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melobin · 2 months ago

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sohee + voyeurism ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

day six. you leave your door open for sohee.

warnings. roommate!sohee, male and female masturbating, voyeur!sohee

wc. 1.4k

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you were sneaky, oh you were so sneaky. maybe too sneaky. it never crossed sohee’s mind once that you left your door open on purpose, the gap gave him what he believed to be the perfect view of you laid out naked on your bed, pink toy in hand with your fingers running over your clit in slow circles. sohee thought he was in heaven, but he quickly realised no god would approve of him being such a pervert.

you and sohee had been playing a game that had lasted almost too long now, you had been roommate for around a year and in that time you had slowly reeled each other in but with no relief at the end. it seemed as if you were always baiting each other, always sharing glances and teasing touches without ever making a proper move. it was tiring, so you decided to step it up a notch, maybe more than just a notch.

you left your door open a little wide than ajar when you went to bed that night, making sure to go earlier than sohee so he had no choice but to walk past your room when heading to his own. you lacked nerves, you were more excited than you had anticipated yourself to be when stripping off your clothes and reaching for the toy you kept under your bed. you were almost certain that sohee had seen your dildo before, whether it was from snooping through your things or from the countless times you had accidentally left it peaking out from under your bed knowing he would be in your room to talk to you about something.

you were beyond horny at that point, your fingers itching to ease the throbbing in your core. you sighed in relief when your fingers finally made contact with your clit, you were surprised yourself at how wet you already were, clearly your plan had gotten to you more than you had realised. you shouldn’t have been too surprised though, just the thought of sohee seeing you making yourself unravel at the thought of him turned you on to no end. even if he wasn’t aware that he was the one on your mind, just knowing he’d be watching you was enough.

it didn’t take long for you to hear his gentle footsteps, they only lasted for a few short seconds before they stopped. you knew how they sounded when they reached his room, sohee didn’t get that far. you opened your eyes before shutting them again, being able to see the silhouette of his body between the space left open by your door told you everything you needed to know.

you let yourself be vocal, whimpering as your fingers circled with ease over your sensitive bud. you lifted your other hand that was holding the toy to your mouth, letting it fall onto your tongue as you pushed it deep between your lips. wetting the entirety of the toy before taking it out and doing it again. if sohee really was going to watch, you were going to put on a show.

sohee was floored, he felt as if his feet were glued to the wood beneath him as he stared forward at you. he couldn’t move even if he wanted to, which he definitely didn’t. watching you laying there, bare and spread out made his cock ache and watching as you lifted the toy to your lips and pushed it through them only caused his hand to slip into his sweats. he had his hand wrapped around himself before he had truly realised what he was doing, but he couldn’t help himself. he was already leaking onto his hand as he stroked himself, using his other hand to push down his sweats just enough to have his cock out so he could do it more comfortably.

sohee missed the way you opened your eyes for a split second, not noticing that you had already detected his presence. he was too caught up in the feeling of his hand around his cock, wishing it was you instead. that only grew when he watched you bring the toy down to your pussy and press it against yours lips. his eyes were open wide as he watched you part your legs wider, he had the perfect, full view of your slick cunt from where he was standing. it caused his cock to throb in his grip and his mouth to water.

he couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you eased the toy into yourself, your back arching and your fingers still rubbing your clit as you moaned. sohee’s hand tightened around his cock as you pulled the toy out before thrusting it back into yourself, picking up speed almost immediately. sohee could hear how soaked you were from where he stood outside of your room, the toy fucking into you causing the squelching sound to echo throughout the room and into the hallway. sohee was in awe as he watched you, the sweetest sounds coming from your lips as you fucked yourself in such a sinful way. he could tell you were feeling good, it was written all over your body and sohee loved it. he wished he could be the one making you feel that good, god he would’ve done anything to have his cock replacing the toy you were using. he was sure he was better than some flimsy, silicone.

his mind went blank as you shifted, he was prepared to run and hide when he watched you pull the toy out of your core and sit up. he watched carefully, hand stilled on his cock as you reached to get something from your bedside table and placed it on the bed, sticking the suction of the dildo to it before you knelt above it. his eyes widened again, hand beginning to move on his cock once more as he watched you sink down onto the toy.

sohee had a full view of your body now, he couldn’t take his eyes off of it as your tits bounced each time you sank back down on the fake cock. you seemed to moan louder now, whimpering out as your fingers went back to your clit and you moved up and down repeatedly. sohee’s hand found itself moving in time with you, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as the pleasure sent his head dizzy. he ended up leaning against the door frame, unable to stay standing as he bit into his lip even harder.

you were irresistible, so incredibly beautiful. sohee just wanted you once, wanted to hear you cry out his name as he fucked you better than some stupid toy. oh the vengeance he had against that thing. if he had you, he’d throw it away and show you how much better he could make you feel. he knew he could.

hearing you moan his name though, sohee thought it was something he could only dream of. so he was in disbelief when he heard you whimper it. at first he thought he misheard you, but then it slipped from your lips a little louder, followed by a pathetically cute please and his name once more. it almost made sohee cum on the spot, in fact he would’ve if it wasn’t for his hand tightening around the base of his cock. he couldn’t cum yet, he needed to cum with you and he could tell that you were getting close.

your hips bucked desperately against the toy, your eyes were squeezed shut as you fucked yourself on it, your fingers only moving quicker against your clit. your whole body shook as you felt the intensity close in on you. within the blink of an eye the pressure broke and you let out your loudest moan yet, your free quickly coming to cover your mouth as you came over your toy. sohee came with you, his cum dripping down his hand and onto his sweats. for a few moments he forgot where he was, his eyes shutting as he tried to calm himself down. he could still hear you breathing heavily as he opened his eyes.

sohee instantly felt the world stop. your eyes met his as you smiled sweetly at him. his lips refused to part, his tongue trapping itself as any words he could say to you got stuck in his throat. he found himself rushing to the bathroom and locking the door behind him. he needed to shower, to wash off any of the sins he just committed. but unluckily for sohee, the smile you gave him when you caught his eyes only made him hard all over again and he knew he was in for something when you knocked on the bathroom door and softly called his name.

“sohee? it’s your turn.”

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phoenixeclipse-lmkau · 1 month ago

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i see you like my crumbs, will you take another?

now hear me out:

reader looking after the cubs by grooming their fur.

at first they never would allow it, them looking after each other. but after awhile, maybe they need to be cleaned up quickly or perhaps they cant groom each other for some reason, and so they have their choice: reader or spirit.

they already know how proficient spirit is with monkey related things, so its a case of who they trust more.

reader has gave them pats and scratches, and perhaps removed things from their fur once or twice, but has no skills when it comes to grooming a monkey proper, but that certainly wont stop them from trying! it takes a while, with reader going slow, but afterwards, they are.. mostly clean? they really cant blame reader for not knowing how to do so, but she certainly tried her best!

and well, it certainly felt nice, that's for sure.

they don't always get both cleaned by reader, sometimes spirit grooms one of them as well. not often, and only when they absolutely cant get clean with in the timeframe they have. spirit doesn't put in as much care to make sure she isn't pulling hair and such. she isn't being mean, but she just prioritises efficiency over comfort, unlike reader.

as they grow closer and closer with reader, she gets more chances to groom them, getting more skilled at it as time goes on. after a while, they even try and return the favour, from time to time.

now, instead of only when they need it, they try and get a grooming session from reader whenever they're relaxing, loving the sensation of reader caring for them so gently.

but when they turn back...

it's a bit difficult to convince reader to groom them, especially when they kidnapped her.

monkey duo: ah yes, hello, i know we took you to the mountain and are never letting you go, but can you please clean our fur? even though us being in our true forms means we are bigger now, and thus take much more time?

reader, freshly kidnapped and pissed off: no, you aren't kids, clean yourselves

monkey duo: :(

a few hours later:

reader grooming a random cub that asked politely:

monkey duo: :(

monkey duo: >:(

i will be back with more crumbs at a later date, i hope you enjoy this one.

Hahaha!!! Omg this would totally happen!

Now don't get me wrong the monkey duo wouldn't be mad at the cub. They would never be mad at a cub. However they are mad that they aren't also getting grooming.

Macaque would be slightly more understanding because he is self aware that they did kidnap/courtnap you. Though he still doesn’t like that you won’t give him such attention yet. He is sure that eventually you’ll give in though.

“Darling,” Wukong called out as he opened the door to your room/ cage.

Immediately you backed up in your bed, a scowl easily spread across your face even through the fear that you felt. In his hands the Warlord held a tray of fruits, all freshly cut and carefully placed to look extra appealing. You barely looked at the offering that he tried to give you, instead watching the monkey demon.

Sun Wukong was tall, almost standing at six feet tall with deep golden eyes. His beautiful golden fur looked the same shade as when he was in the form of a cub. You almost felt betrayed when you had first seen his true form. He had been wearing his golden armor and extravagant clothing before but now? Now as he walked into the room he was wearing nothing but a pair of pants, showing off his furry chest and back muscles.

All you did was glare at the monkey demon as he set the tray onto a table in the room. You didn’t say a word as he looked over at you. You expected him to leave but then noticed Macaque also walk into the room, dressed the same as his mate. His normally dark fur gone in favor of his beautiful white coat that he only shows to you and Wukong.

“What?” You ask almost silently as you waited for their reason for staying.

“It’s been a week since you’ve arrived on the island,” Wukong started, a wide grin spread across his face as if he just told you something incredible.

You raise an eyebrow with confusion, “So-?”

Both monkey demons approached the bed and leaned against it, giving you a full view of their chests. You pushed down the blush that threatened to cover your face at the sight of them.

“We were hoping- that you’d be willing to give us a grooming,” Macaque was the one to speak.

Immediately you’re tiny bubble burst and you gave them a glare, “No.”

“Oh come on why not!?” Wukong yelled looking at you with a puppy dog look across his face, as he flopped himself on the ground.

At the action you backed up a frown spread across your face. You glanced at Macaque who unlike Wukong merely looked dejected but seemed to have accepted that you wouldn’t groom them. However his mate, was not the same case.

“Darling, love, precious gem, our precious Queen, please,” Wukong begged jumping onto the bed and laying his head on your lap before you could move.

You of course merely frowned and pushed him off of you a deep frown covering your face. Looking away you scowled.

>>><<<

A few hours later when you are sitting alone in the room after having sent the duo away, both being thoroughly disappointed. Slowly you had eaten the food they provided, you had to admit that it tasted delicious. Not that you would tell either of them that, especially right now.

*Chirp*

It was small almost silent, a tiny chirp caught your attention. Turning to look you saw none other than a small monkey cub. It was a little girl with curly dark brown fur and the brightest blue eyes. She was looking almost everywhere but at you and playing with the sleeves of her pretty pink Hanfu.

“Hello there,” You couldn’t help but coo at the cute cub.

Almost immediately she perked up her eyes wide as she looked up at you with a warm smile. Cautiously she walked up to you and sat down a little bit away before scooting a little closer and settling down. Curious you tilted your head before crouching down to her level.

“Is there something you need?” You asked calmly.

“C-Can you help me? I can’t get the knots,” She muttered pointing around her body to her back and you felt your heart squeeze. How could you say no to such a cute face?

You barely let out a sigh before sitting down on the floor in front of her. Immediately the young cub turns around and reveals her back to you pulling her clothing so you could reach where she couldn’t. With expert care and skill that you attained from grooming the two warlords before you knew who they were you carefully combed through her fur.

Gently untangling every knot and strand you smiled when she began to purr. It was calm and rather domestic. You didn’t even notice when someone leaned against the doorframe.

Macaque’s gaze watched you calmly, he crossed his arms across himself and found himself bitterly smiling. He wanted that attention, the attention that you were freely giving to such a small monkey cub. She was a runt so small and frail, someone who you were caring for without a second thought. You will make such a wonderful mother, the thought crossed his mind and he quickly pushed it away. At least he tried. The thought of you carrying his cubs was overwhelming, you would make such cute cubs.

He was only broken out of his thoughts when his husband walked by, “No fair!”

You jumped before whipping your head around to look at the warlords, Wukong in particular had an almost offended look on his face. He didn’t think it was fair, he wanted your attention too. He wanted your fingers combing and grooming through his fur, he was your husband! You were married as far as he or Macaque were concerned, he did everything needed with the courtship and courtnapping. Aside from consummation but you just weren’t ready for that.

“Why won’t you groom my fur too,” He practically whined stomping his feet.

The cub let out a squeak before scurrying away to get away from the warlord, only to get caught by Macaque’s tail. You felt a shot of fear through you for a split second before he gently cradled the cub in his arms. The look on his face was both disappointment and wonder as he handed the cub back to you. Something that you accepted without a second thought, which was the reason unknown to you that Wukong went silent.

You were so cute holding the cub, how did he miss that!? How would you look holding their cub? Both his and Macaque’s? The thought filled his head as he sat down on the ground, his tail thumping on the ground as he tried to calm himself down. You focused back on grooming the cub, weather because you simply wanted to or to avoid the warlords was unclear at this point.

I loved this ask! SO CUTE!! Honestly they will be less annoyed with you grooming cubs and more wanting you to have THEIR cubs. So Reader’s gotta be careful with that, luckily for her the monkey warlords are willing to wait. Even if they don’t want to. Sorry again for the waits on these but I am working on them!!

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azsazz · 1 year ago

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Cupid's Chokehold Bonus Smut Scene 2

Kinktober Day 20: Azriel x Reader [Rimming]

Summary: Azriel loves to watch you pray.

Warnings: Smut, rimming, oral (F receiving), fingering

Word Count: 1,610

Read Cupids Chokehold Here: (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part 7) (Bonus Smut Scene 1)

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Azriel lands in the red sands of the rooftop training ring at the House of Wind, silent as a mouse. His cock strains against his trousers at the sight of you, knelt down and praying to the Mother for your next assignment. He can hear you murmuring softly to yourself but the words don’t register, his gaze is zeroed in on the way your ample ass sticks high in the air, back curved in a way he knows is only to taunt him, with your long, fluffy wings splayed wide in the warm sand. You look ready for the taking.

He shouldn’t bother you, but he had to leave before you’d awoken this morning—riff raff in the Illyrian camps had somehow become his problem instead of Devlins—and he couldn’t ignore Rhysand’s command.

It had been quick work, making an example of those that were out of line, tangling them in a web of shadows as he made his threats clear, glaring harshly into every Illyrians skull, sending the message along to those who had the gall to meet his gaze at all. As simple as the task had been, Azriel doesn’t like leaving you, not so soon after the mating bond has formed. It chafes uncomfortably in his chest.

