#Day 3: Predatory / Prey

[aomiiine]

HE LOVES HIS OFFICER!

𐔌  .   𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆  ୧ ──── PRAEDATOR! SYLUS + ENFORCER! FEM READER

W☆RNINGS. N!SFW/MDNI (18+) — cockhead pinching, hate fucking vibes, orgasm denial/orgasm delay, cock ring, handjob, cock slapping (once), feral sylus, tame(?) bdsm-ish vibes, restraints (chains obv), a bit predator/prey dynamic, slight praise kink (reader), might be ooc sylus but idc lol, switch m & f, overstim, hints of corruption (sylus -> you), quite heavy degradation (reader to him & him to reader. ie; slut, bitch, animal, etc.), that tongue scene lmaoaoa, kind of (not canon) improvised lore at the end, ‘kitten’ is used twice i think, all smut no plot, not proofread wordcount is 1.7k edited to 1.9k

TAGLIST. @tinycatharsis @jellysix @wonryllis @tsukkisukkii @wonuwuuuuu

author’s comment. thinking ab making a small event for valentines day w the lnds guys based on the new banner.. tell me what u think abt this one though! also, this is just me exploring these kinks so pls pardon me if they aren’t well written :’) Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated !! <3

“As if the frenzy enhancer wasn’t enough, you had to put a fucking cock-ring on me when I’m already this fucking hard, you slutty minx.”

Chains clanged and rattled from Sylus’s writhing, hands balling to fists in his attempt to yank the metal cuffs off him. It was in vain, of course, but you couldn’t blame him. You were tasked to interrogate him by your superior but here you were—absolutely torturing his big cock by denying every single orgasm.

It was almost sad honestly. The way his dick curved to his belly, abs flexing with every ragged breath he took. His tip leaked what seemed to be a steady stream of pre-cum staining his stomach, his arousal making a mess of the white nest on his pelvis, swollen shaft throbbing like a fucking heartbeat in anticipation on what your next move would be.

“The cock-ring was a necessary measure taken for you to speak. Since your mouth wont tell me the information I need, maybe your stupid cock will,” you scoffed at his glower, landing a slap onto his stiff cock, earning yourself a hiss. His teeth gritted and bared at you in obvious agitation from the endless heat running through his veins and the frenzy enhancer.

“Maybe if you stopped being a cruel bitch and let me cum already, I’d fucking speak.”

“Information first, reward later,” you replied swiftly, hand reaching out to wrap around his needy dick, stroking him half-heartedly, not even bothering to pay a sliver of attention to his weeping tip.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“No, thank you.”

Sylus groaned loudly, wrists tugging on the biting metal cuffs hanging over each side of his head. His breath quickened, guttural moans rumbling from his chest from the lazy strokes you gave him.

Sylus felt utterly humiliated that he was being so damn sensitive at the weak jerks of your soft palm around his slick cock, his hips rolling to fuck into your fist. His ego was bruised, but he wasn’t one to dwell on it. Instead, he’d like to move on and have you kiss fuck it better.

“Do you not know how to stroke a cock, kitten? Is my little enforcer a virgin?” Sylus’s voice was low and husky when he spoke, hands relaxing on the chain to lean down forward, his large and tall frame looming over your smaller one just before you could retaliate his remark.

The shadow sylus’s figure casted over yours was undeniably intimidating—especially so when his nearly crazed eyes gleamed at you in a predatory gaze. His head dipped closer to yours, stray strands of his white hair falling over his eyes as he searched for your irises.

It took every will in your body to not flinch, refusing to show him a single shred of weakness to exploit. Except, Sylus merely grinned at your bravado, tongue darting out to lick his lips as if he was staring at prey.

“Scared of a little proximity, my dear enforcer?” The mockery in his voice grated at your nerves, your features contorting into a grimace on instinct.

“You animal,” you seethed, grasp on his cock tightening to a point bordering on pain. Your praedator gasped sharply, leaning away to throw his head back in relief when you began stroking him, fast.

Every deliberate flick of your wrist brought hot white pleasure to his strained body, eyes closing shut with nothing but deep, drawn out groans leaving his throat. The chains began rattling against, muscles flexing with effort when he felt himself nearing an explosive orgasm.

“Yes— oh fuck, yes, make me cum, you dirty bitch,” he grunted in a near whimper, hips rocking upward uncontrollably when your hand began focusing on his crown. Your index finger and thumb created a circle around the head to stimulate his glans continuously, pads of your fingers purposely rubbing over the sensitive frenulum.

“Calling me a bitch when you’re the begging to cum like a manwhore,” you tsked disapprovingly, quickening your strokes while your glared intense at his deep red cock, the cock-ring tight on his base to keep him rock hard.

You didn’t miss the way his slit continued to leak, his arousal betrayed by the way he kept producing natural lube for you to use. “At least I’m honest—agh—fuck! I wanna cum so bad, baby, please,” Sylus stammered, head hung low with droplets of sweat falling down his flushed skin.

You considered showing him mercy at his plea, truly. His cock was throbbing around your fingers, balls drawn up tight to his body with pent up cum—why couldn’t you just let the poor man cum his brains out already?

“I don’t know.. I’m not getting the information I want,” you uttered teasingly, not truly contemplating the thought. Even if you did, the answer would always fall on ‘no’.

You could see how Sylus was on the edge of cumming with how his legs quivered subtly, abdomen muscles flexing and relax with each stroke. His cock was steaming hot in your hand, warm with fresh cum flowing up to his shaft. Yet just moments before he was about to release, your ministrations ceased, two fingers stopping just below his glans to pinch his sensitive flesh, forcefully halting his orgasm.

“Motherfucker—I was just about to fucking cum all over your uniform, you—” he snarled, nostrils flaring with every intake of breath. His nose scrunched up briefly in pure infuriation, eyes closed as he leaned his head back, the corners of his lips twitching to a smile.

“When I get out these chain, kitten, I’ll get back at you so fucking good, you’ll be crippled for weeks,” he huffed in a scoff before punctuating his threat with a harsh tug on the metal cuffs restraining him to the metal bars of the cage, the chains clattering loudly. His throat was stretched and exposed for you to see, skin glistening with perspiration and Adam’s apple bobbing.

The sudden motion startled you, sending your heart beating faster than it already was. Your assigned praedator was unhinged, you knew that much from his files—but you didn’t expect him to be this unhinged.

Despite that, it sent your heart racing rather than falling into the pit of your stomach. You felt excited, fucking thrilled even. Your pupils dilated as if you just found your fix, like a cat setting its sights on its newest toy.

“Mmhm, sure,” you muttered with a faint yet noticeable tremble to your voice. It caught Sylus’s attention in an instant.

the sweat sheened praedator finally lifted his head, tilting to the side with intrigue glinting in those crimson irises. “Are you liking this, kitten?” He said with his now hoarse voice, smirk stretching more than it should. “‘S that why you decided to make this cage for me? Using this place as your personal sex dungeon? Yeah, I see it. The eyes of the depraved.”

Sylus’s eyes narrowed with sadistic glee, no doubt pounding with satisfaction at the thought of corrupting his righteous enforcer and throbbing with an ongoing orgasm, cock still held in place by yours unwavering fingers.

It took you a moment to regain your composure, still reeling from the shot of adrenaline he gave you. Eventually, you caught yourself again, inhaling deeply before dropping your eyes to his cock between your digits, shaft still pumping with kept cum.

With a bite of your tongue, you released him of punishment, letting his cum spurt out onto his stomach in ropes.

”yesyesyesss— mmph, god fucking damn it!”

His balls pulsed with his length as thick, hot stuttering streams of semen dripped to the floor, your hand not hesitating to wrap around his girth, pulling his stiff dick towards you and letting his cum make white messes on your dark coloured uniform.

“There, I let you cum.” You spoke sounding just as winded as Sylus who was basking in the mind-numbing relief of emptying his balls to the fullest after accumulating it all in his cock for what felt like hours.

“You did.. Yes, you did, you good girl,” he slurred, no doubt basking in the afterglow shameless, hips thrusting shallowly into your hand for the slightest bit of friction.

A brow twitched when you heard him call you good girl all of the sudden. Your lashes batted at him, lips parted in surprise until your head dipped once more, averting your gaze.

The cock-ring at the base of his dick was slid off him, his body chasing your heat as you pulled away and tucked his cock back into his pants, zipping him back up. You allowed him slump bonelessly with his hands tied up above his head, leaving him panting for air.

He must’ve said it ‘cause he was drunk of the high, not because he meant it, was a mantra you repeated in your mind to convince yourself. Regardless, you couldn’t deny how it sent goosebumps up your nape, hair standing at attention, couldn’t deny how a single fleeting praise made your throat go dry and breathing quicken.

“I expect full cooperation tomorrow morning, Sylus.” you blurted, focus moving back to him before you backed away a few steps and stormed out his cage, locking it securely behind you.

You practically sped walked out the prison underground, heading straight to the elevator leading back up to your office.

Once you were in the metal box, you fished for a handkerchief in your pocket, frantically using it to wipe the stains of his seed on the front of your uniform.

With quivering hands, your rubbed it off you the best you could to fade the colour so you could excuse it a spill of chemicals or something to your colleagues—even if that wasn’t what really happened.

Your little rendzvous with a praedator—a SSS ranked dangerous praedator at that—risked more than your job. You yourself could be detained for being suspected of having intercourse with a praedator. You’d be an experiment, again, for researchers to exploit if sex could turn you into a praedator.

But unfortunately, deep down, you knew you’d come back to him again. After all, nothing intoxicated you more than dancing with that red eyed devil tied up at your mercy.

Finally reaching your office floor, you got off the elevator, walking in a bee line past your busy colleague, eyes on the ground to avoid contact with any of them. You didn’t know if you could handle speaking or explaining (lying) about your situation to anyone right now.

you pulled on the back of your chair, taking a seat and immediately holding your head in your hands, rethinking your life choices—the one where you decided to change your occupation from Hunter to Enforcer. Your hands slid down your face, eyes falling to the handkerchief, a reminder of your earlier affair.

Only then did the events dawn on you, your entire body processing the audacity and brazen display you showed Sylus. Now you crumbled in the solace of your safe space away from his predatory gaze.

A hand came up to your mouth, lips capturing a finger to nibble on when your thighs rubbed against one another, making you realise how fucking drenched your panties were. That damn praedator had you this wet in a rut without laying a finger on you—how pathetic of you.

One thing was for sure, you’d call in leave early to rub this compiled arousal off quick—it didn’t matter if you had to wet your sheets with cum, you needed this feeling gone, asap.

[pastelclovds]

thinking about red riding hood laios with big bad wolf shifter!reader…

cw: forest sex, knotting, male!reader, size difference (reader is 3 ft taller than laios), blood (laios gets scratched a bit sooo), reader and laios are obsessed with each other, cock slut laios, everything’s planned cause laios and reader are FREAKS

your laios looked gorgeous in the outfit you hand picked for him to wear in this… lewdly hot scenario he wanted to act out with you.

you knew how fascinated laios was of you, especially with your abilities to transform into any creature at will. you also knew just how blunt he was when it came to his needs, and you willingly fulfilled every single one of his wishes. no matter how outlandish they were. your laios was a creative, horny nerd.

you were enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence one day when out of the blue he asked you, “have we ever had sex in the woods before?”

that question made you cough out your water as laios looked up at you with curious eyes that quickly turned dark. ravenous scenarios popping up in his head left and right. you knew that smile of innocence was fake as he asked you if you wanted to ��try something”. you didn’t refuse, of course.

and that’s how you ended up here.

naked. in your werewolf form. in the middle of the woods. secluded far away from prying eyes. at midnight where the moon was high and creating light bright enough to make the forest visible. but even if it didn’t, your night vision would’ve helped you.

and even if you didn’t have your vision, you could track laios’ scent from miles away. it smells like a mix of nuts and spices. it’s so addicting, you would die happy if it suffocated you.

your cock is already leaking pre at the sight of his ridiculously short frivolous red skirt barely being able to cover his satin panties. the cape attached to his hood sways as he takes cautious steps over leaves and puddles.

he isn’t carrying kensuke or any other weapon in his basket. just snacks, tissues, and containers of water for after the fun. the fact that he trusts you that much that you’ll protect him makes your heart and cock throb.

when laios purposely steps on a branch, its crunch filling the deafening silence of the forest, it was your signal to make yourself known. your paw makes a loud thump as you step foot from your place behind the tree.

laios trembled in both fear and excitement at the sight of your towering form. the sharp claws on your hands scraping against the bark of the tree, your fluffy chest rising and dropping from your heavy breathing, and tail raised in anticipation.

his eyes drift to the hardened cock hanging between your furry thighs, your balls heavy and ready to be emptied, and your dilated pupils say everything else. hungry. savage. predatory.

show time.

laios turns his heel and bolts away from you. you let out a low growl as you lower your body, place your palms on the ground, and dart after your mate like a wolf chasing its prey. with your increased speed and stamina, laios only ran off ten feet before he was tackled. he gasps when his chest hits the ground.

he’s still as a rock when he feels your claws grip onto his cape. he glances up behind at you in false terror. your razor sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight as you grin devilishly at him.

“what’s a pretty thing like you doing in my woods? don’t you know better than to go inside someone’s home unannounced? naughty boy…~” you said mischievously, you suddenly flip laios on his back, making him squeak in surprise. you could clearly see the raging boner tenting his skirt, a tiny wet spot growing from where his twitching cock spilled pre. he quickly closed his legs to block your view, cheeks blooming in red.

“i believe that rude intruders—” you effortlessly push his legs apart and teared his skirt to shreds, laios cried out in embarrassment as now all he had to cover his privates was his satin panties, “should be punished.”

laios eyes tear up as he pleads, “i-i didn’t know this forest belonged to you. please have mercy!” you laugh cruelly as you lean down to lick his salty tears away. his belly twitches from where your claw rests above his waistband before tearing his panties in two as well. now he’s completely vulnerable beneath your gaze, his cock laying uselessly against his stomach.

“you really are adorable, naively believing you’ll go scott free by saying a simple please.” you flip laios on his chest once again, raising his ass in the air with your palms on his waist, as if he weight nothing. laios grows unbelievably harder. he wishes he had superhuman abilities like you. you were so strong and powerful and cool and hot— GODS he wanted you to take him already. he freezes when he feels your throbbing cock against his ass.

he wanted to be used for all he’s worth, filled to the brim with hot cum, he loved how your knots forced his hole to stretch out in order to pop inside, oh he loved you so so much—

laios sobbed when he felt the tip of your cock prod his well lubed hole, one of your hands left his waist to roughly press against his back so that only his ass was up, obediently presenting to you like a bitch in heat. he felt your labored breaths against the back of his neck as you growled out, “you’re mine, pretty thing.”

laios claws at the dirt below him as he felt you slip inside him inch after glorious inch. he yelped when the head of your cock nuzzled right against his prostate. you knew laios was ready to start, so you didn’t bother with waiting to begin.

you started with a quick but rough pace that left laios moaning helplessly at the great pleasure you gave him. pulling out a few inches before slamming into your mates tight hole, balls slapping wetly against laios’ ass as pre drips from his cock and makes a puddle of whiteish liquid on the dirt. without warning, laios cums. his body halting abruptly as his climax washes over his body, his eyes roll back when you don’t cease your thrust. overstimulation prodding at his nerves like the head of your cock hitting his prostate at every thrust.

you pull your head back to listen for anyone nearby, thankfully you don’t. probably because the only thing your senses can focus on is laios. your fingers brushing his hair, your nose overwhelmed with the smell of sex and sweat, laios loud moans and whimpers filling the silence of the forest, your eyes hyper focused on the sight of your pelvis lewdly slapping against his ass. nobody else mattered at that moment but him. your gorgeous laios.

you groan when laios tightened around you, your pace faltering as you felt your belly grow hot and your knot thickening at the base of your cock. laios’ toes curl when he feels your knot catch on the rim of his asshole, a pure euphoric smile overtaking his features as pleasured tears fill his eyes.

“i’m close, i’m gonna fill you up. would’cha like that, pretty thing?” you managed to ask, laios frantically nods his head in a ‘yes’ motion as he grinds against your growing knot. “yes yes, please do it! i-i’m gonna—” white pleasure crashes into him again just as your knot pops past his abused rim, locking you inside him as ropes of warm cum fill him until he felt full and hot. Laios’ legs give up holding his weight as he laid weightlessly on the ground, your palms are the only reason why his ass is in the air. your balls clench for the last time, finally releasing all you had into him before going flaccid.

laios whines when you attempt to pull out, streams of your cum leaking out of him. “nooo, stay inside. you feel so warm, so good— hah-” laios pleads, desperately grinding against the base of your cock, trying to find your knot to plug him up again. you chuckle under your breath, you should’ve known one round wouldn’t be enough to satisfy your mate.

laios whimpers when he feels your cock slowly harden inside his loose hole.

a/n: I’M BAAAAACK ⁉️ hope you enjoyed :)

[strongheartneteyam]

We are just animals.

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader

CW: "light" non con, dubious consent, voyeurism, neteyam jerking off to reader touching herself, descriptions of masturbation, kinda mean/dark neteyam, belly bulge, rough sex, semi public sex, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, size kink, size difference, exophilia, dominant neteyam, sub reader, primal play [hunter/prey] (if you squint), doggy position

Synopsis: Neteyam is on his rut period and he's struggling to deal with the fact that masturbation doesn't really seem to help anymore when it comes to easing his strong urges. But when he finds a human girl alone in the middle of the forest, that seems to be the solution he was desperately longing for.

Slightly proofread. I'm running on 4 hours of sleep, a cup of strong coffee with no sugar and only one slice of whole grain bread rn (and I'm in a hurry to go out lol) so be gentle with me 🥲☕ love you guys <3

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Pretty girl, full of virtue and youthfulness

The forest's flowers and songs I love

Hey, pretty young girl

What are you doing in the forest alone, so far from all beings?

Omnos (Eluveitie)

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Neteyam had been extremely frustrated and moody lately. He had been aloof and impatient with people, even with his family, these past days, which is so not like him. But the Omatikaya people tried to understand and cut him some slack since they knew he was going through his rut and he didn't exactly have a partner to help him ease that itch right then.

Neteyam tossed back and fourth on his mat at eclipse and he couldn't get restful nights of sleep as he would wake up in the middle of the dark hours with such a strong urge to mate that he felt like it would drive him insane. It was so incredibly troubling. He found no other way to deal with it than being the quietest he could be while stroking his erect cock, desperately trying to get some release. But Eywa... it was never enough. No. What he needed was to cum inside a good inviting cunt.

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One day Neteyam was walking through the forest, looking for good branches so he could gather an enough amount of them to light up the bonfire for that day's communal meal time at eclipse.

