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Hellfire Adopts Steve Pt. 2
Pt 1
Eddie may be repeating his senior year, but he's no idiot. He's intuitive, a quick thinker, and generally, he's an excellent judge of character. Which is exactly why he protested Gareth's decision to drag Steve Harrington, the former King of Hawkins High and current King of Don't Fuck With Me, to lunch with Hellfire.
Jeff and Freak are both genuinely terrified to have His Royal Highness picking at subpar mashed potatoes in the uncomfortable plastic chair across from them; to his credit, Steve Harrington seemed unbothered by the situation, even as Princess Nancy Wheeler and her own little pet outcast Jonathan pass him on the way to their own table. Eddie watches with growing interest as Steve boredly ignores Nancy's attempt to catch his eye (it's almost hilarious- he'd been at the Halloween party last month where Nancy got absolutely shitfaced and then screamed at Steve in front of the entire student body, and yet here they are, Nancy trying awkwardly to speak to Steve and Steve resolutely going about his business).
Gareth stammers through a story about their latest DnD campaign, his round face practically glowing with excitement as he uses the peas on his tray to illustrate what their party had been up against. Eddie fully expects Steve to say something rude, dousing Gareth's smile and deserving every bit of ire Eddie can muster, but Steve just smiles at Gareth and ruffles his hand through the unkempt curls Eddie's been trying to get Gareth to take care of.
From there it only gets weirder. Steve seems to have taken a real shine to Gareth and is nothing short of a perfect gentleman to Jeff and Freak, but he loves to bicker with Eddie. Honestly, Eddie's impressed at just how much Steve seems to like bitching at people.
Steve is also surprisingly responsible? After that first lunch, Steve is around all the time; he shows up to Hellfire meetings with his backpack full of homework and a Tupperware full of something delicious (Eddie had nearly cried the first time he took a bite of Steve's macaroni), only to completely ignore their entire session to study. Occasionally, the walkie Steve carries with him whenever they aren't in school will crackle to life, and Steve will make himself scarce pretty quickly.
Overall, Steve is awesome. Eddie hates to admit it, but watching such a prim and proper guy emotionally destroy someone for commenting on Freak's size, and Eddie just knows that the damage done to Tommy Hagan's car after Gareth showed up to Hellfire with a busted lip and glassy eyes was Steve's fault.
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Steve is actually really enjoying his time in Hellfire. He doesn't really mention it to the kids, and both Nancy and Jonathan are still avoiding him, so Steve sees it as a win: he gets to make friends who haven't seen him get his ass beat by interdimensional horrorterrors that have ruined dogs and flowers for him forever, he gets to learn more about the game his new little brother is obsessed with, and innocent kids don't have to bear the brunt of King Billy's reign of terror.
Gareth decides almost instantly that he likes Steve; not only because he saved Gareth from bullies or brings them food better even than Wayne Munson's, but because Steve always listens to his DnD stories. Jeff and Freak (who Steve will only refer to by his Government Name, Melvin) grow to like him as well, not at all encouraged by the food Steve brings or (on one memorable occasion) the incredibly realistic melee weapon, straight out of a flick like Red Dawn, that they found under his seat one day.
#steve harrington#steddie#stranger things headcanons#eddie munson#stranger things#hellfire adopts steve au#bet yall thought i was dead#but no#ive been captivated by another neurodivergent mess
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I'm in love with the interpretation that Silco did fire the gun as a warning shot instead of trying and failing to actually kill Vi.
I remember when I first watched this scene, I was just... destroyed, because this outcome had been so preventable, and like last time, no one was able to resolve anything or work anything out because Jinx was so terrified of what she might actually learn about the people she could be most hurt by, and by the time they started to make progress, they were interrupted.
When Vi and Jinx reunited in Act 2, they were so back. Starting to explain themselves to each other and make up for years of devastating misbeliefs about the other (is misbeliefs a word? it is now!), and then Caitlyn caused Jinx to jump on the defensive, and then the Firelights cut the conversation completely short when it had been salvageable.
In this scene, I would have loved if Vi and Silco could have properly clarified themselves without the crappy in between, he said she said stuff. Vi had no idea that Jinx loved him like a father ("You'll never have to see him again, Powder.") Jinx had no idea that Silco never planned to turn her in. Hell, Silco had no idea that Vi never abandoned her on purpose! And these two fucking HATE each other, so maybe these things wouldn't have made much difference, but they matter to Jinx, who matters to both of them.
They all could have lived and figured out... something, because Vi and Silco share the same Most Important Person whether they like it or not.
But then motherfuckinnng Caitlyn jumped up and got Jinx all freaked out again, and then Vi started like... just screaming?? while Jinx had a gun ready to fire and was extremely on edge? WHY, GOD DAMN ITâ
(Obviously I don't think anybody caused disasters on purpose in this show, which makes it all the more tragic. But I'm so upset, man..)
Thank you previous posters for pulling this rant out of me.
Jinx did not purposefully kill Silco, Jinx did not "choose Vi over Silco", Jinx did not kill Silco to protect Vi, and Jinx did not kill Silco out of love for Vi.
Jinx only kills Silco out of instinct. This is demonstrated time and time again with the crows. Jinx is heavily associated with crows in arcane. Yes they're a symbol for death and the macabre but they also serve a narrative and character purpose.
Crows show up whenever Jinx is about to fly off the handle. They show up when she tries to beat Vi's score, they show up when the firelights interrupt her reunion, and they show up on the night she kills Silco. Crows are used to show us when something really fucking bad is about to happen to Jinx.
They also show us something very INTEGRAL to her character: she is willing to kill anything that so much as moves, even when she knows it's not a threat. Jinx is initially startled by a crow when she goes to the place she and her family used to hang out. She pulls out her gun, realizes it's just a bird (not a threat), and shoots it anyway. This is REALLY important and is hinting at the finale.
Jinx is someone who lives in a very dangerous and hostile environment. She's been exposed to violence all her life, and there's many things to be afraid (many things she IS afraid of) in Zaun. It's instinct to protect herself because everyone hates her and is out to get her.
In the finale, Jinx PURPOSELY and INTENTIONALLY puts her ONLY WEAPON IN FRONT OF SILCO when threatened by Caitlyn. Why? Because she knows Silco will protect her. She knows that if shit hits the fan, if push comes to shove, if she is somehow put in a position where she cannot defend herself, Silco will defend her. Always. If she was afraid of Silco or what he might do or if she was afraid for Vi's safety, she would have NOT put the gun in his reach. She KNOWS he's anti-vi, she KNOWS he doesn't like her, he is literally arguing against her in this scene. She also knows that Silco has no limits, no line unwilling to cross. Silco would EASILY and perhaps happily kill Vi if given the chance. But she puts the gun in front of him because she trusts him and knows he'd do anything for her.
And ultimately, he DOES die defending her. Vi trying to call members of the past actively and explicitly puts Jinx in a place of pain and hurt. She is actively damaging her sister and making her the most unstable we've ever seen this. VI doesn't know she's doing this because vi lives in the past and the past has always been her refuge. But the past has always been jinx's nightmare and personal hell. Silco knows this because HE was there. He was there for every meltdown and mental breakdown, he knows her and knows what she's like, which is WHY he does everything in his power to get her to stop. The amount of violence and aggression he enters just to get Vi to stop is actually insane. We have NEVER seen him act this way. He's yelling at the top of his lungs and THRASHING IN HIS CHAIR to get her to stop, because he knows A. This is hurting Jinx and B. No good will come from this. He tells her to shut up, physically tries to get her to stop, and then he notices the gun (notice how is initial reaction wasn't to just kill her? Notice how he tried other methods before physical and actual violence?). He grabs the gun, point the gun at Vi, and press the trigger. But the bullets don't come out, the safety pin activates.
Jinx hears the pin. This is the only thing that manages to pull her out of her meltdown: the threat of violence. She's not in a place to process or analyze the situation. Upon instinct, she opens fire on everyone within the room, firing at random. Her only intention to put down the threat of violence. Both Vi and Silco's chair have bullet holes, showing that this is the case.
It takes her a while to calm down but once she does, she realizes what she's actually done. She realizes the threat was no threat at all.
#arcane#gahhhh!!!!#for the record season 1 is perfect#but I'm sad about it lmao#I wanted them to be happy and have a complicated difficult strife filled journey becoming a begrudging family for Jinx's sake
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This insane steddie au ft. Chrissy because I LOVE season 3 steddie aus and I will eat them all up istg
Yes this was deleted and I had to rewrite it.
Damn. Another strike out.
He had been on a roll, he'd gotten three girls phone numbers and his hair hasn't moved an inch.
The last couple of hours however, have been humiliating.
Eddie's cackles still haunt him along with the squeak of the marker on the white board.
"You suck Harrington!"
"Yeah, yeah, just...go back to work you're not even supposed to cover the front."
He'd worked with Eddie for a month now. He still hasn't gotten a chance to have a decent conversation with him. Management decided someone like Eddie was better kept behind the counter, not visible to the public. This didn't leave a lot of time for Steve to start a game of twenty questions.
Steve is leaning on his palm, elbow on the counter. He's bored and keeping blowing a piece of hair out of his eye. He catches a glimmer blonde in the corner of his eye and quickly stands.
He makes direct eye contact with Chrissy Cunningham standing nervously in front of him, wringing her hands together.
This was gonna be easy.
"Hi Steve," she waves.
He narrows his eyes at her flirtatiously.
"Hi Chrissy. Here for something specific?"
He folds his arms across his chest in a way he knows shows off his muscles.
"It's, a- kind of complicated."
"Really?" He leans a little over the counter. "Anything I can help you with?"
Chrissy freezes up immediately.
Shit.
She looks nauseous.
"Is Eddie here?"
"Is Eddie- what."
The man himself push Steve to the side. He puts his head in his palm and his elbow on the counter.
"Hi sweetheart," he purrs.
Chrissy giggles.
"Hi Eddie."
"What can I do for you? Here for help with your little bird?"
"Eddie!" Chrissy punches Eddie's shoulder and gives Steve a side eye.
Eddie turns and glares at Steve.
"Excuse us your majesty but this is a private matter."
Steve can't even bring up that they're the ones that are taking up the public space. He's in too much shock. He heads to the backroom but sticks his head out just watching them.
He can't believe it! Chrissy Cunningham asking for Eddie?! His Eddie?! His...platonic coworker Eddie?!
What does she like about him? It's gotta be the hair. His dark curly hair that you could wrap your fingers in. Oh! His long guitarist fingers. Probably lined with callouses that feel so good when they rub your skin just right.
He probably plays her his shitty music that he plays for Steve in the backroom. He probably saves her extra scoops like he does for Steve. She probably enjoys looking at his eyes like Steve does. Eddie's eyes shine like amber in the light. So loud and expressive. Steve has a rock he likes to look at that reminds him of Eddie's eyes.
Eddie laughs a good hardy laugh. It's distracting.
Steve's never been able to make Eddie laugh. Eddie's only laughs at Steve.
God he wants him to look at him like that.
What.
You know what...
...
Steve sees the appeal.
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Yes! Eddie is helping chrissy through a gay crisis. They simply had that talk in the woods a year earlier and decided they were perfect best friends.
Yes! Robin hasn't started working at scoops yet but Eddie convinces her to get the job just so he can wingman chrissy
Yes! Steve freaked out for about five seconds and then was completely fine with his crush on eddie
Steve also apologizes to Chrissy if he ever freaked her out and offers her a firm handshake to start off their friendship which chrissy happily takes.
Robin and Chrissy team up to get Steve and Eddie together
Platonic stobin all the way of course!
Yes this is shorter because I guess I deleted it the first time and rewrote it from memory.
#steddie#strangerthings#eddie munson#steve harrington#ficlet#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#stranger things#chrissy cunningham#robin buckley#scoops ahoy
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I feel bad asking for more but I'm so excited for trans Eddie đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸
Don't feel bad AT ALL! I am loving all the enthusiasm for this one.
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What the fuck? What does Buck think theyâre going to do? Swim or something else? Eddie doesnât like where this is headed. Not that Buck isnât super hot. He is. Just⌠Eddie would prefer if theyâŚ
Wait.Â
Wait a second.Â
Buck drops his shirt onto the ground and Eddie sees them. What he thought were top surgery scars. For the first time, he gets a clear view. And, uh⌠They definitely arenât. Thereâs several thin slits in his skin. Not scar tissue at all. They almost look like⌠Like fish gills.Â
âUhâŚâ Eddie struggles. âBuck, I donât know-â
But Buck doesnât wait to listen. He strides right into the water, wading until the water is up to his waist. Then he sort of just⌠Drops. Like all his height has disappeared. Eddie doesnât know how to make sense of what heâs watching. Buck seems to shift a little right before Eddieâs eyes. Body changing, though Eddie isnât quite close enough to make out all the nuanced details. Similar looking gills appear on his neck. Something changes with his hands.Â
And then⌠Then Eddie sees it. The craziest thing heâs ever fucking seen in his life. Buck twists in the water, and as a result, a large, silvery-scaled tail, with splashes of a hot orangey-pink color, like a sunset, rises above the surface and slaps back down again.Â
Eddie nearly screams. He stumbles backward a few paces.Â
Buck turns around to look at him.Â
âYou coming?â He calls out.
And so Eddie, completely baffled and sort of thinking he must still be high, says the exact same thing.Â
âWhat the fuck?âÂ
ii.Â
So thereâs a substantial chance Buck got this all wrong. Eddie is looking at him like he is a complete freak of nature. He is, but thatâs beside the point. The point is that Eddie said they were the same, and now Buck can see thatâs very much not true. Heâs still alone. And now, on top of that, heâs spilled a secret he was never meant to tell anyone.Â
Now heâs probably fucked.Â
âOh, shit,â he whispers, noticing the abject horror on Eddieâs face. âShit, shit, shit.â
If Buck wasnât in the water, heâd probably be keeled over from panic. Whenever heâs in the water and like this, he always feels a bit more at ease. But even that canât snuff out his current dread.Â
âWhat are you?â Eddie asks, eyes bugging out of his head.Â
Well, isnât that sort of obvious?
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in his 40s after 20 years of tours, award ceremonies and parties with fucking celebrities, Steve finally went back to school and studied to start working as a councilor in a high school.
He quickly becomes a favourite staff member among the students, especially the ones in the GSA he founded and runs. But to them, he is a complete mystery. He takes to just dropping shocking pieces of information in the middle of a conversation to watch the studentsâ shock. and he shamelessly uses the promise of a story to bribe students into behaving.
the best reaction by far, is the one he gets at graduation every year, when he tells that yearâs graduating GSA members that he is indeed married to Eddie Munson, front man of the very famous metal band âcorroded coffinâ.
#steve harrington#steddie#eddie munson#he just loves watching them all completely freak out#and then realise that it all makes so much sense
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find a blorbo (nhl tag game)
RULES: Go through the roster of each NHL team and find at least one player that you can root for.
tagged by @bondedpairs!! when i say too many teams to count and here for the narrative um. i may not have lied. this is not an extensive list of my blorbos but in order to make it not ten thousand years long i made up the rule that i had to do it straight from memory :)
anaheim ducks: as evidenced by recent events i DO like mason mctavish and trevor zegras but i have to honor laura and mention troy terry and beloved goalie gibbie*
boston bruins: oh for sure brad marchand⌠can i say patrice? one of the charlies got traded but i think mcavoy is still there because gryz is gone, brandon carlo is there still i think
buffalo sabres: cozens & thompson, owen power, rasmus dahlin, ukko pekka luukkonen
calgary flames: is chris tanev still here? is markstrom still here?? noah hanifin?? as a last resort iâll say blasty
carolina hurricanes: aho & jarvy & teuvo teravainen & brent burns is still playing maybe? i know sepe got traded
chicago hockey: the bedsy narrative is compelling but ANDREAS ATHANASIOU MY BELOVED reunited with tyler bertuzzi⌠thatâs the real story. also i like foligno
colorado avalanche: gabe landeskog, whatever ross colton & miles wood have going on, natemac + jo, mikko
columbus blue jackets: have long been on the merzlikins train, have been swayed to the darkside of umich boys (brindley, kent johnson, fantilli, blankenburg who is now on nsh)
dallas stars: seggy! mush! roope + miro and otter and robo and wyjo (rip ty dellandrea) and harls! etc.
detroit red wings: MOST players. dilly larks, moritz seider, jv, raymond, rasmussen, kitty, lyon, etc except for k*ne
edmonton oilers: mcdrai, ofc. nugent-hopkins, nursey, rip vinny & skinny
florida panthers: tkachuk, reinhardt, sasha barkov, verhaeghe (is there still?)
los angeles kings: adrian kempe⌠kevin fiala⌠danault⌠quinton byfield & alex turcotte
minnesota wild: kirill, marat, fleury, brodes, fabes, boldy, moose, middsy, spurge⌠godâs perfect idiots
montreal canadiens: going out on a limb here to say martin st. louis but also xhekaj (both), slafkovskĂ˝, suzuki, my austrian reinbacher, yes fine cole caufield
nashville predators: MOST BEAUTIFUL D PAIR IN THE WORLD GRADY SKJEI AND ROMAN JOSI!! juuse, evangelista, isnât stamkos there and also someone else who absolutely should not be
new jersey devils: nico⌠tuna (tatar), dawson mercer, siegenthaler, dougie hamilton, yes the hugheses whatever
new york islanders: barzy, zeeker & marty, anders lee, noah dobson lol
new york rangers: mika & chris, lafrenière & kâandre, shesterkin
philadelphia flyers: frosty & beezer and tk and sanny and the new baby michkov and coots and scooty loots and foerster etc etc. you know the Guys
pittsburgh penguins: the two headed monster but also compelled by rutger mcgroarty, and kevin hayes was there!!!
ottawa senators: timmy stß & brady! josh norris! the evolution of shane pinto! ullmark now and brännstrÜm and claude giroux and chabot
san jose sharks: ekky, thrun, mario, borde, logan couture, shakir, that other vaguely blond rookie
seattle kraken: brandon tanev, andre burakovsky! grubauer & dâaccord also
st. louis blues: jordan kyrou, nathan walker (is still there?), rob thomas? is parayako still there?
tampa bay lightning: hedman, point, they dumped so many guys after the cup run⌠is kucherov still there or is he in nashville?? anthony cirelli (notable for being made out with by pat maroon)
toronto maple leafs: mitch, jt, willy, alex nylander, kniesy, dewar, et
utah hockey: crouse, keller, tuba
vancouver canucks: quinn, brock, petey, jt, garly, hĂśggy, i want to say dakota johnson, elias lindholm?
vegas golden knights: brandon montour is here now⌠alex pietrangelo, so sorry to one i canât remember who loves the lions it will come back to me
washington capitals: full of love and stupidity. oshie, nicke/ovi, pierre-luc dubois, dowd, vrĂĄna, milano
winnipeg jets: adam lowry!! josh morissey and kc and morgan barron, also vladdy my beloved
tagging @stillfertile + @colap1nto + @songsandswords + @moregraceful if they havenât done it yet, i know they follow at least a couple teams. if anybody else wants to play i love adopting blorbos!!
#it is literally my DREAM to get challenged by someone about how many hockey guys i can name because i am a freak like that#and i make up arguments in my head for fun. please Try Meeeee#me when i wear all of my different crewnecks out & make up an imaginary argument where i have to list five guys from every team⌠ok why not#in doing this i hope i expose so many of you to narratives and also donât show my ass because weâre at the point in the season where i go#âhe got traded WHERE???â & i forget where everyone got moved around 𫡠everyone who watches a game has to deal with me regularly going WAIT#tag games#liv in the replies#this is secretly just a love letter to everyone i follow who got me invested in these narratives. i WILL adopt ur interests &speech pattern#and like. it very much does NOT even come close to reflecting the narratives i have and will be invested in#hated my own rule as soon as i made it but it prevented me from creating an even MORE elaborate set of rules which was like. would you#actually root for this guy playing hockey vs are these all narrative characters so you need to them be able to back it up with a fic#which. given that itâs BLORBO i was like none of them are about to named on the basis of their hockey and also i am a giant hater#if youâre playing the red wings i want you to lose if the red wings are out i cannot guarantee who i will root for. it is up to The Spirit#this took me too long⌠worth it#like I donât know as if iâll ever make a proper pinned post but this is high in contention simply for the fact that i just Talk about Guys#you guys missed the part where i tried to do it in alphabetical order but completely forgot all teams that started with a p and colorado#among other teams and then i had to google â32 nhl teamsâ because i could not for the life of me figure out who i was missing. rip ottawa#which is so funny because i love so many guys on their team. like. this list is such evidence of my BLANKING on the spot under pressure.#*everyone who saw this say stolarz no you didnât. listen i knew ONE of them had gotten traded đ and literally during the pre-season det/tor#game today i heard âstolarzâ and went OH FUCK NO OH NO and wheezed my way here to fix it.
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I still very loathe the Media Trope of ââcold genius man doesnât feel emotions and never has relationships... UNTIL.. one random relatively bland Preddy Woman comes along and warps his entire personality and ability to think, his heart has grown and his seeming asexuality has evaporated, he is now Normal :)â or whatever like... AS a walking generic hermit archetype myself.. we would NOT act like that .... just let people be detached weirdos in peace, you cowards .. OR, donât bother to write one in the first place if you find us too boring to exist realistically in our natural state lol.. patheticÂ
#the only exception to this is its okay if he develops some pesudo-romantic psychologial fixation on one of his long suffering male sidekicks#or assistants or whatever (since this character acrhetype ALWAYS has some sort of like Straight Man Every Man helper to follow#him around and be an audience stand in. sometimes multiple like a whole team of assistants. sometimes just one etc.)#like a strange not-entirely-romance-but-mutualy-unhealthy-comedic-codependence w someone you worked w 25+ yrs COULD be in character. sure.#ASIDE from that one exception though..... just keep them aromantic and asexual.. why would someone who has been that way for their#entire fucking life suddenly be like ''well I've known this woman three weeks but she's really hot! whoops!''#''guess I'm going to act completely out of character! sometimes booba so booby it fundametally alters the dna of me personality. you know ho#w it is'' .. like shut up.. explode#It's not that I project personally onto these characters (writers are bad at writing them and they're generally annoying as shit) BUT just#like... coming FROM the perspective OF a cold detached ''robot'' seeming hermit freak.. like textbook scholar wizard man locked#away in a tower somewhere type personality... You just watch shows sometimes and you can SEE that the writers are trying to write#the Character Archetype that is your actual realworld personality and you're just like 'we do NOT fucking act like that!!!' lol#you know ? like .. i don't actually care about the characters themselves but more just.. the principle of the thing. staying true to what#has been set up. You can't be like ''oh yeah this is your typical cold detached hermit weirdo with zero interest in human relationships for#the most part blah blah blah'' and then 5 minutes later be like ''WAIT GUYS!! LOOK! they're still NORMAL! look they love booba#too!!! haha hashtag Relatable!!'' .. what have you done to him.. you've massacred the archtype.. cowardly fool#Also I'm referencing them as male because this character archtetype is usually male but the same thing can apply for other gendered versions#of the archetype. it's ALWAYS annoying. no matter what it is lol. GOD AND IT'S even worse when they're supposed to be like hundreds or thous#ands of years old like.. some sort of supernatural being who's ''above it all'' because they've seen the world's cycles for so long#and blah blah and then it's like ''omg.. suddenly into romance.. for some reason all 900 years of my life nobody has ever been good#enough but YOU.. random ass person who I met 30 minutes ago and are completely average in every way or maybe you have like one#special power or are smart or something but apparently somehow I've lived 900 years without ever meeting a single other smart person#or whatever but WOW.. you... instant soulamtes.. I am no longer aromantic and asexual. I am also no longer smart.''#at least if it's a human with a normal lifespan you can be like 'well they were only 30. maybe they genuinely did just have their first#sexul awakening' or something but.. you're telling me like.. 900 years??? 1000 years?? and NOW they're like 'whooa!!' lol#Which obviously all aroace people are different.. all people with autism or schizoid pd or any other mental illnesses that can sometimes#lend people towards that type of 'weird hermit' archetype are all different. plenty of these people WILL have relationships and sex and desi#re those things. but it's like.. if you are OBVIOUSLYÂ setting out to write that one VERY specific archetype within the broader archetype#then GO ALL THE WAY!! you cant have someone be like HALF-detached partial-hemrit sometimes-maybe-genuis or whatever#or I guess you can but like. it should be that way from the beginning. it's the random sudden shift in personality thats jarring
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my grandpa was a good man. and it really wasnt his fault - recreationally lying to kids is a proud family tradition - but he told me, once, that cutting a worm in half resulted in two worms.
i think he said it so i'd be more morally okay with fishing? i actually dont remember the context.
point was, he told me this, and he understimated (by a very large margin) how much i liked worms. i was a worm boy. very wormy. and after hearing that, i went home, and i dug through the garden, flipped over every rock, did everything i could to gather as many worms as i could, and then i uh.
i cut them all in half. every worm i could find. all of them. with scissors.
i then took this pile of split worms, and i put them in a box with a bit of lettuce and some water and stuff and went to bed expecting to double my worms overnight. i have math autism, so i had a vague understanding that if i did this just a few times in a row, i would eventually have a completely unreasonable amount of worms.
i was very excited to become this plane's worm emperor.
