#cw gill fucking

[luck-of-the-drawings]

FOR A BEAT OF HEART, THE BREATH IS SHOT. AND WITHIN A BREATH, THE HEART IS CAUGHT. THE PIPES ARE BURSTING, UNDER GREAT STRESS, BOLTS TORN ASUNDER, MAKING A MESS. A FINAL COUGH, A FINAL RETCH, A GOREY SLOUGH, CLAIMED BY WRETCH.

[auspicioustidings]

Mermen au with mer TF141 and researcher reader trying to learn about their. . .biology :Dd Or them trying to bring progressively bigger fish trying to woo and then Ghost ends up bringing you a fucking orca or some shit,

...I had to look up the reproductive cycle of several marine animals for this I hope you are happy.

Deductive Reasoning

Words: 1.3k

CW: ...light fish porn (?)

It was just fascinating. It would have been dreadfully difficult to not talk about this every chance you got and thus break your NDA if not for the fact that you never left this secure little island base. You were permitted to, but why would you want to? You were speaking with living, breathing mermen almost everyday.

4 of them, although they had alluded to their being more out there. These 4 were a... well that was the question wasn't it? Only one shark did not make a shiver, only one seal did not make a herd, only one walrus did not make a rookery and only one mandarinfish did not make a shoal. Was there a collective term for mermen? You were told you were now the leading researcher in the world for this new species, so perhaps that meant you got to decide.

Or maybe you'd just ask. They spoke to you sometimes, or at least made noises. They seemed to understand each other at least which was intriguing on its own.

It had been Soap you had met first. You had been basically abducted and hurried to this island facility where they had captured a real life merman. You were enamoured immediately by the furious thing in the tank. Half seal, harbour seal you thought. Top half looked all but human (skin must be different to allow for underwater living and ah, yes, you could see gills), hair in a mohawk (which suggested someone had cut it to look like that, who? Was it a ritual? Did they have community? Was it an emulation of human culture? Perhaps some mating strategy?), eyes somewhere between human and seal (his physicality was a similar story, he was built strong and thick, a healthy layer of fat over hard muscle).

You perhaps felt a little bashful looking back. You had been so wildly excited, asking a thousand questions and going into chaotic science mode that it took you a whole 16 hours of straight observations and notes to realise there was a creature of higher intelligence being held captive in a tank. You did, of course, apologise profusely. He clearly did not understand what you were saying, but the emotion was human enough. Bemusement.

Soap had come about because he was slippery. Well, actually he wasn't, but the story was that he was slippery. Because if the military knew you had actually been helping him escape you were probably going to get disappeared. It was lucky the facility at that time wasn't as high security, you had gotten away with it.

You had met Gaz right there on the coast when Soap went slicing through the water. You thought looking back that Price and Ghost had probably been there, just out of sight. They had come for him. Gaz was a magnificent thing. His tail was the same pattern as a madarinfish, bright orange with gorgeous blue markings. You had shown him a tin of irn-bru once with a grin and learned then that Soap could laugh. He had come right up to you and after some form of exchange with Soap had been playful, showing off his tail and holding his hand out to you. You had been existing on caffeine and noodles so hardly your fault you took it, getting dragged into the water.

Oh how thrilling an education you received in the courting practices of Dragonets! He had made quite a show of displaying his fins, including a gorgeous dorsal fin on his human looking spine. You knew you simply must see them again if only to study why Gaz's eyes were more human while Soap's leant towards seal like. He was certainly the most expressive of them. His name had only come about because you had tried every other one and he made his disdain for them very clear. By the time the merman had been rubbing what you would call his ventral fins against you, Soap had grabbed you and soundly deposited you back on shore. Just in time too for the soldiers to find you because the doctor later told you that you were in the early stages of hypothermia. Totally worth it actually.

You talked the powers that be into allowing your pet projects to free roam, after all they kept coming back to see you. Over the course of a year the facility was upgraded and a channel added from the sea to an indoor pool that would allow for better study. Soap and Gaz didn't run on a schedule exactly, but they seemed content to swim in every so often and let you poke and prod. Fascinating that they should both be half human but their other half was so entirely different. Soap was half mammal, retractable penis something he was very proud to show off anytime he was in the observation pool. Gaz was half dragonet, and while you tried to put a clutch of eggs in the pool to see if he could fertilise them he had only raised an eyebrow at you and tried once again to pull you in. Tough luck, you had learned your lesson about going into the water with them when you had met Ghost.

It had been the middle of the night when he swam into the pool. Silent, you hadn't heard him (that's where that name had come from in the end). So unsuspecting were you that you were too near the edge and his hand had snaked around your ankle, one sharp pull dragging you in after you fell to the ground (hardly avoiding a broken nose). It wasn't only his tail that was shark, he had a sharp set of teeth that he sank into the meat of your shoulder without much ceremony. His claspers had been strong as hell holding you there, the only thing likely saving you his frustration at your clothes. He must not have understood the concept very well because he released you and dove, pawing at your trousers to try and figure them out. It was an endless source of fascination for him anytime he visited after. He would lean his arms on the pool edge and just stare at your legs, tracing the outline of your body with his sharp eyes. It only seemed fair to let him look since you spent an inordinate amount of time staring at him. He was sleek and muscular, every inch an apex predator in his prime.

It was a contrast to who you would say was the leader of their group. The merman who had saved you from Ghost that first time you met him, who had ripped him away from you when his teeth had sunk into the meat of your thigh through your trousers. Price had hauled you out of the water with ease. He was part Walrus, huge and soft with a layer of blubber similar to Soap's that hid considerable strength. Of all of them his animal half was most pronounced, his canines elongated into tusks and his hair thick and whisker-like around them.

As a scientist you could not possibly play favourites. Price was absolutely your favourite. He would be still and patient with you when you were working with him. He would gently run his fingers over whatever parts of you were in reach. When you babbled excitedly he seemed to listen as best he could.

If you had taken more than a moment to really look into it, you might have realised you were not the only creature conducting research. If you had used some deductive reasoning, you probably could have anticipated that fateful day you were dragged into the sea, never to be seen by the human military again.

[girlfailure-smut-hour]

Levi's Special Place

Kinktober Part 2 of 4: Monster fucking

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Demon form!Leviathan X GN!Reader

CW: Oral (receiving,) Penetration (Recieving.) Reader's gender is not mentioned, ambiguous genitals. A little romantic Levi's just too sweet.

A/N: I really wanted to play up the sea monster aspects of Levi's demon form. Levi takes you to the bottom of the ocean to show you his favorite place to decompress. ~1500 words.

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Leviathan had a special day planned for the two of you. He wouldn’t tell you much, just to wear your bathing suit. You weren’t very surprised when he brought you to the beach, but you suspected he had more in mind. It was a beautiful night, the full moon hanging high and bright in the sky.

He takes you by the hand, walking with you down the beach. “I had something special I wanted to show you,” He says. “Something no one else in the world has seen.”

You blush a little. “Sounds serious. What is it Levi?” You ask.

“You’ll have to come out with me into the water,” He says. In your hand, you can feel his changing shape. Scales ripple across his skin as the fingers elongate and long, hard talons grow out of them. Fins and gills sprout out of his neck as his tail pops out of his swim trunks. It was rare that he showed you this form. Sometimes you thought he was even cuter this way.

You’re nervous as he walks out into the water. Seeing your apprehension he reassures you. “Once we go in, you just have to breathe. It’ll be okay if you’re with me. Just hold on tight.”

You nod and he walks you out into the water so that the both of you are in open water, the sandy floor too far to reach. You feel an icy fear gripping you, looking out into the deep black water. “I know it looks scary,” He says, “but it’s actually quite soothing.”

“It’s so dark out there,” You say.

“You’ll be able to see. A little at least,” He replies. “As long as you’re with me. You can trust me.” He flashes you a big, cheesy smile.

“Okay Levi,” You say. “I’m ready.”

He folds his arms around you, his long, scaly fingers wrapping around your sides. “Remember, you just have to breathe. It’s going to be okay.”

With that, he dives under with you in his arms. He swims so quickly, moving through the water faster than air. Looking around, you realize you can see, at least a little. Levi is as easy to see as he would be in daylight, and that extends a ways around you as well.

Terror stabs at you when you look behind you and see the shelf, a sheer dropoff into inky blackness. You clutch tightly to him, and he holds you closer, rubbing your back with one hand.

You hold the last little bit of oxygen in your lungs for as long as you can, but eventually, you give in and feel water fill your mouth before flooding into your lungs. The first breath is terrifying, but surprisingly, it feels thinner even than air, each breath filling your body with an irresistible lightness. Soon enough you’re breathing in and out without fear.

He takes a dive, delving deeper into the abyss. All around you is black. A darkness, deeper than any you could have imagined. You can hear distant wails, the call of some strange, beautiful creature. Occasionally, through the sides of your vision, you see some kind of deep-sea creature, each stranger than the last, and it’s impossible to deny the beauty of this in spite of your fear.

“We’re almost there,” Levi says, slowing down. He lays you down gently on the sea bed, your back pressing into impossibly soft sand. He sits next to you, and leans back, smiling.

“How far down are we?” You ask.

“I’m not sure,” He says. “We could go further if you wanted.”

“I’m okay,” You laugh. You sit up and look at him. “Thanks for showing this to me.”

“Yeah!” He says. “I’m glad you like it.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“I come down here to clear my mind sometimes,” He tells you. “It’s so quiet and peaceful down here. I don’t have to see or deal with people.”

“But you brought me here,” You say.

“I don’t mind if it’s you,” He replies. He looks at you and smiles, caressing your cheek. He looks into your eyes, scaly hand on your cheek, and takes a deep, contented breath.

The strange weightlessness of the water makes this light moment feel even softer as he leans in and kisses you. You close your eyes and breathe in deep as his lips softly meet yours. His forked tongue parts your lips and finds its way to yours, the kiss growing deeper, and full of an intense yearning.

Slowly, he lowers you to the ground until your back is once again on the soft sand and he's leaning over you. You blush and so does he, as though he doesn't know what to do next.