He was in a place in the forest that was far enough of the Omatikaya huts for it to be somehow private, as private as a forest could be. There was always a risk of people being around, of course.

He almost couldn't believe his eyes when he caught you pleasuring yourself as you laid on the grass with your eyes closed, your small delicate human fingers rubbing your wet clit, his nostrils getting filled with the delicious scent of your juices (that he just knew tasted delicious too). Neteyam knew he had found the girl that would help him get some release from his madness inducing urges that were bothering him all the time in this rut.

You were just the perfect prey. So small, fragile and soft. His cock got hard as a rock just thinking about sinking himself deep inside your ekxìn (tight) pussy.

So, Neteyam hid behind a tree and uncovered his cock, pushing his loincloth to the side as quickly as he possibly could as he did not want to spend one more second watching that delicious scene that was you shoving your small fingers inside of your tiny pussy without pleasuring himself to it.

You were so lost in your pleasure haze that you didn't even think someone could be watching you.

But then, suddenly, you stopped what you were doing when you heard a muffled moan of pleasure.

Fuck! Was someone around you?! It couldn't be! But, damn, you knew it was risky to masturbate in the middle of the forest. You just thought you could get lucky and not be seen. Somehow... Yeah. That sounded stupid and you knew it.

You almost panicked when you realized Neteyam was looking at you with a predatory look in his golden eyes, behind a tree near where you were. When you looked down and realized he was touching himself while gazing at you, your mouth fell slightly open.

But your startled face only seemed to make the desire inside him grow even stronger.

Neteyam saw the way your eyes betrayed your shyness just as the way your blood rushed to your cheeks, while you closed your legs fast, pressing your sweet soft thighs against one another but he also had heard from some friends how you had a crazy crush on him. So, he took that as a good sign, something that only meant you were just embarassed you got caught touching yourself and not that you didn't want him too.

"Don't let me interrupt you. It's beautiful. I wanna keep watching you, paskalin." (sweet berry)

"What-" It was hard to talk as you were nervous as hell "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing more natural than an Omatikaya in the forest" He smirked "What are you doing here, sevin tawtute?" (pretty human)

You shut your mouth at that. You couldn't think of a good enough answer.

"You saw me..." your cheeks burned with embarrassment "I was touching myself, OK? Are you gonna judge me? You were doing the same. And looking at me while doing it. You sure are bold." You tried to be confident and overpower him with your argument but it was obviously failing

"Who told you to be touching your pretty pussy in the middle of the forest? Didn't you think someone could catch you?" He said in a mean tone but his na'vi accent only got your already soaked pussy even wetter. The way he rolled the "L" letter... oh my Eywa...

"Of course I thought it could happen. But I hoped no one would. I certainly did not expect you to be creeping around and jerking off while watching me. Pervert." You snapped back

"Cut the crap. I don't need any complications right now, tawtute. I know you have a crush on me and all I want is to cum inside of you. So, tell me. Do you want me? Yes or no. It's simple." Neteyam said impatiently

"What? I don't know what you're talking about!" You tried to hide your feelings but it was useless

Neteyam walked to you, took you with ease from the grass you were laying on and put you over his shoulder. You shaked your legs incessantly in protest.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Let me go, now, Neteyam! Arghhh!" Your shouting only sounded funny to his na'vi ears

Neteyam pressed your body against the nearest large Pandoran tree in front of you two and you could feel his big bulge pressing against your ass as he was lifting you with his blue hands under your arms, your legs hanging in the air, leaving you with the feeling of being helpless at the time.

"I'm gonna say it again and for the last time. Yes or no?"

Your heart beat fast inside your chest as you moved your head back and fourth slightly, telling him that, yes, you did want him to fuck you.

"Yes... Yes, damn it... I want you." You confessed

"Good. That's what I wanted to hear." He stated

Neteyam put you down on the ground again. You stood up but your legs felt weak with anticipation and some fear.

He undid the way the long string of his loincloth was wrapped around his tail to get rid of that piece of clothing that was getting on his way and making it harder for him to just fuck you dumb already.

You just couldn't stop staring at his cock, the way it was huge and all covered in his precum because of the way he had been stroking it while watching you. To know Neteyam's cock was glistening with precum like that because of you made a tight knot form in the lower part of your belly.

"Now, on your knees." He ordered

You swiftly obeyed him. Neteyam had you around his finger. You had dreamed about what it would feel like to have him inside of you for so long. You had always lusted over him when you saw his muscles on display when he practiced his archery on the Omatikaya mainland. But it seemed like he had never noticed you like that before. You thought that perhaps you just didn't spark any interest in him. But maybe you were wrong.

"Now this dripping tawtute pussy is mine! Let me finish the job." Neteyam stated "You'll feel so full with this na'vi cock. You'll see." He smirked in a perverted way

Neteyam walked until he got behind you, got on his knees too and forced you forward just so you would be on all fours for him.

He pressed his swollen tip against your entrance and you whimpered at how good just that felt. You couldn't wait for what was coming.

When you least expected it, he pushed his cock in a quick motion inside of you, burying all of its length inside of you. As your pussy was dripping wet, it wasn't as hard to fit as you thought it would be. You let out a cry of sheer, strong pleasure.

Neteyam covered your mouth with his huge blue hand to prevent you from being too loud but your muffled moans still echoed slightly around the both of you as he pushed his hard big cock roughly inside of your soaked pussy, his hips crashing against your butt and making your soft flesh jiggle which only turned him on even more. He just thought human girls were so hot because of how soft and delicate they were. He was surely loving to squeeze your soft stomach while his hand rested right above your belly button, where the huge bulge his cock was causing on you could be seen.

"Great Mother, your pussy feels too fucking good, yawntutsyìp..." (darling)

Neteyam kept fucking you as deeply as he could, hurting the tip of your womb just enough to make you feel a masochist type of pleasure burning inside of you. At this pace, you suspected you were gonna cream around his cock soon enough.

What if someone came and saw the both of you fucking like that? Oh, God...

But you had to admit that - despite of how wrong that felt - if anything, the being wrong part of it only turned you on more.

"Gonna cum loads inside this ekxìn pussy, tawtute. Did you know I'm on my rut period? I'm needing to release all this cum trapped inside my balls somewhere, baby. They're so heavy." Neteyam whispered in your ear. His words were so dirty but so enticing.

Many hard delicious thrusts later you felt his thick load of cum filling you up to the brim. The feeling was amazing.

After he composed himself and got his breath back again, he said:

"You are a perfect cum slut. You're mine now, tawtute. My mate."

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Taglist:

@yeosxxx

[jinkiezzsstuff]

At First Sight 3

Part: [1] [2]

Alastor x doe!fem!reader (gender neuteral pronouns)

warnings: 18+ SMUT, tentacles inclusion, tentacle bondage, predatory prey kink, breeding kink, creampie, male and female masturbation, in heat trope, tentacle masturbation, squirting, dirty talk, choking kink a tiny tiny amount, horror aspects, size kink if you squint, pregnancy although not in depth, you and al become parents, jealous alastor, alastor and lucifer hate eachother, lucifer disagrees with your relationship, swearing, babies given a name, girl dad alastor, NOT PROOF READ LADS I WAS LAZY, lemme know what i missed xoxox

taglist: @readergirlstuff @purplerose291 @chirimeimei @sirens-and-moonflowers

word count: 7.3K

Alastor had to bite his tongue through many instances in his life he rather not bite his tongue through, but this was by far the hardest he’s ever had to hold back. Lucifer pulled you into a strong hug, cooing at how much you’d grown and changed, pinching your cheeks and kissing your head. Even Alastor’s shadows edged out angrily across the floor at the devil, however you seemed to pay no mind to your newly wedded’s distaste in the devils affections. In fact you were laughing and playfully swatting at Lucifer for treating you so childishly.

Moulting into a shadow slithering across the floor like a snake, he crept up beside you and when he fully formed from the black goop, he waited not a second to pull you into him, and when he did you gave him a dreamy love sick look. Lucifer's face wasn’t shy in his display of disgust, eyes darting to you and Alastor, mouth ajar. “No.” Lucifer uttered in theatrical horror, jumping back and pointing his cane at Alastor. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, Alastor puffed with pride. “Yes.” Alastor practically growled, meanwhile rolled your eyes at both of their idiotic behaviour.

“I mean Charlie said you had an…. interesting taste in men but HIM?!” You grinned nervously at the king, his face soured as he glared at Al. You were in the midst of saying some good old recovery words to ease Lucifers mind, when Alastor pipped up, head held high as he spoke. “Yes indeedy! This little darling and I have become quite the pair. A married pair.” Alastors words were sharp and punctual, like spears tossed forcefully right at the king himself.

You’ve been in Lucifers life so long you might as well be a second daughter, now this deer fuck is stealing both his biological daughter and the one he practically adopted? Lucifer was steaming and you were caught between the two, you knew you were mated to Alastor, but that didn’t change how near and dear the king was to you.

“Guys,” You ushered in a hushed tone bringing your hand up, looking quite meek between the two seething demons. “Please relax, it’s not that serious. Alastor is my mate Luc-” As you were in the middle of calmly explaining the situation Lucifer jumped up like the ground had burnt him, horns shooting out of his head. “His what?!” Lucifer shouted, wings splaying out, tone demonic. Alastor chuckled, his static overlay enhanced as he fixed his monocle. “Yes, I just knew this doe had to be mine when I laid eyes on her! Oh my what a night we had.” In any other situation, on any other day, Alastor couldn’t have those words waterboarded out of him, but just in spite of the devil, he knew he ought to push his own boundaries.

The devil face morphed into shock horror as he tugged at his hat in pure stress, meanwhile Alastor stood tall and smug, with a shit eating grin on his face. You could tell Alastor was going to exploit your relationship just to piss Lucifer off. “What the holy fuck!” The king exclaimed, running in a quick circle, trying to grasp the situation. By now Lucifers entire demonic form was out, eyes blood red, horns at full length, wings flapping occasionally behind him. Thankfully Alastor wasn’t visibly upset, keeping his form and tone fixed. “Guys, Luce, relax! I wanted Alastor the moment I saw him, trust me I know what he’s done and who he is, but there was something about him. You know I’m not that stupid hellion who falls for anybody’s charms, Alastors got something.”

Lucifer didn’t seem to care for your reasoning, instead he glared at Alastor even harder, and pointed his index and middle finger toward his own eyes, and then Alastors. “I’m watching you deer dick.” Then Lucifer turned and stormed off, ignoring your call to come back and relax. Sighing your platinum ears flattened against your hair and head, posture falling. “Come now my dear, don’t dwell on that silly little man’s equally silly and little emotional control! We’re married now! We should be celebrating our fantastical venture into domestic romance!”

Although Alastor was right, the timing was wrong, and his voice was too happy for your state. “I know, but he’s like a second dad, I want him to like you and it stresses me that he doesn’t.” Alastor hums, gently guiding you back upstairs to your now shared bedroom. “Things tend to change with time sweetheart, let this be one of those things that change with time. He can see how good we are together and how good I am for this hotel!” You hummed falling into his side, your tail wagging happily as you reached the bedroom.

“I was also hoping he’d be able to lend us some advice but now I'm doubtful.” The door closed behind you and him, you immediately kicked your shoes off to free the hooves. “What advice dear?” Alastor asked softly, attention focused on untying his bow tie. “Well i’m quite concerned about getting pregnant with a fawn, and I want to know if our mating it’s demon or animal specific.”

The air got tight at the mention of children, and immediately you looked over to him watching his movements stall. His coat was now off leaving him in just his vest and button up. Sighing you rubbed your hand forcefully your forehead, mushing your skin around in an attempt to relieve the conflict in your head. “You mustn’t talk like that, little doe.” Alastors tone was stern, pointed and lacking all radio static, it was just his raw vocals that sounded almost raspy. You felt a few emotions at the way he said that, upset, angry, shocked.

Momentarily you scolded yourself for being so ludacris, this was Alastor! A serial killing, cannibalistic overlord who dealt in black magic, not your fairy prince; there were going to be big bumps and hurdles along the journey and you shouldn’t twist yourself up in a rose coloured fantasy. “Would it be that bad for you?” You couldn’t help but ask, your gaze averted instead focused on the intricate details of the wooden floor.

Alastor growled, slithering up beside you, using his magic to his advantage. “Now my dear don’t look so glum, you’re the first being of any kind to capture my heart. Shouldn’t that be something my dear?” You melted into his side when his arms came up to wrap around your figure. You stayed silent for a moment, not wanting to say the wrong thing and upset either of you. “It just felt saddening I guess, to have you react like that. I know a child is so much work, it is its own being; but when you reacted that way it felt like rejection of me, and us as a couple. Like i’m not good enough to be mated to.” Tears began to gather in your eyes, and you tried your best to keep them at bay, not wanting to cry about something so silly.

Your ears lay flat above your head, Alastor slowly petting the space between them as you spoke. Guiding you to your shared bed, Alastor sat you down, and then himself beside you. “My sweet doe,” Alastor said, smooth as butter, nuzzling himself in your neck, inhaling your scent. “If you so desire a child, we can certainly play into the fantasy, however we haven’t a clue whether it’s truly possible for me to reproduce!”

Resting your head atop his, feeling his soft ears flick and fold, his hair soft and scented with a masculine foresty shampoo. “Alastor,” You whined, making him chuckle darkly. “What about the mating stuff?” Alastor blew air on your shoulder before dragging his sharp teeth up your exposed neck. “My dear I'm sure you and I can figure it out together, no need for some silly devil. Besides we’re the two mated, we know deep down what we’re supposed to do, we knew when we first met each other we were meant to be.” Alastor leaned back from you, cupping your cheek.

You smiled at him enjoying the hazed lidded look Alastor had in his eye. “You have to be nice to Lucifer though.” Alastor growled lowly, the sound reverberating through his chest loudly. It sent shock waves through you, hearing such an animalistic sound from him. “It’s extremely hard to be nice when it’s so easy to make him upset!” Rolling your eyes, you brought your hands up to his face and held his face as he held yours. His ears flattened to each side as his eyebrows quirked, you felt a little bit of pride at the sight, it had only been a few weeks since you’ve been together but Alastor was already way more relaxed around you, to the point of freely showing emotions through movements in his tail and ears.

Pulling him toward you, you gave a soft kiss, which he immediately returned with a hum of approval. Alastors body inches nearer to yours, pressing himself next to you. Alastor broke the kiss, looking down at you with bedroom eyes, you returned the look, grinning at him coyly.

~

Lucifer fumed, stomping around, a week had passed since Lucifer found out you and that god awful creature were a pair. He insisted on staying at the hotel in order to keep an eye on the demon; assure that you were safe. Lucifer kept a keen eye on Alastor, like a fly on the wall, but from what Lucifer could tell, Alastor was a perfect gentleman! It pissed him off entirely. Alastor bent over backwards for you, making your breakfast and coffee every morning, helping you style your hair, helping you dress, assisting you with tasks you loathed completing, hell one night Lucifer caught Alastor teaching you how to play the piano, and when you got angry at your consistent failures, Alastor would reassure you lovingly and patiently.

It drove Lucifer insane because as much as he cared for you, he selfishly wanted Alastor to be a bad partner, giving reason as to why he should leave his two daughters and the hotel alone! But everytime he looked for a flaw he found none, half the time he found himself impressed, Alastor knew what to say, and was confident in his charm. “Dad, you gotta relax! YN is fine.” Charlie said worriedly, placing a hand on her fathers shoulder. Lucifer sighed, slamming his head against the bar table. “They want to have kids, Charlie!” The man sulked, voice muffled by the wooden bar he tried to morph and become one with. “WHAT!? Oh my gosh! That would be amazing! Why wouldn’t she tell me?!” Charlie at this point was violently shaking her father with excitement, a slight bounce in her as she shook him.

Lucifer looked off to the side, guilt evident in his eyes. “They didn’t tell anyone; I overheard.” Today in fact, he overheard the two of you in the back of the hotel, having a picnic in the garden. You had your head in Alastors lap as he pet your hair and ears occasionally, and told you stories from when he was alive; which you greatly enjoyed since you’d been born in hell. When he began to speak about his mother the conversion shifted to parenthood, and then children. Originally Lucifer didn’t intend to stay long, he simply slithered through the grass to eavesdrop a bit, make sure all was well and leave.

But he couldn’t leave when he heard what Alastor had to say. “Y’know dear, I never considered having children, but then again, I never considered being married either. I’ve thought about children now, of course, ha ha,” Alastor laughed boisterously. You could tell it was to cover up the nerves he felt inwardly, but Lucifer found him to be insufferable and inconsiderate. “We don’t know if we can Al,” You said softly, reaching your hand to Alastors cheek. Alastor quirked a brow amusement visibly shining in his eyes that searched your face for something. “We’d just have to wait until mating season darling.” Lucifer gagged at that, you however didn’t quite understand and it made Alastor coo about how adorable you are.

“Oh so we’re not supposed to know they’re gonna try for a baby?” Charlie asked stunned, backing away from her father. “No,” He moaned, slamming his head back down on the table. Charlie gave her dad a look but brushed it off, this was very exciting for her, she’d only tell Vaggie, that way the two could both subtly baby proof the hotel!

~

Autumn in hell roamed around and it was one hell of a year, the hotel went under attack, Lucifer then made himself a whole quarter of the hotel his, and Alastor followed suit with his radio tower, Sir Pentious died, Adam died, there was so much hectic chaos you could barely keep up. Not to mention the beginning of October left you feeling odd, to say the least. You couldn’t completely understand why, not much changed in the recent days, aside from a few sinners checking in. Nothing bad happened between you and Alastor either; things have been fantastic, the two of you would have the occasional spat about morality and manipulation, but Alastor had your soul and was your mate, so in the end you’d give in to him, and he in his own way to you.

One of your biggest points of contention was Alastors multi-beneficial behaviour, if he was going to do something you knew it was double edged, one side benefiting him and the other side doing what he was supposed to with the illusion of being gracious. One of the biggest arguments was kids; Alastor talked about having them in ways that benefited him, how it would rank him above other sinners, he’d have bloodline in hell which would grant him further authority beyond the pride ring, he could train his offspring to be like him. In short, Alastor didn’t want children, he wanted mini hims, to run around killing and eating others.

You tried your best to convince him that a child was no means to power, but he truly couldn’t understand the point of having them besides that. You tried not to blame him, understanding he wasn’t a fairy prince he was Alastor, and you loved him for that, but at times dealing with his psycho was frustrating.

