#what matters is in real life it’s looks majestic !!!!

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

looking for my sailor!billy core 😊✌️

[shen-daozhang]

not to get like real life on here, but turns out I have a 6cm cyst in one ovary, and a 3cm cyst in the other. Which, you know, explains some things.

Which I also feel like is a commentary on people who live with chronic pain, the fact that I've had this for so long and just kind of lived with it, and only very recently thought "hey the fact that I'm in agony close to 24/7 is maybe something I should get checked out?"

[lillygamine]

𝐿𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒱𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎

♡ Warning:Female!Reader x Male!Yandere, Male!Wizard!Teacher, Mention of non-consensual relationship, Mention of Love Potion, Mention of NSFW, Mention of body transformation (Non-reader), Mention of torture and death (Non-reader ),Mention of non-kissing, Age difference (Reader: About 20 years || Yandere: About 40 years), Short Imagine ♡ Note:I don't speak English so I'm sorry for any mistakes in writing.

When he closed his eyes, his mind was flooded with memories: His first spell, the first spellbook he read, the first potion he made, his achievements and his recognition. The feeling was still fresh in his mind, but it no longer seemed to have the same weight… everything had become so boring, being recognized as a prodigy, a great sorcerer, having his achievements recognized no longer seemed so interesting, on the contrary! It seemed boring and repetitive.

When everything became so boring, living alone became more attractive, not having to deal with people surrounding you, with their masks and words full of envy camouflaged with sweet praise and flattery… it was so predictable that it was unpleasant. So the Wizard decided to “retire”, live in a distant and distant village, where the peasants did not even know of his existence.

Life was peaceful, but the peace didn't last long… People started to appear at his door, sometimes to ask for potions and medicines, other times it was people who wanted to be his apprentices, and refusing didn't seem to keep them away, soon giving in the great mass of insistent and inconvenient people.

Becoming a teacher, he constantly had students circulating around his house and lands, insisting and insisting, testing his patience… They came and went, some couldn't stand his classes, his methods or his humor, which led them to give up; But he never cared, he was already tired, even in his 40s, he felt like he was too old for that (Although he hadn't even reached the age to worry about his age, since he was still in his prime, at least for a Wizard)

The Wizard didn't bother to keep names or faces, they never stayed for long, but you… you were different. When you arrived, asking to be his apprentice, he was as indifferent as ever, but there was something in your eyes, a flame so intense that it made his legs feel weak for a few seconds.

You were his best apprentice, you stood out in your small class of students, like a majestic flower that grew alone in a soil infertile with weeds. No matter what the challenge was, what his method or his orders were, you always dedicated yourself day and night to accomplish it, even if you sometimes failed, the sparkle in you eyes when he told you how you could do it or what you should improve, it was so intense that it could make anyone feel their heart miss a few beats.

He couldn't say when or how it started, but he wanted you, so intensely as if his life depended on it. One time he got closer to analyze a potion you were doing, he got close enough to smell you, you smelled like lavender and vanilla, it was so good he wanted to put his head on your neck and breathe deeply for hours, then From that day he recorded your smell in his brain, he can feel it when he closes his eyes. Another time, he found you sleeping under a tree, he knows he shouldn't have, but you slept so peacefully, you looked so beautiful, he couldn't help himself, he kissed you, and he felt like he was holding his breath until that moment, when he can finally breathe.

You had such soft lips, such a sweet taste, it seemed so unreal… He moved away when he felt you moving in your sleep, it was what he needed to regain his sanity, he left you as quickly as possible.

After that, everything got worse… his hunger, his desire for you were so intense that you haunted his dreams, every night he dreamed of you in his bed, it was so real… Your moans, Your heavy breathing, the softness of your body, your taste, your smell, the way your pussy squeezed around him. It was so intense, so real! He always woke up sweaty, flushed and with a painful and inconvenient erection that took a long time to disappear.

The Wizard made a decision, which would have you in his arms and planned in detail how to win you, but his plan was ruined before it was even put into practice, one of your colleagues, a young man your age, was surrounding you, making you laughing, touching your hands, touching your hair and then the Wizard felt his heart burn with fury.

You were his, his alone, and this disgusting little worm dared to try to take you from him? Of course he couldn't leave it like that…

In the following weeks, your colleague no longer appeared, and only he knew why; But with this little worm away from you, he could begin his plan and, just in case, he prepared something to facilitate his plan, a bubbling potion, Burgundy-colored and with a sweet smell reminiscent of honey, a few drops in your food, and in a few days you will think about him as intensely as he thinks about you. And as for your friend… well, salamanders have always been used as ingredients, but unlike the others, this one will have its limbs removed while it's still breathing…

[deepfivetraveller]

King Baldwin x Time!Traveler!reader

chapter 1

Chapter 2 here

Okay I’m a little new to writing romance so please take it easy on me. Btw I’ll try to keep y/n as neutral as possible but since this is set in the ancient era and religion is very important, y/n shall be hinted as being Hindu since that’s the only one that seems neutral in this situation.

“Alright that's all for the lesson. And since its complete I expect all of you to be thorough with ‘Life of King Baldwin iv’ during this weekend since there will be a test on this very topic next wednesday. Have a great weekend by the way.” The professor stands up and closes his laptop and all the other students start packing up.

“He had a pretty hard life didn’t he?” One of your friends chimes in. You look at her unsurprised. “You mean king Baldwins?”

“Duh! Poor man suffered an incurable disease almost his entire life! Imagine having skin infested in bacteria, euggh!” She recoils in disgust. “Imagine the cure to that disease being bacteria itself! Pretty sure Leprosy can be cured using multi antibiotic therapy.” Another friend joins in the conversation. You finished packing up your bag so you get up. “But no matter what, you gotta respect him. He never used his illness as an excuse to be a bad king.”

“That’s true….” Your first friend agrees. “He’s tough. When I catch a normal cold I give up all of my responsibilities since I’m sick. Wonder how hard it must have been for him.” All of you exit the classroom. A few minutes go by and topics have changed. A fun conversation lasted for a while before it was time to go, so you three parted ways.

As you entered your home your first thought was to take a cold shower after a long, hot and sweaty day. While eagerly hopping into the shower you get reminded of the conversation you had with your friends a while ago. What did king Baldwin even look like? There were no images in your textbook. Curiosity got the best of you, making you draw back the shower curtains to leave. You wrapped a towel and went towards the table where you kept your mobile, typed a quick ‘King Baldwin the 4th images’ and hit enter. Two images popped up. One being an actual painting from the 12th century while the other being an image reconstructed by scientists which looked…realistic to say the least.

His face in the second photo was majestic. His mouth and nose were almost non-existent, having only two triangular shaped holes instead of a nose. His skin was dry, withered and stretched while having the hue of a dry leaf during autumn. Even though he was severely disfigured his eyes were pure and bright, having a child like innocence towards them. King Baldwin was…Quite handsome.

Okay that’s enough now snap out of it! It’s probably just some AI prompt message image anyway. If anyone found out you found him handsome they’d call you crazy. Plus now is not the time to fangirl over a dead king, now's the time to study. In an attempt to distract yourself you pick up your books to do work. Hours painfully go by as you study but finally, finally it was bedtime. You could care less about eating dinner or even taking a shower, you plop yourself onto your bed and wrap the soft blanket around your body. Thoughts about King Baldwin strike your mind again. Seriously, what's wrong with you?! Why is this man plaguing your thoughts all day?

A sigh escaped your mouth from irritation. If only it was possible to console him for his losses or better yet, cure him entirely. The world would have been a better place if he had the lifespan of a normal man.

But there is no point thinking about this, time to go to bed now. As you try to go to sleep your body keeps doing the fake fall thing, annoying you to the core. And finally when your bodys heartbeat was steady and your breathing was quiet, your body did that fake fall thing again but this time it was actually a real fall.

Eyes widen as you try to grab onto the air to prevent your fall but of course, you fail. Adrenaline rushes through your veins for that split second before you finally make an impact on the cobblestone path?

Owch! That fall really hurt, especially at the back of your shoulders! You hope it’s not bruised there. But after that reality check, you look around only to find yourself in some village?

You can see a few small huts and buildings beyond the grassy field. Where are you? How are you here? Why are you here? Too confused and dazed from the fall, you try to look around for people for help. That is until a holographic screen with text pops up.

Congratulations Ms. Y/n. Your wish to cure King Baldwin has been approved by the ₦ł₥฿Ʉ₴฿₳Ʉ₦Ʉ₴. You are now at Jerusalem, Year: 1181.

“What?”

Yes it’s true Ms.Y/n, you really are in the 12th century.

Your blood is now boiling in anger. “Just because….Someone wishes pity over a dead king DOES NOT ACTUALLY MEAN THEY WANT TO CURE HIM!” You try to grab onto the screen to shake it vigorously but your hands go right thru.

Now now, let’s calm down and try to get over with this together I’m sure we’ll find a solution.

“Calm down…CALM DOWN?!?!?!? I’m in the middle of nowhere in Jerusalem during the 12th century and you want me to CALM DOWN???? I don’t even know French and not to mention I’M NOT CHRISTIAN!” You were screaming with your hand in the air. Pretty sure you woke someone up.

Y-Yes but that’s why I’m here. Don’t worry about communication, the language module for french had been uploaded into your brain while you fell here.

The screen flickers a little, maybe due to fear.

Uploaded knowledge? “But I’m a woman from the 21st century! I can’t live here! I’m wayy to accustomed to the privileges of my time!”

That’s one of my perks miss! By using currency of this time you may purchase products of your time thru me! The screen changes to an online store. For now you have access to basic necessities like food and clothes. As you complete missions you shall unlock other parts of the online market! The screens display brightness increases due to enthusiasm, convinced it has impressed you.

You however look at it in exasperated shock. “How is this even possible?” You say with dread in your voice. “Who sent me here?” You ask, no, demand.

Like I said You’ve been sent here by ₦ł₥฿Ʉ₴฿₳Ʉ₦Ʉ₴. I’m pretty sure you can’t read that since mortals don’t have the capacity to….

Mortals? Is this the play of some higher being? God even? Too many questions float through your head, making you visibly tired. You can feel the bottom of the skin beneath your eyes folding, an indicator you’re developing dark circles.

Ah. It looks like you’re tired. It’s night anyway. You should sleep.

“But where do I-”

“Excuse me madam.” You turn around to see a man standing behind you. “I’ve noticed you’ve been talking to yourself.”

So he can’t see the screen. From his ragged outfit he seems to be a commoner. He also genuinely seems worried so you guess it wouldn’t hurt to ask for help.

“Yes, sorry for that.” You say embarrassingly while you get up. “You see I’m from the family of wandering traders, here to sell spices from my land. I was talking to myself since I was quite irritated at how I didn’t have an inn for the night.” The explanation seems responsible enough I guess.

“But I don’t see any goods with you… And how did a young lady such as yourself travel alone? Where is your husband?”

Crap. He’s doubting you. You need to give him a reasonable explanation fast or he’ll call you a witch or something.

“Oh no sir you’re mistaken! My father is the one who has the spices, it’s his business after all. We had to split ways during travel due to inconveniences, I’m merely here to help him!” You put on your best smile to convince him.

“O-Oh I’m sorry madame! H-Here let me lead you, I know an Inn nearby.” Good. Looks like he believes you. But now it’s your turn.

“I’m sorry sir but how can I trust you?” You step back a little. “What if you take advantage of me? How shall I testify my innocence? The locals would definitely believe you over me.”

“No no please don’t! I’m a married man. My wife’s right there.” he points at the lady standing just outside the house, looking worried. You look at her and she nods her head in reassurance. “You seem like a noble from your land madame judging from your colorful dress, why don’t the both of us show you where the inn is?”

Hmm….Guess colorful clothing is rare here. And he really does seem like he wants to help.

“Very well then. Both of you show me they way.” The man eagerly tells his wife the incident and both of them show you around. The screen follows you, showing you a winking emoticon.

Congrats Ms. Y/n! You have officially begun your first mission!

[strwbrythoughts]

gamble your life away | aventurine

Bullet-point scenario of you, a fisher(wo)man meeting a merman with beautiful eyes

A/N: merman!aven popped up in my head now this is what you get btw wish my drawing skills were real :( would've been sick to draw and design him what. also here's a small warm-up, i'll possibly be taking a gap year and this is what i warm up with smh

You were one of the many lone fishermen at sea, catching schools of fish and selling them to put food on your table. To say that you were a complete amateur to the profession was not entirely true, but to call you a professional was a bit far-fetched as well. It didn't really matter how the villagers wanted to perceive you. All you wanted was a peaceful life in this small town by the ocean.

Alas, no remarkable tale carves a place into people's minds by being mediocre.

Right now, you were face-to-face with a half-man half-fish creature. A mermaid? No, perhaps a merman would be more accurate. There were no little seashells covering what seemed to be the nipples of this strange creature. And that smug grin on his face...

"Like what you see?" His voice was melodious to the ears. It would not be a surprise to anyone if he wanted to lure a human with his voice to devour all he'd like.

You turned your head away from him. An inexplicable heat was rising, pooling from your stomach and all the way up to your face. Thank goodness it was already dark. You could only hope the moonlight bathing the two of you would not make it obvious to him that you were embarrassed beyond belief right now.

The merman chuckled, a sound akin to an angel's voice, tinted with a bit of amusement. You were not sure if angels could feel emotions, but the fact that this creature was laughing meant you were caught red-handed.

"I eat a variety of things...but maybe not you. You're too cute to just sit in my stomach and digested to nothing." The merman continued, slapping his tail against the boat as if calling for attention. Your attention. "Hey, entertain me for a bit."

An angry and annoyed frown snuck its way onto your lips when you turned to him. "You think I have time to be your little jester? You've scared away all the fish! I might sell you instead." Indeed, the waters had been cleared and devoid of fish. It was unclear if this merman had eaten them before climbing onto your boat like he owned it, or he scared them away with his majestic presence. You were too focused on having no fish to catch to care at this point.

"Hm...yes, a cute little jester, all for me to keep. Let's make a deal. I'll give you all the riches you want, and you stay where I want you to; in this case, by my side. What do you say?"

He held out his right hand. Lithe fingers uncurled from a fist to a more relaxed open palm, on top of it a chip. It looked like one of the chips you frequently saw the crusty old men at the saloon use on Friday nights, drinking and gambling their money away from their wives.

To say you were not the least bit intrigued by his proposal would be a lie. You wouldn't have to go out to sea early in the morning and return late at night just for a dime or two. The woes of land mortals would not strike you down with unlimited riches in your possession.

Yet, to gamble your life and possibly freedom away; was it a risk you were willing to take?

The merman smiled as he watched you with his eyes, colourful and striking yet retaining an elegant quality. "Come on. Gamble your life away with me for a better one."

Thank you for reading!

[hoperays-song]

Sing Timeline

After awhile of trying to figure out realistically in what order all the Sing materials occur just due to the events we see in certain promo material as well as shorts, I believe to have a current working timeline of everything that is likely canon to the story.

I did have rules on what materials could be included which were:

Only things that visibly included the Sing Cast could count to the timeline.

Clear ads or real world product promotion does not count.

No crossovers, no matter how fun.

This is only my personal theory so feel free to disagree but it is as follows:

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Sing for the Gold

This comes first as it just shows different talent show auditionees all enjoying music and singing without really revealing much about them or the plot. But! Still all canon sing characters.

Sing 1/Eddies Life Coach

In Sing 1, Eddie mentions that his mom has him meeting with a life coach to figure out his true purpose. That could very well be Gary, as it seems to follow his training mindset, and explain why Eddie is so infrequently appearing in the middle of the movie.

Gunter Babysits

Considering how this shows Gunter and Rosita as friends, as well as Norman and Rosita going out for the night (potentially even working on their relationship by doing so), it would make sense that this happens soon after Sing 1.

Animal Attraction

Darius had already won awards by the time he was cast in Out Of This World, something that he brags about to his new castmates. This would allow him to gain that notoriety that Buster was talking about as well as be likely new in the job market when OOTW begins casting.

Love at First Sight

Just due to the nature of the short (being about romance), I typically place it around Valentine's Day as that's also when people typically start really wanting romance much more vocally. This also would explain why Johnny's clothes are still from Sing 1, as his family would still be in jail and likely still aren't having much money/are there to give him new hand-me-downs.

Sing 2

I typically see this as a little over to exactly a year after the first movie timeline wise just due to Calatonia weather being very similar and that would also have likely been about the amount of prison time the gang would have served.

For Gunter’s Eyes Only

The only reason that this is not overlapping with Sing 2 is purely how busy the cast was during the entire movie. Slipping out even for one night for a show doesn't really make sense.

It’s Showtime

The stage area that the cast is in looks different from Crystal Theatre, leading me to believe it is likely the Majestic, though I am curious on why Johnny was all the way across town.

Sing: Thriller

Judging by the Halloween Party, this is seemingly set on Halloween, so the cast likely took a night or two off from Out Of This World to do a specialty performance back home.

Happy Holidays from Sing

Now, I know this was promo for the first movie. However, since Johnny can dance in this and the group seems really comfortable with each other, I'm placing it as after them having known each other for at least a year and Johnny going through dance lessons.

Come Home

Come Home mentions that they watch the "Moon Theatre Holiday Special" every year and the kids know the cast by name. Judging by how the kids seem young, likely around five or six years old, for this to have been a tradition, it probably would have started four or three years before. So this is actually likely a fair bit after both movies.

[winterrrnight]

KEZ!!! I just thought of an amazing idea😭, you know how Ward lended Rafe, Cameron industries…what about before Rafe married reader, she always dreamed of having (the pictures), a majestic bookroom filled w books. So!! Before getting married she would always talk abt Rafe building anything similar for her, and since we all know Rafe is OBSESSED w wife, he already started rough drafts to make sure wife got everything she wanted, what Rafe vowed to her 🥹

IM GOING CRAZY IM GOING CRAZY IM GOING BATSHIT CRAZYYYYY abby I'm kissing your brain rn so hard 🥹🥹🫶🏼🫶🏼

part of this little universe <3

rafe has always known about his wife's obsession for books and her dream of having a book room, all of it decorated with aesthetics that she loves with all her heart (like literally anything!! whatever aesthetic the reader loves) and filled with so many books, like basically she wants her own little home library. 🥹

and rafe practically vowed the day she told him about her dreams that he will give it to her.

so the drafts were started, the ideas were thought, the sketches were made, and he was so determined to give her what she wants.

so, I believe that after their wedding when his wife gets to see their new house for the first time that rafe has been having built since the day he decided he's going to marry her and wants her in his life forever, the first room she's taken to is the bookroom!!!!

and its decorated exactly like how she used to tell him.

she wasn't even sure he would remember, but she is so in awe when she sees how much attention he paid to the details, how everything is just exactly the way she would describe to him.

she just didn't know rafe would be so lost in her words when she used to be telling him about her dreams of owning something like that, and how he loved that dreamy look in her eyes that she gets each time she talks about something she's extremely passionate about.

and to see her dreams come to literal life, you all best believe she has to pinch herself to convince her mind it is real!!!!

and then rafe shows her around, showing her everything he got built in the room and she's just so in awe with the way he practically bought heaven to existence for her.

after they start living there rafe knows that there's a good chance she's almost always in that room, reading something she loves so so much.

and after she's done reading whatever book it was that kept her so intrigued she would share her crazy theories on the book and rafe would listen to her no matter what!! cause he loves her!! with her whole heart!! he'll bring her the entire solar system if she asks for it!!

her face again has that dreamy look he so so so SO loves, and he gets lost in it. lost in her soft expression, her voice, her gaze... and its like he's falling in love all over again.

goodness he's so so whipped for her, he's never letting her go for real. she's her goddess always and forever 💘

tagging my baes @runningfrom2am & @chenslucy who i know will eat this up!!!!