(i think i was...six?)
anyway, i did not become the inheritor of the worm crown. i instead woke up to a box of dead worms and cried. a lot. i got diagnosed with panic attacks as a teenager, but i think i had them as a kid, i just had no idea what they were. i was kind of processing that a.) i had killed what i had assumed was every single worm in my yard, and thus would have no more worms, and b). i was going to like, worm hell.
(six year babylon spent a lot of time worrying about god.)
so i kind of freaked out, and i climbed a tree, because god can only smite you if you're touching the ground (?) and i sat up there mostly inconsolable until my mom came out and asked, hey, what's up? what happened?
so i explained to her that i had killed all of the worms, forever, and was also Damned, and she took me to the compost pile, and we dug for all of five seconds and found like twenty more worms.
the compost pile was full of worms.
she then told me that a). there were more worms, and we could put them back under rocks and stuff and recolonize our yard and b). that one day, i would die, and go to heaven, and be able to talk to the worms face to face. that i'd be able to tell them all that i was very sorry, and that i killed them on accident, driven only by excessive Love, and that she was positive they would forgive me because worms have six hearts and no malice.
at that point, i think i was sixty percent tear-snot by weight, and i had no choice but to gather enough worms that i could hug them. which my mom helped with. and then after that she helped me put some worms back under each rock.
and for my epilogue: i spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees. and for many years after, even when my mom didnt know i was watching, i would catch her giving the space under the rocks a light spritz with the hose. not because she loved worms.
but because she loved me.
#anecdotes#memories#worms#moms#the hazards of recreationally lying to children#dont treat my grandpa too harsh#story time#stories#babylon#animal death#religion
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Freak On The Cam! - C.K.
Synopsis. Choso always loved watching you - his pretty lilâ camgĂrl - from behind the screen. Who knew heâd love being on-screen with you even more?
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, camgĂrl! reader, spĂtting, Choso has rings and piercings, first times + loss of vĂrginity (Chosoâs), oral (fem receiving), exhĂbitionism, DOWN BAD Choso, cĂşmplay, use of âmaâamâ, Sukuna is a menace, vĂbrators, light jealousy (Chosoâs), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 6.5k
A/N. Meant to post this last week but hehe here we are. Also Iâve GOT to stop using Unc-kuna so much lmao.
âWanna see a movie or do you wanna make one?â
Choso was screwed. Completely and utterly screwed. So badly, in fact, that he might as well just wipe off every trace of himself online and go into hiding - preferably forever.
All because he had been so stupidly careless as to leave his phone unattended for exactly 1 minute and 47 seconds around Sukuna.Â
In the time it took Choso to raid the kitchen for his favorite brand of cereal, his uncle had managed to open his Twitter (because âthatâs where all the juicy stuff isâ), stalk your pretty page at the very top of his last searched, and send a god-awful pick-up line that would probably get him blocked. Or worse.
Damnit, he knew he shouldnât have made his password Yujiâs birthday.
âYa should be thankful I didnât DM her myself, brat.â Sukuna chuckles, not even a shred of regret in his tone, way too amused with how Choso was frantically trying to tackle the phone out of his hands. âWhatâs the harm in asking? Such a pretty camgirl, nâ you look like you need some good pu-â
âSheâs also my classmate.â
âKinky. Even better.âÂ
No, not âeven betterâ. God, this must be some kind of cosmic joke, and Choso just wished the Earth would swallow him up whole right now - and maybe his phone along with it too.Â
It had taken him almost a whole semester to work up the courage to just sit next to you during your shared lecture. All gorgeous with your bright smiles, and your smart mouth. And Choso was very much content to admire you from afar - and from behind his phone screen, of course.
Never following, never liking. Never tipping you off as one of your hundreds of thousands of fans.
And now, not only had Sukuna revealed that heâd found your secret Twitter account - the one with those sinful little clips of yourself that had Choso opening the app way too much - heâd also propositioned you. Like some creep. Â
âUgh. This is why women hate you.â Still desperately grappling, he spits out more to himself than Sukuna at this point. âB-besides, sheâs never even gonna respond any-â
Ping!
And the Itadori household had never been quieter. Never, on a random Saturday during spring break. Never, as the two men crowd the phone, jaws dropped and staring wordlessly at the singular message on screen. You.Â
âLetâs make one ;)â
---
âSo sânot a stream this time, jusâ a video. Is that okay?â You hum from your desk, glancing at the man seated on your bed as he hastily nods along with whatever you said. Looking like heâd rather be anywhere but here.Â
Weird.Â
It had only been a few days of back and forth since youâd gotten that first text - the one that youâd honestly thought about blocking like the thousands of others. But there was just something about it that made you stop, something that had you clicking on the profile to delve a little deeper.
It hit you like a semi-truck back then - five of them, in fact - that this was someone in your class. Someone you knew. How the hell did he even find this account?Â
You knew Choso as that sweet - albeit slightly gloomy - kid that sat next to you, always quick with his answers and even quicker to look away from your gaze, no matter how hard you tried to spark a conversation. Youâd just guessed he was afraid of you or something.
So nothing couldâve prepared you for how ridiculously attractive he looked in that profile picture, all smug grins and dark locks falling effortlessly around his slightly smudged eyeliner. Shirtless, giving just a peak of- oh god, were those nipple piercings? Â
Could you really be blamed? You just had to have him.
But, here - it was like he was just itching to run away at the first chance he got.Â
âYouâre not held at gunpoint, yâknow.â you giggle at how he startles at the mere sound of your voice. The mattress dips as you stop fiddling with the camera to sit next to him, thighs flush against his muscled ones. âAre you sure you want-â
âYes.âÂ
It seems that both of you were surprised by the abrupt response. Too quick. Choso clears his throat, cheeks flaring as he tries to dredge up some semblance of dignity, he drawls lightly. âI mean- Yes.â
You study him for a moment under the dim lighting, noting the way his hands clench and unclench in his lap, the way his chest rises and falls rapidly as he struggles to control his breathing. He was nervous. Nervous and horny - nothing quite like the suave impression his pick-up line gave off.Â
But so irresistible just the same.
âWellâŚCho.â you bat your lashes, voice dropping to a seductive whisper - not too heavy, for now at least. âThen why wonât you even look at me?â
Alas, Choso was not a strong man.Â
Maybe at your words, maybe at that playful little nickname you gave him, heâs finally raising those dark eyes to look at you. Twinkling with- fear? anticipation? A flicker of something so dangerous as his gaze sweeps greedily over that tight dress you put on just for this occasion.Â
Choso tries to ignore how sinfully it hugs all your curves. Or the way it would look a million times better on the floor.Â
This was absolute torture.Â
And God he thinks he could pass out right then and there as you lean in closer. Too close. The temperature in the room suddenly increasing by about 10 degrees as you purr, tone careful and balanced. âMuch better. And nowâŚâÂ
His breathing becomes heavier, eyes flickering downwards. Once. Twice.Â
And you know youâve got him in the palm of your hand.Â
â...all you gotta do is touch me.â
Yeah, if Choso thought he was going to pass out before then he definitely wasnât ready for those dangerous little words. Ones that have him shaken right to the core - fighting that urge to just take you how heâs imagined all those lonely nights.
âYou- huh?â he lets out a shaky laugh, the sound strained as he crosses his legs with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, desperately trying to will away the blood rushing straight to his throbbing cock right now.Â
But how could he? Not when you only shift closer, barely even a hairâs breadth between you two - relishing in his strangled gasp as your tits press so enticingly against his arm. Such an adorable pout playing on your lips as you mutter, âDo you not want to?â
And he did. Oh, how he did - has been imagining it for the past five months, in fact. And Choso lets you know, a little twenty times, actually, as the words spill panickedly from his lips.Â
â-idiot trying to set me up and Iâve been dreaming of fucking you for so long but Iâm just-â Heat rushes to Chosoâs cheeks, as he abruptly shuts the fuck up. But itâs too late - the damage has been done.
You give him a wry smile, lips mere inches from his ear. âJust what?â
His breath hitches, muscles rippling so deliciously as he shudders beneath your touch. âIâm a-â Choking out - as if it physically hurts to admit - â-virgin.â
Oh.Â
Now, you mightâve expected many things - but certainly not this. Though, looking at the cute flush on the tips of his ears, all the way down to those big, needy eyes, you donât mind. Not one bit.
With one, quick glance at the rolling camera - your mouth is moving before your mind. âDo you want me toâŚdo something about it?â
And then itâs like something snapped.Â
You donât know who leans in first, just that Chosoâs kissing you. And youâre kissing him - how could you not?Â
Because goddammit it was always those pretty lips that you were staring at whenever he was spouting off answers in class. You just never expected heâd be kissing you back with such an infectious desperation.Â
No sooner are you thinking about how sweet his lips are before heâs pulling away with a soft sigh, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. Your neck. Back to your lips like he wanted everything and anything.
You gasp licks a long, languid stripe up your neck - maybe at how utterly obscene it felt, maybe at that sharp cold feeling that makes you flinch. Fuck - a tongue piercing? The noise makes Chosoâs mouth drop into a quick oh! surging forward to claim your lips again. Addicted.Â
Only to be stopped by your hands cupping his face, letting out a pained grunt at how he was so close. Just a hairâs breadth away from your lips.
âCho~ Open your mouth, baby.â you whisper, hotly.Â
And he looked so pretty - dark hair askew, lower lip swollen and quivering with need, brows furrowing because he wanted more of your taste. But he obeys, of course he does, Choso thinks heâll do anything you asked. And lo and behold, sitting right there in the middle of his tongue was a pretty silver piercing.
You just canât help but thumb open his mouth further, looking him right in the eyes as you spit in his mouth. Once. Twice.Â
âBet no one else has done this before, huh?â Grinning at how sinfully Chosoâs eyes roll to the back of his head at your taste, âKiss me proper now.â
God, you were so good at throwing away whatever was left of his poor sanity. And itâs all thatâs said before his kiss-bitten lips are crashing into yours again.Â
âNo. No oneâs hah- done that before. Only you.â heâs panting into your open mouth, swirling his tongue with yours. âF-fuck only you. Only you only you-â
You barely even realize the way youâre on his lap now, sitting so prettily there that Choso half-deliriously wonders whether he should take a picture. Mind spinning too much with his throbbing erection under your drenched panties, a damp little patch at his fat tip. So hot and heavy already.
âCho, do you want me to-â
âYes, maâam.â
You certainly donât have to be told twice - especially with that little nickname. Fiddling with his belt, youâre so hazy with want - the need to taste Choso, to see if the rest of him was as sweet as his lips - that you almost miss the look of confusion that flashes across his face.
You bat your lashes at him almost-innocently, âYou alright?â And Choso thinks he could cum right there and right now at the sight. If he wasnât currently battling for his life, that is.Â
âYeah, sâjusâ- what I wanted hah- was toâŚâ His hands sneak down, cupping your heated pussy through your drenched panties. â-taste her. â
âOh?â
âAre yâgonna teach me how?â
Oh. Fuck.
You know youâre fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.
Only moments later, Chosoâs wrestling you back onto the mattress, face-to-face with your sloppy pussy. So mean with the way he was pinning your hips down with one hand, all but ripping your panties off with the other.Â
You feel his piercing before his tongue. Both the hot and cold so maddening on your cunt as Choso licks long, lazy stripes up your puffy folds - dragging his hot tongue all the way from your base. Just grazing your swollen clit.Â
âTeach me- fuck fuck-â words muffled and slurring together, vibrations going straight to your pussy. âUse me. Use me how you want.â
Youâre threading your fingers through his dark locks before you even realize it, grinding your sloppy cunt all over his waiting mouth. âQuirk your tongue like- ngh-â Angling him close enough so he bullies his soft tongue into your tight pussy. Piercing massaging all the right places. âFuck-â
âLike this?â
âSh-shit,â you gasp, nodding deliriously. âSâtoo ngh- good.â
And by God, did you mean it.Â
âYeah? Yâlike this?â heâs groaning, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit. âCan feel you clenching around me. Shit shit shit, you love this, huh? So slutty on camera for it?âÂ
Getting wetter and wetter by the second as his tongue roams for that one-
âOh! F-fuck, Cho. Right hngh- there. Deeper-â
Ah, found it.
Choso grins as you tug on his soft strands, you can feel it on your throbbing pussy. Pushing your legs all the way till theyâre at your tits to hit that little spot each and every time. Again and again. Eyes glassy, torn between devouring that slutty expression on your face and how fucking drenched you were.Â
âShit, baby,â his words are so strained now, like his sanity was dancing away at each flick of his tongue. âYouâre drooling everywhere. See? Show the camera now.â
You donât have to look. Because you can feel it.
Can feel how wet his mouth is, just glistening with slick and saliva. Trailing all the way down his chin - to his wrist - only second to how sloppy your dripping cunt was. It was like he was getting messy on purpose, like a little reminder to himself that shit this was you and he was eating out your pretty cunt to insanity-
âOh my god, think mâhooked.â Tongue dragging all over your swollen folds, catching on his piercing. âThink your pretty lilâ pussyâs hah- driving me crazy. Ruined me, Fuck-â
And itâs so embarrassing how heâs talking you through it, grinning at every lilâ whine and whimper that leaves your mouth. You were acting all shy right now in a way that makes Chosoâs cock twitch so painfully. He barely even notices, though, with the way he was so drunk off your pussy.Â
So messy - unable to decide between rolling his tongue over your ravaged clit and dipping into your sloppy hole. Too much. In and out in and-
âFaster.â
He goes faster.Â
âH-harder.â
He goes harder.
Anything and everything for you - to keep those pretty moans falling from your lips, walls getting tighter and tighter around his tongue. And Choso might just consider himself a man addicted.
âCan you ngh- cum fâme, baby?â You flinch as he spits out the words into your cunt. Harsh. Fucked-out. Sounding just as delirious and breathless as you. âCum fâme please. Wanâ to taste yâon my tongue. Please. Fuck- need it so bad. So bad.â
Youâre so caught up in Chosoâs pussydrunk little babbles that you barely even realize when youâre cumming. Just that youâre letting out a strangled scream of his name, dragging your sloppy pussy all over his mouth.Â
And he has never seemed more blissed out. Long gone is that nervous little expression usually on his face around you, Choso looked like he could be suffocated in-between your legs right now and love it. Hope for it, even.
He tells you that, of course. As soon as youâre blinking back your vision, blood still roaring in your ears. Delicate strings of slick snapping where he parts from your quivering cunt, lips swollen and glossed so prettily with your sweet sweet juices.Â
âBaby, yâthink the video of lesson one came out good?â
Oh. Shit, what have you done?
---
That certainly wasnât the last time you saw Choso - or the last time you had him in front of a camera, either.
A few weeks later, you found yourself with an entire album for the man - a hidden treasure trove under the simple name of âCho <3â. Most of the videos favorited, all sorted so tediously in a way that showed you spent an obscene amount of time looking at all the ways he ruined you.Â
So filthy on camera that you always wondered whether it was the same person in the sheets and in class, texting Choso for later. Just to confirm.Â
But embarrassingly, only some of these videos made their way onto your Twitter account - with Chosoâs pretty face largely out of the frame. The two of you hadnât ventured into streams yet either, opting to hide him away. Because, okay, maybe you were slightly jealous of other people seeing him - but it was really hard not to be when he looked like that.
In spite of all that, youâd still gained a casual hundred thousand more followers since his appearance - ones who always commented on your solo streams asking where your âhot emo bfâ was.
Comments youâd pointedly ignore, because, hell, you wished he was here on-stream helping you get off, too. Yet despite the endless flirting and videos, Choso actually hadnât made it further than actually holding a full conversation with you. And you wanted more.Â
For all you know, you might just be one of his many trysts - and it was just for the videos, right? You get the content, he gets the experience? A win-win situation, so why have you never felt more like such a loser?
Such a loser the way youâve already lost count of the âlessonsâ but still havenât gotten to feel him - to fuck him the way you wanted just yet.Â
âSâalright if I take this, right, maâam?â He smirks during one such session, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt. Dangling your drenched panties like a badge of honor, flimsy and soaked with your sweet sweet juices. âSâalright if I-â And he canât even finish the sentence. Your jaw drops as Choso raises the thin fabric to his face, breathing in your essence like a man possessed.Â
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-
âYouâre so filthy, Cho-â you manage to choke out once you find your voice. Squirming on his bed like such a slut for him. âWas the innocent thing just an act?â
âNope.â he pops the p, licking lewd little circles on your neck, thumbing open your puffy folds to watch in amazement at the way you glisten and clamp around his fingers. Eyes flickering briefly to the recording phone in his hand. âBut we gotta give âem a good show, huh?â
Right, youâd forgotten about the camera. But none of that matters anyway because-
Intensity setting 2.
âYouâre so mean, too.â
âAm I?â he grins, teeth grazing along your racing pulse. âI think you taught that to me, baby. Shit, lesson 8 it was?â
God, he was addictive.
Chosoâs having way too much fun playing around with the intensity setting of the bullet vibrator shoved inside your ravaged cunt. Sending quick, methodical vibrations all along your pulsing clit. In time with the breathless moans leaving your kiss-bitten lips, and itâs all you can to call out for- more? Mercy? Both?Â
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-
âGod, youâre so perfect. Shit, so messy fâme.â he groans, and you could tell that the video wasnât going to be uploaded anyway. Too shaky, focusing in and out of Chosoâs fingers. Knuckle-deep and pumping in and out of your filthy hole. Relentless. âAlmost makes me wanna show off to an actual audience.â
âMaybe I want to, too.â you muse, shifting at his heated gaze. Dangerously pressing your thumb over those nipple piercings youâve gotten to know so well lately - as if to support your point. God you wish heâd take off that snug shirt.
Intensity setting 3.
âThat so?â
And no matter how many times Chosoâs ruined you on camera - and watched the videos over and over afterwards - he always thought they werenât enough to capture your perfection.Â
âSuch a slut fâme, baby.â To capture the exact moment in which your wet lips fall into a soft little oh! when he massages your walls in time with the pulsing vibrator. To capture that absolutely sinfully excited little glint in your eyes as he ruts his clothed erection against your pussy. âYâalways this dirty?â Quickly turning into a look of slight panic at the sudden jingle of keys from the front door.Â
âYo, brat. Where the fuck are ya?â
Ah, there he was, the reason that Choso usually locked his bedroom door whenever you were over, even if he was home alone.Â
Intensity setting 4.
As the silence continues, so does Chosoâs abuse on your cunt. In fact, he only gets more erratic - like he wanted you to cum. Needed you to cum right now, right here in front of Sukuna, footsteps only growing louder. Nearer.
âCho-â you fight to get out the words. âHeâs hah-.â
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-
âCanât speak? Thatâs cute.â he coos, voice way too relaxed for someone whose mind was reeling with the realization that he couldnât remember if he locked the door this time, and how adorable you sounded. Enough so that it made some raw, primal part of him wanna pull down his pants and fuck you right here right now. Cockblocks and his own virginity be damned. âCâmon now, use your words like a good girl. Tell the camera.â
Cocky bastard.
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-
âClose!â you yelp, unsure of whether you were talking about yourself or the looming Sukuna. Jaw slack, tears springing into your ears as you look up at Choso. âSo close.â
God, you were addictive. And this video was definitely going in both your favorites.
âMhm,â he hums, movements getting hastier. More desperate. âI know, maâam.â
Intensity setting 5.
Thatâs all that it takes for you to cum, letting out a loud strangled moan of Chosoâs name. Or, you wouldâve - if it hadnât been for the way heâs shoving two, thick fingers into your mouth.
Silencing you - and in your hazy brain you think that if this was his way of shutting you up, then you really didnât mind. Because all you could taste was you and the cold, cold metal of his rings. Somewhat intoxicating.
âShhhhhh.â heâs breathing out, still mindlessly grinding his hips into yours. Though, you realize with a pang that today wonât be the day you get to feel that achingly hard erection straining his pants. âThese pretty moans arenât for him, hm?â
Pressing on the back of your tongue, smirking at the way you nod tearily up at him, moans still muffled. Hell, do you even know how sexy youâre being right now.
âMhm, all fâme. All for fuckinâ me.â
Knock! Knock! Knock!Â
âWhy the fuck are you locked up in here on a Saturday night?â Sukuna sounds impatient, but not surprised. Probably imagining all sorts of dorky things his nephew was doing to hole himself up in his room. âCome out nâ get this takeout- whatâs left of it anyways.â
And with that, itâs like the magic is over.
Your high only just bating before Chosoâs hurriedly ending the recording on a hazy still of your disappointed pout, cursing Sukuna for his impeccable timing.Â
Slightly concerned about the door being broken down and someone else seeing you in all your fucked-out glory, he hastily moves to grab the spare cloth by his bedside. Cleaning you up with hushed promises of âsending the recording laterâ, and âsâalright, heâll be gone soon.â
Close. You were so close.
A win-win situation - but youâve never felt like more of a loser.
---
âBy God, I never thought heâd get the balls to do it.â
You yelp in surprise at the deep voice from behind you, whirling with a defiant brandish of Chosoâs (your?) keys. Heâd given them to you a few lessons ago, saying it would make it easier for you to come and go from his apartment as you pleased. Which - to you - felt dangerously like something a boyfriend would say-
But that wasnât important right now.
What was important was the older man suddenly towering over you right outside Chosoâs front door. Big arms crossed over his chest, that leering smirk clashing with his pink hair. âI knew it was odd that brat had a pair of heels by the door.â
Shit. Sukuna.
Ryomen awfully-wingman-his-nephew Sukuna.