You take his hand and place it on your chest and run your other down his chest at the same time. You can feel him shuddering as he closes his eyes. He leans forward and places a little kiss on your neck, before moving down your chest, gradually making his way down to your legs. He looks up with wide, pleading eyes, and you reassure him by cupping his cheek with your hand.

He slides your swimsuit off and runs his long fingers up and down your legs until they reach that part between them. You were worried about his talons, but he's careful with them, and the danger only leaves you feeling more excited. He looks up at you again, and you gulp as he moves his head down until it's nestled between your thighs.

The sensation of his fangs and long, serpentine tongue are unexpected, but all the sweeter. His tongue coils and flicks wildly against you in ways you never could have imagined, and the way his sharp fangs occasionally graze you and threaten a cut causes your heart to flutter in excitement.

"Levi that feels so good," you moan, as he reaches up and links his scaled fingers with your own. He doesn't let up as he does so, pushing his face into your crotch in delirious pleasure as though you're the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. Even as you back away, he pushes further, denying you even the slightest breathing room. Though he's shy and nervous normally, something has overtaken him.

Your moans grow louder and more impatient as he goes down on you and you can feel anticipation building up. He can feel the waves of pleasure that you ride, and matches your rhythm until you finally crash back down in an intense orgasm.

His tongue retracts back into his mouth as he climbs on top of you. He pulls his swimsuit down to reveal a thick, knotted cock. You smile, pulling him back into a kiss as you take his cock in your hand. You stroke it, though he doesn't need any encouragement; he's as hard as can be already. You only want to feel his thickness throbbing impatiently in your hand.

You guide him to your entrance. Slowly, he pushes in, and you let a moan out. With no one around, you can be as loud as you want, and as he pushes back in, you never had much of a choice anyway. He gives you little time to adjust, getting more impatient and excited by the second. Soon enough he's thrusting his hips roughly and erratically, losing sight of any sort of rhythm in his excitement. You can feel his knot pressing up against your hole periodically, but he knows better than to push it in just yet. He's not quite close enough yet, but your shrieks of pleasure let him know that you're getting close and that drives him wild.

He thrusts harder and harder with each second, his knot pushing a little further into you until it's nearly in. His frantic breathing tells you he's close, and just when you think he can't take any more, you feel the knot slide into you, your hole clenching around the base. The newfound fullness pushes you over the edge and you're barely able to squeak out "I'm cumming," as you feel his cock pulsing inside of you, pumping you full of his seed that his knot will hold in. It continues to swell, the pressure finding new places and forms of pleasure within you.

He catches your eyes, the only thing to see more or less down here. He blushes, looking away, but you press you hand to his cheek and turn his eyes back to yours. His hips are still moving a little, the pleasure almost too much for him to bear. Through his ragged breath and twitchy movements, he can barely hold eye contact, but as you lean in and kiss him, he just melts.

By the end of the kiss, his knot has shrunken somewhat, and he slips out. Exhausted, he collapses onto you, and rests his sweet head on your chest. "That was amazing," He says.

"Yeah," you say with a smile. "I'm glad we got to share such a special moment down here. In this place that is so important to you."

"You're important to me too," He says. "I'll bring you down here as often as you like."

You smile and relax, letting the soft sand envelop you. "I'd like that very much," You say.

[ghostisun]

cw: smut rambling

dew is so pretty it has the other ghouls stumbling on their words. then he opens his fucking mouth and absolute filth just drips from his tongue, and they realize, "why be all coy when you can tame this brat?"

and that's exactly what aether is good at, absolutely, but thinking about rain demolishing this little sprite.

all crooning and teasing taunts, pretty fingers curling in dew's hole, reaching deep, reaching far. but also, rain using his knowledge as a water ghoul to coax dew into being a whining mess, nuzzling his nose along the column of dew's neck, marking it all up.

"i would've fucked y'r gills, dewy, if y'still had them," he coos, his pelvis pressed flush on dew's groin, his cock so deep in dew's body it has dew hiccupping. "would've kissed them swollen."

and dew reacts so beautifully; hissing and kicking, but also begging. pleading. crying as euphoria razes through him.

[just-a-little-trans-chaos]

LGBTQ+ Songs

Okay! Here's 70~ queer songs, and I tried to group the songs together by what they are

Under the cut that is, as to not annoy anyone with how long this is

Some quick-ish notes:

For the aspec songs I just made my best guess since I really can't tell and didn't want to label them all as AroAce '^^

I'm using gay for MLM not just homosexual

If I got anything wrong please correct me, and if I missed any please tell me!

Alr! The songs!

Why didn't I kiss Her by Ratwyfe (Lesbian)

History Hates Lovers by Oublaire (Lesbian/Gay)

Boyfriend by Reinaeiry (Lesbian)

We fell in love in October by Girl in Red (Lesbian)

Jolene but it's gay by Reinaeiry (a lesbian cover of Jolene by Dolly Parton)

Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko (Lesbian)

Little Miss Perfect by Write Out Loud (Lesbian

I wanna be your Girlfriend by Girl in Red (Lesbian

Girls by Girl in Red (THE Lesbian song)

Jenny by Studio Killers (Lesbian)

Nancy Mulligan by Jasmine Clarke (a Lesbian cover of Edd Sheeran's Nancy Mulligan)

The Distance Between by Reinaeiry (Lesbian)

Here's to Coming Out by Chloe Ho (Lesbian?)

It's not a Phase by Jessie Paege & Lucy & La Mer (Lesbian/Bi?)

Butch 4 Butch by Ria Romeo (Lesbian, butch lesbian :P)

I found a Girl by the Vamps (Lesbian)

Sofia by Clario (Saphic)

A coming out song by Dodie (OG is bi, but there are covers for other sexualities/genders!)

Boy Bi by Mad Tsai (Bi man)

A very bisexual song by Amber Fornoles (Very Bisexual)

Girls kissing Girls by Ahil (Bisexual dispite the name!)

NEVERMIND by Maggie Brewer (Bisexual)

Bisexual Anthem by Domo Wilson (Bisexual, uh also having sex is mentioned repeatedly so CW?)

Bi Wife Energy by Cringe and the Lizards (Bi)

I don't wanna be in Love by Good Charlotte (Aro)

For Me by Dearlie (AroAce)

No Lover by Jetty Bones (Aro)

Three Words by Juze (Aro)

Never been in Love by Will Jay (Aro)

Driving Myself Home by Rose Betts (AroAce)

Version of Love by Will Jay (Aro)

I'm Good by The Mowgli's (AroAce)

Good Thing by Zedd (Aro)

Crush Culture by Conan Gray (AroAce)

Kissaphobic by Make Out Monday (Ace)

Love Love Love by Of Monsters and Men (Aro)

Despair by leo. (AroAce)

Don't Fall in Love by Danko Jones (Aro)

I think I wanna be Alone by mazie (AroAce)

Give by Jai Mohan (Graysexual)

All My Friends are Falling in Love by Jack Newsome (Aro)

Casual Sex by my Darkest Days (Aro)

Love is greed by Passion Pit (Aro/Ace?)

Please don't say you love me by Gabriella aplin (Aro)

Never want to fall in love with u by Nelward (Aro)

Soul mate by Lizzo (Aro)

How do you love? By the Regrettes (Aro)

Dry Spell by Jordy (Ace? Gay?)

Stacy's Brother by Mad Tsai (Gay)

Bring you Home by Ryan Nealon (Gay)

Ken&Barbie by Kate Gill (Gay)

Man to Man by Dorian Electra (Gay)

Flamboyant by Dorian Electra (Flamboyant guy, Gay?)

The Same Old Country Love Song by Brian Falduto (Gay)

Adam & Steve by Dorian Electra

What a Beautiful Day by Brett Every (Gay)

True Trans Soul Rebel by Against Me! (Trans)

Build a Bear by Maggie Brewer (Transmasc)

This is Home by Cavetown (Transmasc & AroAce)

The Village by Wrabel (Transmasc)

Daughter by Ryan Cassata (Transmasc, Ryan suggests you don't listen to it if you have bad dysphoria)

MASCULINITY by Lucky Love (Transmasc/Gay)

Rebel Rebel by David Bowie (Genderqueer/fluid?)

Loki is Genderfluid by Song a Day (Genderfluid)

Gender Envy (Genderqueer)

IDK if I'm a boy (Trans?)

I/Me/Myself by Will Wood (Non-conforming man I think, but also could be seen Genderfluid/Trans exc)

I'm Coming Out by Diana Ross (Misc queer woman)

Fuck You by Lily Allen (Fuck you homophobes :3)

Everyone is Gay by A Great Big World (General queer, mostly focused on homosexuality)

Hating on Love by Dustin Bird (Gay/Lesbian/Queer)

[moldycantaloupe]

hello,

maybe ²⁷⁾ “why don’t we use some of your toys?” with Rain and Dew?👀

saw this ask while at work and blushed. from my inbox to your feed, here's 620 of Rain being bratty turned to Dew being bratty. no real cw, maybe power play? just go into this knowing they have a green light system.

here's the prompt list!

“What?”

Dew was baffled at the audacity of his water ghoul, to say the least. They had courted him in the middle of dinner, feeling up his thigh underneath the table until his dick was half hard, whispering sweet nothings into his ear with the husk in their voice they only use when they desperately wanted something, asking him to take them right there. He had whisked them away to their room to fulfill promises, but now kneeled between them in almost shock.

“Did I stutter?” They scoffed, laid naked as the day they were summoned in the middle of their plush bed, propped up only by their elbows. Their eyes were lidded with what seemed to be-

“I’m bored.” They put simply. 

“I’m sorry,” Dew made to sit up on his knees, arms quickly finding their way to cross over his chest as he huffed, “You basically try to fuck me at dinner, and you’re telling me you’re bored?”

Rain shrugged, as if there was anything else to it. Dew rolled his eyes before snapping his head to their closet. A swarm of ideas ran through his head as he clambered his way out of the bed, making haste to open the closet door. Rain sat further up, their feigned uninterest cracking at the seams.

