “you’re my first so take it easy on me!”

After leaving real quick to grab a slice of the new blueberry cheesecake you made, you plated it and slide it on the counter for him to grab

Leaning over the counter, he smiles and thanks you for your hard work, “I bet this will be your finest one yet!”

He winks while you playfully gagged, all the while pushing his shoulder to get him off the counter

You chuckle and wave him off, “nah, I still have much to learn from Nonna.”

He nods knowingly, grabbing a fork by the register, “she keepin’ you on your toes?”

You nod with a sigh, “when is she not really?”

Laughing, he decides to eat while chatting you up- so he could compliment you directly. He slides his fork in to eat a piece while, humming in the delight at the sour hint of the blueberries and the soft berry cream which complements into mix of flavors, he couldn’t help but savor it.

“Good?” You ask, swaying from side to side in anticipation for his comment. A wonky smile on your face, unable to hide the anxiety creeping beneath your skin

If there was one thing you could trust about these people, it was their comments when it came to food

From their instinctual body reactions to their initial facial expressions- you took all into consideration, which was quite cute of you to do of course

Graves knows this by how your forehead would scrunch lightly, your glasses falling down the bridge of your nose, lips pursed or bit (depending on how serious you were about the feedback), hands wringing, with small bits and pieces of baby hair framing your face.

He adores that part of you so much that he’ll take every opportunity to see it— just like this moment

He hums and pats your head, “very much so, sweet cheeks~.”

You cheered, immediately ran to the back, telling the two busy couple of what one of your customers said.

Family! They both shout at you back but all you can do is giggle, feeling all fuzzy being complimented for your hard work.

Graves could only stare from afar, seeing how you bounced with each step in happiness- all because he said it was really good.

The unintentional effect you had on each other was not to be underestimated…

But he wasn’t the only one-

"Mi hermosa! It smells especially good today!"

Hearing the chime of the doorbell out front made you quickly go back to your station

Only to snicker in amusement at how huffy Graves was being held closely to the ever friendly Alejandro.

"why thank the cooks at the back!" you proudly claimed with a thumb jutted towards the direction of the kitchen, where the couple waved at the two from their places.

"they're always cookin' up something good for the soul," you hummed, basically vibrating in your spot at how maybe you can ask for Alejandro's opinion on your newly made creation

"it's why we always come back," Graves agrees, finally able to get out Alejandro's grasp with a cheeky grin of his own

"Thanks again for the cake sweet cheeks," Graves waves to you while approaching his table, "be a dear and send me my tea when you're done?"

You nod at his follow-up, giving him two thumbs up before turning to Alejandro who couldn't help but feel a lil' jealous from how giddy you seemed with the dirty americano

With a silent huff, he places the pieces together and now begs for a slice of whatever Graves has on his plate

"Its still a work in progress," you admitted embarrassingly, "I hope you don't mind- and no need to pay either! Think of it as a free sample."

Alejandro clicked his tongue while shaking his head, still opening his wallet and sliding the usual amount to you.

"Paying hasn't and will ever be a problem with me, Mi hermosa."

He admitted seriously and you couldn't help but look away with a light tint to your cheeks.

Seeing this side of Alejandro always made your head feel light...

"Fine!" You shoved the plate in his hands (albeit still carefully), "just tell me how it taste then!"

"Call it even, eh?" He winks, a chuckle rumbling even through you as you practically get swooped into his aura alone.

Call it swooning or whatever but only this man has the chops to make you go dumb from his presence alone

"ye-yeah, but how is it though?" you quickly pivoted again in nervousness as you see him finally take a bite of your work

Deciding to play with you a little, he takes a while to comment- appreciating each chew even though he already swallowed a couple seconds ago

Still, he liked having your eyes so focused on him

"sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?"

You begged, tugging on his sleeve desperately, the wait killing your soul so slowly that it makes you pout

Seeing this, Alejandro cackled and pinched your cheeks teasingly

"It was delicious mi hermosa," he finally admits, "good balance of sweet and sour too."

Cheering, you- in the heat of the moment and unable to hold back your inhibitions- pulled him closer by the sleeve, catching him by surprise by how strong your grip was and how soft your lips was on his cheek.

"You're the best Ale!"

You giddily leave him by the front, unknowingly leaving a dysfunctional alejandro.exe behind with a slightly panicky Rudy just right behind him.

"Boss!" Rudy shouts, finally snapping Alejandro out of his stupor

He was ready to glare at his friend until he saw the look on his face and the words that accompanied it

"Oi! Los Vaqueros!" Alejandro called out to his men hanging around the cafe, "let's go!"

"you're leaving already?" you asked sadly, coming right outside the kitchen with a take-out cups in hand.

"Yeah," Alejandro quickly walks up to you and kisses your temple before taking one of the cups from your hand. "Can't wait to try more of you-r sweets."

You grin and nod, "take care!"

"Gotta go too sweet cheeks," you turn in shock to Graves who surprisingly got to your behind, stealing the other cup from you just as quickly.

"Thanks again for the treats!"

He squeezes your hips in appreciation before leaving with his crew, making you grumble under your breath at how careless the man was being.

"Don't let the cat get you on your way out back!"

You warned, grabbing a broom to clean up the place once more.

"I won't- AAAAHHHH DAMMIT!"

you chuckled to yourself, proud at how you trained that cat to jump Graves- who for some reason loves exiting through the back side of the bakery every time.

"Alright,~" you stretch and fetch your earphones, "back to work..." ... .. .

"We're back lassie!"

"Oh for fucks sake..."

#unedited #cod x reader #crackfic #cod mw2 #tf 141 x you #tf 141 x reader #alejandro x reader #alejandro x you #graves cod #phillip graves #mw3 #cod modern warfare #graves x reader #graves x you #cod alejandro #tf 141 mafia au

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silverinkbottle · 4 months ago

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Kinktober Day 1: Lingerie

The idea of lingerie made out of pearls, wouldn't leave my head..and this..was the result. This is my first time participating in Kinktober, so I am both scared and excited to give it a shot with writing 31 days' worth of fic. Some may just be straight one-shots, but who knows!

So, uhhh feel free to follow along, drop suggestions and all that. If you want to be tagged in future things, lemme know!

Bit of a spoiler for Day 2: Masturbation with a certain desert crime lord. I may have spent too much time thinking about the uses of rings.. Okay..on to the fic itself! Pairing: Shanks X Fem!Reader

Reader is the resident bookkeeper for the Red Haired Pirates..and has been Shank's lover for the past few years. Problem is with being with someone for long, it gets difficult to think of ways to surprise them.

Content Warning: Clitoral Orgasm, hair-pulling..I never really know what to warn for. This is relatively 'tame' I suppose. Uhhh perhaps a bit fluffy for the content. Word count: 1.8K (Its so short by my normal standards, I will up the word content as we go on) Special shout out to @seventeencryinghorses-blog for the Shanks request!

You didn’t do surprises. It wasn’t because you didn’t enjoy the time and effort it took to keep things quiet, but the unfortunate fact that Shanks managed to ‘discover’ them early every single time. Even when you kept things under lock and key in your own private office on the Red Force, the curious man managed to sneak a glance at your plans. It was maddening beyond words as he would just smile that sincere smile, press a kiss to your temple, and leave you to stew in your fury. It wasn’t fair like your lover had a sixth sense in ruining your fun.

Until tonight, you would win the battle this time or go down in flames trying. Now, if only you could keep an aloof attitude as the gradual chaos of the bar began to escalate around you. You none too discreetly passed over a large purse of berri to the bar’s owner as you both watched a trio of beer glasses shatter from an errant fist pounding the table over a hand of cards.