You’ve noticed him acting strange today, he insisted you wore his clothes he’d been wearing the day before, you thought that was the strangest thing and tried to squeeze the reasoning as to why he wanted you to wear his worn dirty clothes. Unfortunately you never fully got the answer out of him, aside from him tutting that he wanted to make ‘that devil’ seethe, so you did. It wasn’t like it really bothered you, hell he even went out of his way to magic the clothes to fit your frame baggily. You wore one of his washed out red button ups, and his slacks, thankfully you found the fit to be somewhat chic and enjoyed the idea of prancing around in clothes that were his, and smelt like him.

Walking down to the lobby like you did everyday, you were greeted by Alastor holding your cup of coffee as always, this time however his appearance looked worrisome. “What’s wrong Al?” You exclaimed rushing over to him, gazing up to him because his form was just slightly elongated. “Nothing my dear! Just a little bit of frazzle this morning!” You didn’t believe that for one second; his antlers were out and looked like they were peeling, his eyes were black and turned to dials, his neck elongated, smile strained and his hair puffed. “Was it you and Lucifer having some marital spat again?” You joke, taking your cup of coffee and following him into the kitchen.

“No dear, please refrain from commenting about that filthy devil, it’s insulting to replace you with him. It’s simply the change of seasons.” Setting his coffee on the counter top, he leaned on it, arms folded and looked over to you. Your ears folded down, a confused look taking over your face. “Is it a deer thing? I woke up feeling strange too, I’m sweating more than usual, and it’s hot, and sometimes my body will start tingling!” You explain hurriedly, slightly worried at what was going on.

Alastor swallowed, smile straining, he wasn’t equipped with how to handle the situation. “Well dear,” Alastor stalled, momentarily scratching the loose felt on his antler. You gazed at him waiting for a response, but it never came, he just filled the air with static, eyeing you up and down. “Hello, Al? I would prefer to know, you look stressed.” You urged leaning toward him, Alastor inhaled deeply, and exhaled a growl. Your body reacted instantly to the noise, feeling a travelling sensation of heat shoot from your groin to your head making you feel dizzy. “If we are to talk about such things, it will not be here.” He snapped eyes closed tightly, fists clenched, you had no clue what was up with him. Just as you were about to urge him further, Lucifer came skipping into the kitchen whistling a tune. “Oh heyyy guys!” Lucifer exclaimed in a valley girl-esque voice, strutting up to the two of you.

“Morning big daddy.” You say jokingly, it wasn’t that big of a deal to you two; you always referred to Lucifer by either his name or some variation of dad. Alastor however didn’t find this to be funny, you and lucifer watched as Alastor grew taller, his static deafening. “Uhhh morning pumpkin,” Lucifer muttered, eyes focused on Alastor as he spoke. You heard the clacking of heels against the floor and your attention turned to the door. Angel paused at the entrance looking between Al and Lucifer. At this point Alastor leered over Lucifer, bent abnormally so, you were eyeing Angel between the gap Alastor left open. You mouthed ‘help’ at Angel, but he only grimaced and slowly backed off. “Do not refer to them that way.”

The air thickened, Alastor was tall and violent looking, there was black substance leaking from between his yellow teeth, the lights were dimmed and flickering, while his radio played creepy and glitchy old timey music. His voice was nearly unrecognisable as he grit his words out at Lucifer, and for the first time in hell, you felt terrified of a sinner. Most of the seven sins weren’t this eerie when they got mad, neither were the hellborns, they mainly just killed whoever crossed them; no one had shown their true demonic powers in front of you before.

“Woah there, big fella… uh, alright! I’ll just leave you two to it! And i’ll be gone!” And just like that Lucifer scurried off in an extremely comical way. Alastor, despite Lucifer gone didn’t come back to himself, still hunched over breathing deeply, static crackling through the air. You didn’t exactly know what to do in this situation, so for a moment you just stood watching. Eventually, after about two minutes of silence, Alastor shrunk, ever so slightly, still tall and creepy but not nearly as much as before. The static ceased, and the lights returned to the usual brightness, Alastor looked down at you, his usual red eyes back. “I’m so sorry dear, I hope I didn’t frighten you.”

You swallowed harshly, you had a strange mix of fear and arousal swirling within you that you weren’t ready to share with the demon, so instead you shook your head, unconvincingly so. “No not at all Al, how come that made you so upset?” A soft record scratch came from him when you asked. “What ever do you mean?” He innocently asked, tone lifted in false innocence. Crossing your arms together, hip propped out, you eyed him closely trying to gage what you were dealing with. As your eyes ran from his antlers down, you stopped crudely at his hips, noting the strain that appeared.

Alastor wasn’t big on sex, and to be fair you didn’t exactly have a high libido either, you preferred make out sessions and sweet romance, not necessarily needing sex. So it wasn’t often you’d see him in such a state, normally he only showed arousal when he was actively involved with you. Without warning he leaned over you, hands splayed across the counter behind you, trapping you between him and the counter. “Naughty little doe, can’t keep your eyes off me?” Alastor mocked darkly, his breath brushing against your cheek. The way he contorted down from his stretched height didn’t look anatomically possible, and despite the terrifying look of him you felt giddy and cheeky, with the urge to egg him on further.

You couldn’t stop the smirk that crawled its way onto your face, biting your lip in an attempt to curb it, unfortunately Alastor saw. Forcefully he grabbed your cheeks with his claws, yanking your face upward to face him properly. “My dear, I’ve been playing nice but i can see the mischief in your eyes-” Before he could finish you flattened your fingers and palm flat against the bulge in his pants. Alastor stilled as you gave him a pout, doe eyes blinking up at him and your white ears pulled back.

Alastor growled at the sight, shamefully bucking into your warm hand. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it, you're so handsome, y’know?” You whined, your other hand placed on his forearm beside you. Alastor grunted, something you rarely heard from him. “Upstairs, go.” He replied flatly, staring beyond your head at the cabinets above. Giggling manically, you ducked under his arms and sprinted to your shared room. Your body felt on fire and you could feel the arousal between your legs. As you rushed up the stairs you bumped into Angel who grabbed you by the shoulders. “Woah there toots, where ya headed now so cracked out, are things with big red all good?” Before you could respond, Alastors demonic form made way down the hall, shadows crawling out from his feet and knocking out the lights.

“Oh yeah okay, makes sense.” Angel said in a hurry, before taking off leaving you to your own devices. Laughing aloud with a giant grin on your face you continued sprinting down the hall, just barely out of Alastors grasp. His radio was a good tell on how close he was to you, the static was going crazy nearly giving you a headache. You broke out into an anxious run, unable to fight off the anticipation of what would happen. When you got to the room, you ran inside shutting the door. You glanced around and decided a good hiding place would definitely be the most cliche, not under the bed but under a computer desk. You squished yourself underneath the desk, which was incredibly uncomfortable and pulled the chair in to cover you as much as you could.

The door suddenly creaked open, the shadows consumed the floor, the lights dying out. Alastors static couldn’t be heard, but you could hear and feel the vibrations of his footsteps around the room. “Oh sweet thing, I know you don’t truly want to hide from me. Why don’t you come on out to me?” His voice was smooth compared to before, the static left his voice, leaving his unique and rich voice all bare to your ears. The burning sensation in your body worsened and it felt torturous to deny your body any friction, you knew if you moved you were done for.

Despite not being in real danger, your heart kicked up in speed when you heard his nails drag across the wooden desk above, his hooves coming into sight at the corner. Alastor pulled out the chair, humming to himself as he sat down. You held your breath as you watched him spread his lags out, shadows darker than the dark room swarming up behind him. You watched him unbuckle his belt lazily, his head obscured from your view, only his clawed hand and crotch in sight. “Up,” He ordered once his belt was undone, and his shirt untucked. Slithering out from under the desk, you used his thighs to balance and help you lift yourself up. Before you could fully get up he grabbed you by the neck and tugged you into a firey kiss. His teeth scraped against yours, and his tongue instantly took over your mouth, exploring and tainting every inch of your mouth.

You moaned into him as his other hand gripped your hip, digging his nails deep into it. Yanking your body up, you now sat on his lap just below the large bulge he’d been teasing you with. You jerked your hips forward, yearning the friction of him against you. Alastor pulled away a string of saliva still connecting the two of you together, you whined throwing your head back slightly in defiance. You’d never wanted someone so badly before, it was even worse then the first time you’d met Al. Panting you wrapped your arms around his neck, humping him mindlessly, the only focus being on cumming. “Look at you,” Alastor sneered, gripping your hips and pushing you down against him. “So desperate, you’ve got no restraint. I’m disappointed in you, little doe.”

You croaked out what could only be described as a plea, but really it just sounded like a meek shout. Above the two of you Alastors antlers grew out, looking large and broad. “Y’know what time it is my dear.” Alastor groaned watching sweat slip down your chest, eye twitching as he held himself back. “Answer me.” He ordered sticking his nails into your tights, you gasped and moaned finding more pleasure in the act then pain. “No,” You cried softly and breathlessly. At that Alastor brought his head down to nuzzle the top of your head, careful of his antlers, and whispered in your ear. “Mating season.” You stuttered breathing out a “ha” noise, lacking humour and instead being replaced by desperation. In this position you could smell only his scent, and the arousal you left in the air, it made you feel dizzy with lust. You knew what this meant and it edged you further to the fall; he was going to mate you; breed you. You cried his name and begged for nothing, just tugging at his coat and begging for him, and only him.

The demon chuckled darkly moving away from your hair, and with lidded eyes he looked down at you, messily humping him, nearly on the verge of tears. What a sight to behold. His tentacles emerged lifting you above his lap, just enough for him to get his slacks off. Once off, he leaned back, you hoisted in the air still squirming, he practically lit up with a light bulb of an idea. Gripping himself through his boxers, Alastor slowly stroked himself; grinning cheekily up at you as he did so, seeing how instantaneously you were captivated by him. Without your knowledge, the tentacles worked around you, undoing, and slowly pulling off your (alastors), slacks. With one tentacle around your waist, two under each arm, and two underneath your knees keeping your legs pulled apart, there was too many tentacles to notice that your pants and underwear were being discarded.

Not to mention Alastor had you enamoured with the way he stroked himself, humming out noises of approval, just for you. You moaned when you felt the coldness of a tentacle inch up the entirety of your vulva, practically cupping your entire heat. You let out a guttural groan at the sensation, immediately jerking into his magic. “Oh fuck Alastor,” You cried shaking as the tip of the tentacle swirled your clit. Alastor watched you tentatively, enjoying all the ways your body reacted.

Alastor loved watching how your toes curled, or how your stomach would clench visibly, or how you feebly tried to pull your legs together. He sped his movements, enjoying the feeling of himself through his boxers, a little dribble of cum staining a wet spot on his drawers. Alastor rarely jerked off, but god did it feel good to put on a show for you, he loved the ways your eyes only focused on him, never moving away from what he was doing. Alastor saw you were coming close to the end, but if you were to cum, it was going to be around him. With the flick of a wrist, the tentacles plopped you back on his thighs, disappearing and making you cry out.

“Alastor please, please, please, I need you,” You whined bucking up into the air. Alastor grabbed your wrists that were flinging around slightly trying to keep yourself stable. Alastor would be the first to admit, it was extremely hard to keep his smile right now, he wanted to give you other expressions to burn into your brain. “Look at me darling.” Alastor cooed, not enjoying the fact your eyes were squeezed tightly shut. You were still mumbling incoherent pleas as you cracked them open, being greeted by Alastors chest and lazily leaned back figure, he was still stretched out to an abnormal degree which gave you and him more leeway. The way he looked at you as if you were a god, it made your stomach flutter, not to mention how he made you feel so effortlessly small, which in a way felt nice, especially with him.

“You’re so gorgeous dear, I hope our children have your eyes,” You curled forward against your will, gripping his shirt like it was your lifeline. You nearly came at his forwardness not to mention the certainty in his voice, and he found it to be oh so adorable. Carefully he lifted you and lined himself up with you, thanks to the help of his tentacles. Inhaling deeply, he briefly enjoyed the smell of your scent throughout the room, from your sweat, to your fragrances, to your arousal, it all intoxicated him all at once with need. Slowly he sat you down on him, you had made yourself so wet there was barely any resistance, you did however clench making it extremely difficult for Alastor to hold back.

Groaning loudly, the demon smiled wide, straining to keep his composure. You had fallen against his chest, gripping onto him tightly, mouth ajar, drool dripping, and eyes shut tightly, you were in bliss. The only thing your mind could comprehend was him, all of him, and having him breed you, mate you, fill you full of him. At that thought your hips involuntarily bucked up, your clit brushing against the curly pubic hair he had, that trailed up to his bellybutton. Alastor drew in a breath, leaning his head back against the large seat behind him, feeling electrified by your walls around him. Feet planted on the floor Alastor used his footing to fuck up into you harshly, jerking your body upward as he did so. You cried out his name, letting him use your body as he pleased, and use he did. Alastors gentleman ways were far behind him at this moment, his mind was clouded with one purpose and that was to breed you. He harshly jerked his hips up into you, bouncing you up and down on top of him at his own will and pace.

His head was still laid back on the head rest, exposing his neck to you. Speedily, as he jerked up into you, you focused on undoing the buttons of his collared shirt, your mind set on leaving bites and hickeys all along him. Once you gained access to his neck fully, you dived in moaning and dragging your teeth against his warm flesh. This caused him to snap forward, his arms caging you from behind, pushing you into him future. You licked, kissed and bit at his neck occasionally groaning his name, Alastor started to pant violently, growling every so often. Lifting his hips off the chair with you still there, he stood up, his tentacles assisting where ever he needed. With the new posture granted new access, and a new pace. With your legs wrapped his waist you could feel his his tail that wagged and stiffened repeatedly against you, it made your own wiggle in response.

Alastor was a true demon now, pushing your upper half backward, you fumbled afraid to fall and hit your head on the desk, but instead you were pleased to feel four tentacles holding you up, and keeping you from falling. Alastor dragged his claws down your now exposed chest, straight down to your clit, marking the trail down your skin with a discoloured line. It gave you goosebumps and you clenched in anticipation, as his movements had stunted a little bit ago. Finally his eyes met yours, clouded with lust and a deeper red colour than before, speaking of which- he could barely keep them open, so fucked out in his own lust. His movements began, slow and deep at first, his eyes never looking away from yours, and you were too hypnotised by his to even think about looking anywhere else but him. Alastor made sure with every thrust you felt it through your entire body, every prod was deep and forceful, and it worked making you see stars. You cried out clenching your legs around him as he finally began to pick up the pace, jolting your body with ever thrust.

As he rapidly picked up the pace, you moaned, whined and grunted out high pitched noises of pleasure that you never knew you could make. Alastor was growling, and grunting, teeth bared as he jackhammered into you, skin slapping filling the silent room. Bending forward to lean over you, he nipped and bit at your chest leaving prominite triangular teeth marks that were unmistakably his. With the current angle he hit a spot in you that caused you to squeal, screaming his name at the top of your lungs, you reflexively gabbed his antlers. “More, more,” You cried squeezing onto the thick antlers. Alastor moaned, not growled or grunted, moaned. His pitch was lifted and his eyes closed in bliss as he began to hump you desperately, his legs jittery from the excitement. Panting, he lifted his head to meet your eyes, which weren’t facing him but instead the wall, your head turned away shyly. Grabbing your face, he forced your head in his direction and crash his lips against yours.

It was an opened mouth kiss with no rhythm, just teeth, tongue and desire. You both moaned and panted into each others mouths, and each time Alastor let out a breathless moan, you clenched around him. Wrapping his arms around you, Alastor pulled his mouth away noses still touching. “I c-can’t dear, not gonna last.” Alastor gritted, making you whine and mutter incoherently, you were already gushing fluids all down his legs and balls like a water fountain. “Oh fuck,” Alastor moaned his static glitching in and out. His pace suddenly quickened to a sickening degree, every thrust he let out a breathy growl. “Gonna breed you,” He muttered against your lips before crashing them against you, with the senstaion of wet pubic hair bumping against your swollen clit, and his body heat suffocating you, you couldn’t hold out any longer. The coil snapped in you, liquid gushing rapidly out of you painting his cock with your fluids, your body violently convulsed against him, screeching his name like a wild animals.

Alastors eyes turned to dials as his pace quickened, your orgasm bringing his own on as he felt the pressure break, without care he continually hammered into you, moaning and groaning your name into the nape of your neck. Around the room the lights violently flickered and flashed various colours, the radio off to the side flicking on and off with a strange tune. The amount of cum he strung out felt inhuman, and it felt like it was bloating you up. After a few moments of him whining and fucking into you, his cum so bountiful it ended up leaking out of you with every pump. Eventually he stilled falling against you and his tentacles that were also shaking with strain and exhaustion. The flickering lights and crazy stereo glitching ceasing. Alastor gripped you tightly, his shadows encasing the two of you, and releasing you on your shared bed. Alastor hadn’t pulled out of you, instead he pulled you closer, his body snapping back to his regular size, and snuggled himself into your back.

You were barely responsive, still dazed and confused trying to catch your breath. Alastor played with your fingers absentmindedly, kissing your exposed shoulder. Sighing happily, you wiggled yourself back up into him. “I love you dear.” Alastor muttered, silently voice muffled from the fact his face was buried against your shoulder. “I love you too.” You felt him freeze against you, suppose he didn’t expect you to be coherent enough for you to realize or respond.

~

“I just think there’s something more going on ere’.” Angel teased grinning at you, Lucifer hand his head down against the bar, Charlie and Vaggie sat on the couch, Vaggie looked tired and pissed off. Husk was, well Husk, and Nifty was nowhere to be seen. “What do you mean?” You say innocently sitting at a chair with your morning coffee by your side. “Oh please! The whole seven rings heard you two!” The king wailed, grabbing his hat so hard it may have ripped. You felt heat crawl up your neck at the claim, surely you weren’t that loud right? “Oh ya! The whole hotels hydro went out, thanks a lot strawberry pimp, made my stereo go all haywire.” Angel snickered poking your thigh with a raise of his eyebrows. Alastor stood tall behind you, a relaxed smile on his face. “I had to hear you two moan all morning yesterday!” Lucifer cried out throwing himself off the chair dramatically throwing himself around in despair. Alastor growled beside you, and when you glanced up you were surprised to see his ears pinned back.

“Guys cmon, you’re making me uncomfortable.” You say, you weren’t at all uncomfortable, but you worried that Alastor may have been, and you knew he wouldn’t enjoy being pushed under the bus and presented as weak to sexual teasing. Charlie thankfully ushered her father a way, and Vaggie walked off with her giving both you and Alastor a glare. The room was momentarily silent once they left, you eyed Angel, and Husk throwing back alcohol at the bar. “So, kids eh?” Immediately Alastor morphed into his demonic form at Angels words. You gave Angel a look but he wasn’t afraid of either of you, instead he giggled and skipped over to Husk.