âSpill.â At your confused head tilt, he plows on. âSpill the tea. I need new blackmail on my lilâ nephew. How badly did he have to beg you to go out with him?â
You donât know what was more bizarre - what he was saying or the way he actually pulls out his Notes app as if hanging on to your every word.Â
âI-Itâs because of you.â you manage to choke out, unsure of what Choso has told his family about you. Eyes flitting between him and the door right behind you, sounding your very best not to sound just as guilty as you felt. âYouâre the reason we have this weirdâŚthing.â
A beat of silence passes. One. Two.Â
And just as youâre beginning to wonder whether youâve broken Chosoâs infamous uncle, he throws his head back and laughs. Laughs, right in your face, sounding like heâd just heard the funniest punchline in the world.Â
âOh thatâs hilarious.â he exclaims, wiping a mock tear. Cackles dying down as if he was suddenly aware that maybe Choso would hear and walk in on this impromptu interrogation. âDamn, that awful pick-up line is why you started fuckinâ? I thought itâd get that sap blocked so heâd stop stalking your account so much.â
âNo, weâŚâ you hesitate, mind reeling with what Sukuna just admitted, and how bad it would really be that youâre divulging your sex life to a relative of the guy youâre fucking. Before thinking fuck it, might as well confide in someone. â...weâre just doing stuff for-â putting up air quotes. â-content.â
âJust content?â
âJust content.â
âAnd you like that fool?â
Your face burns at how glaringly obvious it apparently was, â...Yes.â
This seemingly sets Sukuna off on another wave of uncontrollable laughter. âOhh, thanks for the blackmail on that emotionally-constipated brat.â Typing away on what you assume to be his Notes, he promptly turns to walk away, âSee ya around, doll.â
âWait!â you call after in confusion, making him stop and raise a brow. âArenât you supposed to like- I donât know, give me advice for your nephew or something - like a good uncle?â
Scoffing, âWho said I was a good uncle?â He leans in ever-so-slightly, âJusâ rock his world on camera or somethinâ nâ ask him out right in the middle.â Satisfied with being enough of a decent samaritan for today, he walks back with a half-wave, âHeâd listen to whatever you say anyway.â
Oh. Is that so?
And Sukuna probably meant it as some joke. Something to tease the both of you with - but itâs something that sets the gears going off inside your head. Something that had you ignoring Sukunaâs slightly panicked, âJusâ not too soon, I needa bully him with this first.â
---
You didnât listen to Sukunaâs little plea, of course. Because only a few days later youâd steeled yourself to finally send that one text you knew would change your relationship with Choso. For the good, hopefully.Â
You: 9pm my place. Get ready, cuz this time weâre gonna be live ;)
Cho <3: :0Â
And with that, youâd thrown your phone on the bed, jittery about later tonight. Browsing through your wardrobe for that one set of barely-there lingerie in his favorite shade of pink. Hey, you could never be too prepared, right?
Nothing couldâve prepared Choso for this moment - absolutely nothing at all.Â
He mightâve just died and gone to heaven the very moment he read that dangerous text - finally inviting him to join one of your streams. The ones that heâd always watch in the safety of his bedroom, lights dimmed, pants bunched around his ankles.Â
Cock just achingly hard in his fist while he wished he was with you behind the camera. Getting you off so much better than any sextoy would. Just forcing those pretty moans from your lips - and everyone else could see that. Wish it was them ruining you instead.Â
Alas, it was only a dirty little fantasy.Â
Until now, that is.
slvt4u: Holy shit boyfriend reveal, about time.
uniwhore: THIS is the hottie from Twitter?????Â
itsgenslut: idfc just fuck
âNervous?â you smirk, looking down at the man sprawled so prettily on your bed. âYou look just as close to an aneurysm as you were the first time. Though-â snaking your hand down, â-this is still the same as ever.â
You chuckle at the way Choso catches your lips with his, more to shut up those pathetic little moans threatening to escape him than anything. Because every glance at you in that sinful little pink bra gave Choso a mini heart attack.Â
âB-baby-â he gasps, grinding his clothed erection against your palms. âI wan- hah-â
âMhm?â
And God how youâve ruined Choso - run him so utterly dry of his sanity.
Because heâs angling your head down, piercing cold against your tongue. âSpit.â
It was like that first time had gotten him addicted. So you do - right into his waiting mouth. Jaw dropping at the way he tips his head back, back, back to let it slide so obscenely down his throat. Moaning at just a taste of you, âGod, I need to f-fucking ruin you.â
And if thereâs anything youâve learned after all these months with Choso, itâs that anything he says - he does.
The words have barely left his mouth before heâs pulling your bra off, ripping your panties easily off your hips. Each and every little regret about what a shame it was thrown out the window at the first sight of your pretty pussy.Â
It never gets old - and Choso could never get enough of the sinful sight - your cunt so sloppy and ready for him already.Â
âCho-â you whine as ringed fingertips coming up to circle your sloppy entrance. Cold. Stretching you to insanity. âS-stop teasing.â
âYes, maâam. But first-â shifting you around ever-so-slightly on top of him. âGotta show off how wet yâare fâme.â
uniwhore: did he just call her âmaâamâ?? Me when??
roses101: idk who i wanna be theyâre both so fucking hot ugh
âFuck, yâlook so sexy from this angle. Wonder if the camera thinks so too?â
Your face slightly burns at how he was seemingly taking over your own stream. Smug bastard, you think, glancing down at Choso, red-faced, hair untied, wearing a sly grin as his eyes slide over the flurry of comments. But two can play that game.Â
âCho~â fumbling with the hem of his underwear, âYouâve been holding out on me.â
A gasp leaves you involuntarily as you tug down Chosoâs boxers just enough for his throbbing cock to spring free, hitting his sculpted abdomen. Blushed your favorite shade of pink - to match your bra - so so angry and soaked in precum.Â
He was so intimidatingly long - longer than any of those toys you usually brought on camera. Thick enough that it had you wondering, shit, would you even be able to take it?
âSâthis a-alright?â and for all his previous confidence, Choso sounded self-conscious. Peeking at you through his long lashes.
You grin, pumping a hand up and down his swollen cock, letting his precum drip down your wrist. âSâperfect.â
âGod- fuck, baby. Oh-â Choso lets out breathless little profanities as you straddle his waist, dragging his weeping tip down your swollen folds. So fucking filthy as you sink down in by fucking in. Slowly. âToo- much-â
Apparently too slow because no sooner have you just taken in his fat tip, squeezing and clenching around him, that Chosoâs flipping the both of you over.Â
âMâsorry.â he breathes into your mouth as your back hits the mattress. âMâsorry mâsorry, fuck- just canât-â fingers immediately drawing frenzied little circles on your pulsing clit to take your mind off the dizzying stretch as he bullies his massive cock into your snug cunt. âCanât wait canât wait- waited too fucking long. Want this so badly-â
You felt too good. Too perfect around him.Â
âAh! Hngh- Cho, oh my god. Too- ngh-â you moan, as he starts grinding in shallow, mindless little movements just to fit himself inside. Pushing and pushing, you wondered if he even realized what he was doing.
Sounding like his sanity was dwindling away with each little thrust, âSâtoo big? You can take it. Fuck fuck fuck please. Need this.â Pressing all the way into your lungs. âHow do you wanâ it- how do you wanâ me?â
Honestly, Choso didnât even need to ask, because he just bottoms out - heavy balls smacking against your ass, cock swollen and throbbing inside you - that you think that you just wanted him to ruin you.Â
âR-ruin?â his voice breaks as he repeats - more to himself than you. Oh, shit had you said that out loud? Youâre speechless as Choso throws your legs over his shoulder, dragging his swollen lips lazily across your ankle. âYes maâam.â
Oh. You might as well have just signed off your will.Â
Because then heâs fucking into your sloppy cunt. Unforgiving. A man starved because he was. Jagged, quick thrusts, splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his rock-hard cock.Â
âFuck- fuck fuck fuck-â he pants into your open mouth, finding it so fucking difficult to find any rhythm when your tight cunt was milking him so good. âYou feel so good. So messy. Ya love it like this, huh? Being hngh- watched?â
âHngh-â you buck wildly into his body, reaching up to play coyly with his nipple piercings. Tugging and pulling lightly. âFeels too good- are- ah- are ya sure this is your first time?â
Honestly, it was a wonder Choso didnât cum right then and there.Â
Tojisslvt: need someone to fuck me like this the first time
22sabi: Typing with one hand is so hard.
DaStrongest: i could fuck her so much better than than inexperienced loser
Choso throws his head back in a cruel little laugh at that last comment, something that makes you tingle all the way from your burning cheeks to your stuffed cunt. Clamping down deliciously on Chosoâs unforgiving cock in a way that makes his hips and fingers stutter.Â
âYa think you could fuck her better?â it takes you a second to realize he was talking to the camera and not you. Thrusts getting sloppier, getting familiar. âIâm the one that got her so messy like this.â Purposeful. Calculated. Like he was aiming for that one-
âFuck!â you scream as he hits that magic spot. Once. And then over and over like a man possessed. Just so utterly ruining you the way you knew he could. âCho oh my god- I canât hah- ngh-â
The cold metal of Chosoâs rings dig into your cheek softly as he turns you head to face him. God, this was the stuff of his wildest dreams.
You - teary eyed and looking up at him like such a slut. Pussy getting wetter - tighter - as he teases you in front of the camera. Torn between running away from his relentless cock and bucking up for more more more-
 âFuck no no no- Keep your legs open, baby. Donât hah- run away from me.â his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. âDonât- need this. Need this so ba- shit.âÂ
And he sounded so genuinely worried heâd lose the feeling of your heady cunt. Fingers bruising on your hips as he pulls you closer. Like he was trying to fuck out any and every shred of shyness out of your body.Â
slvt4u: Always the quiet ones.
DaStrongest: heh, fuck off. iâd make her cum so much harder.
Now, Choso was fucking you like he had a point to prove, and it was probably the only reason he hadnât passed out from how good your pussy felt wrapped around him.Â
Both of you were barely-lucid at this point - and he was out of control now.
Pussy drunk thoughts unfiltered, âNo oneâs ever d-done this- got me hah- feeling like this.â And you had the distinct feeling he just beat you to your original goal, letting out sweet little babbles into your open mouth - though his hips were anything but.Â
So hard that you were sure the creases of your sheets would leave marks for tomorrow - along with his balls on your ass, your ankles on his shoulders, lips searing against yours. It was like he wanted to prove something - to prove he was good enough to- the viewers? To you?Â
Knowing your body well enough to hit that one spot over and over until you were sobbing. Fingers erratic on your clit.Â
âCho-â you squeal, tears springing to your eyes as he only gets sloppier. âI-Iâm gonna-â
âCum?â he breathes, as if he couldnât believe it. And fuck if you werenât the gates of heaven spread wide open for him then he didnât know what was. âFucking cum. Please please- hah- fâme. Cum on mâcock nâ make them jealous. Fâme- Like youâre mine.â
You barely even realize when you are. Jaw slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you see stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. God, he was gonna have to go home and rewatch this stream all over again.Â
âNgh- mâcumming mâcumming oh-â
Not even realizing the way youâre dragging your nails down Chosoâs sculpted back. Marking up his milky skin - and he lets you.Â
Loved it in fact- the way he loved you.Â
Your eyes go wide, and Choso knows heâs fucked up. Realizing with a jolt that words were tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. But itâs the way you squeeze him tighter- giving him such a gorgeous little fucked-out smile that sends him over the edge.
Sharp canines digging into the crook of your neck like he wanted to break skin, holding himself back from breaking you while he cums and cums so hard it hurt. Over and over-
âLove you- love you love you love you-â heâs muttering into the skin, unbarred. âSince I first saw hah- you. Wanted this more than fuck fuck- air that I breathe.â
His seed was oozing out of you now, painting your ravaged pussy white, dribbling down your legs. So fucking full and debauched. Thick, hot globs that were sure to stain those overpriced new sheets. But did Choso care for the mess? Not at all.Â
Because you were holding him so impossibly tight, pushing away the strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Whispering little praises as he fucks you through his first time. Close. Warm. Everything he ever dreamed of.
âSâeverything I ever dreamed of, too, Cho.â
And he knows heâs won.Â
urfavslvt: Proudest nut. Want more.
uniwhore: does this mean couples content??? Pls say yes plsplspls
DaStrongest: invite me next time <3
âThought you were embarrassed.â he licks soothingly over the bite. Voice shot, piercing smooth against his tongue. Embarrassing little confessions leaving him with each spark of electricity running through his veins. âThought you didnât stream wâme cuz of that- but shit. Dreamed of this fâso long. So long-â
Oh?
âHey, Cho.â your voice rings through his hazy mind. Just enough for Choso to raise his head and meet your intoxicating, sultry gaze. Giving a sly, sidelong glance at the still-blinking camera.Â
âMhm?â
âWanna film a weekâs worth of âmoviesâ in advance?â
---
Sukuna (do not answer): Oi shitty nephew, where r u Jin made me come over with (half) leftovers.
You: Sorry, not home. At the movies rn.
Sukuna (do not answer): When tf do u go to movies??Â
You: Since now, on a date. You probably canât relate.
Sukuna (do not answer): Stfu nâ stop lying, a date with who? Ur body pillow?? Not like u had the balls to ask out that pretty lilâ camgirl anyway.
Haha
Right?Â
You: *girlfriend
Sukuna (do not answer): Huh?
You: Girlfriend.
Sukuna (do not answer): THE FUCKINâ PICK-UP LINE WORKED??
A/N. This came out a LOT longer than expected.Â
Plagiarism not authorized.
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do you believe me now? | 7
in which spencer reid and inexperienced!fem reader sleep together for the first time
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18+ (smut) warnings/tags: loss of virginity, oral f/m receiving, so much praise, pain during sex, unprotected sex, cr**mp**, bit of overstim, soft dom spence, if u don't like that freak shit (love and intimacy) this is not for u, spencer is a nerd, they're both nerds actually and that factors in heavily, you may get more from this part by FIRST reading how they met in this bonus chapter a/n: thank you all for being patient, ilysm, this was the most laborious thing i've ever done for no reason and also this part changed so many times and is not what i expected it to be so pls go in with tempered expectations and keep in mind that this story is more about the characters and their specific relationship dynamic than just being porn. i truly have no idea how you guys will react to this but i sincerely hope you love it and them like i do<3 also it's twice as long as the other parts so feedback would be very very appreciated! again i love u all and enjoy the penultimate part!
Spencerâs lips are on yours, and you werenât expecting itâhell, you werenât expecting him to be in your apartment. After all, heâd wished you goodnight and walked out only a moment ago.
âSpencerâwhââÂ
But heâs insistent with his lips, kissing you bruisingly over and over like thereâs nectar on your tongue and heâs parched for you. Still, he has enough decency to not completely ignore you, exhaling a quick excuse over your flushed lips.Â
âI missed you.â
This time, though, you dodge his hungry kiss. Part of you thinks, as he watches you, eyes alight and breathing heavily, that he sort of likes your playing hard to get. Itâs not something you do very often, admittedly.Â
âWeâve been apart for like, maybe a minute.â
âI didnât even make it to the parking lot.â
Your face heats. Â
âWell you canât justâyou canât just walk in like that! And I thought you said we werenât supposed to mix fighting with pleasure.â
âThen start locking your door. And I thought you said we werenât fighting.â
You roll your eyes in response, though your heart is still pittering in your chest.Â
At least his hands move to your arms, stroking up and down relatively chastelyâalthough he has this way of making everything seem intimate. Especially when paired with those amber eyes of hisâglowing like a candlelight beacon in the window guiding you home. He speaks in low, appeasing tones and darts his tongue over his lips.Â
âI originally said itâs a bad idea for couples to sleep together after an argument. But you knowâmakeup sex is ubiquitous across culture and time because it works. Anger and arousal trigger a lot of the same hormones, specifically norepinephrine which is involved in feelings of longing andââ
âSpencer.â
âYou know what else?â He mutters in a way that feels dangerous. âIt tends to feel better than regular sex.â
That earns a shaky exhale from you. Whether from irritation or arousal is anyoneâs guessâprobably a combination of both.Â
âSo you came back to fuck me?â
Itâs probably evident to Spencer from your choice of language that this already isnât going exactly as heâd planned. He doesnât answer right awayâjust regards you, gaze bouncing between your two eyes like heâs trying to calculate your level of anger.Â
âIs that what weâre calling it now?â
You push him away and move to walk down the hall.Â
âMaybe your window of opportunity has passed.â
A warm hand wraps around your wrist in the dark of the hallway and he pulls you back until youâre falling against something tall and warm and lean. The smell of polished amber and sandalwood overwhelms your senses.Â
âWhatâs wrong, angel? What happened in the minute I was gone to change your mind?â His voice is scratchy like a favorite record. Itâs the voice he could hold you captive with. The one you have a very difficult time saying no to.Â
âI donât know,â you mutter, unintentionally leaning back against him. âWhat happened to change yours?â
His response comes pressed against your ear, half-lost in your hair.Â
âYouâre upset that I changed my mind. I thought you wanted this, honey.â
âI do,â you admit, letting your head fall back against his shoulder and bringing his arm to wrap around you. âAnd if you hadnât walked out earlier I wouldâve done it. But⌠Iâm tired of us doing everything on your timeline. You just⌠you expect me to be amenable to what you want, constantly.â His nose and lips press into your shoulder.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âLike⌠Iâve been begging you to sleep with me for I donât even know how long. And you keep changing your mind, and I feel like youâre being really confusing about it. Obviously you donât have to sleep with me, you never did, but I just feel kind of⌠jerked around. And you did it again tonight.â
A beat of silence.Â
âI understand your frustration,â he appeases, securing both his arms around you. You cling weakly to his wrist, to his warmth, like heâs a tether in a storm. âWould you prefer to wait until you initiate it?â
âNo. Yes! I donât know,â you huff, disentangling yourself from his arms and continuing toward your bedroom. âNow Iâm annoyed at you again.â
He follows you right through the door.Â
âJust tell me what to do! I donât want to be annoying.â
âI canât. Iâm being unreasonable.â You flick on your adjoining bathroom light and examine yourself in the mirror. Yeesh. The eye makeup situation is abysmal after all the crying that has taken place over the course of the evening.Â
âSo choose to be reasonable and tell me what you want from me. Iâll give it to you.â
You frown at your reflection, pushing your hair back and rubbing at some excess mascara.Â
âNo, youâre not understanding me. Iâm not choosing to be unreasonable. My thought process regarding the situation is inherently unreasonable and thereâs nothing I can do about it because itâs just the way I feel.â
âThe feeling being that Iâve been too domineering over how our sexual relationship has unfolded?â
Spencer watches you in the bathroom mirror, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed as you tip some makeup remover onto a reusable cotton pad. You try not to check him out as you nod, but itâs impossibleâwith his sleeves rolled up to show defined forearms cradled in capable hands, and his hair all messy.Â
When he pushes off the wall you freeze, unsure of his next moveâuntil heâs gently spinning you around and taking the bottle and cloth from your hands.Â
âMaybe it would help,â he begins, soft as he focuses on the new task, carefully bringing the round to your right eye so he can remove the bleeding mascara. You allow your eyes to flutter shut. âIf I remind you why Iâve been so hesitant.â
âBecause you hate giving me joy.â
He laughs, nothing more than one huff from his nose.Â
âYouâre spoiled and we both know it.â
Point taken, as he gently wipes your makeup away for you. Your silence is his cue to continue.Â
âEverything I said about worrying that you would regret choosing me is true. It was especially true when I thought you felt lukewarm toward me. And all of that confusing stuff I said in the phone is true tooâhaving sex for the first time is incredibly intimate and weird and sometimes scary. If youâre not 100% sure about your partner, or if you think your feelings are unrequited, itâs hard to be completely comfortable in such a vulnerable situation and your likelihood of getting hurt or having regrets skyrockets. I know that from experience. I wanted better for you than what I got. Still, I know it was wrong to project my feelings about the significance of sex onto you. In that regard, youâre right. I was being domineering, and I guess⌠I guess to an extent Iâm still deflecting. I shouldnât be trying to pretend like itâs about you when in reality I mostly just didnât want to get hurt again. I didnât want to go through that again, and thatâs okay, but I shouldnât have made you feel like it was something you could have changed.â
You try to process that.Â
âGo through what?â You whisper hoarsely. Something about having him at such close range while he takes such care with you feels whisper-y.Â
âSleeping with someone who didnât love me back.â
Your reply is small.Â
âOh. Right.â
How could anyone not love him back?
Spencerâs reply is simple and kind, without a hint of, obviously you dumb bitchâwhich is pretty much what youâre thinking to yourself.Â
âDoes that make sense, lovely? Do you understand why I wanted to wait?â
He lets you ponder for a while in comfortable-enough silence as he finishes removing your eye makeup with a characteristically gentle hand. When you open your eyes, he looks genuinely content, screwing the lid back on the bottle as if heâs got an eternity to wait for your answer.Â
âYeah. That part makes sense. But why did you seem so⌠I donât know, like, wishy-washy about it?â
Spencerâs eyes dart up to meet yours, brows slightly raised. Then a small laugh bubbles up from somewhere inside him.Â
âBecause Iâm obsessed with you. I thought about you like that constantly. I still do.â
Your breath catches at the casual admission.Â
âOh.â
Spencer hums, setting the bottle down before tenderly thumbing away some excess mascara that he must have missed from under your eye.Â
âYou didnât think it was easy for me, did you?â
âWell⌠kind of,â you admit, tracking his eyes until they meet yours.Â
âNot sleeping with you has been among the hardest things Iâve ever done. Especially when you started begging me. That first time, when I picked you up from Penelopeâs and you asked me why we hadnât had sex yetâŚâ
He trails off, still rubbing at your cheek as he loses himself in thought.Â
Eventually, you grow impatient, prompting, âwhat?â
âItâs not a nice thought.â
âWell, you have to tell me now,â you insist.Â
He half smiles, thumb straying to your lips.Â
âIt was just⌠you had no idea what you were talking about, and you were ready to throw a tantrum in my living room until I gave you what you thought you wanted. Part of me was imagining bending you over the couch right then, since you thought you were so ready.â
It feels like someone has snipped the pulley that keeps your stomach in place.Â
âSpencer,â you splutter, convinced your cheek is tangibly heating under his touch as your head reels at the revelation that he could have such a deeply dirty and mildly sinister mind.Â
âI told you it wasnât nice.â
You swallow.Â
âIs that⌠is that still what you want?â
His brows flicker again and he tucks hair behind your ear.Â
âTo bend you over my couch? No.â
Your face warms even more and you turn to leave the bathroom, sick of his teasing.Â
âOkay, goodniââ
âHold on.â Spencer catches you by your waist and pulls you back into him for the second time tonight. A dangerous smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. âI know what you meant. And no, I donât want to bend you over my couch.â He laughs, slipping a hand under your shirt to rub your back. âYou know what I want. Iâm more interested in learning what you want.â
âI wantâŚâ Your eyes dance between his, and your heart flutters against the confines of your chest as you realize what youâve wanted for so long is finally yours for the taking. âI want to stop talking about it.â
His expression neutralizes and you know itâs probably intentional to stop whatever feelings you assume him to be having color your decision.Â
âOh?â
âI just think weâve talked about it enough.â
Before he can say another word, or ask you another question, you kiss him with such passion thereâs no way he can doubt how much you want this.Â
Only a moment passes before he allows himself to lean into it, cupping your face between reverent hands and taking control of the pace of the kiss, slowing it down until you can hardly breathe. Your little noise of want has him quickening the process, pressing against you until youâre walking backward out of the bathroom. Itâs like the first crack in a dam. After that, everything becomes inevitable.Â
Your knees hit the back of the bed and you sit down hard on the mattress, smiling up at him. You skim the front of his thighs with your palms as he smooths your hair.