“Just..let me know the damage in the morning..” You muttered apologetically as the barkeep nodded stiffly before shoving the purse into his apron. Evidently, you had failed to keep that calm aura as a single arm curled around your waist, kissing gently on the side of your neck. A faint hum of disapproval skittered over your skin when the sour expression on your face didn’t budge. Every single moment the crew decided to up the ante, you could all but imagine the clinking of berri trickling down the drain. The tragic fate of a bookkeeper on a pirate crew meant that someone had to be fiscally responsible, or else it would be hardtack and gruel for months.

“Come on, it was a big score. Can you blame them for wanting to blow off a bit of steam..” Shanks grumbled as you tried to resist the urge to fidget when his hand cheekily squeezed your thigh. Once in a teasing manner and the second in a far more inquisitive way as your right leg shifted restlessly. The faintest jingle of the golden string around your ankle as the light overhead caught the reflection of the small trio of rubies between the golden beads. The bait worked like a charm as Shank’s focus went from your legs down to your feet. Thin sandals strapped to them, plain in comparison to the little anklet.

“That’s new..”

“Uh-huh.” You deadpanned as you saw your red-headed lover try to connect the missing pieces of some unseen puzzle. His dark eyes flickered from your ankle to your upper legs before leaning close to you within kissing distance as you took advantage to chastely press his lips to yours. The twitch of his face gave away a content smile that graced his features as you idly tapped your nails against his left cheek.

“So, is there anything else that is new to you?” Shanks asked in a singsong tone, and you rolled your eyes at his impatience. It was obvious you had something up your sleeve, and now he was going to go about prodding it with a verbal stick until he sprung the trap early.

“Well, if you think the crew can be without their brave leader for the rest of the evening, I can-”

“Done. Beckman, try to not let the lads get too out of control.” Shanks barked over his shoulder to his second mate, who gave a twitch of his cigarette in response to the order. You were quickly dragged out of the bar by your hand as you tried to stifle your laughter with little success.

“Shanks, this isn’t the-ah”

Your protest turned into a pitched whimper as Shanks took full advantage of the solid door behind you. The hot press of his lips against your throat was doing wonders for making you lose your train of thought. Another whine spilled from your lips when his knee pressed between your legs in a silent request for you to spread them apart. Now, his hand was dangerously close to the edge of your pants as your little noises seemed to be spurring his desire despite your best efforts.

“Shanks, this isn’t the surprise..” You uttered in a single rush of words before your own lust betrayed you. Shit, shit, you could all but feel the heat cross your face as his darkened gaze pierced through you. The light brush of his face against your jaw as he pressed the lightest of kisses to it, trying to coax further out of you as you seemed to fumble with your following words.

“Just..turn around..and look at the floor..” You asked weakly

“Turn around, and you bring me to your office to clean up a bit of spilled papers,” Shanks whined as he did as he was asked, and before him was a small collection of paperwork. A few lines were written here and there, nothing too important as you had been very selective in choosing.

“Seems like I lost all the strength in my hands. I needed my strong and durable Captain to do it for me. I’ll make it worth your while,” you purred as you lightly shoved him forward with a smile. At least he was willing to play along. He sighed deeply like a child asked to do a simple chore, but he still began the tedious task of shuffling the paperwork about on the floor.

Your steps were light and precise as you perched on the edge of your desk, watching him work. His eyes occasionally glanced up at you as you clicked your tongue, silently requesting him to focus on the task.

“It’s a surprise, Shanks, you can’t just-” You grumbled.

“Fine, I’ll ignore that the top button of your blouse is undone for your sake. But you can’t expect me to ignore-fuck, what are you-”

Shank’s words turned into a low hiss of surprise as you flashed him a bright grin; now, this was a reaction you had hoped for. Your nails clicked against the three remaining buttons as the edge of your ‘surprise’ peaked out from behind the white fabric. Your breasts nestled between three strings of pearls, giving some coverage but not enough to hide their lower swell. The light drag of the pearl’s cool surface against your nipples made your breath hitch for a split second as you could see Shank swallow quickly in response.

You were grateful that you had the foresight to start a small fire before the evening’s event went down. It was cozy in the room despite the ‘clothing’ that covered your upper torso. The white blouse slid off your shoulders with ease as you finished undoing the last button. You tilted your head to the side in a silent question as the string of pearls rubbed against one another at the movement.

“Surprised?” You teased as Shanks, speechless for the first time since you met, could only manage a single nod before hastily dropping the papers in his hand to quickly bury his face between your breasts with an apologetic muttering as you let out a slight squeal of surprise.

“Don’t break it, I spent time choosing each one..” You protested weakly as his teeth grazed over the top section of pearls, contemplating whether he should bite down. Thankfully, he did manage to have some restraint as he settled for something else entirely. His hand cupped your left breast, and you could hear his muffled curses at the sight before his tongue snaked inside the material to tease at your peaked nipple. Now it was your turn to muffle noises as your hands sank into his scalp, urging him forward with harsher hair tugs.

“There’s more if you. Shanks!”

Your words edged on scolding as the idea of ‘more’ seemed to snap the last bit of patience in the pirate. He wordlessly but gently pushed you down onto the desk, your back flat against it as he effortlessly removed the belt from around your waist. However, he paused to lean over your prone form to give you a gentle kiss that made your heart do a series of flips. His roguish grin dampened the aura of romance as his pointer finger dipped underneath the single copper button holding the pants in place.

“Well, doesn’t the pirate want to see more treasure..” You hummed

“I’m already looking at it..” Shanks retorted as you girlishly giggled at the line with a roll of your eyes. He quickly slid the trousers off, following the tantalizing sound of his belt and clothing joining the mess on the floor.

“Fuck, how did you manage-” Shanks hissed as his hand slid over the curve of your hip. Fingers lightly pulling at the duo of pearl strings taunt against your hip bone, admiring the cold sheen against your warm skin. The sensation of rough fingertips brushing over your form sent goosebumps rippling down you as Shanks’s inspection continued, the tip of his erect cock twitching with each new inquisitive touch.

“Now this. I definitely don’t want to break.” Shanks groaned as your legs spread a bit further to coax him in closer. You knew you were dripping with want as the off-white color pooled with a faint elasticity around the clutch of pearls positioned over your center before dangling downward to provide some concealment of your sex.

“There’s a tie on my right hip-oh gods, don’t-”

Your warning was too late as his fingers slid underneath the clutch of pearls, dragging his entire palm over your sex to smear your arousal over your wanting clit. It was all you could do with a clumsy hand to find the troublesome tie yourself as his fingers began to set a rigorous pace. Teasing the bundle of nerves with a hint of a smirk yo,u could feel your body twitch this way and that as your arousal was stoked.

“Faster, please. Just like that!” You panted with a pitch as you could feel the heat in your stomach begin to turn all the hotter as you tried to brace yourself by your elbows. Your panting filled the room as you tried to fight off the waves of pleasure for a few moments more before sinking into the blissful abyss. Your eyes fluttered with the faintest bit of acknowledgment as Shanks pressed the kisses in between the valley of your breasts, you could feel the high of your orgasm curl around you like a warm blanket.

“So, were you surprised?” You muttered as Shank’s low chuckle was all you needed to hear.

Finally, you got your victory.

At least, until you realized defeat wasn’t too horrible as you felt the hardened press of his cock against your inner thigh, waiting for the last flicker of pleasure to leave you before starting it anew.

#silverinkwrites #kinktober 2024 #shanks x reader #shanks x you #one piece shanks #red hair shanks #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece fanfiction

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the-doctor-3000 · 3 months ago

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Hello, can I request a Lion-O x fem reader.