You gasp as he falls to his knees behind you. You knew he arrived, you could feel it in your soul, thanks to the tethering of your souls. You hadn’t quite mastered withholding your emotions from fluttering through to the other, so when you’d found your mate missing this morning, with a note saying he’d been sent on assignment but would be back before the bed got cold, you’d spent the morning teasing yourself with your fingers down your pants, mirroring those feelings down to him while he worked with a sly smile.

It seems as though you’ll be paying for that right now.

“Don’t stop,” he purrs, hands tracing the curve of your ass. You yelp as he spanks you, a harsh tap that makes the wetness between your thighs grow. Azriel traces up your body with skilled fingers, draping himself over you. His wings smother yours, chilled from the morning altitude and extending nearly four feet wider than your own. Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head, loving how he covers you whole. Azriel’s cock presses tightly to your ass as he buries his mouth into the juncture of your shoulder and neck, nipping at the soft skin there.

“Gods, Azriel,” you moan softly, grinding back against him. He’s a delicious weight against your back and he shudders at your broken noise, bucking into you. He sucks a deep, greedy mark into your skin that has your body trembling, his fingers snaking around your waist to rub against your clothed cunt.

“That’s right,” he hisses, stealing a kiss. You lean into him, and he loves just how desperate you are for him, whimpering as he slowly works his fingers across your cunt. The smell of your arousal coats the air thickly, and every inhale he takes is filled with it, sweet and heady on his tongue. “Keep praying to your Gods.”

You can’t, though, because you’ve forgotten all the words. Azriel has stolen them away with his mouth, his languid tongue tracing yours, demanding them from you.

You cry out as his fingers slide between your soft feathers, calluses brushing against the sensitive skin beneath them. Your body wracks with shudders and you clench your eyes shut tightly, fisting the sand. He’s allowed you to explore his wings, spread bare and wide for your taking. Azriel feels the need now to return the favor, surprised at how silken your skin is beneath the thick plumes of feathers.

There’s a soft kiss at your cheek and then Azriel’s pulling away again, pressing up to admire your ass, still in the air from where you’re crouched. He traces the lines of your trousers, no longer the white you’ve always worn, but a black pair, one he’d had made for you. You still aren’t all that comfortable wearing anything besides white, but his heart skips in his chest. If you’re wearing black, it’s for him, because you miss him dearly, and the color reminds you of him.

“Please,” you gasp weakly. His gentle, wandering touch is too much. You want him draped over you, his weight pressing the air from your lungs as he shoves his hot cock into you with a fervor that shows you he’s missed you as much as you’ve missed him. You want him pressed so tightly to you that you can’t even breathe, wings and limbs and lips tangled with each other, never apart.

Azriel hums, lighting up your skin. His hands snake back to your body, across your hips and dipping under the billowy softness of the shirt you’d stolen from his armoire this morning. His smell had consumed you, body and soul, but to be at such a distance from him was painful. It had been the only remedy that had eased the ache slightly, but now there is a different ache overtaking you as his hands cup your breasts, massaging and pinching and helping you kneel upwards so he can work the buckles of your pants.

You crane your neck over your shoulder, hands in his hair guiding his face down to yours. You devour each other, rough nips as you fight for control, the lust distance has grown tenfold clawing its way up your throat.

His tentative touch is no longer soft. Azriel yanks your pants down over your ass and you yelp as he bends you forward again, his large hand planted at the small of your back, guiding you into a steep bend, your ass full on display for him.

“Azriel,” you whimper, and he shushes you, admiring the view.

“You are the most perfect creature I have ever seen, love,” he’s breathless, and you keen. You can feel his cock twitching where it’s trapped in his leathers, resting against your seam. His free hand grabs hold of your hind firmly, the other sliding down as he spreads you wide. “I am going to completely ravage you.”

The admission has you grinding against him like a pathetic female, but Azriel doesn’t seem to mind. He adores the way your body moves for him, the slick he can see coating your cunt, though his gaze is focused completely on your pucker, fluttering with need.

You gasp and your body bucks forward at the shock of something wet landing right atop your hole. Azriel’s grip slides to your hips and he growls as he pulls you back to him, a warning low in his throat. His fingers find your cunt, fluttering over with a touch so lightly it nearly makes you chew through your lip. You want those thick fingers inside of you now, but before you can say anything he’s skimming higher, right across the wetness where he’d spit on your opening.

“Oh,” your moan is breathy, long and languid as Azriel explores your hole. He doesn’t press in, even if you want him to, just traces you like an artist admiring his muse. “Please,” you manage to struggle out, “More.”

Your mate obeys, allowing his instinct to take over as he swoops down, holding your cheeks apart as he licks a stripe from the bottom of your cunt all the way to your hole, bringing your juices with him. Your body shudders beneath him, wings flattening into the sands in pleasure.

“My greedy love,” Azriel comments, voice reverberating off of your sensitive skin. You whimper, shoving your ass back into his face for more.

The male doesn’t hesitate, licking tantalizing patterns across your pucker, his fingers biting firmly into the soft skin of your ass so hard you know there will be fingertip shaped bruises on your skin tomorrow.

Your body is buzzing with lust and adrenaline. You hadn’t considered this would feel so good, his tongue swirling around your hole, just as skilled with this area of your body as he is with your cunt. The soft strokes are mesmerizing, as are the noises of delight he’s allowing you to hear.

The soft strokes turn pressing as he points his tongue, kneading at your hole. You shout, trying to clench your trembling legs together as he works his tongue into your body. Relax, his voice infiltrates your mind and you do so immediately, the soft demand of his voice guiding your body soft.

More, you plead. I need more.

And more Azriel gives you, fucking his tongue in and out of your ass as he lets you grind back, taking from him what you need. His fingers hook into your soaking cunt, letting you fuck onto both his hand in your cunt and his tongue in your ass.

You can feel the burning cresting, moaning unabashedly in the morning light. If anyone wanted to train up here, they’d be in for quite the show. You don’t have it in you to care, not as the feeling of your oncoming orgasm churns hot in your loins and your mate picks up pace, fucking his fingers into your body and curling them just slightly, hitting the spot inside of you that has your vision edging black, like his shadows are trying to consume you whole.

You burst with a cry that shocks the city still. Clouds suspended in the sky, wildlife gone quiet as your noises echo through the mountains, down the stairs leading into the House of Wind, only blocked from waking any roommates by the manifesting shadows swallowing the sounds whole.

This…this is for Azriel’s ears only.

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quixotical-lymbo · 6 months ago

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Pairing: Macaque & GN!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Training alongside MK made you realize just how useless you are compared to the monkey king's golden student. A certain six eared macaque has something to say about that. Warnings: Brief mention/implication of blood, use of the nickname 'babe' in a condescending way, cussing and self-deprecating thoughts. Word Count: 960 words

The taste of iron made you recoil inwardly.

It did not help that the humidity of the unofficial training grounds made it harder to swallow the vile taste down your throat.

While you were crouched and staring mindlessly at the ground, a shadow fell over your form.

"Tired?" The voice snarked. "It's only been five minutes, babe, are you sure you can keep up?"

The corner of your eye twitched as you looked up to glare at the dark-furred monkey under the hood of sweat gathering on your eyelashes.

Five minutes? More like five hours...but you didn't voice your thoughts as you rose to stand again.

"Yeah, yeah," You grunted.

Your gaze strayed to look at the headband donning male training a few feet away from your spot. Macaque followed your gaze and smiled as he gestured to MK.

"He hasn't even broken a sweat since we've started, honestly, I'm impressed," Macaque murmured before peeking at you from the corner of his eye. "You on the other hand...well, you'll do your best, right?"

With that lingering sentence hanging in the air, Macaque sunk into the shadows and disappeared.

"You'll do your best, right? Bitch," You mocked with rolling eyes as you stretched to prepare for another hour of exercising.

It hadn't even been half an hour before you were on the ground, limbs spread, and body drenched in sweat. From a distance, you could faintly hear the occasional 'haa!' and staff being swung fiercely.

So, not only were you tired and wetter than a sponge, but you also couldn't even keep up with those two.

A deep exhale left through your mouth as you turned on your side with your eyes squeezed shut.

Of course, you couldn't keep up. You were you and everything that anyone has said about you.

Weak, slow, dumb, not enough--

"What are you doing?"

You groaned as you curled into yourself more.

"Quitting, resting, whatever fits the fantasy inside your head, just leave me alone."

Macaque rose a brow at your lackluster tone. It didn't even have its usual bite to it whenever you snapped back at his remarks.

Silence fell over the two once more.

...

Macaque sucked in air through his teeth before sitting on his haunches behind your back, he placed his hands on his knees and began, "Look, kid, do you wanna talk about it or do you want to keep wallowing alone while MK gets better and better without you-"

"-I don't care, let him!" You hissed. "At least he's showing progress...I've only managed to slightly improve my stamina, but what else do I have? Nothing! I can't last two seconds in a fight with either of you and MK hasn't even trained for that long and I...I'm...fuck...just-"

You buried your face into your elbow and mumbled, "-leave."

Macaque blinked a few times as he mulled over your outburst. He looked over his shoulder to see MK already looking at the two of you with a concerned expression.

Macaque sighed before the corners of his lips curved into a smirk.

You waited for Macaque's inevitable exit, but instead, you were met with a heavy weight on top of your body. It wasn't a pleasant feeling all things considered. Did I forget to mention that it was hot as hell outside and you were already a sweaty mess? Macaque had fur and he wasn't in any better condition than you.

"Huh-..wha-" You wheezed. You uncurled from the pity party ball and tried to crawl out from under the monkey. No dice.

You glanced up to see Macaque's wide smile glaring down at you.

"What's the matter, babe? Stuck?" Macaque asked.

"Get the hell off! You're fucking crushing me!" You wiggled and writhed before giving up. The thought of calling MK for help crossed your mind before Macaque's laughter made you pause.

"Why don't you try getting me off? Oh, wait, I forgot, you can't cuz you're human," Macaque continued as he directed his shit-eating grin to the blue sky above. "Compared to me, you're much weaker, slower, and perhaps even stupider."

"Fuck you."

"No thanks, but back on topic...do you wanna know why you can't even hold a candle to me or even MK?" Macaque asked. You opened your mouth to speak but eventually closed it as you looked at the ground.

"It's simple really, you're you."

"Oh, how original, it's not like I already know what's wrong with me, Macaque," You whispered.

"Heh, it's not what's 'wrong' with you...it's more like...you grow differently, yeah! Like that."

"I don't follow."

Macaque clicked his tongue before shifting to lay on his stomach, his weight still pining you beneath him.

"You're different from me and MK, that's for sure, but me and MK are also different from each other," Macaque continued. "You honestly don't believe that everyone's progress has to be the same, do you? Some people train and get quick results while others don't, that's natural."

"And you're saying this...because...?" You squinted at the demon.

"Because," Macaque swatted the back of your head, eliciting another curse to spill from your dried lips. "You shouldn't feel too bad about falling behind, Rome wasn't built in a day and neither are you."

"..." You stayed silent as his words finally processed in your head. Your cheeks felt...warm as the comforting words reached the darkest part of your thoughts.

"Thanks," You managed to cough out as the moment passed and now it was starting to get weird.

"Don't mention it."

Macaque sat up from his comfy chair and frowned as he turned to look at you. "Seriously, don't say a word about this to anyone, especially MK."

You finally let out a laugh yourself as you dusted yourself off after standing.

"I won't."

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sirenmoth · 7 months ago

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Monster Mash - Drider

CW: Bondage, body worship, vaginal fingering, restraints, cum smearing, scent marking, scent marking via cum, spider anatomy, cum insertion, (i promise it makes sense), (literally looked up if spiders have dicks and how spider sex works)

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Legs sore and trembling like a newborn fawn learning to walk for the first time since opening its eyes, sleep still heavy and ever present on your mind as you try and traverse the massive manor you all share using the walls as support, still as naked as the day you were born. The sudden sound of quickly fast approaching scuttling footsteps and a pair of drow arms around your bruised waist alert you of a new presence as you are lifted into the air.

The relief you feel once you are off your feet, legs no longer shaking to keep you up-right, as the drider carries you away and towards his web, gently placing you into the centre like an ornate piece of porcelain, closing your eyes and letting yourself sink down into the sticky mass of string below. Your mind barely registers your limbs being moved around, lovingly and carefully being tied and secured in place by the driders own silk.

Eight spider legs and a set of drow arms come into peripheral vision as the drider climbs into his own web, taking his spot between your spread legs. Eight sets of eyes, six spider and two drow, borrow deep into your skull, never once looking away as the drider takes in his work.

A soft chitter echoes in your brain, "Still awake, my dear?" A breathy chuckle follows his question, "We are far from done, I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun." He says, nipping at the bite marks on your neck and shoulders, his silver snow-white hair falls over his shoulders, the light from the window casting a dull halo around it. "He just loves to ruin you for us, doesn't he, takes all the run out of it." None of them used each other's name, a way of showing their still burning distaste for each other.

The drider starts to rearrange your limbs once more, moving you this way and that until he finds the perfect positions for you to be relaxed and comfort, and for him to worship you and love you. Once your arms are resecured and restrained once again by his soft silk string, he moved onto your legs, replacing them, so your knees were pulled up close to your legs and spread open as wide as they could be. Small click and chirps of approval leave the drider mouth as he works, clearly pleased with his work and your compliance.

With your arms above and legs spread, nothing was left to the imagine, more than it usually was. You lie your head back into the web, the room the drider picked and claimed as his nest was always warm, despite being in a drafty attic, must be all the tightly-packed webbing the covers every corner and wall.

He covers your body with his, his torso slotting between your immobile legs, his spider legs curls under his spider abdomen as his drow arms trace the marks that dot your body left behind by the vampire, tiny hisses and grumbles can be heard every time he examines and assesses a new one.

"He does this on purpose, knows how sore you get after he feed, knows we have to go easy or wait until you heal enough." He tsks as he traces a bruising mark on your hip, "Don't worry, my darling light, I'll be gentle. Make this all about you." The drider kisses a huge mark where your neck and your shoulder conjoin, a bright red now turned blue-ish purple hue, carefully places his hands on your damaged thighs, lightly kneading the flesh, mindful of the bloomed bruises and healing bites that litter your skin.