Spencer groans, leaning down and kissing you til youâre on your back.Â
âDonât make that face.â
An affronted huff from you breaks the kiss up and he pulls back to study your expression.Â
âWhat do you mean donât make that face? I was just smiling at you.â
âI know you were. And you have such a pretty smile it makes me feel guilty aboutâŚÂ defiling you.â
Your brows flicker up and your mouth drops open with an affronted scoff.
âWatch yourself. Iâll defile you.â
âYou already have,â he admits with a half-laugh as he kisses you again. âMy mind was never this dirty before we met.â
âHm. Tell me you like my smile.â
He pauses and then chuckles dryly against your mouth.Â
âI love your smile. Youâre gorgeous. Any more demands?â
Pleased, you shake your head and pull him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist.Â
âNot currently.â
âReally?â he murmurs, trailing kisses over your cheek and down your jaw, âIâd do just about anything you asked me right now. You donât want to take advantage of that?â
The sensation of his lips just below your ear threatens all rational thought in your brain, but you manage a reply with only a slight delay and a hint of a waver coloring your tone.Â
âI shouldnât have to demand things. You should just know to do them.â
His kisses drag lower, warm and unhurried and youâre trying not to let your hyper-sensitivity from going a week completely untouched showâbut you doubt he misses the way your breath catches, or the barely audible squeaks, or the arch of your back or the tightening grip on his shirt.Â
âWell, for future referenceââ he nips at a sensitive spot and you gasp quietly, even as you tilt your head to offer him more access. More room to bite, if he so chooses. ââI happen to enjoy it when you make demands of me. Especially when those demands entail letting me call you pretty.â
âIâve never not let you call me pretty before,â you huff. Itâs a touchy subject, and Spencer can probably sense your hackles rising, but he has you right where he wants you and so he pushes anyway.Â
âNo. But you never believe me. Weâve had this conversation. You always act like Iâm walking you to the gallows when I compliment you.âÂ
Itâs hard to make a defense when heâs leaning his weight onto one arm so he can unbutton your jeans, when heâs looking down at you with sparkling onyx and scorched-earth eyes like youâre something to be consumed. But not violently, noâardently. Like fruit heavy on the vine. Like youâre a religious rite to the devout and deluded. A sacrament.
But itâs not a blind passion. Spencer knows you; every inch of you and every loose thread on your soul begging to be pulled. He knows you and he still wants you like this. To be perfectly honest, youâd never thought youâd feel comfortable handing yourself over to someone like thisâvulnerable and all your layers of armor shed. Never in your life would you have thought you could trust a person so implicitly that youâd hand them a knife and show them exactly where to press, that youâd say, I know once you open me and you see me youâll not want to change a thing.
You adore him. Cosmically. Enormously. In every dimension. Heâs lodged so deep in your heart you have no choice but to love him eternally.Â
Itâs deep in the midst of all these very profound revelations that you realize Spencer has stalled with your zipper undone. His hand has strayed to your hip, to sweetly push your shirt up and trace love letters into warmed and downy skin with his thumb.Â
âI just wish you could see yourself how I see you,â he says softly, the weight of the truth a strain on his vocal cords.Â
Sometimes, he is so kind itâs like a punch to your stomach. Youâve never been quite as kind as him. And nobodyâs ever been as kind to you as he is. Youâve done nothing to deserve his kindness, but you know he needs a place for it, and youâre here with open arms.Â
He studies you a moment longer, swallowing as his eyes trail over your face and lower. You want to reach out and brush strands of caramel hair out of his face, but he seems to be thinking so hard youâre hesitant to distract him.Â
âIâve never told you this, because I know youâd just shoot it down, but⌠you are genuinely the most beautiful girl Iâve ever met in my life.â
Something twinges in the depths of your stomachâthe darker shades who live there and exist solely to whisper not enough not enough not enough to you every minute of every day.Â
But theyâre simply not a match for the softness you find when you do reach out for his hair, or the way he looks at you. Spencer loosely wraps his fingers around your wristânot a cuff, but an affectionate hold.Â
âDo you believe me?â
Thereâs so much earnest hope in his voice it almost jars you. He so badly wants you to understand how feels about youâheâs been trying to tell you for months and all you know how to do is refute his praise and insist on your worthlessness.Â
Ever since Spencer, you donât see the faces on magazine covers or in superhero movies, no matter how mathematically flawless they are. Nobody gets close to being as beautiful as he is in your eyes. Heâs in an entirely different echelon, and despite how you feel about yourself, you have to accept that he might feel the same about you.Â
âI do,â you say, equally soft, and 100% honest. You believe that he believes it, and thatâs enough. Itâs all that matters.Â
The shallow knit of his brow loosens. His lips ease into a suggestion of a smile. But itâs most visible in his eyesâthe way smoldering coals reignite, melting the amber glass of his irises until theyâre molten.Â
The way he kisses you then, youâd think youâd lassoed the moon and pulled it down from the sky for him. But apparently all it takes to make him incandescently, contagiously happy, is to accept a compliment.
Thereâs a renewed sense of urgency on his breath as he kisses you deeply and quick enough your heart is racing. It only goes faster when he remembers his previous task and begins tugging your jeans down, but he doesnât even bother to pull them past your knees before his hand is creeping up your thigh. Goosebumps race each other across your body as you try to remember what it feels likeâwhat he feels like. But you canât, even as his thumb fans over your inner thigh and pushes it open, gently encouraging you to give him more access to you.Â
âYouâre not wasting any time,â you breathe against him while he traces the edge of your underwear.
âDo you want me to slow down?â
Judging by the way the tips of his fingers only barely shy away from the fabric, he really wants the answer to be no. But you know in his searching gaze that heâd never push you.Â
âNo, itâs fine. As long as we⌠donât go this fast the whole time.â
âWe wonât.â The hasty words are of lower priority than the next kiss he plants to your swollen lips. âWe wonât. I just missed you so much.â
âYeah?â You giggle airily as he drags his fingers over your clit through the material, trying to ignore the way it makes your head spin.Â
âYes. Yeah.â
Youâre not sure youâve ever seen him like this, soâŚÂ desperate for you, as he drops his lips to your neck and presses barely-there kisses everywhere he knows youâre sensitive. Just the feeling of his breath against your skin has you shivering. His hand between your legs only brushes your most nerve-dense spot, but a few touches in and youâre already wound up, like if Spencer doesnât give you more soon youâll burst. And not in the good way.Â
When he finally commits to actually kissing your neck, you squeak, warmth emanating from that spot just below your jaw all the way to your toes. The frantic energy of earlier is slowly melting away, and he loses focus with his hand, as it begins straying wider, stroking your hip, your inner thigh, your stomach. Itâs like your nerve endings are on overdrive, delivering twice as much feedback to your brain as they normally would. Each touch feels like heâs conducting electricity over your body, like youâre a plasma ball. Heâd probably like that analogyâyou, a core of alternating voltage, and him, the conductor, tracing a path and giving all those electrons an easy release. If you werenât so distracted, youâd tell Spencer you found a way to work Nikola Tesla into your mutual sex life, and heâd probably propose on the spot.Â
But that electricity is building fastâeven more so when he drags his lips down just above your collarbone. Your breath hitches, simultaneously trying to crane your neck to give him more room, and curl into him so as to escape the stimulation. Finally he pulls away, and losing the softness of his mouth while the air feels so cold against the places heâd kissed almost hurts.Â
âYouâre a mess,â he chuckles affectionately, raising his hand to brush hair away from your face before stroking the heated high point of your cheek. âWhat am I going to do with you?â
Itâs teasing, but so low and gentle and honeyed it swirls your stomach.Â
âWhatever you want,â you admit quietly. Itâs a shy confession more than it is a salacious flirtation because he already has you. And you want nothing more than for him to act on that in any way he so pleases. Whatever he does, it will be careful, and kind, and because he loves you. You know that no matter how he takes you apartâheâll put you back together again.Â
âI donât know if IÂ can. Youâre all jumpy.â
God, he has the prettiest smileâeven when itâs twisted with sarcasm and a thin veneer of guilt, like he knows he shouldnât be teasing and just canât help himself.Â
âIâm not,â you defend, face heating further. âIâm not nervous. I donât know what it is.â
That sticky sweet tone is back, pooling in his eyes and dripping all over you like nectar as he languidly looks you over.Â
âI didnât say you were nervous. Just a little bit jumpy.â
Itâs not accusatoryâheâs simply stating a fact. Easy, gentle, designed to soothe.Â
You shrug helplessly and chew on your lip, unsure of how he wants you to respond. Itâs definitely true that excited as you are, youâre slightly on edge. You feel taut as a string on a guitar, tense and waiting to be yanked at any second.Â
His expression is serene, and his thoughts inscrutable as he continues lavishing you with his eyes, down to where heâs lying over you and back up. His lips part, but he doesnât speak for a moment as he formulates his words.Â
âCan we try something? Thereâs this tantric exercise that might help you relax.â
Your brows draw earnestly and you nod up at him, not requiring any convincing even though you have no idea what heâs talking about.Â
Spencer directs you to sit up, and you doâkicking your jeans all the way off so you can sit criss-cross with your hands braced on your ankles.Â
Heâs next to you on the bed, at a slight angle, one of your knees in his lap. You blink at him.Â
âNow what?â
âNow you give me one of your hands,â he says, tone tinted with a hint of an amused smile, as if your impatience is funny to him. Of course it probably is.Â
Frowning only a little, you unlock your left arm and hold it out for him, watching curiously as he takes your one hand between his and flips it palm-up.Â
âDid you know,â Spencer begins, voice low and confidential, âthat the fingertips are the second most sensitive part of the human body?â
âWhatâs the first?â
âLips,â he murmurs, eyes fixed on your hand where heâs brushing the tips of your fingers light enough it almost tickles. âTheyâre both incredibly important for keeping you alive, which is why theyâre one and two. But youâll be particularly sensitive anywhere youâre vulnerable.â His words are trailing off as he brushes his thumb over your palm and to the delicate skin of your wrist. âLike here.â
His knuckles skim up your forearm, to the crook of your elbow.Â
âAnd especially here.â
Youâre fascinated as he traces back down the length of your arm and over your inner-wrist, feather light. Then up once more, with the blunted edges of his nails, and your breath catches. Youâve never noticed how sensitive such an innocuous part of your body could be, but it has your stomach flippingâmore so when he looses a breathy laugh. âYou know, some people are actually able to reach orgasm just by light stimulation to this area.â
Your response is just as airyâyou donât recognize your voice when it comes out like that, hanging in the pitch black between you.Â
âReally?âÂ
An affirmative hum from him, as he lifts your hand and places an intentional kiss over your pulse at the bend of your wrist. Your chest aches and heat is pooling in your stomach as his gently trails them up the delicate skin of your arm. Maybe you should be embarrassed by the reaction youâre havingâafter all, itâs just your arm. But he treats every part of you like it warrants love and attention and intimacy. Even the parts you typically ignore. Certainly parts you never considered to be sexually or romantically relevant. Itâs dizzying. Itâs like magic.Â
âArms up,â Spencer finally directs, just as sweetly as heâs doing everything else, and helps you tug your shirt over your head. Every brush of fabric, every seam against your skin registers more than it normally would. Everything is heightened, and despite your state of undress youâre still warm. âYour neck is really sensitive, too. Itâs the most commonly acknowledged erogenous zone.â
Erogenous zone. Of course this all comes back to biology.Â
âTilt your head for me, honey.â
Utterly entranced and useless to not abide by him, you do so. Spencer brushes your hair over your shoulder, and if the slip of it down your back werenât enough, the graze of his fingertips against the nape of your neck has you shivering.Â
The warmth of him at your throat feels completely brand new, despite having already had his lips there only minutes before. But now they ghost over your skin with a kind of novelty, and your own lips part in silent pleasure, head lolling to allow him greater access.
âLie back.â
Without hesitation (but perhaps a bit sluggishly in your stupor) you obey, sliding down until youâre propped up only by pillows once more. Spencer takes his place propped above you once more, thighs slotted with yours as he quickly picks up where he left off.Â
The sweet kisses are perfect and feel so much better than youâd ever thought to notice beforeâbut at the same time your core aches and thereâs that pressure building again thatâs starting to get to you.Â
âSpencer,â you try, and it comes out hoarse but you donât care at all. âMore.â
âYou want me to leave marks?âÂ
And the offer is so tempting youâll wait a few more minutes to ask for what you really need, nodding semi-frantically and âmhmâ-ing desperately.Â
As he gently latches onto a spot that will require concealer later but feels fantastic for now, one of his hands slips down your side, just barely letting his nails skim, and your back actually arches. Itâs a shocking amount of stimulation for being nowhere near any sexual hotspots. That tiny caught breath dissolves as his fingers continue down just as lightly over your hip and thigh. Your muscles tense as you chase and run away from the feeling. Itâs ridiculous.
Thereâs no point in trying to keep your eyes open nowâthey grow heavy and you let them fall shut as he sucks another love bite to your throat.Â
âFeels good, doesnât it? Itâs kind of weird.â He says, voicing your thoughts as he eventually decides the mark will be sufficiently dark.Â
âYeah,â you agree, lacking all eloquence as he caresses every sensitive place you didnât know you had and your hips writhe minutely in a little desperate dance of your own creation.Â
âMost people arenât aware of the potential of the erogenous zones that arenât actual sex organs. They donât pay attention to them. You know what else is an interesting function of erotic stimulation to areas that arenât directly involved in reproduction?â
âHm,â you hum as his hand skims to your back. You lean into it and he promptly undoes your bra with a single handâa skill youâre not even sure you have.Â
âIt releases not quite as much oxytocin as an orgasm but more than sexual pleasure alone. So youâre less tense before sex than you usually would be, and youâre primed to build more trust and feel more connected with your partner during.â
God, heâs a nerd. And itâs so, so hot.Â
You roll over on your back again and look up at him through half-lidded eyes. The corner of his mouth flickers as he takes in your expression, before trailing downward, following the path his fingertips make over your skin as they tug the straps over your shoulders. Trying to stop him, to be shy, would be a pointless venture. Heâs seen you like this and you want him to see you again.Â
A shaky exhale of his own brings a little smile to your face as he pulls your bra away and observes the newly bared skin with a hunger that you can feel.Â
âI missed you,â he murmurs, eyes cast pointedly down and thumb brushing over the side of your right breast.Â
âYou mentioned.â
âIâm not allowed to say it again?â He teases, leaning down to kiss you soft. Your lips curve against his.Â
âYou can say it as many times as you want.â
Spencer hums, finally thumbing over your breastâs sensitive peak. It sends a chill down your back and seeing as youâre already worked up to the point of near insanity, the pleasure from such a simple touch is much stronger than it would be otherwise.Â
âGood. Because I missed you a lot.â
After that, he doesnât waste much timeâonly toying with your flesh for another minute as he kisses you before his hand is skimming down your abdomen and dipping below the waistband of your underwear.Â
âPlease,â you whisper, tilting your hips toward him when he doesnât move to touch you anymore.Â
âPlease what?â
âSpencer, donât.â
He smiles at this, pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth as his hand travels lower. Fingers slip between wet folds and he begins making the lightest of circles over your clit.Â
âYouâve probably been waiting long enough, huh? I should be nicer.â
Your answer is a breathy almost-whine as you seek more friction against his hand.Â
âYeah.â
âYeah,â he agrees, pressing down harder. The sensation sends sparks down to your toes and you attempt to clamp your legs shut around his wrist. âThese need to stay open,â Spencer chuckles, âor else I canât help you.â
âSorry.â
âDonât apologize.â The words are a sweet sing-song against your cheek as he kisses you there, before hooking his fingers into the fabric of your underwear and pulling down. You try to help wiggle out of them as best you can, gasping when he tosses them away and immediately returns his hand between your legs. He dips his head down, tongue lathing over your breast, and teases you with the tip of one finger circling around your entrance.Â
âI needââ
âShh. Let me worry about it.â
With that, heâs dipping his ring and middle fingers just barely inside of you to the first knuckle, then back out, before pushing a bit deeper, and repeating the cycle until theyâre as far as theyâll go. When he slowly starts fucking you with them, still mouthing sweetly at your breast, youâre ready to melt.Â
The room is quiet except for your breathy mewls, the lewd, wet sound of his fingers inside of you, and the blood rushing in your ears. Soon your breast pops from between his lips and he finds somewhere else to leave his mark. Spencer is turning you into a work of art, with his fingers, with his mouth. You donât mind at all. Youâd let him sign his name, if he couldâbut you doubt heâd let you get his name tattooed.Â
Soon you stop fighting the perpetual tug of your lids down and let them flutter shut, loosing a freer moan as he brushes over that sweet spot inside you. Even when heâd told you how to find it over the phone, it wasnât the same. It wasnât like thisâmaddening enough to have your hips twisting again and that hot bed of coals in your tummy sparking.Â
âSpencer,â you warn, leg twitching as he stokes the fire beyond the point where you can passively enjoy it. Either heâs got to slow down or heâs got to let you burn all the way up. You practically jump when you feel his tongue flick over your clitâyou hadnât even been aware of his shifting positions. Maybe youâre more out of it than youâd previously thought. Your eyes shoot open and he does it again. âOh, fuck.â
The words are simple, quiet, and apparently thatâs not enough. Before you can even process the sensation of the tip of his tongue on you heâs latching onto your clit, suckling in a way that has your vision momentarily going out. You cry out and kick involuntarily, hips jumping up, but he captures your leg and presses you down into the mattress so no matter how much you squirm and squeak you canât get away.Â
âFuckfuckfuck, Spencer I waâahâsnât readyâoh my god.â
He remembers his fingers deep inside you and begins rutting them and you hiss, inhaling sharply through your teeth before letting it all out in a tremulous moan. The orgasm is building up so quickly it almost feels like an attack on your poor body as you try to process it all to no avail. Every sound you make is a vulnerable mess of pleasure and pain, a clear fear of surrendering to something inevitable. Of course, it doesnât really hurt at all. As usual, heâs blindsided you. Found you unprepared. You rake your fingers through Spencerâs hair, continuing on with your shaky moans that sound half-worried.Â
âOh, please.â Really, youâre just pleading to be put out of your misery. Itâs in moments like this, as the black is creeping in around the edges of your vision and your thoughts become threads in the tangle of an existence knotting in on itself with no discernible end or beginning in your mind until everything is completely abstract, that youâre reminded why the French refer to orgasm as the little death. Â
Your fingers lace tight enough in the wilds of his hair to pull, and he groans against you, and those vibrations are your undoing. You succumb to the dark momentarily but he continues a loving assault of gentle kisses to your clitâcareful enough so as to be inoffensive even after the euphoria abates and youâre hypersensitive, still relishing soft strands of hair between your knuckles.Â
Youâre breathing hard as you blink your vision back, looking down at him as he looks up at you from his place between your legs and rubs the top of your thigh.
âI wasnât ready,â you pant, lips flashing into a tired smile that doesnât hold a candle to his own livelier one.Â
âTook it like a champ.â
If you werenât already so warm his sarcastic comment would inspire more heat in the apples of your cheeks.Â
âDr. Spencer Reid using sports idioms?â You smile as he climbs back up your body.Â
âItâs unreasonably sexy that you said idiom and not simile.â He kisses you, grin mirroring yours, and you donât complain about the slick still on his lips. âAnd look at that. Not afraid to kiss me when I taste like you anymore.â
âI remember what you said,â you whisper, eyes bouncing between his, glowing amber pools in the low light. The words echo in your head from the first time heâd gone down on you and youâd been hesitant to taste yourself.Â
One day, Iâll make you come just like that again, and then Iâm going to fuck you, and youâre really going to want me to kiss you then, angel.
âSo do I,â he points out needlessly. âEerily prophetic, hm?â
âI think you just like going down on me,â you laugh.Â
Without the light on, his smile is just as brilliant as usual. Â
âYou might be right about that.â
Another interlude of quiet begins, but you donât mind it. Taking this slow, as desperate as youâve been for it, feels nice. Easy. Waves of burning need ebb and flow, but for now, it feels nice to be bathed in his candlelight gaze, know youâre loved, and nothing else.Â
âWhat next?â You whisper after a long moment, lifting your hand to trace the line of his jaw. He leans into it slightly, lips brushing your palm.Â
âThatâs up to you, angel. Whatâs going to make you feel most comfortable?âÂ
Your bottom lip rolls between your teeth as you think and he tracks the movement, corner of his mouth twitching fondly.Â
âIt might help if you werenât fully clothed.â
âI think we could probably do something about that.â
He pecks the tip of your nose playfully and then heâs pushing off the bed. Your brow wrinkles as you follow suit only partially, sitting up with your legs folded under you and pulling the sheets over your body to combat the chill and the vulnerability of being completely naked.Â
âOh, my god. You had your shoes on that whole time?â
âI got distracted,â Spencer defends, almost tripping over himself in his hurry to slip the loafers off.Â
You clutch the sheet to your chest, watching the adorable way he pushes his hair out of his face as he rushes. Heâs so clearly excitedâit shows in the flush of his cheek and his even worse than usual coordination.Â
âBut on my bed?â
âIâm sorry,â he says without seeming very apologetic, leaning down to catch your chin between his thumb and forefinger and pressing his lips to yours. âIâll pay to have your comforter dry cleaned. Iâll buy you a new one. I donât care.â
âHow chivalrous.â
âIÂ am,â he insists against your lips, shaped by what is surely a boyish smirk.Â
Unsurprisingly, you get lost in the kiss, dropping the sheet to hang onto his shoulders. Spencer takes advantage of the once-more revealed skin, rubbing your thigh with slow passes in a way that has you all lit up again already. It doesnât help that his tie is skimming right over the recess between your folded thighs as he leans over your seated form, kissing you deeper as the moments pass.Â
âYouâre distracting me now,â you scold, but your voice is quiet and smiley as your noses brush.Â
âDo you want to help me with my clothes?â
You nod, heart hatching like a cocoon and already slipping a finger into the knot of his tie so you can tug perhaps not gently enough. He chuckles, bracing himself with his fists on either side of your lap as you pull and yank until the fabric comes loose and you slip it from around his neck, flinging it blindly for dramatic effect. Then he slowly draws back to his full height, until youâre about eye-level with his chest. His gaze fixes on you, feverish and intent as he finds the buckle of his belt without looking. The slide of leather on leather, the jingle of the metal has the hairs on the back of your neck rising and you fight a chill as he pins you with his stareâfeeling rather powerless as he towers over you, still essentially fully clothed while youâre completely naked.Â
You probably shouldnât be as thrilled by it as you are.Â
Spencer tosses the belt on the floor and watches on, utterly charmed as you rise to your knees. His hands find your waist, steadying you as you begin unbuttoning his shirt with slow, careful fingers.Â
âSee?â You murmur bashfully. âHelping.â
His voice is equally as soft.Â
âVery helpful. Thank you.â
The tension in the quiet room gets to be too much and you have to focus hard on the task at hand, failing to bite back a twisty smile. For once, he keeps his stupid perfect mouth shut and lets you push the fabric of his open shirt from his shoulders in humid silence.Â
Your fingers skate down his torso and you watch the muscles tense. You wonder if he notices the way he pulls you slightly closer or if itâs subconscious as you both track the path of your hands.Â
âYour button is on the wrong side,â you note, voice wavering slightly, once your fingers stall at the waistband of his pants.
