#i drink monster a bit & like one can is enough for me for a day [if i can finish it even]
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Most normal energy drink consumer
#new tags time yippee#cj updates#so there's some old-ish tags here lol#i had this saved for a while actually. just didnt know if i wanted to post goofs yet#old tags:#i will say i personally cannot make fun of him for that#as i was [still am even] overly invested in drinking mnt dew#they used to sell a full liter mnt dew bottle for like a dollar at the stores near me & id take one to school a lot an drink the whole thin#[Sometimes id be able to get a whole 2 liter. Tho I couldn't drink the whole thing during the day [mainly just to save it for later rlly]]#which i would then have after the can id get every morning.....#im better now i swear#tho it was always very funny when i had a class with a friend where id slowly pull the very long bottle out from my bag#the face they would make is always so funny to me still#so i have a feeling i know *exactly* what face his teacher made#either like a mix of astonishment & confusion or its just disappointment#a âwhy are you like thisâ typea look#its great#however his story is still horrifying#i drink monster a bit & like one can is enough for me for a day [if i can finish it even]#maybe if i clutched onto that instead of mnt dew during school years id be just like him then#im in the good timeline thank god#rant over lol my bad
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slow down, be here
pairing: lando norris x reader
summary: after a long, frustrating day of training, a night in with you is just what lando needs to leave it all in his rearview mirror (2.4k)
warnings: teensy but of swearing, reader is in university but major is unspecified, lando being a certified menace
a/n: i was gonna post this sometime next week but the lando girlies (aka me) need some comfort after today's shitshow. may or may not have been entirely inspired by that video of lando in the white singlet. that look (however fleeting) did things to me okay
Youâre sitting at the kitchen counter when you hear Landoâs key in the door, one leg drawn up towards your chest, the other swinging aimlessly as you revise your notes last minute.Â
Well, more specifically, when you hear him drop his keys on the floor in search of the correct one right before he inserts it into the lock. Youâve loved him and lived with him long enough to know itâs something he does everyday without fail. Whether itâs because heâs got clumsy hands or heâs Pavloved himself into dropping them at the same spot, you donât think too much about it. The key drop signals that Lando is home.Â
What also signals that heâs home is the way he lets out the strangest sound youâve ever heard as he lets the door swing shut behind him after heâs let himself inâsomething between a sigh and a whine mixed with a guttural groan.Â
âIn here!â You call, taking the cap of your pen out from between your teeth. It only takes a few seconds until Lando emerges from the hallway, socked feet dragging himself towards where youâre sitting with a soft smile aimed at his rumpled state. âHi, love.âÂ
He plops down on the stool next to you unceremoniously, hooking his foot under the bar of yours to tug you as close as possible to him on instinct. His chin finds the dip between your neck and shoulder to nestle into, and the deflating sigh he lets out once heâs situated himself to his liking sends a shiver through you. âHi.â He mumbles, voice muffled.Â
âHeard youâve had quite a day.â You stroke a hand over his curls, smoothing them away from his forehead gently. Oscar had shot you a heads up text a little bit before Lando had arrived, saying that Lando might seem a bit put out when he got home. Something about a handful of tests not going the way they wanted, strategies not working out the way they planned. It sounds like enough to drive anyone crazy, but Lando is the type of person to take things especially hard.Â
Lando lets out a vague sound of acknowledgement. You can tell heâs exhausted and frustrated, and you know exactly what he needs to wind down after days like these. âIâll order takeaway for dinner. You go shower. Itâll probably be here by the time you finish up.âÂ
He gives a more content sigh this time, pressing a kiss to your pulse point. The tips of his hair tickle your cheek as he does so. âYouâre a gem, darling.âÂ
âTell me something I donât know.â You tease, pushing him away playfully. Heâs smiling big at you when you meet his gaze, something beyond fondness behind his eyes despite the tiredness as he does. âWhat?âÂ
âI love you.âÂ
âLove you too, stinky. Now go. Wash up before I make an executive decision and order sushi.âÂ
That gets your boyfriend scrambling to his feet fast, aiming a horrified look your way as he books it down the hallway. âYou monster!âÂ
You chuckle quietly, busying yourself with finding Landoâs favorite Italian spot on your delivery app. Soon enough, the food is ordered and all you have to do now is wait. Â
Lando reemerges from the bedroom just as you pull open the front door to grab the food from the delivery person. He figures youâve got it handled by the way youâre chatting nicely with them, so he busies himself with drinks.Â
Thereâs a bottle on top of the fridge that looks vaguely fancy, and though Lando doesnât know much about wine, Charles had gifted him the bottle a while ago for his birthday. He trusts Charlesâ taste.Â
He does his best to sound out the French on the label and shrugs, snagging two wine glasses to go along with it. By the time he finishes pouring a generous amount in each glass, youâve just closed the door, joining him in the kitchen with a massive bag of food. His brows fly into his hairline at the sight.Â
You twist your lips to the side in thought, wrinkling your nose as you study the bulging paper bag. âI mightâve ordered too much.âÂ
âGood thing I always rise to the occasion.âÂ
You glance up at him, setting it down on the counter in favor of sidling over to where he is, not even fighting the smitten grin stretching your lips as you maneuver yourself between him and the marble.Â
His curls are damp, messily towel ruffled and starting to frizz as they air dry. He already looks more at ease, comfier than ever in a pair of loose black sweatpants and a white singlet. You make a mental note to remind him to wear white more. It makes his tan skin glow, and it makes you not want to take your eyes off him.Â
Your fingers skate along the exposed skin of his chest, stopping once to push into those dimples in his cheeks that you love so much before moving up to link around the back of his neck. His hands find their way to your waist at the same time, sliding coyly under the hem of your shirt to rest on your bare skin.Â
In one fell swoop, youâre up on the counter, Lando nudging his way between your knees. He kisses you languidly, like he has all the time in the world to explore your mouth; long, slow kisses mixed in with brief pecks until youâre all but melting against him. Heâs familiar and solid under your touch, all flexing muscle and warm skin as your hands run along his arms.Â
After a while, Landoâs focus shifts to trailing open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck. On instinct, you tilt your head to give him more space to work and he takes it gladly, focusing on that one spot just below your ear that he knows for a fact works on you every time.Â
You sigh appreciatively at the pressure of his lips against your skin, the way his teeth nip at that sweet spot but his tongue sneaks out to soothe the sting just as quick.Â
Your fingers dig into his biceps as he continues his venture, but when he starts kissing along your shoulder, you squeeze a little harder. As much as you want to continue this, you remember youâve got food waiting for both of you. He stops immediately, perfect lips pouted, eyes wide when he comes back up to gauge your reaction.Â
âEat first, kiss later.â You explain, peeling him off you (albeit a bit reluctantly) before hopping off the countertop. He whines something unintelligible as you unload the food, but as soon as you push a container of his favorite pasta towards him, he seems to forget his disappointment.Â