A Fluffy Isekai, like reader was a human nerd who loved learning about animals and plants~ spending most her time camping, but ended up having an accident one day, then waking up in Third Earth.. she’s fascinated by this new world, ends up specializing in wilderness survival, learning about every species of plant, what’s edible and what’s not.. eventually coming across the Thundercats when foraging. She helps them with food and medicine, with Panthro asking if she’d join them. (He’s sick of the gang complaining about his cooking.. and her food was really good.) she agrees, having grown a bit lonely on her own, and smitten shenanigans between her and Lion-O begins

A/N: I am so sorry for taking so long to write this! I was experiencing a writer's block! Also, since you didn't specify whether you wanted it to be hcs or a one-shot, I decided to do a mix. I will be doing the hcs part in 2nd pov, but you can send me a message to change it if you want. I hope you enjoy it! And again, sorry!

Warnings: Fluff, my knowledge about camping (and things related to it) is non-existent, so I had to do some research - I apologize if they are not accurate. For those who also have no knowledge about it, please do not listen to the things that will be written in this fic as they may as well be false and read a book about it instead, or listen to a professional.

Found Love In The Wild

Y/n groaned as she felt a bright light on her eyes. She cracked them open with great difficulty. She sat up slowly, and her vision focused. She could see that she was in the middle of a desert. She rubbed her eyes and then looked again. She wasn't hallucinating. She was indeed in a desert.

She stood up, stumbled a little as she did, and took another look at her surroundings. Her eyes were half closed from the sun, her fists on her hips as she looked around for any signs of life. How did she even end up there? She could've sworn that she was on her way with her friend to camp in the woods.

She pinched herself to see if she was dreaming but nothing. She did it again, and still the same result. She trembling nodded to herself as she tried to take deep breaths.

"Okay, okay, okay." She muttered to herself. "So this just happened. Don't panic, y/n. Everything will turn out fine." She removed her shirt and tied it around her head. "Okay. Now I need... I need..." She snapped her fingers, trying to remember the next thing to do when you're lost in the desert. "Water! I need to find water, food, and shade!"

Once she found them - with great difficulty since the dessert was really huge and it wasn't easy at to find what she needed - she decided to build a makeshift tent because it was getting dark soon.

The next few days have been rough, but she tried to adjust as she explored. She used whatever she had and found in order to survive. At first, she had to deal with food and hydration. She never expected anything to attack her— Well, actually no, she did think that she might have to defend herself against wild animals, but she never thought that the animals would be humanoid lizards with deadly weapons almost identical to the ones humans have.

She started making her own weapons ever since the first interaction. She would even try to camouflage herself in order to avoid confrontation, if possible.

One day, in the woods, while she was hunting for food, she came across a group of cats. A tiger, a cheetah, two small wild cats (she thought), a panther, and a lion. There was another one, one who appeared to be the size of a pet. The creature was on the ground, laying with its belly up. It groaned in pain.

Y/n approached the group. Her footsteps had become as light feathers. She learned that during her time in the wild. She put her hand on its forehead to check its temperature.

They all looked at her, noticing her presence, and most of them were ready to attack her. She gently opened its mouth and sniffed a little.

"They ate holly berries." She spoke, ignoring the way they reacted. The small creature's stomach growled a little, and its face became green. It groaned in pain. "Can someone please fetch me some water?"

The cheetah female reacted fast to her request and brought her a flask. Y/n then put the creature in a better position so it wouldn't choke. The creature puked on her, and she winced a bit in disgust, but she didn't pull away as she patted it on the back. It was better if it threw up rather than hold it in. Once the vomit was over, she helped it drink water.

When it started feeling better, y/n gently wrapped her handmade cloak around it.

Now that their friend was alright, the interrogation began from the tiger. Humanoid, too. "And who exactly are you?"

Y/n looked at him, but the humanoid lion responded. "Easy there, Tygra. She helped Snarf."

"She still could be one of his spies."

Y/n sighed as she stood up and said. "I assure you, I am no one's spy. My name is y/n." She then pointed at Snarf. "May I know who the idiot who thought it was a good idea to feed them holly berries might be?"

All of them turned to the bigger cat, the panther. He responded. "Hey! How was I supposed to know it would be poisonous!?"

The lion male looked at y/n, fascination in his eyes. "How were you able to tell, though?"

"I've had some previous experiences, but I also had to learn in my time in this place as it seems that I am trapped here."

"Trapped here?" The cheetah female asked curiously.

"This world. Where I am from... well... let's just say that it's nothing like here." Y/n did not know how to describe her situation to them and if they would even understand it. "To keep it short, I am from another dimension, and I have no idea how to get back, and–" She stopped as she sniffed the air and covered her nose. "What is that disgusting smell?"

The cubs laughed at that. "That would be Panthro's cooking!"

"You brats—!" Panthro said with a glare. Y/n walked up to the cauldron. There was a soup of sorts inside. She took a spoon and tasted it. Tears formed in her eyes as she made a sour expression. She covered her mouth with a gag. "Oh, c'mon! It's not that terrible!"

Y/n did not even bother addressing him. She looked at the others and sighed. She then searched through her bag and took out some peppercorns. She put some in the soup, ignoring Panthro's protests, and started mixing.

She added some other herbs that the others had never seen before, and when she was done, she called them to eat.

Everyone appeared to be extremely satisfied with the results. Even Panthro, although he wouldn't admit it. The red-headed male came up to her with a smile.

"Hey, thanks for helping Snarf and for the food."

Y/n returned the smile. "I am pleased that my assistance is appreciated."

"Sorry about Tygra." He said apologetically. "He doesn't trust easily."

"I've noticed."

He put out a paw for her to shake, which she did. "I am Lion-O, by the way." He then gestured to the others, one by one. "These are Panthro, Wilykit and Wilykat, Cheetara, Tygra, and Snarf."

Y/n nodded. "Interesting names for interesting... uhm... people." They stopped shaking hands. "I better get going. It was nice to meet you all. Well... most of you."

"You could always join us!" Wilykit chimed into the conversation with her brother.

"Yeah!" Wilykat added on, nodding in agreement. "We could really use someone with healing abilities!"

"And someone who knows how to actually cook, too." Kit said in a feign whisper.

"Hey! I heard that!" Panthro shouted in the distance, offended.

Y/n looked at the others, if they were okay with that. They didn't seem to hold any objections to this. She spoke. "I don't see why not. It's not like I have places to be, and it has been quite lonely lately—"

Kit and Kat, as they told her to call them, cheered in happiness.

And that's how it all began. The day you joined the Thundercats.

And of course, it didn't take long for the lion prince, now king, to start falling heads over heels for you.

I want to safely assume that it would be a 'he fell first, she fell harder' scenario. Mostly because I am one hundred percent sure that Lion-O would be the first to have a crush on his significant other. Plus, I think it would take lots of time for a human to fall in love with a... humanoid cat. (Wow... what a sentence 😂😭)

Anyway, moving on!

When you both started having a crush on each other, it would be so obvious to everyone, but you two.

I think the reason would be insecurity.

Though after you get over that and do confess to one another, you two are very lovey dovey.

You two would hold hands whenever you walked side by side, felt threatened, or generally.

After finishing a conversation with the entire team or just the two of you, you will give him a peck on the cheek and walk off.

The twins would probably find it cute until you kiss in front of them.

Lion-O loves hearing you talking about the things you like and whenever you all aren't in danger, he takes you on picnics and camping – a little further from the Thundertank just in case Mumm-Ra's forces attack – for dates.

He wants to show you that he listens to you.

Sometimes, he will often try to recreate some of your favourite memories from your world or even attempt to bake your favourite sweets with Panthro.