Rolling your head to the side as your drider leaves a trail of kisses up your neck, his mandibles that sit where his drow half connects to the spider half move lightly, the small fangs at the ends of them gracefully dancing along your lower abdomen just above your cunt, careful not to puncture your skin. Soft kisses are placed just below your left ear, like the drider is trying to fix the marks your vampire lover left.

Those eight eyes always looking in your direction whenever you are near, no matter what either you two are doing, observing your action. He worships you like he would his drider queen, but only you have the pleasures of begging with him.

Little butterfly kisses are pressed against your temple and check, a small distraction while his finger trail downwards towards your dripping slit, tapping your clit with featherlight touches, you softly whimper at the feeling, mind still foggy from sleep and the soft silk webbing underneath was only adding to your delirious mindset. Unable to move due to the strands of silk that weave over and under your legs, you can only lay there and take it as the driders move lower, teasing your entrance. Twitching and squirming as the drider timidly plays with you.

You are like a fly, stuck in a spider's web, waiting in anticipation as the spider plays with you until it decides to devour you. Slowly, the drider slides three fingers into you with no warning, your body accepting him with ease. He pushes and pulls and presses at the sensitive nerve deep inside you, calculated strokes to make you fall apart all over again but to ensure you aren't hurt, the drider mandibles toy with your clit, nibbling and nipping at the exposed nerve while he studies you expressions, watching you moan and whimper, watching your attempts to squirm as you beg for more, for him to move faster.

Your drider takes pleasure in treating you like the most precious thing in the world, something that could break so easily, and he found joy in making you break while he had you tied up like this and his fingers deep inside you as your mind shatters in pleasure, sometimes he would use one of the toys you have, though him and the other eight never understood why you have toys when you have them, all you had to was ask, and they'd let you ride them or fuck you, or you fuck them, until you were satisfied. They do admit it is fun using the toys on you while they do their thing, they never use them as they do nothing for them.

One of the driders hands cups your left breast, squeezing the mound of flesh and pulling at the nipple between his fingers, tugging after each squeeze to create an unwavering, rhythmic sensation that sends euphoric shockwaves through your body. His fingers and hand move in opposite tandem of each other, when his fingers pull out his hand squeezes, slow and calculated, as he leaves small barely noticeable marks over the previous ones.

"So soft, your skin feels like the finest silk ever to exist," the drider mutters into your neck before biting over a mark the vampire left, "and all only for me." They all shared their own and mutual possession over you, displayed through the words they spoke while having a few fingers or a cock, sometimes cocks, pumping inside you, trying to outdo each other with their mark and claims.

Your whimpering and moaning only fanned the flame, the drider fingers sped up to a leg-shaking pace, or what would be if you could move your legs.

Low hums as the drider worships you and your moans fill his web as he coaxes you to cum on his fingers, "That's it, my darling, cum all over my fingers, mark me as yours." The squeezes on your breast grew more aggressive as his fingers move impossibly faster, the butterfly kisses turn into bites. You scream as you cum hard around his fingers as he curls them just right to hit your g-spot, your hole tightening as the mandibles stop their tweaking on your clit, resting against it as you catch your breath.

"So good, looked so pretty for me, so beautiful." The drider remarks, pulling his fingers out to admire your mess, mesmerized by the glimmer of white slick coating his fingers and the way it caught in the light. Bringing the slick covered fingers up to his mouth, he runs his tongue over the digits while keeping eye contact with you. Once he deems his fingers clean enough, he leans over you, "Lay back now, going to reposition you." He whispers into your right ear, you can do nothing but submit as he readjusts you, pulling you lower half high, so your sopping entrance lines up with his clicking mandibles, another chip and soft click once he finds the right placement.

You feel one of the fangs tracing your cunt, flinching at it as it runs up and down, collecting your cum. The drider pins you down under his drow half so he can work undisturbed, one of his hands stays put, playing with your hair while the other collects some of his own cum, letting it drip and run down your body, painting white streak with it across your skin as you try and piece together what the drider has planned. "Going to make you smell like me once I'm done, both inside and out, you'd look so breathtaking dripping with my cum."

Another kiss pressed just behind your ear, "See them try and get rid of my claim now."

One fang carefully slips into you, barely more than a few centimetres, while the other recoils in on itself, his free hand exploring your body like it's brand new to him all over again. The wetness between your thigh grows, you lift your head to watch as the fang that recoiled in returns with a clump of drider cum, pushing it into your gummy walls, quickly the drider reinserts his fingers back into you, forcing the large goop of white substance further into you, only retreating when the opposite fang wants to add its own ball of cum to the mix.

Your head falls back onto the web as your lover repeats the same process, the mixture of slick building between your thigh runs down and pass your ass, onto the web below to combine with the silk, making it near impossible to tell what's web and what's not. "Cum for me again, my love, I know you can do it." The drider murmurs, forcing your dreary head back up to watch as one of the mandibles insert another large goop of seman into you, the drider picks up what didn't make it in and smears it on to your skin. You watch as fangs switch, left right, left, right, the drider re-entering the same three fingers back into you between the pattern, fingering his cum far into you.

Your legs shake in the restraints, your hole clamping down on the drider fingers as your mouth falls open in a silent scream of ecstasy as you cum hard on his fingers, the drider slows down until he deems his cum is deep enough, only then does he pull his fingers out. More kisses are left on your cheeks and the hand comes up from your cunt to stroke your hip, your cum joining to the messy streak on you, the driders warmth bleeds into your own as you both lay chest to chest with each other, staying in this position even after you've both calmed down, his arms around you and his legs under his abdomen.

"Hey, are you going to untie me now? My limbs are going numb."

"Oh right. Sorry, my love."

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echantedtoon · 4 months ago

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Ocean Deep Ch20 Love Will Always Come Back

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Everyone whipped around wide eyed at the raged filled voice and even more at the death glare that wine red eyes gave you all.

"T-Tengen?!"

He snapped his angry eyes towards you as his name toppled from your lips. His eyes lane with deep hurt under the angry present. The head of white hair and eye bags stared at you for a long moment before strong hands pulled the boat back towards him and away from the rocks jolting the the others in the boat.

"NO!!" Kanae screamed out looking panicked as the land was pulled away from her. "Nononono!!" Loud splashes echoed throughout the night air as she slapped the oar in her hands down and pushing forward to no avail. Tengen was just too strong for a single woman with an oar.

"Stop freaking out! Do you know how dangerous it is out here at night by yourselves?!" He continued to pull the boat back farther and farther before pausing to start swimming around the side, running a hand along as he made his way towards the front of the boat facing the land, the bracelets on his wrist jingling as he stationed himself there in place to start pushing the boat back where it came from.

"You all could've been carried out by the current and starved to death! Or a siren could've eaten you!!," he continued to shout all along the way as he did so. "Or what if the boat sank and all of you drowned?! Or a rouge mer decided to snatch you up for his harem!?" That last sentence really made him angry as he hissed to himself. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU ALL THINKING?!"

"Tengen, stop!," you shouted holding up your hands. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm taking you all home! What does it look like I'm doing?!"

"NO! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!," Kanae straight up yelled up at him in panic.

"OF COURSE I CAN!! IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S A BIG DEAL ANYWAYS!! YOU CAN'T BE THAT DESPERATE TO RISK YOUR LIFE OVER A STUPID HUMAN VILLAGE!!"

There was silence as everyone stared at him or Kanae as her face matched his own rage. Before you all watched as she stood, the boat creaking under her weight and the oar thudding as she harshly threw it to her feet. Her pink eyes glared hard at Tengen before turning sideways, spreading her arms forward, and then with a deep inhale launched herself forward-

"KANAE!!," Koyuki squealed out as you all watched her dive into the dark water.

There was a very loud splash as her body disappeared into the water, casting ripples from where she disappeared under before three seconds later the surface broke. With a splash and loud gasp a head of black hair pushed itself up from the water coughing and bobbing in and out of the small waves. Her long black hair stuck to her face and flowed out behind her as she turned and started swimming towards the land. Tengen only watched shocked too stunned to speak-

SPLASH!!

Before another splash made him look over and a moment later Shinobu's head bobbed up spitting water and slowly following her sister. ...Kanao stood up, tightened the belt around her waist before pinching her nose and mouth, and throwing herself off after her sisters another person following behind her.

"C'mon, Yuki!"

Koyuki let out a loud squeak of surprise when she was just suddenly thrown onto Mitsuri's back and without warning the pink haired girl jumped off the boat in a cannonball that let out the biggest splash of all. Sending a cascade of water over Tengen finally snapping him out of any shocked staring shaking his head and sending droplets everywhere to clear his vision and allowing him to watch the six girls swimming away from the now empty boat and reaching the rocks slowly grabbing onto the flat surfaces and hauling their soaked bodies up and onto the ledges. The ones who climbed up first turning around to reach out to help the others up followed by the two playing piggy back through the water and being the slowest swimmers. The four already on land hauling up the last two like desperate sailors on a sinking ship.

"Run! GO!"

Kanae shouted at you all pushing Shinobu's back towards the trail of rocks towards the solid sand bank and the woods beyond. Wet footsteps thudded down the rocks as everyone just RAN. Bare feet slapping against rocks. Wet shoes squishing loudly with each desperate step everyone ran across!! Running and running and running- Until sand squished on your feet. Nice DRY sand! Hearts pounded as you all ran through the sand, kicking it up as you desperately clawed through. Shinobu slipped and fell into the sand at one point only for Mitsuri to scoop her up and just keep on running like it was nothing.

Kanae collapsed first onto the grass. Falling onto hands and knees and letting out a sobbing wail that was held back for so long crying and clinging to the blades of green plants under her feet like it was her only lifeline. Forehead pressed into the ground and nearly worshipping its soft embrace. The long exhaustion of bodies followed around, collapsing in one way or another around her exhausted and tired. They'd done it..they were finally home! Stage Four of the plan had been successful at last. At last you felt like you could rest, laid out on the sand and catching your breath in the soft grass. Breathing heavily but being at peace...

Until a strange dragging sound caused you to look up from where you laid and felt yourself freeze as Tengen began crawling out of the water and crawling his way across the sand towards you all. His jewelry jingling wildly as he approached.

"Hell no! Not again!" You swore that it was Shinobu who shouted at everyone as she yelled out. "RUN!!"

Footsteps moved. Shouts were heard. Hands grabbed at each other and pulled each other up quickly as the group collectively and instinctively ran for the thick treeline away from the beach with determination. Including you. You had that determination. But you looked back...And you saw red eyes. Wide hurt red eyes. Filling up with tears and letting them run down the length of his cheeks and collecting of his chin only to fall off in large drops. ..you feet slowed down and you stopped just outside the treeline. Staring at you with hurt that ran old and deep.

"Y/N!! Y/N, C'MON!! WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE ANYONE ELSE SHOWS UP! ESPECIALLY OBANAI!!" You didn't move. "...Y/n, what are you doing?! Come on!" Someone called out from the treeline.

You didn't move continuing to stare at the merman for a long moment. "... I'll be right back."

"WHAT?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!" The voice continued to yell out as you slowly approached the merman again. "YOU'RE GONNA GET DRAGGED BACK TO THAT HELL SPACE!!"

Footsteps slowly approached the crying mess of a man that looked one step away from straight up sobbing. He watched wide eyed, hopeful with each step she took towards him until she stopped just outside of reach. If he wanted to be could easily just grab her and easily take her back but the thought didn't cross his mind at the moment. She silently just stared at him neutrally and unusually calm. Silent

"How did you find us?"

....He sniff. Reaching up an arm to wipe at those eyes. "I-I can hear you.."

Ah right. You forgot about that. It's not surprising that he ended up being here. Your eyes looked to the side before you sighed and looked back to him. "Tengen, I'm not going back. Realistically I can't just live on an island in the middle of nowhere with no one else."

"That's not true!" He shouted back but you didn't flinch. "You-You got m-my wives and K-Kyo and ME! "

"I need to see more people than just you guys all the time."

"You'll have the others!"

"TENGEN!!" ...You groaned again hand rubbing at your wet face. "*Sigh* I already went over this with you. No one wants to stay there because none of us had a say in it!" You frowned hard at him. "It has nothing to do with liking or disliking you. We all have families and friends and our own homes that we haven't been allowed to see. If we're desperate enough to sneak away in the middle of the night shouldn't that tell you SOMETHING about how we feel?!"

He opened his mouth-....But couldn't find the words to say anything.

You sighed again. "We're tired. And we're going home. Can you understand that?"

"I don't want to lose you." You blinked surprised at the way he shakily reached out to you. New tears coming out. "Please. Don't you.."

Love me. Didn't you love love me?

He choked and nearly sobbed when a hand cupped his cheek. "I do like you guys..but I'm not ready for a relationship yet. So it's not a never. It's a not now, and right now is not a good time for anyone. You need to heal before I come in the picture, and I need to figure myself out. When we're both ready I'll come back."

"How do I know you'll come back?!" His hands suddenly grabbed yours. "What if you just run off and never come back?! What if you marry someone else?! WHAT IF SOMETHING TAKES YOU AND I CAN'T STOP IT BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT HERE?!"

"I'll come back because I promised you." A thumb swiped over the bottom of his eyes delicately. "And I promise you Id give you a chance to convince me to be a Mrs. Uzui." Her hands slowly left his face. "But right now we have to go home..Our home. You need to go home too and be with your family too. Alright?"

No. NO! He didn't want her to go!! She can't go! She's was safer with him!! And yet.. Something made him say yes. Nod yes. But shakily still reached out as she began backing up and turning with a sad frown. Choking and finally starting to sob as you walked away from him back towards the treeline. A weight felt heavier in your guts as you returned to where everyone was waiting for you wide eyed until Shinobu grabbed your front.

"What were you thinking?! You could've been kidnapped again!!"

"I-"

"Nevermind." She started dragging you forward into the woods. "We're loosing time and they already know we're gone! We need to leave before Obanai catches on!"

You blinked looking back to Tengen as she continued to drag you deeper into the woods, until the trees blocked him from view and the echoes of his loud crying could no longer be heard as you were dragged along further and further behind the group. She caught you up with everyone else. All of you were tired, sore, and all soaked but you made it. You were finally going home. But now the problem was that you didn't know exactly where you were, so you all just began walking. Leaves crunching under your feet and sticks cracking. Just walking and walking and walking. Walking still when the first rays of light shines up on the world and you all were yawning tiredly. Koyuki had once again be carried by Mitsuri because her weakened body had taken a toll with the stressful night. She snored away softly on the pink haired girl's shoulders without a care in the world. Lucky.

"LOOK!!" You jumped as Shinobu stopped. And then pointed ahead at the treeline. "A ROAD!!" She ran!