(share any of your husband!rafe thoughts and headcanons and/or your other drew/rafe/zach thoughts! sfw only <3)

[z3rinn]

# #. BATHTUB MERMAID.

in which your daily walks on the beach have been becoming more eventful as time passes. But after finding a certain scale, you feel as if you’re being watched at every turn.

this was a little unedited idea I came up with for halloween!! I wrote that Azul has scales when octopi dont- so uh-. slight yandere content up ahead !! hope you guys enjoy !! also- new header !! wdyt??

❝ rise and fall silver moon ❞

You never believed in mythical creatures.

The beach had become a safe spot for you throughout the years. It was still and serene; a place where life's problems sunk into the deep ocean before you.

The ocean had always been mysterious. It was a deep and spacious space, the beginning of life so to say. It held a sense of tranquility, yet alongside that, unpredictability.

The Sea held emotions. It could be violent and vicious, yet benevolent and peaceful. Perhaps this is what led to your fascination with the sea and its inhabitants. It's creatures.

The ocean reflected beauty, showing the world its colors and scales, it was a place creatures could thrive. However the deeper you go, the more terrifying it gets, showing what could be awaiting you in the unknown. 

The human imagination was vast, and could come up with many creatures and ideas. There were vampires and werewolves, Cryptids and Ghosts- all fantastical tales made up by the imagination.

The Sea had its own creatures as well, mermaids, yet similarly known as sirens. They were fantastical stories, usually depicted by sailors and legends. They were beings similar to humans, well, only half of them that is.

They were only half man, with long beautiful tails from the waist down. They were akin to fish, luring others with their songs and beauty. Their majestic colours aiding them.

A fishermens tale, as they say. You didnt believe in the stories, no matter how scary they could get. Scientifically it couldn’t be proven.

However, these legends didnt deter you from the ocean.

Now, on a dark night like this, where the silver moon lit up the sky, there shouldn't have been anything to worry about. It was an ideal night, peaceful and soothing.

The wind breezed across your face, brushing against skin and cloth. It was a chilly night, the cold ocean and air made a combination that was welcomed.

You walked slowly across the shore line, feeling the sand between your toes. It was soft and rocky, a texture you had frown accustomed to. The sand had significantly cooled compared to the burning heat from the morning, it felt nice against your skin.

You glanced behind you, seeing how far away you traveled from the lifeguard. You couldn't help but take notice of the tide that erased your footsteps.

It was if the world was erasing you.

Well, you wouldve thought that if it were for the black scale that washed up on shore.

And wow was it pretty.

You gently picked the scale up, rubbing off any remaining sand in the way.

You gaped in awe, cradling it in your hands. No way this could be real. Not with how beautiful it was.

The scale reminded you of an obsidian stone. Smooth and soft to the touch. It oddly resembled hard candy in your opinion.

You turned it over, noting that it was also very shiny. It looked like holographic sparkles with the way they shone against the moons silver light. Shifting it back and forth you could see bits of purple and blue reflecting in the moonlight.

It seriously looked like a jewel. Perfectly crafted and precise.

Hm.

You pocketed the scale. Continuing on with your walk. It's not like anyone would miss it right? In the end it was just another scale. No one would miss it.

You had keep reminding yourself of that. As the feeling of someone watching you became more apparent.

❝ mirror covered in chalky steam ❞

Showers weren't uncommon to take when coming home from the beach. In fact they were usually welcomed and desired.

Although going to the beach almost everyday you still couldn't get used to the feeling of sand everywhere.

It was so uncomfortable.

The need to get the grimy sand off was strong. And the urge to just pour clean water all over you was overwhelming. You just had to clean yourself of this dirt.

A light sigh escaped your lips as you stepped into the bathroom, ridding yourself of your clothes while turning the water on. Luckily this time you didn't go for a swim, so just a quick rinse would suffice.

But alas with some more thought you decided, sometimes a long bath was nice once in a while.

Grabbing your phone, you put a playlist on. The one you specifically made for your long walks on the beach. It could still work good enough, right?

A smile formed on your face as you stepped into the bathtub, hot water enveloping your body. It was a nice contrast against the beaches cold air.

You sunk deeper into the tub, unknowingly letting sleep sink its claws deep into you.

The last thing you saw was an array of sharp teeth above you, a soft, yet comforting voice lulling out a song. A pair of gold and grey eyes hypnotizing you, a spell to put you at ease. To sleep.

However, you were too far gone. And while your heart lept with adrenaline and fear, the drowsy feeling wasn't going away. No matter how much you screamed at yourself to get up you couldn’t. You could only feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into the water around you.

And you could've sworn you felt a hand cover your eyes.

Slimy and webbed.

❝ touch me, touch me, kiss me to sleep ❞

It was another day at the beach. Another day where the cool air brushed across you, consuming your being whole. It was a quiet day- or was one.

You glanced over at the sea from your spot under the bright blue parasol, contrasting the dark sky. Waves crashed, yelling ensued. All fun and games it seemed.

Being at the beach usually meant a time just for yourself. However this time you accompanied by your brother- and his oddly annoying friends.

Usually on days like this you relaxed, watching them play with a volleyball like they were in the big leagues. You'd only ever get up when someone hit the ball too far off- being ever so kind to help them out.

Just as you were doing now.

A groan left your lips as you stood up, watching the beach ball drift further away from you. It'd be a run to get it.

Your feet patterned against the sand, moving into a slight jog to catch up with the ball. However, every time you begun to creep closer to the ball it drifted away. It was weird.

It want long before you caught up to the ball, the wind blowing through your hair as you observed your surroundings. You'd stopped in front of the monstro cave.

The monstro cave, a place where many had gone 'missing'. Apparently a place so deep that many generations got lost in its caverns.

You'd never believe these legends of course, there was absolutely no reason to. If the cave was so dangerous, why hadnt it been blocked off yet? And with modern technology it wasn't hard to get help if ever lost.

However, it wasn't hard to get frightened by the cave. The legends and vibe of the corridor could easily freak someone out.

Almost everyone was scared of the cave at some point.

You glanced up into the cavern, noting the cold air that poured from it. Before stopping in your tracks.

And your heart sank.

A yellow eye stared up at you from the darkness. A singlular eye. Staring. Watching.

It was wide, and almost downturned, glowing in the darkness as it just watched. It gazed deeply into your form, never breaking contact with your eyes.

You could hear the ocean water crashing behind you, almost as if it was angry.

Your body screamed at you to move, your heart pounding in your chest. But you were frozen still.

The eye squinted, scrutinizing your form. A gut feeling hung over you, whoever it was took pleasure in your horror.

You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move. You had to move---

You slowly stepped back. A shaky sigh left your lips, the sense of fear washing over you, tenfold. Perhaps it was time to go.

Yes, you never believed in mythical creatures. But it was hard to forget all these encounters.

❝ im a bathtub mermaid ❞

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Jack Howl - Platinum Jacket Vignette

"Happy 100th Anniversary"

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Jack: Oh, this painting has wolves in the snow chasing an intruder that was romping through their territory. Very brave of them.

Jack: And this painting… Ah, it's a wolf that raised an orphaned baby. Didn't know one did that.

Jack: There's so many wolves to be proud of.

Jack: ―Ah, oops. I can't help lingering whenever I see a painting of wolves. Since they invited me all the way out here, I should take a look at the other stuff as well.

Jack: Hm? What's that painting of those animals over there…?

???: Oho? This is quite the tasteful art piece.

Jack: Oh you're… Malleus-senpai. So, you like this one, too?

Malleus: Indeed. It is truly a scene to behold that I could not help myself stopping before it.

Malleus: The sight of the baboon walking through the throng of animals, all whom have their heads bowed, is majestic and beautiful… Whatever could they be doing there?

Jack: I think this is… Yeah, a depiction of when all the animals gathered to celebrate the birth of their prince.

Jack: The baboon in the center there was respected by all the other animals as a real capable sorcerer.

Jack: Not only was he an amazing mage, he was also good at drawing, and was real strong, too.

Jack: Don't you think that's amazing? It's only natural that he'd remain in the history books, especially being that skilled.

Malleus: True, those with exceptional talents have a charming tendency to attract the attention of others.

Malleus: And you, Howl, seem to have quite the font of knowledge, with how you to readily are able to answer my queries...

Jack: Heh, I just a thing or two about the history of animals, since I'm a beastman, and all. Back when I was a kid, I'd have a ton of picture books, and I'd hear all about them.

Jack: But I think it was the tales of the King of Beasts that really made me actually go to the library and want to study more on it.

Jack: Take the fact that he was the leader of his pride. He must've been a head above everyone else in all his abilities.

Malleus: Heh… I'm certain that was the case. At any rate, it sounds to me as though this conversation has lit a fire inside of you.

Malleus: You seem to have some form of attachment to the King of Beasts.

Jack: I wouldn't say attachment… I just respect the way he pursued his life.

Malleus: Respect, I see. Well then, have you ever thought of seizing the position of pack leader as the King of Beasts did?

Jack: Nah. I don't like being part of a pack, and I'm not one for leadership.

Malleus: Oho? I was under the impression that wolves hunted in packs.

Jack: If we have the same end goal, sure, I'll team up with whoever. But it's not like I'll obediently wag my tail for everyone.

Jack: A pack leader needs to be wiser and more responsible than anyone else.

Jack: If the guy at the top makes the wrong judgement, then everyone else will suffer.

Malleus: So, you consider "wisdom" to be the key trait of a leader?

Jack: I mean, it's not enough to just be wise. They also have to be physically strong. There are folk out there that'll use sly and cowardly methods to do what they want.

Jack: If they don't have the strength to completely crush 'em down, they're not worthy of that spot at the top.

Malleus: Heh… You sure do tout some lofty expectations, Howl.

Jack: I just don't like compromising. And, since these are expectations, there'd be no point into setting them so low in the first place.

Jack: Sometimes people say I'm overly conscious, or a pain to deal with, but… So what?

Jack: No matter what anyone else might say, I follow what I believe in. I decided that long ago.

Malleus: Heh, I see that you're a rather stubborn one, Howl. However, I cannot say that pride is a terrible thing to have.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Jack: So, this museum also has a painting of a young lady wishing at a well, huh.

Jack: Back home… I mean, in the Shaftlands, you'd see this pretty much everywhere, but it's been a while since I've laid eyes on one, myself.

Malleus: Hm? Is this painting that well known in the Shaftlands?

Jack: Not really this painting, so much as the actual story behind it. To the point where you'd see artwork based on it displayed all over the country.

Jack: You'll get people tryin' to make a wish in the well like she does, too.

Jack: My little sister'll run to a well every time she sees one. Not like there's any proof that it'll grant her wish, but she still does.

Malleus: You make it sound as though you've never wished upon a well, Howl.

Jack: Uh, well… I did try when I was a kid… But only once.

Malleus: Oho, and why was that?

Jack: At the moment I tried to cast my wish, I fell into the well…

Jack: At the time, I was a little too short to look over the edge of the well. So, I tried to hoist myself over the rim, but I put a little too much oomph into it.

Jack: It was an old well, so there wasn't any water, but a huge pile of fallen leaves, so I didn't get hurt… But it did startle me pretty bad then.

Jack: On top of that, that well was in the middle of the forest, where people didn't really walk past. No matter how hard I yelled, no one came by.

Malleus: What misfortune. However, as you are standing here before me today, I must assume that someone did indeed come and save you.

Jack: Nope, I got out by myself. Luckily, the inside of the well had real blocky walls, so I was able to use them as footholds as I climbed out.

Jack: But that definitely wasn't easy. Back then, I wasn't training or nothing, so I didn't really have any muscles, either.

Jack: I thought I was going to fall so many times, but somehow, I got out of there…

Jack: As soon as I got out of the well, I collapsed, 'cause I was so exhausted and just couldn't move for a while.

Jack: I really thought I was in a huge pinch there, but… At the same time, I was also a pretty impressed.

Malleus: Impressed…?

Jack: Yeah. I was having trouble just climbing up to the edge of the well in the first place, but then I was able to climb the whole well up to the surface.

Jack: I was able to do something that I didn't think I'd be able to do. That means that any wish can be granted…

Jack: SO LONG AS I HAVE STRENGTH AND MUSCLES!!!

Jack: So, basically, anytime I'd have extra time that would have otherwise been spent wishing on a well, I just worked out, instead.

Malleus: Fufu, you truly found an extreme approach… But I see. Essentially, this incident was not completely misfortunate.

Jack: Yeah, I'd say so. I think I'm how I am now, because of what happened there.

Jack: Now that I'm thinking of why I got into all this training, I kind of want to work out now.

Jack: When I get back to campus, I'm going to throw myself into my training even more, so that I can overcome anything I encounter with my own power!

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Jack: The Queen of Hearts, huh… I feel like I see her depicted alongside animals a lot.

Malleus: True. However, that is a rather unusual bird.

Malleus: It appears to be a flamingo; however I've never seen a lime green one in my life.

Jack: From what I heard, in the country that the Queen of Hearts ruled over there were flamingos of various colors, not just pink.

Jack: When Heartslabyul do their traditional croquet tournaments, they use magic to color the animals to match this tale.

Malleus: Oho? You certainly know much about this.

Jack: Me and those two from Ramshackle got invited by Ace and Deuce to play croquet with them, so…

Jack: It's just something I heard back then.

Jack: …Ugh, man. Talking about it reminded me of how I lost pretty bad then.

Malleus: Those in Heartslabyul are quite familiar with croquet. Is it not surprising to lose to them?

Jack: Even if I've never played it before, I'm usually pretty good at any sport I try. Only…

Jack: The croquet they play in Heartslabyul has real weird rules, and you need to get the animals to work with you.

Jack: During our game, the flamingo and hedgehogs were nervous only with me, so they didn't move like I was hoping they would.

Jack: They weren't scared of Grim and [Yuu], even though they were also playing with us...

Jack: The fact that I lost without being able to do anything really frustrates me.

Jack: Or more like… Can that game even be called a sport, in the first place?

Malleus: Certainly, I would agree that it is a far cry different from what one would consider an ordinary sport. I was also surprised when I first observed it.

Jack: You think so too, right!? It's just weird, needing to work alongside the animals like that...

Jack: Seeing that all the sport-loving types in my dorm haven't ever played it before…

Jack: I really don't think they could even be put in the same category. But I can't deny that I did lose the game.

Jack: When the next time comes that I play croquet with them, I can't show a terrible display like that again.

Jack: So that just means that I have to keep up in my Animal Linguistics classes!

Malleus: I see. So, ever since you lost, you've been continuing to improve yourself.

Malleus: They do say that the languages of smaller animals is rather difficult to absorb. Good for you, putting your all into even a mere game.

Jack: That's 'cause I don't want to lose the same game twice. Next time, I'll make Ace and Deuce lose face.

Malleus: Fufu, I shall hope for your efforts to be successful.

Malleus: ―Well then, I shall make my way to a different exhibit. You should also make an effort to look at some more of your favorite paintings.

Jack: …There he goes. He just does his own thing, huh? I really don't know what goes through his head.

Jack: Well, whatever. I guess I'll head towards another exhibit too. …Hm? This painting…

Jack: Ah, a lion prince, and his hornbill attendant. Heh, how can such a pathetic lookin' lion really become king?

Jack: I'll only ever accept someone strong. If they're to be king, they need to have the power to crush all greedy and sleazy people down.

Requested by Anonymous.

[rainforestakiie]

AdamsApple Month Harvest!

Full Moon~

i hope this counts? this is @inubaki's request! i hope you like it! it is also inspired by @things-arent-what-they-seem66's own version!

an omegaverse au where adam's mask conceals his scent. it cracks, and lucifer smells him! inubaki allowed me to put my own creative spin on it!

i hope you like it!

@adamsappleweek

The moon gleamed softly in the velvet sky, its silver light spilling over the garden, casting shadows that danced across the leaves of the Tree of Life. Lucifer sat beneath it, its ancient bark warm against his back, the soft rustle of the leaves above offering him a brief, but fragile, sense of comfort. The moon wasn't fully formed yet, not complete, much like himself. It still had time to grow, to take its final shape. But Lucifer? He wasn’t sure if time could change anything for him. The thought brought a bitter pang to his chest, a quiet ache he had become too familiar with.

His wings shimmered in the moonlight, catching the glow as they fanned out behind him, majestic and ethereal, yet still somehow... incomplete. Lucifer let out a long, weary sigh, tipping his head back to rest it against the bark of the tree. He watched the sky, but his mind was far away, lost in the complexity of his own existence.

He loved the humans—adored them, even. From the moment he first laid eyes on them, he had been captivated by their innocence, their capacity for love, and their potential to grow. Unlike his fellow angels, they felt real to him, tangible in ways his brothers and sisters never did. But the more time he spent among them, the more he realized the gaping chasm that lay between them. They didn’t know the burden of being classified, of being labeled by something they had no control over. They were just... human. Simple, free of the chains that bound him so tightly, so suffocatingly.

But Lucifer was no human. He could never be one, no matter how much he might long for that simplicity. He was something else—something set apart, always on the fringes, even here in this place he had thought he belonged. He was an omega, the only one of his kind in all of Heaven, in all of Creation. A rare, coveted thing in the eyes of the universe, yet it felt more like a curse than a blessing.

Among his siblings, the other angels, there was an unspoken rule: omegas were meant to be soft, sweet, and yielding, expected to submit to the will of the alphas. Alphas, like the rest of his kind, were aggressive, dominant, often naïve in their certainty of their own power. They commanded with force and arrogance, expecting everything to fall into place beneath their control. They were Heaven’s warriors, Heaven’s pride, and Lucifer—he was supposed to be Heaven’s beauty, its grace, a delicate thing meant only to follow, never to lead.

But Lucifer had never been delicate. He had never bowed to anyone’s will, never let them reduce him to just an "omega." His siblings had tried, over and over, to put him in his place, to make him submit as they believed he should. They flaunted their dominance, their superiority, but Lucifer never faltered. He refused. There was no one—no alpha, no brother or sister—who could make him bend. He wasn’t their "omega," not the way they wanted him to be.

And yet, that defiance made him an outsider. He wasn’t like them, not fully. But with the humans... oh, how they made him feel something different, something whole. They didn’t look at him and see an omega. They didn’t smell the faint hint of his pheromones and expect submission, obedience. To them, he wasn’t a title or a role. He was just Lucifer. He could be himself, unburdened by Heaven’s expectations, free of the weight that came with his nature. For the first time, he thought he had found his place.