Which ends in disaster, but you still love the gesture.

#lion o x reader #lion-o x reader #thundercats x reader #thundercats 2011 #thundercats #human reader #female reader

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likesunsetorange · 11 months ago

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Need her to drunkenly over tip by a huge margin again and for Eren to witness 😭

He tries to argue with her in the car but her head hurts and she’s certain she’s better at math than him even if she is drunk!

LOL maybe bc im bored and taking a break from writing and i miss writing them cute bc i love them so much and its depressing writing them hate each other lol so here’s a little mini drabble!! also tried to combine some of the hc’s we’ve made that i happened to remember!!

(this is when they’re on good terms finally btw)

For all intents and purposes, Mikasa, albeit surprisingly, can handle her liquor.

How exactly? Eren’s not really sure, it’s something that still confuses him, especially when he’s certain she doesn’t weigh more than 140 lbs, he can’t quite comprehend where all the alcohol she drinks goes to. He’s sure it has something to do with her previous partying trysts, developing a tolerance over time. But from what Eren’s seen, some way, somehow, unless she’s purposeful in her drinking, she can normally make it out of a night unscathed, ending up mostly coherent at the end of the night.

So it’s because of this, Eren can’t seem to understand why tonight of all nights, she’s drunk beyond her means off two beers and a shot, as if it’s her first time drinking.

It’s Mikasa’s decision in the first place why the end up at the bar. After a day of running around, Mikasa wanting nothing more than to go to some new exhibit and an art gallery in Chelsea, in which she spends the entirety of their time their explaining every little detail of every art piece to Eren (which Eren finds himself enjoying more than he would like to admit), she insists on stopping at a few places he would like, feeling bad she drags him around to do her bidding; and then it’s only customary they get something to eat, knowing the two of them would be too lazy to cook once they got back.

But Mikasa, instead of ordering much to eat, orders a round of shots which they take together, and two beers (to Eren’s great surprise), and somehow ends up drunk. Her face flushed pink and her words beginning to slur, the customary signs of a Drunk Mikasa. She even starts scooting closer to him, whispering little jokes into his ear.

“Eren,” she whispers, trying to hold back giggles. “What do you call a sad strawberry?”

Eren raises a brow, wondering where this could possibly be going. “I don’t know, tell me.”

“A blue berry,” her words almost inaudible between laughs.

He can’t help but laugh a bit, because he can admit, it’s a little funny. He finds he likes this laid back version of her, when she’s seemingly more relaxed, not worrying about the things that he knows plague her mind—the side of her hates to see, plagued by her familial issues that cause more of a strain on her heart than she likes to admit. But on days like today, her steps are a little lighter, her smile a little brighter, and it’s hard to not be infected by her joyous mood.

“You’re ridiculous,” he says, shaking his head, but his mouth is upturned, clearly amused and endeared.

“I’m actually berry funny,” she counters in between laughs as she lightly sways side to side, almost causing her to fall out of the barstool before Eren steadies her.

After this, he can see how drunk she is, and flags the bartender over, ordering her something to eat, knowing they should probably get going soon before she gets any drunker.

He watches her as she sits at the bar beside him, picking at the fries he forced in front of her just a few minutes prior. She props her head up on her hand, face visibly flushed crimson, sporting this dopey smile on her face that Eren can’t help but find endearing—she’s so fucking cute.

“Eren,” she says turning to face him, “can we go now?” Her voice is sweet, the tone she uses every so often, the one that always gets him, it lacks the snappy tone she normally uses, even now that they’re on good terms.

“Mikasa, you need to eat something, you’re drunk,” he protests.

“I can be drunk at home; I’m tired,” she whines, her face almost forming into a pout—such a brat.

He almost succumbs to her wishes, much like he always does, knowing she does somewhat have a point. After a day full of running around—much like they always do—even he wants nothing more to go back to the apartment, shower, and go to sleep. But he would rather not deal with her being in a mood in the morning because she’s hungover.

“Just hurry and eat your fries and we can go.”

Though, Eren fails to realize that Mikasa, albeit drunk, is still Mikasa and does as she pleases. He watches as she waves the bartender over, her motions a little wobbly, and motions for the check. They’re one of three groups of people in the whole dive bar, so the bartender is back within a under a minute’s time, check in hand, Mikasa already having taken her card out ready to pay. He takes her card, handing her back her receipt for her to sign for it.

Eren sighs, knowing he isn’t going to win this battle, and watches as she signs, before she hands him the receipt.

“Here, hand this to him so we can go,” she says, her usual snappy tone back.

Eren reads over the receipt eyeing the original price and then the final price with tip, seeing Mikasa tipped him well over 100%.

“Mikasa, why did you tip him so much?”

“What do you mean, I tipped him 20%,” her voice confused. She stands up from her seat not wanting to continue the conversation, before grabbing Eren’s hand almost a bit forcefully, and pulling him from the stool. “C’mom, Hannes is here let’s go.”

Eren leaves the receipt on the counter, knowing there’s not much of anyone in the bar to grab it anyways, before allowing Mikasa to tug him along outside. He sees the usual SUV, and holds the door open so Mikasa can hop inside, and slides in behind her, opting to sit in the back with her.

“So do you usually drunkenly overtip people?” Eren finally asks once the car starts moving, Mikasa leaning her head against the seat with her eyes closed.

“What are you talking about, I tipped him correctly. I know how to do math Eren, I’m a Columbia graduate, thank you very much.”

“Mikasa, you tipped him $100 on a $55 tab.”

Mikasa opens her eyes to look at him, her face shocked. “You’re giving me a headache, stop talking,” she huffs before leaning against him, clearly wanting to end the conversation. Eren doesn’t mind her touch, almost leaning into it, clearly receptive of her (rare) physical affections.

“It’s this damn bow you wear all the time,” he jokes, tugging lightly at today’s pink ribbon.

“Well take it out then,” she says, not bothering to open her eyes.

He does as instructed, pulling on one of the strings, and taking off her hair tie, watching as her hair comes loose. “Thank you,” she mumbles. Her face visibly softens, almost as if his joke was half right, the tension instantly leaving her face once her hair is down.

“You know, there’s worse things you could be doing drunk, you’re just a generous tipper, who would’ve thought,” he jokes.

“Fuck off, I’m a nice person, okay.”

“Yes, Mikasa, you are,” he teases. “Now go to sleep, I’ll wake you up when we’re home.”

#bodyguard au #asks #eremika fic #eremika #vic’s drabbles

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melancholysway · 2 years ago

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Howdy, (yes I'm southern) I'm Blue!!! Quick little fact about me: if I don't find some fanfics over 03 Donnie and fast, I'm gonna go fucking feral. Like out in the woods picking berries feral. Literally heart eyes every time I see him. It's marriage on the spot if he ever walks through the door. Like I got the ring already picked out and everything.

Anyways, it would fan fiddly tastic if you could provide me and all my mentally disordered brethren with some hcs over how the 03 boys would be with s/o who has Aspberger's syndrome. Think autism but watered down. If you would like some examples of behaviors and habits that stem from this, just let me know! If you have time for a long shot that would be epicly epic but I get it if a short shot would be easier for you.

Why don't I just right them myself? Next question!

Alrighty drink water and have fun!!!!

Hi Blue! First off, thank you for the explanation on Asperger's! Your information helped me write this fic to the best of my ability to fit your descriptions.