You blinked looking up at where she looked. A ROAD!! A DIRT ROAD!! RIGHT PAST A FEW TREES!! In awe you followed everyone as you crashed through the woods until your feet hit the soft dirt of the road..Or should I say roads!

"I know this place!" You exclaimed looking at the form in the road and the familiar weird looking rock, before pointing up the left way. "THE TOWN IS THAT WAY!!"

"You sure?"

You nodded. "I had to come this way when I brought them back to the ocean! Home is definitely that way!"

"Then what are we waiting for!? Let's get going!"

Walking. There was SO MUCH walking. You all walked until you had no choice due to your bodies' exhaustion and soreness and because the sun was setting. Bedding down behind some tall bushes for camouflage before awaking the next morning and walking again. Two weeks you all walked and walked. Stopping at small berry bushes and small streams for food and water but otherwise still tired and walking.

Until you came across the river. Ah! This was the river you found Kyojuro in! That means the town was merely a few hours away. However the sisters and Mitsuri froze seeing it. Oh..right. This is where the sisters were abducted and near where Mitsuri was taken so of course they'd be reluctant to go near it.

"Let's all just run across the bridge and keep running until we're long gone from it!" You suggested.

There was an immediate agreement. The bridge thudded with many loud thinks as you all ran across it. Ran and never looked back. Ran and didn't look at the water. Just run and run until you were long past it and you couldn't run anymore. And then after a short rest you all continued to walk on. So close to home..And then you saw it. The first house you all needed to pass.

The Henya house.

You stared at it for a long time before you began walking again. It looked abandoned and empty. Good riddance. You were expecting the sight before you but it was a shocked to the girls looking around in shock at abandoned buildings empty and boarded up. No one to be found on the once busy streets. Nothing but cold silence echoing throughout the entire town as you slowly walked through staring at the buildings. And then Kanao looked forward. Her pink eyes going wide.

"DADDY!!"

Like a shooting star, the teenager shot off from your group and ran from the main road and down the right on another. The look of surprise on everyone's faces at the scene you saw. At WHO you saw. A man with black hair and pink eyes was carrying a small crate out of a house and towards a wagon attached to a mule mindlessly pawing at the dirt road. He looked tired and miserable and sad, but he stopped and looked up at the sudden yell. Pink eyes widened. The crate fell out of his hands and crashed onto the ground with a clatter, toppling over and spilling dishes all over the dirt. But that didn't matter to him. None of that mattered to him. As his wide eyes took in the sight of the teenage girl ran towards him.

"Kanao...Oh my gods. KANAO!!"

Dishes kicked aside by feet racing towards her. Arms open wide and tears starting up as a taller man ran to her, and caught the shooting star as she collided into his arms with enough force to knock the wind outta him. But he didn't care as the two gripped onto each other. Tight enough to be afraid that someone would take her away again. Soft wails echoed out from the two hugging tightly in the middle of the abandoned road.

"DAD!!" "FATHER!!"

Two more blurs rushed past your forms and two more crying girls raced down the road only to collide with the older man still clutched onto the first one. All sobbing in one big pile only for one more to be added. Ms. Kocho must've heard all the shouting and took a break from packing to come investigate the noise, only to freeze and in a similar fashion to her husband run over to clutch onto the three girls. Crying out something along the lines of 'MY BABIES' before joining them. Both parents crying and clutching for dear life onto the three children of theirs. You three stood there awkwardly before Mitsuri suddenly gasped out and ran off up the streets more startling both yourself and Koyuki.

"BROTHER!!"

A young boy still young enough to be your younger brother but a few years older than Kanao looked up boredly from carrying a burlap sack but looked absolutely surprised when a pink and green braided hair girl came charging towards him. "MITSURI?! GAH!!"

"I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!," she cried out grabbing him up into her arms as soon as she got close enough and began twirling him around braids swinging around wildly.

"AHH AHH AHH!" Her brother cried out as she twirled him around and around. "Mitsi, stop! I'm gonna be sick!"

It wasn't long before her parents akso came out hearing the commotion. Both shocked to see her but absolutely ecstatic to see her back. Leaving both yourself and Koyuki awkwardly standing there and watching the scenes happening around you both. After a moment she looked at you and smiled hopefully if not still a bit sad.

"Y/n. Aren't you going to see your family? I'm sure they'd be happy to see you too!"

You flinched. "...Yeah. I bet they would've been too."

You knew she didn't mean too hurt you. She probably didn't know but it still stung. She must've senses something was upsetting you because she didn't say anything else.

"What about you? Don't you have a father?"

"He's in the next town over. It's a many days travel right up the bay."

Ah. That made more sense.

"You're such a mess!" Mitsuri's mother fretted over her. To be fair all of you were pretty much a mess. Two weeks soaked from seawater, running through woods and on dirt roads, sleeping in bushes and behind trees. You all weren't exactly prime presentable. "All of you look like you've been through hell." Well she wasn't wrong. Mrs. Kanroji beckoned for you and Koyuki to come towards her. "You girls come inside. Well get you all cleaned up and put some food in your stomachs."

Food? You perked up. Something that wasn't fish based or coconuts or wild berries from walking all the way here?! Sign you up!! You both gladly took the Kanrojis up on their offer. Getting a nice warm bath that felt like it melted away five layers of skin off, and was served beef. ACTUALLY BEEF!! AND PICKLED VEGETABLES!! You never thought you'd eat more than Mitsuri but you just might've that night. Mitsuri was even nice enough to lend both of you a few of her dresses her family thankfully kept. You felt so much better!

"What happened?! Where have you been?! How did you get back?! And who're these girls?!"

Mitsuri and you supposed the Kocho sisters must've explained everything but you didn't pay too much attention. Too busy wolfing down the delicious seasoned beef that Mrs. Kanroji had given you. IT WAS SO GOOD AFTER NEARLY THREE WEEKS OF FISH BROTH SOUP AND COCONUTS!! Well turns out they did explain everything to them. Including how Koyuki's father actually lived the next town over which was a few days journey, and coincidentally the place the Kanrojis and Kochos were moving too. After waiting so long and literally everyone else leaving, they had given up on ever seeing their daughters again and were in the middle of moving to be with other distant family. It was only by luck you all happened to come by just on time as they were packing to leave the very next day.

"You're free to come with us, Koyuki," Mr. Kanroji offered with a smile. "We'd be happy to help you get home after you helped our daughter."

"Really?!" She beamed at them with big eyes. "Thank you! I don't know what to say!"

"Of course! We leave first thing in the morning so be sure to get plenty of rest." He then turned to you. "You're free to travel with us too, Y/n."

"Hm?" You looked up at him blinking.

"Well the last few people here were all of us, and the Henyas and Satoshis. But Mrs. Henya left a long time ago. Just slung a bag over her shoulder one day and left. And the Satoshis all left after their horse went missing and they couldn't keep up the farm without it."......Oops. You suddenly felt bad. But at least you knew they left town to somewhere safer. "You're free to come with us as well. A young girl alone in this abandoned town .. Doesn't sound right."

Yeah alone

"I-I'll think about it. Thanks for the food, Mrs. Kanroji. But I think I'd better go check my home."

Your home was rather empty when you opened the door. Dust seemed to have settled on everything and it looked the same as the other buildings did. Abandoned. Empty. You stood there for a long time and turned. Footsteps echoed throughout the hallway as you stopped in front of the bathroom door still open from when you left here. The cold room devoid of Life and bathtub completely empty of both water and Mermaids. Any moment you were expecting to hear Suma's voice shouting your name and Makio yelling at her to shut up again. Hearing Kyojuro's loud booming laughter and Hinatsuru calming everyone down with her soothing voice. You can just picture what Tengen would say about all of this.

"Ah! My flamboyant family is thriving once again I see. But you're forgetting to add me!"

You couldn't help but chuckle at the idea continuing to walk through the house. Huh...Did you always have such little furniture? And was the house always this big and empty? It felt so much bigger. So much emptier. So much more space. So little anything really. It made you feel small in your own home...Funny how you were so desperate before to get back here and now..it felt so lonely.

You did lay down in your old bed, but it felt different from before. Nothing like the warmth you shared when you took naps with them....

"Ah. Ms. L/n! Have you decided to come along after all?"

You stood there, bag slung over your shoulder and staring at Mr. Kanroji. You caught both families in the act of leaving just in the nick of time too. "It depends. Where's this town you're going to located at?"

"It's a much bigger fishing town up the coast. My wife's family lives there so it'd be a good idea to stay with them until we get resettled especially since it's not safe here anymore."

"Is it along the West Coast?"

"Yes! A beautiful view! You can even spot some islands in the distance a bit aways from the shoreline."

Tengen's territory. You smiled. "Well if that's the case I'd love to travel with you."

He smiled. "Go right ahead and hop in with the other girls. We're leaving as soon as Mitsuri gets her cat in a crate."

It was ironic really. Leaving home after you worked so hard to get back. Traveling the same path you did when you came back. The families hurrying their carts over that cursed bridge and getting as far away from the place where it happened as possible. Going back through towards the form in the road, but turning down the way you never went before slowly watching as the pathway back towards the beach where you left Tengen crying and begging for you to come back to him.

Just wait a bit longer. You'll be back. You smiled. You'd be back real soon.

*****

The water was warm today. Very nice as they sat on the rocks. Of course there was always the occasional human gawker gazing out and pointing out them but they knew better than to try and approach them by now. The rocks surface was smooth obviously smoothed out by the sea water waves rolling over them for so long. It made for a perfect spot for him to just lay there and stare at the blue sky. Well that was before a pouting face leaned over him to stare down at him.

"Tengen! Makio pushed me off again!"

"Well then stop that obnoxious snoring! You sound like a walrus with a headache and bad tooth!"

"I do not! Wwaah! Tengen, tell her to stop being so mean to me!"

He couldn't help but chuckle and dawn a smile before going back to close his eyes. "You know it's Kyo's day to stop the disputes today. I'm taking my time napping."

"Wwwaaahhh!! That's not fair!"

"What's not fair is you snoring my ears off!!"

"LET'S NOT FIGHT NOW!! Suma! Come here! You can cuddle up with me right now!"

"Kyooojurooo!! So considerate!"

He sighed happily settling down back against the warm rock. Listening to the loud sloshing of waves giving their lullaby. The breeze dusting over them. The sweet smells of salts and distant plants from land.

"Tengen!"

He paused. Body going rigid at the voice calling out distantly over the wind....Nah. He must be hearing things. He slowly relaxed back.

"TENGEN!!"

Red eyes popped open. His partners jumping as he shot upright and paused.. before his head snapped around. And his eyes widened at a woman figure on the beach far away waving a full arm at him. You stood there having spotted him from afar and waved your arms at him. It took a few days constantly scouting out the coast until you could find them again and by luck spotted them just off the coast laying on some rocks. You knew it was them by their colors even if you couldn't see them too good from far away. Like you suspected, Tengen's hearing had caught onto your voice and the white blue pushed up from the rocks. Head turning to you...And then you saw the white blur quickly dive into the water.

Here he comes.

Smiling widely you watched and waited right in the water as a massive white blur approached. And then a body breached the water with a massive splash sending water droplets all over yourself as something large crawling up to you with the distinct sounds of jingling jewelry. Red Wine eyes wide and a wide smile on his face.

"Well..looks like I was right and my incredibly flamboyant fiance couldn't stay away.~"

You only smiled wider. "Try your wife."

His eyes blinked confused. "My wife?.." Before an even larger grin came over him. "Even better.~"

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rainforestakiie · 3 months ago

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Some people play with the idea that Angels have something acute to bird dances to those they court. Something like hummingbirds, they have certain feathers that give a semblance of a sound depending on how they move them with the wind. Literally making a song through dancing, it’s beauty depending on skill and practice. And Lucifer has six. Of course, Adam would have no idea about this nor have the state of mind to gasp its meaning. But, wouldn’t it be cute, after helping Lucifer clean his wings, he takes all the lose feathers and tires braiding it into his own hair. And tries innocently mimicking the dance back to Lucifer.

awww that would be so cute~

i love the thought of it! ahhh!

Adam was gently stirred from his slumber by the most exquisite melody he had ever encountered. The sound danced through the sweet air of Eden, caressing his senses and painting a blush across his cheeks. He blinked his emerald eyes open, sitting up from where he had been nestled among the soft, newly blossomed carnations. Their delicate red petals, like whispers against his skin, had lulled him into sleep.

But now, something far more enchanting had awakened him, a sound that drifted through the trees, making the leaves sway in a joyful, glorious dance. Adam yawned softly, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his eyes as he gazed around in wonder. No bird in Eden had ever sung such a captivating song. It was as curious as it was beautiful.

With careful, almost reverent movements, Adam extricated himself from the bed of carnations and stood on his wobbly feet. He squinted at the bright, cloudless sky, where the sun bathed everything in a golden, otherworldly glow. The day was as perfect as any in Eden, yet something extraordinary was calling to him.

With a puzzled hum, Adam began to follow the sound. It was sweet and tender, a melody that seemed to weave through the trees like a delicate thread, drawing him closer. As he walked, he passed the animals of Eden, each one serene and at peace. He paused to gently stroke the head of a mother deer, a tender smile tugging at his lips as he admired her three spotted fawns, nestled close to her side. All the creatures had gathered, captivated by the same lovely sound.

What could it be?

The sound was like a magnet, irresistibly pulling him from his secret sanctuary among the carnations. Even the Angels never found him there, hidden deep within the bed of red flowers. Yet now, he moved through the herds of peaceful animals, his skin tingling as he drew nearer to the source of the mysterious melody. A flush spread over his body, deepening as he finally reached a towering tree.

Adam's heart was pounding, its rhythm echoing in his ears and filling his chest with a sweet ache. He couldn’t fathom why he felt so nervous, so anxious. His hands trembled as he reached out to touch the warm bark of the tree, the sound growing even sweeter, as if beckoning him to step out from his hiding place.

A shiver traced its way up his spine, as if the melody itself was caressing him, its notes brushing against his skin like the softest of touches. Adam almost curled up beneath the tree, overwhelmed by the sensation. But gathering his courage, he inched to the side and peeked around the tree trunk. His breath caught in his throat, his apple-green eyes widening in awe.

The sight before him was breathtaking, more beautiful than anything he had ever seen.