Spencer chuckles. You feel silly.Â
âMen and womenâs clothing tend to have the buttons on different sides, if thatâs what you mean.â
âOh.â A beat of silence, before the words come pouring out. âIâm sorry, I donât know why I said that. Iâm still a little bit nervous, I think.â
âThatâs okay,â Spencer assures you, hands gliding up and down the soft lines of your waist. âItâs okay that youâre nervous. But Iâm going to take really good care of you, okay?â
You nod, not looking away from the exposed skin of his torso.Â
âAnd if at any point you need to take a break or stop, youâll tell me.â
âI will, but⌠I donât need to stop right now.â
âThen you can go as slow as you want.â
You swallow and take a moment to gather yourself before continuing on undoing his pants. With his assistance, you pull them down, and with them his boxers tug an inch or two lower, exposing a subtle v-shape before it disappears beneath the waistband. The fabric is obviously tented. A ball of nervous anticipation spins faster in your stomach, drawing all the heat in your body down between your legs. Heâs pretty everywhere. Youâd nearly forgotten.Â
Spencerâs stomach tenses under your light touch as you drag your fingers down, down, just to the waistband. Itâs then that you look up at him for permission to continue, and find his eyes already on you, heated and intense.Â
âGo ahead, honey.â
Again you find yourself quite excited to touch him, but you start cautiously, simply letting your hand fall over the shape of him through the fabric. Even that has his chest rising and falling at a slightly quickened rate, and one of his hands finds your unoccupied one, twining them together. That small gesture inspires you to bolden your explorations, becoming more insistent in the way you palm at him. He feels big, which is a concern of yours. But you try not to let that intimidate you. Â
Already heâs quite hard, you suspect from going down on you earlier (which is flattering as much as it embarrasses you) and your fingers graze a small wet patch of fabric. You fixate on the shaky little breath he releases as you push down his boxers with new fervor, and his cock springs up.Â
Heâs still perfect.Â
You smear beads of precum down his tip, and he sighs, letting his head fall against yours as you both watch. A few coquettish pumps and heâs humming, kissing your face and dragging his lips down your neck where he makes a home for himself. Apparently the sight of your hand wrapped around him had been too much to bear.Â
âSo good. Missed this.â
âItâs just my hand,â you whisper, a little insecure that heâs maybe playing it up for your benefit.Â
âItâs you.â
His voice is so breathy, you sort of have to believe him.Â
âCan IâŚ?â
Too nervous to voice what you really mean, you trail off, but it apparently doesnât matter to Spencer. He lifts his head like heâs in a stupor but youâve said something urgent.Â
âAnything you want. You can do whatever you want.â
âOkay. UmâŚâ
You let go of his hand (and his dick). Spencer automatically rotates to accommodate you as you end up on your knees on the wooden floor in front of him.Â
âThis is what you want?â He breathes, already pushing his fingers through your hair and gathering it back as you look up at him and nod.Â
Very quickly you have him back in your hand, trying to remember what you learned from the few times youâve done this. You start perhaps a bit softer, less eager to prove yourself than you have in the pastâsimply dragging him over your tongue before enveloping his tip in your mouth, and releasing with a pop. Despite being overtly, explicitly, and undeniably sexual, thereâs something almost chaste about the way you handle him. Itâs a (dirty) expression of love, and you think he understands that as he rubs at your cheek affectionately.Â
Eventually, however, you get too excited, and you take him into your mouth in earnest, bobbing your head slowly and seeing how much of him you can take without gagging.Â
Spencer makes the prettiest noisesâtheyâre breathy, and not ostentatious, but heâs got such a nice speaking voice itâs like his gasps are bars in a song. You whine around him, wriggling your hips in a rather pathetic display, and then all too quickly heâs tugging your hair so you canât keep him in your mouth.Â
âWhat?â You ask, closer to pouting than youâd care to admit and voice slightly hoarse. âYou said I could do anything I want.â
âNot if youâre that good at it. Come here.â
He helps you up and catches you in a deep, messy kiss before youâve fully regained your footing, swaying against him, but he holds you fast, pulling away slow like strings of honey trail between your mouths.Â
Spencerâs eyes are fixed on yours, lips parted in a sort of wonder before he glances down to your own mouth, wiping the shine from your bottom lip. Any moment youâre expecting him to say something, to tell you youâre beautiful or perfect or that heâs in love with youâbut instead he just meets your eyes again, that same wonder-struck look on his pretty face. A tiny, breathy laugh forces itself from his chest like youâre a genuine miracle.Â
You feel so observedâseen in a way youâve never been seen, looked at closer than anyone has ever looked at you before. And he still looks at you like youâre the human embodiment of love, the closest mortal manifestation of the divine, Galatea come down from her marble pedestal. The way he looks at you has your heart pounding and your breathing hastened. Adoration has never been something so physical, so tangible, ever before in your life. Your blood hums at the frequency of his electromagnetic fieldâan energetic aura that surrounds each person and can be detected from several feet away, as heâd explained it to you. It originates from the heart and if you spend enough time close to  someone, syncs up the beating of your most vital organ with theirs until itâs a perfect match. Maybe thatâs why, almost as quickly as your heart had begun to pound, it slows again, and you feel any reservation flush from your body like a fever.Â
âOkay,â you breathe, cataloguing every angle and curve of his face to store with all the rest, all the moments that feel important. Of course, youâll never remember them like he does yours. But youâll be damned if you donât try your hardest.Â
âOkay?â Spencer asks. He understands the confirmation for what it is, and searches for signs of hesitation on your face while rubbing reassuring circles into your hip. You nod resolutely.Â
As he lays you down on your bed, it feels like youâre entering some kind of altered state. Everything is muted and glowing with a watercolor aura in the dark and you really only care about the man on top of you and the way moonlight dances on his skin and the way he smells like smoky amber and rain. He makes sure the pillows are fluffed under you, before sweeping your hair from beneath your shoulders into a corona around your head. All the while his eyes are so soft on you, just like his hands, and his lips when he leans down to touch them to yours.Â
One of said hands finds its way to your jaw, trailing down over your neck and collarbone, before settling over your breast where he swipes a thumb over your nipple, lightly, slowly, several times.Â
Once again youâre struck with the odd feeling, even with his hand on you like this, that the situation isnât sexual in the way youâd anticipated. Itâs not pornographic, or even very dirty. Everything Spencer does, even as his hand sneaks down between your legs, he does because he loves you.Â
âOne more like this,â he mutters against your jaw after a moment.Â
âWhy?â
Your impatience yields a smile you can only feel against your skin.Â
âJust want you relaxed and feeling good. Thatâs all.â
When you assent, his fingers are already slowly pushing inside you.Â
It seems youâve entered some sort of time warp as well, because you reach a gentle peak in what feels like record time, aided by his easy murmurings and saccharine praise.
âPerfect. That was perfect,â Spencer says with a kiss to your shoulder as he slides his fingers from you and you feel yourself literally dripping onto the sheets. âCan I ask you something before we get carried away?â
âMhm,â you hum, sweet and compliant as pleasure dulls your inhibitions for the second time tonight and your head lolls into the pillows.Â
âBaby,â he croons, voice soft as worn paper as your lids flutter and lashes brush febrile cheeks, thumbing over the heated skin. âNeed you a little more alert, sweet girl.â
ââMÂ trying,â you whine, though itâs half self-effacing laugh. Spencer chuckles too as you shake your head and take a deep breath, trying to reinvigorate yourself. âOkay. Go.â
âWell⌠we donât have any protection.â Before you can groan, loudly, he hurries on. âAnd thatâs⌠Iâm okay with that, if itâs what you still want. I trust you. But there will come⌠a moment of reckoning. And I need to know where I should⌠reckon. So you donât end up surprised.â
Now youâre really laughingâa giggly mess beneath him as your arms loop over his shoulders.Â
âStop it,â he whines, pressing his nose to your cheek as you turn your head in an effort to not snort at your boyfriend to his face. âThat was for your benefit, you know. You get squeamish.â
âIâm sorry, I just canât take you seriously when you refer to it as reckoning.â
âFine. Iâll rephrase. When I come, you essentially have two options. Inside, or on your stomach. Tell me where you want it.â
Your breath catches and your stomach does that tripping-over-itself thing again.Â
âUmâŚâ
Another fond half laugh, at your expense, is pressed against your skin. Itâs enough to prompt you into answeringâhe doesnât have to say anything to make his point about your being squeamish.Â
âInside,â you mutter, shy as you attempt to bring him closer so he wonât be able to look at you quite so closely. You wonder if heâs remembering the conversation youâd had over the phone last weekâbefore heâd accidentally kind of broken up with youâabout this very subject. You certainly are.Â
âOkay. I want you to have everything that you want.â A few kisses to your neck later, between nips, he speaks again. âJust need to hear that you want this one more time.â
âI want this,â you repeat, obedient and honest, plain and simple. âNow, please.â
Spencer responds by first kissing you, firm and loving. It soothes you, and he punctuates it with a kiss to your cheek, before heâs reaching down and guiding himself between your legs. You feel surprisingly calm, more overcome with love and the light pleasure rolling down your back as he drags himself over your clit than you are by nerves. Still, you pointedly hold his gaze, not looking down in case you psych yourself out. He slots himself in place, tip resting against your entrance.Â
âRemember, if you need to stop at any pointââ
âI remember,â you cut him off hurriedly.Â
Okay. So perhaps youâre still slightly nervous.Â
He watches you, sympathetic though youâre not sure what for.Â
âI need you as relaxed as possible, okay? I want this to be easy on you.â
You take a moment, scanning your whole body for tense muscles. When you feel sufficiently relaxed, you offer Spencer a small nod, and at that, he begins pushing into you ever so slightly.Â
At first, it just feels foreign. Heâs going so slowly, so carefully, youâre not sure heâs moving at allâuntil he finds resistance and the odd full feeling changes to a hint of burning stretch. Your hips jump and your breath catches, and Spencer stops immediately, relieving the pressure with a tiny shift in position.Â
âItâs gonna hurt,â you realize, eyes darting between his like he might be able to tell you otherwise. Youâd always been aware of the possibility, but you were holding out hope that youâd be one of those people who didnât experience any pain their first time.Â
âJust for a minute. Then itâll feel good, angel.â
You swallow and nod. At the end of the day, you trust him completely. You trust him enough to let him hurt you.Â
âSuper deep breaths for me.â
He watches intently as you follow his directions, taking several deep breaths in succession, before he begins pushing into you once more. The pressure builds and builds until he pushes past that point of resistance, and itâs like heâs breaking you in two.Â
âAh,â you gasp, abs twisting as your body tries to escape the sensation without any input from you.Â
âI know. I know, baby, that was the hardest part. Breathe.â
He drops his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles with light pressure to distract from the pain.
You nod, lips pressed together tight as the deep ache muddles your brain. Itâs an insistent pressure against something does not seem to want to budge. It burns and stretches and is laced with sour, flirtatious pleasure so that you can hardly tell what it is youâre feeling. Mostly, youâre dizzy and hot.
âRelax, just like that,â he strains, looking down. âMy good girl. Weâre almost there, baby.â
Cries spill unbidden from your mouth and your eyes shut as he continues to open you up deeper, until finally, finally, his hips settle into the cradle of yours.Â
Spencer sighs a curse under his breath, so quiet you donât think it was meant for you.Â
Heâs inside of you. Itâs bizarre.Â
You whimper, and he snaps out of whatever revery heâd been in.Â
âYou okay? How does that feel?â
You take a shuddering breath, closing your eyes and trying to clear your head to no availâyour thoughts are like TV static.Â
âIâm good. I need⌠I need a minute.â
âYou can have as much time as you need. Itâs a lot, huh?â
âYeah,â you admit, voice small and weak.Â
âI bet,â he agrees, peppering soft kisses all over your face. âBut youâre doing so well. Proud of you, brave girl. Youâre doing so well and weâre gonna make sure it feels good soon, okay? Whenever youâre ready.â
âWill you please kiss me again?â you whisper, and Spencerâs brow knits with concern.Â
âOf course, angel. Of course Iâll kiss you,â he says, and makes good on his promise with his lips on yours. It sweetens the ache. âIâll do whatever you want. You can have anything. Youâre so perfect.â
He kisses you again, just as lovingly, and soft, like youâre delicate. All the praise is only contributing to your lightheadedness, but you donât mind at all. It feels good.Â
âYou can⌠you can move.â
âOkay. Weâll go really slow, yeah?â
He waits for your nod before his hips are pulling back and you arch at the odd sensation. When he pushes back in, eyes carefully locked on yours the whole time, you keen slightly, frowning and brain shorting out as it tries and fails to process this new feeling.Â
âUh-huh. Youâre okay, I promise.â
At first it doesnât feel good. It mostly hurts. But slowly, the pain begins to abate as you acclimate to having him inside of you, and heâs careful the whole time.Â
âSpence?âÂ
âHm?â
He sounds concentrated on the task at handâyouâre entranced by the sight of him above you, the parted lips, the unkempt hair over the brow furrowed in pleasure and focus. But heâs never too busy for you.Â
âDoes it⌠umââ you pause to hold back a whineââwhat does it feel like for you?â
At this, he slows even further and chucklesâitâs a strained, slightly breathy sound.Â
âFor me?â
âMhm.â
âYou feel perfect, baby. You feel so fucking good.â
The slight fry in Spencerâs voice as he curses, which is a rare event in and of itself, flips your stomach, turns you on immensely. The idea that youâre giving him pleasure tooâitâs almost overwhelming. Thatâs when it starts feeling good.Â
âOhââ you squeak, jaw dropping and bucking your hips inadvertently as the first bolt of true pleasure shocks deep in your core. He hums.Â
âYeah, is that it, sweet girl?â
But you canât answer for a long moment. Your brain is melting as your legs lock around him.Â
âMmâitâsâit feelsâŚâ
âI know it does,â Spencer murmurs.
You whine and press your face into the curve of his shoulder as each thrust gently rocks your body. As the pace picks up bit by bit, you feel yourself clenching hard around him. His hips stutter and he hisses.Â
âAh. Canât do that, lovely.â
âWhat? Did I hurt you?â
He laughs breathily.Â
âNo, you didnât hurt me. You almost pushed me out. You have to relax.â
âSorry,â you whisper. ââM trying.â
âYou donât need to be sorry. I know youâre trying, baby, youâre being so good for me.â
Your nails skim his backâa small expression of a much larger desperation. Once heâs sure youâre relaxed around him, begins going faster.Â
Your gasps and soft moans come more often now as he finds a steady rhythm and it feels so different when heâs actually fucking you. It feels like heâs everywhere. Every time your hips meet you feel the sweet shock of it in your teeth, your toes, the back of your neck. In the best way, you feel consumed by him. Itâs not at all like youâd imagined, and itâs perfect.Â
âWait, Spencer,â you breathe, struggling to form the words. Immediately he stops again, lifting his head from your shoulder to examine your face.Â
âWhat is it?â
He sounds just as wrecked as you feel, panting and strained and it feels good to hear.Â
âI wanna watch.â
For a moment his eyes dart between yours like heâs trying to determine what you really meanâbut you said exactly what you meant. Then he laughs, a huff of air from his nose as he presses his head to yours and gives you a quick kiss.
Your toes curl as he readjusts his position, holding himself a little higher and resting your heads together so you can both look between your bodies.Â
âThere,â he murmurs as he slowly begins to withdraw again. âLike that?â
But you canât answer, because youâre too busy whimpering at the sight of him pushing into you. The feeling seems to increase tenfold as you watch it happen. Distantly you wonder how the fuck it fits.Â
âYeah,â you whisper. âLike that.â
Spencer takes this as a blessing to find a pace again, slower now as he seems to be just as enthralled by the sight as you are.Â
âGive me your leg,â he rasps after a few moments like that, and you donât know what he means exactly but you lift your right leg slightly only for him to press his hand to the back of your knee and push toward your chest, effectively opening you up and giving him more range of motion. It also enables him to fuck you even deeper. Again he slows, apparently savoring the feel of you yielding around him all the way down to the hilt.Â
Black spots dance in your eyes as he settles at your deepest pointânot pain, necessarily, just overwhelming sensation. Your jaw drops and you choke out a moan as he presses into recesses you didnât know you had, as he shows you a part that you might have gone the rest of your life without knowing existed. He stops there, like that. Everything stops there, like that. If the cars on the road below ceased to drive, if the airplanes froze in the sky, youâd not be the least bit surprised. Somehow, youâve unlocked a small eternity. Thereâs no sound but your joint heavy breathing and your heart pounding in your ears. The words just come bubbling up out of you in a little whine.Â
âI love you.â
Spencerâs breath pauses for a moment before heâs letting it all out at once, brushing his lips up the ridge of your nose before they settle on your forehead in what seems like a permanent kiss. A few breaths in, you allow your eyes to flutter shut. Your heart rate slows down a touch, and you settle into the moment, never having been quite so content as you are like thisânever having felt quite so adored and safe.Â
âI love you,â he finally echoes, voice rasping, lips still pressed to your skin, still breathing against your hair. When he starts to move again, drawing back ever so slowly, you hiss softly. He raises his head from yours, and you look away from where heâs pulling out, meeting his eyes just in time for him to push back in, just as deep. They shine in the mostly-dark room and you moan unabashedly. Itâs a high-pitched, sweet thing, nothing that will have the neighbors complainingâbut so clearly true, from the depths of your soul, an expression of everything youâre feelingânot just the pleasure.Â
Although thatâs good, too, as Spencer shapes you to him again and again, the head of his cock kissing places nobodyâs ever been and places you hope nobody else will ever venture to. This is all you need. Him.Â
âJesus,â Spencer groans, eyes fixed on your face as he fucks you slowly. But you canât bring yourself to talk, too new to this kind of pleasure to find it anything other than mind-boggling and world altering. Your lips are still parted, allowing each sound to pass without filter. âListen to you, beautiful.â
When he stops again, just to look down and marvel at you, youâre conflicted. On the one hand, you can taste the pleasure on the back of your tongue and he keeps taking it away when itâs so close. But on the otherâyouâre just as overwhelmed as he said youâd be. Your body has never had to process this kind of sensory information before, and youâre exhausted, but itâs so good.Â
âSpencer,â you manage. He looks up, pupils blown and eyes lidded where theyâd normally be wide. âPlease donât stop.â
He swallows, spurred into action again as soon as you say it.Â
âGood?â
You nod and whine again as he picks up the pace bit by bit, remembering to push your leg back once more so he can get as deep as you need him.Â
âSo good,â you exhale at the top pitch of your voice. Your brows pinch and you release a fuller moan as Spencer finds a speed thatâs fast enough to constantly feel good no matter where he is. Youâre gasping for breath, back archingâand he finds a new angle, catching against the spot inside you that renders all those years of human evolution that gave you sentience and intelligence a waste. He chuckles airily at your series of series of affronted moans and halted gasps.Â
âRight there? That's a good spot, isnât it?â
âOh, goâfuck, fuck!â
It feels so good it almost hurts, and your eyes are stinging to prove it. Your legs clamp tighter around him and you realize thereâs a very lewd wet sound and you canât believe thatâs you.Â
âSpencer, youâreâoh my god, I love you,â you whine, and it sounds like youâre pleading for your life. At this makes his own sound of pleasure, and hastens his messy circles on your clit as if in reward.Â
But itâs too much all combined.Â
Your hand claps to your mouth to obscure the loud, licentious moan that comes outâbut Spencer immediately moves his hand from between your legs to grab your wrist and pin it gently to the bed, intertwining your fingers.Â
âDonât do that. Let me hear.â
You nod, and he lets go of your hand to return his fingers to your clit. If possible you get wetter around his cockâyou can feel yourself gushing.Â
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum,â you whine as if pained.Â
âYeah? Gonna finally let me feel you cumming, angel?â
He has a filthy mouth when he wants to. The words hit like high voltage to your core and the very pit of your stomach. You canât even respond beyond a desperate sob.Â
âShow me, baby. Iâm right here. Let go.â
You cum around his cock with a broken cry and itâs like a purge of every drop of angst youâd felt over the past week or soâhell, itâs a purge of all the insecurities that had bubbled to the surface since you started dating him. None of it matters anymore. How could it matter when you have him? When you have this?
The orgasm washes you out like a tidal wave, taking everything with it. Itâs strong, and itâs so good, so intense, your body is overwrought with sensation and itâs too much even though itâs perfect. Your brain is drawing a blank as it tries to react to the feeling, and itâs like every button on the damn panel has been hit.Â
âFuck, Iâm close,â Spencer grits, and you feel it in the way he adjusts his position, shifting as he grips at the edge of the mattress for leverage and the thrusts become messier, needier. You gasp as his other hand tangles in your hair, turning your head to ghost your lips over his forearm. Itâs not entirely surprising when his own lips find your shoulderâbut the feeling of him finding his release just as his teeth sink into your skin does come as quite a shock. It doesnât hurt, and youâre sure thereâs no skin broken, but itâs an undeniable fact that he has grounded himself in the throes of passion by biting down on you.
Inside you, he feels hot. Searing, almost, as his spend tries to fill space that doesnât exist. There is absolutely no room for anything else inside of you. Stars dance in your eyes at the overstimulation, but long after heâs finished heâs still fucking into youâalbeit much slower and with far less technique. Spencer moans like a two bit whore, like heâs reached pain to a point of ecstasy, and to you itâs as good, as special as the singing of the planets. If heâs as sensitive as you are now, itâs no small feat for him to keep going on like this. Itâs a testament to how much he doesnât want it to be over. The pleasure is carrying him away, but youâre beginning to feel how soft you must be and how if he continues on like this you may bruise like an overripe peach.Â
âSpencer,â you manage, skating your hand up and down his back in what you hope are soothing lines. âBaby.â
He whines as his lips detach from your shoulder, but his hips finally slow to a stop, nestled inside you.Â
âJesus, fuck, I'm sorry,â he breathes, opting now to bury his face in your neck (with significantly less biting this time).