~

Cuddled down in your brand new duvets, compliments of Lucifer, you waited for your husband to get back. Thankfully Alastor was always punctual and never kept you waiting long. Beside you on the left side of the bed was a crib, decked out in soft pinks and reds, with black accents all around. Attached to the crib was a demonic mobile, with little wooden runes, teeth, and horn hung on it handmade by Alastor. You had given birth to your baby only a week ago, and Alastor was doting, and a little obsessed. He wouldn’t let you leave the hotel, and very rarely the room. If you did leave you were followed by him, his shadows and Husk. He’d been out today all day, doing a special broadcast which involved slaughtering dozens of citizens and broadcasting it just as a friendly reminder as to not get in his way, or mess with him.

It felt a little wrong, Alastor had told you his plans and when you looked down at your baby girls face you couldn’t deny him, you wanted people to stay away, so neither of you told Charlie or Lucifer where he’d be going, just that he’d be gone. And he was supposed to return shortly, you made sure to listen in on his torturous journey, slightly enjoying how hot he sounded. Beside you, Mara, your baby girl, stirred making baby noises as she did so. Leaning over you peaked in to see if she was actually awake or simply shuffling and making noises in her sleep. When you looked over you were greeted with big (e/c) baby eyes of your daughter, she had alastors hair and ears, but thankfully lacked his yellow teeth, you loved your husband but it was uh, his aesthetic. Scooping her up you cooed to her and placed her on your bare chest, petting the tiny wisps of red hair that sprout from her head. She was warm, and smelt like brand new baby, fresh skin, with fragments of yourself and Alastor lingering. Being a deer certainly heightened the pregnancy process, and Alastors fears of being like the wild bucks above on earth were quickly dismissed.

Alastor was enamoured with Mara the moment you found out you were pregnant, it was a very trying time considering everybody was absolutely against it or absolutely infatuated, you had people telling n the news obsessively writing articles about you two, Vox was absolutely up your guys’ ass, and Lucifer was his own little problem. He never left Alastor alone always hounding him on how to be a good dad and to not ‘eat the baby’, which always made the room go silent. Alastor suddenly materialized in the room, black shadows crawling away from his form as he stepped in. Immediately his eyes zeroed in on you and Mara, eyes brightening at the sight. Slinking over to the bed, Alastor slid in beside you arm coming around your shoulder while the other pet the baby’s head and little ears. “She’s just a beauty! Oh if only my mother could meet her.” You looked over to him at that, a little surprised at that, you were very aware he was a mommas boy but never had you thought of the fact he’s been so far from her for so long, and that he may inwardly desire to have her back in his life.

Little hands came up and grabbed onto Alastors long fingered claw, brining it to her mouth, Mara began to ‘chew’ on him. You grinned happily at the sight, Alastor chuckling beside you. “So, I was listening over the radio, but regardless, how’d it go?” You ask twisting your body toward him, he hummed pulling his hands away from Mara. “Oh it was spectacular, everything went swimmingly. I briefly met up with Rosie and relayed the news, she's absolutely thrilled at the birth of Mara, says we must come by with her for lunch.”

“Will you let that happen, I haven’t seen the outside in days.” Alastor hummed flatly giving you a playful cut eye. “Perhaps a day will be fine.” You snorted, focusing your attention back on the baby, placing a kiss on her forehead. “So, whadaya think, grandpa Luc-” Alastor quickly interjected. “Immediately no, but go on.” You laughed aloud, shaking your head at his behaviour. “Grandpa Luci, Uncle Angel, Uncle Husk, Auntie Charlie, Aunt Vaggie, then we have Cousin Nifty, andddd.” You trail off thinking about who else could be added to the equation. “Godmother Rosie?” Alastor pipped up, seeming genuinely happy, you agreed instantly, loving the idea of Rosie being the godmother should anything happen to you two. Or Lucifer, or Charlie.

Alastor gently gestured to the baby, signaling he wanted to hold her, so you passed her over delicately watching as she melted into Alastors chest. “So dear,” Alastor said with a mischievous tone, head tilting towards you. “Shall we feed her deer meat? I think it’s good to start em young!” You groaned, and rolled your eyes it seemed your first fatal relationship argument was kids, and now the next will be what to feed them.

[shaysplanet]

what vampires are like in my twilight dr !

because i did change certain things from canon since stephanie is actually unhinged omg??? if this does well i'll do a pt. 2 and 3 and… yk how this works already

vampires have hard skin compared to humans, it is as if a human muscle was tensed but all over a vampire body 24/7.

75° F body temperature. they have a working heart but it doesn’t pump blood, it pumps venom through their veins which gives them their icy temperature. It also doesn’t accelerate—their heart beats steadily, as if on a loop.

vampires look their most alluring after feeding (3 days before the dark circles return). feeding does affect the strength capabilities of a vampire but the type of blood they drink does not.

vampires do not sparkle in the sunlight, but do carry a subtle luminescence, not to the point where it’s blinding but to a point where if a human eyes looks at them too hard, they’ll know something is different.

vampires are naturally incredibly still. they don’t need to blink or breathe for long periods of time.

vampires on an animal diet have an easier time creating connections and bonds than vampires on a human diet as the time away from human blood limits their ravenous frenzies and allows them to keep a greater sense of empathy.

vampires can eat human food though it gives them no nutritional benefit. the venom in their systems will simply break the food down quicker than the acid within a human system.

once turned, they lose some pigment in their skin and become paler/cooler in complexion (because of the loss of blood) but will still ethnically look the race they were born. vampires of all races exist around the world.

vampires do not have fangs contrary to how they’re portrayed in folklore. their teeth are incredibly sharp and cut through skin like butter. venom slicks their tongues and coats their mouth similarly to saliva which is how people are turned.

the reason evidence of vampire attacks always seems so brutal is because of the frenzied state vamps get locked into the moment they taste human blood. a vampire with enough restraint to turn a human instead of mangle its body is few and far between.

once turned, the appearance freezes at the age you were turned but not the mind. the only massive change that takes place in a vampire’s lifetime is if they find a mate (they only mate with one person their entire lifespan). finding a mate is rare for vampires on human diets.

vampires don’t become exceptionally attractive unless they were attractive as humans.

however, most vampires are choosy when it comes to producing newborns so even with that knowledge, it’s rare to find a vampire that is not spectacularly beautiful.

the only vampires that will always be extraordinarily beautiful are immortal children. vampires around the age of 2-6 have an extreme pull on anyone due to the pheromones they release as toddlers and the natural inclination to protect babies that humans are born with. this is why immortal children are illegal.

when the Cullens aren’t being watched by humans (not including me) they’re incredibly peculiar.

a vampire will always view a human as prey first, even the ones who don’t partake in human blood can’t help their predatory inclinations. however bonds can still be formed with humans overtime which heightens a vampire’s compassion.

a vampire’s scent is rich and intoxicating, with hints of dark spices, sweet vanilla, and a touch of metallic twang.

a vampire is practically indestructible. their skin is near impenetrable, only being able to be harmed by another supernatural creature. their regenerative factor is nearly faster than the speed of light. they can easily lift objects that are several hundred times their weight, potentially even thousands while in their newborn state. they run upwards of 120 miles per hour (Edward is the fastest vampire Carlisle’s met and he runs close to 140).

the only ways to kill a vampire are to dismember it and burn the body or smite the vampire’s immortality and dismember it afterwards (the seraphic way).

shapeshifters have the most potent scent to vampires as it’s not at all appealing to their appetite so they recognize it immediately.

[porcalinecunt]

𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!

🎀 ᯓ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ baji always wanted to make his own amateur film, so why not have you as his pretty little porn star?

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

ྀི . ° . cw — ftm! reader , pornography , dub-con , filming , public sex , breeding , mating press , rough sex , hair pulling , use of term “sissy” , reader dresses/presents feminine , baji is so mean ; ; </3

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ ] told yall i had a draft ready after this! this honestly wasn’t proofread so apologies in advance, i was too tired </3

“c’mon, it’ll be fun!”

a wicked grin spread on the man’s face, his sharp canines peaking through his lips as if he was ready to tear into you like a lion to a shred of juicy meat.

you knew what kind of friend baji was, the kind that playfully chokes you too hard during play fighting. the kind of friend that flips your skirt up to get a squeal or two out of you. you were just too cute, too damn perfect for him. a guy like you is hard to come by, a pretty face often swooped with princess pink blush and lip gloss that taste like candy if you're lucky to taste them. your wardrobe consists of pieces that turn your figure into eye candy, from adorably designed one pieces to the tight stockings that drive anyone crazy.

unfortunately, it drives baji beyond insane. it excites him everytime you shoot him a text, either asking him if he was busy or to show off a new outfit you bought yourself. the latter has him like a rabid animal as he practically preys that it’s another teeny mini skirt or oversized hoodie, why? obviously, the guy’s got a hard on for easy access clothing. so what happens when on a particularly hot day, alone with your best friend, he drags you into an empty public bathroom stall and whips out his phone with a predatory gaze in his eyes.

“k-kei..? why do you have that out?”

“relax, just wanna try somethin’ with ya. saw it at kaz’s place..”

his tone was nonchalant with a slight sadism hidden behind his answer. you weren’t stupid, you’ve been to kazutora’s home before and saw the disgusting amount of pornography he stashed away. magazine with busty bikini models hidden underneath his bed along with tapes of whatever he managed to grab at the record store.

a certain genre though always caught your eye and got the boys off the hardest, the amature hottie. homemade porn stars filming their saucy moments in the comfort of their own homes, or in public if they’re degenerate enough. the tapes baji and kazutora got off to ranged from hot models plowed by whatever lucky bastard they seduced to pretty sissies slobbering over old man cock. the latter is particularly liked by baji, especially if the star looks a little too much like you..

now he’s got his little star in front of him, shoved into a cramped stall and fangs latched onto your neck. a strained whimper rung throughout the bathroom walls as he fumbled with the buckle of his belt, already trying to shimmy his pants off.

“w-wait, not here..! someone could see!—“ you whined, hard not to when baji’s terrifying hard on pressed itself against your ass. the man grinded against your boxers that hid underneath your oh so tiny skirt that he took pleasure in tugging off until it fell to your ankles. hot and heavy breaths tickled your ear as he began to groan out lewd warnings about what’s to come. you violently shook your head, fear keeping you frozen against the stall yet arouses you.

“keisuke..please don’t do this.” you pleaded one last time, only for a beeping sound to reply.

“too late.”

a loud tear forced a confused noise out of you, before the cool air hitting your soaked cunt snapped you to the realization of your torn boxers on the ground. baji barely gave you time to process his sudden aggression as he kicked your ankles apart until your legs were spread and palms flat against the vandalized stall wall.

“shiiit, so soaked f’me huh? you ready, sweet boy?” baji cooed in a tone so faux, it stung to hear. he holds his phone up to where your spread and glistening cunt twitched in anticipation, arousal dripped down your thighs as he ran his slender fingers through the slit. he made sure the camera filmed every angle, every detail of your needy cunt for whoever eventually watches soaks up the view they’ll never have in person.

you couldn’t crane your neck enough to see what he was doing, only getting a hint once you felt something hard and wet prodding at your cunt. “kei?! w-wait!—ah!”

the man nearly came already by your yelps of pain and pleasure alone, aiming the phone so that footage of him balls deep and pressed up against your ass wouldn’t be missed. “ohhh fuck. fuck! so pretty ‘n tight f’me, ah?” he groaned with his whole body caging yours, almost like a mating press. flipping the camara to face the both of you, he titls it down until your stuffed cunt was visible. baji wasn’t gonna half ass something like this, not when he’s for sure gonna jerk off to it later tonight.

out of instinct, you attempted to hide your face away from the glowing red dot of the camara glaring at you, hiding away your tears and swollen lips formed into an o shape as strained sobs rang throughout the stall. baji, already impatient, took a fistfull of your hair and forced your whole head to face the camara. you could barely see what was being captured through your glassy eyes as your friend’s pace grew more and more aggressive and sloppy, digging as deep as he could go until he’s practically bruising your cervix. your stomach was practically in knots, you couldn’t tell if it was from how hard he was fucking you or the anxiety that came with screwing in a public bathroom where anyone could walk in and overhear the live porn shoot in action.

it was pure ecstasy, the mere thought of someone seeing the film and getting off on your body made your eyes roll back to your brain, or even right now if they had the balls to swing the stall door open and watch it up close. “you like this do ya?”

“wha..?” you moaned, unable to string two words together. baji snapped his hips flat against your ass, yanking you closer until his lips were touching your ear. “your gettin’ off on this, bein’ fucked like a cheap slut in public hm?” he rasped, holding back a chuckle in his throat. click! the shutter sound of the camara echoed, before another click! startled you. “look at you, pretty little sissy boy aren’t ya?” he practiclly groaned before letting your hair go, yanking you by your limp arms onto his dick until you felt it twitch. spurts of hot cum indicative of his incoming orgasm, and he wasn’t pulling out for this flick. “hgnn–keisuke! cum inside meee!” you whined, much to his excitement as such a noise like that went straight to his dick until his thrusts grew near animalistic.

“yeahh–scream f’me sissy boy, fuckin’ scream.” he laughed, a diabolical laugh that pushed you towards the edge of your orgasm as you scratched up the wall. a high pitch sob tore itself from your throat as you creamed all over baji’s girth, only for him to return the favor by stuffing you full of his thick seed. you barely came down from the orgasm when the feeling of emptiness overtakes you, you whipped your head around to see baji pull himself out of your ruined cunt.

“w-why did you?--”

“hold still, don’t wanna miss the best part.” he replied, as he filmed the lewd aftermath of his homemade movie.

© porcalinecunt 🎀 ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[reveryfics]

summer pool fics !!

if you're currently writing for the boys (aswell as smut), the deep x marine animal ! male supe reader? specifically a lemon shark "hybrid" if possible. ^^

i lov your fics so much!! no scenario in mind, other than the summer pool idea,., myb kevin finding out reader has gills or something. ^3^

i humbly apply to be, 🐙 anon

Love Bites

Kevin Moskowitz "The Deep" x Male Reader

Summary: The scorching summer heat wave had just begun, and for an aquatic supe like you, a dip in the pool was becoming a very appealing prospect.

A/N: It ended up not being smut, I just couldn't figure out how to make it cohesive enough to get anywhere. Instead we just get a make out scene and Kevin being a pervert. I'm collecting anons like Pokémon :D

TW: Suggestive - Flirting - Teasing - Biting - Blood - Makeing out - Supe reader

Joining The Seven, Vought's elite superhero team, was never on your radar. Especially not in a city like New York, where your unique aquatic abilities felt largely out of place. However, your consistent and effective efforts in aiding coastal cities during various crises had not gone unnoticed. Vought, ever the opportunists, extended an offer they described as a "partnership" with The Deep, their resident aquatic hero.

You were initially hesitant, wary of the corporate machine and the spotlight that came with it. But then, they dangled the ultimate bait: a luxurious residence with prime waterfront access, complete with your own private pool. For someone whose powers thrived in and around water, it was an offer you simply couldn't refuse.

Adapting to life alongside The Deep, or Kevin as you quickly learned was his real name, proved surprisingly easy. It was as if the particularly over-friendly nature of the lemon shark — the very creature whose DNA you shared — was seeking a kindred spirit. This innate connection seemed to effortlessly draw you towards Kevin, who, despite his expensive cologne, perpetually carried the faint, familiar scent of fish.

Kevin, in turn, developed an immediate fondness for you. Perhaps it was the way you shadowed him, not quite a lost puppy, but certainly with an undeniable loyalty. Or perhaps, and this was the more intriguing possibility, he genuinely felt a connection that transcended your shared aquatic abilities. It certainly didn't hurt that every lewd comment or inappropriate action Kevin made was met with an almost disarming affection from you. He could grope your backside in a hallway, or make a suggestive remark about how your sharp teeth would feel against his skin, and you would simply meet his gaze with a genuine, unperturbed smile.

He wouldn't readily admit it, but there was something about you that captivated him. The dangerous glint in your sharp, predatory teeth when you smiled, the subtle lisp that laced your words, the way your eyes mimicked the piercing, lifeless gaze of a lemon shark yet still managed to hold so much vibrant life and warmth within them. He found himself drawn to all of these qualities, and if he were truly honest, even more beyond that. That's precisely why he found himself at your place on this scorching summer day, content to sit by the shimmering pool.

Kevin watched, mesmerized, as you gracefully navigated the cool water. Occasionally, you'd break the surface, your head emerging to fix him with an intense stare, like a predator sizing up its prey – a juicy tuna, perhaps. He hadn't even realized how long he'd been staring until you effortlessly pulled yourself from the pool, your swim trunks clinging loosely to your hips.

"You going to sit there all day or are you going to join me?" you huffed, now standing over Kevin, arms crossed, a challenging glint in your eyes.

He cocked an eyebrow, a new observation catching his attention. How had he never noticed your gills before? Most likely, your superhero suit concealed them, just as his did. And it seemed that when you weren't submerged, they seamlessly closed up, becoming practically invisible. "You have gills?" he murmured, a hint of genuine surprise in his voice.

You let out a low sigh, a playful smirk touching your lips. "Yeah, and they're far less uglier than yours," you retorted, gesturing pointedly towards Kevin's bare torso, where his own prominent gills were on full display. The unspoken challenge in your words hung in the air, a silent invitation for him to prove you wrong.

"Hey! Mine aren't ugly," Kevin scoffed, though a smirk played on his lips. He ran a hand over his own gills, almost defensively. "They're... efficient. And clearly, more developed." He pushed himself off the edge of the pool, moving closer to where you stood. "Besides, I've had mine since birth. You just kept yours a secret."

You rolled your eyes, a small ripple going through the water at the motion. "Not a secret, just... not something I lead with. Not exactly a great icebreaker, 'Hi, I have gills!'" You shivered slightly as a breeze picked up, goosebumps rising on your wet skin. Kevin noticed, his gaze softening as he grabbed a towel from a nearby lounge chair.

"Here," he said, holding it out to you. "You'll catch a chill."

You took the towel, wrapping it around your shoulders. "Thanks," you murmured, a genuine smile gracing your lips, the sharp edges of your teeth less intimidating in the soft light. "So, still not joining?"

Kevin considered it for a moment, looking at the inviting blue of the pool, then back at you. He liked seeing you like this, relaxed and unguarded, away from the demanding glare of Vought Tower and the constant performance of being a supe. He liked that you didn't judge his often clumsy attempts at humor or his more... forward tendencies. With you, it felt less like he was playing a part, and more like he could just be.

"Alright, alright," he conceded. "But only if you promise not to try and out-swim me." He winked.

You laughed, a clear, bright sound. "No promises, Deep. You know how competitive I get."

