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shorkbrian · 4 years

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Hello I went to IKEA yesterday and got myself a BLÅHAJ (giant plush shark) now I have TWO giant shark plushies on my bed and I’m in heaven. ANyways it got me thinking? A yandere and plushies??

Warnings - NSFW, non con, dub con, Tamaki is a voyuer without your consent, Kirishima is sweet but deluded, Bakugou is mean but caring, and Dabi is straight up AwfulTM

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KIRISHIMA

Would be so soft, notice how you have plushies littering your bed at home so he’ll buy you some. Even if you’re the kind of person who doesn’t have plushies crowding their bed, he’s still gonna buy them for you.

He likes giving them to you, thinks it’s romantic when he presents them with a bundle of flowers. You think it’s anything but, yet still accept the stuffed animal begrudgingly because it’s so soft and cuddly.

It becomes a comfort object, something you can’t seem to let go of. If you’re watching tv, the stuffed animal is on the couch too. Making food? The plushie is set next to you on the counter where you can grab it. At night-time it’s clutched in your arms, suffocated against your chest the very same way Kiri clutches you to his.

Getting fucked silly? The plushie is crushed in your arms as you cry, and Kiri thinks it’s so cute and it makes his heart clench. Something about it makes him go wild, maybe it’s how small you seem, how innocent with a stuffed animal wrapped in your arms as if it could protect you from his relentless kisses.

He loves you so much, he’s always buying you plushies. Kirishima catches on the fact that they’re a comfort object for you, something that you use to ground yourself when something stresses you out.

He always brings your biggest plushie to you when he’s gonna fuck you hard, like the kind, considerate man he is. It’s so big that you can wrap both arms around it while you sob, while he ruts into you like a wild animal.

Likes laying you over your plushie and watches you cry into it as he fucks you so good you’re screaming in ecstasy. Kiri especially loves fucking you early in the morning or late at night, turns you on your side and has sleepy sex while you sniffle and hold your stuffed animal.

He accidentally rips one of them one time while he’s fucking you, he got too excited and wanted to see your face as you came, tried to pull the plushie out of your arms and ended up ripping it in half.

You had cried so hard and he felt so bad, bought you ten more plushies and giant candy bar to make up for it. For the next few weeks he was so, so gentle with you, pushing down his primal urges to get feral and use you like a whore whenever he saw you being unwittingly cute and sexy as you went about your day.

Although, to be honest it’s not hard for you to be sexy. You bend over and he wants to rip off your clothes, bury himself into your pussy. You stretch to get a glass off a high shelf and he wants to lift you onto the counter, make you kneel so he can eat out your pussy. You literally walk across the floor and the big man is salivating at the sight of your breasts bouncing slightly underneath your top, wants to pull and suck at them until they’re red and sore. But like a good loevr, he holds himself back and only pulls you to the bedroom and treats you gently. For a few weeks at least, until he can’t take it anymore.

Then it’s back to rabid fuck-sessions whenever you do so much as breathe

If you upset him (please try not to), The plushie will get ripped out of your hands, discarded onto the floor. He won't let you grab it before he’s lifting you up against the wall, tearing off your shorts and sheathing his cock inside of you.

When that happens, you have nothing left to hold but him. Kirishima doesn’t like getting upset with you, but deep down he really relishes the way you grab and clutch at him like he’s your lifeline.

BAKUGOU

Doesn’t really think much about it, but maybe he sees a cute ad or something pretty in a store window and it reminds him of you. Probably he saw the plushie bought it for you cause he wants to see you holding it.

Gives it to you, but doesn’t really think much of it after that. Thinks it’s cute how you had blushed when he pulled the silky soft stuffed animal out of the bag. You had been surprised, because usually Bakugou is buying you lewd outfits or lingerie, not cute plushies. You were honestly kind of grateful that you wouldn’t have to model your gift for the man; he always insisted you do with everything else he bought for you.

It doesn’t bother him that you leave it on the bed. Honestly, he doesn’t even think of it. But when he sees you tucking it underneath the covers like a little kid, he gets lost in thought.

Dude probably hadn’t even thought about kids, but seeing you be so soft and sweet to a inanimate toy had him fantasizing about the future with you. You would be a great mother, and he’d be a good father.

And that’s how Bakugou ends up with a breeding kink.

When he crawls over you the first night, groaning about making a kid that’d be so smart and strong and great, you panic. You don’t want a kid with him, he’s volatile and explosive and abusive, it’s a recipe for disaster.

You beg and cry and plead with him to keep you on the pill, and you do to so sweetly and utterly humiliate yourself while doing so, and Bakugou can’t tell you no. So he promises that it won’t happen just yet.

But if you’re bad? He’s gonna hold you down and fuck into you so fast that you get dizzy, threaten to flush the birth control pills down the toilet. He runs his mouth, goes on and on about how he’ll fuck you until you’re swollen with his kids, how your tits will get so big and round and full of milk and he’ll suck and bite at them everyday.

After that threat, you try your hardest to always be good.

TAMAKI

Obviously is too shy to kidnap you just yet. The ravenette gets you one of those nanny-cam bears, one that has a camera inside without it being obvious.

He stutters as he gives it to you, ears bright red, shuffling his shoes and not able to meet your eyes. Says its because the little animal reminded him of you, that they’re his favorite and immediately bites his tongue after he admits that.

You probably think it’s cute, smile as he pushes it into your hands. You can’t tell that the poor man is almost cumming in his pants when his hands brush against your arm. You know he’s shy, so it’s not surprising that he immediately bolts as soon as he’s given you the stuffed animal.

A camera doesn’t even cross your mind, Tamaki too innocent and you too trusting. The stuffed animal gets placed in your armchair, the one in your bedroom that you sit in to read. Lucky for Tamaki, it faces your bed.

He watches you quite a lot, laying down in his own bed with his laptop on the nightstand. The man likes to imagine the two of you sharing the same bed, but can’t get far without blushing and covering his face with a pillow at the slightest dirty thought.

When you masturbate for the first time, Tamaki cries. He cries because he’d been watching you ever since you got in bed, had watched as you slowly kicked off your shorts and had cum the second you peeled your panties down. He cries because he’s overstimulated, unable to stop jerking his cock as he watches you pleasure yourself, the man almost numb and shaking as he orgasms for the third time in half an hour.

By the time you finish, Tamaki is blubbering, can’t stop watching, can’t stop pumping his overstimulated cock in time to your fingers plunging into your pussy.

He doesn’t turn his TV on anymore.

DABI

Is the type to get some awful, scratchy, over-filled abomination like the stuffed animals you get from the fair. It’s an ugly one, horribly deformed and badly sewn, eyes bulging and one of it’s limbs shorter than the others.

Probably doesn’t think to give it to you until he’s headed home, knows it’s what couples do and thinks that maybe you’ll stop screaming when he touches you.

He barely got his dick out one time and you had cried so hard you passed out. Now if he goes anywhere near you you’re immediately alert, wide eyes never leaving him. If he so much as touches you he has to be prepared for you to scream and cry and try to bite him.

He guesses that’s what happens when you kidnap someone.

Getting you a stuffed animal does not make anything better.

But Dabi’s tired of you refusing him, of you crying and being a little bitch. He’s been blueballed for the past two weeks, just because he was trying to be nice and let you adjust.

So he takes the deformed stuffed animal he stole and shoves it in your mouth.

It muffles your cries while he grinds his dick into your sensitive walls, and really, that’s all he needs. You feel so good, Dabi doesn’t care that behind your makeshift gag you’re cursing his existence.

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alice-dont-break · 3 years

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welcome home | janthony smut

cw: smut, this is …a lot… and y’all might hate me for it. but i had fun!

Jasmine was having a lazy day at home, as hers and Anthony's schedules weren't lining up. She had the day off filming, but he would be stuck at the studio for most of the day. The only consolation was the promise he'd made to try to get home in time for dinner, which got even more exciting when a package arrived at the door.

She'd kind of forgotten about the lingerie she'd ordered online, so she was thrilled when she opened up the box. It was only two in the afternoon, and she had a few hours until he'd be home, but she couldn't wait and ran upstairs to change. The bra was made of a sheer black mesh with a plunging neckline trimmed with lace. The deep cut made her cleavage absolutely decadent, as her tits were pressed together and practically begging for Anthony's lips to mark them up with dark hickeys.

The panties were the same material, and when Jasmine turned to the side to admire herself in the mirror, she found they framed her ass perfectly. The cheeky, high leg cut left ample room for Anthony's hands to grab and squeeze and leave fiery red prints, if he'd just hurry up and get home.

Ready to kill some time, she pulled on his, or rather their, red flannel over the lingerie, and traipsed back to the living room where she slouched down to watch television until he'd get home. Somehow, moments started to slip by faster, and finally on the millionth time she checked her phone, the time actually showed her something she wanted to see. It was 6pm, and he'd be there soon.

She slipped the flannel off her shoulders so it just draped off her arms, and pulled her tits up so they spilled out of her bra. Her legs were laying long in front of her, one draped over the other so he'd see nearly all of her as soon he walked in the door. If somehow the lingerie wasn't enough, the rest of her would have him ready to devour within seconds.