The silence as you eat is comfortable, both of you seemingly more hungry than you thought you were as the food and wine begin to disappear. All the while, the space between the two of you grows smaller and smaller, until your elbows start to bump each other with each bite you take.Â
Youâve mastered the art of enjoying each otherâs company without having to say a word.Â
âWere you revising earlier? When I came home?â He asks after a while, jabbing his fork in the direction of your notes. A few strands of pasta splatter onto the counter with the action and you tsk, nudging him with your foot. The last thing you want is sauce all over your papers.Â
âYeah, I was. Just some final practicing, see if anything needs tweaking before I have to present my thesis.âÂ
âIâm sure itâs perfect. Youâve been working on it for ages.âÂ
You spear a chunk of tomato with your fork, dragging it around in the sauce aimlessly. âI dunno. Everything is there, but it still feels like somethingâs missing.âÂ
âPresent it to me.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âPretend Iâm the university board, or whatever, and present it to me. Maybe youâll figure out whatâs missing if you act like itâs the real thing.âÂ
âReally? Youâd do that for me?âÂ
Lando scoffs, looking offended. âBaby, Iâd do anything for you. Go on, do your little scholar thing for me. Iâll be the best fake board youâve ever seen.â You gnaw on your lip, unsure. The idea seems silly, but itâll probably work. âCâmon, bub. Youâve got a genius brain up there in that pretty head of yours, let me see it in action.âÂ
âOkay. Okay, fine, but you canât be mean! You have to be nice, âcause Iâm already freaking the fuck out about having to present next week and I donât think I can deal withââÂ
âFirst of all, Iâm never mean to you. Second of all, get the fuck up there before I take my offer back.âÂ
You stick your tongue out at Lando whilst you grab your papers at the other end of the counter, feigning swatting him with them as he bounces his way over to the couch. He settles in right smack dab on the middle cushion, grabbing a pillow to hug while you do a quick once over of everything. Then youâre ready.Â
You stumble through your introduction a little bit, but the words start flowing a few sentences into the body of your researchâdays, weeks, months of work having burned them straight into your brain. The longer you talk, the more comfortable you become, which gives you the confidence to set aside your notes for once. Part of you feels like youâre about to clam up and forget everything any second now, but you donât. You forge on like you were born to.Â
All that comes to a halt when you hasten a glance over at Lando, whoâs staring at you without a thought behind those gorgeous eyes of his, smiling goofily at you.Â
âLando!â You whine, pouting. âHave you even heard a word Iâve said?âÂ
Lando blinks a few times like heâs coming back down to Earth, letting a sheepish grin creep its way across his face. âNot really.âÂ
âSeriously?âÂ
âIâm sorry! You just look really pretty when you talk about things youâre passionate about. Itâs hard to focus on words when I look at you.âÂ
Well, you canât exactly be mad at him when heâs sweet like that. Besides, you didnât think heâd understand half of what you were saying anyways, and youâve found the answer to your problems. Nothing was missing. Lando was right, youâre fully prepared for your thesis presentation. You just needed to get your nerves out of the way.Â
âWorst fake board ever.â You huff.Â
âBut I just said you look pretty!âÂ
You prop a hand on your hip. âFlattery will get you nowhere, Norris.âÂ
âOh yeah? Nowhere, really?â He rises from his seat, creeping towards you with that glint in his eyes you know far too well. You know what heâs about to do, and youâre about ready to make a run for it.Â
He bridges the gap between the two of you faster than you think possible, catching you around the waist right before you can make your great escape down the hallway, hoisting you off your feet with ease despite your wriggling around like a fish out of water, and hauling you over to the couch. He tosses you over the back of it just as easily, following suit before you can scramble away.Â
Realistically, you should've anticipated the whip fast reflexes of a professional racing driver. Having a faster reaction time than the average person is part of the job description.Â
âLando, no!!!â You squeal, already breaking into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.Â
âMaybe flattery wonât get me anywhere, but I know what might!â He pins you down against the cushions with your knees clamped between his own as he digs his fingers into your sides viciously, ignoring your pleas in favor of grinning wickedly.Â
âI give up! I give up, pleaseââ You gasp, squirming under his relentless torture. One of his hands comes up to pin both your wrists down easily, probably so you don't punch him in the face trying to escape. (Youâve done it once before, purely by accident, but Landoâs never let you forget it.)Â
âSay that you love me.âÂ
âYou already know I do!âÂ
âWanna hear you say it.â He insists, jabbing you in the side threateningly.Â
You shake your head frantically. Youâre near tears at this point, stomach hurting from laughing so much. Thereâs no point in dragging it out any longer, especially when sweet, sweet freedom is as easy as telling the love of your life that you love him. âI love you!âÂ
âWhat was that?â He tilts his head, brows raising expectantly.Â
âI love you, Lando Norris.â You repeat, as steady as you can despite your breathlessness. That seems to satisfy him.Â
He gives it up entirely, wedging himself between you and the back of the couch, making himself comfortable as you try to catch your breath. You roll over onto your side so youâre facing him, allowing him more space to nuzzle against you. âYouâre a dickhead.âÂ
âIâm your dickhead, and you love me.â He replies smugly, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His arms worm their way underneath you and link up behind your back, legs tangling with yours. At this point, youâre not sure where you end and he begins, which is just the way Lando always likes it.Â
âAgainst my better nature, I do.â You sigh, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. He hums sleepily, exhaling in deep comfort. âIâm sorry you had a rough go of it today.â
âSâfine. Nothing youâve got to be sorry about. Youâve already made it better.â He mumbles. He already sounds like he's about to drift off.
âDâyou want to talk about it?âÂ
Lando lifts his head to look up at you, blinking slowly. He offers you a small smile. âNot really. Just wanna lay here with you and forget about it all.âÂ
âOkay.â You say softly.Â
You might not be able to help him with everything in life, but this, you can do. You thread one hand through his hair, smoothing through his curls in that one way you know he loves. Your other hand comes up around his back, fingers scratching a gentle path up and down his spine.Â
If Lando was a cat, heâd be purring right now.Â
Instead he opts for an appreciative groan, pushing his nose back into the warm nook heâd created. His lips press against your skinâonce, twice, a third time for good measure. âThank you.âÂ
Whether heâs thanking you for scratching his back or for just being here for him on the days he feels like heâs not at his best, youâre not sure, but either way you give him a tight squeeze and another kiss in lieu of a response.Â
Youâll do anything if it means making sure he knows youâve always got him.Â
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wrapped around your finger.
kenji (ken) sato x fem.reader
warnings: currently unedited; alcohol mention.
dedicated tags: @luneariaa since she adores kenji sato đ„°
{ you keep me wrapped around your finger | wrapped around your finger | i was caught up in your orbit | spinnin' like a bullet | i was wrapped around your finger | wrapped around your finger | then i shot back down to earth⊠}
there was a boredom felt coursing through your veins, and despite how you were living in a country where superheroes and monsters existed, it wasnât enough to spice up your lackluster life (unless you counted running for your life when these said monsters appeared, but you digress).