Youâre still reeling, toes still curled, still struggling to breathe as your head spins and spins and spins. His chest pushes against yours with every heaving breath, hot and heavy on your skin, and thatâs the only sign heâs still alive until his hand eventually reanimates in your hair, scratching your head tenderly.Â
For a span of minutes, you stay like thatâsilent, twined together like caducean serpents. His weight on top of you is perfect. This, the lack of differentiation between your body and his, is perfect. You donât know where he ends and you begin and you donât need to. Itâs a blissful moment.Â
âHey.â
Spencerâs voice is hoarse when he finally speaks, lifting his head to look at you with flushed cheeks and messy hair and sparkly eyes.Â
âHi.â
He smiles.Â
âYouâre so pretty.â
âYou too,â you murmur, moving your hand from his back and pressing your thumb into the hollow of his cheek. His eyes map the curves of your face as he pushes your surely askew hair back.Â
âHow do you feel?â
It takes you a moment to seriously consider his question, scanning your body for any undue pains, but for the moment, you find none, beyond a dull aching throb that you can manage.Â
âGood. Tired.â
You wince at the uncomfortable feeling of him pulling out. Spencer hums sympathetically and presses a sticky kiss to your lips which makes it a little better, though you canât ignore how uncomfortable all the previously pleasant wetness has become between your legs.Â
âHereâstay here, Iâll get a wash cloth andââ
âItâs fine,â you insist, holding on even as he tries to roll off of you. âI just need⌠will you stay here for a little bit?â
âOf course,â he promises, now pressed close to your side and propped up on an elbow, âwhatever you want.â
You lavish in his gaze, warm like a spotlight, as he strokes your cheek and plays with your hair. Very quickly youâre lulled into a doze, eyes fluttering shut. Minutes stretch. You feel drunk on waking dreams, and perfectly at peace. Safe.Â
âAngel girl,â he christens you fondly. More than anything, itâs an observation, so lovely it sinks into your skin like a balm, soothing every tired muscle and little mark heâd made. Even half-asleep, it makes you smile.Â
âYouâre an angel,â you slur, reaching blindly for him, and he chuckles, catching your wrist and helpfully settling your hand on his cheek.Â
âI thought you were asleep.â
You hum, âmm-mm,â looking up at him with just as much adoration as he has for you. Those cuddle hormones must be kicking in because soon youâre attempting to pull him back on top of you. He doesnât quite comply, probably for fear of crushing youârather he settles next to you, gathering you in his arms.Â
Silence blankets the two of you, but itâs not unpleasant as you just watch each other with barely-there smiles curling your mouths. This kind of intimacy still manages to give you butterflies, even after everything else youâve done. This kind of satisfaction, reverie in the sound of each otherâs blood flowing and lungs filling. Setting aside words because you donât need conversation as a pretense for wanting to be around each other anymore. You donât need an excuse to look at him like this. You donât need words any more than you need clothes. Itâs enough to just be.Â
âI love you,â he says, a soft reminder, and entirely redundant with the way heâd already been looking at you, touching you.Â
âI know. I love you too.â
The smile flickers brighter on his face.Â
âAnd thank you.â
Your eyes narrow minutely as you consider what he could possibly be thanking you for.Â
âFor what?â
âFor loving me. And trusting me. ItâsâŚâ your heart squeezes as you realizes tears are pooling in his eyes. He takes a moment and clears his throat. Itâs incredibly endearing. âIt means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me.â
You look down, thumbing at the sheets where youâve hoisted them over your bodies.Â
âYou do realize how lame we are if we have sex and both immediately start crying, right?â
At this he laughs loudly but not loud enough to pop the little bubble youâre in, and you look up just in time to catch the brilliance of his smile, the way it changes his whole face and he becomes superhuman in his beauty, the lines that form by his eyes and the way they narrow and crystalline tears bead his lashes like precious gems.Â
âDonât cry,â he requests gently, hypocritically as your own eyes sting. The way his smile fades is like the sun setting. Gorgeous, like everything else he does. âYouâve cried so much, honey. Please donât cry.â
You sniffle, gathering yourself.Â
âIâm not. That would be pathetic.â
Spender leans forward to kiss you tenderly a few more times. Ordinarily youâd worry about coming across as clingy when you hold onto him so closely and so insistently like this, but for now you donât care. Neither does he, it seems, as he seems unable to get you close enough. Eventually, you end up curled against him, head tucked under his chin and dozing on and off as he traces shapes into your skin.Â
âWhat are you writing?â You mumble some time later, cheek smushed against his shoulder. He only responds with a soft hm, like he was lost deep in thought. You clarify, âit feels like you were writing something.â
âShe Walks in Beauty.â
Your lips pull into a sleepy smile.Â
âThe Lord Byron poem?â
The first time youâd met Spencer, heâd inadvertently caused your painstakingly annotated copy of Lord Byronâs works to go flying all over a cafe, and then kindly helped clean up the pages and reorder them for you in record time. Among the poems had been She Walks in Beauty.Â
âYeah. I was trying to figure out when exactly I fell in love with you, and as someone who is deeply skeptical about love at first sight, Iâm a little embarrassed to admit that I keep coming back to our first conversation. I mean, I believe in genetic compatibility, and how that contributes to attraction and what we think of as chemistry, butââ
âWait, what about our first conversation did it?â Your cheeks ache from smiling as you speak. âAs I recall I was being a bitch and I was covered in coffee.â
He laughs dreamily, still tracing letters over the small of your back. You wonder what part of the poem heâs at now.Â
âYeah, mean to me and covered in coffee is pretty much exactly my type. But I think it was actually the annotations on that copy of Lord Byronâs works. They were so insightful, and personal, Iâit kind of took my breath away, and I know I shouldnât have read them all but I couldnât stop. You were compelling, and charming, and funny and wildly intelligent and beautiful and⌠and I didnât stand a chance.â
Everything aches. Itâs a good ache. Despite being seconds from tearing up all over again, you snort. He never told you about that first day.
âYou thought me writing âsister fuckerâ in all caps every time he mentioned Augusta was charming?â
âOh, obscenely so. But now that Iâm looking back, I feel like⌠I feel like I canât remember not being in love with you. I mean, I remember when I realized I was, and that was later. But it was like I met you, and then I was just⌠waiting for you to catch up.â
You grab his hand and interlace your fingers, watching the way the ambient nighttime light from the window and the bathroom dips them half in color.Â
âWe were pretty much on the same page. I was debating courthouse versus small intimate ceremony as soon as you left.â
You watch him watching your joined hands, features soft and relaxed, fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly as he speaks.Â
âDefinitely small intimate ceremony. I have too many friends who would kill me if they werenât invited to the wedding.â
You giggle and pretend the thought doesnât give you butterflies. You imagine a ring on your finger, the one heâs got between his own. Marriage had never been something youâd considered. Not when you had no reason to. It seemed like something for other people. But maybe one day, it will be for you, too.Â
âDid you know Lord Byron had a daughter who is regarded by many as the first computer programmer? She wrote the first algorithm for a theoretical machine that was so complex it couldnât be built with the technology available at the time. It was called an Analytical Engine.â
He sounds almost wistful as he gives you the utterly unprompted, but still welcome, abridged version of her life. The description is ringing a bellâbut you canât quite place her, sleepy as you are. Â
âWhat was her name?â
âAda Lovelace. She was exceptionally gifted. The odds of parent and child being so extraordinary in their respective fields are incalculable, but from a purely theoretical perspective, negligible. I mean, theyâre both massive historical figureheads. Thatâs extremely uncommon.â
You adore it when he goes off on these tangentsâthe passion that stains his voice, the ardor that grips him until he has no choice but to tell you exactly whatâs got him so excited. You could listen to him talk for hours. It means heâs here with you, and he wants you to love what he loves.Â
Since he met you, thatâs all Spencer has wantedâfor you to love what he loves.Â
You want the same.Â
âPretty name,â you murmur, eyes fluttering shut. âTell me more.âÂ
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part eight
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#daan + friends (marina karin and levi) try to kill the bremen elite trooper in prehevil and levi gets shot in the head. daan immediately--#--goes oh fuck marina i need you to blow my arm up RIGHT NOW and shes like ???? b4 it suddenly clicks for her (magna-medicinal) so she--#--casts hurting on him+he brings levi back to life. all while karin is completely lost + freaking out + trying to distract the trooper lol#AUGHHHHH i love these guys#GAH . post ending a daan cannot sleep so he wanders around the von dutch manor for a while and when he pokes his head into levis room--#--to make sure hes doing alright levis just lying in bed staring up at the ceiling. after some prodding levi tells him he just Cannot--#--sleep alone but didnt want to bother anyone else so daans like alright no worries ill take first watch and they settle into this guard--#--rotation for the first few weeks as they adjust to life both outside of prehevil + the military. perhaps not the healthiest but it keeps-#--them going even on unstable footing
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Slapping Slasher's Ass and Running away!
Micheal Myers:
â˘He likes to believe he has complete control over his surroundingsÂ
â˘He likes to imagine himself as a Jaguar; opportunistic, stealthy, adaptable, and an Apex predator
â˘And then there's you, here to snap them back to realityÂ
â˘If he's a Jaguar, you're an annoying bird that follows himÂ
â˘All this made clear when He's just standing in the kitchen and feels a hard smack on his Ass
â˘He whips his head around to see you, running at full speed and gigglingÂ
â˘For a moment he's completely stunnedÂ
â˘But only for a momentÂ
â˘Heâs quick on your heelsÂ
â˘In less than 10 seconds he's holding you in the air by your shirt, like holding a cat by its scruff
â˘You can immediately tell through the mask how pissed he is
â˘But for a few seconds he just leaves you suspended in the air, and soon enough he makes his decision.Â
â˘He walks to your shared bedroom and drops you onto the bed
â˘You think you're in for some sexy-funtime
â˘That quickly washes away when Michael turns around and walk out the doorÂ
â˘When you get up to follow you find that he's locks you in by putting a chair under the handleÂ
â˘This man is so sick of your shit, but loves you too much to actually harm you
â˘He just put you in time out while he waits for the stinging on his ass to go away
Billy loomis & Stu macher:
â˘When the school day ends you're walking towards the front door, you spot both of your boyfriends walking towards the door too
â˘With the coast clear of teachers and most other students you knew what you had to do
â˘You rub your hands together diabolically and begins to run towards them
â˘when you're finally in the perfect position, you wind your hands back and as hard as you can, you slap their ass
â˘They both tense up and freeze
â˘When they see you running past them and laughing, they are quick to give chase
â˘They Chase you down the field and into the parking lot
â˘Stu was the one to tackle you onto the grass, making sure to protect your head when you fall
â˘Stu pins you down while Billy catches upÂ
â˘When (a winded) Billy reaches you two he drops to his knees and starts tickling you
â˘Neither boy takes to seriously and think it's a playful invention to rough house and playfully fight
Thomas Hewitt:
â˘While he was meticulously cutting up some cow legs, you spotted a golden opportunityÂ
â˘Thomâs fat ass in perfect positionÂ
â˘After circling him, carrying the same box of tools, you decide to go for the kill
â˘âTommy!â You shout while running past him
â˘Your hand makes firm contact with the side of his rearÂ
â˘You leave a blazing trail up the stairs while Thom processes what happened
â˘Thom watches you run away while his ass stingsÂ
â˘At most he's confusedÂ
â˘He just goes back to workÂ
Bubba Sawyer:
â˘You were playing with him outside
â˘Running around, picking flowers, picking up pebbles, roughhousing
â˘While play fighting you slap is ass and run away hoping he would chase you
â˘instead he stands for confusedÂ
â˘after an awkward couple seconds, you realize he's not going to chase you, So you walk back to himÂ
â˘You ask if He's okay and realize his eyes is wateringÂ
â˘After a frantic apology and check over You managed to figure out that he's not hurtÂ
â˘Bubba Just associates spanking with being bad/bad behaviorÂ
â˘He was upset because he thought you were punishing him for being too roughÂ
â˘You made it up to him by making him a flower crownÂ
Bo Sinclair:
â˘This could go one of two ways
â˘He could be really into it OR he could freak out
â˘It depends on what mood you catch him in
â˘One day he'll think it's sexy and want you to do it againÂ
â˘The next he'll have a PTSD attack remembering his childhoodÂ
â˘It's honestly best if you keep your hands to yourself
Vincent Sinclair:
â˘He honestly thought you did it by accidentÂ
â˘He didn't understand that you were trying to playÂ
â˘He didn't react at allÂ
â˘You have to tell him what you're trying to doÂ
â˘He gets very embarrassed about not understanding that he kind of shut down for the dayÂ
â˘He remains hunched over on his desk for the rest of the dayÂ
Lester Sinclair:
â˘It honestly doesn't matter what you do to Lester, He's just happy you're giving him attentionÂ
â˘The man is the definition of a puppyÂ
â˘He's just happy to be hereÂ
â˘So if you want to play a game of Chase, Heâlll Chase
â˘As soon as you slap and run away he's hot on your heelsÂ
â˘He chases you through a field and down the roadsÂ
â˘When he catches you he's out of breath and takes a second to dry heaveÂ
â˘Then he'll hug and kiss you while walking back to the TruckÂ
Billy Lenz:
â˘Billy is one of the characters you Can not hit
â˘You think he'd be into to quick slap, but he has the opposite reactionÂ
â˘He thinks you're planning on hurting him And will either attack you or hideÂ
â˘If he chooses to attack, You're likely going to have to hold him down until he calmsÂ
â˘If he hides, leave him alone
â˘trying to find him would be like walking into a coyote's den
â˘eventually he'll come back out because you're the only person that still talks to himÂ
â˘He figures it's better to be physically abused than be lonelyÂ
â˘Good luck explaining that it was just a jokeÂ
Brahms Heelshire:
â˘He was acting up after you told him the grocery boy was coming today
â˘He was whining about how you don't need to interact with him and how the help shouldn't be seen or heard
â˘You remind them that you're technically âthe helpâ and he pouts on the couchÂ
â˘When the doorbell rings he immediately jumps up to try to stop youÂ
â˘You have a light bulb moment
â˘You get closer, reach around, and slap his ass
â˘You almost immediately push past him to run to the doorÂ
â˘Brahms is quick to follow, but not quick enough
â˘You swing open the door before Brahms can reach you
â˘He hides just in time, and proceeds to stew behind the door.
Hannibal Lecter:
â˘While he was cooking up some breakfast you come up behind him and hug him
â˘He greets you and continues to cookÂ
â˘You two have a lazy conversation while you lean your head against his shouldersÂ
â˘Deciding he's not pay enough attention to you come up with a plan
â˘You steal one of his knives, slap his ass, and bolt out of the kitchenÂ
â˘He gives you about a 5-second Head start before he begins his huntÂ
â˘In that time He turns off the stove and allows himself time to find you
â˘He slowly starts his prowlÂ
â˘Checking doors, behind furniture, around the stairs, and behind curtainsÂ
â˘When he finds you, he pounces and pulls you into a pinning hug
â˘He forces the knife from your hand and kisses your forehead
â˘âLet me finish breakfast, then I'll spend time with you.â
Will Graham:
â˘While on the world's most boring fishing trip (Will Even admitted this trip sucked) You watch as no lines get tugged
â˘board out of your mind you decide to at least mess aroundÂ
â˘While Will was leaning over to check his lines you slap his ass as hard as to can, which throws him into the calm river
â˘You howl with laughter as Will get thrown overboardÂ
â˘When he resurfaces we comes back up with a scowls on his lips, but a playful look in his eyes
â˘âYou suckâ he chuckles while you help him back in
â˘As soon as he's on board, he throws you into the water and laughs
The Lost Boys:
â˘All the boys are up for a good chase, But they all have different reactionsÂ
â˘David
-Slapping David's ass takes balls
-As soon as you try to run he has you by the armÂ
-He smirks and pulls you towards him
-âOh-ho-ho, where do you think you're going?â
-If you play your cards right he'll let you go to properly chase youÂ
-Allâs well and good before he flies at you like a hawk
â˘Dwayne
-He'll let you run away But as soon as you're out of sight the game is onÂ
-It doesn't matter where you're atÂ
-The boardwalk, the cave, the forest, the beachÂ
-He sprints and tackles you to the floorÂ
-âDid you honestly believe you could outrun a vampire?â He muses
-could turn playful, could turn romanticÂ
â˘Paul
-as soon as your hand collides with his ass, he shrieksÂ
-He playful pretends he's woundedÂ
-He writhes on the ground, cries fake tears, hand over forehead
-âWhy should you do this to me!âÂ
-âI thought you loved me!âÂ
-Walks around all day telling his brothers that you abuse himÂ
-gives you love bites while telling his tale of woeÂ
â˘Marko
-when you slap his ass he lets out a moan that causes both of you to freezeÂ
-after a few seconds Marko whips aroundÂ
-âTell no one.â He says in a completely serious voiceÂ
-You know for a fact the others would make fun of him for the rest of his unnatural lifeÂ
-Every time you're behind him, he turns around to face you So it never happens again
Thanks for reading <3
Sorry this took so long! I've had a busy week!
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ęŚęˇâ§â Content Mr. Crawling x gender!neutral!reader, MDNI, nudity, fluff, suggestive but no smut ęŚęˇâ§â Note 1.5k words. Mr. Crawling is so cute, I just had to write a fic where we take care of him. He deserves it (⼠⸠âĽ)
He followed you like a lost puppy.
The entity that clung to you like his life depended on it, refusing to return to the world in which he came from. His intentions aren't clear, but he isn't causing any harm so you had no issue with him sticking around.
Mr. Crawling was what you called him. He spoke a strange language you couldn't understand at first, but after spending so much time with him you picked it up after a while.
When you get home from work he's always so excited to see you, chirping excitedly and grinning widely at the sight of his favorite human.
As soon as you arrive he sticks to you like glue, watching you as you do mundane tasks or relax around the house.
Tonight you were making spaghetti, and Mr. Crawling seemed extra intrigued by you cooking the dish.
He peers up at the stovetop, watching as you heat up the tomato sauce. His curiosity gets the best of him as he tries to get a better view, he bumps into you. Causing the red sauce to topple over and spill all over him.
"Mr.Crawling!" you shout, "I'm so sorry!"
He just smiles and licks the sauce off of his face. Seemingly not affected by the hot temperature or the fact that it has splattered all over his clothes.
"You ok?" you ask in his language.
"Me surprise! Saturate clothes, hair, body!" he says between giggles.
You're glad he finds it funny and he's not upset. You don't know what you'd do if you ever saw Mr. Crawling cry.
But he's right, he's completely covered in sauce and his clothes will need to be washed right away.
You kneel down to his level and wipe away the excess sauce with a paper towel, "Me take care of you."
"Me grateful," he smiles wide, leaning into your touch as you clean him off.
You know this won't be enough though, he needs a bath. But you feel slightly awkward giving him one. Not that you mind caring for him, but as far as you know there isn't a word for bath or clean in his language so you don't know how to ask him if he's okay with it. And the thought of seeing Mr. Crawling naked... well you've never really considered it before. But thinking about it makes your cheeks redden and your body heat up.
First things first, after cleaning the chunks of tomato you take his hand and lead him into the bathroom before you try explaining to him.
"Um... Mr. Crawling," you mumble, "Me change you clothes. Water container. You give clothes?" You try to explain it to the best of your ability as you hold out your hand.
"Saturate clothes, water correct! Me give," he nods and takes off his clothes.
There's no embarrassment or shyness evident as he removes his clothes. Mr. Crawling is either just too innocent, or he's just so comfortable around you that he knows he has nothing to be shy or embarrassed about.
You try not to look at his body as you take his clothes. Hurried walking to the laundry room and shoving them into the machine at a rushed pace.
You know he's waiting patiently for you to return and give him his bath but you have to try to calm down first! Your creepy cute ghostly roommate is naked in your bathroom right now and you're freaking out!
Mr. Crawling may act like a pet, but this isn't like giving your dog a bath or something! Maybe it feels so strange because your relationship with Mr. Crawling isn't well-defined.
He's obviously obsessed with you and adores you in every way, but is it romantic? You aren't sure...
However, you do feel confident that Mr. Crawling wouldn't say no to being in a romantic relationship with you if you asked. Judging by how he constantly craves your affection, touch, and attention - he'd probably love it.
And you'd be lying to yourself if you ignored the feelings you had for him. Sure he's not human, but he's so sweet and genuinely cares about you.
Before you met him sometimes you felt like if you disappeared no one would care. You felt insignificant in the grand scheme of things. On lonely nights you'd question why you're even here at all. Is there even a point?
But Mr. Crawling changed all of that.
When you leave, you know Mr. Crawling is always waiting in front of the door for you to return. No matter how long it took, even if it was 100 years, he would still wait for you.
He makes you feel important for the first time in your life. Like if something happened to you he wouldn't rest until he was able to have you again - even if he spent eternity searching for you. He wouldn't stop looking for his favorite human. That's how much you mean to him.
And if that's not the definition of love then you don't know what is. Because it's obvious that Mr. Crawling loves you, and honestly you love him too.
"Mr. Crawling..." you whisper as you walk into the bathroom again.
He turns and makes that high-pitched sound he makes when he's happy.
"Water container, correct," you say, patting his head as you start the faucet.
"Me go into?" he tilts his head to the side, not sure what to do. The gesture is cute and makes you smile.
You nod, "You go into container."
Even though he's never had a bath before, he trusts you and gets into the tub. Watching in awe as his long hair floats to the surface, creating long black streaks within the water.
You can't help but blush as you look at his body. Never had you expected him to be so toned under his loose-fitting clothes. Especially his chest and arms. But it makes sense, he crawls around all day so his upper body strength has to be good, right?
Now that you're seeing him like this, you can't help but notice how long his legs are too. You've never actually seen him stand so it never occurred to you how tall he could be. Judging by how he fits into the tub, he must be taller than any person you've ever met before.
Imagine if he stood up like this...
Your thoughts drift and you get distracted, accidentally pouring loads of bubble bath into the tub instead of just a tad to keep him occupied.
"Fun! Fun!" He shouts excitedly as the tub fills with foaming bubbles, completely covering his body and overflowing from the tub.
"Shit!" you say under your breath, cursing yourself for letting those perverted thoughts sneak into your head. You can't stay mad though as you watch him giggle and play with the bubbles. Why does he have to be so freaking cute?
As he has the time of his life, you dig through the bubbles to clean him. Starting with his body and finishing with his hair. Taking over an hour to wash his hair alone.
As you clean his hair he experiments with these fluffy white things he's never seen before. Curiously eating them, sculpting them with his hands, and even putting them on you. He takes a clump of bubbles and forms them into cat ears on the top of your head.
"You cute!" he shouts excitedly.
You smile and do the same for him, "You cute!"
"We cute together!!" he smiles, having the funnest time with you.
Finally, once he's been all cleaned you help him dry off as he sits on your bathroom floor, watching curiously as the bubbles get sucked down the drain.
His clothes aren't quite done yet so in the meantime you let him wear an old pair of pajamas. They're pink Hello Kitty pajamas to be exact. Sure you had a plain black set that would do as well, but you just couldn't resist putting him in this. He looks so adorable as he crawls into the bed with you, laying on your lap as you brush his hair.
"Water container fun..." he mumbles on the edge of falling asleep, "Again again."
"Fun again," you smile, promising to give him another bath someday.
"Thank you," he nuzzles into you, "Me like you. Like you much..."
"Me like you much," you kiss the top of his head, "Me take care of you, you rest."
He doesn't want to sleep, he wants to stay up with you all night taking baths and playing with bubbles. But being in your embrace as you take care of him is just too much to resist. He hopes you'll do this again soon, or maybe you'll let him give you a bath and brush your hair next time.
He quickly drifts off to sleep, thinking about all of the fun things he wants to do with you. Meanwhile, you sit there and brush his long hair for another hour. Though you don't mind. Sitting here with him, brushing his hair as he sleeps on your lap, it doesn't get any better than this.
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[ Monsters List ] - Sensitive info with targets abilities
A/n: Not my usual writing at all! these details are relationship stuff each character has with the reader that isnât shown in the main story. (Some details are omitted to avoid spoilers). Now that this is done, Iâll be going back to the main story line now ^^. If iâm missing any warnings, please say so.
Pairing: [Monster!Twst x Reader] Featuring, Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Cater, Trey, Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Rook, Epel, Idia, Malleus, Lilia, Sebek, Silver, Rollo, & Neige.
Summary: Dear, [Name], Crowley just informed me he did not give the courtesy of listing all the beasts and their abilities into your possession, please allow me to be the one to aid you. Here are bullets of their names and prowesses, as well as species. Please, do stay safe and out of trouble, and remember to eat and sleep well. Love, From, Rollo.
âDid it send?â âI⌠Iâm sorry Sir Rollo, it seems we were unable to reach [Name] in timeâŚâ ââŚWhat.â
Warnings: Some fuffy and some arenât, Stalking, Mentions of Nsfw (Vil). Zombies (Ace, Deuce), Biting (Ace, Deuce, and Jamil), Squeezing? (Jamil, Floyd), Hints of possession in each section, Blood Drinking (Epel, Jade, Lilia), Theyâre all monsters that are evil so⌠Murder, Kisses (Kalim, Floyd, Malleus), Blood,
Prologue Chapter
Riddle Rosehearts [ Ghost ]
- Warning: Capable of Magic. [ Magic is a mystery in the field, all that is known is itâs abilities monsters have that arenât typically in their species skillset, as well as being especially powerful to utilize it ]
- He posses the abilities of, phasing, possession, kinesis (many different kinds), invisibility, telepathy, and short moments of time where he can have a physical body. He tends to forget heâs a ghost leading to numerous times where youâve accidentally injuried yourself and he rushes to your side to give aid, only for his to hand phase through you instead of truly helping. He feels guilty not being able to help you.