The position of her legs was perfect for her to squeeze away the ache that was beginning to form between her thighs, as the anticipation was blocking her mind from any other thoughts. She was swimming in visions of the way his eyes would darken and narrow when he found her, the urgency he'd act with, and all the delicious ways he'd take her. The options were limitless and she knew they wouldn't have to leave any out because they'd be going all night. She was pining for him now, an intense craving igniting her skin for all of him. His lips sucking her neck until tender, his curls pulled taut in her grip, his fingers wrapped around her throat, his nails dragging down her back, his cock pounding her breath away. God, she was ready, so ready that her heart nearly leapt from her chest when her phone buzzed on the coffee table, as she was yanked from her fantasies, but then sent crashing down from her yearning.

Sorry babe, getting caught up here. Gonna be a while longer. Love you

"Fuck," she groaned to no one but herself. She reached down between her legs and dragged her finger over the fabric covering her pussy and felt a coin-sized wet spot already soaked through. She couldn't bear to sit still any longer, so she got up and started looking for something, anything to occupy herself. In her bedroom she'd tried tidying, folding clothes, getting glasses of water so they were ready for later, but nothing was taking her mind off the slick that continued to pool in her brand new panties. She needed to take care of it, now. Anyway, she was so hot for him now she could get off to find herself some patience now, and still fuck him later just the same. She just needed this.

Meanwhile at the studio, Anthony and the guys had tried to keep writing, but they were forcing it at this point. They were all hungry, and tired from a long week of late nights, and as hard as they tried, they weren't going to finish the track tonight. About an hour after he'd texted Jasmine he'd be late, Anthony was ready to call it a night, and he got in his car to head home.

Jasmine felt the tension melting off her body into the mattress as she lay back in bed, one leg bent and one straight and angled to the side, so she could cup the heat radiating through her panties. She wanted this to be quick and dirty, saving all the real fun for when he was home, so she grabbed her vibrator, pulled the soaked fabric to the side, and closed her eyes so visions of him could flood her consciousness. With the egg buzzing at its lowest frequency, she brought her hands between her legs and started dragging the toy up and down her inner thighs, teasing just the way Anthony would with his tongue if he were there.

Her lips fell apart as she sighed out with relief the second she brushed it over her pussy. The buzzing was soft but quenching her thirst now, as a tingling pleasure blanketed her clit. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but her mind was freely wandering through all the dirty thoughts that lived there. Everything he could do, that she could do, and that they would do as soon as he walked through the door. She was so lost in her visions that she didn't even notice how his name was slipping from her lips with every ragged breath, and certainly didn't notice when the front door creaked open and he plodded up the stairs to appear in the doorway.

When he first walked in the front door, he didn't hear anything and figured she must have been napping, but before he reached their room he heard the buzzing and moaning and knew she was under a different type of fog. He crept around the corner so he wouldn't disturb her because he wanted to drink it all up, and god, the sight he found sprawled on the bed did not disappoint. His hand was over the growing bulge in his jeans before he could even register it, and he couldn't help but rub himself, though only with a fraction of the intensity she showed. His eyes were raking over every inch of her and he felt like he might never be able to tear his eyes away. She looked so pliant, so needy, so purely sexy laying there, and even though her hands were where his should have been, she was wrapped up in his flannel and laying on his side of the bed, so she was unmistakably his.

The way her free hand clutched the sheets like a lifeline, the way her bottom lip puffed out from the assault of her teeth, and the sheen of sweat across her forehead all rolled together in a boulder that shattered through his resolve. He stepped through the threshold, soaking up every last second of her ignorance before he'd invade her senses.

"God, you are a pretty sight when you're desperate," he sneered from the foot of the bed. Jasmine's eyes shot open instantly, before darting down to the toy in her hands to find the off-button faster than her fingers could move. She fumbled with it, hissing as she accidentally turned it up instead of off, which had him thoroughly amused. "Oh no sweetheart, why stop the fun now that I'm here? Give me that." He climbed up onto the bed, laying on his side next to her and taking the toy from her before inspecting it a little closer.

"God Jas, you've made a mess of this. It's absolutely soaked," he tutted while bringing the buzz to a stop. "Clean it up for us, won't you?" Her eyes widened as he brought the egg to her lips, but the throbbing between her thighs left her no room to argue. She eagerly sealed her lips around to suck off her juices, making a full show of swirling her tongue and licking her lips to bring it to his standards.

When he turned the vibrator back onto its lowest frequency, it wasn't even touching Jasmine but still had her mewling in anticipation. "Ant, please, I was getting so close," she whined helplessly.

"Were you now?" He taunted her while just grazing the toy over her thigh. He slowly reintroduced her skin to the sensation, running it from her knee to the outside of her hip and back down again, nowhere even close to the itch eating her alive. "I bet it feels really good right here, doesn't it?" He used his free hand to slip a finger between her folds and swipe it up over her clit just once, before bringing her juices to his lips for a taste.

"Yes, it feels good, so fucking good Ant please use it on my pussy."

"Okay baby, you want me to put it on your clit? I'll do that, but you have to promise to ask me before you cum, got it?"

"Yes, Ant, I promise, I'll wait for permission please just give it to me," she begged.

He couldn't help but laugh at how docile she'd become so quickly, and realized just how much fun he was in for. "Okay sweetheart," he said while clicking up the vibrator a few levels.

The second he pressed the toy to her clit, Jasmine cried out in overwhelming pleasure. The intensity was much higher than she'd used on herself, and coupled with her desperation it was sending her barreling towards the edge. He watched as her lips fell open, her eyes screwed shut, and her hips bucked up, mesmerized by how lost in pleasure she was.

Only a moment later, she realized she desperately needed to find her words through the haze now coating her mind. "Ant.. Ant, I.. I need... please can I... oh my god, can I cum?" Every word was broken by moans that kept climbing higher and higher. It was clear she was mere seconds away from an orgasm that would shatter her senses in the most euphoric way possible.

Anthony hummed at her stammered request for a moment until she pried her eyes open to make sure he'd actually heard her. As soon as their eyes met, he pulled the toy away and turned it off. "No, you may not." He lay back down beside her, cradling her jaw with his fingers and stroking his thumb over her chin to watch her eyes flood with the shock of her bliss slipping out of reach.

"Ant, don't... why would you... please baby," she panted.

"Because sweetheart. You couldn't wait on your own, so now I'm going to make you." Before she could protest, Anthony brought the toy back to her lips and snarled, "clean it".

She knew from just one more pout that his stern expression would be unwavering, so she reluctantly tipped her chin up to lap at the toy again. He held it just out of reach from her lips so her efforts were clumsy and sloppy while he indulged in how easy she was to hold under his thumb already. As he pulled back the toy to check her work, he marveled how she kept her tongue out and ready, with spit spilling down her chin. Wanting to make a mess of her, he smudged it over her skin with his thumb as he tutted, "filthy little thing."

Next he put the toy aside and lay down next to her, hovering over her face as she pouted. He thumbed over her bottom lip and chuckled lowly, before leaning down to press a kiss to her temple. "This... I like this a lot..." he mused, tracing along the lace that outlined her black bra with just a brush of his fingertips. Her cheeks reddened as he shamelessly admired the lingerie, how it pressed her tits into the most luscious cleavage, and matched with the panties he'd found tossed to the floor. "It's new?"

"Mhmm," she purred, completely captivated by his touch.

"That's sweet, you were wearing it for me? Showing yourself off so I'd jump you as soon as I walked in?"

Jasmine whimpered before she could even speak because god yes that was what she wanted. "Yes, please Ant."

While his hands continued to wander, just ghosting across her body in featherlight strokes, he captured her lips in a a deep but patient kiss. His mouth opened wide so their tongues could roll over one another immediately, but he was in no rush to separate, pressing into her until the only sensation she could register was that of his lips. Once his hand came to rest at her hip, innocently rubbing crescents over her hip bone, she whimpered into his mouth at the pressure that was once again growing in her center. The flame had dimmed slightly, but here nerves were still firing, desperate for something more.

Anthony began to trail his kisses down her neck and collarbone, pausing to nip at every spot that made her shudder, until he reached her cleavage. He gave an open-mouthed kiss to the soft skin there, then brushed his lips across the lace trim of the bra. Jasmine tried earnestly to get more, arching her back to press her chest closer to his mouth, but he caught on and bit his fingers into her skin, and used that pressure on her hip to hold her down. "Patient," he husked in a pause between deepening kisses to the lace of her bra. The cups were made of just a thin layer of mesh, so he could see the hardened peak of her nipple as he pressed his lips there, just as clearly as he could hear the bliss in the moans she let slip.

"Please take it off, babe," she breathed. Even her nipples now were so sensitive that the slightest touch had her addicted.

"Why sweetheart? D'you want to feel me right here?" His lips wrapped around her clothed nipple as she whimpered.