you were a young woman living in the heart of tokyo, working a simple 9 to 5 job as you came home to your cozy, one bedroom apartment. it was a mundane life, filled with your usual routine-
but every once in a while, when a giant kaiju was seen within your city, your life would take a turn for the worse as you had to run to avoid any collateral damage caused by ultraman and his less than savvy way of defending the country.
you had no idea what had happened to the beloved hero. one moment, he was as competent as can be, always successfully leading the kaijus safely out of the city with minimal effort-
and the next, ultraman would actively be struggling to defend the city from these attacks, more often than not causing the k.d.f. to enter the scene and clean up the mess made by the struggling âsuperhero.â
on several occasions, you considered leaving the country of japan to move to a more peaceful part of the world void of any kaiju attacks, but with how badly the current ultraman was doing, (and knowing your luck), the monsters would probably end up invading all parts of the world.
so, you decided to save yourself the hassle and simply stayed in tokyo.
currently, you were eating a simple meal of cup noodles, seeing the time read 8:16pm. while slurping up your noodles, you kept changing the channels on your t.v., the boredom felt seeping into your very soul as it made you a bit listless. a yawn escapes from your parted lips, with tears felt running down your cheeks. letting out an annoyed grunt, you slam down your half eaten cup of instant noodles, your gaze burning with a strange determination to finally get out of your apartment.
"how pathetic can i be, anyways? it's a friday night, and i'm here eating instant ramen like a loser."
you grumble while speaking to yourself, heading into your room to find a cute outfit to wear before heading out. the night seemed calm, with zero monster attacks, and with the lack of monster attacks meant that you wouldn't be witnessing the pure incompetence of ultraman.
when you were dressed cutely while wearing a light sheen of makeup, you grabbed your purse and placed the essentials within it: your keys, cellphone, and wallet. ready to have the absolute night of your life, you finally left the confines of your apartment after what felt like centuries.
the warm, spring air brought the scent of cherry blossoms as you walked with a bounce in your step across the sidewalk. you weighed your options of what you could do tonight, yet ultimately settled on getting some drinks at a bar somewhere. and who knows? maybe you'll attract some guy and have him pay for all your drinks the whole night. it's not like you had work the next day, so you were going to let loose tonight and allow yourself to enjoy whatever the night had to offer.
you enter the first bar that you saw, walking in with a smile on your face as you slide towards a free space seen on the counter. the bartender greets you with a nod while asking for what you'd like. you tell him your favorite drink, and before you could say anything else, you were aware of a tall man that stands beside you, sliding what appeared to be his sleek black credit card across the marble counter.
"put it on my tab, i'll take care of her."
you could feel your eyebrows raise up in response, meeting the man with the cocky voice as he takes a seat beside you. he was handsome, with ebony locks of hair and matching eyes coupled along with an even cockier smirk.
"what's a cutie like you doing here all alone?" his arrogant tone and manner of speaking was enough to make you want to shut him out, with you grabbing the cold glass of your drink before taking copious gulps from it.
"whoa, sweetheart, you might want to take it easy. don't want you getting sick after one drink."
"i'm sorry, but who the hell are you again?"
your question succeeds in making the gorgeous annoying man do a double take, clearly caught off guard by your question before visibly relaxing once more. a lazy sounding chuckle was heard from him as he extends a hand out to you, "my apologies for being rude, i'm ken sato, but you may also know me as the sole man that will make history in baseball."
you feign disinterest, acting like you had no idea who he was just to knock him down a peg or two. "sorry, i'm not sure who you are. i'm aware of how there are many baseball teams, but your name has never once come up."
ken ends up letting out a painful grunt while dramatically clutching at the front of his chest. "my lady, you wound me."
you hold back the urge to roll your eyes at him, managing to finish your drink as you thanked the bartender for his time before getting out of your seat and away from ken. seeing the way his gaze widens at the sight of your retreating figure, he quickly takes back his card from the bartender before chasing after you.
"oi, don't you think it's a little rude to leave without at least telling me your name?" you purse your lips upon witnessing his persistence, already hearing the smirk in his voice as he catches up to you. due to his long legs, he manages to reach you within seconds, the lazy grin still on his face as he saunters beside you. "come on, babe, don't leave me hanging."
"don't call me babe, sato."
"heh, i won't as long as you give me your name, babe."
you stopped walking, meeting his shit-eating grin as you folded your arms across your chest. letting out a gentle huff, you finally tell him the syllables that made up your name, watching as ken's smile grew even wider, happy that he was victorious.
ken steps closer to you, brushing back a few strands of your hair while repeating your name a few times, as if wishing to taste them against his lips. you felt your eyes go wide when his handsome features lean closer to you-
only to freeze completely when a beeping sound was heard coming from his watch. from your periphery, you saw it glow an almost painful shade of red, nearly blinding you from how bright it was compared to the darkness of the night.
"shit, i gotta go!"
as you were left absolutely dumbfounded in the middle of the street, the sudden roar of a kaiju's cry followed by the brightness of ultraman's suit was what finally broke you out of your reveries as you let out a string of curses while running back home to your apartment.
i should have just stayed home. you thought to yourself in an almost bitter manner, feeling angry when you couldn't seem to get the image of ken's stupidly handsome face from your mind.
{ ... }
it had been a couple of months since your first meeting with the egotistical ken sato, and you were happy to see him get some well deserved karma.
for starters, each time he was in a game with his team, the giants, ken was the one who seemed to struggle the most. (you tell yourself the reason you watched his games was because you wanted to laugh at him, not because you held the tiniest bit of concern for him.)
he still kept up his cocky personality, but you could tell that he was exhausted. the dark circles seen beneath his pale skin became more prominent as his body appeared to be a bit more gaunt than usual. it was obvious that he was losing weight, and you feared for both his physical and mental health.
but truly, regardless of how much concern you had for him, it wasn't like you could just go up to his house and check up on him. since he was technically a celebrity, you were certain that even he had some set amount of boundaries set in place.
in the end, you decided to simply mind your own business, not wishing to disrupt kenji sato's life-
at least, for now.
{ ... }
it was currently your day off, and you had kept your t.v. on to a random channel when you heard the announcement;
"don't change that channel, since after our commercial break, we will head to ms. ami wakita with her first exclusive interview with the star of the giants, kenji sato himself!"
hearing those words makes you stop wiping at your countertops, your head tilted in response to the announcement. admittedly, work and your own personal life had distracted you from keeping up with the news pertaining to ken sato. you had kept the baseball player in the back of your mind, and truly felt curious about this interview.
wiping the slight sweat from your brow with a handkerchief, you let out a sigh before grabbing a bottle of water from your fridge, uncapping it as you nearly drained half of the bottle with your fervent gulps. letting out a sigh of satisfaction, you return to your couch just as the interview between ami wakita and ken began.
to say that you were absolutely shocked upon seeing ken again would be the understatement of the century. not only did he appear better (aside from what you assumed was a broken arm), but there was a kindness seen in his gaze. he spoke softly and respectfully in reply to each and every one of wakita's questions, and you found yourself becoming mesmerized by the tranquility of his voice.
your eyes were glued to the screen of your television, watching ami as she continued along with her interview.