But it wasn’t enough.

Lucifer’s heart clenched as he remembered the way the humans looked at each other—how they touched, how they loved without the constraints of secondary genders, without the invisible bonds that tied him down. They had no pheromones to tangle with, no alpha or omega to complicate their relationships. They were free to love as they chose, and it made him ache with a longing so deep, it was almost unbearable. He had accepted that they were different from him, and that was fine. He could live with that. But the more time he spent with them, the more he realized the bitter truth: he would always be different. No matter how close he got, no matter how much he loved them, he could never truly be one of them.

Heaven didn’t care about his feelings. Heaven wanted him to mate, to settle down, to fulfill the purpose of his kind. The pressure weighed on him every day, heavier than any sword or shield. Heaven wanted him to breed, to take an alpha and fall into the role they had always envisioned for him. But how could he? He couldn’t stomach the thought of it. The scent of alphas made his skin crawl, their presence suffocated him in ways that were becoming harder to ignore. The idea of submitting to one, of bonding, of giving himself over in that way—it made him feel sick, hollow.

Lucifer’s hands clenched in the soft earth beneath him, his eyes stinging as the cold reality set in deeper than before. He was alone. The humans, beautiful as they were, could never fill the void inside him. And the angels, his brothers and sisters—they would never see him as anything more than a pretty omega. He was trapped, lost between two worlds that neither truly understood nor accepted him.

Lucifer watched from a distance as Adam and Lilith sat together in the garden, their laughter carried on the soft breeze, mingling with the gentle rustle of the trees. His heart twisted in ways he didn’t fully understand yet, a slow-burning ache that seemed to hollow out his chest. He had adored Adam from the very moment the human had taken his first breath. Adam had been... perfect. The way his eyes, a deep, rich green, sparkled when he smiled—the softness in them when he spoke to Lucifer—was something that made the archangel’s heart flutter in a way that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

But now, those eyes were focused elsewhere. On her. Lilith. Adam’s wife, chosen by God, formed from the same earth that had given Adam life. Lucifer watched, feeling that all-too-familiar sense of longing stir in his chest as Adam laughed at something Lilith said, his face lighting up in a way that Lucifer wanted so desperately to be the cause of.

It burned.

The jealousy was a sharp, cruel thing, gnawing at him from the inside, a bitterness that tasted of rejection. He tried to push it down, tried to convince himself it was nothing, just a passing feeling. After all, wasn’t Adam his closest friend? Didn’t they share something no one else could understand? It had always been the two of them, hadn’t it? Since the beginning, when Lucifer had taken Adam under his wing, guiding him, showing him the wonders of Heaven and Earth alike. Adam had looked at him like he was something more than just an omega, something more than the beautiful, delicate creature his brothers and sisters always wanted to mold him into. With Adam, he had been… seen.

But now Lilith was there, and Adam’s focus had shifted. She was his companion, his partner. She had taken the place that Lucifer had once held so dear. The realization hit Lucifer hard, like the crack of thunder in an empty sky. He wasn’t the one making Adam smile anymore. He wasn’t the one Adam turned to first, and that cut deeper than any wound ever could.

Lucifer leaned against the Tree of Life, his wings dimmed, his face shadowed in sorrow as he watched the two humans. Adam was supposed to be his. He had always been his. And yet, he felt Adam slipping away, the distance between them widening with each passing day. Lucifer told himself it was Lilith’s fault. She had stolen Adam’s attention, drawing him away from what truly mattered—from him. Lucifer was certain of it. Adam was destined for more than this; Adam was supposed to be with him, to see him, to cherish him. The bond between them had been so pure, so perfect, and now it was crumbling before Lucifer’s very eyes.

But the truth that Lucifer couldn’t admit—wouldn’t admit—was that it wasn’t Lilith herself. No, it was something far deeper. Adam had a purpose, a duty to fulfill, and that duty had nothing to do with Lucifer. Adam was the father of humanity, the one who would create life, who would populate the earth with beings made in his image. That was what mattered to Adam. His mission, his destiny given by God.

Lucifer was not part of that destiny. And that realization clawed at his soul with a fierceness he couldn’t ignore.

His brothers and sisters had seen it. They had noticed his growing obsession with Adam, the way his eyes followed the human wherever he went, the way his heart seemed to cling to every word Adam spoke. They warned him—warned him not to get too close. They told him it was foolish, that the humans were different, that they didn’t have the same bonds, the same needs as angels.

“You’re an omega, Lucifer,” they reminded him, over and over again. “Humans don’t have secondary genders. They don’t need you the way you want to be needed.”

But he hadn’t listened. He couldn’t. How could they understand the way his heart raced when Adam looked at him, the way his soul seemed to sing when Adam smiled at him? No one else made him feel that way. No one else ever could.

But now Lilith was there. She was Adam’s companion, fulfilling the role Lucifer had once imagined for himself. She was what Adam needed to fulfil his duty, to create the future of humanity. Lucifer’s hands clenched into fists, his wings trembling with suppressed emotion. He had never wanted to hurt anyone, but the sight of Adam with Lilith, the way Adam’s focus had shifted entirely to her... it tore him apart.

He couldn’t stand it.

Lucifer convinced himself it was only temporary. Adam would come back to him. He had to. Adam would realize, in time, that Lucifer was the one who truly understood him, who had always been there for him. He would see that Lilith was only a distraction, a fleeting thing compared to what they had.

And so, when the jealousy and pain became too much to bear, Lucifer made his decision. He would get rid of Lilith. He would remove the obstacle that stood between him and Adam. Adam would forgive him—how could he not? Lucifer was doing it for them, for the bond they shared, for the future they could still have together.

But things did not go as he had planned. When Lucifer approached Lilith, intending to persuade her to leave, to step aside and let him be the one in Adam’s life, it only made matters worse. Lilith, strong and defiant, refused to be subdued. She saw through Lucifer’s intentions, and their clash was inevitable. In the end, Lilith was cast out, but not in the way Lucifer had expected. She left, not because Lucifer had made her, but because she refused to submit to anyone.

And when Adam found out, when he learned what Lucifer had done—everything shattered.

Adam didn’t forgive him. He didn’t come back to Lucifer, didn’t smile at him the way he used to. Instead, there was only hurt in Adam’s eyes, a betrayal that cut deeper than anything Lucifer had ever imagined. The green eyes he loved so much no longer looked at him with warmth, but with cold distance, a silent condemnation that tore Lucifer apart from the inside.

It was then that the truth finally hit him.

Adam had never belonged to him. It was never about Lilith. It wasn’t about him being an omega, or even the nature of their bond. Adam’s heart, his mind, his very being—had always been devoted to something greater. To God. To the mission he was created for. He had a destiny that Lucifer could never be a part of. Adam was the father of humanity, destined to be the foundation of an entire race. And Lucifer…

Lucifer was meant to bring forth a new way of angels…

Lucifer was nothing but a dreamer, clinging to something that was never his.

The realization broke him. The ache in his heart turned to anger, to bitterness, to a rage that he couldn’t contain. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that Adam had been given a purpose, a mission, while he had been left with nothing but his hollow existence as an omega, something Heaven expected to be docile, sweet, and beautiful. But Lucifer was not those things. He was fierce. He was burning. He was more than what Heaven wanted him to be.

And if Adam couldn’t see that—if Adam would never love him the way Lucifer had so desperately wanted—then maybe he didn’t deserve him at all.

It was in that moment, as Lucifer’s denial crumbled and the truth of his rejection sank in, that the first seeds of corruption took root. A darkness, slow and insidious, began to creep into his heart. He had tried to love, had given everything to Adam, and yet, in the end, he was left with nothing.

Because Lucifer was just an omega without his lover.

The moon shone above him, casting its usual light over the desolation of Hell. In Eden, the moon had been a soft, ethereal blue and white—a gentle, nurturing presence. Lucifer had always felt at peace beneath its glow, as if the moon cradled him in its light, offering him a refuge from the harshness of the world. Omegas, like him, were said to belong to the moon. It was their protector, their guardian. Alphas were children of the sun, fierce and dominant, burning with a fire that Lucifer could never relate to. That was how it had always been in Heaven—how he had believed it would always be. The moon was his sanctuary.

But now, here in the land of the damned, that same moon was nothing but a tormentor. When he had been cast out of Eden—cast out of Heaven—everything he had once known, everything he had once believed, had been torn away from him. Lucifer had fallen so far. His once-bright wings, radiant and proud, were now dim and dull, weighed down by the shame and sin of his actions.

It had all started with Adam. Adam, with his green eyes and his quiet smile, who had captured Lucifer's heart in ways he never could have predicted. Lucifer had loved him—wanted him. But Adam had chosen another. Lilith, and then later, Eve. The humans had always belonged to each other, and Lucifer was left on the outside, his heart shattered by the truth he refused to see. Adam had never been his. And so, when Lucifer’s love turned to jealousy, when the ache of being unwanted became too much, he had made a decision.

If he couldn’t have Adam, he would ruin him.

That was the thought that had driven him, consumed him. When Adam and Eve bit into the forbidden fruit, when they were cast from Eden just as Lucifer had been, a twisted sense of satisfaction had filled him. He had gotten his revenge. He had taken something from Adam—just as Adam had taken something from him. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

His Father, God, had seen through him. He had known what Lucifer had done, the spite that had driven him to lead humanity to its fall. And for that, Lucifer had been punished. Not with the cold distance he had once feared from Adam, but with something far worse. He was cast down, not just from Heaven, but from everything he had ever known.

Now, the moon that shone down upon Hell was not the comforting presence it had once been. It wasn’t blue and white like the one in Eden. It was red—deep, blood-red, and it burned him every time it rose. The light seared his skin, made his body tremble with a pain so unbearable it made him want to scream. It flared through him, making his heat worse, more excruciating than it had ever been in Heaven.

The nights when the red moon rose, once a month, were the worst. Lucifer’s body would burn with need, an uncontrollable ache that coursed through him, and all he could think about was Adam. Adam’s eyes, Adam’s voice, Adam’s warmth. He would sob, helpless and alone, crying out into the darkness for a man who would never forgive him. A man who would never come for him.

He was alone now, more alone than he had ever been in Heaven. And the moon—once his source of comfort—now only reminded him of what he had lost, of what he could never have. The red light made him feel like his very soul was being ripped apart, piece by piece, each time the moon’s light touched him.

Lucifer’s cries would echo through the caverns of Hell, a reminder of his fall, of his mistakes. He had loved too deeply, too selfishly. He had wanted Adam for himself, and now… he had nothing. The one being he had given everything for, the one he had ruined himself for, was lost to him forever.

The red moon hung heavy in the sky, casting its oppressive light over Lucifer as he lay curled on the cold floor of his castle, his wings limp and broken around him. He trembled, his breath coming in ragged sobs as the pain of his heat surged through him, relentless and unforgiving. And all he could do was whisper Adam’s name, over and over, as if somehow, by some miracle, Adam might hear him. Might come to him. Might save him.

Lucifer’s hand would be pushed between his thighs, his fingers bumping harshly inside him as the red glow of the moon forced his heat to rampage through his body.

He wanted Adam. He wanted Adam to come take care of him. To love him and be his mate.

But Adam never came.

Lucifer hated the red moon. It was a cruel, merciless thing, reminding him every month of his loneliness, his abandonment, and the unfulfilled need that gnawed at his very core. He hated it—but it only rose once a month. He could deal with that, he told himself. He could endure the pain, the longing. After all, he had survived this long, hadn’t he? Even if it tore him apart, even if it left him sobbing in the dark, he would survive. He had to. Because there was no one else who could save him now.

Only the moon, and the moon no longer cared.

A thousand years had passed since Lucifer’s fall, and Hell had become a place of eternal unrest. Flames burned high in the distance, the skies above Hell tainted with smoke and ash. Heaven's exterminations had become a constant, angels in their gleaming black and silver armor swarming through the kingdom that was once Lucifer’s domain. He typically paid no mind to the angels tearing through Hell’s landscape, their holy crusades on the damned. He had long ceased to care about the endless parade of sinners or their fates. They were beneath him—just like everything else in this forsaken realm.

But Charlie was different. His daughter, born of his magic, with her relentless optimism and foolish desire to save the unsalvageable. Charlie, his precious child, cared too much about the very souls he had discarded without thought. She had opened her hotel, a beacon of hope in the most hopeless place in existence, trying to offer redemption to the damned. It was her dream to change Hell, to make it a place where redemption was possible.

Lucifer knew better. He had seen the darkness that festered in the hearts of both angels and men. Redemption? It was a fairy tale—a lie. But Charlie believed in it, and in some part of him that still held onto the faintest echoes of love, Lucifer wanted her to succeed. He wanted to protect her, even if he couldn’t bring himself to share her hope.

He should have warned her. Opening that hotel was bound to ruffle Heaven’s feathers. Of course they would come for her. But Lucifer had been too ashamed, too broken to leave his castle on most days. The red moon, always watching, always burning him from the inside, had left him a shadow of the archangel he once was. He spent his nights whimpering in the darkness, his mind consumed by the memories of the one he had lost—the one who had never been his. The man he still loved.

Adam.

Lucifer had vowed never to let himself feel that way again. But as the angels descended on Charlie’s hotel, their righteous fury set to destroy everything she had built, something inside him stirred. Charlie could be killed. His daughter, his blood, his light—she was out there, defenseless against Heaven’s wrath. Lucifer’s shame, his endless grief, the weight of his failure… none of it mattered now. He couldn’t let her die. He wouldn’t.

He left his castle for the first time in centuries, his wings heavy and dragging behind him as he made his way to the hotel. As he approached, he could see the scene unfolding before him. Angels surrounded the building, their blades shimmering with holy fire, poised to tear apart anyone who dared oppose them. And there, in the center of it all, standing with an air of command and purpose, was him.

Adam.

Lucifer’s breath caught in his throat. His heart leapt inside his chest, pounding against his ribs like a caged bird. Adam’s presence was like a blade to his soul, sharp and unrelenting. After all these years, after everything that had happened, there he was, as glorious as ever, bathed in the divine light of Heaven. His armor gleamed under Hell’s burning sky, his posture strong, unyielding. But his face… his face was still the same. Still beautiful. Still Adam.

Lucifer’s body trembled, his wings twitching with the dark, undeniable urge to act. To take. Adam was in Hell—so close, close enough to touch. Lucifer could reach out, grab him, drag him away from Heaven, from everything. He could take Adam before anyone even realized he was there. No one would stop him. Lucifer had always been unnaturally powerful for an omega, a fact that had made his siblings uneasy, but he had never cared. That strength pulsed through him now, his hands trembling with the need to act. He could do it. He could have Adam again.

He should do it.

But as his gaze shifted to the scene unfolding before him, something stopped him cold. Adam wasn’t fighting. He wasn’t hurting Charlie. No, he was taunting her, his voice carrying an edge of cold authority, but his hands remained at his sides. He wasn’t striking her, wasn’t unleashing Heaven’s wrath upon her. He was just… scaring her. Toying with her, perhaps. Charlie’s wide eyes and frazzled expression showed that his words were working. She was frightened, unsure how to handle the situation, but Adam wasn’t causing her any real harm.

Lucifer’s mind raced, torn between the primal urge to seize Adam and the growing realization that something was wrong—terribly wrong. Adam, the man he had loved, the man he had once tried to ruin, was here, in Hell, and yet… he wasn’t acting like the Adam Lucifer remembered. The Adam who had been so focused on duty, so driven by the will of God. What was he doing here, taunting Lucifer’s daughter?

Something dark twisted inside Lucifer, something he had long buried beneath the weight of his grief and shame. He could feel it clawing at the edges of his mind, whispering in the back of his thoughts. He could take Adam now, drag him away before Heaven even noticed. He could have him, keep him close, keep him his. No one would ever know. No one would ever stop him.

His wings twitched again, trembling with the desire to act. The moon hung heavy in the sky, its blood-red glow intensifying the heat in Lucifer’s veins, urging him to move, to act on the twisted yearning that had plagued him for millennia.

But he hesitated.

Lucifer’s eyes locked onto Adam’s face, searching for something—anything—of the man he had once known. There was something different about him now. The gleam in his eyes was colder, more detached, as if Heaven had hardened him in ways Lucifer hadn’t anticipated. The warmth, the softness that Lucifer had loved so fiercely, seemed to be gone, replaced by a soldier’s discipline. And yet, deep down, Lucifer knew it was still Adam. The same Adam who had captivated his heart, the same Adam he had ruined everything for.

Lucifer’s body trembled, torn between the desire to take what he believed was his and the knowledge that no matter how powerful he was, no matter how close Adam stood, he would never truly have him. Not the way he wanted. Not the way he had once dreamed.

For now, all he could do was watch, ready to intervene if Adam’s taunts turned to violence. But the dark, twisted longing inside him refused to fade. He could take Adam. He should take Adam.

But the question that lingered, the one Lucifer couldn’t answer, was whether Adam would ever forgive him for it—whether Adam could ever be his again.

Lucifer’s breath hitched in his throat as he watched the scene unfold, his eyes locked on Adam’s masked figure. That monstrous face—twisted and grotesque—was the only thing separating him from the man he had loved so long ago. And yet, even behind the cruel armour, something inside Lucifer still stirred, that old, insidious desire pulling at him.

Adam was here. Close. Too close.

But then, something shifted. Adam’s commanding, cold voice cracked—breaking with sudden panic.

“Look out!” he yelled, his tone urgent, filled with something Lucifer had never expected to hear.

Fear. Desperation. For Charlie.

Charlie spun around at the sound of Adam’s warning, but it was too late. A gleaming angelic blade was already slicing through the air, aimed directly for her. The strike was lethal, poised to behead her in a single swift motion. Time seemed to slow as Lucifer’s heart slammed in his chest, the weight of helplessness crushing him.

But before Lucifer could even move, Adam did.

With a speed and ferocity that left the angels around him stunned, Adam lunged forward, his body a blur of dark robes and raw determination. He threw himself between Charlie and the oncoming blade, the force of his movement jarring as the blade crashed into his mask with a sickening crack. The sound echoed through the air, sharp and final, as the angelic weapon collided with Adam’s face, creating a jagged fissure down the middle of the monstrous mask.

The world seemed to stop.

Charlie’s eyes went wide in shock and disbelief, her body frozen as she stared at the man who had just saved her life. Adam had protected her. From his own army. The soldiers of Heaven who had come to cleanse Hell, to purge the damned. He had intervened—not to frighten her, not to hurt her—but to save her.

Lucifer’s body trembled violently. His wings twitched, his breath ragged as the red moon loomed higher in the sky, its bloodthirsty glow intensifying the heat that surged through his veins. Sweat slicked his skin as the familiar ache began to pulse deep inside him, a primal need clawing its way to the surface. Adam had saved Charlie. Adam wasn’t trying to harm her—he was protecting her.