“What are you doing?” They hesitated in their question.

“Are you still bored, princess?” Dew cooed, his cornsilk hair shifting on his shoulders as he leaned into them. Rain sucked in a breath and shook their head, a sob breaking through their throat.

Dew hummed as he pulled out a small box, a smug smile sitting on his lips. “Why don’t we use some of your toys then, princess?”

It took less than thirty minutes for Rain to be a writhing mess against the bedsheets. Dew had cuffed Rain’s hand behind them to the headboard with their leather bounds, a small belt strapped to their thigh with a wand snug in between, the head abusing their poor clit. They were dripping like a faucet onto the sheets, having already cummed two times against it. Dew sat next to their side as they huffed out broken and choked out moans, his touching their now overheated skin in featherlight caresses. Every now and then he’d sneak a finger underneath a gill, just to watch their back arch and wrists shake the headboard.

“No- hells, fuck, Dew-” Their gasp echoed through the room when Dew prodded a finger into them, smiling at the ragged moans they gave him.

“‘S too much, so much,” They grinded against his finger, forcing the wand further onto their weeping clit. They cried when they felt the all too familiar heat sneak into their abdomen, eyes watering as they peered up at Dew. They could feel themselves almost giving up when Dew stared back, eyes lidded in what seemed to be boredom. 

“You’re already close again?” Dew rolled his eyes and took his finger out of them, a loud whine protesting against it. “Lucifer, I’ve barely even touched you.”

“‘M gonna cum,” They continued grinding into the wand, desperate for release. “Dewey, I’m gonna cum again, it hurts, oh- fuck-”

Their insides went white hot as they came for the third time, back arched and liquid squirting out of them and onto the sheets. Their screams were silent, arms hung tight against the bounds above them. They let out a deep and breathy moan as they instantly went back to grinding against their toy, chasing the feeling until it became too much again.

“Another round, Rainy?” Dew asked in feigned innocence, eyes crinkled when he watched them start to try and squirm away from the intense vibrations. “You’re so easy to please.”

[revengeghoulette]

Dew's Necklace

MDNI, 18+ I took this cheeky little post by @sister-nyx, and turned it into this grossness. Enjoy :)

TW/CW: Choking, cumming untouched, degradation, spitting, deepthroating, Mean Rain, fuck toy Dew, cum bulge

They/Them Rain (it’s my first time writing with they/them pronouns so pls let me if I messed up somewhere in there. I tried my best to catch any mistakes) 

Trans Dew, cunt/vagina/clit used

Dew doesn’t know how long he’s been in Rain's room. It’s probably been hours. Arms above his head, wrists tied to the bed posts, blond hair splayed out underneath him, creating the illusion of a halo, but he was no angel. 

He’s covered in cum, sweat, slick, tears and lube. Rain’s cum leaking from his holes, a bulge starting to form from everything he’s taken from them.

Rain’s ruthless, unforgiving. They’ve edged Dew more times than he can remember with no release. They’re using him as a fuck toy, just how Dew likes it. He likes being at Rain's mercy.

They straddle Dew’s chest, looking at his red, splotchy face. Forcefully grabbing his face making Dew look at him. They pry open his mouth and spit it in before throwing his head back into the pillow. 

“Pathetic.” Rain scoffs. The response is a mangled cry. 

Rain’s slender fingers wrap around his neck, pressing the veins on his side. Dew’s eyes roll back, his back arches, letting out a strangled moan, pussy getting wetter by the second. Their fingers apply pressure on the faint gill scars that they know are still sensitive. 

“That’s right you slut. Moan for me, and maybe I’ll let you cum,” Rain reaches behind them and slaps his cunt, splashing slick onto his thighs, “fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

Dew bucks his hips, searching for a release, trying to reach for Rain’s hand. Rain lets go of his neck. “You’re such a fucking whore. Look at you, humping the air looking for a release. You’re going to have to beg for it.” 

“Please, Rain, please. I need to cum. Ple-” He can’t finish his plea because Rain’s fingers are wrapped around his neck again.  

“Embarrassing how you’re this wet and ready to cum just from choking.” As if they haven’t been fucking him for a few hours prior to laying him down and tying his hands. 

Rain very lightly taps Dew’s face, “What if I made you cum like this? You’d like that hm?” 

“Yes please. Rain, I need to cum. It hurts,” Dew’s begging like his life depended on it. 

Rain grabs their cock, strokes it while making eye contact with Dew. “You want this?” 

The fire ghoul underneath him nods, not confident to use his voice. Rain gets on their knees and slowly interests his dick in Dew's mouth. Dew’s gagging on Rain, but won’t tap out. He’s a good boy, a good toy, he can take them. 

“Sathanas, just listen to yourself. You know you can’t take me anymore like you used to now that your gills are gone.” 

Rain hold Dew down by his throat, feeling themselves slide down his throat. They thank the lord below for the toy they’ve been blessed with. After a few more strokes they’re cumming down Dew’s throat. 

“Fuck Dew, you’re so fucking good,” Rain pants as Dew’s crying and coughing below him. 

Once Dew’s recovered from his coughing fit, they squeeze  just enough to let the fog of that pleasant, floaty feeling fill his mind and then let go. They gradually hold his throat longer and tighter around his trachea until he's gasping and writhing. 

Dew knows this is the last of it. He knows Rain's ending ritual. Dew's clit is swollen and in pain, he needs to be touched, but he knows it's not going to happen. He feels his orgasm building up with the choking alone. Thinking about the handprints on his neck that he’ll be sporting for the next few days makes him light headed. He loves it when Rain marks him as theirs. 

Dew comes untouched with a strangled cry when they squeeze just right. Rain keeps hold of his neck as he writhes out his orgasm, applying the perfect pressure that he blacks out when he finishes.

When he comes to, he finds that Rain has uncuffed him and he’s leaning against their chest. They’re combing through Dew’s hair, getting rid of all the knots. 

“Welcome back, babe.” Rain kisses Dew before carrying him to the bath where they braid his hair and wash his body, loving every bit of his body, especially his touch starved cunt.  

[chubbyheadquarters]

TYSM FOR RESPONDING AJSHUDUD ♡♡♡,, i usually don't interact in tumblr so as you may notice i am very much excited !! <3<3<3

aNYWAYS, may i request headcanons for a mermaid!reader x sun wukong, mk and macaque? (separate!) of course, it's okay if you don't want to !! ♡♡♡, i hope you're having a great day / night 💞

It's all good! I'm always open to talk in asks! I hope you have a great day yourself! 💞💞

Genre: Romantic

Pronouns: Gender-Neutral

TW/CW: None

Characters: Sun Wukong-Monkey King, Macaque-Liu Er Mihou and MK

☀️SUN WUKONG☀️

My boy was starstruck when he first saw you. All the miscellaneous accessories that adorned you and the pieces of cloth that hugged your voluptuous figure. The way your hair framed your round face, those beautiful, curious eyes. Literally has you on his mind everyday/all day.

He definitely tells you about his adventures, always going into detail and will absolutely exaggerate things- But he can't help it! The cute expressions you make when he does makes his heart burst with joy. And in turn, he listens to all the adventures you've had, and is surprised with a lot of them.

If you ever wish to see something from the city, then he'll take you and show you at night when he knows that no one's around. He doesn't want others to see your beauty. It sounds selfish, but he thinks you're too beautiful for the world to see. A simp, if you will.

You definitely teach him how to swim. It's a bit rough at first, but he eventually loosens up. He trusts you not to do anything mean, and though he still doesn't vibe with water, at least he knows how to swim.

His monkey friends absolutely love you. You bring little gifts for them and you're always nice! They always get sad when you have to leave. You're their mermaid mom! They don't mind getting wet if it means getting hugs!

🐵MK🐵

He's so fucking stoked! He's asking all sorts of questions, like if aquamarine came from mermaid tears? Do you live forever? Can a kiss give him gills? Does your tail color change according to your mood? You explain with great detail about what's false and true, and he's jotting it down in his notes.

He always has swimwear with him should he ever feel the need to jump in the water and be next to you. Which is a lot of times. At a certain point, he just started wearing them underneath his clothes. His friends find it a bit funny, but they're just happy that MK has someone like you in his life.

He's thinks you're an absolute goddess. Literally thinks you're the most beautiful being in the world. He's always thinking about you and what you're doing while he's off doing hero stuff or work. But once he's done, he rushes to your side and you both talk for hours. He's thankful that you're in his life.

He's really thankful when you help him get to FFM with safe yet fast tides. Nowadays, he gets a mini boat and talks with you as you get him there. If you want to watch him train, he'll buy one of those small, foldable bathtubs and take you up the mountain with him.

When you wanna hang out with the others or check something out, he gets the foldable bathtub and carries you around. He wants you to be able to see the world he's experienced and do more things with you. Take you on cute little dates and share his culture with you.

🌙MACAQUE🌙

He's cautious when he first meets you. He's heard things about both mermaids and sirens, and he's yet to see either, only hearing stuff from all sorts of people. So he's on guard, trying to act all cool and stuff. But your curious and kind demeanor has him putty in your hands.

You're absolutely gorgeous to him. Even when he's seen you surface from the water over a hundred times, he's still entranced when he sees the moonlight cascade on you, like it's his first time. And seeing you so happy to see him makes his heart skip a beat everytime.

He's always stealing getting you sea themed accessories, like pearl earring, sea shell necklaces, bracelets, even little headbands and tiaras. Sometimes, he'll even make them himself! Those are the ones you cherish the most and constantly wear it.

He's not gonna lie when he says that he thinks that it's hot when you use your powers and don't even have to lift a finger, especially on your enemies. Seeing the quick change from your kind, happy expression to angry, hate filled makes him happy that he's not your enemy.

Should you ever want to go somewhere new, he'll be happy to take you. He doesn't have a foldable tub for you, so he'll hold you in his arms. Doesn't mind it one bit though, since he'll get to touch you and tease you about it. He definitely considers your little outings as dates.

Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors!