"you've proved the skeptics wrong, brought the team together and rallied the giants to their first championship title in years. that's got to feel good."
"haha, i can't take the credit, it was this team- these guys. i'm just happy to be a part of it."
âearlier, i spoke with shimura who said 'ken sato might be the finest player i have ever coached. he exemplifies what it means to be a giant.'
many critics, including myself, have noticed a change. what do you attribute that to?â
âi wouldnât be here without my family, simple as that. my dad, mom, they made this possible. i just wish she could be here to see it.â
âiâm sure sheâd be proud.â wakita reassures ken with a genuine smile on her face.
ken takes a moment, adjusting himself on his seat before taking out his phone.
âshe used to leave these messages, little things to help me get through tough times. mind if i share?â
wakita simply nods in response, allowing ken to press play on his phone as his mother's voice was heard:
"kenji, you're probably not even up yet, but i was thinking about you and i wanted to share a little list of hopes. i hope that you'll give your father a chance. whether you believe it or not he loves you with all his heart. i hope you'll understand us better- understand that we were just trying to prepare you for all the challenges headed your way.
and as time passes, and we fade into memory, i hope that you'll pass some of those memories, some of those lessons along. because in the end, it was all done with love, kiddo. i miss you. see you soon."
your eyes began to water, feeling the tears well up from within them after hearing such a heartfelt message. wishing to pull yourself together, you wipe away at your tears and shut off the television screen. your heart was felt glowing with a strange warmth, recalling ken's kind smile during such a heartfelt interview-
was this the same ken sato you interacted with all those months ago?
no; the pompous ken you had first met was merely a mask he had made for himself. the ken that spoke to wakita- now that was his true self. you were certain of it now.
deep down, you knew that you probably would never see him again, yet still, you couldn't help but feel immensely happy for him. there was a kindness and a light seen in his gaze now, making your prior worries pertaining to him melt away in response.
{ ... }
despite how the kaiju attacks still occurred, the world surrounding you seemed much more peaceful now-
especially since it seemed like ultraman had finally gotten his shit together.
his gigantic form walked with more confidence now, as he was able to send each wandering kaiju back into the depths of the ocean and away from the city of tokyo. his popularity has spiked yet again, especially after his heroic actions seen when he shielded the city from a bomb that was meant to take out what seemed like the entirety of the country.
altogether, you felt considerably safer now while living in this city.
once you clocked out of your job, you figured you could treat yourself to a nice restaurant, searching through your phone for some places nearby. you were so focused on searching for the best restaurant to eat at that you were unaware of the tall man standing in front of you, making your form collide with his as the impact left you gasping a bit.
"oh my god, i'm so sorry!"
"heh, don't worry about it, pretty lady."
your eyes go wide, recognizing that casual voice anywhere as you looked up to see a pair of gentle, dark eyes looking down at you. his face was partially covered by a baseball cap, but the way his hair fell across his face (further accentuating his handsome features) was a dead giveaway.
"ken...!"
you had no idea what prompted you to do this, but you couldn't stop yourself from throwing your arms around his neck. feeling your sudden embrace catches ken off guard as he takes a step back, steadying himself when he wraps an arm around you.
"hey, it's good to see you again, too." a rich chuckle was heard coming from him, and you found yourself trembling in response. hearing him speaking to you so gently now filled you with an inexplicable warmth. recalling his injury, you gasp and take a step back, "i'm so sorry, i forgot about your arm!"
"no worries, look." ken then holds up both of his hands in response, "see? i'm all healed. no harm no foul, really."
you felt the heat dye against your cheeks, clearly flustered now while speaking to this achingly sweet and soft version of ken sato. "t-thank you, really. uhm, so... like, i was wondering... ah..."
you found yourself struggling to get the words out, making ken look down at you while placing both hands into the pockets of his jeans. he waits for you to continue speaking, and you let out a deep breath before continuing, "i'm sorry, for being a bit cold to you when we first met-"
yet ken cuts off your apology by holding his hand up, "don't be, i was a complete and total asshole to you. you had every right to be annoyed with me, and honestly, no offense taken when the cold shoulder was well deserved."
you both end up laughing at the memory, taking a second to bask in the moment before you spoke once more, "listen, i was going to head out somewhere to eat dinner. would you like to join me?"
ken's eyes go wide as he gives you an eager nod, "would i like to join you? hell yes i would like to join you. did you have somewhere planned?"
you shake your head in response, "not exactly, but i figured we could decide together, maybe?"
a wide grin was then seen on ken's face, "are you in the mood for some amazing tonkatsu? if so, i know the perfect place."
"yes! i don't mind some tonkatsu at all!"
"perfect." ken then takes a hold of your hand, walking beside you as he remains on the side closest to traffic while striding across the sidewalk with you. by now, your heart was felt skipping its beats when you softly called out his name.
"hm?" ken faces you, and you gathered your courage before standing closer to him to press a kiss against his cheek. the kiss was a quick one, barely lasting a second before you immediately stepped away from him. you felt the heat return to your cheeks once more, catching the way ken touches at the spot where you had kissed him with his hand.
another rich chuckle was heard coming from him before he tells you, "you missed."
"eh?!" you turn around to face him again, only to see ken slowly turning his baseball cap around before leaning closer to you with a smile on his face.
"i said... you missed." finally understanding what he meant, you felt your gaze slowly narrow before closing your eyes completely, allowing ken's lips to meet with yours in a sweet kiss, setting your heart aflame with adoration for him as you gently kissed him back, completely and utterly engrossed in your own little world with him.
a.n. - so i just finished watching ultraman: rising just a mere few hours ago and had to write something for the new boyfriend material đ ken sato is so sweet and cute, and i get why he has tumblr in a chokehold right now. this is unedited, but i hope you readers still enjoy this!
all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.
#kenji sato x reader#sato kenji x reader#ken sato x reader#sato ken x reader#kenji sato x y/n#sato kenji x y/n#ultraman x reader#ken sato x y/n#sato ken x y/n#.stories
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Asking this anonymously also I wanted to mention I LOVE YOUR WORK SM!! Like seriously ur one of my fav monster fic writers
So my idea was riding your vampire husband and like heâs so blissed out that he bites you but like you liked it and he doesnât even realize until after he finished that you have a bite mark with blood slightly spilling out and of course, if he made the mess he has to clean it right? đ
You find your vampire lover sitting in their favorite chair and reading absentmindedly. You've been aching for him all day, and you can't hold yourself back anymore. you sit down on the floor between his splayed legs, resting your head on his thigh.