Second off, I'm so sorry this took fucking forever, I'm finally on summer break from the semester omfg. You also told me that the term "aspie" is not derogatory and since I had no idea how to tell the reader that Y/n in this fic has Asperger's, I thought it would be okay to just use "Aspie" when describing the reader in the title. If you don't like it, let me know and I'll switch it out :)

I'm fulfilling requests in the order they are received, which is also one of the reasons I held off on writing at all, because I really had a good idea for this one and wanted to write this first!

I really hope you enjoyed! I'm excited to be back writing!

TMNT 2003!Donnie x Aspie GN!Reader: WeekDay(s) in the Life of Donnie & Y/n

With Donatello getting together with you, he had to get used to a few things. Not that he already wasn’t aware since you were friends before dating, but just some things to keep in mind when it came to you:

1. You got into something new, like, every week. Sometimes, you’d get stuck on one thing and drop the one before. He had to learn how to get up to speed with your interests and hyper-fixations.

Not that it bothered him, but he always wants to understand and learn what and why you’re so hyper-fixated on, even if it meant dropping his lab time to learn about it from you.

2. He has to explain his subtle sarcasm since you usually don’t pick up on it.

As in, if he makes a joke, sarcastic remark, etc, and you don’t understand it, he doesn’t mind taking a step back to explain the syntax and linguistics of why it’s funny to try and get you to laugh

3. Unexplained excitement, he tries to match your energy for things you randomly get excited about, and it includes when you hand flap as well. Common among those with Asperger's, those that become excited hand flap as a stim.

Despite Donnie’s usual quiet nature, he gets excited as well, especially if he has a “breakthrough” in his experiments, so he 100% understands the excitement part.

He already understood most of how Asperger’s worked when it came to you alone and getting to know you more.

It actually surprised him when you asked him to be your boyfriend. He seriously wasn’t expecting that to come out of your mouth.

“Turtles are cute, you’re cute, duh, Don.” He’s sold. He liked you before, but now? How you’re not phased by his appearance? It’s perfect.

In order for Donatello to understand you more, he decided to keep a journal in which he keeps track of everything about you and all about Asperger’s. The reason being, well, he really wanted to know how to be a supportive boyfriend for you!

Here’s a week-long entry from his initial observations, interactions, and thoughts- and guess what? It’s all about you! Cheers to the beginning stages of the relationship!

MONDAY:

In the afternoon, Y/n came into my lab, with the usual antics I would expect. However, I wasn’t sure why they were so excited.

“And then I found out about how they eat their mates, and now I have to ask you, my super smart boyfriend, why?!”

Even though Y/n could have done a quick Google search, I loved that I was asked to answer that instead. It makes me feel included in their excitement, so I try to take part as much as I can. I’m actually not sure what possessed Black Widows to eat their mates, but it’s still pretty messed up. And if this excites Y/n, who am I to not share the reasoning? It’s cute, how excited they can get. I love it.

“Well, um…”

“Isn’t that just a socially acceptable form of cannibalism? Like, why did we make that okay? Or, why aren’t there spider laws in place to protect male widows? Or even….wait, why that look on your face?” Y/n probably thought I was lost, or annoyed even.

I wonder what face I had on that caused Y/n to move on to talking to Mikey instead and hyping him up about justified cannibalism, yet I felt incomplete. But, if Y/n’s mind is moving quickly from topic to topic, person to person, I should wait until they come back to me. In the meantime, generating a long fact sheet about Black Widows for Y/n is on my to-do list.

Maybe I should’ve said how I wasn’t annoyed. In fact, I was intrigued.

Donnie’s Notes:

Y/n’s actually right, Widows are just socially acceptable cannibals

Make a Black Widow fact sheet

Tell Y/n tomorrow that I wasn’t annoyed

Search up potential jokes about Black Widows

TUESDAY:

Today, I thought I’d test the waters with some Black Widow jokes. I’m gonna be honest, I looked them up. There are not many on the internet, and as smart as I am, I sort of lack in the joke department. That’s more Mikey’s thing, anyway.

So when Y/n came into my lab today, I wanted to impress them with my (stolen) joke.

“I actually have a gift for you,”

“Donnie, you really don’t have to get me anything.” Y/n’s typically straightforward and honest, though my gift isn’t materialistic, it’s still of interest to them.

“Why do Widows kill their partners after they mate?” After wiggling my nonexistent eyebrows, I’m still met by Y/n’s usual stoic expression to my jokes or remarks.

“Is this an actual question? I’m not really sure, that’s why I asked you.” Y/n says though I can tell based on the awkward neck scratching that they don’t think for a moment that it could be a joke.

“No, they can’t stand listening to them snoring. Ba dum psh!”

“...”

Okay, not my best joke.

“Sorry you had to sit through that awful joke, but, I made you this-” After printing out the document I wrote up for Y/n, they watch as the paper comes out from the printer. Fresh, the best kind of printer paper.

“It’s a…” After examining the paper for a minute, it ends with Y/n smiling. I added photos, statistics, and everything I could find about Black Widows that Y/n might want to know.

“Wow! Thank you, Donnie! You’re such a smart guy, this really makes up for the horrible joke earlier!” Ouch, but, they’re not wrong. It was an um…shitty joke, to say the least. I should’ve rehearsed it in the mirror.

The rest of the day Y/n was in the Lair consisted of a recall of all the facts on the sheet. We spent our time doing thorough research on the ones that Y/n was particularly interested in. The red mark on the spider’s backs, why they eat their mates, and (for some reason) we went down the rabbit hole of “famous” human cannibals. Upon further research, we learned that if you salt human meat, it actually contracts. It grossed me out but sparked Y/n’s interest. I kind of wanna stop eating pepperoni pizza now. Mushrooms were always my favorite topping, anyway. I was NOT going to make a fact sheet for human cannibalism. In fact, I decided to go with the flow of Y/n’s interests, if we were focused on Black Widows for the week, that’s what we were focused on.

Come to think of it, Y/n has introduced me to many new facts that I never knew about when it came to their interests. Crystals, trees, birds, anything. I’m usually only fixated on science/microbiology, not the bigger things that make up our world. It’s one of the many things I really like about Y/n as a person and as a partner. I’m constantly learning something new despite being a technical genius. Haha, I just called myself a genius, is that narcissistic of me?

WEDNESDAY:

Since today was our group sparring day, Y/n came in the early evening to watch us. Although they’re usually interested in sparring physically, they just didn’t seem up to it, which was fine by Splinter. He was always adamant about observing and learning by watching. Plus, Y/n seemed to be really entertained by our sparring.

I hope I don’t mess up today, I’d hate to feel embarrassed. I think Y/n prefers to watch us since its fewer eyes on them, which is understandable. The center of attention wasn’t always their favorite thing, anyway.