All those nerves were engulfed in a warm heat but the full effect felt just out of reach. Her hand tightened its grip on his shoulder then found its way to his curls, trying to find any leverage to keep him in place. "Please, yes, feels so good when you do that."

His hand began to roam as well, dragging up her waist and then arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake until he reached her bra strap. As he slipped the first strap off her shoulder, his lips took its place against her skin, nibbling there on her collarbone until a crimson mark appeared. After one more soothing kiss, he moved to the other side and repeated his action until she was practically purring for him. Finally, he slinked his arms under her back as she arched up for him, unclasping the bra and then tossing it away.

The sight of her tits like that was glorious. She arched up so they spilled towards him, and her nipples were so hard they looked like they must be aching just as badly as her pussy surely was. What was maybe even more alluring though was the way her lips had parted and her eyes widened, desperately begging him for something, anything. She couldn't find words, but her shaky breaths told him everything.

He shuffled up the bed and lay on his side next to her before taking her lips between his own for another, more gentle kiss. His lips kneaded over hers, massaging them with his tongue and slipping inside just barely. She was kissing him just as eagerly as she was before, between her rugged breaths, craving the tingling sensation only his tongue smashing with hers could provide. Before he gave her that though, all her attention was shot over to the hand he'd let travel over to her chest.

He cupped her breast at first, just holding it up with his fingers tamely outstretched, but even the warmth of his palm against her nipple had her so captivated that she didn't even process how she moaned into his mouth. He tightened his grip once, and upon feeling her melt against his touch, began feeling her up with a firmer hand. As she withdrew from their kiss to gasp for air, he took advantage of her freed bottom lip and pulled it between his teeth, nibbling it to a swollen, raspberry red as he pinched at her nipple. The breath fanning over his face was hot and staggered, as Jasmine found herself shifting her thighs up and down in search of a position that would ease some of the ache.

The wet warmth of his lips creating a path down her neck and the twinge of his fingers tugging at her nipples were merely faint reminders of reality, as her mind was swimming in visions of what she really needed right now. The tent in his sweatpants and the darkened hue of his eyes had her dreaming how these same kisses and tugs would feel if she also had a thick cock inside her, stretching her and setting the rhythm of her panting with its ruts inside her.

Finally, Anthony was ready to bring his attention back to the pussy begging for him with the sheen it left all down her thighs. As his mouth took the place of his fingers, around her nipple, sucking and swirling around the peak, his fingers crept downward, tracing loops around marks his fingernails had left on her hip before loosely cupping over her heat.

Jasmine pursed her lips tightly trying to muffle her moans, but Anthony heard all her pent up frustration clearly and let his smirk curl around her nipple. As his lips slipped off, he left a few teasing kisses as she groaned before shuffling up to lay his head beside hers. "You're soaked, sweetheart. Want to tell me what got you so worked up?" His whispers brushed over the shell of her ear as she shuddered from the chills sent down her spine, that crashed into the buzz from his hand beginning to rock back and forth between her thighs. He kept his hand flat so the stimulation was barely a fraction of what she needed, but nonetheless it was friction and it had her mind spinning.

She only whimpered at his question, as words felt less important than directing all her focus the way his palm was brushing over her pussy lips and toying with the last of her patience. Before she could even register a loss of contact though, his hand slapped down on her pussy and she let out a wanton moan.

Anthony's chastising words got caught in his throat as her sounds contrasted the whine or yelp he'd anticipated. "You like that baby? So fucking nasty aren't you Jas," he muttered with his lips buzzing against her jaw, before snapping his hand down with more force this time.

Her moan was just as earnest this time, as her heightened pitch betrayed just how much she loved his roughness, though this time she turned to bury her head in his neck.

"Use your words. You like that don't you? Like getting a little spanking on your pussy?" His words were crass, but the way he nuzzled his jaw against her forehead was tender.

"Y-yes," she breathed, "I just like you touching me.. I need you to be touching me."

"So needy," he tutted, pressing a soft kiss to her temple that felt more mocking than soothing. "Well babe, if you want to be in control so bad, then here. I won't stop touching you, just like this," he paused, dragging his finger up between her folds as she sighed out breathily, "as long as you don't stop telling me what was going through this pretty little head while you were playing with yourself."

Jasmine's mind was straining to think about anything other than the tightness she felt mounting in her core, but the way his eyes pierced through her made it clear she had no choice. "W-was thinking about your hands being where mine were... g-grabbing at my tits and r-running the vibrator up and - oh my god - up and down my pussy and then j-just tossing it away and going down on me."

Her words were jumbled and cracked as Anthony tried to make her task as challenging as possible with his lips suckling up and down her neck. He knew all the right spots to graze his teeth over so that her mind would flash blank, and he loved listening for the exact moments she faltered. His fingers were soaked now, gathering and spreading her wetness around her folds and just playing with her as he carefully dodged her clit, save for a couple sly brushes of his knuckles. Jasmine's heated mind has gone on a tangent now about his hands, as she stammered "your hands all over me, grabbing and rubbing and squeezing and then inside me, god they feel so good inside me."

As soon as his finger swiped over her clit, her breathed hitched and her words vanished from her mind. She let her head loll back and her eyes flutter shut until she felt a firm thumb holding her chin. She opened her eyes to his stern ones glaring at her, as his finger continued to move torturously slow along her slit.

"I didn't tell you to stop."

Her eyes were glazed over as she looked up at him with desperation and silent pleas spilling out, but he was steadfast. He grabbed her wrist harshly and shoved her hand down and onto the bulge in his boxers. Immediately she was wrapping her hand around his cock through the fabric and reeling at how hard he felt, ready to split her open without having even been touched yet.

"Tell me you weren't thinking about this."

"I w-was, Ant, was thinking about - fuck," she groaned, as his finger slipped inside of her, "o-on my knees w-with your hand in my hair - oh my god - and p-pulling me on and off you."

Anthony now had two fingers inside her slowly pumping her as her words began to falter. "You always look adorable like that. What happened once I shot my load down your throat, hm?"

"Y-you picked me up off the floor and - fuck yes Ant don't stop that," she whined as he began to tap his thumb against her clit with his fingers buried all the way inside her.

"Keep talking or you get nothing more."

"You threw me on the bed and you fucked me! You fucked me so hard I could feel you all the way up in my tummy and I was still crying for you to go harder and faster and then I came so hard on your cock that I was screaming your name. Now please Ant, I'm so so so close, please let me cum for you."

Anthony stole her lips for a deep kiss as he slowed his fingers to prolong her ascent, and then hummed against her lips. His fingers felt her pussy beginning to clamp around them, but he pushed back against her tightening walls by curling his fingers. The stretch had her crying against his kiss in a broken "please, please, please," until suddenly there was nothing. She started nipping at his lips as if trying to pull him back into the rhythm she'd aligned her entire being with, but he pulled back and she was left just inches from her peak.

He retrieved the vibrator from the side of the bed just as she began to come down from the deafening height where he'd left her, as the whirring started up again and flooded her senses with a thick haze. She couldn't take it yet, but at the same time, she couldn't possibly go without. She lay panting and twitching on her side, and he left her with a quick, taunting kiss on her temple before pealing back the top blanket to bury the vibrator.

"N-no, please Ant, don't put it away, please just let me cum I can't wait anymore," she whimpered. Her words tumbled through half-sobs as the tension throbbed through her body. He ignored the desperate pleas and rubbed her shoulder tenderly, as a hint of comfort to spur some life back into her for the next round.

"If you want it baby, then get it." The blanket was pulled back into place, muffling the sound of the vibrations underneath and barring Jasmine from the immediate release she craved. She looked up at him as her mind struggled through its haze to figure out what he meant, before letting a whimper slip as she realized just how nasty he wanted her to be. "Get to it baby," he smirked.

Jasmine carefully rolled herself onto her stomach, careful to keep her thighs apart as her aching pussy couldn't handle any unexpected bumps. She slowly lowered her hips, and shuffled into place so her clit was right against where she felt the bump of the vibrator, and let out a shaky breath as the faintest touch of pleasure reached her. "Ant, ant it's not enough," she whined.

"Well not if you're just laying there like a lazy little slut, darling. Put some work into it, hm?"

Any pride had washed away with her last ruined orgasm, and her hips started to grind before she even thought to protest. She buried her forehead against her fists as she propped herself up on her forearms, trying to find the best angle to rut her hips into the toy. Her groans came from some mix of pleasure, sensitivity, and frustration, that all worked in tandem to send her reeling. Meanwhile, Anthony was thoroughly entertained and wholly turned on, watching her fuck herself into the mattress like she was in heat. He'd brought her so close to her edge, so close to a pit of desperation, that there was nothing she wouldn't do for him now. He drank up every sound and movement while palming himself through his boxers, silently wondering how long he could last himself without shoving his cock into her tight, warm cunt.

"That feel good sweetheart? You like grinding against the bed like a dirty little pup?" All she could do was whine back in agreement and rut her pussy down harder, which only added fuel to his torment. "Bet there's not a single thought in that pretty little head besides how to make yourself cum."