"what are you doing?" he asks, looking away from his book for a moment to glance down at you.
"Nothing," you say, innocently, he looks at you doubtfully but turns back to his book, dropping a hand to stroke the top of your head. You give him a few moments of peace before you lean forward and start kissing his crotch, pressing your mouth right over the fly of his pants.
"I fucking knew it- you damned tease," he snaps and tosses his book to the side.
"no keep reading your book I just want to suck your cock-" you try but it's hard not to laugh as you keep your mouth pressed to the soft bulge in his pants. he's just so funny when he's annoyed. He winds his hands through your hair and tugs your head back.
"if I let you have your fun you'll just tease and edge me all night until I get sick of waiting and fuck you hard, that's what you want right? let's skip the teasing and just get to the fun part" he snarls pulling you to your feet and pulling you into his lap, his hardening cock pressing against your thigh.
"teasing is the fun part," you tell him as he pulls at your clothes.
"Oh, you want to tease? let's tease," he snarls, pulling his pants down just enough to get his cock out and not bothering with the rest of his clothes.
He trails his hands down your waist, gripping your hips and helping you move up and down as you fuck yourself on his dick, it's been hours and he still hasn't let you cum. Your legs burn with exhaustion but he doesn't let you slow down to catch your breath.
Your Vampire lover loves the idea of teasing you and drawing out your orgasm- but in practice, it's more difficult to edge you when he was so close to cumming himself. His cock throbs inside of you. He braces himself by biting your neck, a familiar and comforting act as he tries to clear his head.
"Baby please- so close please let me cum this time," you whimper for what feels like the thousandth time. This time though, he doesn't slow down his thrusts or tell you to hold it. instead, he says:
"that's it pretty, cum for me, good girl cum on my cock let me feel it."
He kisses you deeply as you cum, with the way you tighten around him as you cum, it's not long until he's cumming too, spilling his seed inside of you.
you both collapse together catching your breath when he notices the bloody streaks down your throat and shoulder, looks like he bit you harder than he meant to. It's not fair, he doesn't even remember drinking your blood, he cups the back of your neck and brings you closer running his tongue over your neck, drinking the spilled blood before it can cool too much. He's sure to kiss your temple too after he's had his fill.
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how do you think roommate!kuroo would react if he promised himself heâd try to keep your relationship strictly platonic but then he quickly realizes he canât help but get jealous whenever you mention your guy friends?? đŒ
oh iâve been giggling over this and had to write a tiny blurb for this, thank you for asking me this & i hope you donât mind i ran with it a bit ! dividers by cafekitsune à·
roommate!kuroo can act indifferent all he wants, but whenever you bring up your guy friends around him, he can practically feel the little green monster invade his thoughts. he doesnât get why he feels so jealous, itâs not like the two of you had ever been anything more than friends. but whenever you bring one of the guys over to hang out, his mind wanders as soon as you close the door.
even going out for a run doesnât slow down his racing thoughts, busting back into the apartment to see you sitting prettily on the couch all cozied up in your loungewear.
âwhereâd you go off to?â you ask, tilting your head at him. âi thought you were a strictly morning jog kind of guy.â
âkeeping track of my routines, are we?â the tease falls from his lips too easily, but the bitterness on his tongue remains. despite it, he tries to keep his voice light. âhad a lot on my mind, nothing a little run canât help with.â
the moment he says it, he regrets it. instantly, youâre on high alert. your brows furrow, concern etching itself into all your features in a way that makes him feel like a spotlight is directly shining over him.
âwhatâs wrong?â you pause whatever movie you were watching and suddenly his mouth goes dry. because how could he explain it? heâs still trying to wrap his mind around it himself.
ânothing, just stress at work.â kuroo waves his hand dismissively, walking toward the fridge to grab his after run shake. there was only one lone premade drink left so heâd just have to make another one for tomorrow morning instead. mentally, he adds it to his to do list.
distinctly, he can hear your slippers move across the floor behind him. he almost doesnât want to face you but itâs too late as soon as he turns around and youâre right there.
in the cramped space of the kitchen and under your intensive stare, he feels like heâs being cornered and for once, his height is not benefiting him in the slightest.
âyouâve been acting off the last few days, though.â the gears in your mind are working overdrive and he canât help but sigh, reaching out to smooth the scrunched up spot between your brows in hopes of easing the tension away.
âitâs nothing.â his hand drops to his side all too soon as his other squeezes around the bottle. getting kurooâs true emotions out of him was like pulling teeth. a job that very few people would have the tolerance for, most just accepting his words at face value. but not you. never you. the only way to shake you off his trail was to give you a little honesty and luckily, he trusted you enough for that. âseriously, donât worry. i uh, donât really want to talk about it right now.â
âokay.â your shoulders slump a bit, respecting his wishes. for now. he knows youâll try again later, ever the worrier. but at least this buys him some time. âwhy donât we just order some take out and watch a movie tonight? take it easy.â
âyeah.â he perks up a little. a night on the couch with you sounded great and chased off the little green monster that was lurking inside of him. feeling somewhat victorious, he takes a sip of his drink before saying, âshould probably shower first though.â
âyeah, you stink.â as if to prove your point, you wrinkle your nose in disgust. but the smile on your face told him it was never serious.
âway to kick a man while heâs down.â his hand goes to his chest in faux offense as if he was tragically wounded. your eyes widen and he canât help but smile a little. chuckling, kurooâs hand finds the top of your head, giving it a pat before making his way to the bathroom. âthat little comment just cost you your vote on where we are getting take out, by the way. hope you like fish!â
he didnât need to turn around to see your scowling face. kuroo knows your favorite place, your go to order, and everything else in between. as much as he would like to order from his usual spot â he knew he was wrapped around your little finger as he started typing the number of your go to place.
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Big fan of your work.Can I please đ„șđ request you do a fix about introducing your male naga boyfriend to your family.His big and intimidating but the family are shocked S/O is dating a monster.
naga!boyfriend x human!Reader Good to know: no warnings
The bright summer sun blazes on the top of the cloudless sky as you and your boyfriend approach your parents' house. The cheerful sounds of laughter, sizzling barbecue, and clinking glasses drift over from behind the familiar building towering behind the white fence you helped to paint down several years ago.
You take a deep breath, feeling the flutter of anxiety in your stomach as you get closer and closer to the open entrance. The scent of grilled meats and vegetables fills the air, mingling with the floral notes from the garden. The family barbecue is always a big event, but this year, instead of excitement, you feel nervous and overwhelmed. There is too big of a chance for everything to go wrong.
"Remember," your boyfriend is the one who breaks the silence, "no matter what they think of me, you and I are a sure thing. We've got this."