[hymemena]

Sickfic Starters #1

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: Vomit, overeating, motion sickness, nausea, unsanitary

—

"I feel so sick..."

"I shouldn't have eaten that."

"You know better than to eat that, but you did it anyway."

"Ugh, I'm gonna--"

"Bin. Now."

"Move!"

"So-sorry-- I'm s-so sorry..."

"Here, let's clean you up."

"Clothes can be washed, are you okay?"

"You don't look so good."

"You're kind of green around the gills."

"Are you sure the boat's gonna be okay?"

"I didn't think it would rock this much."

"Are you-- Oh, God, are you okay?"

"...Well, now I need new shoes."

"Here's a towel, let's get you laid down."

"You did eat a lot."

"Are you sure you've got it?"

"I'm fi-- Oh fuck--"

[leggerefiore]

Primal Thrill

cw: 18+ content, AFAB reader, eelektross Emmet, monster fucking, eggpreg, light predator kink, biting, water sex, cunt and pussy are used as descriptors

pairing: Emmet/Reader

words: 1554

another mermay addition. I should probably write a version without eggpreg haha

There was nothing quite like the thrill of the chase, you thought.

Your boyfriend seemed inclined to agree to that notion as well.

Swimming was something that you had adapted to since beginning your relationship with Emmet, an Eelektross hybrid. It was also what you were currently doing. Summer had rolled in and so had your ability to bear the ocean's waves, which meant more time spent with your beloved boyfriend physically.

And, well, more time for sex.

The water splashed around you as you swam desperately away from the hybrid. He was hot on your trail, and you could even feel moments where his hand reached out and grabbed your leg, careful not to throw off your strides. A glance behind you to him, showed a terrifying visage of the giant eel man pursuing you much like he would his prey. Those beautiful metallic eyes of his laid with slit pupils that were nearly invisible, and his grin was haunting, what with all his razor sharp teeth exposed.

Your heart raced from it, and you tried to move faster to get away from him. This was, however, not you in danger. No, this was the thrill. A predator chasing after its prey to do whatever it pleased afterwards. You almost let you a scream when his frigid hand once again grasped on to your ankle. He held on to it tightly, lead to you slowing down. Gazing back at him, you realised just how far you had gone out from the shore.

His grin grew to something between teasing and giddy as he quickly moved to hold your body against his, tail playfully wrapping around your leg. You shivered when his lips came down upon your nape, lightly biting and sucking at the flesh. You felt the urge to rub your thighs together, but were unable to due to your leg restraint. The pleasure that the thrill brought was almost embarrassing to admit.

You felt his groin press flush to yours, the slippery skin foreign to your own human texture. Your swimsuit was just in the way, but skinny-dipping did not see so appealing. Emmet let out a soft whine as he moved to rut against you. His dick was still hidden within its sheath, yet you could tell he was getting excited from his expression. You wrapped your free leg around him, alongside your arms around his neck. A few more nibbles at your neck followed before he pulled away with lidded eyes.

“… Darling,” his voice was like a purr in your ears, “I want to consume you…” His lips quickly pressed to yours. Only for but a moment, chaste, as his terrifyingly sharp teeth came to bite at your lips teasingly. You parted your lips as he sucked your tongue into his mouth. His hands came to grope at your ass as he continued to rut his hips against yours. A moan escaped from you and was swallowed by him.

His dick slowly began to press out from its sheath, long and wriggling. You swallowed as your brain rushed with feelings of pleasure that the appendage had brought you in the past. The kiss was broke as you gasped for air, Emmet's gills moving quickly, too. “Verrrry sweet,” he cooed, “You are the sweetest prey I've ever had.” You felt his thumbs lock under the waistband of your swim bottoms.

They were pressed down with slight manoeuvring of your free leg to expose your pussy to the apex predator's sight. His grin twisted into something perverse, while his eyes darkened into a cooler iron. A hand grasped your thigh easily while the other pressed a lanky finger between your folds. Another joined it as he spread you, eyes eagerly taking in the sight of your swollen cunt. A coo left him. His other hand was brought over, he pressed a finger into you. The intrusion left an excited coil in your stomach, but little in the way of actual pleasure.

Another soon joined it, Emmet's tongue pressing out from his lips as he began to scissor you open. A small groan left you. Locking your arms tighter around his neck, you moved in time with his hand's thrust. A giggle came from him, betraying the role he was playing. His hand that had been spreading your lips moved away to help support you again. For a moment, you were fucking yourself on his fingers, with him adding another somewhere in there. His thumb had come to rub against your clit, drawing out more pleasure from your body.

His fingers came to hit a perfect spot inside you, causing your toes to curl. A cry left you as you buried your face into his neck. Emmet immediately took to abusing it, working your easily into cumming on his fingers. Your moans were absolutely music to his ears, better than any song a Primarina could sing. Your walls clenched around his fingers desperately.

He slowly removed them from you, enjoying how your expression twitched with pleasure. They were brought to his mouth. His tongue circled around them. Your sweet flavour continued to send him further and further into the madness of lust. The twin wanted you. Bad. His lips pressed to yours again, quickly spreading your lovely taste into your mouth.

Emmet's hips had taken back to rutting against you once more. His brain demanded he take you, to appease the growing need in his gut. When he broke the kiss, your lidded eyes peered deep into him. He swallowed. “Emmy…” you whined, “More, Emmet, please…” You moved alongside his ruts desperately, “I want you!” With that, he let his instincts take over entirely.

Your leg was freed by him as he positioned you into a better position. The tip of his dick pressed into you; it being the thinnest part of his tendril like cock. A soft moan came from you as he pressed his way into you with relative ease, already stretched and wet from his fingers. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your head rested on his shoulder. The stretch of the base was always so filling. For a moment, you both stayed completely still in the stirring waters.

This, however, passed with Emmet finding a fast and hard pace. His thoughts were little more than to fuck and keep your head above water. Your nails dug into his back, the sting perfect in his mind. The odd feeling of his cock wriggling and twitching inside you elicited unfamiliar pleasures from you.

He found his face buried into your nape again. Teeth soon buried themselves into your skin once more as soft growls and groans escaped him. You felt the pain mixing with the pleasure of him fucking you so ferally in the water. His dick hit the entrance of your womb and caused a loud cry to escape. The teeth only dug in deeper, the surprise feeling of your walls tightening around him catching him off-guard.

You felt yourself growing hotter and more desperate. Hips moving with his, you cried out, “Emmy, more!” He easily granted your wish, hips rutting roughly. His cock pressed so deep inside you while the wriggling and massaging grew in intensity. You sobbed out as you found yourself cumming hard against him. He held on to you tightly, sharp nails digging into the softness of your thighs.

Emmet fucked you through your orgasm, causing your brain to feel a bit fried. He did release a few unexpected shocks, too, in his excitement. You could only moan and take the pleasure as he continued to rut into you.

When he finally stilled, he was buried into you as deeply as he could be. You swallowed at the feeling of the tip of his dick pressed to your cervix. The swell at the base of his cock was not an unknown one, but you could feel yourself shiver in anticipation. It travelled down his tentacle cock and came to a slow stop at the tip.

Another shock quickly surged from him, causing you to whine. The next feeling your body understood was the small eggs rolling inside you with a fluid. You nuzzled your face into his neck. Emmet supported your body with ease, strength most apparent. Another egg swell quickly followed. You curled your toes.

More and more pushed their way inside you. Another orgasm ripped from you at the third one. With every egg, you found yourself completely lost in the pleasure once more. A distension became visible in your stomach as he continued to pump his eggs into you. Emmet pecked light kisses to your temple while giving soft coos when you let out a cry.

By the time he was finished, you felt unsure if you could swim back to shore, a bit brainless from pleasure and unadjusted to the eggs. He pulled out slowly as his cock retracted back into its sheath. His arms stayed tightly around you.

“Heehee, now a real predator could catch you easily,” he teased while beginning to wade back to shore.

“... And get eel caviar?” you sassed him back, nuzzling into his neck.

“On second thought, I'd kill them!” Emmet corrected himself and began to swim faster. You chuckled at his reply.

“Mmm, love you, Em,” you yawned.

“I love you, too, darling.”

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OOOH BABY THIS ONE WAS A LONG TIME COMING. NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE!!

YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER. A DAY OF ADVENTURE WITH YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS. OH HOW TIGHTLY YOU HOLD THEM TO YOUR CHEST, AND OH HOW TERRIFYING IT IS TO WATCH THEM GET EVISCERATED BY SOMETHING YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. MAYBE IF YOU JUST LISTENED A BIT MORE, IF YOU LET THE SMART ONE LEAD THE CHARGE, THIS WOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED. ONCE AGAIN YOUR IMPULSIVENESS LEADS TO DISASTER. HEAR ME NOW, YOUNG TIDESTRIDER, YOUR STUPIDITY WILL BRING THE DEMISE OF EVERYTHING YOU WERE BORN AND FORGED TO PROTECT. HOW COULD THE PROPHECY HAVE CHOSEN SOMEONE SO USELESS? I BET YOU WISH YOU CHOSE THE RIGHT LEVER. FAILURE.

[amara-among-the-stars]

23 Mountain/Dew ❤️❤️❤️

Mountain/Dew

18+ NSFW content MDI.

“Teach me how to make you feel good.”

Water ghoul Dew bc we dont see enough of him.

Cw ish/ slight gill play but its not super there

Mountain had Dewdrop in his bed, Dew was on top of him, leaving small nips and bites, grinding against Mountain. Mountain was rubbing his back, kneading the small ghoul’s bare ass cheeks.

“Teach me how to make you feel good mm Droplet?” Mountain whispered, nipping at Dew’s collar bone.

The silvery haired ghoul let out a small whine.

“Y-You can put a finger in me Mo. M’ so wet.” Dewdrop stuttered out, his flushed cock rubbing against Mountain’s stomach. Mountain let out a groan, circling Dew’s wet rim before pushing his finger in. Both let out moans.

“F-Fuck! There. Feel so good Mounty.” Dewdrop gasped. Mountain moaned and continued, adding another finger. Dewdrop was wet, and Mountain was enjoying the feeling of Dew clenching around him.