As he stepped into the cool water, the sudden splash momentarily dousing you, he noticed the way your eyes, those captivating shark-like eyes, gleamed with something akin to genuine happiness. Maybe, just maybe, this "partnership" was exactly what they both needed.

The cool water was a welcome respite from the oppressive summer heat, and Kevin relished the sensation as he submerged himself. He pushed off the bottom, gliding towards you with an easy grace that belied his often awkward terrestrial demeanor. When he surfaced, shaking water from his hair, you were already treading water a few feet away, a playful challenge in your shark-like eyes.

"So, the great Deep finally deigns to join the common folk," you teased, a splash of water hitting his face.

Kevin chuckled, wiping the water from his eyes. "Someone had to show you how it's done. You're just splashing around." He propelled himself forward, a powerful kick of his legs sending him surging through the water. He was fast, undeniably so, but you were no slouch either. With a flick of your wrist and a subtle ripple of what he now knew were your gills, you were right there with him, matching his pace stroke for stroke.

They spent the next hour in a comfortable rhythm of playful races and easy conversation. You talked about the peculiar challenges of using your abilities in landlocked situations, and the surprising freedom you felt in the open ocean. Kevin, in turn, shared anecdotes about his public appearances, the never-ending demands of Vought, and the quieter moments he cherished with his aquatic friends. There was a genuine ease between you, a shared understanding born from your unique physiologies and the bizarre world you inhabited.

As the sun began its slow descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, you both found yourselves floating near the edge of the pool, the water gently lapping around you. The playful banter had given way to a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city.

"You know," Kevin said, his voice softer than usual, "it's... nice. Having someone who just gets it." He gestured vaguely between the two of you. "The whole... fish thing. The pressure. All of it."

You met his gaze, the sharp edges of your teeth hidden beneath a genuine smile. "Yeah," you agreed, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the setting sun. "It really is."

A comfortable stillness settled between you, a quiet acknowledgment of the unique bond that was forming. It was more than just a Vought-mandated "partnership"; it was a genuine connection, forged in the depths of shared experiences and the unexpected comfort of simply being.

The tranquil moment, as idyllic as the setting sun, was, of course, destined to be shattered by Kevin. He pushed off the bottom of the pool with a powerful kick, closing the distance between you in an instant. Before you could react, he had you pressed against the cool, tiled edge, his body a warm presence in front of yours. He stood there, a damned idiot indeed, a playful yet undeniably lecherous smirk stretching across his face.

You could have easily overpowered him. You had, countless times before, when his antics pushed the boundaries of your patience. Your strength, often underestimated, was more than a match for his. But instead of pushing him away, you simply smiled, a slow, deliberate unveiling of the mixed human and shark-like teeth that lined your mouth. It was a smile that promised mischief and a hint of danger, an unspoken challenge that he, in his current state, seemed oblivious to.

His eyes, usually wide and innocent, were now narrowed with an almost predatory glint as they raked over your form, lingering below the waterline. "You know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, surprisingly close to your ear, "you look even better wet. And those trunks… they really don't leave much to the imagination, do they?"

Before you could retort, his hands found your hips, slipping beneath the water's surface. His touch was firm, possessive, and entirely too familiar. He drew you closer, the friction of your bodies a sudden, intense warmth in the cool water. His thumb grazed the waistband of your trunks, a subtle, almost imperceptible pressure that sent a shiver down your spine – a shiver that was as much anticipation as it was annoyance.

"I can't help but wonder," he continued, his voice dropping to an almost inaudible whisper, his gaze fixed on your mouth, "how those sharp teeth of yours would feel... everywhere." A beat of silence hung in the air, charged with unspoken implications, before he added, "And I'm not just talking about a little nip, either. I'm talking a full-on, 'leave a mark' kind of experience." The smirk on his face widened, a challenge now openly daring you to respond to his blatant provocation.

You could feel the blood heat in your veins, a familiar rush of irritation and something else, something primal and undeniably intrigued. His words, his touch, always managed to ignite that particular spark. The danger in your smile intensified, your eyes narrowing to slivers that mimicked the keen gaze of a hunter.

"Oh, Kevin," you purred, the lisp in your voice more pronounced now, a subtle hiss that only he seemed to truly hear. Your hands, until now resting idly on the pool's edge, rose slowly to rest on his shoulders, your fingers digging in just enough to convey a silent warning. "You truly have no idea, do you?"

You leaned closer, invading his personal space, the scent of chlorine and him – that ever-present hint of the ocean – filling your senses. His breath hitched almost imperceptibly. You could feel the tautness in his muscles under your touch, a clear sign that despite his bravado, he was keenly aware of the precarious line he was treading.

"Those 'nips' as you so delicately put it," you continued, your voice dropping to a near whisper, "can do a lot more than just 'leave a mark.' They can tear, Deep. Shred. And believe me, Kevin, there are a lot of places where they'd feel very at home."

You let your gaze drop pointedly to his exposed chest, then back up to his eyes, watching the flicker of genuine apprehension that finally registered there. The smirk on his face faltered, replaced by a slight widening of his eyes. He still held your hips, but the confident grip had loosened, almost imperceptibly.

"So, the question isn't how my teeth would feel in your skin," you finished, a low, guttural growl rumbling in your chest, "it's whether you're brave enough to find out."

You held his gaze, a silent challenge passing between you. The air crackled with a tension that was both playful and deeply animalistic. For a moment, the only sound was the gentle lapping of the water, and the rapid beat of Kevin's heart against your palm.

Kevin swallowed hard, the confident bravado that usually coated his interactions with you momentarily stripped away. He could see the truth in your eyes, the primal, untamed side that lay beneath your charming exterior. The thought of those teeth, sharp and glistening, doing more than just a playful nip, sent a shiver down his spine that was less about arousal and more about a very real, very delicious fear.

"Right," he managed, his voice a little hoarse. The smirk had completely vanished, replaced by a look that was a fascinating blend of awe and genuine trepidation. "A... 'leave a mark' kind of experience. Got it." His grip on your hips, which had slackened, now tightened again, but with a different kind of intensity – less possessive, more like he was holding on for dear life.

You let the silence hang for another beat, letting the implications of your words sink in. Then, a slow, triumphant smile spread across your face, revealing those teeth once more, but this time, the danger was tempered with a mischievous glint.

"Good," you purred, and with a sudden, fluid movement, you twisted out of his grasp. You pushed off the pool edge, sending a playful spray of water in his face. In an instant, you were gliding away from him, your form a blur beneath the surface.

Kevin blinked, shaking the water from his eyes. He watched as you surfaced a few feet away, laughing, that clear, bright sound echoing around the now-darkening pool area. The setting sun cast long, shimmering shadows across the water, making your form seem almost ethereal. He was still pressed against the edge, a dumbstruck grin slowly spreading across his face.

He had tried to be the predator, to push your boundaries with his usual lewd charm. But you, in your own unique and terrifying way, had effortlessly flipped the script, reminding him exactly who held the real power in this particular dynamic. And the most frustrating, exhilarating part? He wouldn't have it any other way.

He pushed off the wall, a renewed determination in his eyes. "You're on, Shark Bait!" he called out, launching himself after you, the chase now truly on.

The chase was exhilarating. Kevin, invigorated by your challenge, was a blur of limbs and splashes, his usual grace amplified by the thrill of the pursuit. He lunged, feinted, and darted through the water, but you were always one step ahead, a fluid shadow he couldn't quite grasp.

"Can't catch me, Deep!" you taunted, surfacing just out of his reach, a playful spray of water showering his face. Your laughter, bright and unburdened, echoed across the water.

"Oh, I'll catch you, Shark Bait!" he retorted, a grin stretching across his face as he pushed off the bottom, narrowing the gap between you. "Just waiting for you to get tired!"

You rolled your eyes, but the smile never left your face. "Tired? Please. I could do this all night." You ducked under the water, letting your body become one with the currents, a fleeting dark shape just beyond his grasp. You could feel the subtle vibrations of his movements, hear the rush of water as he propelled himself, a perfect sonar image forming in your mind.

He let out a frustrated grunt as you popped up behind him, lightly tapping his shoulder before darting away again. "That's cheating!" he protested, spinning around. "You're using your... advanced senses!"

"And you're using your... massive ego!" you shot back, a wicked gleam in your eyes. "Fair is fair, Kevin."

The teasing escalated, each retort sharper, each near-miss more tantalizing. He'd try to grab your ankle, only for you to kick away with a powerful flick of your legs. You'd swim circles around him, close enough for him to feel the displacement of the water, but always just out of reach. There was an unspoken agreement in this dance, a thrill in the pursuit, a knowing flicker in your shared glances that this was more than just a game of tag.

He finally cornered you near the shallow end, his arms reaching out to ensnare you. But you were quicker. In a sudden burst of speed, you ducked under his outstretched arms, twisting your body with an almost inhuman agility. Before he could reorient himself, you had surged forward, closing the distance between you and the pool wall.

Kevin, momentarily off balance, found himself abruptly pushed back against the cool, tiled surface. Your hands, surprisingly strong, found his shoulders, pressing him firmly against the wall. His eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and that familiar, appealing blend of fear and exhilaration.

You leaned in close, your face mere inches from his. The water dripped from your hair, tickling his nose. His breath hitched, and you could feel the rapid thrum of his pulse against your palms. The scent of him, that unique aquatic musk, was intoxicatingly close.

"Gotcha," you whispered, your voice a low, triumphant purr, the lisp making the word stretch out sensuously. Your shark-like teeth were on full display now, a sharp, white line against the wet darkness of your lips. The hunt was over, and the predator had claimed its prey. The roles had been decisively, deliciously, reversed.

He was truly pinned, his back pressed flat against the cool tiles, your hands on his shoulders holding him in place. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his eyes, usually so full of an obnoxious confidence, were wide, reflecting the low glow of the pool lights. He was completely at your mercy, and for once, he seemed to know it.

"Well, well, well," you mused, your voice a low hum against the gentle lapping of the water. You leaned in even closer, your wet hair brushing against his forehead. "Look what the tide dragged in."

Kevin's lips parted as if to retort, but no sound came out. He was too busy staring at your mouth, at the sharp, almost predatory gleam of your teeth in the dim light. The playful menace in your eyes, however, was what truly held his gaze.

"Cat got your tongue, Deep?" you whispered, a challenging smirk playing on your lips. You could feel the subtle tremor in his shoulders beneath your hands. The scent of him, heightened by the proximity, filled your senses—chlorine, fish, and something else, something uniquely Kevin.

He finally managed to clear his throat, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Just... admiring the view," he breathed, his voice a little shaky, but a flicker of his old charm trying to resurface. His eyes dropped to your lips, then to the exposed skin of your neck, before darting back to meet your gaze.

You let out a soft, amused huff. "Oh, I'm sure you are." You tightened your grip on his shoulders just slightly, enough to convey that you were still in control. "But we both know this isn't about 'admiration,' is it, Kevin?"

You paused, letting the implication hang in the air between you. The silence stretched, charged with the unsaid, with all the unspoken tension and undeniable attraction that simmered beneath your constant banter. Kevin's gaze was fixed on yours, searching, vulnerable, waiting for your next move.

You could see the internal struggle on his face, the battle between his usual slick persona and the raw vulnerability you had managed to coax out of him. It was a rare sight, and one you savored.

"No," he finally admitted, his voice barely a whisper, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your mouth, then lower, to where your bodies met beneath the surface of the water. "It's not."

A slow, satisfied smile spread across your face, the dangerous glint in your eyes softening just a fraction. You leaned in even closer, your lips brushing his ear, sending a jolt through his frame.

"Good," you murmured, your voice a low, teasing rasp. "Because I think we're both past the point of just 'admiration,' wouldn't you agree?"

Before he could answer, you pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze again. The question hung in the air, a silent dare, an invitation to acknowledge the undeniable current that flowed between you. His eyes, still wide and a little dazed, searched yours, and in them, you saw a flicker of surrender, mixed with a healthy dose of pure, unadulterated desire.

A tremor ran through Kevin's body, a physical manifestation of the raw tension between you. He parted his lips, a shaky breath escaping him. The vulnerability in his eyes was almost disarming, a stark contrast to the lewd confidence he usually exuded. He was truly exposed, and it was a look you found surprisingly captivating.

"Yeah," he finally managed, his voice barely a whisper, thick with an emotion you couldn't quite name, but recognized nonetheless. "Yeah, I'd agree."

The admission hung in the air, a fragile thing that could shatter at the slightest wrong move. But instead of shattering, it solidified into something palpable. You felt a shift, a definitive crossing of a line that had long been blurred between you. This wasn't just a game anymore.

You felt a surge of something primal, a deep satisfaction that hummed in your very bones. This was what you had been waiting for, the moment he dropped the act, the moment he allowed himself to be truly seen by you.

Your gaze flickered from his eyes to his mouth, then back again. The playful menace in your shark-like teeth softened, replaced by a different kind of intensity. You leaned in again, this time not to whisper a threat, but to close the last sliver of space between you.

Kevin's eyes fluttered shut as your lips finally met his. It was a tentative beginning, a soft press that tasted of chlorine and the unspoken desires that had simmered between you for so long. For a moment, the world outside the pool ceased to exist. There was only the cool water, the warmth of his body against yours, and the undeniable connection that had finally, undeniably, ignited.

The initial tentative touch ignited, a spark catching fire between you. The kiss deepened, Kevin's arms snaking around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The water, once a cool barrier, now served to heighten every sensation, every press of skin against skin. Your bodies, slick and warm, moved together in a slow, almost hypnotic rhythm, the gentle lapping of the pool a soft counterpoint to the accelerating beat of your hearts.

You could feel the hard planes of his chest against your own, the flex of his muscles as he held you possessively. His lips were soft, eager, a stark contrast to the sharp edge you usually presented. He kissed you with a desperate hunger, as if he'd been waiting for this moment, this release, for a lifetime.

Responding in kind, you opened your mouth to him, a low moan rumbling in your throat as his tongue met yours. It was a familiar dance, yet charged with a new, potent electricity. Your hands, still on his shoulders, tightened, your fingers digging into the wet skin beneath them.

Then, a mischievous impulse, sharp and sudden, took hold. You pulled back just a fraction, your gaze dropping to his bottom lip, full and inviting. With a deliberate slowness that was pure torment, you leaned in again, your shark-like teeth just barely grazing his skin. A low growl, more pleasure than threat, escaped your throat as you closed your teeth gently over his lip, not hard enough to break the skin, but just enough for him to feel the tantalizing pressure, the faint, primal warning of what lay beneath.

Kevin gasped, a sharp intake of breath against your mouth, a shiver racking his body. He tensed, his hands gripping your hips tighter, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between your forms. The slight nip sent a jolt through him, a jolt that was a dangerous cocktail of fear and intense arousal. He knew, intimately, what those teeth were capable of, and the knowledge only served to heighten the frantic energy that now pulsed between you.

You didn't stop there. The small nip at his lip was merely an appetizer, a taste of the dangerous pleasure you intended to inflict. You pulled your mouth away from his, leaving his lips swollen and slightly parted, a silent gasp escaping him. He was breathing heavily now, a desperate, guttural sound that thrilled you to your core.

Your gaze dropped to his neck, a canvas of taut muscle and pulsing veins. With deliberate slowness, you began to press soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline, inching lower towards the vulnerable hollow of his throat. Then, you introduced the exquisite torment of your teeth once more. Not biting, not drawing blood, but a series of light, teasing nips that dragged your sharp enamel across his skin. He shivered violently against you, a low moan escaping his lips as your teeth scraped and teased, a whisper of primal sensation.

His hands, still gripping your hips, tightened to the point of bruising, his knuckles white. He arched into you, an almost desperate plea, utterly at your mercy. You could feel the frantic beat of his heart thudding against your chest, mirroring the rapid pulse that now hammered in your own ears.

But you weren't done. Your mouth continued its descent, leaving a trail of wet heat and prickling sensations in its wake. Your tongue, slick and agile, glided over the curve of his shoulder, then down, towards his chest. You tasted the chlorinated water, the faint saltiness of his skin, and the distinct, alluring scent of him.

You lingered at his pectorals, your tongue tracing the hard lines of muscle before finding one of his nipples. You circled it slowly, deliberately, with the tip of your tongue, feeling the immediate hardening beneath your touch. Then, with a soft, sucking motion, you drew it into your mouth, your teeth gently scraping again, this time at the sensitive peak. Kevin let out a choked cry, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure and desperation. His head fell back against the tiled wall, exposing the full length of his throat, an unspoken invitation. He was yours, completely.

You pulled away, your mouth leaving the sensitive peak of his nipple, a gasp tearing from Kevin's throat as the sudden absence of your touch left him aching. He instinctively tried to follow, to reclaim the pressure, but your hands on his shoulders held him firmly in place against the wall.

Your gaze, dark and knowing, met his, filled with a dangerous mix of triumph and playful cruelty. He knew what you were doing. Every deliberate movement, every lingering touch followed by a strategic withdrawal, was a calculated tease. He hated it. Hated the exquisite torment of being pushed to the edge, only for you to pull back just before he shattered. His jaw was clenched, his knuckles white where his hands still gripped your hips. He was a man suspended in raw need, and you were the architect of his exquisite agony.

You leaned in again, not for his mouth, but to linger over the curve of his neck, where his pulse hammered a frantic rhythm against your lips. Your breath, warm and humid, ghosted over his skin, sending shivers through him. You pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss just below his ear, your tongue a slow, deliberate slide along the line of his jaw. He let out a low, frustrated growl, a desperate sound of yearning that vibrated against your chest.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he rasped, his voice strained, a desperate plea in his eyes. He squeezed your hips, a silent demand for you to either finish what you started or let him go.

You smirked, a wicked glint in your eyes. "Oh, Kevin, you have no idea," you whispered back, your lips just brushing his skin as you spoke. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the tension in his muscles, the way his body subtly pushed against yours, begging for more. And in that moment, you reveled in the absolute power you held over him.

You could feel his barely restrained desperation, the way his body subtly pleaded for release. And though you enjoyed the torment, the exquisite power of his heightened need, even you had your limits for teasing. The corner of your mouth quirked into a subtle smile as you finally gave in.

You pulled away from his neck just enough to get a better angle, your eyes locking onto the soft, vulnerable skin in the curve of his shoulder, right where his neck met the deltoid. It was a spot that promised both intimacy and a shocking amount of pain if handled incorrectly. You leaned in, no longer with playful nips, but with a sudden, decisive intent.

Kevin's eyes widened fractionally as he registered the shift, a flicker of raw apprehension replacing his desperate arousal. But it was too late. Your teeth, sharp and unforgiving, sank into the tender flesh. It wasn't a gentle bite, not a love-nip. This was harsh, deliberate, and undeniably primal. You felt the satisfying resistance of his skin giving way, heard the faint tearing sound, and then, the distinct, coppery taste of blood bloomed in your mouth.