On his knees just beside her, he reached down to stroke her hair, as she mewled under his tenderness in rare form. "Ant, I need to cum, this is torture, it aches, baby, it hurts."

"Oh, you poor thing," he crooned, threading his fingers deeper in her hair and scratching at her scalp as he would usually soothe her to sleep, "bet you're going to wait for me next time, aren't you?"

"Y-yes, fuck, I'm sorry," she whined, propping herself up higher to get more leverage to rub against the blanket. There would surely be a wet spot left behind as she felt herself gliding with slick smeared down her thighs.

Anthony just hummed along to her apology, trailing his free hand down her spine to her ass while the other slipped under his boxers to start lazily pumping to ease his own ache. He started pushing and pulling with the grip on her ass, guiding and encouraging her to drive her hips against the buzz that was quickly sending her back to the edge that she'd become far too acquainted with. He shuffled back towards the foot of the bed, wanting to drink up the view from the back, of her legs spread open, her pussy glistening, and her ass bouncing with the force behind her thrusts.

"Ant, I'm... I'm getting close," she husked while clenching under his tight hold. The heat in her core was quickly melding with the soreness between her thighs, feeling the throb in her pussy of every spark blazing inside her and begging to be released.

"Oh sweetheart, are you? Do you have something to ask me?" He was taunting her, watching how her arms weakened under her, exhaustion coursing through her as she redirected all her strength to keeping the roll of her hips just as rhythmic and precise.

"Please.. please..." she whimpered, muffled by the way her face was burrowing into the mattress. "I'm sorry Ant, I'm sorry, please just let me cum, please can I let go, I'm sorry."

He let her rut for a few more moments until her pace faltered and her breath hitched, then yanked her hips up and away from the source of her pleasure. "Oh darling, you aren't sorry enough yet, but you will be." She shrieked as her pussy twitched, in shock from the sudden switch to absolute nothingness, feeling herself sink into a wash that drowned her in denial until her ears were ringing. The control he held over her was intoxicating; she wasn't just craving a release, she was craving the submission that came with him being the one to grant it.

She stayed underwater, groaning curses into the mattress and arching her back to press her needy pussy closer to where Anthony stood idly behind. She was only drawn back to earth by the yelp prompted by a sharp sting to her ass. His hand lingered over the heat it created for just a moment before withdrawing to create the same on the other side.

"You're going to be so good for me, aren't you sweetheart? Just going to keep taking what I give you?"

He continued his sharp smacks, alternating from side to side and creating a glow of red. She hated to admit it, but as he was working over her ass with his hand, she was only throbbing harder. "Yes, baby, will take it all," she whined in a tone that showed just how pliant she was, even through all his games.

He had to chuckle, watching a new layer of slick drip from the pussy that was so lewdly presented to him. "God you're nasty baby, look at you getting off from a spanking." She couldn't muster any snark, any response whatsoever, just whimpering as the burn of her ass began to match that which had been building between her thighs for what now felt like years.

Once he had worked her over to a crimson that burned across the curve of her ass, he kneaded the supple skin and leaned in to press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses over the heat. "Good girl, you took that so well," he cooed, "lay on your back now darling.

She gingerly pushed herself upright, pausing to grab at Anthony's face and pull their lips together. He smiled into her more fervent kisses as he tried to tame her, but that didn't stop her from nipping and licking his lips as she pleased. "Please Ant, please give me what I need, my pussy is so sore it can't take anymore, it can't."

He opened his lips wide to grant her the entrance she'd worked for, sucking her bottom lips into a deep and ravenous kiss with his tongue rolling over hers just once before pulling back. "It can't take anymore, huh? Okay sweetheart, do what I said now, like my good girl, and lay back."

She exhaled shakily, sucking her lips between her teeth as she followed his orders and relaxed into the mattress, shifting a little to protect her still aching ass. Her legs sprawled around him, laying limp as she prayed he'd just have his way and move her any way he wanted, as long as it would end with her mind burning blank and her pussy pulsing around his fingers, tongue, or dick.

He began with his hands grasping her ankles, pushing them back so her knees were up. He kept his grip firm while pressing tame kisses up the inside of her calf, but pausing before he'd even reached her thighs. On his knees, he shuffled in closer to gain some leverage, then pushed her knees up to her chest, leaving her wide open for him to devour. "Hold," he muttered as her hands fumbled over his to maintain the position while he slipped away.

When he returned to her view, he held a bottle of lube, and her eyes narrowed. "Ant.. I'm soaked, why..."

"Thought you said your pussy was too sore sweetheart," he hummed, squeezing some lube onto his fingers before rubbing just over her ass. "Is this okay, baby?"

"Oh my god," she moaned, "yes, just.. slow.. please."

One arm took its place pushing her knees back again as he slipped the tip of one finger inside her before cooing to soothe her, "of course love, nice and slow. Relax for me." She tugged her lip between her teeth, muffling her groans as his finger pushed deeper inside her until it bottomed out inside her. Her breath was strained as she tried to force her muscles to relax and take what he gave, but she was still squeezing around his shallow thrusts like a vice.

As his knuckles brushed over her pussy lips, he realized that the new sensation was riling her up just as much as it was him. "Oh babe, you like this don't you? Like me fingering your tight little ass?"

"Yes, fuck, it feels so good," she moaned as he curled a finger inside her.

He hummed along to her gorgeous sounds, before shuffling down the bed to level his head with her pussy, though never pausing the slow pace of his finger. He was so enticed by the glistening scent of her arousal that he couldn't wait longer to taste, darting his tongue out to part her folds that licking a stripe all the way up. He punctuated his first motion with a final flick over her clit, and her groan sounded near animalistic. "Shit, you taste so good babe. You're like honey."

She was so tightly balled up under his arm that she could hardly even squirm under the pleasure, forced to just closed her eyes and embrace the bliss that overwhelmed her. He continued his kitten licks up her slit, savoring the sweetness that now coated his lips and chin, occasionally alternating to drawing delicate circles around her clit.

Anthony was obsessed with this pussy. She felt like satin as he glided through his folds, and he had to pause just to pepper firm kisses all over. He was making out with it now, slipping his tongue out into her just like he would with her mouth, and focusing on massaging her with the rolls and nips of his lips.

"Ant, please, more, I'm getting there," she whined. He could barely decipher her words through the thick breaths they slipped through, but she was telling him something he already knew. Every time he brushed over her clit, she was squeezing her ass around the probing of his finger, clenching everything to hold herself back from the edge.

"What do you think baby, can you take another finger? Let me stretch you out a little more, and then you can cum for me?"

"Promise you'll let me... Ant I can't wait more..."

"You can cum whenever you like now sweetheart, I promise," he cooed, curling his finger deeper and rubbing against the spot that had her breath hitching. "Just want you getting nice and used to cumming with your ass filled."

She started nodding frantically as she found the breath to stammer a weak "yes".

He grinned at how pliant she was now, pushing another finger into her tight hole and his tongue into her pussy, fully stuffing her holes as her head lolled back into the mattress. The moan she let out was lush and gravelly, as the only sensation she could register was being stretched full. He tried to draw out her pleasure further by sucking around her pussy while his tongue twirled inside, but he already felt her clenching down. He lapped up her spilled juices one last time then latched onto her clit, suckling there as he felt the beginning of her undoing. Her ass was squeezing him impossibly tight, holding his fingers in place deep inside her, giving him just enough liberty to curl and coax the tension out of her, while his lips took over her focus. She was twitching under his mouth now, her breath accelerating and coming out in sharp bursts, until he hummed against her in a wordless instruction to let go.

The fire that burned through her as he sucked harder was blinding, and she lost her connection to anything that wasn't him. Her limbs went slack, as he eased her legs down to the mattress with his free hand and quickly starting rubbing soothing circles over her upper thigh. She was squeezing his head in place now as her moans climbed higher and higher in pitch until they turned into languid screams. All the releases she'd been denied seemed to had pile on top of one another, culminating in this final, earth-shattering, mind-numbing fire, that felt in this moment like it would never burn out.

She couldn't tell for how long her pussy had pulsed of its own accord and for how long her throat had screamed itself raw, but as soon as she could pry her eyes open she'd found him unmoved, still greedily lapping up all the juices she'd given him. She mustered a little whimper to get his attention, letting her hand wander into his curls and tug to bring him up closer to her. He smirked and left her pussy with a final kiss, before sitting up and clumsily wiping her slick off his face with the back of his hand. Eagerly he pushed off his boxers then lay next to her, capturing her again in a heated kiss against trembling lips.

"That feel good baby?" He mumbled against her, stifling a laugh because she was so clearly still under a cloak of bliss.

Words felt so out of reach now, as all she could find were the heated spots on her body where his skin pressed to her own. His leg tossed over hers, his hand resting on her cheek, and his chest pressing against her shoulder was satisfying just a tiny fraction of her need for him to cover every inch of her skin, to swallow her up into his essence once again. The only way she could communicate this now was to press against his chest to withdraw from the kiss and have her eyes searing with need while she rasped "more."