“Can I put my cock in your ass? Think you'll fit?” Mountain whispered, leaving love bites across Dewdrop’s chest.

The smaller ghoul whined and nodded, grinding down onto Mountain’s fingers. Mountain spent his time stretching Dewdrop out, taking the excess slick pouring from Dew’s hole and slicked his cock up, adding extra lube just in case.

“Spread your cheeks for me Dew.” Mountain huffed. Dewdrop groaned, doing so and let Mountain push him onto the Earth Ghoul’s thick cock.

Dewdrop gasped, eyes rolling back. The Earth Ghoul moaned as he felt Dew clench.

“Easy baby. You can take charge. Tell me what to do Lovebug.” Mountain spoke, his hands rubbing Dew’s hips, letting Dew get comfortable with the stretch.

Dewdrop grabbed Mountain’s face, pressing a messy chaste kiss to his lips and started riding the Earth Giant.

“Fuck. Mountain you’re so big. Feels good. C-Can you wrap your hand around my cock? Please?” Dew asked, rubbing Mountain’s nipples.

“Y-Yeah. I can Lovebug.” Mountain answered, wrapping his large hand around Dew’s leaking cock. Mountain let Dewdrop grind and bounce on his cock.

“Play with my gills? The one on my waist?” Dewdrop asked, eyelashes fluttering.

Mountain did so, carefully petting and stroking his gills with one hand and the other stroking Dewdrop’s cock.

“C-Close. Harder please. Fucking hell. I can feel your knot. You gonna knot be big guy?” Dewdrop gasped out. Mountain groaned, head hitting the pillow as he jacked Dew off.

“If you want me to I will.” Mountain answered.

“Y-Yeah. Fuck me hard please.” Dewdrop moaned out, batting Mountain’s hand off his cock and moving Mountain’s hands to his waist.

“Can be rough. Like it rough.” Dew huffed out. Mountain let out a snarl, gripping his small hips and thrusting into Dewdrop’s tight wet hole. He pushed his knot in and came inside the smaller ghoul seated on him.

“Oh! Fuck!” Dewdrop yelped, eyes rolling back once more, cock twitching and cumming all over himself and Mountain. Dewdrop slumped foreward, mouthing at Mountain’s chest.

“Was that okay?” Mountain asked, rubbing Dew’s back. Dewdrop nodded.

“Better than okay. Was great.” Dewdrop slurred.

Mountain let out a content purr, and they basked in each other’s presence. Afterwords, Mountain carefully moved Dewdrop off his softened length, scooping him up and taking him to the bathroom. Mountain cleaned him up, pressing soft kisses to every inch of Dew’s skin and after their shower he wrapped Dew in a soft blanket, putting him on a chair as Mountain cleaned up his bed, and then cuddling the smaller ghoul, nuzzling into Dew’s neck, careful of his gills there.

“Thank you Mounty.” Dewdrop whispered, emitting small purrs.

“Anything for you Lovebug.” Mountain replied, kissing his neck.

[opposedsnzs]

first serious snzfic in a hot minute? wanted to indulge in writing for my own ocs in hopes other people would be interested. (considering making an art piece for this but this drained my energy for the day so maybe later)

cw for brief (not that descriptive?) mentions of mess and gills

"Something Warm." The tavern had a warm glow to it. It was almost humid with the bustle of voices and body heat. Not quite an uncomfortable heat, just on the border of it, but overall it was pleasant. It was a rather peaceful evening within the tavern. There was consistent chatter, it seemed to be rather busy. Not over packed however, which was a good thing. There was a live band playing that day, something fast paced. Something that perfectly fits the mood, upbeat, loud, just audible above the liveliness of the place.

Towards the end of the night the company started to filter out. Not everyone left, there was still a good handful. But the majority left and the music played by the live band had begun to slow down to a slower tune. It was beginning to quiet down--

“ihhHGnSHH..!!”

…except for that.

Pescado sat at the bar of the tavern, practically hunched over on himself. A wooden mug filled with… something warm. He wasn’t entirely sure what the liquid in the cup was. That was what he quite literally had asked for. “Something warm.” It was a comfortable heat, it probably had honey in it. It was soothing, nothing like the elf had ever drank before. But it was nice. 

Traveling in tundra like lands was definitely something Pescado had not prepared for. It wasn’t as harsh as he thought it was. He was aware it would be cold, he traveled underwater frequently with his family and they more often than not ventured to chiller waters. But the cold temperatures of the waters were much different than on land. 

He had been fine for the first while, at least until a snowstorm hit and he was ultimately fucked. Thin, deep v-necked poet's shirt did nothing to fend off the freezing air, neither did his pants, which were just as thin and ended just under his knees. Immediately he knew he’d regret this decision later on.

He had reached a tavern in the midst of some sort of event… or maybe it was just busy. Regardless, Pescado needed somewhere warm to spend a couple of days at, at least until he could further prepare himself, somehow. He had the coins to afford it.

The blue-skinned elf had been seated at the bar since then, shivering for a good while until he got his hands on the warm drink. Almost immediately it warmed him up to an extent. The warmth only triggered his nose to run, followed by persistent sniffling that shortly lead up to the sneezing beginning to kick in. He had been able to keep it subtle, muffling their nose into their shoulder or hands, or angled down towards his chest. It had been busy enough that no one took note (except for maybe the tavern keeper..) The other downside to the potential oncoming cold, was his gills. The reddish hue that made his nose almost purple-ish began to travel down to his gills. He could feel it, they were sore and warm and wet to the touch as he occasionally brought a hand up to rub at them. He wouldn’t be surprised if he later discovered his hips were in a similar condition. With the noise settling, Pescado felt suddenly self-conscious as his breath hitched again. His eyes fluttered, opting to angle his head downwards again, pinching his nose shut in the process. “hh-Hh’knGXT..!!”

That was a mistake.. Pinching his nose had opted for the mess to expel from his gills, leaving clear trails leaking from the achy gills on his neck. Staining his shirt with slightly darker patches. 

Embarrassing…

“Ohh.. for--hihh..HNGSssh.. hhaT-SCHiew..!” this wasn’t getting any better for him was it? Stifling, ironically, caused too much of a mess, but he couldn’t seriously sneeze quietly for the life of him.

Sniffling, he lifted the mug to his lips. The warm, good tasting liquid was soothing and gave him the illusion that it was helping.. but he knew it was not.

Pescado sat slumped over his drink for some time longer, not noticing when the music died down completely. It wasn’t until there was the thump of steady footsteps in his direction that he was dragged out of his misery. Lifting his head with a less than subtle sniff, he peered over his shoulder, he saw someone approaching him. 

He was nervous. He wasn’t familiar with the people in this area, and he was less than presentable right now. “Ay! You over there, the blue fellow.” The other singled him out, a heavy accent of.. something Pescado couldn’t quite put a finger on. He was dressed in what seemed to be a loose, silky pair of pants, and nothing else save for some bandages that were wrapped around his arms and torso, however he didn’t know if that counted in the clothing area. Thick dark hair curtained his face, which seemed almost goat-like. Nothing like the elf had ever met before. Despite his fascination with the new characters' looks, that didn’t snuff his embarrassment. Goat-man spoke again in the same heavy voice. “Ya doin’ alright over there?” “Snff… er… yeah. I suppose I’m just fine.” Pescado managed, unconvincingly. Congestion was beginning to creep into his voice, which was just what he needed. “Saw you sniveling over here when we started the show, thought I ought to check in on you if you didn’t leave. I do not think I’ve seen you around here, no?”

Pescado took a moment before opening his mouth to talk, which backfired as his breath caught in his throat. Instinctively he muffled a sneeze into his shoulder, bringing his wrist up to his nose to try and fail to put a stop to how much it was running. “Apologies- no I’m not from around he--Ehh’HHdSHhew… lords..” he grumbled under his breath, his wrist still pressed firmly against his septum. “‘ts no problem. Those not from chillier parts always underdress for the weather. You’re just one of them poor fools.” they said with a chuckle, patting Pescados shoulder. The action triggered a wince and a slight itch, but not nearly enough to make them sneeze again. 

Pescado said nothing to this. His face only grew a darker shade with embarrassment. He was normally cocky and others had the tendency to fuck around and get himself kicked out of places. But the (hopefully) mild ailment threw a wrench in his humor, and he sort of just wanted this over with, at least until he heard goat-mans next offer.

“Interested in spending a day or two in my quarters? They’re not much but it’s the least I can do for a poor bastard like yourself, get’cha back on your feet so you don’t freeze to death out there.”

The elf didn’t want to say yes immediately, something felt odd about it… but then again he was offering what seemed to be genuine hospitality. Who was he to refuse? It wasn’t liek he had a better idea. “Th--thh-ihHGNTsshh!! … HHhgshmfff.. That would be appreciated if you would not mind.” He grumbled in a somewhat polite tone. Opting to muffle the second sneeze into his sleeve before picking up 

[hidden-shame-707]

Fish Fingered

(gender non conforming (AFAB) ocxThe Deep)

Minors do not interact.

CW: Canon Deep behavior (diddling sea life and SA) mentioned, dirty talk, fingering, gill play, bottoming, doms, blackmail, taking him down a peg so to speak.

Kevin Moskowitz was many things.

He was The Deep. 

He was a member of The Seven. 

A champion of maritime justice.

Extremely good looking, if he did say so himself (and he did).

But he was also incredibly, mind-numbingly, stupid.

This fact was verified for Dom when he ‘conveniently’ missed an important HR meeting a week earlier about workplace harassment, much to their non-surprise. Maybe due to a guilty conscience. More than likely he just didn’t take this very seriously. 

They took the time out of their busy schedule and set up another meeting today, specifically for the semi-aquatic little shit, only for him to show up just as they were packing up their work bag and getting ready to leave.

The heavy doors of the meeting room opened as he peaked his way inside.

“Hey, sorry I was late-"

He started before looking them over skeptically.

“I, uh, I’m supposed to be meeting with a Dominique?" 