The enchanting melody was coming from his angel, his guardian Archangel, Lucifer. Perched gracefully high up in the tree, the angel looked utterly divine. His soft blue cheeks glowed as he sang, the sound pouring from his cherry-red lips. All six of his wings were spread wide, their iridescent feathers shimmering with the sunlight, casting a dazzling array of colours throughout the small clearing in Eden. Adam had never seen Lucifer's wings shine so brilliantly, each feather like a tiny prism of light.

But Lucifer wasn't alone. A small gathering of birds surrounded him, their wings fluttering in harmony with his, adding their own sweet notes to the symphony. Adam gasped softly, his heart swelling with emotion as Lucifer's sparkling sapphire eyes opened and locked onto his own, as if the angel had known he was there all along.

Startled, Adam ducked back behind the tree, his pulse racing. Yet the divine melody didn't falter; it only grew louder and more insistent, urging him to look again. And when their eyes met once more, Lucifer slipped from the branch with a graceful ease, his glowing wings twinkling like the stars in the night sky.

Lucifer, with an impish glint in his sapphire eyes, began to glide effortlessly through the air, imitating the courtship dance of the birds around him. He dipped and swooped with breathtaking grace, his movements so fluid they seemed to merge with the melody that still filled the air. Each dive was a display of elegance, his wings shimmering with an ethereal light as they caught the sun’s rays. He twisted in the air, performing acrobatics that defied gravity, his every motion a flawless blend of power and beauty.

Adam watched, utterly enchanted. His breath hitched each time Lucifer ascended into the sky, only to plummet with a swift, controlled descent, the arch of his wings catching him just before he reached the ground. The archangel’s performance was hypnotic, a mesmerising dance that seemed to be crafted just for him.

Every so often, Adam would find himself overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, and he would duck back behind the tree, his heart pounding in his chest, only to hear Lucifer's melodic voice calling to him once more, coaxing him out of hiding.

The angel's song, sweeter than any earthly tune, floated through the air like a tender caress, its notes wrapping around Adam and pulling him back into the open. Lucifer was patient, his voice a gentle lure, each phrase of the song like a delicate thread weaving its way into Adam's heart. He would peek out again, unable to resist the pull, and each time he did, Lucifer would flash him a playful smile, his wings flickering like a thousand tiny stars.

Lucifer’s pendulum flight was the most captivating of all. He soared high above, then allowed himself to swing back and forth in a graceful arc, as if he were the pendulum of some grand celestial clock, marking the passage of time with each elegant swing. The way his wings caught the light, refracting it into a kaleidoscope of colours, left Adam breathless. It was as if the entire sky had been painted with the hues of Lucifer’s feathers, creating a dazzling display that filled Eden with a radiant glow.

Every movement Lucifer made was a silent invitation, a beckoning for Adam to come closer, to share in this moment of divine beauty. Adam felt his heart swell with an emotion he couldn’t name, a mixture of awe, longing, and something sweeter, deeper. Each time he retreated behind the tree, it was with a pounding heart and flushed cheeks, only to be drawn out again by the angel’s persistent song.

Finally, as Lucifer performed another series of spiralling dives, his laughter—light and musical—rippled through the air, mingling with the songbirds that had gathered to join in his performance. Adam’s eyes widened as Lucifer soared straight up, only to dive with breathtaking speed, pulling up just before touching the earth, his wings spreading wide to catch the air in a final, triumphant arc.

Adam’s heart raced as he shifted once more behind the tree, his cheeks aflame with a warmth that only intensified with each passing moment. He watched as the birds that had danced alongside Lucifer fluttered away, drawn toward smaller, more delicate companions of their own kind. Their playful courtship made Adam’s heart flutter, a strange shyness settling over him as he observed their tender interactions.

“Adam?” Lucifer’s voice, soft and melodic, called out to him, his tone a gentle chirp that mimicked the birds. The sound was impossible to resist.

Peeking out from behind the tree at the call of his name, Adam startled, a soft yelp escaping his lips as he found Lucifer suddenly on the other side. The Archangel was hovering effortlessly, his back arched as his hands lightly touched the bark of the tree, his fingers mere inches from Adam’s. Their closeness sent Adam’s pulse into overdrive, his breath catching as Lucifer’s glowing eyes locked onto his own. The angel’s cherry-red lips curled into a sweet, wide smile that made Adam’s heart skip a beat.

The air between them was thick with an unspoken connection, a bond that had been woven through the dance, the song, and the sheer, overwhelming beauty of the moment. Lucifer tilted his head slightly, that knowing smile deepening as he inched closer, his voice a soft melody that wrapped around Adam like a warm embrace.

“Why do you hide from me?” Lucifer asked, his tone teasing yet filled with a deep affection that made Adam’s heart race even faster.

“I—I…” Adam stammered, his words failing him as he struggled to find a response. The angel’s presence was overwhelming, a mixture of awe and comfort that left him breathless. Finally, he managed to whisper, “I—I couldn’t help it. You’re… so beautiful.”

Lucifer’s smile broadened, his expression tender as he reached out, cupping Adam’s cheek with a soft, warm hand. The touch sent a delightful shiver down Adam’s spine, and he instinctively leaned into it, his eyes fluttering closed as he exhaled a shaky breath.

“You’re so cute,” Lucifer murmured, his voice laced with amusement as his wings continued to shimmer in the sunlight, casting a kaleidoscope of colors around them. “Did you enjoy my song and dance?”

Adam’s eyes flew open, surprise coloring his voice as he gasped, “That’s what it was? A song and dance?”

“Yep,” Lucifer chuckled, stepping back slightly as his feet touched the ground, his six wings ruffling and stretching wide. He ran his hands over his iridescent feathers, his blue eyes glancing down at them with a fond smile. “I was singing and dancing to impress you.”

“Impress me?” Adam echoed, his gaze fixated on Lucifer as the angel’s fingers brushed through his feathers with such care. “Why?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” Lucifer teased, his voice playful as he chirped once more like the birds around them. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he took in Adam’s captivated expression, a grin spreading across his face as he stepped forward, gently curling his hand around Adam’s wrist. With a gentle tug, he guided Adam down to their knees on the soft grass of Eden.

“Would you be kind enough to help me with my wings?” Lucifer asked sweetly, his tone dripping with charm. He knew what he was doing. “I need to groom them, and with so many feathers, it’ll be a real pain to do it all by myself.”

“Yes!” Adam exclaimed eagerly, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Lucifer, his heart swelling with the desire to help.

Lucifer laughed softly, a sound like the tinkling of bells, before leaning in to nuzzle his cheek against Adam’s. The gesture was affectionate, almost intimate, and it sent a wave of warmth flooding through Adam. “Aw, you’re so sweet and kind, Adam,” Lucifer purred, his voice filled with genuine affection. “Always so willing to help the little old me.”

Adam’s heart soared at the angel’s words, his hand reaching out to gently touch the soft, iridescent feathers of Lucifer’s wings. He felt as though he was floating in a dream, the world around them fading away. He adored Lucifer’s wings, finding them so soft under his hands.

“Adam~” Lucifer chuckled, his voice a melodic tease as he reached up to Adam’s hair, gently plucking a red petal nestled among the soft curls.

Adam gasped, his eyes widening as he watched Lucifer bring the petal to his lips, the angel’s tongue flicking out to taste it. A blush bloomed across Adam’s cheeks, his breath hitching at the sight. “Um, well, they’re—from my… carnations,” he stammered, his voice trembling with shyness. “I-I have a carnation bed now…”

“Oh, do you?” Lucifer purred, his voice smooth and filled with a sweet, almost playful curiosity. His fingers traced delicately along Adam’s skin, following the soft blue veins that pulsed beneath the surface, each touch purposeful and electric. Lucifer’s gaze drifted to the red petals woven throughout Adam’s hair, his pretty blue eyes sparkling with admiration. The sight was so endearing, so utterly charming, that Lucifer found himself wishing the petals could stay forever nestled in Adam’s hair.

“So that’s where you’ve been hiding?” Lucifer’s tone was laced with amusement, yet there was a gentle affection behind his words, as if he already knew the answer.

“Um, not hiding, j-just…” Adam’s voice faltered, his words trailing off as the warmth in his cheeks deepened. His entire face was a vibrant shade of red, especially as Lucifer released a series of those endearing bird-like chirps, the sound playful and sweet.

Lucifer’s laughter bubbled up again, light and musical as he leaned in closer. “You’re even more adorable when you blush,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, sending a shiver down Adam’s spine. Lucifer’s fingers continued their gentle exploration, tracing patterns along Adam’s skin as if committing every detail to memory.

Adam’s heart raced, his thoughts a jumbled mess as he tried to find the words to respond. But all he could manage was a shy smile, his eyes flickering up to meet Lucifer’s as he felt the angel’s warmth enveloping him, both in body and spirit. Every touch, every word, every glance between them was filled with a tenderness that left Adam feeling as if he were floating, lost in the overwhelming sweetness of the moment.

"Hmm," Lucifer sang out, his voice a soft, melodious hum that sent another familiar shudder down Adam's spine. The sound wrapped around him, making his heart flutter in his chest. Lucifer’s gaze lifted to the red petal in his hand, holding it with delicate fingers before finally releasing it to the wind. They both watched as it was whisked away, dancing through the air like a tiny flame. "I bet the petals would look lovely with my wings."

Adam blinked, his mind immediately conjuring the image. He could see it so clearly—Lucifer’s shimmering wings adorned with the vibrant red petals, each one adding a touch of fiery beauty to the angel's already breathtaking form. His hands trembled slightly as he continued to clean the wing closest to him, his fingers moving through the soft feathers just as Lucifer had taught him. The task was soothing, almost meditative, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Lucifer’s words, to the way his heart raced at the mere idea.

As he worked, Adam noticed the loose feathers that effortlessly fell away, their beauty still intact despite their shedding. They were perfectly healthy, each one a masterpiece of nature’s design. Adam had never quite understood why Lucifer’s wings shed them; they appeared flawless. It always seemed such a waste when Lucifer simply discarded them.

"Can I have these?" Adam asked quietly, gathering the feathers into his hands, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lucifer hummed sweetly, the sound much too close for comfort, and Adam felt the angel’s warm breath tickling his cheek. His cheeks flushed with heat, and his heart stuttered as Lucifer gazed down at the feathers, amusement dancing in his blue eyes. "Sure. You can keep whatever you want, Addie."

"O-Oh," Adam stammered, the affectionate nickname sending a jolt of warmth through him. He shuddered again, instinctively shuffling forward in a vain attempt to create some distance between them. But it was no use. Lucifer simply shifted his wing, the one Adam had been cleaning, blocking any chance of escape. The human found himself trapped in the most tender of cages, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "T-Thank you."

Lucifer’s smile broadened into a radiant beam as he let out a low, satisfied purr. Before Adam could react, the angel wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into his lap with effortless grace. Adam’s breath caught in his throat as he found himself enveloped by Lucifer’s warmth, the angel’s soft feathers brushing against his skin like the gentlest of caresses.

Adam could barely think, his mind clouded by the overwhelming sensation of being so close to Lucifer. The steady beat of the angel’s heart beneath his ear was a lullaby, soothing and rhythmic, grounding him even as his emotions threatened to spiral out of control. He was lost in the moment, in the feel of Lucifer’s arms around him, the sweet scent of the angel’s skin, and the comforting weight of his wings wrapped protectively around them both.

~#~

A full week had passed since Lucifer had given Adam the feathers, and now, Adam found himself with a collection of beautiful, iridescent treasures. He held one between his fingers, tilting it in the sunlight, gasping as it shimmered like a rainbow. As he marvelled at its beauty, a soft hum emanated from the feather, a sound so reminiscent of Lucifer's enchanting song that it sent a shiver down Adam’s spine.

Adam didn’t understand the things Lucifer did, and it often left him bewildered. The Archangel seemed to take great joy in Adam’s confusion, and though it puzzled him, it also caused his heart to race in a rhythm that sometimes made him pause, pressing a hand to his chest to calm the flurry of emotions within. The memory of Lucifer’s captivating dance lingered in his mind, refusing to fade, no matter how hard he tried to focus on other things. It had become such an obsession that he found himself watching the birds—Mockingbirds, he had recently named them—performing the same dance for their partners. He didn’t understand the significance of it at the time, but later, he would wonder how he could have been so blind.

Now, as he gazed at the feathers laid out before him, Adam shuffled his hair and settled onto his knees. He began to braid the feathers into his hair with gentle hands, working quietly and with focused determination. He wasn’t intending for anyone, least of all Lucifer, to see him. Lucifer had told him just yesterday that he would be away for a few days, as Heaven had grown much too busy with the birth of the first woman. Lucifer hadn’t seemed too pleased with the development but had appeared relieved when Adam showed no interest in the thought of the woman.

Adam didn’t know where the idea had come from, but it had appeared in his mind as soon as he woke up that morning, squirming in his bed of carnations. The thought was persistent, refusing to leave him until he acted on it. So he continued threading the feathers through his hair with as much care and gentleness as possible. Once he was sure he was done, he crawled toward the lake bank, peeking at his reflection in the water, and giggled. The sunlight shone over him, catching the feathers and creating a small, sparkling rainbow around him.

Adam giggled even more as the Mockingbirds seemed to take notice. A few landed on the branches above him, perching together and peeking down at him with curious eyes. Immediately, they released a chorus of chirps and calls of delight. Adam smiled up at them, pushing himself to his feet before twirling around with joyful abandon, spreading his arms wide and bowing in their direction.

“What do you all think?” he called out innocently, his voice light and carefree.

The Mockingbirds responded with another chorus of sweet calls, beginning to hum together in an adorable tune that made Adam’s heart swell with happiness. He grinned widely, twirling around once more as the Mockingbirds leapt off the branches to dance around him. Their wings caught the sunlight, reflecting the same colourful patterns that adorned Adam’s hair, and together, they created a dazzling display of light and colour that filled the air with a joyful, harmonious energy.

Adam’s heart raced with excitement as he watched the Mockingbirds dance around him, their wings flashing in the sunlight like tiny rainbows. The memory of Lucifer’s enchanting performance played vividly in his mind, and an idea began to take shape—a desire to mimic the beautiful, fluid movements he had seen, to feel the same joy that had radiated from Lucifer and the birds.

Taking a deep breath, Adam spread his arms wide, imagining them as wings, and began to move. He twirled on the balls of his feet, trying to replicate the graceful dives and acrobatics that Lucifer had performed so effortlessly in the air. Without wings, he had to stay grounded, but that didn’t dampen his enthusiasm. He leaped and spun, his feet barely touching the ground as he attempted to mimic the pendulum flight, swinging his body in a rhythmic motion that made him feel as if he were flying, if only for a moment.