You look up at him, meeting his steady gaze and gentle smile. His confidence is contagious, and you feel a bit of the tension in your chest ease. He is right. Maybe your family will have their opinion about the fact that you fell in love with a naga, but it doesn't have to do anything with your relationship.
"I know," you tell him with a deep breath. "Itâs just⊠I donât want them to make you feel uncomfortable."
The male chuckles softly, slipping his long fingers through yours to squeeze your hand comfortingly. "I appreciate that, but youâve seen me handle tougher situations. Your family will come around. And if not, well, itâs their loss."
He is right, you remind yourself, yet, for a moment, you hesitate at the front door, taking in the familiar picket fence and the well-tended, colorful flower beds.
âReady?â You ask, trying to keep your voice steady. The question is unnecessary and more about you than the male waiting beside you patiently.
âAbsolutely,â he replies with a confident smile. His eyes sparkle with an easygoing warmth, and his fingers around yours tighten, trying to ease the stress stretching across your chest and belly.
With a deep inhale, you push the front door open, leading him inside. The hallway is lined with family photos, and the faint sound of music mixed with the hum of conversations reaches your ears from the garden in the back. You guide him through the living room, giving him enough time to look around the wooden furniture, dark green couch, and tall bookshelf next to the TV.
"I see where your style comes from," he says, amused. The house is dominated by warm colors and earthy tones. It's comfortable and inviting, and you can't help but relax in the familiar environment.
Finally, you reach the glass door leading to the backyard. The garden is bustling and loud with your family: children run around, laughter rings out from the adults, and the grill crackles with sizzling food. The familiar mix of your father's spices is heavy and mouthwatering in the warm summer air.
Your dad is at the grill, flipping burgers and hot dogs with your uncles surrounding him while your mom is busy with others from your family. Nearby, your grandparents sat in lawn chairs, enjoying the warmth of the day with cool drinks in their hands and keeping one eye on the kids playing around them.
As you and your boyfriend step onto the patio, the lively chatter and laughter of the garden party fall abruptly into silence. The vibrant hum of conversations quiets down, leaving an almost tangible pause in the air. Every head turns toward you and your boyfriend, with expressions shifting from curiosity to surprise. You try to maintain a confident smile, but it feels more like a grimace. The silence stretches, growing heavier with each passing second you stand under their gaze. You can feel the weight of a hundred unspoken questions and unvoiced opinions pressing down on you.
Your boyfriend's squeeze on your hand shakes you up from your stalling.
Clearing your throat, you break the silence finally. âHey everyone, Iâd like you to meet my boyfriend." Your voice wavers slightly as you introduce him.
The male next to you offers a polite smile, his tail shifting slightly behind him. He is nervous too, even though he tries to be calm for you. âItâs a pleasure to meet you all.â
The garden remains eerily quiet, and you can feel the muscles of your face twitch as you try to keep smiling.
No one speaks. The awkwardness grows, making the seconds feel like minutes. Long, long minutes.
The gardenâs tense silence hangs in the air as you and your boyfriend still stand at the edge of the patio. The sizzling of the barbecue and the distant noises of the neighborhood seem far off in the background. Someone just arrives a few houses away, their car rumbles through the street. Someone else is busy mowing the grass. You bet all of them have a better time than you.
Just as you begin to worry that the awkwardness might never lift, a sudden burst of squeals pierces through the quiet.
With a small jump at the sudden sound, you look down to see your youngest cousin with tousled hair and chubby cheeks waddling closer and closer to your pair. Her face is flushed from playing and laughing around. Her eyes are wide and shine with wonder as she stares intently at the naga beside you.
The sunlight catches your boyfriend's scales again when he shifts, curling his long tail around himself, casting a dazzling array of colors that shimmered like a living prism. The toddlerâs eyes widen even further, and she lets out an enthusiastic squeal. âOh, pweddy!â She exclaims. Her tiny hands reach out as if to touch the light dancing on the otherwise bluish scales.
Your boyfriend, noticing her delight, crouches down to her level with a gentle smile. His scales shift and sparkle in the sunlight, reflecting a spectrum of vibrant hues. âHello there,â he says softly, his voice warm and friendly. You can see his expression and posture relax now that he can busy himself with a curious little girl instead of your family's shocked silence. âDo you like the colors?â
Your cousin nods vigorously, her face breaking into a wide grin. She claps her hands and giggles, clearly entranced by the play of light on the long tail. âMagic!â She shouts with glee. Her ponytail bounces on the top of her head and the decor on the tie glitters as she moves.
The sound of her laughter is like a breath of fresh air, breaking the lingering tension. Your family watches with a mix of amusement and relief as the toddler continues to marvel at the spectacle with excited 'ohs' and "ahs' every few seconds. Her chubby fingers slide up and down on your boyfriend's scales while he explains a few things about nagas that may interest the small girl.
"Pretty, huh?" You ask her with a relieved smile on your face.
Your cousin nods, still grinning. "Pink," she points out a few colors that catch her eyes as the rays of the sun dance on the smooth scales.
"Yes," your love nods. "And what is this?" He points at another color.
"Gween."
"That's right!"
"Oh," your mom gasps, adjusting her shirt as if she is just waking up. "Don't just stand there! Come! The food is almost ready!"
And with that, something melts around your family. The silent awkwardness eases until it entirely disappears, and your family starts talking and moving again. A few of them continue their previous conversation while the other come closer to introduce themselves.
"Wanna play?" Your cousin asks, not caring about the adults gathering around her and her new friend. Her small hand is already gripping your boyfriend's finger to pull him with herself.
"I think he will be busy for a while," you tell your mom, smiling at the sight of your male and the little girl as they make their way to the blanket spread out on the grass with toys all over it.
"That's fine," your aunt replies with a wave of her hand. "She ate not long ago. I don't give ten minutes, and she will fall asleep."
She is right. The next time you see your boyfriend, he is next to your father, talking about something with your cousin soundly asleep in his arms.
#monster romance#monster x human#monster x reader#monster boyfriend#sweet asks#teratophillia#monster fucker#terat0philliac#naga x reader#naga x human
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Siren Aemond x (fem) reader
TW: SMUT, dubcon, breeding (?), threatening, alcohol consumption (not much tho)
âI feel like this camping trip will be good for us! Thereâs nothing quite like reconnecting with nature,â Alys, my best friend since childhood, smiles at me as we set up our tent.
âIf thatâs what the birthday girl wishes,â I grin back at her. Weâve hiked to a hill overlooking a giant lake, green surrounds us from every angle. While Alys and I have practically grown up in our backyards, it's been a while since Iâve been in the woods, due to me having moved to the city five years ago for work. As an office worker, I have barely been able to take a few days off to relax, so for me to be able to come out into the mountains with my best friend is a miracle in itself.
The day is spent setting up camp, taking smaller hikes through the mountain and fishing in the lake next to our campsite. We are the only people weâve seen so far, but Alys and I both love the tranquility and the opportunity to be truly ourselves. The strange thing is that I feel like we are being watched the entire time as we fish. When I bring it up to the dark haired woman, she just shrugs.