Clearly he was expecting someone else.

Not a tall, broad shouldered… Person… In a silk tie and tailored slacks. 

'Someone with a name like that should at least have a nice pair of tits,’

Kevin thought to himself disappointedly. 

He was so perplexed, he didn't even hear the doors lock behind him as he stepped inside. 

“That's me. Some days I’m Dominique, some days I'm Dominic. You can call me Dom.”

They smiled kindly, hiding their true annoyance. 

“Really,"

He started to laugh, before realizing that they were being completely serious. 

“That’s a little weird." 

Dom cocked their head playfully. 

"Oh? You of all people would know that most Clownfish are born male, but transition into females. Parrot fish pretty much do the opposite. Some species of Gobies can switch back and forth.”

The Deep’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

"You… You like fish?”

"Hm, no, not particularly, but I try to do a little research on things that interest my clients. Certain things we might talk about. Keeps me one step ahead.”

Dom took off their suit jacket and hung it up neatly on the back of one of the rolling chairs that surrounded the large v-shaped table and carefully rolled up the sleeves of their white button up dress shirt, before gesturing for the superhero to sit beside them. 

"Take a seat, Kevin."

Using his civilian name struck him by surprise.

He paused, but then obliged.

The order was spoken kindly enough, but with firm authority.

He couldn't help but feel like something was slightly off.

"Yeah, I’m honestly not sure why we are having this meeting," The Deep said breezily, 

"I’ve already done like five of these classes and-"

Dom raised a hand to silence him, with all the patience of a long suffering elementary school teacher.

“Slow down, why do you think you’re being made to take this class?”

Kevin scoffed, shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't know."

He lied blatantly, not looking them in the eyes.

Dom leaned forward in their seat, clicking their tongue in disapproval.  

“Come on, Kevin. I know that you know why you’re here.”

There was his name again. 

"Is it because I missed the first meeting?”

He asked, almost sheepishly. 

Dom sighed, clearly disappointed with his answer. 

"Hm, to tell the truth, you were the reason why the original meeting was scheduled in the first place.”

They leaned over and reached for their black leather work bag, before producing a thick manilla folder with Kevin’s name on it, before setting it on the table. 

"This is only some of the infractions that were reported. I'm sure there were more that I'm not aware of.”

Dom leaned back in their chair with their hands behind their head.

"And of course we can't exactly take reports from the numerous ocean life you’ve… Had relations with…”

‘Oh, fuck.’

The Deep stiffened in his seat.

Nobody was supposed to know about that. 

“Look, all of that was completely consensual-"

Dom shook their head. 

“I really don't want to get into the fact that you just said that. I have a lot of different jobs. I'm not a therapist. I don't get paid enough to deal with that shit.”

Dom exhaled deeply, collecting their thoughts.

"I have a very specific set of skills that I have been hired for. See, I hate when people who have power use it to step on other people's necks. Just can’t stand it.”

They stood up, letting the chair slide back behind them, and pushed their sleeves further up their forearms.

"So, my job, as given to me by the high-ups, is to provide you with a little... Corrective punishment. The public can only forgive an unrepentant rapist so many times, and that's before the animal-rights groups have your head for fucking the entire cast of Sea World.” 

Dom smiled.

Kevin recognized that as the same look in a hungry shark's eyes right before a feeding frenzy. 

“What… What kind of corrective punishment?”

He asked, his voice sounding very small, before clearing his throat and trying to summon some of his false bravado. 

There was a brief moment of silence before Dom reached over to their work bag and without a word produced a bottle of water based lube, a ball gag, a ten inch silicone dildo, and set it all out on the polished wooden table. 

Kevin's face went as pale as a sheet of paper.

“Oh… N-no, you can't be serious,”

He laughed uneasily. 

Kevin stood up from his chair, quickly pushing it backwards before taking hurried steps over to the exit and frantically pulling on the handle. 

Locked.

'Fuck.'

Dom raised an eyebrow, cocking their head in amusement.

“Don't take this personally, but you literally don't have a choice. Just think of it as a ‘learning experience’. Now, get over here. Pants down.”

Kevin swallowed.

Was he going to be made to take off the top-piece of his suit too? He reluctantly went to unzipper it, but before he could, Dom had gotten up from their seat and taken his hand firmly.

“I'm not evil, Kevin. I’ve read your files. I know you aren't comfortable with showing your chest. Just the pants. That's it.”

Kevin blinked in surprise.

"Oh. Uhm, okay… Thanks?" 

“Don't thank me. Just consider yourself lucky that you had more agency than those women you assaulted."

Those words twisted shamefully in his gut. 

Moments later, The Deep was lying across Dom’s lap in one of the office chairs, ball gag between his teeth. 

“Be still. I’ve got to prep you, otherwise this will be even more unpleasant,"

They explained patiently, massaging fistfuls of Kevin's smooth, pale ass, giving it a playful little spank before grabbing the bottle of lube.

Kevin shuddered as the cold lubricant was squirted between his spread cheeks.

Dom’s skilled fingers ran along the outside of the pink, hidden muscle, causing The Deep’s entire body to tense up. 

“I'm not gonna lie, this is gonna hurt a little bit at first.”

The superhero tried to protest, but with the gag in his mouth, it just came out as a pathetic whimpering groan. 

“Deep breath, big guy," Dom encouraged, before plunging a finger inside.

The pressure made Kevin gasp involuntarily, his eyes rolling back in his head, hips jerking forward.

“Mmmmffff!"

He whimpered, his cries muffled as Dom worked their finger in and out, angling it deeper. 

“Oh? You seem to be enjoying that a little too much. Maybe I should add another, hmm?”

They didn't wait for an answer before slipping another finger inside the tight muscle and scissoring them back and forth. 

‘OH SHIT,'

Kevin squirmed, shutting his eyes tight. 

“Mm, look at that, you’re taking it so well.”

Dom cooed in mock approval, using one hand to pump away mercilessly, the other to give comfort and reassurance by rubbing the back of Kevin's neck and shoulders. They were actually surprised when he started lifting his hips up to meet their hand. Dom could feel Kevin's hardening member rubbing against the side of their thigh, dribbling precum, desperate for some friction.

The whole image was comically pathetic.

A superhero being reduced to a whimpering puddle.

“Hey now, remember, this is supposed to be a punishment,"

They chuckled before letting up, just a bit,

“Can’t have you getting too comfortable, can I? If I let you cum now, the fun will be over before we’ve even started…”

The Deep strained to turn his head to look at Dom, praying that seeing him like this, at his most feeble and vulnerable, would somehow cause them to show him mercy.

Maybe not stop completely, because to be honest, he was really starting to enjoy this.

‘Fuck, does this mean I’m gay?’

He didn't know why that thought bothered him more than the fact he had sex with marine animals, but it did.

Dom managed to reach out and catch his chin in their hand, wiping a stray string of drool that had dribbled from the corner of his mouth, locking eyes with Kevin.

“You know what, I think you are thinking too much. I bet you don't hear that too often, do you?”

Dom chuckled, undoing the snap that held the gag in place.

The Deep used the back of his hand to wipe a strand of drool from his facial hair, and then rub his jaw to ease the tension that the toy caused.

Dom took notice of this.

“You need a break before we move on to the main event?”

“To be honest,"

Kevin started, his throat dry,

“I was kinda hoping you forgot about that."

“Mm, you aren't that lucky, guppy. Hop up."

Dom gave the man a playful swat on the rear before Kevin found his way to his feet, pants still around his thighs. 

Dom got up and rustled through their bag before procuring a bottle of water and tossing it to The Deep.

“What are you, some fucked up version of Mary Poppins?"

He asked before taking a large sip.

“Ooh, clever with the jokes. Watch it or I'll have that gag right back on you." 

"Is that a threat or a promise?”

Kevin shot back without thinking, instantly scanning their face to see if that was a mistake.

Dom just laughed.

“Why don't you give me a second and come find out,”

they teased before starting to unbutton their shirt and slip off their tie.

“What are you-" Kevin started, before being struck silent. 

“Relax, I just don't want you to make a mess of my work clothes." 

Dom realized that the man was standing there, staring at them. Staring at their bare torso.

“Oh. Yeah, sorry, hopefully this doesn't bother you too much."

They gestured to their surgery scars. 

Neatly healed incisions on either side of their chest. 

For a moment everything was quiet.

“Can… Can I see?”

"Uh… I guess, yeah?”

Kevin walked over to stand toe-to-toe with Dom, inspecting the marks before looking them in the eyes.

“Can I… Can I touch it?”

‘Oh God, was that a weird thing to ask?’

“I mean, sure?"

They let The Deep put his hand on their chest, carefully using his fingers to trace the path of the scars.

"Does it hurt?”

"Nah, alot of the nerves were severed so I don't feel much of anything in that area anymore.”

They were so close. 

Close enough that Kevin could smell their cologne, clean and strong, like patchouli and peppercorn and fresh linen.

He wanted so badly to cup their face with his hands and steal a kiss that it was almost painful, and to be completely honest, it should be. He was disgusting. A freak. He didn't deserve to be anywhere near them.

He deserved punishment.

He deserved all the shame he felt.

They saw him as he truly was, pathetic and full of loathing, and made him look at himself. 

They took him apart carefully, with the practiced skill of a master artist, and God he wanted more. 

Kevin’s mind was clouded with desire. His heart pounded in his chest, echoing in his ears. Before he could even realize what he was doing, he had reached up and yanked down the zipper of his suit and tossed it on the floor like the vest was on fire. 

He deserved this humiliation, standing there with his chest bare, pants around his thighs, expecting Dom to wrinkle their nose in disgust at the sight of his hated gills, but instead, they cocked their head.

“This is why you did what you did to those women? Because you were embarassed of this?” Dom asked quietly, before looking him right in the eyes and sighing disappointedly.

“You did what you did because people made you feel less-than human, so you made them feel the same way.” 

For a moment, the statement hung in the air around Kevin. An uncomfortably heavy truth that wrapped around him like a weighted blanket. What was there that he could possibly say? Just when he thought the silence was going to consume him, Dom gently echoed the same question Kevin had asked earlier.