A sharp pang of yearning twisted in Lucifer’s chest. His eyes remained fixed on Adam’s shattered mask, the jagged crack running down its centre revealing only fragments of the face hidden beneath. But it was enough. That small glimpse of vulnerability—the raw, unfiltered instinct to protect, to save—only made Lucifer’s longing burn hotter.

He wanted to go to Adam, to tear off that mask and see his face. He wanted to pull him away from the chaos, to hold him close, to keep him, just as he had always dreamed of doing. Adam had been his once, or so he had convinced himself, and now he was here, within reach.

But Lucifer could only stand there, trembling, his wings trembling with the need to act. The red moon’s effects were already beginning to set in—his body overheating, his mind clouded with the urge to possess, to claim. He panted, trying to keep control, but Adam’s proximity, his unexpected act of defiance against Heaven’s soldiers, was too much. The sight of him risking his life for Charlie only heightened the hunger gnawing at Lucifer’s insides.

Adam had always been obsessed with his duty, with fulfilling God’s plan. That had been why Lucifer had lost him—why Adam had chosen to walk a path that led them to this moment. But now… now Adam wasn’t following orders. He wasn’t carrying out God’s will. He was protecting Lucifer’s daughter—the one person in Hell who still believed in redemption, who still believed in something good.

Lucifer’s heart pounded, his gaze locked on the fractured mask. His body screamed for action, for release from the unbearable tension that gripped him. He could feel his heat building, the red moon’s pull tightening around his soul. And Adam was there—so close, so vulnerable.

Lucifer’s wings twitched again, the dark temptation coiling tighter around him. He could take Adam. He could drag him away from Heaven, from its grip, from the duty that had always come before them. He could make Adam his. The red moon, heavy and burning above, whispered in his mind, urging him to act, to seize what had been denied to him for so long.

But as Lucifer’s trembling hand reached out, the sound of Adam’s labored breathing caught his attention. Beneath the mask, there was a rawness, a fragility that Lucifer hadn’t heard in centuries. Adam was hurt. He had thrown himself in front of an attack meant for Charlie, risking everything—not for Heaven, not for his mission, but for her.

A soft whine escaped Lucifer’s lips, his body shaking with the weight of his conflicting desires. He wanted to take Adam, to have him, but at the same time, he knew—he knew—that Adam’s heart had never belonged to him. It had always been devoted to something higher, something beyond them. And yet… here Adam was, bleeding and battered, having saved his daughter.

Lucifer’s breath came in short, desperate gasps as the red moon’s glow intensified, filling him with the unbearable need to act. He could feel the pull between them, the undeniable connection that had haunted him for a thousand years. But this time, it wasn’t just about him. It wasn’t just about his desire or his longing.

It was about Charlie. And the fact that Adam, for reasons Lucifer couldn’t fully understand, had chosen to protect her.

“Adam…” Lucifer whispered, his voice barely audible as he watched the mask crack further, revealing the faintest glimpse of Adam’s face beneath.

Would Adam forgive him if he acted on his darkest desires? Could Adam ever be his again?

The answer, Lucifer knew deep down, was no. But it didn’t stop him from wanting it. From wanting him.

The red moon burned, and Lucifer trembled, caught between his hunger and the truth that would forever haunt him.

Lucifer’s breath quickened as he stared at Adam, a desperate hunger rising within him, one he had buried for centuries. The crack in Adam’s mask, jagged and raw, revealed more than just the broken visage of the angel—it revealed the intoxicating scent that Lucifer had nearly forgotten. A scent that stirred something ancient, something primal within him. It was a sweet, almost dangerous scent, so powerful that Lucifer’s knees almost buckled under its weight.

The air grew thick with tension, so much that it seemed to press down on everyone present.

Charlie, ever the kind-hearted and tender soul, fell to her knees beside Adam, her large, doe-like eyes filled with worry.

She reached out, hesitant but determined, her voice soft and trembling as she asked, "Are you okay? You're not here to hurt me, are you? You're trying to protect me."

Adam stiffened at her words, his gloved hand reaching for the cracked mask with a frustrated groan. He didn’t answer Charlie’s question directly, his discomfort evident as he grumbled under his breath, "Who the fuck wasn’t watching where they were throwing their angelic weapons?!"

One of his subordinates, a sheepish angel in silver armor, nervously raised her hand. “Sorry, sir. I was aiming for the princess! I’m just... overwhelmed with the freaks we’re fighting!”

Charlie frowned deeply at the angel’s words, her warmth quickly giving way to indignation as she glared up at the soldier. But before any further words could be exchanged, Lucifer decided to make his presence known. His voice, dripping with mock confidence, cut through the air like a blade.

“I’m—I'm..." He faltered.

His usual bravado slipping for a moment as something strange and unfamiliar invaded his senses. His eyes darted around, confusion creasing his brow. The scent—it was so new, so rich, like nothing he had ever encountered before. It was intoxicating, pulling him in like a magnet. Lucifer gulped, the arrogance he wore like armour fading into something more vulnerable.

“I mean... I’m the only one that matters…” Lucifer’s voice trailed off again.

His thoughts scattering as the scent consumed him. He hadn’t been exposed to something like this for eons. And Adam’s scent—it was nearly enough to knock him right out of the sky. It wasn’t just an ordinary scent; it was communion, something only alphas, omegas, and the occasional beta could experience. That deep, instinctual bond, the unsaid communication between pheromones, had been absent in Hell for so long, leaving Lucifer isolated in ways he hadn't even realized. But now... now he was feeling it again, and it was Adam.

Lucifer closed his eyes, trying to focus, but the sensations overwhelmed him. His body began to sweat, the effects of the red moon intensifying as his heat simmered beneath the surface. His wings twitched, his instincts screaming at him to act, to take, to claim.

He opened his eyes, and they darkened with hunger. He gazed at Adam with a new intensity, a dangerous, unrelenting desire building within him.

“You messed with my daughter,” Lucifer purred, his voice dripping with a dark, sensual edge. "And now, I’m going to fuck you."

The words echoed in the air, sharp and deliberate. Charlie gasped audibly, her jaw dropping as she stared at her father in disbelief. Never had she seen him react this way—never had she seen such raw, visceral emotion from the usually distant, unapproachable Lucifer. He was a beautiful creature, her father, and she had always known others—angels, demons, even mortals—desired him. But Lucifer had always shut them down, coldly, sometimes cruelly. He had never allowed anyone close, never let anyone in.

Charlie blinked, trying to process what she had just heard.

“Dad… it’s ‘fuck you up,’” she corrected cautiously, unsure whether he had simply misspoken or if this was something deeper. She watched him carefully, seeing something entirely new in his eyes.

Adam’s hand moved slowly to the crack in his mask, his body stiffening further as he cursed under his breath.

"Shit," he murmured, realizing the gravity of the situation.

The mask—his shield, his protection—was breaking. His true pheromones, the scent of his identity, were starting to seep into the air. And with it, came everything he had tried to bury.

Adam hadn’t always had a secondary gender. Humans were born without them—genderless until death. Adam, like every other mortal, had died human. But when he was welcomed into Heaven by Sera, everything changed. He remembered the moment vividly, the celestial gates opening for him, Heaven’s beautiful moon shining down on him like a promise of peace. But that peace was short-lived. The second his wings had unfurled beneath that moon; a horrifying transformation had begun. His body burned, his wings ached as they grew, and he was forced to become something more—something other. An angel with a secondary gender, a shift he could never undo.

"Charlie…" Lucifer’s voice dropped an octave, growing dark and dangerous. He breathed in deeply, his lips curving into a sharp, predatory grin. “I know what I said. I mean it.”

His gaze turned to Adam, and his expression changed—intense, wild, desperate. His wings flared behind him, casting a shadow over the scene as the red moon’s light bathed him in a demonic glow.

“I was naïve before. Clueless. I didn’t know how to handle my emotions back then, and I made terrible decisions because of it.” His voice grew stronger, more certain with each word. “But not this time. This time, I won’t make the same mistake.”

Adam swallowed hard, his entire body trembling as Lucifer's words sunk in. His heart pounded as he stared at the fallen archangel, the weight of Lucifer’s love—his obsession—crashing over him like a tidal wave.

“What do you mean?” Adam asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lucifer’s grin widened, his sharp teeth gleaming in the red moonlight. The tension between them crackled, thick and almost suffocating as Lucifer’s eyes blazed with a dangerous promise.

“I love you, Adam,” Lucifer said, his voice low and full of possession. “I always have. And I’m so in love with you, there’s no way I can let you go. Not again.”

Adam’s eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth opening to speak, but no words came out. He was frozen, overwhelmed by the weight of Lucifer’s confession. The red moon gleamed brighter, its light piercing through the haze of battle, casting a hypnotic glow into Adam’s eyes.

And in that moment, everything else ceased to matter. Heaven, Hell, duty, morality—it all faded into the background as the primal force between them surged, undeniable and all-consuming. Lucifer wouldn’t let Adam go.

And for the first time in centuries, Adam wasn’t sure if he wanted him to.

Lucifer could sense it—Adam wouldn’t make this easy. He never did. But that was part of the charm, wasn’t it? Lucifer leaned back in his plush, sprawling nest, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he glanced at Adam. The angel sat on the far edge, arms crossed, a permanent scowl fixed on his face.

“Let me go, Lucifer,” Adam demanded, his voice sharp, his wings twitching with irritation.

Lucifer tilted his head innocently, blinking those large, bright eyes in mock confusion.

 “Go? I haven’t locked you up, darling. That’s such an awful word—kidnapping—you make it sound like I’m some sort of villain.” His voice was laced with an almost pouting sweetness, as if he were genuinely hurt by the accusation.

Adam groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You have locked me up! I can’t leave! You threw away the key, Lucifer.”

Lucifer waved a hand dismissively, his wings fluttering gently behind him.

“I didn’t throw it away. I simply misplaced it. Honestly, you’re being dramatic.” He clasped his hands together, his tone lilting, almost playful. “Besides, I wouldn’t call this locking you up. I prefer to think of it as... inviting you to stay with me. Isn’t that much nicer?”

Adam’s glare could’ve burned through stone. “I can’t leave! You are keeping me locked up!”

Lucifer sighed, a little exaggerated and innocent. “Adam, sweetheart, I’m not keeping you locked up... I’m pampering you.”

His voice was dripping with honeyed indulgence, as if the situation was something to be celebrated.

Adam’s groan grew louder, his fingers pulling at his hair in frustration.

“Lucifer,” he growled, “You cannot keep me locked in here forever.”

Lucifer’s smile widened, leaning forward slightly with a teasing glint in his eyes.

“I’m not locking you up,” he insisted again, his voice soft and playful. “I’m just making sure you’re comfortable. Pampered. Isn’t this nice? Look at how cozy the nest is, all soft and warm—perfect for you!”

Adam’s eyes darted around the luxurious nest Lucifer had created. It was indulgent—soft pillows, plush blankets, and rich silks strewn about in a perfect cocoon of comfort. Too perfect. Too tempting. And yet, it made Adam feel like a prisoner wrapped in velvet.

He huffed and sulked, sinking into the nest with a begrudging scowl, glaring at Lucifer from beneath his furrowed brows. Lucifer, ever the one to lean into theatrics, cooed at him softly, inching closer.

“Oh, come now, you look so handsome when you sulk.” He chuckled, reaching out to lightly brush his fingers against Adam’s stiff wings, making him tense even more.

“Charlie wants to visit,” Lucifer said sweetly, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Adam frowned deeply. “Why would she want to see me?”

Lucifer beamed, delighted by the question. “Because she wants to thank you, of course.”

“Thank me?!” Adam barked, his tone incredulous. “For what? I tried to kill her, remember?”

Lucifer snorted in amusement, waving his hand as though the idea was ridiculous. “No, you didn’t. You were trying to protect her. I know it, she knows it.”

He leaned in, tapping a finger to Adam’s forehead playfully. “We’re not stupid, darling. We can see things for what they really are.”

Adam opened his mouth to argue, to deny it, but Lucifer’s grin only grew wider, mischievous and knowing.

“And what exactly do you see, Lucifer?” Adam asked, a faint growl in his voice, challenging.

Lucifer’s eyes gleamed with a devilish sparkle as he leaned closer, crawling toward Adam with a slow, predatory grace. His voice was a low, teasing hum.

“I see that you care about us~” he purred, his tone dripping with amusement. “That you love us~”

He emphasized the words with a singsong lilt, his fingers ghosting over Adam’s arm as he practically preened into his personal space.

Adam spluttered, leaning back slightly, caught off guard by the sudden closeness. His skin prickled under Lucifer’s touch, and his heart raced despite himself. “I don’t—” he began, but his voice faltered, especially as Lucifer inched closer, lips almost brushing against his ear.

Lucifer’s voice dropped to a whisper, low and teasing. “It’s perfect, isn’t it? Because Charlie needs a mama too~”

Adam’s face twisted in shock, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Lucifer.

“Charlie’s 200 years old,” he snapped, his voice gruff. “She doesn’t need a mother.”

Lucifer chuckled, the sound rich and warm, completely unbothered by Adam’s annoyance.

“She’s still our baby girl,” he said softly, his fingers brushing against Adam’s hand in a gentle, coaxing way.

Adam huffed again, crossing his arms in defiance. “She’s not my baby girl.”

Lucifer’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in, his voice a breathy whisper.

“She will be,” he murmured, his words sending a shiver down Adam’s spine.

Adam could feel the heat rising in his chest, his wings stiffening as he struggled to maintain composure under Lucifer’s teasing.

“Lucifer,” he growled, his voice low with warning.

Lucifer only grinned wider, completely at ease in his role as tempter. He leaned in, pressing his forehead gently against Adam’s, their faces inches apart as he whispered with a playful lilt, “You’re staying, darling. With us. Forever.”

Adam’s heart raced, his breath catching as Lucifer’s words wrapped around him like a velvet chain. He wanted to deny it, to fight back, but the look in Lucifer’s eyes—the dangerous mix of love, desire, and possessiveness—made it impossible to pull away.

Lucifer grinned, his wings fluttering softly as he pressed a soft kiss to Adam’s temple, sealing his words with an intoxicating finality. “You’re ours now. And you’re not going anywhere.”

Lucifer, ever the embodiment of temptation and indulgence, buried his face into the curve of Adam's neck, inhaling deeply as Adam's scent enveloped him. A purr rumbled in Lucifer's chest, vibrating through his entire body as he basked in the intoxicating pheromones radiating from Adam’s trembling form.

"Mmm, how did you become an omega, my sweet?" he murmured, his breath hot against Adam’s skin.

Adam shuddered, every nerve ending alight with sensation as Lucifer held him, tight yet impossibly tender. It was overwhelming—this closeness, this intimacy that felt more like an entrapment than affection.

"Humans aren’t supposed to have a secondary gender," Lucifer added with a soft chuckle, his lips brushing teasingly against the sensitive skin of Adam's throat.

"I don’t," Adam growled, his voice taut with frustration, though the tremble in his tone betrayed him. He gritted his teeth, trying to resist the warm, unfamiliar pull of Lucifer’s body against his own.

Lucifer tilted his head, his mischievous gaze flickering with something darker, more playful. Slowly, he trailed his tongue over Adam’s untouched mating glands, savouring the reaction as Adam gasped, his entire body trembling involuntarily at the sensation.

Lucifer giggled, a sound that was both innocent and wicked, as if he were a child delighting in a newfound toy.

“You definitely look like you have a secondary gender to me,” he teased, his voice light and lilting as he licked again, sending another shiver down Adam’s spine.

Adam’s face flushed deep red, heat rising to his cheeks as Lucifer continued to kiss and lick at his mating glands, the sensations making his body betray him. He pushed Lucifer away, his hands firm but shaky.

“Stop that, you weirdo,” he grumbled, trying to regain his composure. “You’re behaving like a dog.”

Lucifer’s grin only widened, eyes glittering with amusement as he batted his eyelashes in mock innocence. “A dog? Me?”

“Come on, Addie~ how did you become an omega?” His voice was sing-song, almost taunting, but dripping with sweetness.

Adam stared back at Lucifer’s eyes—those luminous, knowing eyes—and sighed deeply. His body, tense and resisting just moments ago, slowly relaxed, sinking back into the plush pillows and cushions surrounding him. It was impossible to stay on guard with Lucifer’s warmth pressing in on him from every side, his pheromones gently mingling with his own in a way that was both comforting and disorienting.

As soon as Adam flopped back, Lucifer followed, crawling toward him like a cat, graceful and lazy, curling up around him possessively. Lucifer’s body pressed against Adam's, his touch soft but unmistakably firm, a silent promise that he wouldn’t be leaving Adam’s side anytime soon.

“Addie~” Lucifer cooed, his voice honeyed and thick with affection as he nuzzled into Adam’s neck, brushing his lips against the heated skin.

Adam sighed again, a deeper, more resigned sound this time.

"I didn’t have a secondary gender when I was alive," he muttered, his voice quieter now, edged with something almost like regret. "I only... I only had one when I died."

Lucifer hummed curiously, his chest still vibrating with that ever-present purr. His face rubbed against Adam's as if he were trying to imprint his scent into every inch of him, their pheromones mingling in the air, creating a heady, intoxicating blend.

"Must’ve been hard~ presenting all by yourself like that," Lucifer purred, his voice soft and coaxing, his hand gently tracing the line of Adam’s jaw.

Adam frowned, his lips pressed into a thin line as memories flashed in his mind—memories of Heaven’s blindingly beautiful moon, of his body undergoing the most terrifying and inexplicable changes.

"I didn’t have a choice," Adam admitted, his voice low and tight. “I saw Heaven’s moon, and my body... it just changed—I didn’t know how to stop it.”

Lucifer's eyes softened slightly, his teasing demeanour shifting as he listened closely, understanding flickering behind his gaze.

"Heaven’s moon?" he repeated, a soft hum in his throat. "How cruel... forcing you into a change you never wanted."

Adam swallowed thickly, his jaw clenched as he remembered the way his wings had burned, how his body had felt like it was being torn apart and rebuilt all at once.

"I didn’t want it," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t ask for it. But it happened. And now—"

Lucifer pressed his lips against Adam’s cheek, soft and tender, as if to soothe the old wounds that resurfaced with each word.

"Now you're mine," he whispered, his voice filled with a dark, possessive affection.

Adam’s breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away this time. Instead, he let Lucifer’s warmth envelop him, let the soothing scent of the fallen angel’s pheromones lull his mind into a strange calm. He could feel Lucifer’s heart beating against his chest, steady and reassuring, as if the devil himself was trying to tell him that he was safe here—even if he was trapped.

Lucifer purred softly, brushing his nose against Adam’s neck once more.

"I’ll take care of you," he whispered, his voice gentle but firm. “You don’t have to go through this alone anymore.”

Adam closed his eyes, his body sinking deeper into the nest as he exhaled, the weight of everything pressing down on him.

“I don’t need to be taken care of,” he muttered half-heartedly, though he couldn’t deny the strange comfort Lucifer’s presence brought.

Lucifer chuckled softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns across Adam’s chest.