The Mockingbirds, sensing his intent, joined in with exuberant chirps and trills. They swooped and soared around him, weaving through the air in intricate patterns that mirrored the very dance Lucifer had taught them. Their song was the same one Lucifer had sung—a melodious, enchanting tune that filled the garden with warmth and light.

Adam moved to the rhythm, his heart swelling with a joy so pure it nearly brought tears to his eyes.

He was so caught up in the moment, so lost in the dance, that he didn’t notice the presence that had quietly returned to the garden. Lucifer, having descended from Heaven earlier than expected, let out a gasp of wonder as he caught the sight. The Archangel moved high up into the trees, gazing down at Adam with a mixture of amusement and deep affection.

Adam’s movements were clumsy compared to the Archangel’s, but there was something endearing about the way he tried so earnestly to recreate the dance. He leaped and spun with all the grace he could muster, his laughter mingling with the Mockingbirds’ song. The feathers in his hair shimmered in the sunlight, catching the same rainbow hues as the birds’ wings, making him look like a part of the vibrant, living tapestry of Eden.

Lucifer’s heart swelled with love as he watched, a soft smile curving his lips. There was something almost magical about seeing Adam, the first human, so full of life and wonder, moving with such joy in the garden they both cherished. The Archangel had always found delight in Adam’s innocence, but this—seeing him dance, hearing his laughter—this was something else entirely. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered beauty, and Lucifer found himself utterly captivated.

As Adam continued to twirl and leap, completely unaware of his audience, Lucifer felt a wave of warmth wash over him. The human’s delight was infectious, and soon, without thinking, Lucifer began to hum along with the Mockingbirds’ song, his voice blending seamlessly with theirs, adding a richness to the tune that made Adam pause mid-twirl.

Breathless and flushed, Adam froze in place, his eyes wide as the familiar sound reached his ears. Slowly, he turned toward the source, and his breath caught in his throat when he saw Lucifer perched high in the trees again, watching him with a gaze so full of love it made Adam’s heart skip a beat.

“Lucifer!” Adam exclaimed, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. He immediately stopped his clumsy dance, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red as he realised he had been caught.

With a clap of his hands, Lucifer grinned. “Aw, don’t tell me you’re finished? Don’t stop on my account, Addie~”

“Um…” Adam blushed even brighter than before.

Lucifer slipped off the branch and approached Adam with a playful glint in his eyes. “You were doing wonderfully.”

Adam’s embarrassment melted away at Lucifer’s words, replaced by a shy smile. “I was just… trying to do what you and the Mockingbirds did,” he admitted, his voice soft. “But I don’t have wings, so…”

Lucifer’s smile widened, and he reached out, gently brushing a stray feather from Adam’s hair.

“You don’t need wings to dance, Adam. Your heart is what makes it beautiful.” He glanced at the Mockingbirds still circling above, their song continuing in harmony with the garden around them. “And it seems they agree.”

Adam’s heart swelled with happiness at Lucifer’s praise, and without thinking, he moved closer, his hand slipping into Lucifer’s.

“Would you dance with me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, but full of hopeful anticipation.

Lucifer’s eyes softened, and with a tender smile, he nodded. “Of course,” he whispered back, his voice carrying the same enchanting melody that had first drawn Adam to him.

Together, hand in hand, they danced beneath the dappled light of Eden’s trees, surrounded by the vibrant chorus of Mockingbirds. Though Adam remained on the ground, and Lucifer’s wings spread in elegant arcs around them, it felt as though they were both soaring through the air, caught up in a moment of pure, unbridled joy that would linger in Adam’s heart forever.

#fanfic #hazbin hotel #au #adamsapple #lucifer x adam #guitarduck #mockingbird

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deadlynavigation · 2 years ago

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Satan's My Fuckbuddy

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Pairing: Blitzø x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, brief mention of smut in the beginning and end.

Author's Note: Sorry Lilith. More of this to come, guys. I may turn this into a series.

I do not own Helluva Boss. Pls don't come after me.

Do not copy, plagiarize, or translate any of my works or their assets.

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"You know, you could've told me you and the big boss himself used to fuck," Blitzø pants, his head turning to look back at the city's firey ruins.

"Oh, sorry," you respond breathlessly, a sickly sweet smile spready across your face. "I wasn't aware that little bit of information would lead to us running from a burning city after almost being banned from everything Hell has to offer!" By the time you finish your rant, you're almost screaming, and Blitzø's put another foot of space between you two.

A boom sounds from behind you, followed by a large crash. "How many times have I told you-" your boss yells over the noise. "Sleeping with rich assholes that live six fucking rings down never ends well!"

"You think I listen to your rants about rich assholes?" You shout over another boom. A boom which sounded way too close for comfort, so you pick up the pace, Blitz doing the same.

You're almost to the elevator that will ship you back to Imp City. The isolated building that holds such transportation is in your line of sight, only a few yards or so away. And if your luck holds, you'll get there with minimal injuries-

It's too easy. Blitz's eyes widen as he realizes this, and turns over his shoulder to glance at the literal devil chasing you both.

Shit.

"Time to start sprinting, toots." Blitz turns back in a panic. Even from your peripheral vision, you can see his wide eyes and anxious expression, which prompts you to look where he had seconds ago.

What you see has you moving faster than you've ever moved before. Lucifer himself is on your tail, his devil form taking the place of his standard, human-like form. His feathered wings are spread, blocking the red sky from view. His horns are larger than usual, and his face could make any sinner fall to their knees.

Hot.

After a moment of staring at Lucifer in all his glory, you stop running. Your breaths slow and your heart stops trying to escape from your chest as you blink slowly in realization.

Blitz turns around once he notices the absense of your footfalls, only to find you completely still with Satan quickly catching up.

"Are you fucking insane?!" Your boss shrieks.

You shake your head. "Nope, just realistic. We're not gonna outrun the Devil. Why try and get in even more trouble with him?"

Blitz looks at you like you just said Moxxie was right about something. After he stands like that for a long second and comes to terms with your statement, he sighs, walking up to you as he rubs his forehead.

"If we get killed by this guy, you're paying for my next horse-riding lesson."

Your snarky response is droned out by Lucifer dropping to his feet in front of the both of you. He looks ready to rip every limb from your body and then feed them to the other's corpse, but he restrains himself, taking a deep breath and folding his wings in.

"Have you any idea what you've done, imp?" He says in a deep voice, his every syllable sending chills down your spine.

Blitz goes to respond, but you know him talking will only worsen the situation. So, you jump in, shoving a hand over your boss's mouth and speaking.

"Yes, My Lord. And from the bottoms of our hearts, we apologize, but we really must get going-"

Lucifer holds up a hand, commanding your silence. He blinks at you, tilting his head and furrowing his brows. His true form slowly melts away as he studies you.

"Y/n?" He questions softly, as though he thought he'd never see you again.

You purse your lips, half in fear, half in annoyance. Lucifer has always done things on his own time (not including his fall, of course), and that doesn't seem to have changed.

"Yup." You eventually force out. The Devil blinks one more before a smile starts to dawn on his face.

"Heyy, how've you been? Long time no see," And he brings you into a bro hug like you're long-lost friends and not past fuckbuddies.

"I've been great," you respond hesitantly once he releases you from the hug. Maybe being casual, playing it cool, will release you from the Devil's clutches. "Got another job, made some new friends. What about you?"

Lucifer beams with your reciprocation of friendliness. "Yes, I've heard of your developing social life. Al says hi, by the way. And life is great; Charlie's in on another project- I think it's a hotel -and no demons have caused an uproar. It's practically paradise."

"Good, good. Listen, it's been a good chat, but could we schedule for another time? I kinda have somewhere to be." It's not a lie- you do want to get home soon. Where there are no Satans chasing you down for small talk.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Do you still have that number? I'll text you the address of a nice little tea shop for next week."

"Looking forward to it," You laugh nervously and start backing away, grabbing Blitz while doing so. "All righty, I'll see you then!" And with that, you're off, walking as quickly as possible without running.

It's silent until you get into the huge elevator that'll ship you back to Imp City. Blitz is next to you, giving you a weird look.

"What?" You snap.

"Was he good in bed?"

"BliTZ-"

"Hey, he almost blew us up. I deserve an answer, at least."

You sigh. "Is that what you think?"

"Yes, it is." Your boss responds, slouching into his spot as though preparing to wait you out.

The elevator is quiet while your resolve holds for a solid two seconds.

"He did this thing-"

"Fuck yeah he did. He's Satan." Blitz interrupts.

You hit him with a glare. "Do you want this or not?"

"I do, I do. Sorry. Go on."

You stare at him a moment longer before continuing. "This thing with his hands-"

"I'd be disappointed if he didn't."

"BLITZ."

What do you think? Series or no? OR I branch out and do Hazbin Hotel oneshots? Let me know!

#helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #blitzo x reader #blitzo x y/n #lucifer #helluva boss x y/n #x reader #fanfiction #lilith #satan #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel

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according2thelore · 1 month ago

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Do you know what just occurred to me about the Ls/es verse? And I don’t know if you’ve written this- but like. LsDean is obviously hilariously jealous. Everyone is jealous of everyone here. And he’s super jealous about the care lssams face, and the possibility of sex, and everything. But like. Can you imagine esdean making lssam laugh? Like? Hysterically. The huge belly laughs that aren’t even easy to get out of essaam- Sam’s never laughed too easy. But lssam? You get smiles and chuckles. You don’t get that huge laughter anymore. Not for years. And just watching/walking in on. Esdean cracking up lssam? Holy shit. Murderous rage. Crippling insecurity. Just. Peak peak jealousy and hatred for himself. I’m not entirely sure lsdean wouldn’t take a swing.

GAH!!!! reporting this post to a trusted adult!!!

i absolutely had to write this--your mind...it's too big...

dean hears it when he's coming in from the garage.

his feet turn and begin a pilgrimage before he can even think about it, drawn to that sound like he's sure vultures have been drawn to the smell of carrion for millennia.

as he gets closer, it registers.

laughter. sam's laughter. his sammy's laughter. the voice is deep, booming, too low for sam's 2006 voice. disbelief and something that feels vaguely like nausea makes dean's stomach twist as he picks up his pace.

he finds them in the laundry room.

"that was the worst line i've ever heard" sam sputters between bouts of--dean rounds the corner, and yes, it is. laughter. raucous, side-splitting, freeing laughter.

sam howls again, loud, long peals of laughter bursting from him as he has to hold himself up on the washing machine.

young dean is laying a few feet away from him in a puddle of spilled laundry detergent, goopy blue sludge slipping under his palms as he props himself up. he looks up at sammy like sammy has created the earth, like sammy is the first human person he's seen in a decade. his eyes are wide, adoring, the ghost of a smile on his own lips as if to sip from sam's joy, mouth twitching in small movements around nothing as he tries and fails to come up with words.

sammy's head is thrown back.

dean's breath catches in his throat when sam tilts forward, laughing so hard that he's holding onto his stomach. his hair falls into his face.

he looks younger. decades younger. he looks like when dean--running on two hours of sleep and three skin-of-the-teeth hunts--had glued the slide of his gun to his hand when he mistook a bottle of gorilla glue for the gun oil. he looks like when he was six, rolling around crying because dean had tickled him.

dean hasn't been able to make him laugh like this in...

something shriveled and angry and mean contracts in dean's stomach.

dean wants to go over and slam his younger self's head into the concrete, again, again, until his stupid teeth out, until sam stops laughing like that, like he...like he--

younger dean is still looking up at sam like he's god--and fuck, tears leaking out of his eyes from mirth, face pink, dissolving into helpless giggles, sammy might as well be.

they were doing laundry together.

dean's ears ring.

the world snaps into focus, like unmuting a football game on TV just as the introductory musical sting plays, deafening.

sam--as if he can hear dean's life crumpling like a tin can--lifts his head. his smile dims a little, and dean wants to fucking goddamn die. when did he become a person that makes sam's joy wilt? when did he become a person that couldn't make sam laugh like this?

"dean," sam says, out of breath, still chuckling a little. his eyes flick over dean's face, then away back at dean on the ground. "you should've seen it--"

"hey!" his younger self squawks, spreading his legs a little like he's doing snow angels in the pool of detergent. "not cool, dude. let me die in my silent, clean shame."

sammy collapses.

he's holding his stomach, brow pulled together and mouth open as he cackles like he has no worries at all.

dean takes an aborted step forward, feeling raw and vulnerable like an exposed nerve, like a hunter without a brother at his back.

he's nauseous.

dean hates this. he hates that sammy needs this so bad that stopping it would be cruel, hates that he cannot give sam what he needs. since when has he not been able to give sam what he needs? what he wants? since when can sam find necessary things from others?

dean is furious, but he's not sure at whom. his hands shake, so he bundles them into fists. he looks at his younger self, who pales visibly.

dean has been labouring over sam's laughter. he's been putting in minutes and hours and days building up jokes, throwing out quips like one tries to take shots at a bullseye. he's gotten chuckles, sure, and one time--it sticks out like a recording in dean's head--sam had rocked with silent laughter when the coroner they were interviewing sneezed so hard he fell backwards into his tray of tools and sent scalpels flying.

dean has been working himself raw to get sam to look like this. and here comes this--this interloper, and makes sam look fifteen years younger, make side-splitting, joyful laughter spill from his lips.

he has never hated anything more, body and mind warring with each other as sam's laughter makes dean's shoulders untense, make his chest fill lopsided-full, and as his mind focuses on his younger self, an impudent little bastard.

has dean...has dean lost this?

he thought that sam had just been through too much to laugh so hard he cried. but clearly, he can. clearly, only dean's younger self can do this. clearly, sam can only be coaxed into joy by this...this boy. clearly, sam has a preference. a favourite.

the problem wasn't sam's. it--all along--has been dean's fault.

dean's lost this ability. somehow, somewhere, dean became too cynical or too mean or too warped for sam to feel this.

"hey, man, it's not--" his younger self says, smile completely gone and face grave. he looks--and goddamn him straight to hell--sympathetic. understanding.

dean doesn't want to be understood.

he doesn't want his failure to be understood, to be seen in real time, acknowledged that he is inferior, that there are parts of him that sam can love better, and those parts died years ago.

dean's going to kill him. he knows he's breathing fast, can feel the spark of violence right in his neck, in his arms, in his hands. he wants to slam dean's stupid face into the fucking concrete. he wants to hit him until he is as unrecognizable as dean is, until he loses this thing that sam clearly loves so much.

he tolerated the little bastard before now because he understands his awe, knows that the kid can't be helped but drawn into sam more than a sailor can be pulled towards the sea. he's an annoying little shit, and doesn't know his limits, but dean--on some level--got it.

but now he has something that dean wants, has something dean mourned for years, thought he wasn't ever getting back.

dean turns, before he can take another step forward and do something that'll turn sam against him forever, and, like a coward, flees.