“So…  Can I touch it?”

Dom smirked, going right back into their role of someone with a job to do. 

The Deep almost felt his brain short circuit.

“Y-Yeah, oh my God, yeah, if you want to, I mean, I know it's pretty gross but-” 

He could feel himself babbling and quickly tried to shut himself up. 

They rested their hands on his pectorals, gently dragging their nails across his skin through the well manicured smattering of dark chest hair before starting to move to the sides of his torso.

He closed his eyes, partially because it felt so good, and partially out of embarrassment. 

His gills flared out in anticipation of Dom’s gentle touches as they ran their fingers along the tiny filaments. 

The feeling was similar to how it feels right before a sneeze, causing Kevin to inhale sharply, and the arches of his gills to flutter shut around Dom’s fingers. 

He sputtered and winced at the sudden sensation, making Dom pull their hand back quickly, the friction of the dry digits being forcefully removed took the air from his lungs.

“Oh, fuck! I’m so sorry, are you okay?!”

They asked, voice full of concern as Kevin struggled to catch his breath.

“I-I’m fine,” he wheezed shakily, his pupils dark and blown out, his bare member at half attention already.

“Fuck, can you do that again?"

Dom blinked in absolute disbelief.

"Alright, but I'm using lube and we need a safeword."

“Octopus."

They rolled their eyes. 

“Of course. Very on brand. Are you going to be able to say that if you’re choking?"

"Fuck, fine, I'll tap you on the shoulder or something, just please…”

“Alright, alright, I’ll take care of you."

They sighed like it was a herculean task, but a ready smile played on their lips as they reached for the lube that sat on the table. 

Dom coated their fingers with a healthy amount, taking the time to warm it up between their palms.

“You’re going to tell me if it hurts, right?"

They asked, wanting to be one hundred percent sure that this is what he wanted.

“Pleassssee…” 

Kevin whined as Dom laughed softly, sliding their hands down rubbing circles over his nipples.

“What a needy little boy, hm? We have to be careful though, darling, I don't want to hurt you more than you can handle…”

The Deep was already panting when Dom reached just under his ribcage, slipping into the gills with a wet sounding shlick just up to their first knuckle.

“Nnnngh…”

He threw his head back, chest heaving under the gentle pressure.

“That’s a good boy,”

they gently murmured, carefully exploring the inner cavity of his chest, curling their fingers, and removing them with a satisfying and raunchy sounding pop that made Kevin's spine tingle and curl in on himself, his hardening cock bobbing against his sculpted stomach.

“You aren't going to bother anyone again, are you? Because you know you can only get this from me. No one and nothing will ever make you feel as good as I do.”

Kevin took a shuddering breath as Dom massaged the inside of his gills, carefully working up to the next knuckle.

“And you are going to be so good, and so well behaved from now on, aren't you?”

He inhaled sharply, gills shutting around their fingers, the suction causing Dom’s digits to slide slightly deeper.

"Y-Yes… So… Good…  All for you…"

Kevin rasped weakly, trying his best to suck in air. 

Again, Dom removed one of their hands from his chest, but this time brought it up to The Deep’s lips.

“Open. Ahh, look at you, you’re a natural. One day I'm going to ruin that pretty mouth of yours…" 

Kevin’s tongue wrapped lewdly around their fingers, his senses completely filled with them.

He couldn't wait. 

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Waves are Calling pt.2

***Kicking off the spooky season with Pt. 2 of Yandere Grand Admiral Levi! I hope you all are as excited for this as I am 🥰 Thank you for the support! And a special thank you to the Hive Discord for being my Beta readers and always being there for me to bounce ideas around with! -BW***

Summary: The now captured Siren!MC must adjust to their new home in the House of Lamentation. The land dweller has left them alone and now its just them and whatever else lurks in these strange halls.

Part 1

CW: Yandere behaviour/possessiveness, violence, slight gore

A small goldfish glared at you from across the room in a 40 gallon fish tank.

You found that insulting more than anything.

The fact that this small, insolent pet had the gull to glare at you for taking over what was, assumably, once its home as though it was something you had happily chosen.

Never mind the fact that you had been cowering in the farthest possible corner since being dragged away from your home, gagged and thrown here.

The land dweller hadn't shown his stupid face since imprisoning you, which was quite honestly even more insulting than the gold fish.

At least the gold fish was there for you to express your mutual hatred of each other.

All the land dweller had done was nearly suffocate you from keeping you out of the water for so long as he sailed with you on his ship, and then ran through a house with you over his shoulder at nearly break neck speed before tossing you in a giant tank and barking at you to stay quiet.

He truly is such a charmer.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

You flinched back at the sudden noise, drawing closer into yourself as the resonating knocks filled the room once more.

Why would the land dweller knock on his own door? Was there someone else that lived in this hell hole as well? The land dweller didn't seem like the type to make friends which meant-

A small scratching noise came from the other side of the door and your breath hitched through your gills.

Someone was breaking in.

You frantically looked around the tank for anything to defend yourself. But all that laid were stupid painted pebbles and the occasional plant.

Having no other choice, you dove behind one of the stalks of java fern.

A low cackle filled the room as the door creaked open. "Gotta get better locks, Levi," an accented voice snickered. "Now, let's see what ya got for the Great Mammon."

Muffled shuffles and mumbling filled the room as the intruder went through the land dweller's belongings. You got glimpses through the sea plants leaves of white hair and a brown coat.

The noises suddenly stopped as the man stood in front of the goldfish's tank.

"Henry?" he thought aloud. "The hell are you doin' out here when got the big tank just over-" you squeaked and ducked down as blue eyes swept over in your direction.

Your heart pounded with every heavy foot fall moving closer to you.

"Wh-What ..."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You winced, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to make yourself smaller.

"Oi!" The voice shouted from the other side of the glass. "I can see ya!"

You shook your head helplessly — there wasn't much else you could do in the situation except tremble and shake.

"Hey! Hey, stop with the whole shaking thing. You look like a kicked freaking puppy," you hesitantly cracked open an eye, peering up at the confused man before you. His eyebrows were narrowed, and a frown dug at the corners of his lips, but unlike the other land dweller his eyes seemed to gleam in a sympathetic curiosity more than anything.

Cerulean eyes widened as your gazes finally locked, and for a second he almost looked flushed. "Woah," he breathed as he pressed a hand against the glass. "What are you?"

You lifted your chin, showing the man the rest of your face as you pointed the gag firmly fixed onto your face.

The man's nose scrunched up as he shook his head. "What the fuck? The hell is Levi up to?" He shook his head and made his way over to the small step ladder that stood beside the tank. "Come over here, Fish Stick."

Yeah, no way that was happening.

You narrowed your eyes at the man and flicked your tail in annoyance.

He snorted and shook his head. "Ya can throw a fit and glare at me all ya want, but that ain't gonna get the gag off ya," he smirked as he proudly gestured to himself. "Let good old Mammon help ya out so we can chat, yeah?"

You didn't exactly want to chat, but that stupid gag was digging into the corners of your mouth and was extremely uncomfortable. With another warning thump your tail, you cautiously swam over to Mammon and allowed your head to break the surface.

His breath audibly hitched as he looked down at you, "Oh," he whispered, his eyes scanning the scales dotting you cheeks and gills extending down your neck. "You're somethin' else, Fishie."

He nearly fell off the ladder as you splashed him.

"OI!" He shouted as he regained his balance. "I'm the one tryin' to help ya! Knock it off!"

You glowered at him from beneath your gag and finally moved close enough for him to reach you.

With a heavy sigh, he reach behind your head and got to work on the mechanism keeping you silent. "Fucking hell," he cursed as his arms flexed. "And here I thought Levi took good care of his pets," he paused and looked down at you. "Not that you're a pet. I mean, you could be. You do have a tail. But so does Levi sometimes. A different tail tough. His is a snake, while yours is like a gold fish or somethin'. I'm still working out what exactly you are. Never seen anythin' like ya before."

You blocked out his words, your shoulders sagging in relief as the gag was finally removed and you could stretch out your mouth.

Mammon smiled smugly at you as he swung the gag around his finger. "There! Now, don't ya have somethin' to say to your saviour?"

You smiled sweetly at him and nodded your head as you leaned in close.

The walls shook and Mammon flew off the ladder as a sonic screech burst from your mouth.

The man writhed on the ground clutching his ears as you continued screaming. You knew it wouldn't do anything. It wouldn't bring you back to the sea or break you out of this prison, but it felt damn good.

The door to the room broke open as a tall man with raven-like wings stood threateningly. His eyes snapped from Mammon struggling on the ground to you.

He faltered only for a second before, faster than you could comprehend, he lunged forward and wrapped his hand around your throat. You choked as your gills were blocked off, hissing violently as you scratched the gloved hands stopping your air supply.

"What," he growled, glaring deeply at you. "in the seven circles is a siren doing here?"

Mammon panted on the ground as he finally sat up. "I-Is that what they are?" he cursed as he brought a hand tenderly to his ears. "Fuck, I think my ears are bleeding."

His ears were, in fact, bleeding.

You smiled as the crimson began to stain his hair pink. The hand around your throat grew tighter. The edge of the tank dug sharply into your torso as he pulled you down. "Do you think this is funny?" he spat. "Your kind isn't even meant to be in existence, and yet I find you here attacking my family."

Your tail whacked harshly against the glass on instinct, trying desperately to hit the man hurting you.

Suddenly the myths and legends surrounding your ancestors and their death made sense. It wasn't that you were naturally violent and sought to kill and maim land dwellers — it was that they gave you no choice but to lash out in defense.

You could speak no words, sing no notes, as only wheezes made it past your lips.

"Woah, woah, calm down," Mammon weakly rose to his feet and grabbed onto the man's jacket. "Let's think about this! What do we gain from killing them?"

The man scoffed as his crimson glare hardened. "Use your head, this thing almost killed you."