"Of course you don’t," he said sweetly, his voice dripping with mischief. “But I’m going to do it anyway. Because you’re mine, Addie. And I take very good care of what's mine.”

A startled gasp escaped Adam; his eyes grow wide as Lucifer suddenly began to touch him between his legs. He arched his head, watching as Lucifer pushed his fingers up against his omega-gore, beginning to caress the sensitive flesh.

“Don’t worry Addie~ I’m going to make sure you feel really good for the rest of your life~”

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Hiii!! Hope you're having a good day! I really enjoy your work 💖

I'm curious about this...can I request a one shot, please uwu? from Suguru werewolf (Yandere soft), after of so many years he finally found his mate... she's a witch who is already engaged in marriage whit someone else, maybe a stupid sorcerer like Naoya (?) What will Suguru do to always have her by his side? maybe mate with her (NFSW) and kidnapped before the wedding...it's the only way to prove that she belongs to him.

Only if you want and if you like the idea 💡! If not it's ok. Have a good day, and thanks for your time.

The day you became his mate

paring: werewolf!light yandere! Geto x reader

warnings: smut(breeding, rough sex, half-agreed sex), kidnapping.

Words: 3,8k

Being lonely, it was hard to keep all your needs in check. Not having a partner for a werewolf is unbearable. Painful because there is no love in life. No hugging or kissing. There is no closeness of another person. Alpha would always miss an omega. The earth would miss water. The plants would miss the sun. He misses a partner.

He doesn't care if his partner is like him, a werewolf, or a different human. It does not matter. If his partner was a werewolf, it would have to be omega. Because he chose to be a loner. He lives alone, he has no partner. He doesn't stick to his relatives. He doesn't stick to his group. He's an alpha, werewolf, loner. He is independent and did not care whether someone is with him or whether he is alone. But still, the more and longer he lived like that, the more he felt the desire to have a mate. He was already 27 years old. And he never had a mate in his life. It never felt real. That's why he already wants to have someone in his life…    Werewolves aren't ugly. You knew it well. You, when you were learning about different ethnic types and different species, you knew that as a witch, as a female sorcerer, you had to learn more than what was written in the books.

You've met a few werewolves, you've seen them. Werewolves are not large dogs, as they are described. Werewolves were people. They just had more features that weren't originally human. Better senses, higher physical fitness, sometimes there may be a tail and ears on their body. But that's all. Only this. They don't have fur.

You've noticed that werewolves are really beautiful creatures. The men are tall and handsome. Muscled. Women are beautiful. Their eyes are soul piercing. Strong bodies, sharp teeth. In your opinion, they really are majestic. But their hormones scared you. their behavior because of it. Werewolves don't need a partner of their own species. It can also be an ordinary person. The only thing that matters to them is that they feel a partner in another person. Then their hormones will work on a human anyway. The alphas in their hierarchy choose a mate for themselves. Or rather, it is fate that chooses them. They feel that someone is made for them.

You've always been terrified of this behavior of alphas who feel omega. Werewolves are aggressive when they have to. They don't kill for no reason. But their aggression also shows up in moments of closeness to a partner. Even though the dominant partner doesn't want to hurt their mate. You heard about it, and you knew you wouldn't get the feeling. You could enjoy it, but also regret it. It would be nice to hear that you have been chosen as a life partner for someone, and they love you unconditionally. For ever.

But your partner is no werewolf. You're getting married soon. Even though it is a marriage of duty and coercion. Your husband will be a man. An ordinary sorcerer from an influential family. With him, you can do whatever you want. You will be able to live peacefully. You'll even be able to look at books, learn more. Watch to understand more. Read something interesting. Even though your life with this man may not be as nice as it could be if you loved him.

You know that there are people living in a relationship with a werewolf. Even though others think it's dangerous. It's the same risk as always when a human is with a non-human. People's bodies are different from their bodies. And that's why they consider it dangerous. But nature cannot be blocked. If a werewolf feels a life partner in a human, it should not be resisted. After all, a werewolf can only have one true partner.

Only one with whom he will be connected forever.

You walked through the small shop, looking through various books. You were looking for something you like. Some title or genre of the book. Even supernatural romances or something like that. Even werewolves. You were looking for anything to kill your slow, boring time.

That's where you met him.

Who would have thought that a small shop on a street corner would be something that would change your life so much.

There was a lot in this store, and you wondered what he really came for when he didn't seem interested in anything.

He appeared when you couldn't reach the book on the last, highest shelf. No matter how tall you were, you couldn't reach it. The shelf was just too high.

Leaning on the cupboard with your hands and chest, you extended one hand once more.

There was no staff to help you because sometimes they disappear into the back room, leaving the shop alone for a while. But why at a time like this if you need help now? Or you just need a stool or ladder to pick up the item you want…

You felt your fingertips run along the spine of the book. And you hoped this was the book you wanted.

You grabbed the bottom and slowly pulled it out. You still can't see what you're doing because it's still so high… Where are all the tall people to help you…

You felt the book begin to wobble under your fingers. You swallowed that shelf under your breath. You continued to pull the book lightly towards you, even if it might fall on your head.

You won't die from a book falling on you… You'll protect your head and you'll be fine.

But the moment the book fell off the shelf, you saw that it wasn't the book you wanted at all, and you closed your eyes in annoyance.

The book flew out of your fingers, but before it could fall on you, something stopped it.

You opened your eyes to see a man's hand holding the book.

You looked at him. He was definitely tall. This answers your question. Suddenly, a tall, handsome man appears next to you and saves you from the attacking book… How strange that sounds. Your knight in shining armor on a white horse who saved you from colliding your head with an angry, aggressive book that fall on you from the shelf…

What an unusual and strange meeting…

Besides, if he was normal, he wouldn't come here…

People just watch what happens to others, record it, and share it as funny mishap videos…

Or they just watch and don't care.

This man here was a little different because he approached you.

And his reflexes were amazing because he caught the falling book so quickly and accurately. By one hand.

It's amazing. You wonder how many people are with such reflexes?

Or is he not human at all? After all, there are so many non-humans in this world.

"are you okay?"

You looked at his face.

What if you were right about him not being human?

When you saw the piercing purple of his eyes, you felt like you were standing under a predator…

You felt as if you were overwhelmed by his aura alone…

Is this what it's like to be a victim? Is that what it feels like?

After a while you realized you had to answer.

"Yeah… Thanks…" you said uncertainly as you stared up at the sky.

Even though it might look silly to others, it was something else to you. You couldn't take your eyes off its beauty.

He was definitely not a knight in shining armor on a white horse…

It was a dark, mysterious but kind knight with piercing purple eyes that flooded your senses and you couldn't look at anything else but that.. His hair was half pinned up like a black wave floating down his back and shoulders.

Suddenly you saw his hand move and he handed you the book which was falling on you. Keep looking into your eyes. Watching your every move. Every breath that came out of your sweet lips.

It wasn't normal…

"Uhm… Excuse me, could you pass me the book that was next to this one?" You asked quietly, blushing a little in embarrassment.

It was embarrassing that he was saving you from the book. It was embarrassing that you even asked him to help you because you couldn't handle it.

It was embarrassing that he was so close, and he was looking at you like that…

He smiled slightly and moved closer to you, reaching for another book.

As soon as he entered the store, he felt different than usual. He felt something pulling him inside. Something that makes him stay inside.

His body led him to books and stationery where he looked at things, then looked at other things.

He didn't need anything from the store, but he felt he had to be there. He didn't know the reason. It was just a feeling…

But as he went to the other shelf, he saw one person a little further away.

When he saw you, his body made his pupils dilate.

When he saw you, his heart sped up.

His body started working differently.

For every werewolf, there is only one such moment in life…

The moment he meets his mate…

When he noticed that you needed help, he came over and helped you. He wanted to be nice and also to get close. He wanted to know if his senses were deceiving him.

When he grabbed that book and looked at you, he felt there was no mistake.

He was suddenly worried that you might be injured. That something could happen to you. That's why he looked and asked if you were okay.

He was so glad you were okay.

He had never felt such relief before.

Even when he doesn't know your name.

When you asked him if he would give you the book, he couldn't refuse.

When he could move closer, he was so pleased with it.

As he felt your scent even more in his nostrils, the instincts that werewolves have when they smell their mate awakened in him.

He immediately felt that he had to protect you. He felt he had to keep you by his side.

He felt he had to mark you.

The best way, and also the only way, is to mate with a partner.

He just met you, but he felt it was the right thing to do.

His rational thinking tells him he can't do it now… After all, it wouldn't be moral for you to mate by force.

He didn't want to do this to you.

Can you give him more time? Maybe you'd like to meet him?

Just a few meetings before that happens…

You think to be his…

You are his soul mate…

The only mate he'll ever have…

You are the chosen partner for him.

You must be his… No matter what happens… You must be his… As his partner, one of a kind.

You must be his because he wants you both to be the most important thing to you. He's waited too long to let go of this opportunity now…

You won't get away with this…

You have to because he wants it.

You must, because the world has decided so for you…

You will be partners forever….

Even if he doesn't know you're going to be involved with someone else soon… 

Your friend, your best friend, your protector, your soul mate, Geto Suguru.

None of you expected that your meetings after such an unusual meeting would be so frequent.

You agreed right away

And he proposed it.

Who would have thought that in less than a month you would become his friend.

He is your friend. You two get along perfectly. That's why you think you're soul mates. Even if that's not possible in humans.

However, it didn't even surprise you when he said he wasn't human… After all, he looked different from the others…

He was a werewolf.

Now you could be glad that your best friend is someone who isn't even human.

You saw how his behavior changed when you were near him.

You saw how his pupils changed shape.

To go from sharp and small to suddenly round and wider as he looked at you.

You don't know what that means for werewolves, but you do know that people's pupils dilate when they see something they like.

You wonder if your pupils are also dilated when you look at him.

You are happy to have him near you because he is your friend. Someone you can always trust.

But he acts weird sometimes…

Weird behavior that sends shivers down your spine…

He's possessive and the most jealous of any friend you've ever had…

No one can get close to you when he's around, because he's around.

His eyes then change. Then you see how his teeth are sharp. How his body looks like he's getting ready to attack any human… It wouldn't make sense if he was human… Unfortunately, he's a werewolf.

You knew werewolves were territorial and protected those who mattered to them.

Exactly.

But you didn't expect such a reaction when you told him you were inviting him to your wedding as your best friend.

Then you saw how his face changed. From cheerful to petrified. His eyebrow twitched. His eyes have changed. His aura was completely different. You were beginning to be afraid of him, of what he might do to you…

You still wonder why he is like this from the beginning… As if his feelings express something other than friendship.

"Suguru, is something wrong?" you asked seeing his serious face.

"Are you getting married?" he asked suddenly, in such a cold voice.

"…Yeah. In a few days…I want you to be my guest."

"Who are you marrying?! You love him?! Why?!"

You backed away a bit, knowing you had angered him. You don't know why, but he was angry. His voice was cold and dry. A cruel scream bursting from his throat as he couldn't control his emotions. Not now…

"I'm marrying him out of necessity, but I don't mind. You probably don't know him. Zenin Naoya. He is a sorcerer. I'm marrying him because he comes from a powerful family." You said as your smile faded.

"Are you marrying him even though you don't love him?!" he shouted suddenly standing up.

"Suguru?"

"If you don't want it, just don't do it… You think I'm going to let someone else have you…?!!"

"Sugu…?"

"You think after so many years of being alone, I'm just going to let go of the person who's meant for me?! I won't let my mate go! No one will take you away… Even if I have to have you by force…"

He suddenly left.

Left you confused…

What did he say?

Are you his mate?

That's why he acted like that?

Are you made for him because you really are his soul mate?

Are you meant to be his partner?

He, as a werewolf, felt it, didn't he? But why didn't he tell you before?

You felt a bit scared after he said he would have you by force…

How can you not be afraid of this?

That's why he left.

He kept the last bit of his sanity, he left before he did anything he would regret…

If he had stayed there with you, his emotions would have made him hurt you.

That he would bond with you by force…

But is there anything wrong with binding you to him by force?

You have to be his anyway… That's why… Is there anything wrong with that?

You felt bad for the next few days.

It was your last night before your wedding…

You were supposed to enjoy. You were supposed to get ready and rest before this important day.

You wanted to see Suguru. You wanted him to come and support you on this day… as your best friend…

But you don't know what to think about it, since he told you something like this…

You are his mate…

Could something that was scary for you at times really be true?

It would be really nice to have someone who loves you always. No matter what. It doesn't matter what you look like. It doesn't matter who you turn into…

A werewolf's true love will never fade away. Because he will be with you forever.

You you were chosen for Suguru… Can you break his heart…?

If only you had a choice…

You'd like to apologize to him. Because there's nothing you can do alone to prevent this wedding…

You can apologize to him now…

You didn't want to hurt him… You didn't want to deprive him of love…

You didn't want to break his heart…

Combing your hair while I was sitting in the chair by the mirror, all you see is how your eyes have gotten darker. Lustreless. Your eyes didn't sparkle because you couldn't see Suguru's eyes.

Gently running the brush through your hair, all you thought was that a warm bath and going to bed might relax you.

  The moment the door to your room suddenly opened, you jumped, quickly getting up from your chair.

Holding the brush in front of you as if it were a knife.

Whatever defense you have with you.

You saw a familiar face and tall figure as he emerged from the hallway. Coming into your room. Closing the door behind him. Slamming them sharply against the doorframe in the wall.

"Suguru…" You grumbled as you put your brush down on the shelf and slowly walked over to him.

But you stopped the moment you saw him starting to take off his hoodie.

Staying in a black t-shirt.

"I knew that only one thing could keep us both together…"he said as he untied his hair. Letting them fall on his back completely.

"What???"

"I knew from the beginning that you would be my partner forever… But for all this to happen, I'd have to do something… There's nothing wrong with forcibly marking you… Right?"

You took a step back when you saw his eyes.

Predator looking at prey.

"If you give up, it will be easier for me as well as for you." he said as he took off his shoes and then pulled his shirt over his head, showing you a muscular torso.

You blushed slightly and took a step back.

"It will be better for you if you approach me politely now and let me do whatever it takes."

You looked at him as he stopped.

"Because no matter what you do, you'll still be mine. Since we met. And since I walked into this room, there's no way you're leaving this house without being marked by me. I'll be softer if you come now."

Your body was paralyzed.

You couldn't move because of the stress. You knew what was about to happen…

You have no choice anyway…

He'll do it anyway… No matter what you choose…

You took one small step forward.

"I'll take that as a half answer. I'll be softer than I was meant to be…" he said as he suddenly appeared in front of you, pressing your lips hard against his.

Something happened that always scared you…

Alpha partner aggression towards omega partner…

Even though a partner doesn't want to hurt the other partner…

His body works like this…

He, feeling his partner's body, just couldn't help himself.

Something that used to scare you all the time is actually so good…

He's brutal, you have to admit it. But there's a subtlety to it. Also the way he kisses you and hugs you sometimes.

How he says sweet words to you as his hips hit yours.

With brute force, with hellish pace. Not allowing you to breathe normally.

His hands squeezing your hips and waist as he slammed his cock into your insides. Like it's about to tear you apart.

Tears flowed from your eyes, saliva flowed from your mouth. You cried through the overwhelming emotions and all the feeling.

A pain that fills you with such pleasure that you can't think straight.

The knowledge of the words suddenly disappeared from your mind, and all you could do was moan his name.

Your whole body was bitten and aching. Your wounds stung.

However, what was supposed to be painful and horrible was actually so good…

Your body reacted to it…

When you lay on your stomach with your ass up for him, you couldn't move. Your body was so soft. All the nerves in your body were burning with pleasure.

You don't know how long it lasts. But you know you're not going back to your normal life after all this.

You feel him entering you again and again. Feeling everything as he uses your body for pleasure. Giving you pleasure too. Letting you feel such an overwhelming feeling that it didn't feel like you were having normal sex.

So that's the point of their bodies not being the same as human ones…

His body can give you much more pleasure. And through it all, you're melting under his hips. Feeling hotter every time his hips hit your ass. As he entered you so deeply each time. So precisely hitting all sensitive points.

So much so that you came on his big cock, milking him, encouraging him to come inside you. Even though that's what he wanted to do with you.

Pour his semen deep into your womb and breed with you.

He wanted to mark you as his mate, forever.

With his length kissing your cervix every time, he was hugging you, and all he wanted was for you to moan his name.

What a sweet partner for him that he loves so much.

You will stay for him forever.

"Fuck… I love you… You're… You're mine…"

He wanted others to see that you were gone. He wanted others to see that you weren't in the room and that you weren't coming to the wedding.

Once you're marked as his, you won't go back to your old life because you're going with him.

With his cock moving in and out of your pussy again and again, you felt your body becoming so sensitive.

Until finally you felt even more hot as you wrapped yourself around him. As your body melted under his thrusts and kisses. In his arms.

He didn't mean to hurt you. And since your body was taking it so well… It's not bad for you.

You're his partner, That's why you won't leave his side.

You will live with it. You will not leave his house. You'll never come back.

He won't let him lose you.

His only partner. The person he loves. His mate.

[onpointedfeetandbrokendreams]

Day 2 - DBDA Week

Day 2 of Dead Boy Detectives Appreciation Week: 10th-16th June by @dbdcentral

Prompt: Alternate Universe

Relationships: Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland

Tags: Alternative Universe - Magic, Star-crossed lovers

TW: None

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Charles would always remember the day Edwin had to leave for the Academy. They had always known it would come, he wasn’t sure if they had been pretending not to, or if they just never realised completely what it meant. Edwin had kissed him with lips wet and salty from his tears, and Charles had watched until the car disappeared completely beyond his sight.

He felt empty, purposeless. His mind kept going back to all those happy moments they had shared growing up, first playing together in the woods, then the first time they held hands, the first shy kisses. The memories seemed more real than his present life.

He couldn’t deny that he had thought about following him to the city, but Wizards were rare, and precious to the society, and they weren’t allowed to mix with ordinary people like himself.

He moved his fingers to his wrist, to trace the shape of the bracelet Edwin had given him before he left. The feeling grounded him. He said the rune on the pendant would change colour when Edwin thought of him, it was pulsing a warm green now.

-

Six years after the dreadful day when he said goodbye to Charles, the memories of him still haunted Edwin every moment of every day. He wondered what the other boy looked like, if he had grown taller than him, if he still had that blinding smile that made the sun look pale in comparison. It had been torture to be separated for so long. Even now that he was finally about to graduate, he still wasn’t free. His path had been written for him long before he was even born, like every other child of one of the wizarding families, he was supposed to take its place among the Wizard’s High Council who protected the country.

He knew he should just give up hope to ever see Charles again since they were destined for different places. Surely, Charles would have become a Fighter by now, and an amazing one at that. But he held onto hope that one day, they could find a way back to each other.

He concentrated all his powers on the bracelet he had given him that day, hoping that the incantation was strong enough to still be working. 