âMaybe ghosts,â she jokes and though I may laugh along with her, I still feel the prickling sensation of a stare. It isn't until later that evening that I loosen up and forget about the piercing stare with the help of some alcohol and a fun campfire dinner (of ramen noodles) with my best friend.
âRight, well Iâm tired. Bedtime?â Alys gets up to start getting ready for bed. She braids her long black hair and makes sure her nose piercings and earrings are still in place before grabbing her toothbrush and toothpaste.
âGo ahead, I want to put my feet into the lake,â I take a flashlight and blanket with me to the shore, itâs early summer so my sweatpants and old t-shirt should keep me warm enough.
âOkay, see you in a bit,â she calls out to me and I simply grin back and make my trek down to the water that laps gently at the sandy shore.
I sit near the water, taking my shoes off and letting my feet soak in the cool water while admiring the brightness of the stars, full moon, and how tranquil nature can be. Just as I close my eyes, I hear an agitation in the water. I open my eyes to be met with one lilac eye and aâŠgem? I fall back after making a startled gasp.
âWhat the hell?!â I study the figure in front of me. Long, pin straight, silver hair that practically glows in the moonlight. A piercing lilac eye and a sapphire in place of the other eye. As the figure lifts itself out of the water more and more, I notice that what Iâm looking at is not human. I scramble to my feet and back away, studying theâŠthing in front of me that has a very apparent midnight black tail and a dorsal fin on his back.
âDid I drink too much? Iâm hallucinating, right? Merpeople arenât real, maybe Iâve read âThe Odysseyâ and other mythologies a few too many times,â I mumble to myself, mostly trying to convince myself that this isnât real. I flinch, however, when the monster in front of me chuckles, his sharp teeth on display. They look as sharp as sharkâs teeth, making a shiver go down my spine.
âHm, smart human,â his voice is deep, smooth, and sultry.
âNow the hallucination is talking, great. Alys! Alys, we may have a problem-â I turn to run towards the campsite, but am stopped when a slick hand closes around my ankle and yanks me into the creatureâs chest. My eyes widen, the creature is not a hallucination, I know this from his cold skin touching my back. His skin is wet, cold, and I can feel patches of scales while the majority of his chest is made up of soft and smooth skin. Right as Iâm about to scream the monster tugs me closer to him and puts his free hand over my mouth.
âSh, humans certainly are loud,â his mouth is so close to my ear, I can feel his breath drift from the shell of my ear to the side of my neck.
âBut you smell so perfect,â he mutters and if I wasnât panicking before I am now.
âPlease donât eat me! I swear I wonât taste good!â I managed to spit out from behind his fingers.
âEat you?â He chuckles, which should probably make me less nervous, as the words imply that he wonât be eating me, but it only makes me more anxious.
âHmm, no. I wouldnât be a good mate if I ate you, now would I?â
âMate? As in, like, friend?â I ask nervously, hopefully, after he removes his hand from my mouth.
âNo.â
âWell I donât know any other kind of mate-â
âHumans, so smart yet so stupid,â the creature growls.
âWell then, explain it to the âstupid humanâ, will you?!â I make my own snide remark, though my voice still shakes slightly with fear. He hums thoughtfully for a moment, turning my face slightly to the side so I can see him better. He traces my jawline and then my lips with his frighteningly sharp nails, reminiscent of talons. My eyes follow his nails as best as I can, fearing he might cut me.
âYou smell like you are my mate, and my mate must be an intelligent one. So, figure it out, darling. Iâve given you enough clues,â I canât think for a moment, Iâm so scared that nothing enters my brain. Then everything floods the gates of my brain. Mate: associate or companion, match or peer; (transitive verb) equal, match, or couple. CoupleâŠas in copulation? Well shit.
âYou canât be talking about the animal kind of mateâŠright?â
âVery good, the gods chose you well for me,â his grin is unnerving, partially due to the sharp teeth he has on display, but also because of a certain glint in his eye. Itâs dark, sinful and full of lust.
âSirens may live long lives, but heirs come approximately once every fifty or so years. We have certain years in our prime when we are more likely to produce heirs. When the time nears, we hunger for our mate. Our bodies will connect with the mate chosen for us by the gods, and it would seem that you are my chosen mate,â the creature explains while dragging me more into the water. No matter how much I kick and fight against him, his grip is unrelenting.
âBut Iâm a human! We canât mate!â The water is to my waist now, my sweatpants are soaked and it looks as though I wonât be able to escape his grasp anytime soon.
âIt matters not, I know sea witches capable enough to turn you into a mermaid or siren. Now, say goodbye to land, your feet will never touch dry land again.â
I look at him, confused.
âThis is a lake, where are we going?â
âOh, what a cute human I have. There are tunnels that connect this lake and a few others to the ocean,â he coos and explains while I frown, that shouldnât be possible. Even if it is possible, humans have done enough exploring around here to have known about that.
âItâs well hidden and guarded, humans would not have found it and lived.â
âTake me back, or I will scream. My friend will get help before you can take me out to sea,â itâs somewhat of a bluff, and apparently a poor one as the creature doesnât stop his movements of swimming us both farther from the shore. I take in a deep breath, ready to scream, when he slaps a hand over my mouth.
âScream, and Iâll sing so that friend of yours drowns in front of you, and it would be your fault,â he threatens and I immediately stop, not wanting Alys to get hurt.
âGood girl, thatâs my mate. You have some common sense after all, my darling,â he coos into my ear. He finally takes his hand from my mouth after not-so-playfully nibbling on my neck. A small squeak makes its way out of me before I can quell it. I feel his smirk on my skin before he kisses the spot he just nibbled on.
âWhat do I call you, my sweet nymph?â His velvety smooth voice is so close to my ear. I tell him my name and he hums.
âMy name is Aemond, though I wouldnât mind if you call me your mate orâŠmm, no. I canât wait to hear you scream my name over and over again until itâs all you know.â He moves me quickly so that my chest is pressed against his before he finally drags the both of us beneath the water.
Cold water envelops my body and my squirming bodyâs movements are halted by Aemond's arms wrapping themselves tightly around me. I try to hold my breath for as long as I can, but he had given me no warning before dunking us beneath the murky water.
In only seconds, although it feels more like hours, I run out of air. Aemond is close enough so that I can see his wicked smirk even in the dark water. The bastard can see that Iâve run out of air! Heâs practically reveling in it! My eyes shut after a moment, my lungs burn, and Iâm choking on water. I donât want to die like this.
Only a second after I close my eyes, I feel cold lips claim mine. My jaw is forcibly opened and air is pushed into my mouth. I suck in the air, allowing him to pull me closer.
I feel my shirt ripped off of my body.
I feel my bra get unhooked and forced off of me.
I feel him tear off every article of clothing that remained on me.