Thereâs a secret part of him that feels less guilty and more angry, about being incapable of touching you all the time. Sometimes, he wishes he was Ace just so he could wrap some part of him around you, but alas, he can only do so in short intervals, which just⌠isnât enough.
- Has a habit of just, watching. Youâve caught him at your window at night. He insists coming in without permission is unlawful, to which you tell him looking at you through glass is just plain creepy. You now invite him for tea parties, yet that still doesnât stop him from longingly gazing through the glass that separates you two. (freak)
- Glows a bright red when heâs either angry or extremely flustered. You walked in one time when the former was happening and were temporarily blinded, in your own temporary home no lessâŚ
With the latter⌠he was helping you figure out a crossword puzzle from a lost book you had found during the night. When he helped you figure it out, he swears your smile was so bright he was blinded. In your case, at least you didnât need a lantern to see the page anymore.
- He has numerous stitches on his body, his mouth, his neck, and his heart, or at least, where it wouldâve been had he still had it. In the short times when he decides to take on a physical form, he enjoys letting your hands trace over the numerous threads through his skin⌠He wonât admit it, but itâs a comfort.
- When heâs working, his exposition completely changes. You get scared of him, you forget just how determined he is to being the pinnacle of perfection, even as a monster.
- Survival: Fear and Grievances, prays on victims through Possesion and death.
Ace Trappola & Deuce Spade [ Zombies ]
- Infectious Bites. There have been many close calls where the two almost bit you, secretly hoping to turn you into them in their delusions of being with you forever, it never works though cause when they try, you turn and give them a smile that haunts them so bad they canât bear the thought of you hating them. The idea always rears its ugly head back to them, but then you treat the two like a regular human and, unknowingly, save yourself just a little longer.
- Anatomy Control (Disassembling limbs and still having control). Deuce has a very common occurring tendency, that leads him to lose his limbs on occasion. He can still feel what they feel, but when they separate from him, they tend to have a mind of their own. There have been several times where youâve been the one to return a limb, typically his hand, and heâs all fidgety cause it just refuses to let go of you.
âI⌠I promise this doesnât usually happenâŚ! I have no idea why it wonât let go of youâ with how lovingly it was stroking your hand earlier (which you wonât mention to Deuce)⌠Youâre not too sure either⌠Does it like the feeling of warmth? âNext time this happens, just⌠Feel free to stab itâ he looks dejected, but you accept his offer nonetheless.
- Ace has asked to sleep with you in your bed because his grave is so cold and lonely. You wouldnât want him dying alone a second time right? Thatâs too cruel. He was surprised when you accepted, even more so when you said there werenât rules like âYou have to stay on this side of the bed!â or âDonât touch me!â, he asked you if you had a thing for him, to which you only quirk up your eyebrow at his question.
âHmâŚ? Iâve slept with someone before, I donât think itâs that serious.â ⌠What. Whoâs this someone?! He doesnât end up sleeping as heâs left wondering who youâve been with before him, little does he know this someone was just a reserved monster hunter who was watching over you with a fever.
- Theyâre the most attached to you, in a physical sense. Considering at least one, or even more, of the limbs on the duo is just bones, along with Deuce missing an eye and Ace missing part of his face, itâs a bit hard for them to go out without giving people a heart attack. So⌠They break into wherever youâre temporarily staying, which is typically an abandoned house, and accompany you in every location they possibly can. One very worrying thing they do, is stick their limbs in your bag. They wonât admit it but, itâs cause they miss you. You need to tell them sticking Aceâs eye in there to keep watch is NOT okay.
- Survival: Eating Humans
Cater Diamond [ Ghost� ]
- Phasing, possession, invisibility, telepathy. Though you donât see him use any of these capabilities very much. You wonder why but never go through with asking him, how could you when he looks so happy to be in your presence? At least, you think heâs happy. You can never tell if itâs genuine or not⌠His smile doesnât quite reach his eyes like everyone elseâŚ
- Whenever he decides to spend his time with you, his face is never close enough in view for you to decipher any real features of his. What color are his eyes? What does his nose look like? Is the diamond you remember on him even there? The basics of a face are in your memory, but you can never remember the more eunique traits of his. You⌠Donât know why that is at all. It feels like youâre forgetting something from the first meeting you had with Cater, but your suspicions tell you it had something to do with his face.
- Even though heâs a ghost, it feels like he forgets something about that sometimes⌠Itâs different from Riddle, who simply forgets he no longer has a physical body, itâs like he doesnât remember he even died in the first place. Youâve seen him all alone, the sunny disposition he proposes to everyone is gone, a hollow feeling in his vicinity. You couldnât hear it clearly, the only word heard at all being sisters.
- The moment he sees you itâs like heâs scrambling to change his disposition, walking up to you casually as he mentions how cute you look today, ahh you should take him shopping! Heâll be discreet donât worryâ
âCater, how did you die?â
âWhaâ? W-who cares about that, come on just take me to town kayâ?â you do end up bringing him as he points at things heâll never be able to use, commenting on how cute they would be to have and show off, even attempting to wrap his arm around your shoulder before laughing off at his arm phasing through your body and making your spine shiver.
You donât miss the way his laugh is more forced than usual, and obvious distress at what happened. Why is he so upset he canât touch you? Is there a reason he wants to so bad? For once, you wanna know.
âCater, lets go on a date again.â
âI didnât know you were so up-frontâŚ! But, if youâre asking then I just canât say no can I?â
- Survival: Fear and Grievances, prays on victims through Possesion and death(?)
Trey Clover [ Frankenstein ]
- The sight of a giant, buff, green, adult man, hovering over you like a doting boyfriend as you bake is certainly a domestic sight to behold. Though it becomes less heartwarming when you remember this scientifically resurrected man is 8 feet tall, he can basically reach the top shelf when heâs kneeling.
- Just like the zombies of Heartslaybul, Trey can disassemble his limbs, but he has more control over it than the other two⌠Youâve had a fair share of moments where youâre trying to eat and a stitched up hand crawls towards you with a piece of cake., itâs sweet, but horrifying in the dark.
- Heâs a glorified brick wall, if brick walls could also fight back at insane speeds. You watched him unintentionally scare off another Monster Hunter once, they weren't intimidated by his size at all, even attempting to throw a punch at him to show off. Their try immediately backfired as Trey stood unfazed, watching them run away cradling their hand. Before you can blink, Treyâs already towering over you asking if there was a pastry he should try making for you. Honestly⌠You need to tell Crowley to hire better employees.
- Trey has electrocuted you once. Totally unintentional on his part, but if someone asked him what he thought when he did it, he would tell them with a soft smile you look cute. Meanwhile, youâre on the other side of the room trying to make sure Trey doesnât increase the voltage next time he tries holding you. Everytime he attempts to do just that, youâre quick to jump out the way. Heâll smile softly but he canât deny heâs a little disheartened... Seems heâll just have to rebuild that trust.
- Despite all the stitches on his body, unlike Riddle, there arenât open wounds on his body, so heâs technically the only one who can accompany you without drawing too much attention. Itâs a secret kept between the two of you, but whenever you head into the square, you both walk to as many bakeries as possible, tasting whatever you can afford. Whenever he put something in his mouth, heâd make an offhand comment about his family. You wonder⌠How did Trey even resurrect like this?
- Survival: Undocumented
Leona Kingscholar [ Beastman Mummy ]
- Warning: Capable of Magic.
- His skin is wrapped in so many bandages, all of them he can bend at his will. Youâre curious as to what he looks like under the fabric, but one glare and the feeling of binds grappling around your body is enough for you to reconsider. Thatâs only if you attempt to look underneath, if not, heâll sit in silence as you admire each carefully placed bind, cracking an eye open to watch you close in on him in curiosity.
- Watching him manipulate sand just to make places to sleep is entertaining, but being dragged into his timeframe of napping is surely not. The grip he has on you is ironclad as the two of you lay on the grainy bed, if you complain about sand getting into your clothes heâll make a sly suggestion of âJust take off your clothesâ before retreating into a slumber that you canât shake him from. Even if you did decide to do that, how would you even take them offâŚ? He wonât let go of youâŚ!
- Despite being a former corpse, if he was still mortal, heâd essentially be an ultimate being. Heâs super strong, fast, heâs quick at recovering, and even if you did cut off a limb of his heâd regrow in just half the time it took to get it off him. To make it worse heâs handsome, has an air of nonchalance, and a prince. You can just imagine the sound of Crewel and Rollo nagging at you for thinking such heinous things about a beast youâre meant to be killing.
- Whenever Leona controls the dead, you hide behind him. Not because youâre scared of his army, but because they remind you of Ace and Deuce, and youâd rather not see versions of themselves not heed danger whatsoever. You were half awake one time when he summoned corpses, your blurry eyes mistaking two of them for Deuce and Ace, wrapping your arms around their shoulders and pulling them into you. You only realize itâs not them when Leona grabs your from behind and hoists your body onto his shoulder like a sack.
âWrong Zombies.â he makes an effort to have you sleep more before you accidentally kill yourself for such a small error.
- That little pain inducement ability he has? It sucks. Itâs funny when he uses it to telepathically pinch Ruggie when heâs away. But, being reduced to a puddle of pure hurt and strain is the worst. Just watching Leona use it makes you remember⌠nevermind. Seeing his victims fall to their knees as he drains them of their life force is depressing, the burden of your defeat rearing its shame when he just knocks back and naps as their bodies turn to sand.
- Even when his tail wraps around your leg in a form of adoration, you canât help but feel disdain for yourself remembering all those who are now dust on the ground because of him.
- Survival: Feeding off vitality
Ruggie Bucchi [ Werehyena ]
- Please tell Ruggie to stop tracking you with his senses and your stolen possessions, youâve been scared too many times by him popping up out of nowhere. Itâs even more horrifying in the night since his face looks so scary (His happy face looks the same as his hunting face. Donât tell him though, heâll rob you of your belongings in pettiness.)
- His eyes are so hypnotizing, both poetically and realistically. Youâve seen him mesmerize loving couples into handing over their belongings in his human form, only to revisit them later in the night to consume the rest of his steal. You asked him once what the point is in getting their stuff in the day only to kill them in the night, and he just smiles before softly placing a piece of bread on your lips.
You never take the bread from his hands, allowing him to feed you himself all the time, feeding you with the same hands stained with a bloody ending to a romance story. Maybe⌠itâll get his pension for praying on lovers to soften, the thought of having his own might put his thoughts to bay⌠Who are you lying to that wonât happen, itâs how he lives, and how he will continue to live.
You know it wonât change when heâs desperately trying to hide the red stains under his nails.
- Heâs very keen on being in your vicinity. No reason, you think, but heâs just always there, talking to you like normal. Which is weird, why does it feel so normal? The more you ponder it, maybe heâs more natural in your life cause of how equalized he is. Heâs laidback yet cunning at the same time, not too good, but not too heinous (if you ignore his murders.) Itâs a nice change of pace from people who see, to be heavily relent on one trait. Even though with a kinder personality feel weird⌠So, talking to Ruggie is a nice escapeâ
âRuggie, did you take my wallet again?â
âHowâd you think I paid for that bread? Shihihiâ Augh! Ow okay I'm sorryâ!â he makes it up to you by giving you his portion of food. You pretend to take it out of pettiness, but late at night when heâs sleep, you wrap it up and leave it on his bedside for when he goes hungry in the night.
When he does wake up, he knows who left the meal by his side, including the extras that lay next to it.
- Survival: Eating anything he can get his hands on
Jack Howl [ Human� ]
- You always wondered how Jack got so built. Of course, if itâs from training, you would never undermine his efforts. But, his strength is so hardcore you doubt itâs even humanly possible. There had been a speech from Crowley in town you attended with both Jack and Rollo, all three of you booted to the very back. When you commented on how you couldnât see, Rollo told you âWe could always move forwardââ But heâs cut off with shock when he watches Jack effortlessly carry you onto his shoulder, keeping you rested there for an hour straight without complaint, even shifting the way he holds you depending on what you wanted at the moment.
âWe couldâve just gone up there, Jack⌠Now put them downâŚ!â
âI donât mind, They seem comfortable here anyway.â You canât help but laugh at Rollo's overbearing nature, patting his head as you hold onto Jack.
- Hes never answered you before on when or how he joined the hunting organization, literally. Heâs so silent when you ask, but the moment you switch to a different topic heâs chiming in his opinion like he didnât just give you the silent treatment for 15 minutes. He told you heâd never lie to you, so, you guess he was telling the truth about that statement.
- Whenever Rollo is unavailable to you, Jack essentially works as his âreplacementâ according to Sam. You wouldnât call him that though, Jack cares for you the same way Rollo does, but heâs a lot less⌠Restricted towards you. You can go out at midnight with him as long as you let him walk you back home, You can eat more junk food, and you can even go into the forest with him outside of a job! Rollo is oblivious to it, but there are moments where you might, just a tinsy weensy bit, prefer having Jack watch over you compared to him. You still love Rollo though! (Never say that to him directly, he will dissect what kinda of love it is youâre implying for him.)
- Overall, you canât wait to see him again when you go to Savanaclaw! Youâre curious as to why he hasnât reached back to you after the 2 months he's been there thoughâŚ
Azul Ashengrotto [ Slime Kraken ]
- Warning: Capable of Magic.
- His true form is huge, being bigger than the size of 5 pirate ships combined. When he shrinks himself though, heâs only 7 feet long and huge, rather than 50 feet long and huge! Less scary right? (itâs not, youâre just trying to delude yourself.)
- Itâs more dangerous when considering the substance heâs made out of is multi-purpose, making him invisible, essentially unkillable, and extremely capable in offense. Youâve seen it first hand considering youâve been on the receiving end of his malice once. If you have to admit it though, itâs a lot scarier watching him use his skills on unknowing sailors. You collect what remains of them, and set them to rest far away from the sea.
- During the night, youâre divided on whether or not he can be considered horrifying, or beautiful. The twins glow, but they're limited to their one-color pallets. Azuls body, channels the light from his surroundings, making him more than one color sometimes. Itâs a bit saddening when you notice how insecure he is about the material of his body, even using magic to appear more human-like in his state. If you tell him heâs handsome in his regular slime state, heâll flush in embarrassment. (If you go a step further and hug him as such a gross substance, goodness, heâs already looking through books at the bottom of the ocean about human courting. Never mind youâre still trying to kill him, heâll slay your heart if he has to!)
- If he uses Magic, he, can turn himself into a human for a little. He never really had a reason to go on land, heâs powerful in the sea, even ranked as one of the 7 most wanted monsters. But, now that youâre in his life, he wants to follow you and see what it would be like to live with you as a person. He doesnât call it a date, but he thinks of it as one, even imagines himself telling Jade and Floyd (Little does he know they already beat him to the punch on that oneâŚ). You take him by the hand and the urge to stay on land with you becomes even stronger. But, so does the need to have you in the ocean with him.
- His tentacles along with his crazy strength, just make him an even harder foe to fight. Truly⌠What are you meant to do when youâre sitting down and in his sleep, he just clings onto you with a tentacle, and now you just, canât leave? Besides heâs asleep, how are they latching onto you so hard⌠They don't have a mind of their ownâ You remember seeing an article that wrote about such a phenomenon. Okay, so maybe they do act of their own volition⌠why do they cling so desperately to you?
- Survival: Eating as much of whatever is available
Jade Leech & Floyd Leech [ Skeleton Sea Serpents ]
- During your stay in their abode, youâd wake up to Floyd squeezing you so hard you swear one of the bones on his tail were gonna puncture you. Heâs too strong, horrifically strong to the point you fear getting squeezed more than twice a day could genuinely kill you. If you donât voice this concern, you might risk your death, but if you do, heâll restrain himself a bit (he couldnât bear the thought of killing his shrimpy! Youâre too fun to play with, let him kiss those sore places better yeah? Besides, just a little biting doesnât hurt)
- Their senses are so enhanced, itâs just as scary as their strength. You had sliced your hand once, a medium amount of blood pouring out, and before you could even do anything, Jade had swam up to you and latched onto your wrist, pulling you down, almost tugging you into the water, and began licking the wound clean, his eyes empty and his sharp teeth dragging across your skin. You thought he was miles awayâŚ?! How did he know you were bleedingâŚ? When heâs done, he pats your hand and smiles before engaging in a casual conversation about your day, uncharacteristically gentlemanly after such a scary display. If you ask him what that was about, heâll innocently tilt his head and ask you âwhatever are you talking about?â
- Just like Azul, their true forms are giant, not as big as his, but still equally as terrifying, the sharp bones that poke out their body further proving this fact.
- Extremely Fast, Youâve seen this first hand when Floyd jumped out of the water and dragged you through the sea to transport you to a âbeach dateâ in the middle of the ocean, in only 3 minutesâŚHe heard of these dates from Azul, âSaid he was gonna take you on one, thought itâd be funny if I took yah instead.â Youâre unable to inquire what he means by âAzul trying to take you outâ, as heâs brightly smiling when he places a sailor's cap on you. The small sight of blood in his canines is all you need to know about where this hat came from.
- Their teeth are sharp thatâs for sure, you watched Jade sink his teeth into unsuspecting marine life. The thought of him doing the same to ships 7 times the size of such animals, makes you worried for future sailors, and⌠For yourself. He flaunts those ivories at you so much, youâre worried heâs trying to hint at his insatiable hunger. (Heâs doesnât bite like Floyd does, but honestly, youâd prefer if he bit you instead of grazing his teeth on your skin so sensually)
- They like to drag you into the water with them. Youâre sure itâs how they have fun, the only exposure to the human world other than you is Azul and artifacts they collect from ships they were responsible for destroying. So of course, they wouldnât know the first thing of human play, yet⌠you have the underlying feeling they have a reason for doing such a thing that isnât just entertainment.
- Survival: Anything they can fit in their mouths (Whether it be marine life or ships. Though, these two have a specific craving for human)
Kalim Al-Asim [ Genie ]
- Extremely strong, every time he hugs you he completely forgets his strength. In the moments where he does realize it, heâs quick to apologize. If you tell him where you hurt, heâll insist âkissingâ it will make it better! Itâs what worked on his siblings, so it must work for you! If you donât tell him⌠heâll cry, so itâs better to just tell him.
- Wishmaking. He insists on letting him give you a wish, after all, you did save him from being lonely! (Youâre not sure if you could call it âsavingâ considering you were trying to kill him⌠and still are⌠). You never accept his offer, with the knowledge that everything has a price, (Thank you Azul for such a good lesson learned) which makes him sad, but in your awkward ways of comfort, you tell him the only wish you want, is a hug. He is ecstatic and wraps his arms around you, tight. Youâre regretting your wish now. Though, the glare from two pairs of slit eyes tells you youâre not the only one who doesnât like the wish.
- Too many riches too count⌠You wake up, gifted in gold and jewels, youâre halfway through the day, more diamonds and rubies, going to sleep⌠Gold and emeralds. You told Kalim no more. He found a loophole and just replaced the cheaper items with more expensive ones. Itâs technically not more so⌠You make a reminder to dump it all on Rollo, heâll surely enjoy having money to tend to his garden. (He wonât. You already know heâll refuse anything from a monster. But, if you bat your eyelashes enough he might accept it.)
âKalim, I donât need any more rubies.â Youâre sat on his golden throne, the optimistic wish granter between your legs with his arms wrapped around your waist as he sits on the floor, a beaming smile making you hesitant on his next words.
âThen Iâll just give you more diamonds!â ⌠Truly, you thought genies could only give out three wishes, why does it feel like this one wants to give you more than that⌠Itâs gotten to the point where you think he wants only you to be the one he grants anything to, going so far as finding a way to bypass the rules. He even gave you his lamp, which you gave back to Jamil upon receiving it.
- You do wonder⌠Where are the rest of the people Kalims granted desires to? Even more so, the rest of the genies, as far as youâre concerned, Crowley said there was only one left (that he wanted to get his greedy hands on). If you had just searched Kalim and Jamils shared space, surely you wouldâve found the corner filled with broken lamps in it.
Survival: Not sure, Either immortal or some secret to survival.
Jamil Viper [ Snake ]
- Warning: Capable of Magic.
- Half snake half man, his lithe body is enough to give you pause no matter how many times you see it, even after seeing the leeches who have a similar body. You think the reason might be more cause of his intimidating eyes rather than his actual body however, 2 sharp slits are enough to make anyone rethink their judgment.
- When he sleeps, he unknowingly wraps around you, his human half bunching you in his arms as if he isnât squeezing your legs. You think itâs just his instincts using use as warmth considering heâs cold-blooded, so you let him (Little do you know heâs perfectly warm enough, his body is just drawn to you for some reason). When he wakes up, he considers poisoning himself from embarrassment.
- Venomus, the long pointed fangs could tell you that much. When he sheds a tooth after meeting you, he doesnât toss it away like he used to, he finds a piece of string and slides it through the solid, letting you watch him in skepticism as he slithers towards you, gently placing the newly formed necklace in your palm as his forked tongue sticks out. (He also left a little venom trapped inside, in case anyone gets a little too close than wanted.)
- Donât stare into his eyes to long, or else youâll find yourself entranced by the slits in his pupils, and completely hypnotized without even his knowledge. Itâs like heâs so enchanted by you that he forgets he can do something like that. When he realizes what heâs done, an hour goes by before you come to. You donât feel any different, but one looks at your wrist adorned with a snake bracelet that wasnât there before tells you something happenedâŚ
You canât move it from its place, but you honestly donât want to, itâs pretty. Works perfectly well in Jamil's favor, if you had, you definitely wouldâve noticed the two holes punctured into your skin by a familiar set of fangsâ
âJamil, Kalim gave me his lamp again.â
â⌠Really?â Heâs quick to take it off your hands. If only he could wish instead⌠it would make his life so much easier.
- Survival: Undocumented
Vil Schoenheit [ Incubus ]
- Warning: Capable of Magic.
- Youâre human. Youâre not immune to charm and flirtation. Itâs disappointing that Vil is so good at what he does. You havenât given into temptation, at least, not yet.
- Shapeshifting, heâs told you before if you have someone in mind youâd ever want to do such things with, he can transform into them if you hope to practice your confession, when you tell him nobody comes to mind, you fail to notice the devious smile that perches on his lips in victory. It seems the only face that will appear in your brain in such moments of vulnerability will be his, and thatâs enough for him.
âThough, Since I used to see Neige almost every day maybe his? He has seen me in moments even Rollo hasnâtâŚâ
What?
- Feasting on the vitality of humans is something commonly known for incubi, youâve asked Vil before if youâre going to die soon from him touching you⌠You already know heâs an amazing actor so when he answers you, you canât tell if heâs lying or if itâs the truth, especially when he takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips like a prince, perfectly playing off the suspicion in his answer.
- You think itâs unfair heâs so attractive, if he had only half his looks it would at least be easier to not stare at his pretty featuresâ what are you thinkingâŚ?! You can already hear the scolding of everyone else telling you how heinous it is to think such thoughts, but once again, you're distracted by the feeling of Vil dipping into the couch next to you, offering a drink as if you two were just ordinary people. To be fair, his whole survival depends on how well he can interact with humans⌠He only smiles when you take the drink.
- Making Hallucinations is just common practice for Vil, Rook praising him for all the people who gave into his temptations from his feats. You were once sure he had never used it on you, you could never fall for such a puny delusion, but now, your confidence has faded. Things in your memory are blurry, unclear.