-

The city buzzed with excitement, the annual parade celebrating the country’s independence had brought everyone out in the streets. There were flags waving, music, food stalls and happiness all around him, but Charles didn’t spare a second look at any of those. He had only one goal. He pursed his lips, his gaze determined, focused on the tall building of the Academy, standing majestically at the other side of the square.

He knew he would find Edwin there, ever since he arrived, his bracelet had been pulsing a deep red, the strongest colour he had seen in it yet. It was the thing that made him certain that his feelings were still reciprocated, that Edwin expected him.

Hiding among the crowd, he made his way closer to the entrance. He just had to wait for the fireworks to start, so that the guards would be distracted.

The moment he saw the first burst of lights and colours from the corner of his eye, he slipped inside, trying to remain in the shadows. He ran through the corridors, in the direction of the rooftop, where he knew all the students gathered every year to watch the show.

When he peered inside, he found his favourite emerald eyes already fixed on the door. So many years, and their minds still worked in perfect harmony, understanding each other without the need for words.

He saw Edwin excuse himself and move towards the door, Charles felt like his heart was about to explode in his chest.

“I was hoping you would come,” Edwin whispered in his ear. It made a shiver run down his spine.

He thought about replying, there were at least a thousand things he wanted to say, to ask, but there were more pressing matters. He all but launched himself at him, hugging him close, his lips rushing to Edwin’s like a drowning man resurfacing and finding the first breath of air. The kiss didn’t taste like salt this time, it tasted like desperation, and need, and in one moment it managed to make six years look like a snap of fingers.

Edwin guided him by the hand along the corridor to a room, and locked the door behind him. Finally safe from prying eyes, they dared to look at each other more thoroughly. Edwin was even more beautiful than he remembered him, his shoulders had broadened, his eyes were shining with happiness and he wanted nothing more than to kiss his smile again.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” Edwin said, breathless. “I kept looking at the door but I thought that maybe you had moved on, or you forgot about me.”

Charles shook his head in disbelief. “I thought about nothing else since the day you left.”

He entwined their fingers together, leaning his head on Edwin’s shoulder. They would have to separate again soon, or people would start looking for them, but at least they had this one day they could steal for themselves. And Charles would never give up hope.

[sanjisblackasswife]

Do you still accept nsfw asks? If so how about a short story where sanji and the gang find an abandoned island and stop to resupply and while there they find a ship wreck where someone is clearly living there and sanji walks up on a woman bathing in a waterfall while he's foraging for food. She's the only survivor of a pirate crew and has been stuck on the island for 2 years. Sge would be so happy to be found she forgets she's nude and tackle hugs sanji. The only reward she has for him is herself of course 😉 would he accept her reward and have fun before bringing her back to the crew?

Definitely an nsfw story with male receiving and then female receiving all the fun stuff, oral and fingering and penitration, all the funs lol

A/N: ..wow. Lemme go on ahead and see if I can make this come to life. (This is a dope summary though btw I love it lmao)

Also I decided to make most of this in Sanji’s POV because why not lol

“Waves of Love” Sanji x (Black)! Fem Reader (NSFW) Sanji POV

CW: Love at First Sight (?), Oral Sex, Fingering, Cum Eating, Tongue Sucking, Lots of Kissing, Thigh Riding, Vaginal Sex, Semi Public(?), Finger Sucking, Reader is a bit of a Bimbo(?), She has Piercings, Touch Starved, Very Subby and has a Breeding Kink

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Sanji POV

We landed on this somewhat large island, it looked no different from any other we stopped at before, however it looked more like a jungle. It was beautiful none the less and the weather was perfect. We all seen some delicious fruit and Usopp had already managed to catch a few good fish. Everybody all agreed to spend the day looking for stuff to bring back I wanted Nami to come with me, but she and Chopper decided to stay on the ship!

“Oh shit.” I stopped my tracks and seen the other side of the island and there was a huge ship, so we weren’t alone!?

I was walking a small path I found in between some bushes and trees, i didn’t really think to know where it could lead. Enemies maybe? I don’t really care that much I could just kick their ass if needed.

I walked over with caution, but I felt no presence of anybody. As a matter of fact inspecting closer at the ship it was ruined. The ship was old and looked like a few marines aimed at it. If anybody was here they have to have been either long gone or still here hiding.

I decided to go back to find Luffy. He’d probably want to look around and see it and possibly warn him if someone is also on this island, but i began to hear what could be a waterfall, it was faint but the more I followed the sounds of loud splashing water the more I—

Sanji pushed his way out of the shrubbery to see from a distance a woman waist deep in the beautiful secluded area. A towel and some clothing was left beside some rocks. Sanji was enamored, she was a real woman! Naked! Cleaning herself! Her body was curved in all the right places, her skin was a beautiful dark brown, her hair was big and curly, she had scars around her body, but she looked stunning none the less. He held his mouth trying not to bleed and scream out of excitement and scaring the woman but instead he hid behind a tree and watched her.

This goddess…she..was nothing like I’ve seen before. I know I shouldn’t stare at a woman bathing, but I couldn’t look away she looked like a majestic angel!

How come I didn’t sense her? Is she alone? Was that her ship? She must have crew members around since that boat was so big.

“Hm?” The woman looked out, to see a tall blonde man behind a large tree. In that moment she would have felt exposed! Embarrassed! Even a little upset for noticing someone watching, but instead she smiled wide. Her face was unrecognizable to Sanji, but the woman slowly approach closer to the shallow prt of the water and waved. “Hey! Come here!”

I froze. She seen me! Fuck! I probably should leave, but I couldn’t do such a thing to a woman! What if she needs help? Maybe she can—-

Shit she is even more beautiful the closer she walks over. She was holding her chest, her body was something I wish to engrave in my mind for the rest of my life! Her smile was gorgeous and shining as if it were gold. The water reflected off of her wet body I felt myself move towards her to get a closer look.

I think I met my soulmate.

“Oh!” She gasped at me, and ran over towards me…

Wait

A NAKED WOMAN IS RUNNING TOWARDS ME—

“Oh my goodness I can’t believe there is someone here! I can’t believe it! A real person!” She was strong as hell swinging me back and fourth, her wet body stained my clothes and she sounded so …happy to see me?

“Oh—h-hello!” I tried so hard to keep my eyes on her face, but her curls were covering most of her face anyways. She smiled so sweetly it nearly made my heart melt. “Um…are you—“

“Oh sorry! Im Y/N! It’s been so long since I’ve seen a person let alone a guy before! What’s your name?!”

“Oh I—I’m Sanji—-“

She kept talking and it became more and more difficult to pay attention to her talking. Her breast kept moving with each word and I couldn’t help to almost faint seeing that she had nipple piercings and a belly piercing!!! The young lady had a lot of energy so she spoke with her hands a lot . How could a woman like this be here alone on an island?

IS THIS THE ALL BLUE?!

“So Mr. Sanji…I actually stole that ship from a crew a couple years ago, but some Marines found me not too long after and attacked. I barely made it out of there, but I been hiding here hoping to possibly find a new pair of people to get me to leave but the ones that have came don’t even manage to stay for too long or they just sail right past….are you with a crew? Or…oh crap are you a marine?!”

She seemed to be so unfazed with being naked in front of me, it was cute, but it made me worry a little bit—

What if a PERVERT FOUND HER AND TOOK ADVANTAGE OF MISS, Y/N?!

“I am apart of a pirate crew actually. We landed here this morning to grab some supplies, but it seemed so empty…so you’re all alone?”

“Yeah! So there’s more of you?! Oh please can I come with you guys?! I promise I just need a way to get off this island and I’ll be out of your hair! I’ll do anything!”

She grabbed my shirt tugging on it with pleading eyes. They managed to peak through her curls, her lips were so plump and slightly parted as she looked up at me. I clenched my fist not wanting to touch her, but I just couldn’t fight the feeling because she was so close I could feel her breath in my chin. I can’t believe she has been here for 2 years on her own. She looked healthy, and well fed.

“Of course you can! We have plenty of food and even some new clothes for you to wear! We’d be more than happy to have you on board! Here—“

I took off my shirt and jacket for her to wear, she seemed to have only underwear by her towel and I couldn’t let her meet the rest of the crew naked of course. I handed her my clothing and she blushes at me.

“Once we get back I’ll cook you something too. A beautiful girl such as yourself shouldn’t be here at all. I’m actually impressed how you managed to take care of yourself. You look amazing.”

Y/N mentally drooled at the sight of seeing another male shirtless. His body was completely different from what she was expecting. It was almost something foreign to her after so long on her own. She was so grateful for his kindness she knew she had to repay him somehow.

“W-wait!” She gripped my clothing before placing it by her own, “Your friends…you sure they will be okay with me coming on right?…i haven’t had much luck with friendly people…are they nice like you?”

I smile, “They’re very nice—well there is one grumpy swordsman that can be a fool—, but don’t worry I’ll kick his ass if he is rude to you, my love.”

She bites her bottom lip a little as if she were thinking about it, I hope she agrees to come. She looks back up at me and speaks softly,

“Can I give you something in return before we go? As a thank you?”

I gave her a questioning look, before I could decline she grabbed my neck and kissed me.

Fuck her lips were so soft!

Her kisses were a bit firm, and unsteady granted she didn’t have much practice after two years, but Sanji held her close by her waist. Y/N pulled back standing on her tippy toes and gazed at his lips. It was only for a moment when she pulled him back for a hungrier kiss. Her tongue slipped in his mouth moaning inside, the urgency she had felt in her body showed with action as she began to unbuckle his slacks.

“Oh! Wait wait—Y/N!” I held her shaky hands nearly panting after dropping my cigarette, “You DONT have to repay me I—“

“But I want to! I need to! You’ve been so kind and I thought maybe you’d appreciate that, Mr. Sanji. Please…come here.”

She was so needy, I wouldn’t dare try and take advantage of her in this situation, but she grabbed my hand and took me beside the waterfall where her clothes were and let me lean beside a large rock, she kneeled in front of me and I immediately felt my pants get tight. She looked too fucking sexy on her knees like this.

Maybe…I can indulge in this moment just once?

Y/N pulled Sanji’s bottoms down now eye to eye with his semi-hard cock. Licking her lips in anticipation she motions him to sit on the smooth flat surface of the rock and lean back. She pushes her hair back to reveal her eyes, and it shocks Sanji, both eyes were different colors and her left eye was scared. It never took away from her beauty however.

“You’re gorgeous.” Sanji uttered in awe before she went down on him. She blushed.

His cock was heavy on her tongue giving it one loud and long slurp before pushing it as far as she could in her mouth. Her cold tongue swirled and flicked around his shaft and tip so much Sanji already felt a pressure below his stomach to cum. Somehow she noticed from his constant twitching and his moans she popped of his cock and smiled, “it’s okay. You can cum in my mouth.”

Her voice sounded so innocent and pure compared to how fucking hot she looked sucking my dick. Fuck— she didn’t even stop sucking after I came. I probably should keep my voice down, but she felt way too painfully good I damn near passed out from overstimulation. She sighed pulling away, a long string of my cum and her drool fell from the rim of her swollen lips. She had a tired gaze, I couldn’t stop breathing heavily looking right at her still lustful eyes.

I cupped her cheek and she sat up straight, when I kissed her the mixture of our bodily fluids swished inside our mouth, the taste was so addictive I couldn’t help but to start sucking on her wet tongue.

“Was that good? Was I Good?”

Her pleads to be praised was so fucking cute I patted her head and kissed her forehead softly, letting her know she did amazing. But she didn’t seemed to want to stop, and I’m glad because I didn’t want to either.

The temperature of my face and chest got hot, this woman must have had some kind of curse and planted it inside me because I feel like I’m burning up inside I had a craving and it was that I had to be inside her. I need her right now.

I had her close to my chest and kissed her lips again, they were like magnates I just couldn’t stop myself from pulling away no matter how sloppy it became. My hand roamed from her neck down to her pierced breast. From the moment I seen her I had an itch to fondle her perky nipples, I needed to feel the cool metal and her sensitive skin under my fingers. She must have enjoyed it a lot from how much she started to moan out.

“More please. Rub more!” Her whines were like music to my ears, she placed her hand on my to guide how she liked to be gropped and I did as so pressing firmly with her hand. I kept the pace with urgency as I moved my lips down to her neck for a moment to leave a mark. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea, for when we get back they’ll see our bruises of when we made love but I didn’t care I wanted this as bad as she did.

I sat back down to place her on my thigh, she was already so gooey and wet from just me touching her breast, if I wasn’t mistaken she may have already came from that alone. She was panting and already couldn’t help herself as she began to grind her wet slit on my thigh. Fuck, I never had a woman do this before but the neediest and desire she had on her face focusing to cum on me made me want her even more.

“Touch me again, Mr. Sanji.” Her voice was breaking down as she was reaching her high, I wasted no time rubbing her slippery clit in messy circles pushing the back of her head back to my mouth to kiss her, she whined continuously pressing her hands on my chest. Her dull nails tried clawing at my skin, which made me want to feel that sensation on my back when I fuck her.

I needed to fuck her.

She needed me to fuck her.

And I was going to do it.

I helped her move her hips faster on my thigh, I felt her clench harder crying into my ear now holding the back of my nape. “San…Ji!”

She stilled her movements after a moment and began to pepper my neck in kisses biting a little. She was so damn cute being so appreciative. She deserved it. She deserved to get fucked right. I picked her up and laid her on the towel by the water. It was no other noises besides the sounds of birds chirping and our panting. I never had sex with a woman outside before, but it now be my new favorite thing if it’s with her.

She looked breath taking, she was rubbing her thighs together looking up at me with those pretty eyes I couldn’t stop looking at, her face was hot, and her curls barely were covering her face, I already seen a bit of my hickies left on her neck, I just needed to leave at least one on her breast—maybe two if she can last that long.

“Mr. Sanji…can you…fuck me…while I suck your fingers?”

Fuck she is direct.

I couldn’t say no to her, I had to. She needed this, I open her messy wet legs, I slowly massage her slit with my index and middle finger before swirling her clit to make her arch her back, her mouth agape. I used the opportunity to shove my fingers in her pretty little mouth. She sucked on them as desired and I began my attack on her nipples.

“Mmmmmm!” She moaned beside my ear, her legs began to twitch and vibrate beside me as my tongue moved all over her tits. They were so comfortable to squeeze my face in. It was something I couldn’t try to replicate with any pillow I could ever buy. She was so fucking sensitive too. Not having another man’s touch her for so long. I knew I could get her to cum a thousand times if I tried.

My cock was aching, it was so tediously rutting against her clit, she must have felt it too because she began to buck her hips for more friction. I finally managed to leave my two marks on her breast and sat back up. She whined in disappointment when I pulled my fingers away. So cute.

I slapped my cock on her fat pussy—fuck everything about her made me so hot in the face I couldn’t hold back. I immediately peppered her with kisses when I slammed half of my Dick inside her as an apology.

“Fuck you’re so tight, baby..” I groaned in her ear. I didn’t move as she said she haven’t had sex in so long and never touched herself in between then and now so I talked her through it as I slowly began to bottom out inside her. “Good girl, baby—good fucking girl ‘m ganna stretch you out real good okay?”

“Y-yes Mr. Sanji!”

Her fluffy skin felt so good under mine, I held her close making sure she felt all of me, I began to pick up the pace and the wet slapping noises of her insides made me nearly lose it she felt too fucking good and tight.

“So good! Mmm!” Her voice sung like a melody repeating my name over and over again in broken syllables as my Dick kept going in and out, I needed to see her so I pulled away from her neck, and her eyes rolled back, mouth open slightly holding the back of her legs to give me more room to go deeper inside her. I don’t think she’s felt this good in a long time.

I felt my hair stick to my face with sweat, my hands also pressing down on the back of her sweet thick thighs as the jiggled Everytime I pushed my way inside her. She began to scream out and I knew if she kept it up one of them may find us back here or that dumbass swordsman May stumble upon us so I licked my fingers and shoved them back in her mouth. She looked so good sucking on them anyways.

I felt her clench inside me as a signal she was about to cum. As much as i didn’t want it to end I began to think about how long we have been out here and how at any moment one of my crew mates may catch us.

I threw her ankles over my shoulder and pulled her by her hips to snap against mine. I was as deep as i could get and it made me want to cum quickly so I began thrashing my cock further inside her sweet walls.

Her whole body was moving at a rhythm, she started to bite my fingers a little. It didn’t hurt that much but it was cute, she bites a lot when she is about to cum.

Her eyes shot open as she pulled out my fingers and pressed my body against hers, she was so fucking flexible I was putting her in a matting press and didn’t even realize it.

“Cum in me please! Please please please I need it!”

Shit. I completely forgot I wasn’t using a condom. Everything was happening so fast but…I was okay with it. I don’t know but I may genuinely be in love with this woman ……I can’t stop myself from moaning in her ear,

“I love you, Y/N!”

It was almost as if she felt the same way because she held on to me tighter I couldn’t breathe almost. I didn’t care I just needed to fill her up and that’s exactly what I did.

I slowed down the pace, our breathing was in sync as I did my last few sloppy thrust, I moved her hair to get a better look at her flustered face and planted open mouth kisses on her making her giggle.

“I didn’t expect us to do that.” I laughed weakly feeing her legs rub my sides. She laughed to and pecked my nose.

“I’m glad we did. Because I love you.”

My heart skipped a beat. She sounded so careless by saying that. She really mean it?

“Really?”

“I do Mr.Sanji…I think…I don’t know—I may have fell in love with you the moment I seen you…”

“You—you also believe in love at first sight?”

She nodded and shrugged, “I mean duh. It’s real isn’t it?”

I kissed her lips once more and got her to show that pretty smile. I couldn’t let her go after that.

We cleaned each other up in the lake and I got her dressed. It was beginning to get late so I carried her in my back on the way to the ship. We got to know each other a little more since the walk was a bit long and I told her about us.

“So Luffy is Your Captain? And he’s made of rubber no way!!”

“Haha Yeah, he can be an idiot so don’t worry if he is a—-“

“Oh is that them?!”

She pointed outwards and I smiled seeing them all carry back boxes of items they found on the island.

“Yeah, you ready to meet them, my love?”

“Yes, please!”

When I took her and greeted her to the crew, they all welcomed her with open arms. She proved herself worth the trouble of adding since she actually was an amazing fighter. And I was glad. I fed her and let her sleep in my room for the night, but I believed she may be staying there permanently.

She was mine now after all.

——-

“Alternative Ending”??

[r1ya4aa]

Sultan e Qalbam

ꗃ ⋆ ࣪ . 𝟏 ᵘⁿˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ.

SOCCER PRISONERS🗣️🔥

BACTERIA ADDED A PERSON TO THE. GROUPCHAT!

Isagi:

Who did you add again bachira..

bacteria:

Chill it's raichui

xxx-xxx-xxx:

now who in the right mind would name there child raichui.

Chigiri:

You are so real for that

Kunigami:

Who are you

xxx-xxx-xxx:

I should be the one asking that..

Bacteria:

WE BKUE LOCK

xxx-xxx-xxx:

Oh okay

Bacteria:

N U?????

xxx-xxx-xxx

l/n y/n

who else is in this gc?