He loved that she was insatiable, in part because his cock had been aching since the moment he walked in and saw her sprawled out and rubbing herself through pretty moans. He didn't have to be asked twice, as he swung his knee over to the other side of her hip and leaned down to press a soothing kiss to her forehead. He reached down with one hand to hoist her leg up and make room then line himself up with her entrance.

His lips stayed glued to the flushed skin of her face as he pressed inside her, fighting through the way she clenched down around him. When he was fully sheathed, he gave her a moment to breathe through his murmured assurances. "So good for me Jas, you feel like heaven. Can I move now baby?"

"Mhmm, please." Her back was arched off the bed and he could feel her leg shaking even as he bore all the weight. She was completely lost in him, tangling her fingers into his curls to keep him right there, knowing he was her tether to reality as her mind was blown into some euphoria she couldn't place.

He pulled out just a few inches before pressing back in slowly, knowing how sensitive she was by her labored breaths alone. The rhythm he built to was barely faster than these first few pushes, drawing all his attention to the way she was squeezing him like her pussy was hand-crafted just to be stretched so right by him. He held her face gently with his thumb stroking her cheek so their eyes could latch together, just wanting to keep her soothed and nicely fucked open. "You're perfect Jasmine, everything about you. Your noises are so fucking adorable and the way you took all that was stunning. You were so good for me."

She could only whimper back, as his cock left her breathless. He was stretching her perfectly, with the slightest pain melting into a pleasure that burned all the way into her stomach with his careful thrusts. Nothing about the way her pussy ached and her chest heaved could change how he felt like absolute bliss.

It didn't take long for him to get close to the edge. Even with a slow pace, he was in bliss from the way she was squeezing him tighter than ever. "God Jas, this pussy was made for me. I love your pussy so much," he groaned, as the kisses peppered down the side of her face got lazier and sloppier. He never sped up, but now that his peak was in sight he added a rut to the end of his strokes inside of her, inching deeper while giving her clit even more that it could handle. Her arms flew around his neck, pulling him down to her while she cried nonsense about being close. "Me too" was muffled by the way he kissed the angle of her jaw over and over, yearning to give her comfort as his arms slipped under her arched back to hold her steady to his chest as they both fell into climax together.

They each held the other so tightly that there was barely any leverage to move, so Anthony just rubbed his hips against hers while her walls fluttered. The arms he'd looped under her squeezed her even tighter as he released with a loud grunt into her neck, shooting his load deep inside her. "Fuck, I love you Jas, I love your body and your pussy and you, Jas. I love you so much."

Their chests were rising and falling in perfect sync as the panted breaths of ecstasy and exhaustion began to level out moment by moment, though nothing changed about the way they clung to one another. Jasmine mewled every time he tried to move even an inch. In her clouded mind, their bodies were one now and she needed both halves to function.

Finally, he hushed her while he rolled to the side so he could pull out and pull her in closer, and immediately she found her place curled into his chest. Both his arms were holding her securely so she could burrow her flushed face into his chest, letting her arm drape over his waist so her lazy fingers could drag up and down his back in soothing strokes. Her heart still thudded and rang in her ears, but his arms had her grounded. If she needed to sleep for years, this was the way to do it. This was serenity.

"Sorry for not waiting," she purred, nuzzling her head even deeper into his chest, coaxed to melt by the warmth of his lips against the crowd of her head.

His fingertips glided up her back before threading through her curls, soothing her with their gentle massaging of her scalp. "It's okay babe, this ended up being just as fun I think. Maybe you should be a brat more often."

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offical-dystopiantale · 5 years

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*Chapter 3: There’s something I need to tell you!*

Ink: Age 17

Error: Age 18

Part 2

Error rocked back on his heels, pushing his hands into the pant pockets of his suit, eyeing the stairs that led to the second story of Ink’s home anxiously. He could hear his boyfriend and Winter upstairs, in his room, his mother fussing and cooing over her son. He had tried to get into his room to see him once he was dressed and ready to go, but had been ushered down to the door, being told to wait.

It was his and Ink’s prom night, and the small skeleton had practically been vibrating with excitement throughout the day, and, even though Error had asked, refused to show him what he’d be wearing. The taller boy had been able to get his before him, since he ended up having a day off while Ink was at work, and afterwards the short monster had decided they wouldn’t show each other their suits until the night off - though, he did want them to match so he had asked for the colour of Error’s tux, which was a deep red. The undershirt was a reddish white, and he wore a bow tie that was also red, only a bit darker than the actual suit.

The door upstairs opened, then footsteps coming down to him, along with Ink’s voice.

“Mom! I’m fine, would you stop - stooop!” He was whining at this point, making Error chuckle.

All three monster’s stop talking (or laughing, in Error’s case) when everyone was downstairs.

Ink was wearing white pants and dress shirt, with a salmon coloured vest overtop, and a tie that was the same colour tucked delicately into it. His cheeks were flushed slightly - the taller boy was sure he was blushing as well - and his left eye was change rapidly between a heart, star, and an upside down triangle.

“Woah.” His boyfriend walked away from his mother, who willingly let him out of her grip, and took hold of his arm, hooking it with his own. “You look incredible!”

The comment made the black skeleton blush harder and advert his eyes. “Heh… so do you.” Ink giggled at his embarrassment, pushing up onto his tiptoes to kiss his cheek - Error still had to lean down a bit for him to do so, though.

“Ok love birds-”

“Mooom!”

She giggled, pulling out a camera she had left out on the kitchen table. “Stand in front of the door for me. I want to get a picture of you two!”

Ink huffed next to him, but did as his mother asked. Going to stand by the front door with his taller partner; Error linked an arm around him, leaning a bit so he wouldn’t seem as tall.

He felt awkward standing there, smiling for the picture, and was very relieved when Winter said she got a good one and they could move again.

“Don’t go doing anyting stupid tonight! I know there’s always kids at these kinda things doing drugs or-”

“We’re not gonna do drugs mom.”

“And be careful! There’s a good chance someone spiked the punch!”

The small skeleton rolled his eyes, while his boyfriend froze for a second. It honestly hadn’t even occurred to him there would be alcohol at this event, and the thought of drinking it made him feel sick to his stomach. His father was always more hostile if he’d been drinking and, well, the drink had no appeal to the eighteen year old boy now. He felt a hand on his forearm. “You ready to go, hun?”

Error smiled softly, taking the other boy’s hand off his arm and holding it in his hand. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Ink made it easier for him to slip out of those trains of thought, the ones that led to his father.

He was with Ink now.

Everything was good.

The two boys said their good-byes to Winter, and slipped outside into the evening air to walk to their car. “You ok, Erry? I saw how you looked when mom mentioned… you know.”

The tall monster leaned over, pecking his boyfriend on the cheek before sliding into his usual spot behind the wheel. “Yeah, I’m fine” Ink gave him a look of disbelief, making Error laugh as he pulled out of its parked position. “I’m serious, I’m ok. Don’t worry so much, Inky, it’s prom night.” He winked, making the small boy blush. “Let’s just have fun tonight, yeah?”

The student parking lot at their highschool was almost completely full by the time they got there, and there were groups of monsters littered throughout the area. Error ended up finding a parking spot that was right next to where Bylk and his little gang were milling about - both Nessues and Bylk were in traditional black tuxes, and the griffin had his arm slung around a rabbit monster’s shoulders. The girl - whom Ink didn’t recognize - was wearing a lilac dress, that covered almost nothing and was clinging to Bylk like he was a lifeline.

“Do you know her?”

“The rabbit? Pretty sure her name’s Aspine. She’s in my science class.”

“She looks like she’s wearing lingerie.” Ink said with a giggle, unbuckling his seatbelt.

Error snorted. “Wouldn’t be surprised if she was. She’s tried to sleep with everyone in our class.” A sudden burst of jealousy welled up in Ink, it was red hot, and burned like acid; it was a dumb thing to think about, but it bothered him none the less. His boyfriend laughed beside him, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “No need to get so jealous, I obviously said no to her.”

The white monster gave a nervous smile, and they left the car, Error grabbing ahold of his hand again once they were outside. He could tell that his partner wasn’t paying attention to them, but Ink certainly didn’t miss the way Aria and the new girl, Aspine, eyed Error, their eyes dropping from this face down to his ass, biting on their lower lip. It made him want to scream. He didn’t necessarily blame them for looking, he’d be the first to admit that his boyfriend looked fine as hell in his suit, but that didn’t mean they had to look at him like that, like he was a piece of ripe fruit, fit for the taking.

Error pulled his hand away, wrapping his arm around the smaller monster. “You can already hear the music from out here.” He knew it was petty, but Ink couldn’t help but sneak a glance behind them, smirking proudly at the two girls’ somewhat annoyed expressions. “You ready to go in?” The skeleton looked back up to his date, grinning widely, his jealousy fading into the background of his mind.

“Hell yeah!” Error chuckled, opened one of the gym doors, and entered into the crowded room.