Kevin cried out, a guttural sound that was part pain, part shock, and part an almost animalistic release. His hands instantly clamped down on your hips with bruising force, not to push you away, but to hold you impossibly closer, as if anchoring himself against the sudden, exquisite agony. His body stiffened, a tremor running through him, then he slumped against the wall, head thrown back, breath coming in ragged gasps.

You held the bite for a moment, savoring the feeling of your teeth buried in his flesh, the warm, metallic tang filling your senses. It was a profound, almost instinctual satisfaction. Then, slowly, you released your hold, pulling back your head. A thin trickle of dark red blood welled up from the two distinct punctures on his shoulder, glistening starkly against his pale skin and the chlorinated water.

You met his gaze, your eyes dark and intense, a silent question in their depths. He was panting, staring at you with a mix of shock, pain, and an undeniable, almost terrifying fascination. The game was over. The boundaries had been violently, thrillingly, broken.

The small wellspring of blood on Kevin's shoulder was stark against his skin, a vivid testament to your primal act. He was still pinned, chest heaving, his eyes wide and fixed on yours, a complex storm of emotions swirling within their depths: shock, pain, but also a dangerous glint of something akin to awe, even a perverse satisfaction. He reached up, his fingers tentatively brushing the fresh wounds on his shoulder, a low groan escaping him.

"You... you really did it," he rasped, his voice raw, a strange mix of accusation and wonder.

You watched him, your own breath steady, the metallic tang of his blood still lingering on your tongue, a sharp, intoxicating reminder of your actions. There was no regret, only a deep-seated hum of satisfaction that resonated through your entire being. This was the raw, untamed side of you, a part that few ever saw, let alone experienced so intimately.

"Did you think I wouldn't, Kevin?" you murmured, your voice low, a playful challenge still present, but now underscored by a dangerous edge. Your gaze dropped to the twin punctures, then back to his eyes, watching his reaction intently. "You asked for it. You dared me."

His lips, still swollen from your kiss, curved into a slow, almost bewildered smile. It was a genuine smile, devoid of his usual manufactured charm, a raw expression of the boundary that had just been shattered between you. He looked from the blood on his shoulder to your face, then back again, as if trying to reconcile the two images.

"Yeah," he breathed, a hint of something resembling surrender in his eyes. "I guess I did." He paused, a different kind of warmth now spreading through him, one that wasn't from the setting sun. "Doesn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch."

You let out a low chuckle, a soft, guttural sound that seemed to vibrate through the water. You finally released your hold on his shoulders, allowing him to push off the wall. He moved slowly, almost cautiously, still processing the intensity of the moment.

"I imagine it did," you admitted, a genuine softness entering your tone, a rare glimpse of compassion. You reached out, your thumb gently wiping away a stray drop of blood from the edge of his wound, your touch surprisingly tender. "But you'll live, Deep. You're tougher than you look."

He watched your hand, a strange vulnerability in his gaze. "Yeah," he repeated, then looked directly into your eyes, a newfound understanding, a deeper connection forged in pain and raw intimacy. "I think I might be, with you around."

The last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the pool in twilight. The air grew cooler, but the space between you crackled with an undeniable heat. You knew, with a certainty that hummed in your very core, that this was only the beginning. The "partnership" Vought had offered had spiraled into something far more complicated, far more dangerous, and infinitely more exhilarating.

[green-square-anon]

@lemon-russ @ms--lobotomy

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Probably the first thing I've posted on here that actually qualifies as a "headcanon" in the "I belive this would be canon" sense isntead of "This is a fun idea and alligns with my understanding of the characters personality (because I haven't read all their books) but:

Contrary to all the gremlin memes Konrad Curze actually does know how to cook/clean. He canonically had a thirst for knowlegde so whether he learned it from the reader or from that. (but he likely wouldn't know the sort of things that aren't written down in cookbooks, like old household remedies for colds). And canonically "There had been a time near the beginning of the war when he adopted higher standards of personal hygiene, as befitted a lord of men. Lately he had returned to his old ways." which to me seems more like severe depression or not caring, or both than someone who dosen't have the SKILLS to groom themselves. But he would abseloutly be the type to try abseloutly digusting food combinations if left in a kitchen.

Moving on to what is more headcannon (because primarch romance). He eats civilized when around reader but eats disgusting shit when left to his own devices. Konrad in a straight relationship would actually be rather traditional gender role wise because he's much more of a provider (Curze has big "predatory bird bringing prey to the nest" vibes) than a homemaker because he didn't grow up in a civilised home so reader would almost certainly be more skilled at domestic things than him. I don't like the "wife is essentially selfish husbands babysitter" trope, at all. So you can bet your ass if his waifu ever gets sick he's taking over making soup for her and doing her chores until she gets better.

So imagine after he's taken care of you while you're sick you come downstairs, still vaugely nausous, to tell him you're doing better and he's eating the 40k equlivant of moldy pizza (he's a primarch, he can take it) he found in the trash on the couch. The sight of which, in your already sick state, causes you to imedeally vomit all over the floor. When he gets up to help you, you imeadally scream at him not to touch you before washing his hands.

Imagine taking care of Curze in the start of your relationship and teaching him basic comforts like a hot bath or a well made bed because "oh it's what you would have wanted" and one day you come home after an abseloutely shit day for whatever reason and he's arranged those same comforts for you. He's learning from what you did to him and returning the same kindness <3.

[librababe99]

Incubus! Logan x Female Reader

Tags: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Incubus!Logan, Female Reader, Fingering Summary: In the dead of night, an alluring Incubus named Logan slips from the shadows to awaken your deepest desires, drawing you into a dangerously seductive dance between pleasure and darkness. WC: 1.4K

A/N: In honor of spooky month I had a little something in my mind--Depending on how this is received maybe i'll make a part two? happy reading loves... <3

The night was unnaturally still, a suffocating kind of silence that weighed heavily on you as you tossed and turned under the sheets. The air in the room felt thick, almost humid, clinging to your skin as you lay there, restless. Your body ached for sleep that refused to come, your mind buzzing with an unsettling energy you couldn’t quite place. The moonlight filtered through the half-open curtains, casting eerie silver streaks across the bed. You should have been tired—exhausted, even—but your pulse raced, and a warmth had been building low in your belly for days.

Your heart pounded against your ribs, far too fast for someone lying still. A faint heat simmered just beneath your skin, and no matter how you shifted or wrapped yourself in the blankets, you couldn’t escape it. It had been this way for nights now. Hours dragged on, leaving you sleepless, drifting between a surreal wakefulness and half-forgotten dreams. You pulled the blanket tighter around your body, trying to smother the strange ache that lingered inside you.

Something was wrong.

You closed your eyes, willing sleep to take you, but the moment your lids fluttered shut, a bone-chilling sensation gripped your chest. Your breath hitched. You blinked, eyes snapping open, heart racing, only to find the room darker than before. The moon’s light seemed to have faded, swallowed by the shadows creeping into every corner. Your pulse spiked, fear and something else—something darker—curling through you.

And then you saw him.

He stood at the foot of your bed, tall and imposing, his form cloaked in the kind of darkness that seemed to devour the light around him. He was barely visible, but his presence pressed down on you, heavy, suffocating. Your throat tightened, but no scream came. You were frozen, your body locked in place. His gaze, however, was unmistakable—two glowing eyes that cut through the dark like fire, staring down at you with a hunger that made your skin prickle.

He smiled—a slow, dangerous curl of his lips, the kind that promised something wicked.

“You’ve been restless,” his voice, low and velvety, seemed to vibrate through you, deep and primal. A sound that awakened something inside you. “I’ve been watching.”

Your throat went dry. “Who—what are you?”

He didn’t answer. Not directly. Instead, he moved closer, his steps almost predatory, slow and deliberate. As he approached, the shadows that cloaked him seemed to melt away, revealing more of him—a striking, sharp-featured face, with skin that seemed to catch the faintest glow of the moon. His body was perfectly sculpted, like something out of a dream—too perfect to be real, muscles coiled beneath his skin, power radiating from him in waves. His eyes, though—those burning eyes held you captive, making it impossible to look away.

“I am Logan,” he said finally, his voice thick with intent. “An Incubus.”

Your breath caught, a tremor running through you. You’d heard the stories—the whispers of demons who preyed on desire, who slipped into dreams to claim their victims, to fill them with dark, sinful pleasures. But this wasn’t a dream. This was real, too real. The way his gaze traveled over you, the intensity of it, sent a pulse of heat between your legs that you couldn’t ignore.

“You’ve been calling for me,” Logan said, his tone dark and teasing, like he was mocking you. “Your body knows what it wants. You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The hunger inside you…”

A sharp inhale escaped your lips as his fingers traced lightly over your ankle, barely touching your skin but enough to make your body jolt in response. The touch sent an electric shock through you, and against your will, you found yourself arching toward it. You should’ve pulled away, but your body betrayed you, craving more. Needing more.

“Stop,” you whispered, though you could even hear the weakness in your voice, the lack of conviction.

“Stop?” His chuckle was low, dark, filled with amusement. He climbed onto the bed with a fluid, predatory grace, his body looming over yours now, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. His breath, hot and intoxicating, ghosted over your lips as he leaned in closer, his gaze searing into yours. “You don’t want me to stop.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but his hand slid up your leg, slowly, fingers grazing the inside of your thigh, moving higher, teasing with every inch. Your body trembled, the warmth between your legs now a steady throb of need, a need that only he could answer. Your heart pounded as his lips brushed the side of your neck, a barely-there kiss that sent a shiver through your entire body.

“You’ve been dreaming of me,” Logan whispered against your ear, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke. The sensation was maddening. “I can feel it. Every night, you called out for me, even if you didn’t know it.”

Your breath came in shallow, ragged gasps now, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you as he pressed his body against yours. He was solid, strong, his scent wrapping around you like a drug—spice and smoke, something dark and forbidden. The last remnants of your resistance crumbled. You couldn’t deny it anymore; you didn’t want to. The heat in your belly had built to a roaring flame, and every nerve in your body screamed for his touch.

“I can give you everything you need,” he purred, his voice dripping with seduction. His hand slid under the hem of your nightshirt, fingers splaying over your hip, burning hot against your skin. “Everything you crave.”

Before you could respond, his lips descended on your throat, kissing, biting, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp, the sharpness sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through you. Your head tilted back instinctively, granting him more access as his tongue traced the line of your neck, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh just below your ear. You moaned, the sound escaping your lips before you could stop it.

His hands moved with expert precision, trailing over your body, fingers tracing patterns on your skin that set you aflame. Every touch was deliberate, calculated to drive you deeper into madness, to push you past the point of no return. His hand slid between your legs, fingers brushing against the damp heat there, teasing, never quite giving you what you needed, what you were desperate for.

“You’re so ready,” Logan murmured against your skin, his voice a low growl of approval. His fingers teased your entrance, slipping between your folds, but never fully touching you, always pulling back just when you thought he would give you relief. “You belong to me now. You’ve always belonged to me.”

His words wrapped around your mind like chains, and as his mouth claimed yours in a searing, possessive kiss, you surrendered. You gave in to the darkness, to the primal hunger that had been building inside you for what felt like eternity. His tongue danced with yours, the kiss bruising, demanding, leaving you breathless. His hand finally slid down, fingers pushing inside you, and you gasped into his mouth, the sensation sending you spiraling.

Every thrust of his fingers, every kiss, every touch drove you further into an abyss of pleasure. Your body moved against his, desperate, aching, lost to the rhythm he set. His name was a whisper on your lips, a prayer, a plea. He was everywhere, consuming you, devouring you whole, and you wanted it—needed it.

Logan’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him as he pressed you down into the mattress, his body heavy, solid over yours. The way he moved, the way he controlled you with every touch, made you feel like you were unraveling. You were falling apart, trembling beneath him, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. His power surrounded you, dark and intoxicating, and you welcomed it, craved it.

And then, just when you thought you would break, he stopped.

Logan pulled back, his eyes still burning with that wicked glow, his lips curled into a satisfied smirk. He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear, his voice a sultry whisper that sent a final shiver down your spine.

“Sweet dreams,” he purred.

And then, like a shadow, he vanished, swallowed by the darkness. The room was silent again, save for your ragged breathing, your body still trembling with the aftermath of his touch. The moonlight returned, casting soft shadows over the bed, as though nothing had happened at all.

You lay there, staring up at the ceiling, your body still buzzing with the memory of him. Sleep began to pull at you, heavy and inescapable, but before you gave in, one final thought echoed through your mind:

He’d be back.

[pyr0-kai]

heyy would you do a fic where derek danforth do coke off of reader body and then fucks the shit out of her?

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Hey there beautiful people, I’m back from the dead! This my first time ever writing smut! But i am so down bad for Derek, it’s not even funny.

Thanks for the request 🫧 anonymous 🫧 <3

If you’re a minor, Skip this post!

I am not responsible for what you read/choose to read!

Mine.

Derek Danforth x afab!reader

(I do believe no pronouns used, a few uses of Y/N though)

let me know if I forgot anything.

(Derek gifs are mine :3)

Unprotected sex, Fingering, coke/drug use

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Derek Danforth.

Infamous Billionaire scammer. Sure he had plenty of people working around both his business and his various mansions, but you…

You were special to him. Derek always seems to be peeking at you when he was around. It wasn’t innocent either, he loved the way the uniform you wore cradled your ass. Or just how innocent you look as you smiled at him. It didn’t go unnoticed by you either. You couldn’t deny how hot he was, and just the way he seemed to look at you, almost like a predator admiring its prey.

But no matter how many different sex workers he brought in, nothing cured his want, his need. He needed you.

After a seemingly extra stressful day for Derek, assuming by all the yelling and such that you heard, Derek stepped out of his office.

“Y/N, come here.” He called, pointing, motioning for you. Smirking as you entered his office, door swinging and clicking shut behind you.

As Derek looked at you, there was definitely something in his eye, almost predatory, like a lion. He moved closer to you as you leaned against a wall.

“You know Y/N, I like you a lot. Never questioning me, always doing what I ask. And your little smile you give as people walk by….”

He spoke, smirking as he saw you blushing. He placed his hands on your hips, eyes gazing towards your lips.

“T-thank you Sir…” you replied, blushing even more as Derek’s hands gripped your hips.

“Please… you don’t have to be professional with me like that… Say my name. Now, you’re wondering what I called you in here for i’d assume?” Derek asks.

“Yes s- Derek…” you responded. Derek pulled you closer to him, so you could feel something rub against your thigh, sending a jolt between your legs.

“You don’t understand what you do to me~. Always in my head. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about just bending you over my desk and taking what I want. I want you. I need you.” he growls in your ear. Bringing on hand up to hold your cheek as he kissed you, grinding a little against your clothed thigh. You tried to hold back a small moan, kissing him back.

You couldn’t help but whimper out between the kisses. “Do it… Derek Please…” and thats all he needed to hear.

With a smirk, not breaking the feverish make out, he lead you over to his desk, quickly swiping things out of the way. Grabbing the hem of your shirt, motioning for you to take it off, as he took off his green suit vest. Derek couldn’t help but just stare for a moment, admiring you shirtless as he dug something out of his pocket. White powder.

“Are you really gon-“ you began, but he cut you off.

“Fuck, I need a hit. Just fucking let me.” he growled. Laying it out across your chest, snorting it. He wiped his face and coughed.

You watched him, blushing red.

“Now. You just be a good girl and take it. Alright?” Derek spoke. You nodded in response. “Use your fucking words”.

“Derek… please.” You whine. He can’t help but smirk. He, unbuckled you belt, helping slide off your pants. Derek smirked as he saw the wet spot on your underwear, swiping his finger across it, listening to you whimper. “Don’t tease me… please…”

“You’re always so kind to me… I guess you do deserve a reward” Derek chuckled, pulling down your underwear quickly. Swiping a finger across your wetness, he rubbed his thumb against your clit a bit before sliding a finger inside of you. Derek groaned at just how wet you felt just around his finger. He slowly began pumping his finger in and out of you. Enjoying the pretty sounds you made.

“M-more…. Please.” You said between moans, gripping the edges of his wooden desk tight.

“Are you close Y/N? Gonna fucking cum for me, around my fingers?” Derek asked, as he added another finger inside of you, moving them faster, bumping against your sweet spot. “Fucking cum around my fingers. I want to watch you before I stretch you out with my cock” Derek growled into your ear, sending you over the edge, moaning out his name as you came “D-derek, fuck~!”.

He smirked again, slowly taking his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth. “Fuck… You taste just as sweet as you look~” he teased, watching you blush. Without another word, he slid down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free.

“Are you ready~?” Derek asked.

“Fu-fuck yes please.” You replied, looking down and staring a bit at his cock. Derek quickly flipped you over, so you were laying against his desk. He grabbed your ass tightly as he slipped inside of you, giving you time to adjust to the size of him.

“Fuck… you’re perfect, it’s like you were made for me…” he said, biting back moans. His pace gradually increased. Thank god his mansion has thick walls, as the sound of him groaning in your ear, and skin slapping against skin filled his office. Soon enough, you were close again. Derek could tell, so one of his hands that was firmly holding your ass, slid down so he could play with your clit. You came with another loud moan, Derek helping you ride out your 2nd orgasm. You could tell he was close, as he huffed and moaned right next to your ear, hips stuttering as he filled you up.

He slipped out of you slowly before pulling up his pants and boxers. Then moving to help you get dressed again. Once you were dressed, he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, lighting himself a cigarette and whispering one last thing in your ear.

“Mine…”

[etherealwitcherys-blog]

Don't Fall For These Witchcraft Scams: Red Flags You Should Know ⭒˗ˏˋ𓆩 ⚠ 𓆪ˎˊ˗⭒

The Spiritual Community Has A Scammer Problem!!

There are fake practitioners who are targeting witches, pagans, wiccans, and spiritual seekers with elaborate scams. These scammers will prey on your fears, desperation, and trust to drain your bank account, but once you know the red flags, you'll never fall for their tricks again.

Here's how you can spot them and protect yourself!

Red Flag #1 - They Claim You're 'Cursed' and Offer A Removal for $$$

Real practitioners don't create fear to make sales, and they also will not seek you out either. If someone tells you that you're doomed without their expensive curse removal, start running.

Red Flag #2 - They Promise Overnight Life Transformations

"You're soulmate will appear within 3 days!" "Lose 20 pounds in a week with this spell!" "Win the lottery this week!" Magick works on its own clock; there is no set timeline of when your spell will work!

Red Flag #3 - They Use Fear Tactics To Control You

"Something dark is attached to you!" "Your family is in terrible danger!"