GAHH your mind...i am now Thinking...you're so right LS!Dean would either be throwing punches or barely holding himself back... thank you sm for this ask!!! <3

-lizzy

(ES/LS masterlist here)

#ask box #lizzy answers #ES/LS verse #whoopsitswincest

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cliophilyra · 14 days ago

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Prompts: a quiet night in

Thank you! I'm not sure this is what the prompt was meant to be but this is what came out :)Actually quite surprised `i could do anything bucktommy/tevan I hope you like it and I hope it makes people a little bit happy. I love you guys sm. 🩷

When he comes into the loft the only light visible is the TV, sliding through the endless carousel of promos that shows once the show is finished, and the soft light of the antique extinguisher lamp on the side table by the couch. Tommy is on their new - admittedly unnecessarily large - couch, lying on his side with a blanket over his feet that trails on the floor. He is asleep, hands drawn up to his chest, snuffling occasionally.

It's past four in the morning. Tommy finished a twenty-four shift, six hours before Evan finished his, both of them on ground ops tonight, fighting an eight-alarm multiple structure fire in a warehouse complex downtown.

Evan barely saw him as he focused on the job in front of him. But he can't say he didn't find his glance straying to the name on the back of anyone in turnouts who passed him by.

In the end, when they were damping down the now-only-smouldering building they had been working on, he'd glanced over at the crew coming out of another warehouse, which was very much still on fire, and immediately spotted Tommy. His turnouts were covered in soot, his gas-mask covered his face and a woman in overalls was slung over his shoulder. Her long hair dangling down his back almost covered his name, but Evan realized at once that he doesn't ever need to look at the name. He would know him anywhere. He would know him if he was just a shape in the smoke.

He watched for a moment as Tommy carefully put the woman down and the paramedics swarmed around her. As he stood up and lifted his mask he turned to look in Evan's direction as if he'd called his name. The moment he spotted him his face split into a wide grin, nose crinkling as he gave him a little wave that made Evan grin in reply and pull in a deep breath as he waved back.

"Knock it off," Chim shoved his shoulder in passing with a fond but long suffering sigh.

Then they moved on to other areas of the fire and he didn't see him again before the end of his shift.

Finally home, Evan puts his bag down and walks over to his sleeping boyfriend. For a moment he stands and simply looks down at him, marveling at the warmth that spreads through his chest, like his heart is melting as he watches. They've only been living together for two weeks and a lot of that had been spent on wildfire duty so he's still getting used to how good it feels to see him in his space.

As if he senses he's being watched, Tommy's breathing changes and his mouth curves. "Stop being a creeper," he mutters without opening his eyes. Evan laughs and strokes a hand through Tommy's hair, leaning down to press a kiss to his head.

"Sorry, I'm just…you look good here. I—I like coming home to you."

"Hmmm," Tommy murmurs agreement and stretches his back with a groan, arching it in a way that reminds Evan of things he would very much like to pursue if he was less dead on his feet.

Tommy finally opens his eyes and blinks up at him. "Hey," he says softly.

Evan slides his hand down the side of Tommy's face, curving around his jaw, feeling his stubble rasping against his skin. "Hi baby."

Tommy smiles and turns his head enough to press his lips to Evan's calloused, rough palm.

"What time is it," he asks, voice gravelly with sleep and smoke.

"Four-ish," Evan replies.

Tommy groans and reaches out, grabbing Evan by the waist, big hands pulling him forward and down to fall on top of Tommy with a slightly embarrassing squeal. Tommy laughs at him and twists them so he's lying mostly on top of Evan. He wraps his huge arms around him tighter and presses his face against Evan's chest like a contented cat.

Evan smiles, putting his arm around Tommy's broad back. He looks down and shakes his head in mock-disbelief. "No one would believe me even if I showed them a picture," Evan says, carding his fingers through his soft curls.

"About what?"

"You. Being so—uh—so cuddly," he says, feeling a bit silly.

Tommy raises his head, looking up at him. His brows are knitted and there's a faint flush on his cheeks under the creases from sleeping on the couch.

"Do you not—does it bother you?" he asks, his eyes sliding away for a moment.

"Does what bother me?" Evan asks, confused.

"Me being…like this…with you? I'm sorry. I know it's not really the image I—"

Evan cuts him off with a kiss, pulling him in with his hands on both sides of his head. Tommy kisses him back and he feels like they are melting into one another, the tension of the day sliding away down his spine as Tommy's weight presses him into the soft couch. When he pulls away he looks up at him and there's a touch of uncertainty still in his eyes. "I don't—I don't give a shit about image Tommy." Evan says softly. "I want you. However you—I want the—the real you. The you you most want to be at any moment. Whatever that is. I—I want that."

Tommy nods and his eyes look a little shiny for a second and a smile pulls at the corners of his mouth as he lays his head back on Evan's chest. "I want that too," he says and Evan grins.

"I love how cute you are when you're sleepy. It's like having a cat."

Tommy huffs a laugh and gives a little wiggle of his shoulders, like he's getting comfortable. Evan's fingertips tingle with the physical rush of joy that floods through him as Tommy squeezes him. He settles his arm around him again, fingers trailing over the warm skin of his lower back under his shirt.

"Y'know, we've got a whole bed upstairs and everything," he says with a grin.

Tommy nods against his chest. "I'm aware."

"You wanna go—"

"It's upstairs Evan. Do you see my dilemma?"

Evan sighs a laugh and reaches down to grab the edge of the blanket that's tangled around Tommy's legs. He pulls it up over them both and tucks it around Tommy's shoulders.

"Just for a bit. We're gonna regret this so much when we wake up and neither of us can move."

"That's a problem for tomorrow us sweetheart."

"Yeah yeah ok. I'm gonna remind you you said that though."

Tommy kisses the side of Evan's neck and buries his head in the crook of his shoulder. He's asleep again in seconds.

Evan combs his fingers through his hair softly and feels the warm puffs of his breath against his neck. His eyes are heavy and he lets the solid bulk of Tommy's body drag him down into sleep. As he goes he lets out a tiny laugh of disbelief because he knows without a doubt he's going to marry this man.

#bucktommy #911 abc #everyone is ok and nothing hurts #my writing #answers #just realised I wrote Buck as Evan throughout even though it’s his POV #guess I’m just still big mad at see you around Buck?

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mellowswriting · 2 years ago

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i work this weekend so i’m sending this in early but; Soap with a breeding kink 😩 he wants a huge family idc

babe. you are so right. don’t even get me started on how crazy he would be when you’re actually pregnant 😩

sinful sunday

Johnny talks about it constantly. He muses about what life would look like with a few little ones running amok; a full house, the sound of little feet stampeding through the halls, raising little warriors that look like the two of you. He doesn’t push or pressure you, of course. He’s more than willing to wait until you’re ready - but that doesn’t stop him from waxing poetic about how amazing it will be. The moment you tell him you’re ready to start trying, his brain bluescreens from the rush of different emotions.

“Dinnae say that to me, hen.” He whispers, eyes wide. “Not unless you really mean it.”

“Well, I stopped taking the pill and I saw my doctor.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders as you settle in his lap. He looks at you like you’re blowing his mind and giving him the entire universe all at once. His hands come to rest at your waist, his touch gentle and reverent. “Plus, both my calendar and the test I just took say I’m ovulating.”

John blinks up at you, still buffering as he processes. “So… you really mean it?”

“Yeah, you dork. I really mean it.”

Your over-preparedness was a necessity because you knew for a fact that the moment you told him, he would not rest until he knocked you up. Getting everything squared away meant all that pent-up eagerness would be put to good use - and boy, does John really use it.

It’s been at least thirty-six hours since you’ve seen anything besides the four walls of the bedroom you share with your baby fever stricken husband. You feel hot, your body wracked with trembles as his softening cock slips out of your well-fucked pussy. Fuck, you never knew it was possible to feel so empty yet so full at the same time. You’ve lost count of how many times he’s fucked you, how many orgasms he’s pulled from your strung out body, how many times he’s buried himself deep and filled you with his seed.

“There you go, that’s my girl.” Johnny sighs, honeyed reverence dripping from his lips. His big, warm palms slide up your thighs and squeeze gently, tenderly helping you come down from the rigorous way he’s worked you over. His eyes are bright with affection as he looks over you for even the slightest sign of pain or discomfort. “You look so pretty full of my cum. Gonna look even prettier with my baby in your belly.”

“Fuck, John…” The roughness of your voice makes him smile. He’s always had a thing about this - you all sweaty and fucked out, your voice hoarse from screaming his name, your body prone and trembling beneath him. John thrives on being a good husband and right now, that means knocking up his pretty little wife. His cock twitches, already half hard and nudging your thigh. You give him an incredulous look and huff out a disbelieving laugh. “How are you still hard?”

“Can ya blame me?” John’s eyes trail down your body and he shakes his head. “I mean, look at you… my gorgeous wife, all fucked full a’ me…”

His praise sends you flush with warmth, stokes the flames of arousal in your belly. The effect he has on you is intoxicating. Your body aches with overstimulation yet John gives you that appreciative look, his eyes bright with desire, and you ache for more. His hand slips down to trace the mess he’s made of you and you concede to him, spread your thighs and welcome the pleasure-pain of his touch.

“Just one more, hen. One more and I’ll let ya rest. Gotta make sure it takes, don’t we?” He babbles as he presses close and hooks your legs around his waist. The kiss he drags you into is messy, all spit and tongue and desperation. He drinks in the sound of your cry as he slides into your abused pussy, meeting no resistance as his cum leaks out around his cock. “ I’ll do all the work, you just lay back and let me make you feel good, yeah? That’s it, good girl…”

#sinful sunday #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish x you #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x you #john mactavish x reader smut #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x you #john mactavish smut

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bel1ewrites · 2 years ago

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Could you do a Samantha Carpenter x female Reader where Sam is Ghostface and she goes to kill reader, but she thinks they're too pretty to kill? Thank you, I loved your last fic!!

Such a Waste (GF!Samantha Carpenter x Fem!Reader)

Description: After Sam hits her breaking point, she leaves a trail of death in her wake. What will she do when she meets her match?

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: themes of murder, a little fluff, smut, praise kink, top!Sam, bottom!reader, fingering, mentions of alcohol, slight over-stimulation, etc.

“Mom, I swear I’m fine! The murders are happening on the other side of town,” you sighed into your phone, swirling the ice around in your whiskey. Emptiness filled your loft as you sat in the dark on the only chair available.

“The other side of town? Honey, the last one was ten minutes away from you,” your mother stressed from the other line. It was fascinating how far up your ass she remained, even from six hundred miles away. “Just… lock your doors for me, okay? I’m your mother. It’s my job to worry about you.”

The two of you said your goodbyes for the night before you knocked back the rest of your drink. You winced as the burn traveled through you, settling deep within your stomach. The sound of the city pushed its way through your closed windows. It was well past midnight, but the thought of sleeping through the noise made you pour yourself another drink.

Moving to New York was supposed to change everything. Your first taste of freedom was supposed to exhilarate you; leave you inspired or whatever. Instead, you were just bored out of your mind and lonely.

—------------

Sam left her apartment that night with an untameable fury inside of her. She could feel it in her bones, spreading throughout every cell in her body. As usual, there was no source for her anger. She had nothing to blame but her own sick mind.

She didn’t remember how she’d gone so far west. Her feet carried her to some unknown destiny without the consent of her conscience. The street lights flickered with each quiet footstep. Not many people were out at three AM.

The black cloak she wore rustled gently, her mask grasped in her hands.

For some reason, her movements faltered as she came across a run down brick building. It seemed to be a living space of some sort, the address plastered on the door.

Looking around, Sam tentatively reached towards the doorknob. Her lithe fingers wrapped around it and twisted softly. To her surprise, the door opened with the first small push.

Upon her first glimpse of the living space, she’d assumed it was empty. Darkness blanketed the area, the only source of light being the flickering street lamps that shone through the windows. It smelt faintly of lavender and… whiskey?

Her eyes caught on an empty glass laying on the floor, trailing slowly to the sole loveseat pushed against the farthest wall. Two bare legs, thighs spread slightly. One baggy t-shirt covering upper thighs, torso, and a steadily rising and falling chest. She shut the door quietly and walked towards you.

When she saw your face, she choked on her breath.

Your brows were pinched together as if your dream was hard to wrap your head around. Breathing lightly through your nose, you made little noises that had Sam’s heart beating rapidly. She was so caught up in the perfect imperfections that you possessed, that she didn’t realize her grip loosening around her mask.

When it hit the floor, your head shot up. She was mortified as she watched your eyes slowly blink open, adjusting to the darkness. You caught sight of the figure standing in front of you and alarms sounded throughout your head. It was clad in all black, save for its naked face.

Sam reached for her knife as you sat there and stared at her. She wasn’t quite sure what to do in this situation. You weren’t screaming and you weren’t attacking her. Hell, you weren’t even running. Wide eyes stared into hers, then flicked down to her knife. All you could think about was the fact that your mom was right.

“Are you uh… gonna kill me?” You asked, voice wavering in your throat.

It was at this point that Sam realized just how deep the metaphorical pile of shit she was standing in was. You’d seen her face. She had to kill you. She had to.

“I don’t know.”

Her voice was even. The slight rasp that wrapped around each word made you wish she’d said more. It was a sick thing to think about a murderer. A twisted shudder ran through your body as the whiskey threatened to make its way back up.

Silence filled the space between the both of you. She was standing three feet, at most, away from where you sat in nothing but a big t-shirt and your underwear. The thought mortified you.

She stepped towards you, and you panicked. “Can I put pants on first?”

At this, she faltered. Her head tilted to the left inquisitively. As you looked up at her, half naked and probably taking your last few breaths, she shook her head.

You nodded in resignation, closing your eyes as a tear fell. You couldn’t open them again. You didn’t want her to see the fear in them when she took your life.

Your entire body tensed when you felt a cold hand rest against your jaw, thumb swiping out to wipe away the salty drop.

“Look at me,” she ordered softly; almost a whisper. You did. “Don’t cry.”