Mammon yanked on the man's arms — his grip didn't even budge — "Yeah! You do that all the time! But do ya know what ya never give me? Money! Do ya know how much people would pay to actually get to hear a siren sing?! And then we could get them to charm the crowd into giving us even more money! So just calm down and-"

"You've got five seconds to get your greedy hands off my siren before I summon Lotan," everyone froze as a familiar, near-feral growl came from the door.

Orange eyes burned through the back-lit shadow of Leviathan.

For once, his fire-filled glare wasn't fixed on you, but on the two men in front of you. He stepped over his fallen door with slow precise steps. "I won't ask twice. Let them go, Lucifer."

Lucifer didn't move. "They nearly killed Mammon," he spat.

Leviathan cocked an eyebrow as he glanced over at his brother. "Considering their gag is now off, he was asking for it. They couldn't have removed it on their own. Now let them go. They're mine."

Mammon frowned deeply, "What do you mean they're yours? How the hell did ya even get them here?"

"I'm wondering that myself," Lucifer sniped. "Sirens aren't exactly easy to find. They were believed to be extinct entirely."

Leviathan's face shifted ever so slightly from furious rage to manic excitement. "I know right? It's fate! They've been playing with Lotan for months without me even knowing. I finally decided to follow him to see what he's been up to and there they were! Their tail was sparkling brighter than any of Mammon's jewels and their voice-" he sighed happily as his eyes drifted over to you. "I knew they were meant to be mine. So I brought them where they belong — home."

Shivers ran down your spine at the pure content in his voice.

Mammon's jaw dropped, "And you just swiped them?! What about their scream? How are you not dead?"

Leviathan chuckled as he moved over to the three of you. "Oh they tried. I think several of my crew members had their ear drums combust from when we tried bringing them on board — a pity really. But they're just a little guppy," he cooed as he caressed your face. You tried to flinch back, but were held firmly in place by Lucifer's hand. "Once I got that gag on them, they were practically useless. I was trying to get Solomon to come and cast a silencing spell on them so I can mute them as needed, but I was interrupted when I heard all of this coming from my room just as I was leaving the house."

His eye twitched as he looked to Lucifer. "You still haven't to release them."

He hummed as his cold gaze looked at you. You could see a sea of thoughts whirl behind his eyes in consideration. "I've yet to decide if you can actually keep them."

Inexplicable horror flooded your veins as the demon erupted into his demonic form. "I didn't ask for your permission! I found them in my territory! They're mine! My property! You can't take them!"

You whimpered, paying no mind to the tightening around your throat as you frantically tried to pull yourself away from the land dwellers.

A scoff came from Mammon as he eyed you. "Yeah. They don't look too pleased at that idea, Levi."

"BECAUSE YOU SCARED THEM!" He shouted. "Up until now, they had only screamed once because they were getting dried out and then sang a song to try to put Lotan asleep when he was holding them. They hadn't attacked!"

"Because you never gave me the chance," you thought.

"But then you two come in and you make everything worse! They're mine! It's my familiar that found them! They're in my colours, and in my territory, and are my property! You can't tell me what to do with them just because they're a siren. The only one who can touch them is ME!"

Leviathan charged at Lucifer, shoving him harshly away from you.

Claws tore through skin. Blood pooled on your tongue. The water around you stained red.

The words around you became muffled as you choked on your own tongue and you sunk back under the waves once more.

Your eyes met amber, as the land dweller looked at you in utter horror.

From there things became blurry. You knew there was a splash. You had weakly fought against arms around you. Coldness. Movement. Shouting.

It was all too much when all you could feel was the pain burning through your throat like an infernal fire.

And then there was nothing but blackness, darker than the deepest trenches of the seas — for the smallest of moments, you were free.

But freedom, as you learned, is temporary.

You awoke with a splitting headache and a tightness around your throat. There was a heavy warmth coiled around you that you couldn't help but nuzzle into.

Scales brushed against your skin, and your memories came crashing down onto you.

Your eyes snapped open — serpentine eyes stared curiously down at you from a long teal snout.

A strange whine came from the sea beast, bubbles spewing from his maw, as he leaned forward and butted his head against you.

You stared into the beast's amber eyes - so similar to those of his master's — and saw nothing but the fondness that had been there since that first meeting you had with him. It hurt to think this was the same monster that had damned you to a life of imprisonment.

You gently pushed the snake's head away and parted your mouth to shoo him away.

The serpent tilted his head as your lips silently opened and closed at him.

Your heart stopped in your chest. You shakily brought a hand to your throat, feeling thin fabric scratch beneath your fingers, as you delicately applied pressure to the center of your throat and tried again.

Only bubbles spilled from your lips.

"I wouldn't do that," your mouth gaped in a silent scream as you whipped around.

Standing on the other side of the glass of the godforsaken tank, was Leviathan. There were bags under his eyes and his skin looked paler than you had remembered, but with the creepily pleased smile on his face, there was no doubting it was him.

"For a while there, I was afraid you weren't going to wake up," he admitted as he leaned back against the tub. "But here you are! Awake and alive, albeit with a minor ... complication," he gestured to his own neck. "I had Solomon do the best he could, but Lucifer's stupid claws had done too much damage — your voice was the sacrifice that had to be paid in the battle for your life."

Tears welled in your eyes as the demon confirmed your fears — no voice. No more singing. The one true joy that you had left now stripped from you.

Leviathan softly shushed you as he moved forward and placed his palm on the glass. "Hey, hey. None of that. It's alright! It's a good thing actually!" His eyes sparked while is grin curled into something that curdled your stomach. Dread consumed you as Lotan held you tightly against himself. "Now Lotan and I are the only people to have ever heard your beautiful voice. Your song is ours, and ours alone. Just as it should be."

***And that's a wrap! Thank you all for kicking off the spooky season with me! I hope you enjoyed the lovely yandere Levi and Siren MC in all their glory! Thanks again for all the love and support from you guys. You all truly amaze me each and every day. Love you! -B***

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What are your favorite things about fire rain? Also I’m devouring your fire rain design I love it so much it’s so pretty and creative I love it and ily 💚💚

Fire ghoul rain timeline headcanons I think because it just means I can develop his backstory?

CW: ghoul backstory shenanigans, general angst I stuff, murder/violence/self-hate vocab may be present, not aiming for triggering but I want everyone to be able to feel safe reading it so just watch out! Happy ending tho :3

Fire ghoul Rain would be violent and agile, I think.

When rain gets summoned as water ghoul he and dew get along easily, dew would be supposed to pass down his position to him, they are both aware of their situation and dew pleads to rain to let him bite the bullet.

"I'm older, I've been here longer, I can take it-" cries dew.

"if I don't turn into fire myself they'll burn me to ashes, lilypad"

"there has to be a way.. Rain, fuck!... please??" Cries dew again...

Rain would betray dew I think, put him to bed, swear nothing will happen ever, that they'll never separate them, or hurt them, until dew hears the screams in the middle of the night. The heat emanating from the stone and wood feels dry and hot... almost debilitating, but still everyone makes it down to him, and there in the middle the still small, long frame of the once water ghoul, writhing in pain, his fins and gills actively burning out, suturing at the core, engraving the scars into his skin. He cries and screams. There is a blue glow surrounding him, and then an orange red hue, which at this hour, the ghouls cannot tell if it's coming from the early rising sun, or from the hellfire itself, burning inside their packmate.

The recovery period is spent with dew... who refuses to let go of his mate, as much as rain pushes him away at times and struggles to communicate with the little water ghoul.

And Dew is angry. Rising like a riptide, he flicks his hair and gives him the pout™ and rain feels the guilt consume inside him. Dew rants away, condescendingly, disapproving. It's the only way he knows to show his worry.. his own guilt... the disappointment. And rain takes it because he knows deep down he deserves every minute of it. It was a calculated risk and he took it on purpose, and he forgives and forgets, and he holds dew right in his arms placing his forehead just behind dewdrop's jawline... and for a minute, he cannot stop the tears.

And Dew sees him... understands him. just like dew will forever be his lilypad, rain, will always be his rain. Dew is that last bit of water he can cling onto in a desert of fire and pain.

At first the powers are terrible... he burns himself constantly, he lives on the infirmary for the most part, between aether, mountain and dew, making sure his skin doesn't fall off. Ifrit tries to help... teaching him, guiding him and it sometimes works... then there's alpha... alpha who will not take his eyes off dewdrop, who will not shut his mouth about the pretty little water thing he is... and it boils everyone's blood, and rain knows the way mist scolds alpha for running his mouth, the way he tires every time she steps in front of him to stop his bullshit, and he knows... as a water Ghoul he could only do so much as mist did. But as a fire ghoul?

As a fire ghoul alpha would also make stupid condescending comments about his lack of control, his weakness, the way his body rejected itself... it's elements... how pathetic it was of him to not even naturally have fire. As a fire ghoul, Rain could prove alpha wrong, as a fire ghoul rain could step in and let alpha pick on someone his own element... and thought smaller in size... stronger in fire.

Rain is violent, and quick. Anyone who dares look at Dew in the wrong way gets a hiss directly to the face from Rain. The quick protective motion, bait and switch. Pushing the smaller ghoul behind him, lighting himself up like a wall of flame between the danger and its target. And it burns, just the cold dead stare of the turned fire ghoul through the hissing. The threat is not that rain will attack, he is small and lanky still. The real threat is that he cannot hurt anymore than his body already hurts itself the fire burns so hot that even rain cannot feel it... that he no longer has warmth to lose with death, he does not fear. And he is willing to put everything on the line for dew, so a hiss is usually all it takes for any ghoul to know their place near dew and with rain.

He is ruthless and cold, despite his element.

And still every day, hour, minute, and second is a struggle. His body hates itself, his mind fights him, his past haunts him, his future quivers before him. And his pack all has thoughts and feelings they'll never end or speak up. And it will always be uncertain how things would've gone for him if they had found other ways, other outs... but why dwell in the past, when the only certainty is that his one promise to dew, that they'll never be apart again, remains kept.

Have mercy I proofread once and it's 4 am as I'm writing this... on the queue we go...