Has⌠Vil has been using it on you�
- Survival: Corruption of humans through desire, feeding off vitality
Rook Hunt [ Boogeyman ]
- You make an extreme effort to avoid all manners of shadows since youâve met him. Lurking in the dark is his forte, and it doesn't bode well for you because almost all your work is done in the dark. Even then⌠your efforts are in vain because you still feel the sensation of eyes burning into you at all times of the day. In these cases, you retreat to Vil in hopes he can rein him in a bit.
- Shapeshifting is a rare and dangerous ability. Unfortunately, Rook of all monsters has it. Even in places with no signs of shadows, it feels like heâs still there. It doesnât make it any better that he hints towards that being the truth.
âAh trickster, you looked magnifique in that bathing suit!â
âYou were the waiter who kept offering me drinks werenât you.â
âThe way I observe my muse shall not be disclosed!â
- Watching Rook feast on fear isnât scary, but rather⌠unsettlingâŚ? He places his mouth near his victim as what you can only assume to be their fear twists up into his throat, the horrified human trembling in terror. Such a scary expression quickly disappears when he turns to you with the happiest smile and gushes to the poor human about how wonderful you are, rubbing his cheek to yours like a sappy couple.
âAh! TricksterâŚ! You are quite sweaty! Shall I dry you offââ you shut him up by throwing the same towel he was about to clean you up with, in his face.
- His skill set is already horrifying, but adding in the basic ability of enhanced strength just makes it worse. You canât even begin to count how many walls Rook has torn through for you⌠A simple ow, and what you originally thought to be a brick wall, is now a giant hole with the boogeyman at your call. Itâs harder to be nice to him when heâs insistent that you train your capabilities on him. The amount of times Rook has turned a stab into a firm held waltz is just too many.
âNon non, You must hide your hand better trickster.â
âI would do that if you weren't cradling me into a dip right now Rookâ Stop dancing with me already!â
- Survival: Fear and Grief
Epel Felimer [ Newbie Vampire ]
- He's asked you before if he could suck you dry. He honestly expected you to say no, but when you reached your arm out and told him to just not turn you, he was sure you must be some sort of blessing in disguise. When heâs done, he begs you not to tell Vil, as the incubus banned him from feeding. Youâll come to regret it at some point though, as now he continuously comes back to you in times of hunger.
- He runs at such fast speeds, itâs incredible to you, youâve clapped for him a couple times, but, every-time you did⌠he got distracted and would trip. He wishes the sun would come up and kill him in those moments.
- Compulsion is a dangerous thing, you shouldnât be shocked, but luckily for you, he⌠doesnât seem to know how to use it the way it should be utilized. The moment he does finally master such an ability, youâll have to find someway to get past that. He did try using it on you once, a simple command asking you to tell him how âmanlyâ he is, somehow, someway, the command turned into something much more⌠embarrassing. He stands in bewilderment at the way your hands are cupping your face, endlessly praising Epel about how amazing he is, and how you wish to stay with him forever.
Vil and Rook stepped in to save you. He was sat in the corner as a punishment.
- His hunger is, insatiable. Youâre not sure youâve ever seen such a monster so bloodthirsty. Itâs like he has some goal to just, feast on as many people as he can⌠He mistook you as a stranger he could freely feast on, jumping on you, ready to sink his fangs into your neck. Heâs only narrowly stopped when the moon shines on your face and he knows itâs you. If it wasnât, whoever took your place would not doubt be dead.
- Survival: Blood
Idia Shroud [ Reaper ]
- Warning: Capable of Magic.
- With how moody Idia is, you forget what his occupation is until he shows up at your door with the scythe he uses to escort the dead.
- Reapers arenât necessarily evil or good, which is why youâre always conflicted about how to feel about Idia. Should you⌠Make your decisions based off his personality rather than what he is to slay himâ? Why is he whispering about how all the other monsters should drop deadâ Ah, he thinks theyâre cooler than him.
- You essentially work as a discounted vent session as Idia talks about how everyone else is so much worthier than him to be slain by hunters. They all have cool abilities and cool looks, what is he stuck with? An edgy cloak and a tool farmers use to cut hayâ
- His rant is cut short at the sound of a cheap board game slamming on the table, his eyes looking up to you placing a game piece on the spot, signaling him to take his turn as you tell him how heâs âthe only one you find playing games with funâ. Truly, you must be one of the kindest souls heâs had the fortune of meeting, he should know, half of the spirits he escorts are huge douches.
- It just makes him all the more worried about bringing you to the after life.
- Even though Idia doesnât have a reason to actively hurt humans, itâs still worrying when he describes to you in detail of his After life Capabilities. He once told you a story about how a guy was acting so high and mighty he trapped him in the space between life and death, only coming back to laugh at him when the man was practically broken. He only stops his retelling when he looks up and sees the most hurt expression on your face.
- After that, he sits up before you can even say anything, leaving immediately as he buries his head in his hands. The next day, heâs at your door as you silently stare at him, his form of retribution for your hurt being whatever you mentioned wanting during the week. You accept his gift, but that still doesnât stop the fear of what Idia does to the souls he guides with a lack of fondness.
- Survival: Unable to Die. (Speculation)
Malleus Draconia [Dragon Gargoyle⌠And⌠something else?]
- Warning: Capable of Magic.
- Heavy durability, as he is pure stone. in times of desperation, you watch as green sparkles fly around the man as stone turns soft. His spell doesnât last long but in his desire he chooses to pepper you in kisses with smooth lips. The first time he attempted to romantically place a peck on your arm, you cringed at the feeling of rough stone on your skin. It hurt his feelings so he opted to just spell himself instead.
- Heavy. He didnât wanna move away from a doorway you had to exit through to leave. You tried lifting him out of the way, you donât think youâve ever tried so hard to move something before. He thought it was an attempt at a hug, so you ended up being smooshed in his arms for an hour before Lilia saved you.
- Camaflouge, the stone heâs made of, and moss that grows on his body can be manipulated in any way he wishes, even his size, itâs scary watching him go from his regular 6 feet to an astonishing 10. This trait of his has served numerous moments where youâre surveying his castle only to feel arms pulling you back into a stone exterior. Your reflexes are swift to throw a punch, only to have the cruel reminder of rock busting your hand.
âAh forgive me, I did not mean to hurt you Child of huntersâ
âMy hand is broken Malleus.â
âWe can just get you a new hand can we not?â That night serves as the first of having to tell Malleus he canât always spell you when youâre injured. To this, he tells you thatâs nonsense and heâll expend all his reserves for you.
- Considering heâs also a Dragon, flight, and fire breathing really shouldnât surprise you. What does surprise you is when he looked more dragon than gargoyle sometimes, his eyes becoming more lively, scales being more obvious, and his wings and horn being truer than theyâve ever been. You have a sneaking suspicion his instincts change forms too, his already heavy clinginess increasing tenfold. Youâre either held by his clawed fingers or wrapped in his wing.
- Despite Malleus being marked as one of the most dangerous kills possible, you find it extremely easy to⌠ask him to do something. In fits of anger, heâll cling impossibly close to you, trying desperately to attempt to cease the ugly feeling festering inside him. Heâll tell you he never wants you to leave his side. If youâre not feeling like being trapped inside, all you need to do is wrap your arms around his neck and lean into his ear with a low whisper, asking him to let you go. For a moment, his grip will tighten, but slowly he relents, his stone eyes watching you wave goodbye.
- Though, truthfully, You donât feel like youâre free⌠Sometimes, you notice gargoyles in places where there shouldnât be any. Sooner or later, his resolve might break, asking him for such freedoms might not be as easy.
- Not only that but⌠Thereâs definitely a side to him that isnât just some Dragon Gargoyle. Whenever you have the chance to dig deeper into it, youâre met with a wall that separates you from the truth. Just what is Malleus?
- Survival: ???, Unable to Die. Do not attempt.
Lilia Vanrouge [ ??? ]
- Caution: Possibly capable of Magic.
- Certainly the most mysterious of the bunch⌠To be fair, everyone in the Diasmonia space is filled with anonymity. He doesnât have any specific qualities that warrant a decisive conclusion, but youâre confident that heâs not a human. Sometimes he has wings, sometimes fangs, sometimes spider legs, just what is he?! (He has used this capability to scare you on numerous occasions, taking the form of a giant wasp and chasing you once. When he gets bored though, he clings onto you endlessly, not as bad as Malleus but still very often. You woke up to him in your bed once, and now he occasionally appears there to âwake you upâ by sliding his arms around your waist. Please tell him youâll only let him do this if he stops turning into freaky stuffâŚ)
- You have no doubt heâs one of the monsters that eat humans. You took a sniff of his red juice once, itâs definitely blood, and considering why youâre here, itâs for sure not animal blood. Out of guilt for failing whatever human is his current meal, you offered up yourself as a blood bag, and he happily indulged, pining you to the table and nipping that delicious spot on your neck. Out of courtesy for everyone else in the castle... You lock the door.
But it doesnât matter, youâre quite sure he didnât honor the agreement anyway, as heâs happily feasting on a mystery meat you know isnât any creature near this castle.
- He always keeps you on your toes, one of the moments being when he used his flight to carry you all over the sky, laughing at you and your body clinging onto him in fear of dropping to your death. It makes it worse that he doesnât do it slow, he flies so fast you can hear the wind slicing through the air, your arms only wrapping around his neck trying to get even closer than you already are.
âLiliaâŚ! Lilia! Put us downâ! Iâm gonna dieâŚ!â you can feel his hand pat your head as he tightens his grip on your body.
âAwwâŚdonât worry, as long as Iâm here you wonât fall!â you believe him, but that doesnât make you feel any safer at allâŚ
- Despite how decrepit the Diasmonia castle is, there are still photos of its rein on the wall. In an attempt to know your targets better, you look at some of them, immediately recognizing Lilia in one of the frames⌠But, his aura seemed different, more cold, more cruel⌠He was bloodied, and youâre sure that body heâs holding is what you think it is, but, he doesn't have that usual crazy happy look he has when he catches his next meal.
-Just how did Lilia end up like this?
- Survival: Undocumented
Sebek Zigvolt [ Swamp Monster ]
- He says youâre pathetic. (He continues to leave flowers specific from his swamp at your door) Youâre not⌠Youâre not very sure what he thinks of youâŚ? He says youâre a coward, yet continues to gift you plants after you offhandedly mentioned how you think theyâre pretty. So⌠What does that meanâŚ?
- Maybe theyâre poisonous⌠Heh⌠Maybe you can use them on Crowleyâ
- Your plan of attack is interrupted as a booming voice bursts your ear drums, the source of distress being the green being covered in moss, water, and vines. You follow the trail of plants leading from the swamp to the creature behind you, a bear, wrapped in controlled swamp foliage by the monster of the water. Sebek huffs and chastises you for such carelessness, but the feeling of you scooping his hands into yours and thanking him with a smile makes the words on his tongue go numb. Not for too long though, as he tells you obviously a beast like him can handle such lowly creatures, no wonder you didnât notice.
- Before you came along, according to Silver, the water he resides in used to be a mess, as he said âLilia believes it to fit my role of Swamp Monster, so I shall keep it!â so he kept it the way it is and let it out control. But, apparently, after you, it subtly became neater, flowers adorning the ridges of where once was messed moss, his water adorned with petals of your favorite color, the place even smelling like your favorite scent. He tells you itâs just a change of scenery for Malleus, not anyone else, you only smile at him, not replying. Malleus doesnât have the same favorite scent.
- Like his fondness for nature, his power of water is equally as tantalizing to watch. He didnât know you were there, but you were watching him train, your eyes becoming more entranced in his movements when you saw him become sidetracked from his patience for a moment. A book was laid in front of him, one that he delved deeper and deeper into with interest. It seems he has a fondness for literature, so after that, you would leave books you had at his residence, watching with amusement at how fascinated he was. Unfortunately, you walked up to him once when he was meant to be training, and in attempt to hide his hobby, he flicked his hands and let the water swallow every page in aqua.
âI have been training this whole time humanâŚ!â
âAh, I got you all those. Now theyâre wetâŚâ He acts like he doesnât care, but he secretly feels bad, so discreetly, he attempts to piece every page lost in the water together before presenting you with a new book.
- Survival: Swamp
Silver [ ??? ]
- Honestly, his abilities are lighthearted when not used to a heavy extent. He can eat dreams of those who sleep, typically, nightmares. There have been rumors spreading of a night creature who creeps into rooms, sucking the ambitions and hopes of its victims⌠Theyâre not wrong, if heâs called upon too often heâll strip the person of all their wants and, dreams. Go a step further, and he might as well suck the life out of a human.
- But⌠You know he doesnât mean to⌠At least you hope not.
- Sometimes your judgment feels misplaced when you watch him go overboard in his hunger, his trance only capable of being broken when you grab him by the shoulder, maybe even point a blade at him in desperation.
- He can travel into dreams. Youâve caught him lurking in your conscious one too many times to count. Itâs not like heâs devouring your fantasy, but you canât help and wonder why heâs almost always there. He doesnât change whatâs happening in it, he doesnât destroy it so⌠Why is he there so often?
- itâs ironic, a creature who lives off the manifestation of peopleâs conscious, sleeps so much. You remember sorting through flowers Sebek had âgiftedâ you, (Youâre not sure if it counts as gifted considering he threw them at you saying âtheyâre frail, just like a weak human.â) and Silver had sat right next to you, begining a sentence before dropping his head into your lap, a deep slumber commencing on your thighs.
- He wakes up ready to apologize, but the feeling of your hands gently playing with his hair, is enough for him to fall back asleep immediately.
- Heâs a lot more welcoming to stay with compared to the rest of the monstrous residents of Diasmonia. If youâre free from Malleus and Lilias's grasp, youâre quick to run over to him. Heâs typically sleeping, so, when heâs nodding off you sit down next to him, slowly placing your head on his shoulder as you fall asleep. If youâre to be trapped here for a bit, it wouldn't hurt to have some form of comfort in this run-down place.
As you fall into slumber, you secretly wish to meet Silver in a dream again.
Itâs coincidental that he wakes up the moment you place your head on him, itâs a pretty sight to him. He hopes⌠youâll stay here, he enjoys your company too much. As soft snores leave you, his hands move on their own, grasping onto your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours.
Itâs selfish, he was raised to do what he must to survive as a monster by his father. So he knows, what he feels is natural, but thereâs a lingering thought he shouldnât feel this heavy about a human⌠He doesnât wanna let you go.
- Survival: Dream Feasting
Neige Leblanche [ Angel ]
- Itâs⌠a bit unnerving how kind he is⌠You understand heâs a supposed Guardian Angel specially dedicated to your well but goodness, he was not very good at his job.
- He essentially watches you go about your day, occasionally blessing you to see your eyes light up with happiness.
- Despite how much he grooms the feathers on his back, he never lets you get too close to them, folding them back up when youâre near enough to see them more intricately or graze your fingers on them. It never bothered you, truly, heâs so nice to to you you could never be suspicious of him.
- He had to attend to personal matters once when you were eating together, his wings fluttering before he ascended. A pair of feathers had fallen in place of where he once was, One plumage was as white as snow, and the otherâŚ
- Was as dark as ebony.
- Survival: Being Good
Rollo Flamme [ Human ]
- Heâs always been by your side.
- He would never be one of those wretched filthy beasts. Heâs always cared for you when you couldnât care for yourself.
- Donât look at him like that. Why⌠Why is there scorn in your eyesâŚ? Heâd never hurt you, never.
- Youâre the only sanctuary of purity in his life, he wants to embrace you. He always has, your happiness has always been his.
- He has always wanted to save you from the hellish life mother nature had dealt you.
So pleaseâŚ
- Let him hug the one thing he cares for one more time. AndâŚ
Forget the white lie he gave you.
- Survival: You
The day is today. The date you left Rollo without saying even the slightest hint of a farewell. It has been 364 days, without you.
Itâs a sorrowing sight for coworkers of his who know how close you are. But, if they had just looked closer, the looming feeling of festering jealousy would no doubt impede their senses.
Rollo knows he can feel it. He will find a way to drag whatever wretched beasts are ruining you with their filth, down to hell.
âAh! Mr.Flamme, Hello Helloâ!â ringed fingers slam mercilessly into the wood of a desk, any harder and he mightâve broken it. âBe carefulâŚ! This desk is expensiveâŚ!â
âItâs been a year since [Name] left for these jobs⌠Why arenât they back?â Rollos on the verge of bursting a vein, the only composure he has left is strung together by the thin thread of hope he has of you coming back, coming back to him.
âWell, My little Birdie isââ
âThere is no My, and there is no Birdie, donât call them that.â
âPossesive muchâŚâ
âItâs not posseviness.â Crowley only nods at him, obviously, he doesnât believe the man, but heâll pretend if it means moving this conversation along.
âI will answer your question in due time, now would you please⌠remind yourself why it is youâre here in the first place?â
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A/n Did I do a shit ton of research about monsters and their abilities for this, a post that was meant to be a shitpost? No, who would do that? (I would). Anyways, I hope this can satisfy Monster!Twst enjoyers while I work on the heartslaybul chapter, I promise Iâm working on it to make it the best possible! (Blame the economy for my lack of activity on it)
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"Love and Brat Taming"
How I imagine the LADS Men brat tame and the type of dom that they are. Artwork @/osk_purinnumee on twitter
âźď¸ MDNI âźď¸ This for the freak nasty mfs in my inbox ⌠I love yâall hope you can lucid dream about this đ
Zayne
Type: Edging | Voyeurism | Restraints | Temperature play??
Sweet stoic Zayne....Mr. "watch your hands" in public but completely different behind closed doors. Now let's say you decided to spend all afternoon being very handsy. He would warn you multiple times and of course you'd keep going even when he glared at you.
I feel like Zayne is definitely the type to .... watch. He would one thow-wow percent sit you on his lap with your hands tied in front of you and make you play with yourself while he watched.
What did he use to tie your hands? The tie that you kept yanking on all day in public to whisper in his ear.
"Since you can't control your hands I'll control them for you" He would watch you play and squirm on his lap and the minute he sees you're on the brink of climax he'd whisper a stern "Stop." snatching your wrists away, holding them above your head in one hand, making you whine. "Deep breaths ... there you go ... now start again"
He would do this again ... and again ... and again until you're spouting apologies and begging him to let you cum. He's not rough as a matter of fact he's so gentle it almost makes this punishment that much hotter, I mean worse.
Don't forget he's touch starved so while you're playing he's busy having his fun exploring your body stimulating every part of you. He'd go back and forth from just watching you to devouring your neck and pinching your nipples using his evol make them pebble faster and then taking them into his warm mouth.
By the time he lets you cum you're a sweaty puddle of pure bliss. He'd definitely talk you through it and end it with "next time heed when you've been warned"
Now next time he tells you to watch your hands you're torn between wanting this punishment again or wanting the sweet Zayne that gives you what you want without making you beg.
Sir?! Wtf you mean heed when I've been warned I'm acting up on your next day off fym
Rafayel
Type: Sense Deprivation | Overstimulation | Manhandling | Breeding Kink
Raf is the type of tamer who makes sure you can't walk and you're sore as hell the next day. He's merciless. He takes you how he wants you.
For example...
"Will you like me no matter what I become?" You promised. Such an innocent question. No.
You should have read the fine print because you had no idea it included the dominant powerhouse he'd become when you decided to ignore him after you went to bed mad at him and proceeded to ignore him for a full day.
"Don't play with me we don't do that we don't go to bed upset with each other because shit like this happens" He doesn't give more than half of a warning. He gives just one and that's it and its hardly a warning.
Raf doesn't get upset with you often but he's a whole different person when he does. He is definitely the type to blindfold you and tells you to be a good girl and no touching. "Keep your hands above your head"
He'd flip you back and forth between being sprawled out on your back and being flat on your stomach with a pillow tucked under your hips and much more. You're getting fucking rag dolled so hold on tight.
To start he would touch you everywhere except where you wanted most however he still would have you dripping wet and I mean dripping. I imagine once he gets you to that point he's the type to eat you out while making you explain why you decided to ignore him when you know he hates it. He'd edge you a little every time your hands strayed too close.
You would have absolutely no good reason for ignoring him for a whole day on purpose so he'd keep going snatching orgasm after orgasm from you until you're pushing his head away. Big mistake because he said no touching and keep your hands above your head. Be ready to get pounded into the mattress until dawn. For sure the type to fill you up over and over again just to watch it drip out so he can push it back in with his fingers.
"Raf I can't- " he'd cut you off "You can take it ... gimme one more I know you can do it" he would make sure you can't walk the next day so you have to spend the entire day with him to make up for lost time.
I need this man to take a sip of wine and let it flow into my mouth through a kiss and bite my lip after.
Xavier
Type: Edging | Bondage | Spanking | Dacryphilia | Sadism
Alright I know you just read sadism and you wanna jump me now let me explain hold on HOLD ON! Relax! Put the bricks and tomatoes down let me explain. I can feel it in my BONE MARROW that Xavier knows how to perfectly mix pleasure and pain. He's literally likes it rough talking about some "You'll have to do it harder" bro imagine him being able to do it harder to his girl? HES ON THAT ! Man I kinda just wanna yap about him.
He would give you a safe word he would immediately stop if you use it don't worry. He's a calm cool collected Prince that fucks you like you're a slut. He doesn't give you a warning because he knows that you know better.
If you decided to test his patience and be a brat ALL DAY he's throwing you over his lap and spanking your ass until it's red while he's two knuckles deep inside of you and that's not even the main course.
He would tie your hands together (Just like he's threatened multiple times). He would definitely tie them to the headboard and he'd eat you until you're crying from pleasure, but no you're not allowed to cum yet. "You're so pretty like this" as he wipes your tears before going back to nip and bite at your thighs.
He would rag doll you as well untying you and flipping you over into doggy style and just teases you by rubbing his tip against your folds and just slightly pushing in before backing out and continuing his teasing giving your ass solid slaps when you push your hips back at him.
He would edge your soul out of you for hours and he's gonna wake you up a few hours later with his tongue after you fall asleep.
I need Xavier to rag doll me expeditiously.
Sylus
Type: Bondage | Spanking | Dacryphilia | Overstimulation | Breath Play
I know y'all have seen that one picture pose called "Dancing with you" and Sylus has his hand around your throat?????? What are we dancing to???? Are we naked????
Anyway....
Now maybe this is self indulgent but he's definitely using his evol to hold you in whatever position he wants you in. Since you couldn't listen to him we won't listen to you. He's two knuckles deep in you and is making you do all the work. He would have you ride his hand and make you work for it while he has the other wrapped around your throat cutting off your air and right when you cum he'd let go making you see stars.
Did he just make you experience euphoria?? You bet your ass he did.
He's not done with you though don't forget you were a brat throwing a fit in the middle of his meeting and couldn't keep your hands to yourself. He would eat you out till you're in tears "Keep your eyes on me" the second your head fell back in bliss he would stop causing you to snap your head up. "I gave you simple instructions sweetie" When you hit that point where you start trying to run from him he would stand up and tell you to "Keep it wet you know what to do" (Shout out Professor Cal) releasing only one of your hands and leaving to go finish his meeting.
YES! He would definitely tell his business call or whatever to give him a minute and he'd handle you then head back. Once he's done he's coming back and teasing you with his tip with his hand around your throat again. He doesn't mind spending the whole night taming you.
Side note: Sylus hates to see you cry .... unless you're crying from pleasure. "Fuck you're beautiful like this" he'd say and he'd kiss your tears as they run down your cheeks. Something about that dazed-euphoric look in your watery eyes and your wet cheeks gets his Ca-Cawk jumpin'!
I need Sylus to wrap those big ol hands around my throat and tell me "Relax you can take it princess"
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