Fear-mongering is manipulation! This is not genuine spiritual guidance!

Red Flag #4 - They Ask for Banking Info for 'Energy Clearing'

Spiritual work NEVER requires your Social Security number, bank details, or passwords. This is identity theft disguised as magick!!

Red Flag #5 - They Use High-Pressure Emotional Manipulation

"You MUST decide right away or something terrible will happen!" "If you don't book with me today, the curse will get worse!"

Creating panic about your spiritual safety to force immediate decisions is predatory and greedy behavior!

Red Flag #6 - Fake Reviews or Sketchy Online Presence

Brand new accounts with only 5-star reviews from blank or new profiles? They claim to be a "generational witch", but their social media account started two weeks ago?

Trust your gut when something feels produced!

Red Flag #7 - They Refuse to Explain Their Methods

"You wouldn't understand the 'ancient' secrets." "Just trust me, don't ask questions..."

Ethical practitioners educate you about what they're doing and why. Secrecy often hides their incompetence!

Red Flag #8 - If Working With A Tarot/Oracle Reader & They Copy-Paste Generic Readings

Their 'personalized' readings could apply to anyone, there are no specific details involved, it's just vague statements being made that sound mystical but say nothing!

Green Flags (Know What To Look For)

What true, ethical practitioners do instead...

They educate you about the process

They set realistic expectations

They respect your boundaries, privacy, and timeline

They have transparent pricing

They encourage personal empowerment

They have genuine reviews and testimonials

They don't use fear to make sales

Always trust your intuition, it knows if something is off!!

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[purinbunnii]

Whispers in the Dark – Part Two

The first kiss was searing, a brand burning through your soul, a mark that went deeper than flesh. Sukuna didn’t just kiss—he devoured. His claws dug into your waist, sharp enough to break skin, but he held you with a terrifying sort of reverence. As if you were something he had claimed, something he would never let go of.

And you? You let him.

It was madness, but there was no denying the way your body betrayed you, the way your fingers curled into his hair, gripping tight as if he were the only thing keeping you grounded. His lips were cold, yet they left fire in their wake, and when he finally pulled away, his smirk was nothing short of predatory.

“You taste of fear,” he murmured, tracing a sharp nail down your jaw, resting it just above your pulse. His eyes flickered in the darkness, studying the way your breath hitched, the way your heart raced.

You swallowed thickly. “Then why do you keep coming back?”

Sukuna chuckled, the sound reverberating through your bones. “Because, little thing, you are more interesting than the fools who cower in my presence. You… intrigue me.”

It was unsettling, knowing you had caught the attention of something so ancient, so cruel. Yet, there was something else behind those words—something possessive, something dangerously close to affection.

Days bled into nights, and Sukuna’s presence only grew stronger. He no longer lingered just in mirrors and dreams; he was in the very fabric of your existence. Shadows bent to his will, his voice was a constant whisper in your ear, and sometimes—just sometimes—you swore you could feel his lips brush against your neck when you were alone.

The slow burn of his presence turned into something unbearable.

The touch of his fingers when he appeared, the way he cornered you in the quiet spaces, eyes drinking in every shudder, every stolen breath—it was a cruel game. He wanted you to submit, to acknowledge the hold he had on you.

And you fought it.

But when he finally pushed you against the cold stone wall of an abandoned shrine, his mouth inches from yours, you knew you had already lost.

“Still resisting?” he mused, tilting your chin up with a clawed finger. His breath was warm against your lips, his smirk laced with amusement. “How much longer do you think you can fight me, little one?”

Your defiance faltered, just for a second.

And he saw it.

In a blink, you were lifted, your back pressing against the smooth wooden pillar of the shrine, his hands holding you in place as his forehead rested against yours.

“You are mine, whether you admit it or not.” His voice was softer this time, almost… gentle. But it was the kind of gentleness a predator showed its prey before the final strike.

Your breath shuddered, your hands gripping his wrists. “Then take me.”

For the first time, he hesitated.

And that hesitation was more terrifying than anything else.

Because it meant that Sukuna—King of Curses, the monster who had tormented your dreams—was hesitating because of you.

A slow smirk curled his lips, something unreadable flashing in his crimson eyes. “Careful what you wish for, little one.”

Then his mouth crashed against yours again, sealing your fate with the taste of sin and ruin.

And you welcomed it.

3

[starkitxxz]

Shoot me, darling

Ronin x cop!reader

I APOLOGISE FOR NOT POSTING MUCH HERE 😭😭 I know this is supposed to be for valentine's but my mental health has been pretty shit lately </3 tho I suppose this will feed Ronin Beaufort simps >:D

In this fanfic, you're a police officer and Ronin is... well, Ronin :3

Warnings: guns, knives, mention of blood, Ronin's sexiness

Ronin Beaufort.

The brutal murderer known as the Butcher, using his signature crowbar to take innocent lives away. And it proves his way of killing isn’t about justice or vengeance; It’s purely about fun and the thrill of it, like the rush of adrenaline and excitement flooding one’s senses. It is rather twisted–sickening even, you really outdid yourself and did every cop a favor. Though do you really want to tell them? To tell the police that you have coincidentally joined a serial killer chat somewhere in the darkest depths of the internet? It’s your job to go undercover, to go anonymous and investigate the famous yet mysterious serial killer actively lurking in the dark, waiting for his next prey, and it’ll be you for his next meal.

You’ve always considered yourself fearless and strong, willing to strive for justice for the sake of all those who count on you and the other cops out there putting their lives at risk. Everyone lives once, so you chose to be a cop for a living, and it was your choice. It was a choice you made to save those who are in danger, or to guide those who are wrongful of their actions. You’re content to do what makes you happy, and seeing a smile on a victim’s face after a terrible situation is resolved is enough to keep you going.

That is… until you talked to the murderer every cop has been investigating.

And now you stand underneath the pool of blood in the purgatory, where all the gruesome manslaughtering cases occur about him. The impure, metallic scent entered your nose as you met his cruel, predatory gaze, his smile just as sadistic as his crazed laugh.

You thought it was all a stupid roleplay.

“As expected, you wanted to see me, darling,” he smirked with an underlying mockery laced within his words. You noticed his crowbar, blood dripping from both sides, and if you squinted a bit, it looked faintly bent on the left. His victim’s body was discarded on the wall behind him, showing no sign of life as blood flowed out of his corpse. It gave you goosebumps, despite having seen a dead body before.

But, this guy’s aura resonates something more… sinister than the others.

“I did not wish to see you, goreboy,” you replied, staying calm and composed whilst sudden fear entered your mind because of this meeting, which might be the final moment of your life before your horrifyingly ruthless death.

“And you still showed up, especially on Valentine's Day? Awww, you must have a death wish, sweetie.” He said as he took a step further, and this made you pull your gun out of your pocket, pointing it at him.

“Don’t move or I'll pull the trigger!” You threatened, that same smirk remaining on his face as he dropped his crowbar, putting his hands up as surrender.

“Pfft- that’s how you wanna play it then?” He remarked, focused on the way your eyes looked at him with the slight hint of fear. It made him laugh to the very core.

You began to approach him, pointing the gun directly at his chest. You kicked the crowbar farther from him, and he continued to stay still and surrender himself; though you have to be cautious of what he has up his sleeve. You’re dealing with a heartless serial killer, who will kill whenever he wants to, and will never feel an ounce of guilt or regret for what he did. 

“Hold…still…” You said as you got closer at an arm’s reach, your finger pressing lightly on the trigger. 

“Or what? Do I get killed if I don’t, darling?”

Your expression hardened, “Maybe, do you want to?” 

“If you wish to do so, go ahead, unless you prefer to bring me to your police buddies alive–or you want to kiss me so badly.” He said as his gaze dropped to your gun, then back to your eyes.

“As if,” You press the gun against his chest, right where his aorta beats inside his ribs. You can’t tell how fast it was beating, but you felt your own heartbeat increase when a chuckle escaped from that man’s mouth. Almost like you wanted to hear him laugh, ever since you started calling with him these past few months. 

“C’mon, there’s no denying here,” he slowly puts his hands down, yet keeping his eyes on you, like a predator analyzing its prey, ready to either take its life or toy with it. It was something you felt uneasy with, especially when he smiled more once you applied more force on his chest. In fact, this made you irritated.

You don’t know whether you’re irritated because of how cocky he is, or whether you’re tempted to shut him up with a kiss; although, you knew you would be a fool if you risked it, a sinner bound to the words of the devil. So why does the thought of it feel so dangerously inviting?

Distracted by your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the sudden grip of his hand on yours, applying more pressure to his chest. As if he wants to be shot by you. You looked down at the gun you’re holding, your hand almost covered in his. 

“So…what’s it goin’ to be?” You lifted your head up, meeting the gaze of the serial killer before you, his eyes flashing a dangerous, predatory look through your soul as he awaits your response. 

You hesitated, pressing the trigger ever so slightly that it could decide his fate. Will he die from a single bullet, or will he still live, as if you have given the devil himself free will to kill you himself instead?

You released a deep exhale, “You’re better off dead.” And you pull the trigger.

click

You raised a brow in surprise, looking down at the gun in confusement until you realised… it’s empty. Your heart dropped at the realisation, meeting his eyes once again as he looked bewildered as well, but it didn’t take a second for him to chuckle at the foolish outcome of this situation. Almost as if you made a total fool out of yourself, unprepared as an officer who bravely approached a vicious serial killer, who, in no doubt–would easily kill this cop in front of him with no mercy. It's almost stupid and cute to think you’re willing to take this risk.

“Awww, are you playin’ with me, darlin'? This is very unfortunate…” He said as he brushed his hand on your cheek, smirking as you bit your lip in frustration, seeing the confusion and nervousness in your eyes made his smile grow wider.

“What are you going to do now, hm? I got a knife right here.” He stepped back and took out his knife from his pocket, twirling it with his skilled hand. You took notice of the dried up blood on the sharp blade, eyes narrowing in anger at the realization. He killed another harmless victim before this?

You tuck the unloaded gun in your belt and grab a backup gun, clutching it tightly as his eyes widen slightly in surprise, but he was quick to hide it with a cocky smirk.

“Aww,” He raised his hands up, his right hand still holding his knife. “Are you gonna pull the trigger again, darlin’?”

You hesitated, a heavy exhale escaping your lungs, “maybe…”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe… I won’t for now, but…”

You point the gun at his knife and pull the trigger, knocking the object away from his hand.

He took another step away, taken aback by the impact of your gun. “Fuckin’ hell,” he chuckled and shook his head, still keeping his hands up.

“Are you sure you’re not eager to kill me darlin’?” He said, lips curling into a smirk.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” You replied as you walked closer to him, carefully analyzing his next move. 

He’s unpredictable, crazy even. Just one wrong move and you’re his next meal for tonight. So it’s best to be aware of what he might do. 

And although this might sound insane, you can’t help but like his charisma and twistedness, but you’re obligated to either put him behind bars or take his impure heart away from his body.

“How adorable.” 

“Cut it off, Ronin.”

“Cut what off?” He laughed.

You aim the gunpoint at his face as your brows creased, which only made him laugh harder

“I’m serious, I’ll have the judge sentence you to death if I have to,” you threatened him, but he didn’t seem to care; as if his fate was already decided.

“Do as you wish, darlin’,” he replied nonchalantly.

“What? You don’t care about dying?” You asked, searching for at least a hint of nervousness or fear in his eyes. There’s none.

“Did ya not hear what I said? Shoot me, darlin’.” He repeated

You stared at him for a good few seconds, doubting what he said, trying to read his expression. It looked like he didn’t mind receiving a terrible punishment rather than staying in a mental hospital. Either way, a mental hospital would be too boring for him.

You slowly lowered your gun, and reached for your handcuffs. A bad gut feeling forming in your gut. As much as you need to serve justice for the world, you begin to slowly give in to temptation.

“No, I can’t-”

You didn’t have time to react as he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the wall, trapping you with a hand on your left and a gun placed underneath your chin, threatening you not to move an inch. 

“Wrong move, baby.” His warm breath hit your face, tilting the gun higher and applying more pressure against your skin. You felt a shiver down your spine, your breath coming to a halt for a moment as your jaw clenched. Shit.

He leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to yours. “This must be your fate huh? Tell ya what, I know you’re obsessed with me, so let’s keep this between the two of us, darling cop.” 

You gulped air into your lungs. The idea that you, a respected town officer, are obsessed with an ill, grotesque serial killer right in front of you–pointing your gun under your chin as his mouth curled into a charismatic smirk, it made you sick; yet it felt so… enticing. Although, you know the devil is luring you into his wicked trap. And he’s not wrong, you are somewhat tempted.

Would it hurt to give in?

He slides the gun up to your temple, his finger pressing the trigger lightly.

“I'm gonna ask you again, what’s it goin’ to be?” 

“Fuck…you…” You said through gritted teeth, which only made him chuckle at your insult.

“With pleasure.” He said before his lips met yours, it’s as if time has stopped; and the chilling breeze is replaced with the warm sensation of his breath. The gun remained against the side of your head, as if holding you at gunpoint while he nipped at your lower lip–adding to the fiery stir of passion, pulling you further into his trap; too irresistible to resist. A wave of bliss washed over you, slowly but surely, you began to crave for more.

But it left you wanting another when he pulled away, breathlessly gaping at your face as your knees went weak in an instant. It may feel like a few seconds, yet, it felt like minutes–no, it should’ve lasted longer. You felt a gush of heat within you, urging you to do more; even if it meant altering your moral compass.

A grin plastered on his face, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger. “I gotta say, you look so goddamn pretty when you're all corrupted and mine,” he whispered, before pulling you in for another long yet eager kiss.

[tashiberrie]

THEOPHAGY a challengers fanfic.

chapter one

↳ table of contents • one • two • three •,…

— in which the relentless pursuit of victory entangles rivals and friends alike in a complex web of obsession, love and self discovery.

an: who knew i could make tennis this dramatic. anyway, rebloggs are very much appreciated <3 please let me know what you think and feel free to send asks about theophagy, eve, challengers, whatever you want 🤍 enjoy.

ps: i’m thinking about creating a tag list for theophagy, so let me know if you’d be interested in that.

2004

Tashi Duncan was a name that echoed through the world of tennis with a reverence that bordered on awe. A prodigy from a young age, she had an almost supernatural grace on the court, a fluidity of movement that left spectators spellbound and opponents in despair. Winning had become a second nature to her; it was not just an expectation but a foregone conclusion. Tashi's journey through the ranks was meteoric, and by the age of just fifteen, she had secured her place as a future legend of the sport.

Her confidence was as unshakable as her skill. She approached each match with a calm certainty, her powerful serves and precise volleys dismantling any challenge that came her way. Tashi Duncan was, simply put, the best.

But then came Eve Anh.

Eve was a name Tashi had not encountered before, a new entrant into the upper echelons of tennis who had taken the circuit by storm. There were whispers about her in the locker rooms, murmurs of an almost feral intensity, a predatory focus that left her opponents rattled. Tashi paid little attention to the rumours; she had faced countless challengers and emerged victorious every time. Eve, she thought, would be no different.

The day of their match arrived with an electric tension in the air. The stadium was packed, the audience eager to witness the clash of titans. Tashi stepped onto the court with her usual confidence, her eyes scanning the crowd before settling on her opponent. Eve stood at the other end, her expression inscrutable, her eyes locked onto Tashi with a piercing intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

The match began and Tashi quickly realised that Eve was no ordinary opponent. She moved with a ferocity and precision that was terrifying, each stroke of her racket a slash of claws, each serve a piercing bite. Tashi struggled to keep up, her usual grace and power faltering under the relentless onslaught. It was as if Eve was not just playing to win, but to consume.

Point by point, Eve tore through Tashi’s defences, ripping apart her composure and confidence. Tashi felt as though she was being dismembered, piece by piece, her pride and skill devoured with every brutal volley. Each time she looked at Eve, she saw a hunger that went beyond the desire to win; it was a ravenous, insatiable need to dominate, to consume everything Tashi had ever been.

Eve's gaze was like a shark's, cold and unfeeling, and Tashi felt herself being drawn into those depths, drowning in her own fear and helplessness. She was no longer the lioness; she was the prey, caught in the jaws of a predator far more formidable than any she had faced before. Eve's dominance was total, her victory a feast, and Tashi felt every bite, every tear as her spirit was shredded.

When the final point was scored and the match ended, Tashi stood on the court, feeling eviscerated. Eve approached, her expression unreadable, but the gleam in her eyes spoke of a hunger momentarily sated. Tashi extended a trembling hand, feeling the cold grip of her conqueror, and in that moment, she knew she had been devoured.

Eve had not just defeated her; she had consumed her, leaving Tashi a hollow shell of the champion she once was. The court was her hunting ground, and Tashi had been her feast. As she walked away, Tashi could still feel the gnawing teeth, the relentless hunger of Eve, and she knew she would never be the same. She had been devoured, body and soul, by a predator unlike any she had ever faced.

Eve was a figure of mystery and intensity, her presence on the tennis court nothing short of mesmerising. Her journey in tennis had been one of relentless pursuit, a hunger that drove her to devour her competition with a ferocity that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. For Eve, tennis was not just a sport; it was a lifeline, an essential part of her existence as crucial as the air she breathed.

From a young age, Eve had discovered that she possessed a talent for the game, a natural ability that set her apart from her peers. But it was not just her skill that defined her; it was the insatiable hunger that burned within her, a need to dominate and conquer that transcended mere competition. Tennis was her battleground, and every match was a hunt, every opponent a potential feast for her unrelenting appetite.

Eve's rise through the ranks of tennis was marked by a series of brutal, decisive victories. She had a keen eye for talent, seeking out the best players with a predatory instinct. She latched onto them, drawn to their strength and skill like a moth to a flame. These players became her prey, their prowess on the court the sustenance she craved. She thrived on the challenge they presented, their resistance fueling her drive to overpower them.

But this hunger came at a cost. Eve was acutely aware of the the merciless nature of her pursuit. She knew that her approach to the game was not just about winning; it was about consuming her opponents, drawing from their strength until there was nothing left. She fed on their fear, their desperation, their struggle to keep up with her relentless assault. And when they began to falter, when their strength waned and they could no longer provide the challenge she needed, she would leave them behind, moving on to her next target.

This cycle of predation left a trail of broken players in her wake, each one a testament to her ruthless efficiency. Eve felt a pang of guilt every time she moved on, a fleeting acknowledgment of the destruction she left behind. She knew it was terrible, this parasitic drive that defined her. But the hunger was too strong, too deeply embedded in her soul. It was who she was, and she couldn't change that, no matter how much she might want to.