Isagi:

All our friends from blue lock

I think..

nagi changed xxx-xxx-xxx to y/n!

y/n!:

cool

shithoe is online!

shithoe:

GIRL STOP BEIG SO DRY

Y/n:

FUCK YIU WANT ME TO DO?

Shithoe:

Bitch 😒

Y/n:

NAHH YOU CANT BE TALKING WHEJ UR FRIENDS CALL YOU SHIT-HOE☠️☠️☠️

shithoe:

GIRL UR NAME SOUNDS LIKE A SPELL LIKE WHAT ISBTAHT💀

Kunigami:

Alright y'all that's enough

shithoe:

Stfu wannabe hero

Y/n:

Thats embarrassing...☺️

Shithoe:

Even she agreed 😜

Y/n:

Girl I was talking to u..☠️

Chigiri:

BSHAHAHSH

Bacteria:

LNFAOOOO

Y/n:

Anyway gotta go I have training 🙁

Isagi:

Training? Do you play any sports?

Y/n:

Ye I do actually

Y/n is offline

Bacteria:

OHHH WHAT RU PLAYING??

Oh...🙁

Y/n is online

Y/n:

Mb what happened

OHHH WHAT RU PLAYING??⁀➷

Basketball

Shithoe:

Boorrringgg🙄🙄🙄

reo is online!

Reo:

It's been a while since a last played

Which school are you playing for?

Y/n:

Seirin

Reo:

SEIRIN??? NAHH U MUST BE MAD GOOD

Y/n:

HAHAHA TYSMM

Reo:

Y'all are playing for nations  this year right?

Y/n:

We have a few more matches to win before we get to the nations

Matter of fact we unfortunately have a match tmr

Isagi:

Why 'unfortunately'?

Y/n:

1. We have two matches scheduled in ONE DAY.

2. The second team is hella strong n there secretary AND coach is mad annoying

nagi:

Sounds like a hassle.

Y/n:

Fr.

ANYWAY I ACTUALLY GOTTA GO NOW

BYEBYE YALL

Bacteria:

BYEE Y/NNNN

Shithoe:

I hope u lose your match and get depression and become emo for the rest of ur life

Reo:

Bye y/n!

Isagi:

Good luck and Byee!

Y/n went offline

Nagi went offline

Chigiri went offline

Reo went offline

Bacteria went offline

Isagi went offline

Kunigami went offline

Shithoe went offline

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ᓚᘏᗢ

♡。　／　　｜　　＼。　♡

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SOCCER PRISONERS🗣️🔥

Bacteria:

@Y/N

@Y/N

@Y/N

@Y/N

@Y/N

@Y/N

@Y/N

@Y/N

@Y/N

Y/n:

Yes?

Bacteria:

SOSOSOS

HOW WAS UR GAME??? DID U WIN??????

Reo:

Yeah I was wondering the same thing

Shithoe:

I bet u lost😹😹

Y/n:

We won

But like that aomine guy was hella strong

Not strong enough tho😈

Reo:

He's the reason I quit actually

Y/n:

It can't be THAT bad..

Reo:

You don't wanna know...☺️

Y/n:

Oh!

Rin:

Congratulations

Y/n:

Thank you!

Who are u btw ?

I don't think you've ever texted since I've been here

Shithoe:

Ye some of us had training yesterday

and omg

SINCE WHEN IS RIN BEING SO NICE😱😱😱

Rin:

They seem normal unlike you

Shithoe:

At least ma man wants me🥺

Rin:

who tf.

Shithoe:

Your brother ofc😜

Isagi:

Didn't he block you multiple times?

Y/n:

Imagine being so desperate

Rin:

^

Shithoe:

Stfu eyelashes jr.

Y/n:

I bet his eyelashes r beyond gorgeous

Aryu ✨:

His eyelashes really are glamorous✨

Y/n:

Eyelashes reveal when

Bacteria:

I got u pookie

Y/n:

WOOOOWWWW⁉️⁉️

Gorgeous

Fabulous

Meow

majestic

Pinterest coded

Art deco coded

Beautiful

Blushing

You remind me of my cat

Shithoe:

NAH PINTEREST CODED? THATS TOO MICH FOR HIS UGLY ASS

Rin:

Thank u I guess @Y/n

At least I don't look like a fucking cockroach 😐

Chigiri:

CAT REVAEL RN

Y/n:

*picture of a cat*

Chigiri:

awwwwwhh

I'll kidnap ur cat y/n ☺️

Y/n:

Fuck off☺️

Bacteria:

YALL I HAVE AN IDEA

CUTE CAT BTW POOKIE

Y/n:

Tysm pookie wookie

Isagi:

What's ur idea bachira?

Bacteria:

LEST DO A FACE REV

shithoe:

Ye I'm down

Kunigami:

Sure

Bacteria:

ILL START batchira meguru 😋

Y/n:

Aww you're so cute

I wanna bite ur cheeks 🙁

Bacteria:

Aw Tysm pookie 🙁

Shithoe:

IM NEXT shodou ryusei baby 😈

Y/n:

PUT THAT PHONECASE AWAY ☠️☠️

2/10 ig (im being generous 😒)

(Eyeliner tut when??)

Aryu✨:

Aryu✨ (jyubei 🤕)

Y/n:

Glamorous

8/10

Aryu✨:

Ohhh✨🤭

Takemitsu:

Aaoshi tttttttakkenmixysi

Y/n:

what.

Takemitsu:

IM SO SORRY IM VERY NERVOUS AND MY HANDS ARE SWEATING

Y/n:

OHH UTS OKAY

Bacteria:

I got u takemitsu

Aoshi takemitsu

Y/n:

Awhh

7/10

Isagi:

I guess I'll go next :)

Isagi yoichi

Y/n:

10/10

Handsome???

u look smart

Isagi:

Thank you!

Eita is online!

Karasu is online!

Barou is online!

Nanase is online!

Hori is online!

Kurona is online!

Eita:

Yo

What are we doing

Bacteria:

Face reveal

Karasu:

For who?

Hori:

Read the chat fucking dumbass

Hello y/n! I'm Hiori yo

Y/n:

adorable

10/10

Eita:

I Like girls who play basketball

Karasu:

Didn't you tell me a few minutes ago that you're into shy girls?

Eita:

I Like em both😼

Y/n:

9/10

I feel like your a cheater

Karasu:

He is.

Y/n:

1/10

Y/n changed 'Eita' to 'Cheitar'

Cheitar:

WHAT.

Karasu:

LMAOOOSJJEHEUSH

Karasu tabito

Y/n:

Fix yo Hair old man ☠️

Cheitar:

BHSHAHAHWHWH LMAOOO

shithoe:

LMFAOOO

Bacteria:

HEHSHWHSHHEHE

Karasu:

I thought we where good y/n 😒

Y/n:

You thought wrong 😜

Reo:

Anyway

Reo mikage

Y/n:

OHHHH⁉️⁉️⁉️

10/10

Reo:

Thank you! I'll do nagis one too since he's asleep

Nagi seishiro

Y/n:

He reminds me of a snowman

9.5/10

Bacteria:

I'm so sorry y/n we have to go training 😔

Y/n:

Oh that's okay!

Isagi:

bye y/n!

Y/n:

goodbye Isagi 🫶

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[🥟]— hi…I’m still trying to figure out how to use and write on this app🙏 and can anyone explain to me how to add pictures without like the text disappearing or smth like that, TYSM!!

[thefandomenchantress]

I could have sworn I have more questions about headcanons, but until then.. Take these! I'll send those questions in when I can. If the cast got turned into cats, how would they act like? (Since yk, it would be a little different if they're cats. I'll give a headcanon of mine as an example: David and Xander would always be walking beside each other and their tails would form a heart. They would also lick each other to help clean themselves) GIMMIE ACEVID ONES!! How do you think the cast acted when they were babies/kids? You can use this photo as a inspiration for ideas!:

Don’t worry I’m super forgetful, too. The amount of times I’ve thought of really good jokes or theories to post only to immediately forget about them once I remember I wanted to post something is too many. I look forward to seeing the other headcanon stuff!

If the cast got turned into cats, what would they act like? (+Acevid)

I’ll try to do everyone in the cast for this one! Also, I’m not using real-life cats for a basis on their appearances, some of them are blue and red. Second also, I’m doing this on the assumption that this is a parallel universe where they’re cats and always have been.

Teruko: The saying that a cat always lands on their feet does not apply to cat-Teruko. She is constantly getting into accidents and her owner is getting sick of all the vet bills. She’s not very cuddly, often preferring to be left alone. Appearance: Brown with some patches of fur burnt off.

Xander: Pirate kitty. Cats probably can’t wear eyepatches in real life, but cat-Xander does. He is constantly climbing all over furniture as well as his owner, and he often harasses said owner for affection. Appearance: Red with cool eyepatch thingy.

Charles: Very anti-social. Getting him to let you pet him is a difficult task at first, but evantually he might warm up to you. Watches his owner make things in the kitchen with a strange fascination. Appearance: Purple with a bushy tail.

Ace: A literal scaredy-cat. Constantly hissing at people and hiding under furniture, and trying to pick him up is just asking for him to bite you. If he does end up liking his owner, he will quickly develop separation anxiety. Appearance: Maroon, fluffy and smaller than average.

Arei: Constantly doing things to annoy her owner. Example:

Owner: *Walks into the room and sees cat-Arei next to a glass of water, which she is pushing dangerously close to the edge of the countertop* Hey! No. Don’t you dare.

Cat-Arei: *Looks owner dead in the eyes as she slowly pushes the glass off the countertop, and it shatters on the floor*

Appearance: Light blue and…uh…majestic?

Rose: Always taking a cat nap. Usually in the most inconvenient places, like right in front of the front door while her owner is trying to leave the house. Her owner has tripped over her quite a few times by accident. She also always manages to get into paints, no matter where her owner hides them. Appearance: Dark brown fur (which usually has paint stuck in it).

Hu: Definitely the most well-behaved of all the cats. It doesn’t matter what she’s doing, if she hears her owner playing any instrument she’ll come running. Sometimes she’ll try to help them play (Ex: Walking across piano keys while her owner is trying to play). Appearance: Dark green-ish fur

Eden: Doesn’t have great eyesight, since cats don’t wear glasses (or maybe they do I mean I gave cat-Xander an eyepatch). Very social and will often follow her owner around the house. Has a strangely good sense of time. Appearance: Brown fur, maybe dark brown markings around her eyes that sorta look like glasses.

Levi: Very calm, but will attack any human he does not recognize that enters his owner’s house. (He’s a very good guard dog—er, cat). He will protect his owner with his life. Appearance: Light brown fur, piercing light blue eyes. Bigger than your average cat.

Arturo: Loves his owner and is very clingy to them. Anyone he deems unfit for their presence he will hiss at if they get too close. His definition of ‘unfit’ seems to be anyone and everyone his owner has tried to invite over. Appearance: Mint/Toothpaste green fur, very lanky.

Min: Sits next to her owner whenever they read, staring at the pages. Whether she can actually read or not is a mystery. Not very easily excitable, but she really likes milk (just like human Min). Appearance: Brownish-Black fur, a tuft of which will often cover her pretty purple eyes.

David: When his owner isn’t home he barely does anything, and is usually laying in the same place all day. Once he notices his owner is back he gets all happy again, and will follow them with stars in his eyes. Appearance: Dark blue fur, his eyes do the same thing his human counterpart’s eyes do.

Veronika: Will often enter rooms quietly just so she can pounce up onto her owner’s lap and scare them. Makes very demonic hissing noises whenever she feels like it, usually when her owner least expects it. Appearance: Red fur, and dead, grey eyes. Has long claws she likes to scratch furniture with sometimes.

J: Will act like she totally didn’t miss her owner while they were at work for a while, but caves after around an hour and bothers them for affection. She likes to initiate any cuddles, and trying to give her any without fair warning will make her mad at you for a bit. Appearance: Black, thick fur with blue and green highlights. Somehow.

Whit: Very affectionate, and instantly likes the romantic partner his owner brings over to the house. He can sense it’s meant to be. Also:

Appearance: Has a heart shape on his chest (for an example of this, see the photo of a random cat I found on the internet). Blonde fur, pink hints throughout.

Nico: Hmm…I’m tasked with making them more cat-like, huh? I guess they hate bathtubs more now. They’re pretty anti-social and don’t hang around their owner too much, but appreciate their company when they do. Appearance: Black fur and red eyes, looks scary but is actually very sweet.

Acevid: At first cat-David thinks of cat-Ace as a bit too…energetic, if you get what I mean. But also finds him fun to mess with. Sometimes, they take naps together. A good way to summarize their relationship is this: Cat-Ace likes his personal space. Cat-David also likes cat-Ace’s personal space.

How do you think the cast acted when they were babies/kids?

Teruko: Actually sorta had a home, the orphanage, so that’s nice. She didn’t have any friends except for her brother, so they hung out a lot. She was more affectionate then, and often carried around a stuffed teddy-bear.

Xander: Liked school and did fairly well. He had a lot of friends, thanks to his more outgoing personality, but he was a bit too much for some people. Got into fights at recess a few times.

Charles: Rather sheltered, preferred to be by himself most of the time. Had a sense of child-like wonder about him, (and he still does, even though you’ll be hard-pressed to see him show it). It’s a shame he can’t remember most of his childhood.

Ace: Didn’t have any friends (until Taylor), since his off-the-walls energy was too much for most other kids, and he was just labeled as weird. Never stopped talking, despite the fact people constantly told him to shut up.

Arei: Her sisters got an early start on making her feel as bad about herself as possible, and they made it hard for her to make friends. She was compassionate nonetheless, but she slowly became more closed-off because of all the ridicule.

Rose: Didn’t sleep as much, since she didn’t have as much of a need for escapism (or at least I always assumed she slept as a form of escapism idk). She was very passionate about art and often got her pieces put in the school-wide art shows.

Hu: Got along pretty well with other kids, but was rather introverted. She had a lot of butterfly-themed clothing and jewelry, so it was well-known that was her favorite animal.

Eden: Had a few good friends, and really liked setting up play dates with them. She would often pick out art kits from the store, like bracelet-making kits, to do during them.

Levi: Rather quiet, didn’t have many friends. His closed-off nature and intimidating stature were most likely to blame for this. He had trouble reading who was in the ‘bad crowd’ and would sometimes get in trouble for being in the wrong place, wrong time.

Arturo: Didn’t have many friends, since he was often off in his own little world. Not sure when his beauty obsession started, but at some point it did and he would constantly read those celebrity gossip magazines and fanboy over every pretty person he saw in them.

Min: Had a few friends, but didn’t spend too much time with them. She was always studying, or doing schoolwork, or occasionally sleeping. She tried to hang out with friends sometimes, but would be constantly feeling guilty about how she was wasting time that could be spent studying.

David: Had many acquaintances and a few people he’d call friends, but he didn’t feel most of them actually knew him that well. He was way less…er…depressed? Than current David, and did anything for his parent’s approval and affection.

Veronika: Most kids either thought she was creepy (because of her psychoanalysis) or really cool, since she would often do things like hanging upside-down on high-up tree branches or other dangerous stunts. While intrigued by the spooky and gory, she wasn’t as into it back then.

J: Often forced to do things she didn’t want to by her mother, and hated every second of it. She felt as though most of her friends weren’t really her friends because they liked her, and that they just liked the idea of her, and the idea of being friends with a celebrity.

Whit: Didn’t have too many friends, since some considered him a little annoying. Wasn’t quite as ambivalent to terrible things happening, and wasn’t constantly positive. But he still really liked puns to an unhealthy degree.

Nico: Didn’t have any friends, but didn’t mind because they preferred to have their alone time anyway. Or maybe that’s just what they told themselves so they wouldn’t feel lonely. They would’ve liked to have at least one person to hang out with from time to time. But at least they had their cats.

Sorry this ask took forever for me to answer. I had never considered the cat question before and it took me a long time to come up with answers. But this was really fun, thanks for asking me stuff!

[softhued]

Change of Heart 

synopsis: you and enji agreed to have a strictly professional relationship, but after an evening together, enji has other plans in mind. 

warnings: dark content, dubcon, coercion, rough sex, oral sex , tipsy reader, power imbalance, implied age gap, escort au, reader is called a slut once 

word count: 5k

disclaimer: this was written w a black fem reader in mind, also it contains nsfw content so MDNI (18+)

You looked out the window at the twinkling city lights that meshed together and decorated the skyscraper buildings that passed by in a blur. It was rare for you to be in the midst of the city due to its expense, so on the rare occasion you had to bask in its radiance, you were going to. The sole reason why you were granted this sight was thanks to the man beside you.

You were hired to accompany the infamous, Enji Todoroki, to a charity gala. His proposal came as a shock, not expecting such a revered businessman to employ you, much less to be his date for the night. However, the contract he presented offered a generous amount of money which was enough to wipe away any doubts, but being invited to such a high-end event knotted your stomach with worries and moistened your palms.

You were plagued with everything that could go wrong. How it would be such a huge scandal if the truth of your relationship was exposed, but as the night drew on, you realized that the worry and anxiety that occupied your body earlier was all for nothing. The chemistry you shared was amazing, allowing the both of you to work exceedingly well together, and made your interactions so effortless and languid. Not requiring any second-guessing. If you were an outsider, you would have been tricked into believing that you and Enji were a real, happy, and loving couple, but you knew the truth.

You turned your head to take in the man seated beside you, who was already watching you with an unknown look in his eyes.

The corner of your mouth pulled at the sight of him as your head tilted curiously, "what?” you playfully questioned, wondering why he was staring at you so intently.

He paused for a moment, taking you in fully in the dim lighting, “you look breathtaking.”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the sincerity in his voice. Maybe in another life, granted that the circumstances were different, you could've had something special.

“Thank you,” you smiled, not allowing yourself to take his flattery to heart and collecting yourself before you returned his compliment.

“I can say the same for you,” you jokingly added as the corner of your mouth pulled while you examined his formal attire.

The both of you together were a majestic sight.

You hung off Enji’s arm like an accessory that complemented his already impressive presence. Forcing everyone’s attention on both of you and making it nearly impossible for anyone to peel their eyes off as you socialized and danced without a care in the world, and ultimately stole the show without much effort.

You could feel the heat of jealousy from the looks shot at you and hear the unspoken questions in the envy-filled stares.

How did you cross paths? How did you guys meet? How old were you?

And the loudest one of all: Why you?

Nevertheless, you turned a blind eye to the overeager eyes, focusing all your attention on Enji. And to your benefit, he made the night more bearable, never leaving your side and introducing you to many of the important people present.

He engaged you in the ongoing conversations so you weren’t standing by idly, bored out of your mind. Despite his kindness, you were ready to call it a night.

It took time to grow accustomed to this lifestyle. Attending high-caliber events with snobs came with the territory, but at the end of the day, this wasn’t your scene, no matter how familiar you became. It was easy to grow weary of the mindless droning from people who had more than enough money than they knew what to do with while you struggled. But this was your big break which made you determined to hold out for Enji’s sake.