I’m learning more things about Y/n day by day, and writing it down is making it easier to keep up with whatever they’re interested in. Because I was invited to watch a short documentary about Black Widows at Y/n’s apartment, their current interest seems to be just that. Not that I’m bothered, however, Raph seems a little nervous that Y/n’ll somehow find one and bring it down to the Lair to show us. He usually isn’t fazed by their sudden interests, but THIS one got him in a chokehold. I don’t think Y/n would actually find a Widow, though.

~~~

I was…well, embarrassed. Turns out, Mikey had some new move up his sleeve, and body slammed me to the ground. So, so, so embarrassing.

“Woah! You okay, Donnie? Mikey slammed you into next week!” Despite the pain I was in, I still flashed a small smile, to let Y/n know I was fine. They seemed to be really into my safety of the little things. Sparring, during lab experiments, etc. I actually played back the many times I was given a lecture from Y/n about lab safety when they caught me not wearing goggles. I wear them all the time now.

THURSDAY:

It’s day 4 of Black Widows. I decided to set up a docu night in my lab with Y/n. It included their favorite movie snacks (Y/n gave me a list just in case I planned something like this and was unsure of what to get them) as well as mine. Though I’m not sure if I can stomach a Widow eating its mate, I’ll endure it for Y/n’s sake.

Y/n loved the documentary. It’s a trend I’ve noticed when I began to date them. Whatever we did didn’t matter, as long as we were both interested in what we were doing and doing it together. These past few days I’ve learned a lot just from Y/n’s sudden interest that I'm beginning to enjoy it equally as much. I wonder if I can find other media that might excite them.

I had the urge to cuddle Y/n, though I only acted on it after the documentary. I thought I’d be distracting, only for them to tell me they were waiting for me too.

I hope Mikey (or worse, Raph) doesn’t find this, but I seriously got butterflies when I had them in my arms. I held a loose grip, just in case Y/n felt restricted in any way, but they seemed to enjoy it. Plus, if they didn’t, they would’ve told me.

FRIDAY:

Nothing much out of the ordinary happened today.

(that's a lie)

Y/n actually asked to kiss me today before leaving. Which I don’t think I was ready for. Sure, I’ve been thinking about kissing them, but I wasn’t sure how to do it or ask. But Y/n- blunt as they are- straight up asked. I think that’s one of the great contrasts between me and Y/n. It’s in their nature to just say what’s on their mind or be blunt. Straightforwardness doesn’t come easy to me, but I find it to be beneficial when it comes to our relationship so far. Though we’re still in the beginning month of our relationship, I think a way I’m stepping out of my comfort zone is being with Y/n- who appears to be the polar opposite of me in terms of socialness. I’m more reserved or to myself, usually talking when spoken to, or if something’s really important that I have to share.

I admire that part of Y/n- even if they aren’t aware of it. I could really work on saying what’s on my mind more.

So when Y/n asked out of nowhere if they could kiss me, why would I refuse? Of course, I wanted to!

And you know what, little journal? It was amazing. My first kiss and it was with someone special.

Donnie’s Notes:

Quickly yet informatively, I’m learning more and more about Y/n and how Asperger’s affects them every day. I’m learning that it’s okay to be extremely giddy and excited over something in my lab, knowing Y/n would love to hear about it and geek out with me too. I’m learning that Y/n genuinely enjoys my lab, and finds something new in it every day to ask me about since it’s always changing and growing. They enjoy what I have to say, and if it comes down to it, we could go weeks straight talking to each other about whatever interests us. I learned that whenever Y/n gets really excited when talking, they do this gesture with their hands- and when I asked- it’s called hand flapping. A response to when their mind gets excited and their body has to show it. It’s adorable, just like them.

And that, dear readers, was Donnie’s week-long journal entry about you.

Though he’d literally take this to the grave, it’s nice knowing that Donatello takes an interest in you as a person and your personality, understanding how you operate and continuously attempting to match your energy.

2003 Donnie is extremely pensive; constantly wanting to do new things or learn new things

So, what better way than to do it with his S/O, who ALSO has a constant need for excitement in new information or concepts?

Needless to say, dating Donatello entails that you will not be disappointed! Donnie is peaceful, has a thirst for knowledge, becomes hyper-fixated on little inventions, loves learning new things, and loves a S/O who can have the same multitude of interests as him (even more!)

For: @thats-not-very-cash-money-of-you

Taglist:

@bee-1n-space @ducky-died-inside @xnorthstar3x @writingandcrying

Masterlist

D I S C O R D

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #raphael #leonardo #donatello #tmnt headcanons #tmnt imagines #tmnt x reader #donnie x reader #tmnt 2003 #donatello x reader #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt fanfics #tmnt donnie

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deathlikelead · 8 months ago

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tagged by mx. leah @whatwouldmickeydo who i love and miss much for joy list thursday! 🎉

things that bring me joy lately

- being tagged in tag games!!! ilysm!

- juicy fruit gum

- watching yellowjackets with my mom

- watching anything with bri

- writing with julia

- getting to take my t shot every week

- snuggling with gabriel my not lap kitty

- weekend fishing trips with my cousin

- actually being able to take a break from smoking without feeling like i'm gonna die (this is the first time i've been able to in three years)

- getting the hang of my new jobs

- the gift package myn sent me!!

- (and the one i'm putting together for her)

- that i get to ship bri's gift package soon

- the triple berry frosty from wendy's

- when gabriel meows at me to get my attention

- my garden and getting to harvest things i grew for the first time

- learning amigurumi

i'm gonna tag @freezrbride @y0itsbri @vintagelacerosette @1million @leiflitter @kittyjarry @limb @suchagallabitch @mikhailoaleksandrmilkovich @sam-loves-seb @dykexenomorph @adakechi @subjecta5newtella @thelrea @heymrspatel spread the love (or don't) mwah

#tag game

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gaypiece · 10 months ago

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Another Life; Ch 3

The next part of my isekai daydream fic! I am gonna work on making a master list w/ synopsis soon too

Ch1 Ch2

Chapter 3: Coming Out

☁︎ word count: 3.9k

☁︎ cw: named self insert, coming out as trans, intentional/unintentional not eating

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The official story that Law had decided to tell the crew was that I woke up missing memories. He told them a partial truth; I don’t know how I got on that island, and I don’t remember exactly where I came from, but we could guess that it was very, very far away. He didn’t want to tell them what I had told him, insane as it seemed. Saying that I was from far away was the easiest explanation, and it would make more sense when things that were commonplace here surprised me, or when I used slang from where I came from. Law told the crew that until I could figure out where I came from and how to get back, I would be staying aboard as part of the crew. However, I would work alone in this endeavor. Every crew member’s number one priority was to follow the captain’s orders, and I was no exception. Therefore, whatever research I did would have to be on my own time. It seemed reasonable enough to me. I did tell him that I wouldn’t ask for help, and if I was staying, I needed to pull my weight.

Something I didn’t expect was to have my own room. It was more of a storage room, but it did contain a bed, and a desk with a chair. The room was right down the hall from Law’s. I supposed it was the best option that he could think of if he wanted to keep an eye on me, as he told me he would.

Tasked with helping me settle in on that first day, Ikkaku helped me clean out my new room to make it liveable. We left the door open as we worked, allowing other crew members to come by and introduce themselves. Internally, I compared it to moving into a college dorm room, and silently laughed at the thought. Some things I decided to keep in the room, such as a few old books that looked like they had been read cover to cover many times before being stored here. I also kept some spare paper and writing utensils, along with a couple more boiler suits, which I would also modify to accommodate my tail. Ikkaku told me that at the next island we stopped at, she would take me shopping to get some clothes of my own, so I wouldn’t have to wear the boiler suits all the time. I told her not to worry about it; I didn’t have a single berri to my name.

“I can cover you!” she insisted. “I have some extra money. Plus, I’m just glad to finally have another girl around.” She must have noticed my discomfort, because she asked, “What’s wrong?”

I couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment. I hadn’t been expecting to talk about this so soon, but I figured that Ikkaku would be open minded, kind as she was. She also seemed to like me already, so I didn’t think that something like this would change that. “I’m. . . not a girl,” I mumbled.

Ikkaku gave me a confused look. I shot a panicked glance at the open door, not wanting others to overhear. I would tell them when I was ready. Ikkaku seemed to understand, and moved to close it, giving us some privacy.

I took a deep breath as I prepared myself to speak. “I’m. . . transgender. I don’t know how things are here, but that’s what we call it where I’m from. I was born with the body of a girl, but in my heart and soul. . . I’ve always been a boy. I know that my appearance is misleading, especially because I dress and act fairly feminine, but being a feminine boy suits me better.” I couldn’t look at Ikkaku as I spoke, wary of her reaction.

”Oh,” she deadpanned. When I glanced up at her, she seemed to be far away, thinking. She blinked at me. “So, you’re a boy, but you’re a girly boy?”

”That’s one way to put it.”

”Okay.” She blinked again. “So we can still do girl stuff together?”

I laughed, half with relief. “Yes, as long as you don’t call me a girl.”

”Okay,” she repeated, perking up. “So I’m taking you shopping as soon as we get the chance!”

”Sure,” I laughed, humoring her. “If that’s what you want to do.”

With the nerve-wracking task of explaining my identity out of the way, I was able to relax further, finding myself more comfortable with Ikkaku. I asked her not to mention it to the other crew members, telling her that I would talk to them when I was ready. She agreed without question.

No longer needing privacy, I opened the door. I was startled to find a towering figure dressed in orange on the other side.

”I wasn’t eavesdropping!!” Bepo cried, then hung his head in shame. “But I did hear everything. . .”

I hesitated. I knew Bepo’s character to be sweet and caring, but I also knew that he was Law’s first mate. If he thought something was amiss. . .

My thoughts were interrupted by Ikkaku shuffling past me to Bepo’s side. She hugged him, grinning widely at me as she did so. “You don’t have to worry about Bepo blabbering to anyone, he’s a real sweetheart.”

”I promise not to tell anyone your personal information!” Bepo nearly shouted.

I couldn’t help but smile at his vehemence. “Okay, okay. I trust you. Now quiet down before someone hears you,” I giggled.

”Sorry.” The polar bear hung his head again

I smiled warmly at him as I returned to my task of cleaning. “You don’t need to apologize, Bepo.”

He perked up. “Do you guys need any help?”

Just like that, Bepo and I became friends as well. I was surprised with how easily I seemed to make friends here. Socializing had always been a difficult feat for me, and I wouldn’t have expected that to change here.

I wish that making friends with Uni would have been just as easy, but he seemed to detest me from the moment I set foot in the kitchen. He didn’t allow me to cook; The closest thing to cooking that he allowed me to do was food prep. He would often comment on how slow I was, that my dices were uneven, anything negative he could seem to think of, but nothing too harsh. Most of my time in the kitchen was spent cleaning. I picked up after Uni, put away occasional leftovers, and washed dishes after meals.

Maybe it was a little excessive of me, but I also often went into the mess hall as people ate, making sure they were eating enough, maybe refilling their drinks as needed. During these times, I tried not to notice whether or not Law was attending the meal, but I would always notice. Maybe it was my stupid crush, or the fact that he told me he would be keeping an eye on me, but I was always hyper aware of him. I could feel his eyes on me when I wasn’t looking, but the moment I did, something else seemed to be holding his attention. I noticed that although the rest of the crew came down for every meal, Law would often skip lunch. Whether it was because he was so absorbed in his own duties, or wasn’t hungry, I was unsure. But, as I stated before, I always noticed.

A few weeks had passed since I joined the Heart Pirates. We hadn’t been to land since I joined, but I knew that we would soon. We were working with our last bits of food, and needed to restock. I was relieved when Bepo told me that we would reach land by noon the next day. Sitting next to Bepo at the breakfast table, Law didn’t comment, seeming absorbed in his coffee and eggs. This wasn’t unusual.

Law hadn’t spoken to me much in these few weeks, only giving me the occasional order, and remaining short with me otherwise. I was too shy to try to converse with him, so we didn’t talk. I was surprised that he didn’t keep a closer eye on me, or even question me from time to time. Maybe he didn’t think of me to be much of a threat anymore. The thought pleased me a little, but I still wished slightly that he would pay more attention to me.

Later that day, Law didn’t attend lunch. Normally, this wouldn’t bother me, as I knew this was the meal he usually skipped. However, I remembered what a small breakfast he had that morning. Coffee and eggs was not a meal big enough to get anyone through an entire day. I wondered if he was intentionally eating less, knowing the food was running out, so that the rest of the crew would get enough to eat.

I was so absorbed in my tasks and my thoughts that I forgot to grab some food for myself. Unfortunately, by the time I realized, the only thing that was left was a bit of tuna. All of the other sandwich fixings had been eaten, including the bread. Wait— bread. That was why he didn’t come to lunch. Luckily, I knew that we had a little bit of rice to spare, enough to make a couple onigiri for Law and myself. I decided to do just that, using the leftover tuna for filling.

As I prepared the rice, my nerves rose at the thought of simply interacting with the Captain. I wondered what he would think of the gesture, hoping he would appreciate it at the very least. If he was alone in his office, maybe this would be a good opportunity to come out to him as well. I hadn’t come out to a single person since that first day with Ikkaku and Bepo. I figured Law would be the next person I should tell, but the thought put my stomach in knots. Not to mention, we were both always busy, and there were always other crew mates around. I needed this to be a private conversation. So I decided that if he was alone, I would come out to him.

I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm my nerves before rhythmically knocking on the Captain’s office door, plate balanced in my other hand. My heart jumped a little when I heard his “come in,” from the other side.

As I stepped into the room, Law looked up at me from a book he seemed to be studying. His eyes widened just slightly before returning to his usual impassive expression. “Do you need something?” he asked.

I hesitated, tense. “N-no. I just noticed you didn’t come down for lunch, and that you didn’t have much for breakfast, so I brought you something to make sure you’re eating enough.” I carefully set the plate on his desk, then took a few steps back.

His eyes flicked over the plate, then back to me. The corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly, making my heart thud. He. . . smiled at me? “Thanks,” he said softly, picking up one of the onigiri, “but you don’t need to worry about me.”

I folded my arms over my chest. “I worry about everyone.”

”I know.”

I raised my brows in disbelief. “You know?”

He now gave me a smirk. “I told you I’d be keeping an eye on you. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you run around making sure everyone eats?” And here, I thought he wasn’t paying attention to me at all. “Speaking of which,” he gave me a stern look, “did you eat?”

I hesitated, and realized that I didn’t, lost in my thoughts as I was. I brought all of the onigiri I had made here, to Law. “No,” I admitted, mumbling, “some of those were supposed to be for me.”

”I thought so. Sit.” He nodded at the chairs in front of his desk, pushing the plate to where I would be able to reach it once I was sitting.

I panicked a little, realizing this would be the time to have that important conversation. “I should really get ba—“

He cut me off. “You had something you wanted to talk about, didn’t you?”

I froze, cheeks burning. “How did you know?”

”You’re an easy read,” he told me simply. Damn observant bastard. “Now, sit.”

I sighed in defeat, sinking into the same chair I sat in the first time I was in this room. I plucked an onigiri from the plate between us, avoiding Law’s gaze as I nibbled at it. I suddenly felt sick with anxiety.

I cleared my throat. “Um. . .” I began slowly, “This is kind of personal, but it’s important to me, and I think that you should know about it.” I glanced up at him. He stayed silent, eyes on me, waiting for me to continue. I looked away again. “Do you know what ‘transgender’ means?”

”I do,” he answered patiently.

I still avoided his eyes. “Well I’m— I’m transgender. I know I look and act pretty feminine, but I’m a boy. I’ve always been a boy. Internally, at least. . .”