Off the court, Eve was a solitary figure, her intense focus on the game leaving little room for personal connections. She kept to herself, her interactions with others marked by a certain detachment. It was as if she feared that letting anyone get too close would expose the voracious hunger that drove her, the dark need that she barely contained.

Despite her inner turmoil, there was a part of Eve that reveled in her power, in the fear and respect she commanded. She saw herself as a necessary force in the world of tennis, a crucible through which the strongest players must pass. Yet, there was also a part of her that longed for something more, a connection that went beyond the superficial ties of competition.

Her encounter with Tashi Duncan had been different. Tashi had been a formidable opponent, her strength and skill a tantalising challenge that Eve had relished. The match had been a feast, every point a morsel of satisfaction for her ravenous appetite. But in Tashi, Eve had also seen a reflection of her own struggles, a kindred spirit battling her own demons. The connection they shared on the court was electric, a blend of rivalry and respect that left a lasting impression on Eve.

After that fateful match, Tashi Duncan's world was irrevocably altered. The court, once her kingdom, now felt like a graveyard of her shattered pride. The days that followed were a haze of restless nights and distracted days. Tashi couldn't escape the haunting presence of Eve; she was everywhere and nowhere, a spectre that invaded her every thought.

Tashi's obsession with Eve grew, an insidious vine wrapping around her mind, squeezing tighter with each passing day. She replayed their match in her head endlessly, dissecting every movement, every stroke, every glance. She scrutinised Eve’s form, trying to uncover some secret, some flaw she had missed. But each analysis only deepened her sense of awe and dread. Eve was flawless, a predator who had revealed Tashi’s own vulnerabilities in the most visceral way possible.

She began by studying Eve's matches with an intensity bordering on obsession, dissecting every move, every habit, searching for some clue, some insight into the mind of her conqueror. And it didn't take long for Tashi to uncover the quirks and rituals that defined Eve's presence on the court.

The soft hum that Eve emitted between points became a haunting melody in Tashi's mind, a constant refrain that echoed through her thoughts even when she wasn't watching. She found herself humming along, trying to decipher the meaning behind the ever-changing tunes, wondering what secrets they held.

Eve's unique way of bouncing the tennis ball before serving became a mesmerising spectacle for Tashi, a hypnotic dance that seemed to defy the laws of physics. She watched in awe as Eve spun and twirled the ball with effortless grace, each variation a testament to her skill and creativity. Tashi found herself mimicking the motions in her own practice sessions, hoping to capture even a fraction of Eve's magic.

And then there were the water bottles, meticulously arranged in a precise pattern on the sidelines. Tashi watched as Eve lined them up with obsessive precision, marvelling at the dedication and focus it must take to perform such a seemingly mundane task. She wondered about the significance of the ritual, the hidden meaning behind the carefully arranged bottles.

Her own training took on a frantic, almost manic quality. She pushed herself harder than ever before, driven by a desperate need to reclaim what had been taken from her. She studied Eve’s techniques, mimicked her strategies, and adapted her own style in a bid to become stronger, faster, better. Yet, no matter how hard she trained, the image of Eve standing over her, victorious and unassailable, remained seared into her mind.

In Eve, Tashi saw more than just a formidable opponent; she saw a divine force, a manifestation of power and grace beyond mortal comprehension. Eve's dominance on the court was not just skill; it was a revelation, a glimpse into a higher plane of existence where victory and defeat were mere illusions.

Tashi's fixation consumed her personal life as well. She withdrew from friends and family, her world narrowing to a singular focus: Eve. Conversations were tinged with an undercurrent of Eve’s name, her presence a ghostly thread woven into the fabric of Tashi’s existence. Her relationships strained and faltered, unable to compete with the all-encompassing spectre of her infatuation.

[yikesss-08]

—DICHOTOMY!

(JJK Mahito x Reader)

Chapters: 1/?

Words: 2,500

Summary: after getting saved by some strange looking man your life takes a turn, for better or for worse <3

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61913047

▹ chapter one!

You were being watched.

Lurking in the shadow-cloaked night, a heavy weight seemed to press on your taut shoulders like the feeling of someone burning gaze's on your back. Predatory eyes hiding. Watching. Waiting,

Each time you looked over your shoulder, to the side, behind you—you couldn't see anything. Nothing was there. But they could see you, clear as day, standing at the bus stop antsily. Noting your little mannerisms like the way you shift your weight on your other foot, or look around warily, or how your grip on your purse tightens. To them, you were a sitting duck and perfect target.

Trepidation was coursing in your veins, leaving your heart beating wildly against the confines of your ribs in a frightening rhythm. It was a strange feeling. Knowing your gut and intuition was right, that there was someone there, your mind, body, and soul telling you all the same thing.

This was the same situation you'd read about online and dismissively brushed off under the pretense that if it happened to you, you'd not only be prepared but well-equipped as well. How wrong you were and left eating your words as a result.

Everything you said you'd do if the event were to occur had completely blanked from your mind only to be replaced with a chilling sense of paranoia.

It was just you, the dim glow the street lights provided, and the predator watching its prey.

You bit the nail of your thumb anxiously waiting for the bus to come as you tried to ignore the dreadful feeling of being monitored. Your mind raced over anything you could use to protect yourself only to be left with a reminder that the only thing you had in your purse was a pen.

A pen.

What was a pen going to do?

Nonetheless, you grabbed it from your purse, your hands trembling for such a subtle gesture.

Then you heard it.

Footsteps, approached your direction before a familiar gruff voice solidified the dread in your heart. "Y/n, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

You cursed under your breath, your eyes clamping shut as if he'd disappear when you opened them. Like the biggest problem in your life would just vanish in thin air like a party trick.

Loan sharks.

"...What do you want?" you retorted, your voice betraying a hint of shakiness as you held the hidden pen tightly. "I paid the amount you asked for."

A cigarette was perched on his curved lips, wisps of smoke swirling the tense air between you both. "Did you really? You got proof?" He scoffed out a nasal laugh only coming closer to you, the sickening smell of tobacco and alcohol that stuck to him filled your lungs.

You take a step away. "Look at me when I'm talkin' to you," he said before you felt a calloused hand jerk your chin forward so your frantic eyes met his murky gaze shining with a sense of amusement despite you quickly swatting his hand away.

If you could call anyone rough, it'd be him. His dark hair was greasy, brushing just above his untamed brows and his skin was rough with decades of insobriety shown through the deteriorating state of his stained teeth. "If it's not on paper, it never existed."

If it's not on paper, it never existed.

It was that same narrative that lost you hundreds if not thousands of dollars. The same narrative that used to leave you leaving the police station more hopeless and frustrated than you came. The same narrative that left you in the same sinking boat you were destined to be on.

If there's no proof, it never happened.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you question, your wide eyes glaring at him with a mix of frustration and disbelief as your blood started to simmer, only hindered from full boil by your fear which was like a bucket of cold water poured on you.

Just two days ago, you paid him the exact amount of money he wanted in cash, ¥7500, hoping that you wouldn't have to see him again ever.

But what could you expect?

With your luck, things never went your way.

Your short-lived outrage was swiftly replaced once again by anxiety as his demeanor visibly hardened from your words.

His dull eyes bore into you as if it were the blade of a knife pressing into your throat, daring you to speak to him like that again. "I don't like your tone. Are you callin' me a liar? You sayin' I'm lyin'?" His toothy grin plunged into a derisive sneer as he made a hand gesture that signaled the rest of his people to come out from the shadows they were concealed from, watching the whole ordeal. "One thing I ain't is a goddamn liar."

It wasn't just one but two equally ragged-looking men all staring at you with sick smirks.

If you ever felt your heart drop to your ass it was now. A cold sweats misted your skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. You felt nauseous, your spinning mind feeling like it could just unscrew from your body with how cluttered your head was.

But only one question remained: what were you supposed to do? Fight or flight, your brain urged.

A pen wasn't going to do anything against three people. Fight was out of the question.

You needed to run.

"Answer me. You callin' me a fucking liar? Huh?!" With every word his tone got louder, his anger growing insatiable for an answer as he inched closer with a staggered walk. It was as if being labeled as a liar was an unforgivable sin despite how perfectly it described him.

Your voice had left a while ago along with the things you wanted to say that died on your tongue, your mouth now arid and set in a pursed line as you shook your head agitatedly. You swallowed hard, backing up slowly as if against an unpredictable animal before the two held you back, their grips on both of your arms steel and unrelenting.

"Let go of me! Get off! I paid you what you wanted, Miyamura!" You shrieked, kicking and jerking in a futile attempt to escape their iron grasp only to be met with a sweaty hand covering your mouth as your head jerked in protest.

"Are you dumb or just plain stupid?" he deadpanned, taking one last drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke right in your face as he leaned in and flicked the bud away. "If you can't pay with money, I'm sure there's plenty of other options." he muses, his filthy gazes dragging along the length of your body in a languid manner that left no room for misunderstanding.

He came closer, too close, his hot breath tickling the side of your neck while his hand traveled up to your neck, flicking the necklace hidden under your collar to view in a simple motion. "Gold, huh? You never told me you had this." he scoffed, his characteristic irritation dulled with intent.

Unclipping the necklace, he traced the chain in his hand before he pocketed it to let his hand inch to the first button of your shirt. "What else are you hidin' under there, huh?" his greedy eyes flit to meet your panicked ones, your brows furrowed, eyes glossy, and muffled outcries leaving your lips. It was a pleasing sight to him.

With one swift motion, you kick him in the crotch, your heel popping off your foot and tumbling down the sidewalk as his howls and curses of pain rang through the silence of the night. "This bitch just hit Mura!" one of them gasped, annoyed on his boss’s behalf as they held you painfully tighter

His jaw was set tight in a clench, his bulging eyes encircled with his white sclera and his hands cupped over his groin before his head snapped back up, his dark pupils piercing you with spine-chilling acrimony. Your heart dropped at the realization of what you did. "Once I'm done with you I'll fucking kill you. There won't be a goddamned trace left of you."

His unnervingly calm words were as solemn as the situation you were in right now as your eyes clamped shut anticipating his raised fist ready to strike you but... the hit never came but instead, a low voice that seemed to freeze everything.

"...Are these humans bothering you, Miss?"

A tall, formally dressed man with flowing, long blue hair stood just a couple of feet from all of you. His ethereal pale, ivory skin was covered in disorganized stitches that only made his already striking appearance stick out more. He almost seemed like an angel that miraculously came to help you, the streetlight illuminating him making his skin almost glow in a way. An answer to your prayers?

"Who the fuck are you? Unless you want a death wish, you'd better get the fuck out of here." Mura gritted, his patience for bullshit thoroughly snapped.

The guy's once merry eyes narrowed into unamused slits, taken aback by the man's words. "Death wish? Maybe that's what you're looking for." he asked, his lips slightly forming a pout as his head slightly cocked to the side in question. "Well, are you?"

Mura scoffed, his expression twisted into a detesting grimace the bitterness in his blood pumping venom in his veins. "You wanna ask a stupid question like that again, huh?" Much to the blue-haired man's delight, Mura came to him, angry stomps toward his direction.

Mahito's pale hand that was once shoved in his pockets unsheathed, reaching over to touch the tall man's shoulder faster than he could realize.

A single touch.

His satisfaction-filled and dilated heterochromia eyes widened with contentment from the pitiful look on the man's contorting, pain-laden face, a guttural and choked gurgle leaving the depths of his throat.

It was a look he always craved like a deprived addict, a look that satiated his primal instincts. Frightened, broadened eyes that were inundated with fear and desperation. One that made an eye-squinting grin curve on his face, almost reaching ear to ear from how broad it was.

The man's quivering mouth was left agape and his eyes rolled back before as he fell to the ground with a sickening thud.

Everything had gone silent before whimpers of fear left your covered lips as you jerked in the grips of your aggressors. Letting go of you, both of Mura's men staggered back from the utter apprehensiveness coursing their veins. "What the fuck did you do!" One of them shouted in disbelief fumbling to grab his holster, snapping it to aim at Mahito.

You dropped to take cover, your hands covering your head as a shot rang in the air and shattered the silence, piercing and echoing in the empty stretch of the sidewalk.

Then another. And another. A whole round till the pistol stalled with a few hollow clicks. "What the fuck! What the hell are you?!" he demanded in a strained tone as he took an unsteady step back then another as Mahito inched closer unharmed.

Mahito frowns. "Did you just shoot me...?" he probed, looking down at the bent bullets lying on the concrete before him. They all connected yet not a single one pierced him.

His question was left answerless and hanging in the thick air as the two bolted off, screaming like madmen, leaving you alone with this maniac.

Your trembling hands planted on the pavement to steady yourself as you looked at up the man just a few feet away from you, your breaths coming out in sharp, distressed puffs.

What the fuck was he? Eating those bullets without a single scratch??

"I think you dropped this." he says mirthfully as he swiped up your forgotten heel with an incredulous look, closing the distance between you two as you try to shift away.

Slowly, he crouched before you giving you a closer look at his delicate features. He reached for your leg but you scooted away in an instant.

What would happen if he touched you? You didn't want to know the answer.

"Don't touch me." you quip out in a ragged breath, your chest heaving with hyperventilating breaths like your lungs couldn't get enough air, panicking might have been an understatement.

Mahito laughs as he gives your knee a harmless poke, nothing coming from it. "Dramatic much?" he taunts, his hand ice cold and leaving goosebumps in their wake as he puts your heel back on. He gestures to you as if to show you were fine, he hadn't done anything. You regarded him in a bewildered manner as he rose back to his full height, towering over you.

You felt like some insignificant bug that paled in comparison to a higher power.

You looked back at Mura's limp body, unmoving and blood trickling out his agape mouth. "Is...is he dead...? Y-You killed him?" Your heart was beating loudly in your ears as you trembled as you covered your mouth, your eyes wild with disbelief.

6 years of torment, intimidation, and coercion stemming from an unresolved loan made by your mother decades ago, saturated with years of exorbitant interest rates and continuous debts overlapping the previous, burdened on you were gone.

Gone. In the blink of an eye.

All of that was gone in a matter of seconds.

He did exactly what you were too scared to do all these years. He killed Miyamura. It was unfathomable in your mind yet so gratifying to realize, the undercurrent of relief hidden by the amount of shock you were reeling from.

"Mhm." He smiled proudly as if he had completed an important accomplishment and expecting praise before he noticed your widened eyes and trembling body. "Wait, was I not supposed to?" He pouted sadly. Did he already mess his plan up again?

You quickly shake your head, more of an expression of disbelief at his demeanor than an answer to his sick question. Every rapid pump of your heart made the realization sink deeper into your mind. You looked up at your demented 'savior' with new-found fixation, unshed tears welling in your eyes.

That was new.

That wasn't something a human showed to him, was that gratitude? Usually, he was met with blood-curdling screams and yells, or they'd run off or faint for some odd reason he didn't understand. Well, you were fearful at first, but you seemed much more agreeable, at least in his perspective.

"You're weird." He looked down at you with inquisitiveness. "A very strange human."

You didn't understand why he referred to you as human as if he wasn't one himself. Was it some quirk of his? Even if wasn't it was still obvious that he was a visibly demented individual.

Yet he still saved you.

You didn't understand anything at all. Who was he? Where did he come from?

Why did he save you...?

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Thanks for reading if you made it this far! ^^

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61913047

[unetherian]

I recently discovered I'm a red fox therian!! I'm so happy but I don't know what I can do like day to day to express my identity minus yk like gear and quads and stuff

I'm so excited to be part of the community!!!

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼✿𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼

Hi!

I'm so happy for you, it must be so euphoric to find your theriotype and join the community at the same time! [Unfortunately I didn't find mine TvT]

So, let’s get to the tips!

Making red fox art! It can be drawing, painting, but also music (by creating a soundtrack on the theme of your natural habitat or a song about foxes), writing, photography (photos of your habitat and/or your theriotype, if possible), some beings create by drawing shapes in the earth/sand, and adding stones, I find that very beautiful! You don't need to be a talented artist to create! Find a technique you like, then go for it!

Watch some red fox art! You don't have to make art to enjoy the wonders of this concept! You can also make art requests to beings who create drawings, moodboards, stimboards, and even poems! You can also read books and watch series/movies with foxes!

Collect things! I collect feathers that I usually find on the ground, and it gives me a kind of "predatory pleasure" to have a piece of prey as a trophy, even though I have never hunted birds for real. You can also collect objects from nature, like small stones, sticks, etc. ⚠️Be careful if you want to buy taxidermy or vulture culture, because it can come from cruel farms where the animals are unfortunately exploited in a horrible way...please do a lot of research.

“Claim” a territory! If you are territorial, this activity is for you! Select a place in your garden, in a park, in a forest, (your territory can be in a public place, but in this case don't forget that this place does not officially belong to you) You can draw a map of this place, and maybe build a den outside.

Make a scent marker! It's a small potion where there are natural elements mixed with your scent, you can use it to mark your territory. I highly recommend it! Thorn from "therian territory" on youtube made a tutorial for this!

Learn fox body language! This is something very interesting, it will surely help you connect with your species. Maybe you'll find that you use the same body language?

Create a therian/alterhuman/nonhuman journal ! It's a notebook, or a small notepad, where you write things related to your alter/nonhuman identity. You can write about your therian journey, the animal experiences you have, for example. To make it, I reused my old half-empty scrapbook, cut out the used pages and then rebuilt a cover page. (I didn't have an empty notebook)

Create a place dedicated to your theriantropy! Place elements that remind you of nature, place gears if you have any, images or drawings of your theriotype, etc. on a shelf, a piece of furniture, or elsewhere. You can make it aesthetic if you want :3.

Eat a snack that looks like a red fox's diet! Foxes eat a wide variety of things! Keep in mind that your body can't eat certain things that foxes can, so be careful, okay?

Make yourself some less common gears! Gears are not necessarily tails, masks and collars, a gear is anything that an alterhuman/nonhuman can connect to his alter/nonhumanity, there are many other things like bracelets, phone cases, arm/legwarmers, etc. You will certainly find inspiration while browsing tumblr.

Try to do some vocal exercises! I don't know if you classify this as a common way to express one's theriantropy, but hey, why not?¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Connect with the community! Share your experiences, your feelings, your questions, your points of view in the online community (I advise you not to use Tiktok and YouTube shorts, unless your goal is to educate this part of the community). The Tumblr community is mostly welcoming and caring! [Do not share your personal information, stay safe].

There you go, I hope I helped you :3 I already posted a something where I gave some tips for young/new therians:

https://www.tumblr.com/unetherian/760241665074233344/things-to-do-when-youre-a-newly-awakened?source=share

maybe it could be useful to you.

Have a good alter/nonhuman journey, take care of yourself(drink water!!!!), don't forget that you are valid, have a purrrrfect day!

Bye !

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼✿𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