The gym was decorated with streamers and balloons, the only light coming from the ones that were flashing and waving around from the DJ booth on the stage at the front of the large room. The back of the gym had tables and chairs set up for groups of teens who just wanted to sit with friends. On the opposite side, there was a long table filled with sweet foods and drinks. Ink could barely see around the room - he was far too short to see over people's heads, like Error was doing, and most people were moving and dancing, making it hard to see through gaps between monsters. “I can see an open table, do you wanna go sit over there?” The ebony skeleton was leaning down so he could whisper in Ink’s ‘ear’; the music was so loud, he doubted they’d be able to hear each other if they did something different.

Nonetheless, the short monster shook his head. “I have a better idea.” He gripped his boyfriend’s hand tightly, and began weaving through the crowd, pulling the larger monster behind him. Once they got to the other side of the gym, Ink pushed open the back door, which lead back outside.

“Where are you taking us?”

“You’ll see.” He winked, then pushed him outside, closing the door with a thud behind the two of them.

The back of the school was a wide open field, usually used to play football and there was a spot to play baseball or softball to the left, and at the far end of the grassy area was a smattering of trees. It was dark back here, and the music was muffled by the door and walls. Ink led them to about the middle of the field before stopping and turning back to smile at his very confused date.

“I don’t get it, why are we out here?”

“Well..” He rocked back and forth on his heels. “I know how you feel about large crowds, and the people at our school so I thought we could just… lay out here. You can see the stars really well from behind the school.” He ended his sentence by pointing towards the sky; he was very thankful it wasn’t cloudy tonight.

“Oh, Ink…” He laughed nervously, pulling him into a hug. “I figured you’d want to dance and stuff.”

“I mean, I kinda do, but I’d much rather spend time with my lovely boyfriend.”

Error chuckled again, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. When he pulled away, he smirked: “You know, I have an idea.”

“That's terrifying.”

He rolled his eyes, but his smile never fell. “You have a bunch of romance songs on your phone, right?”

Ink flushed, pressing his warm face to the front of the other boy’s shirt. “Yeah.. how do you know that?”

“I heard you listening to them while you were bathing once, plus it’s real obvious you like all that romantic crap. That’s not my point though - what I mean is, well… play some of them.”

The small monster looked up, giving the boy a confused look then pulled his phone out of his pants pocket, hitting shuffle on a playlist he’d made filled with soft songs (most about love, like Error had said). “Ok… now what?”

Error moved Ink’s hands to his shoulders, placing his on his small hips. “We dance.”

And they did; it started out as stumbling and giggles as they tried to get into a rhythm, but soon they were swaying gently, and Ink placed his head on his boyfriend’s ribcage. His soul was warm and fuzzy in his chest, and a smile had formed on his lips; he could hear Error’s soul beating through his dress shirt, and it made him feel warm and safe.

“Error?”

“Hm?”

“I love you. A lot.”

He moved his face upwards, so he could see the ebony skeleton looking back down at him with love in his eye sockets. “I love you a lot too, Ink.”

Neither boys could imagine a better way to spend their prom night as the stood there in each other's embrace, swaying gently to the songs on Ink’s phone, under the stars.

They were together, and they were happy.

#undertale #undertale au #dystopiantale #undertale sans #error sans #ink sans #ink x error #error x ink #errink #errorink

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veraverorum · 7 years

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You've been visited by the OTP AU fairy Challenge! If you feel up to it, write 500 or less words for your OTP in any AU setting! Hard mode: choose up to 3 different OTP AU settings and write 500 words or less for each! Good luck! (feel free to become the next fairy and offer some writers your own challenge, too!)

I got this message more than 1 moth ago but I’ve finally finished them!Ready for some musical AUs?

Phantom of the OperaThe lock of the door gotturned but Jack didn't notice it. He was too busy changing intosomething more comfortable than stage clothes, deciding in the endfor a white gown with laces at the hems.The oddity of thesituation hit him when he entered the waiting room of his dressingroom and suddenly all the candles turned off as if by magic.Hetold himself he wouldn't act scared. Jack had always been brave,since the day he had been left all alone in the world, orphan of theomnic crisis. Hesitating for a brief moment he looked around,checking for a possible intruder. One could never know, given thetimes. Not to mention Jack was steadily becoming the new star of theopera. Everything could be possible, even the worst possibility.Thevoice that broke the tense silence put Jack's nerves to rest.Uponrecognizing who was speaking, he relaxed immediately. Jackhad no face nor a proper name to associate with the entity but thedeep voice that had spent so much excruciating time coaching himthrough arpeggios and melodies was his Angel of music. An obscureentity who followed him ever since the day he put foot inside theOpéra Garnier and who Jack believed was a messenger from hisdeceased father.It called to him with his tenor tone, warmingits way into Jack's heart even if it stung of jealousy andpossessiveness, “ignorant fool this brave young suitor, sharing inmy triumph!”Jack had to hide hissmile at being somehow coveted that way but more important matterswhere at hand, like his musical education. Sweet-talking the Angelout oh his outbursts was something that Jack had long since grownused to do. He had a demanding nature, prone to tantrums that seemedto be placated only by Jack's angelic voice hitting the right notesof a soft melody – the kind that stole hearts and tears at the sametime.Maybe, though, thistime the ghost had felt that his domain over Jack was beingthreatened, undermined enough that he wanted to re-assert his powerover the singer once and for all. Jack was slipping from between hisfingers, captivated by the spell of an admirer who had nothing tooffer other than the funds that surely were not coming from the hardwork. Certainly not someone who deserved him.If the ghostliving in the basement of the Opéra wanted to keep Jack close to himhe needed to offer him something more valuable than vile money, orhis expertise on singing. He needed toentice him, draw his attention by making him curiousand ensnare Jack in his net. Hismellifluous words had offered him the coveted sight of hisface.Jack followed his beloved voice toward the mirror andinto it, until he came face to face with the man wearing a white halfmask, and then took his hand.

Chicago

Thatsurely wasn't the way that Jack Morrison thought he would becomefamous and end up under the spotlight.He had thought it wouldhappen through a career in cabaret, dancing and singing and lookinglike a delicious candy wrapped in refined, sparkling sequin clothes,and all that jazz.Instead, his audience would get to know himin a very different way... by his bewildered mugshot greeting thereaders of tomorrow's newspapers from the first page, the captioncalling him murderer.But that would be for tomorrow. As fortoday, Jack had been dragged off to jail to wait for his turn at thecourthouse, thrown in together with similarly convictedfelons.There with hims was Gabriel Reyes in all his glory,the latest murderous sensation in town. He was famous for the show heshared with his brother and for killing said brother and his owncheating husband in a blind rage. He had seemed to realize what hehad done only afterward, while washing his hands from all theirblood. There had been no guilt whatsoever.It was too bad thatGabriel's fame was already on the path of decline due to Jack'sunexpected stunt.The world was full of sharks and once Jackhad managed to grab the spotlight for himself, he found it difficultto let go of it, or share, even if Reyes was a true vaudevillain,more than Jack could ever dream of being. A hot one too, worth todance a sweet tango with, but as far as Jack was concerned, it wasnot enough for him to give up on his one chance at popularity.Jackhad done anything he could in order to hold on this opportunity; hescraped together what little money he had and made sure his tale waseven more pathetic, appealing to the masses, fluttering his eyelashesat the paparazzi and lawyers alike.It was that way that AnaAmari, best criminal defense lawyer of the city did her gigs: prettyboys with pretty eyes and sob stories. She was quick to switch fromGabriel's case to Jack's, and her silver tongue was legendary incourt. She spun his account until it became unrecognizable and farfrom the truth. It was self defense! They'd both reached for thepulse rifle!Almost ashamed by his own actions, Jack acceptedtips from Ana that would have been otherwise used in Gabriel's case,making the celebrated actor go ballistic. In the end though,after his own sentence had been lifted, it had been Gabriel the oneto seek Jack out and ask for his help. Cooperation. “You know, mydouble act is still a damn fun time. But to put it on I need apartner.”Double act, double the murderers for double thefame. The vaudeville scene was going to become all theirs. And theinviting smile on Gabriel's face was naughty enough to suggest thatmore would be shared between them than just the profits.Jackaccepted.