”Okay.” His voice was gentle. I looked up at him finally, and his gaze was gentle as well.

”You don’t seem surprised.”

”Should I?”

”Well, I didn’t expect you to know,” I grumbled.

He hesitated, then admitted, “Bepo told me. Out of concern for you.”

That made sense. I couldn’t even bring myself to be annoyed with the polar bear. I had been afraid that he would tell Law, but he did it out of care. I knew his heart was in the right place.

”Why didn’t you say anything to me?” I asked quietly.

”I had a feeling you would tell me when you were ready.”

I nodded in understanding, looking down, away from him again. Neither of us spoke again until the onigiri plate was empty.

”Look at me, Aspen-ya.”

My heart skipped a beat when he said my name, and began to blush again. I looked up at him cautiously.

Law was giving me a hard look. “Let me know if anyone gives you trouble over it. I need my crew to act as a team, and I won’t have that if I have narrow-minded members who are harassing others. Understood?”

I gave a small nod, looking away. Eye contact was definitely not my strong suit.

”Aspen-ya.” I glanced up at him again. His tone was still stern. “I mean that. Don’t be afraid to come to me if anyone causes you problems. Got it?”

”Okay,” I said softly, looking down once more.

”I need to hear a ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”

I gave him a playful smirk, then said dramatically, “Yes, Captain.”

“Good,” he praised, returning my smirk. My heart thudded.

”You’re not usually this nice,” I observed suddenly. “I expected you to be much grumpier.”

He faltered, as if he hadn’t realized he was behaving abnormally until I said something. His head dropped, his hat shading his eyes from my view as he reverted his attention to his book. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered. I pretended not to notice the tinge of red on his ears. “You’re dismissed.”

Cute. I bit my lip in an attempt to hide my smile as I stood, grabbing the empty plate. “Aye, aye, Captain.”

”Tch.”

We didn’t exchange another word as I left the room, gently shutting the door behind me.

I spent our first day at our destination aboard the Polar Tang. Uni and I were in the kitchen for the whole day, storing the food and other supplies that our fellow crew mates brought from the town. At a time when we were alone, I came out to him. Since we worked together quite often, I figured he would be the next person I should tell. When I did, he gave me a blank look, said, “Okay,” and continued working. I wasn’t sure if I should take that as a good sign or a bad one, but he did seem to be nicer to me after that.

As promised, Ikkaku took me shopping the first chance she got. It was an effort for me not to be overwhelmed. Everything was different in this world, much more old fashioned. The way that things were operated, the trading, the bartering, were things that I had never experienced before, only read about.

The town we visited seemed to be a tight-knit community as well, the kind where everyone knew each other’s names. It was nice to see so many people getting along together. Where I came from, people mostly kept to themselves. I didn’t even know my neighbors’ names.

The townspeople were kind to us, despite our being pirates. They made sure that we had plenty of all of the supplies that we needed, even giving us discounts for buying in bulk. When buying clothes, the tailors willingly modified any bottoms I picked out to accommodate my tail, and did so at no extra cost.

I allowed Ikkaku to buy me only a few outfits, knowing I would wear a boiler suit most of the time anyway, and not wanting her to spend too much of her money on me. The clothing I picked out varied in seasonality, some cold weather items, others hot weather items. I would mix and match as needed. Today, I opted for jeans and a simple baggy t-shirt, wearing the outfit out of the store and carrying my boiler suit in the shopping bag.

Periodically during that day, we would run into other crew mates, also enjoying the free time allotted by the Captain. Ikkaku and I would pull them aside, and I would come out to them. It became easier each time. Luckily, no one gave me any trouble. Some, like Shachi, gave me strange looks, but didn’t push the matter. Most of them reacted like Ikkaku, open, understanding, and asking questions. I was grateful to be a part of such a caring crew.

When we came across Bepo, he was trying to help a small group of children. They had gotten their boomerang stuck in a tall tree, and Bepo was attempting to climb the tree to get it down. Apparently, Bepo was not a good climber. When he caught sight of me, he called me over to help, asking, “Cats are good at climbing, right?”

”I’m not fully a cat, Bepo,” I huffed. “But. . . I haven’t tried climbing anything in a long while. . .” I shrugged, “I could give it a shot.”

“Yes! I can give you a boost!” Bepo grabbed my hand and dragged me to the base of the tree.

”Woah, Bepo, slow down,” Ikkaku exclaimed. “At least let me take his bags from him first.”

”Oops. Sorry. . .”

I handed my bags to Ikkaku, giggling, “It’s okay, Bepo.”

Once my hands were free, Bepo assisted me to the lowest branch of the tree. I tried to ignore the multiple pairs of eyes on me as I climbed, concentrating on moving from branch to branch. I thought that I glimpsed a familiar spotted hat out of the corner of my eye, and really tried to ignore that one. There was no way I would be able to concentrate if I thought he was watching.

Climbing the tree was surprisingly easy. I was taken aback by how agilely I was able to move between the branches. What startled me more was the first time I slipped; Instinctively, I tightened my grip on the branch, and the flex of my hands made claws emerge from my nails, preventing me from falling.

When I finally reached the branch that held the boomerang, all I had to do was give it a shake, and it came tumbling down. The children below erupted in a fit of cheers. I looked down, analyzing the climb back to the ground, and instantaneously, I was on the ground, tumbling into Bepo.

He caught me, easily setting me upright. “Thanks, Captain!” he called.

My head whipped around to find Law standing several yards away, just further away than the rest of my audience. He stood casually, his sword leaned against his shoulder. He was giving me an appraising look, and I sensed a hint of teasing in his eyes.

I gave an exasperated scoff. “You couldn’t do that to the boomerang before I went through the effort of climbing the tree?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, turning to walk away.

I rolled my eyes. “I could have gotten down myself,” I grumbled, mostly to myself.

Law must have heard me though, because he turned back. Despite his neutral expression, his tone was teasing as he said, “I was trying to help, but if you insist. . .” He raised a hand, and suddenly I was in the tree again. My crew mates below laughed.

Caught off balance, I almost fell from my perch, but recovered quickly. “Cheeky bastard,” I mumbled as I began to make my way down the tree. Climbing down was not as easy as climbing up, but I was still able to do it without issue. Law stayed to watch me climb down, but turned and left as I got closer to the ground. He was gone by the time I made it back to Bepo and Ikkaku.

”Captain seems to be warming up to you!” Bepo observed.

“I guess,” I muttered.

Ikkaku slung an arm over my shoulder. “C’mon, Rain, don’t be like that! He wouldn’t mess with you if he didn’t like you!”

”Sure,” I appeased her. I couldn’t understand how or why Law could take a liking to me so quickly. I knew him to be quite reticent, and we hadn’t interacted much since I joined the crew. Something in my chest swelled at the idea that he was taking to me so well, but I didn’t want to read into it too much.

I averted my attention to my hands, interested in the new catlike trait I discovered I had. I flexed my hands and watched in wonder as tiny daggers poked out from under my nails, disappearing as I relaxed. I lightly pinched the tips of my individual fingers, making the claws reappear, one by one, just like a cat. Interesting. This would definitely be useful.

My crew mates marveled at the revelation as well, Ikkaku even taking it upon herself to take my hand and pinch my fingers to make the claws reappear as well. “Cool,” she breathed, poking the sharp tip of one of them. I nodded in agreement.

”Okay!” I said suddenly. “Enough with the attention on me! I wanted to check out that candy shop. . .”

The day ended with the whole crew on the beach. Someone had made a bonfire, and we cooked our own dinners over it, giving Uni a break from cooking. I sat off to the side, next to Bepo. Together we laughed at the antics of our crew mates. Hakugan chased Penguin with a flaming marshmallow on a stick, and eventually caught him, somehow setting himself aflame along with Penguin. I laughed until tears came as Shachi beat them with a spare beach towel, trying to extinguish the flame. Eventually, the night slowed down, and I began to drift off to sleep against Bepo, my face nuzzled into the soft fur of his arm. As I slipped into unconsciousness, I thought to myself, maybe I would enjoy my stay in this strange world.

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