Those two words only made more tears fall. Panic shone in her eyes when she realized, brown irises shrinking as her pupils dilated. She dropped her knife and held up her hands. The black sleeves of her robes fell, exposing the flex of her forearms. Your watery eyes tracked the movement.

“You’re not going to kill me?” You looked her in the eye, lip quivering slightly. The way she looked down on you with her jaw tensed, hands up, would’ve been attractive under other circumstances.

“No,” she shook her head, “that would be such a waste, wouldn't it?” she questioned, dropping her hands to her sides and stepping so close to you that her knees brushed yours. Even in the dim lighting you could see every detail of her face as she looked down on you. In fact, you swore you saw her eyes get darker.

The room spun when she reached a hand forward and cupped the back of your neck. Her fingers tangled in the hair at your nape, firm and steady. When she tugged on it, your eyes fluttered shut and your head tilted up. She eyed the skin of your exposed neck.

“What’s your name?” she questioned, a serious curiosity laced through her words.

When you answered her, voice low and sleepy, she hummed. Then she repeated it, testing out the way that the singular word rolled off of her tongue. Coming from her, your name sounded like a prayer. Like the last drop of water in a dying desert.

“What’s yours?” you asked back, eyes fluttering open as you looked up at her from under your lashes. Her hand at your nape tensed while her eyes drank in the sight.

“Sam… Samantha.” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, watching your eyes drop to her mouth drunkenly.

When you looked back up at her eyes, you found them running along the skin of your exposed thighs. Warmth blossomed in the pit of your stomach involuntarily.

“Are you going to leave? Since you aren’t gonna… y’know,” you trailed off, letting the silence fill the space instead of the end of your sentence.

“Do you want me to leave, sweet girl?” She pouted.

For some reason, unknown to you or any higher power, you shook your head. You didn’t want her to go. You wanted to see where this was going. What would this serial killer do if she stayed?

With this answer, Sam pulled you up to stand in front of her by the nape of your neck. Your nose almost brushed her chin as you looked up at the slightly taller woman. Without warning, she turned the both of you around and sat on the loveseat.

You now stood in front of her, between her parted thighs. Her hands rested either side of your hips, fingers squeezing lightly.

“Take a seat,” she ordered, pulling you forward. You hesitated for a moment before climbing into her lap, legs spread and straddling her hips. Her hands shifted to the small of your back, rubbing slightly to sooth you. Your own hands rested limply on her shoulders.

Exhaling sharply through her nose, Sam brought her hands to the apex of your thighs and trailed them down slowly. “So soft,” she sighed as her hands moved back up, “So pretty.”

She pushed your shirt up around the small of your waist, eyes falling to the lace that covered the most sensitive part of you.

“Take the shirt off,” she practically begged with a shaky voice. The anticipation had her grasping your waist with an almost painful force.

You did as you were told, ever the people pleaser, arms crossing and hands gripping the material. You tugged it over your head and the cold air hit your exposed nipples.

Sam immediately leaned forward and took one into her mouth without warning. The warmth of the press of her tongue had your head lolling back. She grunted and hummed around the bud, sending vibrations through you. When she sucked with force you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming.

When her attention shifted to your other nipple, your hands found her hair and held her to you. “Just like that, Sam,” you sighed needily; hips shifting slightly against nothing.

A deep and guttural sound left the back of her throat, hands falling to where the waistband of your final piece of clothing sat. Her thumbs dipped under the material and rubbed the skin beneath it. With a final nip to the flesh of your tit, she trailed her lips up until she reached your clavicle.

“What do you want, baby? Hm? Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you right now,” she breathed against your skin. When you didn’t answer, she bit your neck in warning and listened as you moaned. “Tell me and I’ll do it. Let me hear your pretty little voice, come on.”

“Take them off.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, her hands went to the side of your lower hip and ripped the material there before moving to the other side. Within seconds she had you completely naked, mouth and eyes wide as you processed her show of strength. When she didn’t immediately touch you, a desperate sound left you as your head fell to the crook of her neck.

“Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it,” she begged you, rubbing her hands up and down your back as you breathed heavily.

“Just fucking touch me, Sam. Please,” you whined into her neck.

“I am touching you. Where do you need me? Don’t be stubborn, baby.”

“Rub my clit,” you said in a small voice, finally relenting. With no further protest, her hands left your back. One settled at the crease of your bent knee, the other running through your soaked cunt. The pads of her fingers found your clit quickly, rubbing gentle circles on it like she knew exactly what you needed.

The moan you let out went right into her ear, filling her with the need to see you fall apart in her hands. You were making the neediest little sounds; all for her. Everything was for her.

She pressed her fingers against your clit and stilled them, making you twitch involuntarily. “You’re so pretty,” she said in disbelief, eyes boring into your face. “Look at me,” her free hand gripped your neck and pulled your head forward. “Come on. Look at me with those pretty little eyes and I’ll fuck you until you can’t breathe.”

Your eyes popped open, brows pinched together and lip quivering. It was all too intense. The coil forming inside of you, her animalistic stare, her hand on your neck, her eyes on yours. Her fingers started moving again, tight circles driving you insane.

“Tell me how it feels,” her hand tightened around your neck.

“So good. Making me feel s-so good, Sam,” you slurred.

When her pace picked up, fingers pressing into you with painful pressure, you knew it wouldn’t be long until you broke.

“Just like that- oh fuck just-” your head fell back, throat stretching in her hand. She tightened her grip until you had trouble breathing.

“Let me hear you. Come on, cum on my fingers like a good girl,” she said darkly, watching as you choked and shuddered. Your hips grinded against her hand as you chased your release.

When it hit you, the world went dark. The only thing keeping you grounded as you twitched and shuddered was her hand around your neck. The muscles in your stomach tightened urgently. Your needy cunt clenched around nothing as her fingers continued to circle your clit and help you ride out the waves crashing through you.

Just as you were about to come down, she shoved two fingers into your dripping hole with all of her force. The shock of it all pushed a deep moan out of you as your cunt gripped her fingers. She dropped her hand from your neck and wrapped her arm around you, supporting you when you fell further into her.

“That’s it baby, one more. You’re so good, taking it all just like you should,” she cooed into your ear.

Incoherent sounds left your mouth, each pump of her fingers forced her palm to brush against your overly sensitive clit. It was too much to take, but you took it with gratitude. As you rode her hand, all you could focus on was making her proud. She asked for one more, and all you could do was be her good girl and give it to her.

She noticed your breathing pick up, moans getting higher and higher. Your heart pounded so heavily in your chest that she could feel it reverberating through her.

“Fuck you’re so perfect. Let it hit you, it’s okay,” she promised you before pressing hard into that spongy spot inside of you.

The pressure in your stomach was unbearable as it reached its peak. You practically melted into her when you fell apart. She was drunk on you; on your moans, on your body, on the way you squeezed her fingers. She hummed soothingly when tears fell on her neck, your body shaking and cunt dripping desperately.

When you came to, the room was quiet and her arms were wrapped around you. Your head was still resting against her shoulder, face buried in her neck and breathing her in. It was the most peaceful moment of your life. The sound of her quiet breaths, the warmth of her figure beneath you.

“Can you stay?” you mumbled sleepily.

Her hands rubbed your back gently as she nodded.

Pt. 2

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Rugby gains: A tale of freedom and fun leading to folds and flab.

The locker room was dimly lit, the fluorescent lights casting sharp, unflattering shadows on the white tiles and stainless steel fixtures. James stood in front of the wide mirror, towel slung low around his hips, water still dripping from his damp hair. The room was empty, a rare moment of solitude after practice. He was six foot one, a towering figure who had always drawn eyes with his broad shoulders and carved physique. But that was last term.

At the start of the university year, James had been the picture of athletic perfection. His lean, 210-pound frame had been honed through years of rugby, hours spent running drills, lifting weights, and sticking to strict, protein-rich diets. His abs had been defined slabs, the deep grooves between them emphasized whenever he took a breath. His thighs were powerful columns of muscle, the kind that flexed visibly with even the slightest shift in stance.

But now, the mirror told a different story. Three months of heavy drinking, late-night takeout, and a careless indulgence in greasy pub fare had made their mark. The scale in the corner, the one every player avoided when they weren’t at their peak, had shown 224 pounds the day before. Fourteen pounds heavier than the start of term—a stone, as James’s mates would jest, always clapping his softening back with a grin.

James scrutinized his reflection. The abs that once defined his midsection were now hidden under a layer of softness. His stomach, once taut, pushed forward, rounding subtly at first, then more noticeably when he let his core relax. The skin felt stretched, warmer and smoother than it had been when tight over muscle. James ran a hand over it, feeling the unfamiliar give, the way his fingers sank slightly into the new layer of fat. His obliques were still there, buried but detectable, though the sharp V that once directed eyes downward had all but faded. When he moved, his belly shifted with him, a subtle jiggle that caught his attention in a way it never had before.

A month later, James stood in front of the mirror again. The scale read 230 pounds now. He had started noticing how his chest had changed—the once firm, defined pecs now carried a softness that spread outward, rounding at the bottom. When he bounced on the balls of his feet, they moved slightly, a motion that left him surprised and embarrassed. His stomach had developed a slight overhang that pressed against the waistband of his gym shorts, and he found himself adjusting it more often. His love handles had grown, a soft curve that cupped his sides and gave his midsection a more rounded appearance. He poked at them, feeling the way the fat resisted but shifted under pressure, pliant and warm.

Two weeks later, James returned to the locker room after practice, now tipping the scale at 235 pounds. He could feel the difference in the way his body moved—the extra weight shifting with each step, creating a slight bounce in his stride. His thighs now rubbed together, the skin chafing in a way it never had before, and the tops of his quads had a noticeable layer of softness that jiggled as he walked. His belly, fuller and rounder, pressed more firmly against the waistband, creating a slight crease that dug into his skin. The fat at his sides now extended further back, giving him a wider, softer silhouette.

James examined his chest again, pressing lightly at the edges of his pecs. They were no longer just rounded; they felt heavier, sagging subtly when he hunched forward. His fingers sank deeper into the new cushion of fat, and he could see the way it pushed back, moving fluidly beneath the skin. His stomach now had a defined curve that bulged outward, and when he jumped slightly, the resulting motion sent a wave through the fat, making it ripple and settle with a slight, soft bounce.

By mid-spring, James was up to 243 pounds. The changes were undeniable, even to him. His arms, once cut with hard muscle, now had a rounded look, and the triceps that once flexed like coiled ropes were now smoother, covered in a thicker layer of fat. His belly had grown noticeably, stretching further over the waistband of his shorts. The skin was taut, but the fat underneath was soft and pliant. When he sat down, rolls formed at his sides, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric, and he would shift to relieve the pressure. His chest moved more freely now, a slight bounce accompanying each step or jump.

James felt the extra weight most when running drills. The way his stomach shifted with each sprint was disorienting, and the extra heft made him tire faster. The feeling of his belly pressing against his shorts was constant, and when he jogged, he could feel the jiggle spreading through his midsection, each step sending a ripple that took a moment to settle. His teammates had started to comment more, playful jabs and knowing looks. “Still bulking, mate?” they’d tease, patting the soft swell of his stomach as they passed.

Then came his birthday, and with it, a series of celebrations that spiraled into an uninterrupted streak of indulgence. The pastries from the morning surprise, the pints that followed in the evening, and the deep-fried late-night snacks—it all piled on. By the time the final term was drawing to a close, James stood on the locker room scale again, eyes wide at the number staring back: 254 pounds.

His reflection had changed dramatically. The soft, full curve of his belly now formed a pronounced overhang that pressed firmly against his shorts, even spilling slightly over the waistband. The skin stretched more with each gain, smooth and warm under his touch. His love handles were no longer just curves; they folded deeply into his sides when he bent over, and the movement sent a wave of motion through the newly added fat. His chest had transformed further, the pecs now looking more like soft mounds, resting heavily when he leaned forward.

The biggest change, he noticed, was in his face. The chiseled jawline that had once drawn compliments was now blurred by a fullness around his cheeks and under his chin. He turned sideways, taking in the profile: the roundness of his stomach now peeked out past his chest, a testament to every post-match feast and midnight snack. His legs still held their powerful build, but even they had gathered a cushion of fat around the quads and hamstrings. The muscles were there—buried deeper but present. When he walked, he could feel the slight resistance of his thighs pressing together more than they used to, and the gentle swaying of his body felt unfamiliar.

By the end of his first year, he was nearly four stone heavier than when he’d first arrived. The scale read 266 pounds. James stared at the numbers, a mixture of shock and acceptance washing over him. The whispers among the team had turned into full-blown ribbing, affectionate but undeniable. The words “bulk season” were thrown around with laughter, even when the season was long over.

James stood in front of the mirror, towel slipping as he rested both hands on his stomach, feeling its heft and the way it subtly rolled over the waistband of his shorts. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, watching the way his belly swayed, the new softness pressing against his hands. The skin was stretched, smooth, and warm, yielding under his fingers as he kneaded it lightly. The sensation was strange, both uncomfortable and oddly familiar, a constant reminder of the year’s excess.

He traced the curve of his love handles, now pronounced and folding slightly at the sides when he bent. Each movement sent a ripple through the fat, a slow, almost mesmerizing wave that settled back into place when he stood still. His chest, once a point of pride, now rose and fell with a noticeable jiggle. When he flexed, the muscle was still there, firm and strong beneath the surface, but the added layer of fat made it harder to see, blurring the hard lines that once defined him.

James turned to the side, studying the profile of his body. His stomach jutted out, full and heavy, and when he relaxed, it hung slightly over the waistband of his shorts, creating a shadow that hadn’t been there before. The skin at the lower part of his belly was the softest, moving with a gentle sway as he shifted his stance. His thighs, thick and powerful, now brushed together with every step, the friction constant and familiar. The extra fat around his legs jiggled with each movement, and even his calves, which had always been rock-solid, carried a slight curve now, the skin smoother and softer.

He reached for the scale one last time, almost dreading the confirmation. It blinked to life, the numbers ticking up until they settled at 266 pounds. James exhaled deeply, a mix of disbelief and resignation. He ran his hands over his body, tracing the journey of the past year—the nights of celebration, the shared meals, the careless indulgence that had transformed him from the lean athlete to this softer, heavier version of himself.

The locker room door creaked open, and a teammate’s voice echoed inside. “Hey, James! You coming?” He glanced at his reflection one last time, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. The year had changed him in more ways than one, and as he wrapped the towel around himself and turned to join his team, he felt a mix of determination and acceptance. The path back to the lean, chiseled version of himself would be long, but for now, he was content with the story his reflection told.

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