Moulin RougeTheroom was the most absurd collection of things Jack had ever had thepleasure of seeing. It should have been a pleasure. Probably. It wasnot.Itwas gaudy, an extravaganza of exotic objects unlike any other, andfar removed from the simple, almost puritan education Jack hadreceived while growing up.Itmade him uneasy, thorn between gawking at the mess or leaving in ahurry.There where reddrapes everywhere, carved panels of gold painted wood, statues ofmonstrous foreign creatures... In the middle of all that opulence,clad in nothing but black satin and lace lingerie clinging to hisstatuesque body stood Mr Gabriel, motionless. Hissmile was a little awkward, too big and unnatural, one hand in theair, the other resting on the inviting curve of his hip.Jackhad to be honest with himself: he would have immediately said yes toanything the actor proposed him, then and there, at that display. Theproblem was, Mr Gabriel seemed to think the same - as soon as Jackstarted explaining the reason why he had been sent to meet up withhim, Mr Gabriel had launched into a series of yips and barks at hiswords, rolling around on the silk sheets of the bed, gripping them inhis beautiful fingers like a lifeline.Uncomfortable at thedisplay due to both a certain sense of decorum that was beingoffended and the fact that he felt a growing attraction at the sightthat he could not deny, Jack tried to not stammer as he reminded MrGabriel that he was there for a private poetry reading session, asper their prior agreement in the ballroom.When Mr Gabrielpulled Jack down on the bed with him, begging for more naughty words,Jack gaped at him like a fish. Was Mr Gabriel a kindred soul, one whotrembled in delight at the beauty of rhymes and poetry? Thehand that sneaked on his inner thigh and the hot mouth latching atthe base of his neck, whereis pulse was beating faster than usual,told Jack a different story. Yeah, no. Big mistake.Thatwasn't what Torbjörnhad sent Jack there for! He said as much to Mr Gabriel and theperformer recoiled at the words.“Torbjörn...You're not the Duke!” Mr Gabriel was both offended and distressed.It would have been comical if he weren't throwing accusing glares atJack, who still found him the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen, evenif he looked murderous at the moment.“I-I am not!” whatmust have happened was becoming clear to him. An even biggermistake.A sharp knock on the door broke the momentary stallbetween the two.“Shit, the Duke!” Mr Gabriel whispered ashis face paled, eyes snapping to the door.Shit indeed, Jackthought.To be posted soon on AO3!

#reaper76 #r76 #Vera's work #all these musicals are kind of old? gosh...#Anonymous

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@dark-demons-tears-rp this is for you! i loved yours! Hope you love mine!! <3

YOUR MUSE SHARING A DESSERT WITH MINE

Leonardo: He would never ever share his Dangos but for Nÿx, he'd let her have them all. Or of course watch and tease her as she eats the treat he made for himself. "Do you enjoy balls in your mouth love?"

Lori: She LOVES her cold stone creamery birthday cake ice cream with chocolate chip, but when her beloved dragon wants some, she’ll give him but making a mental note to order a pint next time she was in the mortal realm.

YOUR MUSE CELEBRATING MINE’S BIRTHDAY WITH MINE

Lori: Hadn’t forgotten her own but she didn’t remember telling Jabb. So whatever he does to surprise her, she’s gonna be super grateful. “Jabberwock! I love you but I don’t need more lingerie! You always tear it anyway!!”

Leonardo: He will be shocked but happy. He and his brothers never settled on a date so they just said the week after Lori’s would be good. He’d be grinning behind his mask, enjoying his present: Nyx in their playroom for begging for him.

YOUR MUSE BRINGING MINE A WARM DRINK

Leonardo: He’d welcomed the peppermint tea Nyx so graciously brought to him. He loves hot tea. Any tea really. And to be honest, it’s been awhile since he’s had a good cuppa. So he’ll pull her in and hug her tight as he sips the drink, thanking her.

Lori: It can only mean one thing when Jabb brings her hot chocolate, the cruel red sea is about to crash. She will never know how he knows but no matter the weather, the hot coco will help get through the roughest parts. Thank god her husband can reheat her cup at will.

YOUR MUSE MAKING DINNER FOR MINE

Lori: The blonde tends to be in awe at a lot but when she sees that her husband has made her favorites, it’s like she has fallen for him all over again! “Devilishly handsome, a smile to kill my heart, is a bad-ass dragon, AND can cook?”

Leonardo: He would eat it happily and gratefully. And he would fight anyone who tried to take his wife’s cooking away from him. IT’S ALL SO DAMN GOOD!! He will be in a food coma for a good hour after eating everything up. “I have died and married an angel.”

YOUR MUSE TELLING MINE A SPOOKY STORY BY TORCHLIGHT

Leonardo: He isn’t scared of anything. His training made him face every fear in the book and on-line. He’s a trained ninja, jump-scares don’t even make him blink. Try as Nyx will, he wont budge from his calm smile as he listens to her voice.

Lori: This girl? Oooooo boy. She is a scardy cat through and through. She cant even make up a story. She HATES horror. So when Jabb tries to scare her, best believe she is running away screaming like a banshee. FIGHT or FLIGHT? OH HELL NO!!! BBBYYYEE!!

YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MY MUSE DURING A SCARY MOVIE

Lori: How she let him talk him into a scary movie, she’ll never know but that girl has made herself a fort of protectiveness! Withing her couch cushion and pillow fort, she’ll hide and tremble at all the gore and murders. Her hand will wiggle out to hold her beloved’s but she’s gotta stay in her fort.

Leonardo: Again scared? Hardly! He’d point out the shot wasn’t in focus and that the boom mic is in the reflection. He’s been through so many horror movie marathons with Mikey that he knows pretty much every movie there is. But his arms would stay securely around Nyx. She was his lifeline after all and there is cuddling in movie watching.

YOUR MUSE PROPOSING TO MINE

Lori: Would be giggling as she falls to one knee dramatically in their bedroom, “Oh dragon! How can I wait for a knight I do not love? Don’t you see? I’ve fallen for you!” She’d laugh at his shocked face but stand and kiss his ring that was given to him by her. She’s got her beloved ring on her left ring finger but she thought she could try her luck of proposing.

Leonardo: Oh boy, it’s happened already but a quick summary: He is nervous as hell!! Like there’s a .001% chance she could say no. But he goes through with it, showing off the ring he chose for her. Of course she says yes! No one had seen a truly happy Leonardo until that moment. He can’t stop smiling for the rest of his life.

YOUR MUSE REVEALING THAT THEY ARE PREGNANT WITH MY MUSE’S BABY

Lori: Is already prego with his child but: If she could have surprised him, she would. She’d be almost romantic about the reveal, planning it for a day where it was just the two of them. “So where could we put the nursery?” She’d ask this when they plan the layout for their joint floor in the castle. She’s wait for his question and grin at him, “Well I mean your heir will be coming in 9 months so you might want to decide now….father to be.” I dont think their eyes would stop crying for quite some time.

Leonardo: Losing a prank off by Mikey, Leo has to prank Nyx. It doesn't go over well but Nyx does laugh at his attempt of the humor. (Note: if she turned it around on him, he’d fall to his knees crying. He’s always wanted a family of his own and having his wife pregnant...it’s a miracle to him.)

YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A KISS (SPECIFY WHERE)

Lori: Being a romantic at heart and being failed in the boyfriend department, this girl would just swoon at any kiss Jabb is willing to give her. She can’t believe he is hers. Like bonded and a married in every way possible. But as she looks at him, lips swollen from a stolen kiss, she’s gonna grin and blush like mad. She’s not use to being loved this much. To this day she is still adjusting.

Leonardo: Getting random kisses from Nyx just makes his day so much brighter. He could be irritated by his training and one kiss from her and it all disappears. If hearts could be in his eyes, they would be when she’s around. But when it comes to those neck kisses, better believe she is being picked up and taken to their playroom. She can’t make him horny and get away with it. Not on his watch.

YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A HUG

Leonardo: He would do this in secret and never ever tell anyone he did. He’d hug Jabberwock once he found out that Jabb paid for the ring on Nyx’s finger when he didnt have to. He would choke back a sob as he whispers a thank you before disappearing.

Lori: Would always hug Nyx when they are near. “Lo! You just saw me in the other room!” “I CANT HELP THAT I MISS MY SIS! NOW GET OVER HERE FOR A DAMN HUG WOMAN!!!”

YOUR MUSE TAKING MINE TO THE AQUARIUM FOR THE DAY

Lori: Being called a dolphin because of the way she swims. Literally this girl can’t get enough of water. In her youth, she would only come up for air in small breaths. She loves the ocean and sea though she’s never been so going to a aquarium with her beloved is like the best thing ever. She’d never let go of his hand for anything, always in awe and looking at him happily.

Leonardo: Being a turtle he’s always curious to watch the turtles at aquariums. If Nyx took him there, he’s be lost in watching his normal counterparts. He’d not move. At all. He just cant stop watching them and comparing himself to them. “They have the same eyes as me..”

YOUR MUSE ‘SAVING’ MY MUSE FROM AN ‘ENORMOUS’ BUG

Leonardo: Would laugh at his demon wife high on the kitchen table pointing to a normal spider as it carried out its day. "Really? Spiders? That's what you're afraid of?” He’d capture the spider and set into the gardens before calming his wife down.

Lori: She doesn’t seem to like them but like Leonardo she’d be grateful when Jabb doesnt kill it but let it free. The fabric of the clothing in her hands might have nail holes from her death grip.

YOUR MUSE BRINGING MY MUSE FLOWERS

Lori: When Jabb presents her with any number of flowers, she’s gonna tear up. “This (these) is (are) for me?? Thank you!” Needless to say, Jabberwock is gonna get a acquainted with all his flowers as Lori thanks him in the garden..Without panties on.

Leonardo: Is not use to getting flowers. He’ll accept anything from his wife. “Oh I see you are giving me another one.” (“Huh?) He’d wrap his arms around her and breathe her in lovingly, “Ah! You are the most beautiful flower in the garden, wife.”