It was the least you could do after all he had done for you, like buying your entire ensemble. From the silky backless dress you wore, to the outrageously exorbitant shoes, and the sparkling jewelry you only ever dreamed of.

To make the night run more smoothly, you basked in a few glasses of champagne, maybe more than you should have, but Enji didn’t complain since your professionalism was still intact, albeit you were a bit more giggly as your temperature increased a few degrees. With each sip, you relished in the feel of the sparkling bubbles sliding down your throat and the airy feeling it bestowed, which made your night more pleasant.

Throughout the night, suggestive glances were shared between Enji and you, which hinted at something more. However, you thought nothing more of his fierce stares. Or lingering touches, like the ones that fell upon the small of your back, grazing the exposed skin. Or the arm that wrapped around your waist, pulling you in even closer, causing you to tilt your head back and making it nearly impossible to breathe without feeling his breath on your lips. While your arms rested behind his neck as you swayed to the music.

You complied, mindlessly following his lead without a second thought, leaning into his touch further and smiling at him with dreamy eyes which made him pull you in even closer.

The touches and glances were to up the ante to make you look like a real couple. One that couldn’t get enough of each other, that was the only plausible explanation considering that Enji proposed for your relationship to be strictly professional, to which you agreed. That was the boundary you both acknowledged to abide by and respect.

So you didn’t think twice about his actions or your own that worked together to create the tension needed to convince everyone of the passion you shared.

But the fire that was stoked between you meant something completely different to Enji. In his eyes, you were tempting him, making it nearly impossible to stop himself from fondling you for all eyes to see. Safely, he simply let his hands drop a bit further, settling them low on your waist, but not low enough to spark curious stares.

Your mind was still a bit foggy as you smiled to yourself and reminisced on the wonderful night you had.

Then, a hand rested on your thigh, putting a screeching halt to your thoughts. Your eyes focused on Enji as the blurriness around your vision faded a bit at the sudden change, slowly sobering you up. The first thing that caught your eye was the look he was giving you, the same look from before, but it was much bolder this time.

You chose to ignore it, opting to look down at the hand that was too close for comfort.

Was this a joke? A test? To see if you’d be the one to go back on your previous stipulations, and breach your previously signed contract. That had to be it, but you took your work too seriously to do so.

You released a light chuckle, rolling your eyes at his antics, “real funny.”

Your hand went to move his only for his grip to tighten, and his fingertips to press further into your skin. The size of his hand, paired with his wide reach, nearly encompassed your entire thigh. 

That wasn’t a friendly touch. 

“Enji?” you questioned, as the hair on your arms stood at attention.

Warily, your eyes moved to the driver, desperately trying to catch their eye as a silent plea for help in case things escalated beyond comfort.

Their eyes were glued onto the road, not paying any attention to what was unraveling in the backseat. Despite, his eyes being focused you knew that he could hear what was transpiring behind him since you were only a few feet away from each other, but he chose to ignore you. The suspicions you held were proven right, when he reached out to turn the radio up, plugging his ears to his boss' vile affairs.

How much did Enji pay for him to willingly turn a blind eye, despite feeling your burning gaze in the back of his head?

You turned back to Enji once you felt his hand move higher.

The sight of him did nothing to ease the fear rapidly spreading like wildfire in a heated, dry atmosphere. His eyes were dark, hungrily taking you in as they drifted over your much smaller frame, making your heart jump.

His hand continued to snake up your skin, shocking you back into action, so you squeezed your legs shut, closing your center off to him.

“What are you doing?” you questioned, the joking tone from earlier completely gone.

“Something that we both want,” he supplied, moving closer to you, despite your loud body language.

You backed away, pressing yourself further into the locked door, but he was still close as ever, ignoring your displeasure.

“It’s alright. I won’t do anything that you don’t want.”

His voice was oddly smooth and held a comforting tone that didn’t match his actions as he went to unbuckle your seatbelt and pull you by the arm to bring you closer to him.

You stiffened as he reached out to you and worked to reposition your body, making you face him so he could have better access. He adjusted you so your back faced the door while his hands trailed across your legs, confidently separating them like you begged him to do so.

“Enji. This is going too far,” you chimed in, hoping to be the voice of reason. “We agreed not to turn things sexual.”

But your words went in one ear and out the other. He knew how badly you wanted this. Your behavior at the event was proof that he made a grave mistake and needed to pursue you further.

A finger prodded at your thin underwear, tracing over your lips, and pressing against your clit with a feather-light touch, testing the waters to avoid scaring you off. The light touches sent a shock down your spine as his hands rubbed your pussy through the fabric.

His movements threw you into a whirlwind of panic and desire as you tried to piece together the events that transpired. You were attracted to him, but you both agreed not to do this, however, he was walking all over the boundary that was set in place to protect you.

“The contract,” you reminded weakly as your tipsy mind reacted to his touch.

He moved your thin panties to the side, exposing your plush lips to his wandering hands. Even in the dark, he could make out the shape of your bare cunt. He was like an animal, laser-focused on its prey which was ready for the taking. Only realizing a little too late that it was in danger, once it was in the predator's iron jaw.

His finger breached your hole, quickly taking advantage of your hesitation, and the objection you were going to make withered away on your lips like dead leaves.

Desperately he searched for that bundle of nerves, hoping to use it as a bargaining chip against you. His thick finger moved inside, providing you with more pressure than you ever felt from your fingers alone as he pressed against your tight walls and curled his finger inquisitively.

“I know what we agreed upon, but we shouldn’t let this moment go to waste,” he moved to kiss you, his mouth desperately needing a taste of you and the gloss that made your lips look even more enticing. With the strength of someone barely holding on, you managed to turn your head, resulting in his lips connecting to the corner of your mouth. He wasn’t deterred by your actions, only focusing on your tight cavern as he worked to convince you. “I felt the way you pressed your body into mine, the looks you returned, the tension between us. I know you feel it too."

As soon as those words left his mouth, his fingers brushed against your weakness, making your breath catch.

Found it.

He smirked, arrogance fueling him as he caught onto your reaction. Enji pulled you even closer to his body as he targeted that spot, deliberately abusing it despite the way your hips wriggled to get away.

You were flabbergasted. Your mind barely worked as you tried to defend yourself and your actions from his lecherous plans. Everything you did was because you were hired to do so.

“That was all a part of the job description, a-and we-“ you steadied yourself after receiving a pleasurable stroke against your walls, forcing yourself to spit those last few words out to get your point across. “We already signed off on a non-sexual relationship,” you continued with his fingers planted inside you.

“So, if we didn’t agree to that, you would be willing to have sex with me?” he asked, continuing his torment as your walls secreted and fluid dampened his fingers.

Your hand went to his wrist in an attempt to pry the fingers buried inside you away. He ignored your touch, continuing to work his fingers in further and quicker, making you gasp in response as your grip faltered. “What does that have to do with anything,” you supplied, but he was like a dog with a bone. Way too determined, and set on not letting go.

His fingers thrusted harsher, and you were overcome with dizziness as the world spun around you. In a feeble attempt, your knees knocked together to block him out, to which he was easily able to open your shaky legs back up to him. Inviting himself between your legs, even after you closed yourself off to him.

“Just answer the question.”

Your chest was tight with worry. You knew that this was wrong, so wrong, but your body was a second away from giving in.

“Yes.” you breathed out shakily. “But that’s beside the point,” you countered with as much strength as you could muster.

He opened his mouth to object, only for him to be cut off by the driver pulling in front of the hotel you were staying at, which was paid for by the man trying to get into your pants himself.

“We’re here.”

You couldn’t have been any more grateful than you were, “thank you for tonight,” you rushed out, moving his hand from between your legs which he allowed, and went to open the door. You wanted nothing more than to get away from him and his prying hands that short-circuited your brain.

A deal was a deal, and you couldn’t go back on your word no matter how much Enji tried to convince you.

A hand rested on your shoulder before you could exit, stopping you, “let me walk you up.”

You were already shaking your head no at his proposition, “you’ve already done so much for me, you don’t have to.”

He shot you a knowing look, seeing right through your faux polite attempt at declining any more help from him. You knew that if he made it to your room, he wouldn’t be leaving despite your complaints.

“Don’t be silly. It’s my pleasure.”

His lighthearted tone juxtaposed his motives and unnerved you even more as you saw through his facade.

He exited the car and gestured to the driver, relieving him of his duties for the night. He already had in his mind how the night would end, with you bare and spread open beneath his large frame while his dick opened you way past what you were accustomed to, and he was already growing hard at what was to come.

You tried to think fast. If you set foot in that room with him in tow, you would be waving the white flag.

How could you lose him? Could you beat him to the room?

But, he knew the room number, and he could easily let himself in with the spare key in his pocket.

You thought about getting another room, but you foolishly left your money and cards at home since you weren’t expecting to pay for anything today.

You mentally facepalmed, slowly advancing towards the elevator, and resigned yourself to your faith as Enji lead the way in his excitement.

The elevator ride was too quick for your liking, and due to the late time you arrived, the hotel was empty. Everyone was snuggled in their beds, sleeping peacefully, which was the complete opposite of what was in store for you.

If you had it your way you would’ve stalled, but Enji knew what schemes you had under your sleeves as he pressed his overly large hand upon your lower back and guided you to the room. You looked around, hoping that anyone was roaming the halls this late. If the door closed with you on the other side, it was a wrap.

While you walked down the empty halls, you kept an eye out for guests, desperately hoping that you would run into anyone, but as the silence of the halls drew on, your optimism diminished with each step you took until you were standing right outside your room.

It felt like someone was sitting on your chest as you struggled to breathe while Enji opened the door and gestured for you to enter. You took slow steps inside, unable to enjoy the luxurious room, as the feeling of your impending doom loomed over you.

You turned around once you heard the door shut and saw him advancing towards you. You desperately looked towards your bags in the room as if the solution to your predicament would magically appear.

Before he could reach you, you rushed out that you were going to shower as you hurriedly went to the bathroom, hoping that you could block him out only for him to invite himself.

You tried to slam the door on him to seal yourself inside, but he barged in, closing and locking the door behind him. Ultimately, trapping you inside.

Once again, there was no escape.

Enji eyed you as he started to remove his clothing while you made no move to undress, staring at him in shock as he proceeded to bare himself in front of you.

“Do you need any help?” he asked.

You shook your head no, frozen in place at how this situation continued to unfold.

He pulled his underwear down, stepping out of them to reveal his semi-hard dick. Your eyes lowered in shock, it was large and heavy, tilting downwards which shouldn't have come as a surprise to you, but fear still struck your heart.

“Come here,” he beckoned, turning the nozzle to start the shower.

Your body felt feverish, despite the cold air around you. You were more unsettled now than you were in the car. If he was able to do that much with another person around, being alone with him was not in your best interests, and both of you knew.

Your feet remained planted into the floor, making him come to you instead. He walked over to you, turning you to face the spotless mirror that decorated the wall, and settled behind you. The luminescent lights showed everything so clearly and emphasized the difference in size as he nuzzled in closer. His naked frame pressed into your clothed backside, and you could feel his dick stirring against your ass. His fingertips gently brushed against your neck as he watched you adoringly through the mirror, making you look away bashfully from his heated eye contact.

His fingers steered down your heated skin, making their way to the flimsy straps of your dress. Easily, he slowly pulled down the material, baring your shoulder.

His lips pressed against your flesh where the strap once was, gently kissing your skin as he looked at you through the mirror, lips still imprinted on your flesh.

“Do you know how beautiful you are” he whispered, making your stomach flutter despite itself. “Let me treat you the way you deserve.” Another kiss was pressed against your skin as he inched upwards to your neck. “Showered in praise.” Another kiss. “Savored.” Another kiss.

His silky smooth voice, the sweet nothings, and the heat from the shower worked together to halt your brain from thinking clearly.

Once he reached your neck, he tilted your head to the side. And you blindly followed suit, dangling yourself in front of him like a piece of meat. His hand went to the other strap, nudging the fabric down further and further before the front of the dress started to give way.

Shaky hands went to hold onto the front to preserve your sanity.

Were you going to let this happen?

He continued to plant kisses onto your searing skin, slowly unraveling you and lowering your defenses with each press of his lips as you unconsciously leaned into his touch and bared more of yourself to him.

“You have nothing to be afraid of,” he coaxed, moving to pry the fabric down, and you slowly removed the shield that your hands provided, letting your arms fall to your sides.

He pulled the fabric down further, revealing your breasts to his awaiting eyes. You couldn’t stomach looking at the image of yourself staring back at you, afraid to see the truth. So, your eyes stared at the floor as your dress lowered further and further before revealing the immodest underwear you had underneath.

He helped you step out of the dress, his fingers moving to the trim of your underwear.

“Enji,” you hesitated, still a bit unsure.

“Don’t worry,” he coaxed. “I’ll take care of you. I felt how wet and needy you were in the car, I know you want this, even if you are too headstrong to go back and admit we made a mistake.”

His words sent a rush to your core, causing you to press your thighs together. You were so close to slipping and allowing him to do whatever he pleased.

He pulled the offending material down your legs, baring you for him to see as he helped you out of them.

Suddenly, your eyes widened in surprise at the new angle that greeted you after he bent you over the counter. Curiosity and skepticism swam inside you, but you made no move to readjust. Without your sense of sight, you waited blindly, jumping once you felt his fingers spreading your lips as he gained an eyeful of your slick pussy. He slid his finger through your arousal, playing you like an instrument.

“What about the shower?” you reminded, the sound of water bringing you back to your senses.

“This is much more important,” he responded, dipping his finger inside for the second time that night. He lowered himself to his knees, keeping you spread as his hungry mouth connected to your slick lips.

He slowly mouthed at your pussy, savoring the way you quivered beneath him. Was it from fear? Arousal? Both? His finger returned to your hole, and his tongue flicked at your clit before sucking it into his mouth. The way he swallowed you up worked to increase the blood flow to your pearl, making you throb against his eager muscle.

You moaned out, clinging onto the counter as he feasted between your thighs, making it hard for you to hold yourself up on trembling legs. The counter beneath you supported your weight as your legs nearly went numb while he worked you up. You laid your cheek down, allowing the cool surface to calm you as the messy sounds of his tongue moving between your lips sounded.

“You taste so good,” he commented, brushing his lips against your core before returning to you. Lapping you up slowly, before changing the pace once he deemed it necessary.

Your eyes fluttered shut, letting him devour you as he saw fit and for however long he pleased. In the heat of the moment, your hands went to your ass, spreading your cheeks to give him more access while your hips pressed against his mouth in search of more.

After a shaking orgasm, he released his hold on you, standing from his crouched position with his mouth still wet with your slick. You remained bent over the counter, leaving you open and susceptible, which he was grateful for.

He settled behind you, once again, pressing his leaky tip against your quivering hole.

“You want me to split you open?" his sultry voice rang in your ears, making you vulnerable to his advances and snapping away any objections from your mind. His hand pressed between the blades of your shoulders, and you relaxed into his touch as you were molded to his liking and nodded.

His hips pressed forward, spearing your hole with his thick and heavy length. The intrusion was more than you expected, making your mouth gape in shock as your thighs trembled.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned, basking in your dripping heat and the way you clenched down on him.

You whined in response, allowing yourself to take more of him as he pressed his hips closer, spreading you open slowly. His weight pressed closely behind you, and he fed more of himself to you until he was fully sheathed. You were unbearably full as you struggled to fathom the feelings that bounced inside you while each press of his hips strung you along, leaving you thoughtless and pliable. You pressed up on your tippy toes, changing his reach while his hips connected to yours.

His pace was deep and unhurried, making your eyes flutter. He was the prime example of composed while you struggled to breathe and begged to take more of him into your cunt.

“More,” you whined, lifting your upper body and pushing your hips back against his. You turned to stare up at him, begging him with your eyes. You needed it more than anything. "I need more."

The sight of you so desperate and needy made him nearly lose his composure and seeing the power he had over you and how he made you react was almost more than he could handle. He steadied himself, reaching a hand around you to wrap around your throat as he pushed in deeper, grinding his hips into yours. A squeak escaped at the intensity as your fingers scrambled to readjust your hold on the sleek counter.

“Watch yourself."

Your eyes snapped to the mirror, taking in the wrecked look that greeted you. You were worse for wear, but the sight made you clench around him, making him groan as the hand on your hip tightened. All you could focus on was your heaving chest, how he slotted himself between your legs, and how badly you wanted him. One of your hands went to grip your breast, squeezing the fat between your fingers, while the other went to play with your swollen clit.

You felt so much better than he expected, way better than his imagination. Nothing would beat the reality of you whining and pushing your hips back against his while your wet cunt greedily swallowed him.

He pulled his hips back, leaving the tip inside before he sharply pressed back in. Your mouth gaped as you stared at yourself. The sounds of clapping filled the air due to his pace increasing, allowing him to fill you deeper than ever. You were scrambling. It was too much and not enough all at once.

His head nudged your cervix, sending a jab down your spine as you arched into his touch. His hold went to your hips, gripping you tightly and denting the flesh as he pulled you back with each thrust pressing himself in deeper.

Your hands returned to grip the counter as you took the pounding you craved. “Enji- you’re so deep,” you whined. You didn’t know whether it was a complaint or praise as you clenched around him desperately.

“You love it,” Enji responded, answering for you.

You numbly shook your head in agreement, letting your eyes close. Your legs trembled beneath you, as your pleasure intensified. His thrusts maintained their harsh pace and targeted where you needed him most, frying your brain. You could hardly stand straight as your cunt gushed around him.

"Fuck... Fuck... Fuck," you groaned while his hips continued fucking into you.

You were restless, moving closer to his incessant thrusts and then moving away when they became too much. Your hand pressed against his tout abdomen as he worked your abused cunt open. Exhausted, your weak body rested against the counter while he used his hold to pull you against him, pressing in deeper and making your eyes cross.

You felt his length twitching before he pulled out, staunching his release.

"Want to suck me off?" he asked rhetorically.

You turned around and settled onto your knees, looking up at him from your lowered position. You took him into your hand and brought him to your awaiting mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking your essence off his length, and reveled in the taste of your flavors combined.

You were far gone, bobbing your head along his shaft as you desperately worked to get him off. The sound of his groans motivated you to please him more as a hand went to his heavy balls, fondling them while you licked and sucked at his dick.

Your mouth was stuffed full as you took him in deeper, casting your eyes at him.

That look alone made him twitch.

"Who knew you were such a slut?" He asked, staring down at you with infatuation. His hand went to your head, pressing you down a bit further so you could take him in deeper, making his tip touch the back of your throat as your eyes watered before he released into your agape mouth.

His warm seed trickled down your throat as you sucked every last drop from him before you pulled off, lapping at his tip.

You stood up, pressing your naked chest against his, and reached for the back of his neck to pull him to you. He moved lower, connecting his lips with yours as your tongues tangled messily and your flavors were shared. Effortlessly, he lifted you, setting you on the counter as he slotted between your legs and moved in impossibly closer to devour and take everything you gave him.