YOUR MUSE AND MY MUSE PLANTING A GARDEN TOGETHER

Leonardo: A zen garden. For him? No way. He’d be precise and creative when helping her. And when the project is done, He’d use it straight away to show just how much he loves it. But trust me, when he’s done, he’s gonna find her and mess up their work. The lines will be blurred with Nyx’s back marks.

Lori: Is already spoiled but having time with Jabb, alone, is more than she could dream. They plant her old state’s flower and a few crops so she can always have a piece of her past with her future. “Think Junior will like seeing corn?”

YOUR MUSE CUDDLING MINE AS THEY SETTLE DOWN TO SLEEP

Leonardo: Is like Jabb. He loves to watch Nyx sleep. She looks so precious as she curls into his chest. You can bet her hair is played with a lot as he watches her. When she has a nightmare, he’s right there to hold her, whispering calming things to her, “Get them Nyx. Don’t let them in. I’m here. I’m here.

Lori: She loves, just LOVES, cuddling Jabb. He is her heater and she could not ask for more. But on the few times, he falls asleep before her, she cant help but look at him. He’s so handsome and she likes to try to memorize every scar on his face that he shows to her. Like Leo though, Lori is gonna run her hands through his hair. It’s so soft and it seems divine and she’ll drift to sleep, one hand on his cheek, and the other in his hair.

YOUR MUSE TAKING MINE STARGAZING

Lori: Stargazing? She has never! And thankfully Jabb can tell her everything she wants to know. Cuz the girl has endless questions. Like a child, she’ll trace the stars with her finger, trying to connect them. But after so long her hands are gonna wander. Jabb might be in mid lecture and cut off with his wife kissing her way down his chest to his pants.

Leonardo: When Nyx tells him of her origin with the stars, he’s gonna love them more. He’ll watch the stars as he listens to her, never really interested until now. When she is finished, he’ll pull her onto his chest and kiss her into next Tuesday. And with this couple, hot making out always leads to hot sex :)

⛈ YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MINE DURING A THUNDERSTORM

Leonardo: Loves water so naturally rain makes him calm. It’s the noise that makes him. And finding out that Nyx shares the same joy? Who needs comforting? They will both be out and dancing. A kiss in the rain? PPFFFTTTT Oh hell no, Nyx better be ready for hot sex in the rain, cuz the rain isn't the only thing that will drip down her thighs if he has anything to do with it!

Lori: So quick secret here. Lori has a fear of thunderstorms so she and Jabb will be snuggling in their room for the storm. If it’s an all day thing? Well sleep, eat and some loving, but that bed wont be left. And for once Jabb will be worn out with their….uh….sexual activities.

YOUR MUSE SLATHERING MY MUSE IN SUNBLOCK

Lori and Leo: Yeah I mean I think all 4 would tease the shit out of the other in the couple. I mean...like having them begging for more and then playing as innocent as possible….which with all of them….not so much. LOL

☂ YOUR MUSE SHIELDING MY MUSE FROM RAIN

Leonardo: He has to smile as she uses her magic to shield him. How sweet of her. And he would tell her over and over. “You dont have to love. But thank you. Don’t catch a cold.” He’d tell her over and over. But it warms his heart that she cares so damn much for him.

Lori: “Jabb…..what are you doing?” “Shielding you both from the rain.” With a large wing spanning over her head, she can walk in peace without being drenched. Secret time again. Though scared of thunderstorms, Lori cant help but love the rain. She will stare at it and listen to the calming effect for hours.

YOUR MUSE THROWING A SNOWBALL AT MY MUSE

Lori: Would squeal as the cold hit her back, “NYX!! IMMA KILL YA!” She’d turn and be throwing them right back. Win it comes to tit for tat, Lori always brings it. So Nyx will have quite a battle on her hands. Friendly of course. :)

Leonardo: Would laugh and then see who it was. A smirking Jabb. Oh hell no. Though the demon buries him, Leo doesnt give up so easily. He’ll plow through until he collapses from exhaustion.

YOUR MUSE CLIMBING INTO THE SHOWER WITH MINE

Lori: HAVE YOU SEEN JABB? HE’S A FREAKING GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE’D BE DOWN ON HER KNEES PRAISING HIM AND….a bit more than that ;)

Leonardo: A wet Nyx? SIGN THIS TURTLE UP! That shower water would turn cold but nothing could be further. It’s hot, hot, HOT!!!!!!!! Like her body on his!!

YOUR MUSE ‘SAVING’ MY MUSE FROM AN 'ENORMOUS’ MOUSE

Lori: After crying and screaming, Jabb will be her savior and she would be all over him when the cof baby mouse is gone. “You saved me baby!” Followed by multiple kisses all over his face.

Leonardo: Saved? Sure. He’d let her save him from the ‘huge’ mouse. Even though he didnt know it was there until she screamed bloody murder first.

YOUR MUSE RUNNING A BUBBLE BATH FOR MINE

Lori: Is the luckiest girl in the world to have found this demon. With a sigh, she’ll sink in and watch him, “Join me love. Your tub is big enough for us both.” It will be a soothing time for them both. Cuz they need it bad.

Leonardo: Will churr happily as he sinks in. His eyes will lock with Nyx and he will smile like a devil. “You are amazing...aaaahhhhhh.” A relaxed Leo? Call a doctor he must be sick?! His only cure?? Nyx joining him for some relaxing time.

YOUR MUSE DRAWING/PAINTING A PORTRAIT OF MY MUSE

Lori and Leonardo: Will be so honored and overjoyed. A portrait of either of them?? Seriously?? That shit would be framed and glorified! “Oh yeah that portrait? It was done by wife/husband/sister/pain in my ass.” (Can you guess who is who?)

YOUR MUSE CHALLENGING MY MUSE TO A GAME

Lori: Sucks at so many sports. So she will pretty much she will fail immediately, whether she misses the ball or completely trips over her own feet, she will fail. BUT she will laugh and keep trying! How else is she gonna learn for Junior?

Leonardo: Is gifted….not like that!!! Well.. yeah but!! He can pretty much do any sport Nyx challenges him. And no, unlike Jabb, he’s playing for the gold. Even if its against his wife, he wont hole back. So enjoy the comparativeness cuz hes bringing it!

YOUR MUSE PLAYING MUSIC/SINGING FOR MY MUSE

Leonardo: Stops in his tracks. That voice was coming from his wife? That heavenly sound was coming from Nyx?? He will always ask her to sing for him. He loves her voice and it just soothes him to no end.

Lori: Will be wide eyed shocked. Like for real. That baritone panty dropping voice is from Jabb?? No way! She will melt when he sings for her, eyes shut to get the tingles his voice gives her.

YOUR MUSE SENDING MINE A LOVE LETTER

Leonardo: Will keep it locked away forever. Bedside drawer. He will reread it so many times, he could recite it to her. And he does. He loves her honeyed words and loves to make her blush with them. Will he use it in the bedroom? Of course hunny!! that turtle will kiss down her throat slowly, making her tell him what the note said. If she gets some wording wrong, the slow torture becomes slower until she isn't coherent anymore.

Lori: Note in hand, this girl is gonna find Jabb and tackle him with love. She’ll kiss him over and over, crying at his words. “You are the sweetest man ever!!” Like Leo, she’s gonna keep it close. If Jabb is away at a meeting and she is lonely? She’ll read it and smile. He does love her huh?

YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A GIFT

Lori: Still not use to being given gifts, she’ll be surprised, “Oh Nyx! It’s wonderful! Thank you!!!” She could not be more thankful and the giver will be showered with thanks and praises.

Leonardo: Will not accept them from Jabb. He’s done to much for him. Nope. He can’t. But from Nyx? Hes gonna treasure it, no matter how small or large it is. “Nyx. Thank you. I love it.” And he isnt lying at all.

YOUR MUSE DECLARING LOVE FOR MINE

Lori: Can not believe he is doing this in the middle of the market and screaming it to prove a point. She will blush and blush and blush some more. Oh boy! But she does smile happily, pulling him down and kissing him for the world to see. That’s how Jabb introduced Lori to the surrounding town by his castle.

Leonardo: Will be shocked. Nyx is openly affectionate but publicly telling the whole realm she loves him? He’d never expect it. She’d be embraced so quickly that her head would spin as he dips her low and kisses her. Yes, he was hers and she was his. And that thought always made him smile.

YOUR MUSE TELLING MY MUSE THAT THEY WILL ALWAYS BE FRIENDS

Lori: Would laugh loudly, “Nyx! Of course we will be friends! We’re better than that though! We are sisters!!” The raven haired beauty would be hugged to death by her sister.

Leonardo: Will laugh in Jabb’s face regardless if it was a dare or not. “More like thrown together family Jabb.” He can’t even like pretend. It’s Jabb. He is always messing with Leo.

(oh wow. this took forever but i loved it!)

#prompt. Leo and Nyx. Jabb and Lori. I love this. 1 week later.....

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