His claws feel every inch of my skin.
It almost feels like he is worshiping every freckle, stretch mark, bump, beauty mark, and scar. His hands draw circles and other shapes into my skin as I can do nothing but breathe in the air he is giving me. His finger circles my sensitive pearl like a shark does its prey. I try not to gasp too much, as Iâm still relying on him for oxygen.
Relying on him for oxygen. I hate this. I hate that heâs forcing me to rely on him to do something as simple as breathing. But most of all, I despise how good heâs making me feel. It feels like there's an electric current running through me, from the tip of my fingers to my toes. His tongue darts into my mouth and I feel my tongue caressing his.
His touch leaves me breathless, his lips starting a fire in me. He swallows my moans when his fingers leave my pearl alone and start to pump in and out of me. My walls pulsate around his pointer and middle finger while one of my own fingers travels down to rub circles on my clit. I donât know which of us breaks the kiss, but suddenly my head is tilted back and his lips are around my left nipple. A moan is drawn out of me and I regret that as soon as I accidentally breathe in water. I barely notice Aemond chuckling while I panic, needing oxygen. The panic breaks whatever spell like trance I was under and I am back to clawing at him, desperate for air. I see him roll his eye before flicking his tail and taking us above water.
I cough and gasp, not being able to get enough air into my burning lunge. As I am focused on breathing, I vaguely feel the sensation of Aemondâs hands wrapping my bare legs around his waist, where scales meet skin. I hadnât even noticed him gliding us through the water until my back met the cool sensation of a rock. I look around me, now noticing we are in a small cave. The cave is about ten feet wide, but there is air and that is all that matters to me at the moment.
Then I feel it. The sensation of being speared open by Aemond.
It burns at first, as it would if you arenât prepared well enough.
âYou can take it,â he grunts as he continues to enter me inch by inch. When he finally sheaths himself all the way in he stills his movements, allowing me to breathe and for my body to become accustomed to him. In the meantime, he places hot kisses down my neck, to my shoulder, and back up my neck.
âReady, little nymph?â I gaze into his lilac orb and sapphire in place of his other eye and give a short nod. He moves slowly but is so deep in me, that it feels euphoric. His lips meet mine again and I melt into the kiss. I canât hold back anymore, canât hold back the pleasure. Aemond feels so right, so perfect. It really does feel like heâs a match made for me by the gods. Our lips break apart and he dives his head into my chest, giving sloppy kisses down the slope of my breasts before stopping at my right mound. I throw my head back in ecstasy when I feel myself about to fall over the edge.
âCome for me. Let go and feel my love for you,â he moans after lifting his head from my breast. His lips let go of my nipple with a wet pop, before he moves his head down to the other nipple to give it the same treatment.
And I do, I fall right over the edge for what feels like an eternity. All I see is white, I can hear nothing but the blood rushing to my head. I canât tell if Iâm moaning or screaming his name, I only vaguely feel my mouth moving and the vibrations in my throat. When I come down from my high, I see him falling from his own high. Then I feel his essence deep in me, dripping out of me like honey when his member leaves my hot cavern.
âSuch a perfect mate,â Aemond breathes out, tugging me into his chest as his arms wrap around me.
âI canât wait to see you with our heir.â
Authorâs note: to anyone reading this: hi! Itâs been a while and Iâve really missed writing so hopefully Iâll start posting more đ€·ââïž BUT in honor of Halloween and monstober, I really wanted to post this fic. Also, Iâm gonna be so real, this is the first time Iâve ever written smut. so if anyone has any tips or feedback for me, Iâd love to hear it! Thanks for reading this far, I really hope you have a great day! And HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!đ
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Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ POCKET SLIME ! part two
FROM : cyno, tighnari / slime! gn! reader
SUBJECT : Â after fucking the brains out of your masters, cyno and tighnari senses thatâs something amiss. they suspect foul play and it has something to do with the cute stranger following them around. little do they know that youâre just a cute, innocent slimeâ well, as cute as you can be when youâre breaking them in.
LINK : (1) kavetham
( back with the monster doujin agenda bitches; dubcon; throat fucking (tighnari); multiple tongues (tighnari); prostate teasing (nari); i might have a thing for prostates idk; smut is making me discover myself; tentacles; knotting; my inexperience bleeds thru my writing; ahegao; mindbreak )
when the gang meet up for another one of their friendly tavern meetings (usually forced into a genius invokation showdown by cyno), tighnari and cyno senses something off about their seniors. for one, kaveh doesnât immediately jump on the opportunity to send a disdainful comment at alhaithamâs way, nor does the scribe make the effort to make a snide remark about kavehâs drinking. instead, they make eye contact, blush, and avert their eyes.
cyno and tighnari raise their eyebrows at each other. âmaybe they finally resolved the underlying sexual tension,â cyno suggests, to which tighnari gives him a hard nudge on his side. the mahamatra hides his snigger under his cards, but behind them he narrows his eyes to observe his seniors a bit more.
the conversation with them is stiltedâ the two roommates are distracted and dazed, and they have to snap them out of it every minute or so just to bring them back to the topic at hand. sometimes they whisper to each other, uncharacteristically forgetting about tighnari's hypersensitive ears, but thanks to that he hears some interesting things.Â
"where are they?" alhaitham hisses to kaveh, to which the blonde looks frantic and confused.
"i don't know!" he whispers back, albeit more worried than his counterpart. "what if they got lost? or attacked? ah⊠maybe i should pick them up. this is all your fault!"Â
"my fault for training them to fit into human society? please," haitham scoffs. "if they're gonna live in my house then i expect them toââ suddenly, the tavern doors slowly creak open, and a shy head pops out to survey the room. the duo immediately snap their heads to look, and the newcomer brightens up when they lay their eyes on them.Â
cyno and tighnari watch as they rush towards the two and engulf them in a hug, nearly knocking them from their chairs. their speech is incomprehensible to them, like gurgles, but it seems that kaveh and alhaitham understand it enough to hold a fretted conversation with them. kaveh is fussing over them, checking their body for any injuries, while alhaitham demands a full report on their day.
âwent to the market, like masters told me to!â the newcomer beams up at them. they hold up the bag they were carrying, full of groceries, and kaveh coos and brings them in for a tight hug.
âoh you poor, poor thing!â kaveh bemoans, tearing up at your innocent smile before shooting haitham a sharp glare. âi cannot believe you sent them out like that without telling me! you know they donât know anything yet!â
haitham is about to retort, before cut off by the stares of their two juniors. âuh, excuse me,â cyno speaks up, staring blankly at the obviously non-human entity in front of him. âis that your child?â
haitham and kaveh choke. you smile even brighter.
â§.* TIGHNARI
TIGHNARI whose gift of being hypersensitive to everything lets him know what exactly type of creature you are when you walk through the tavern doors. it should be obvious, with how your body jiggles and the muffled squelching from your sandaled feet. the baggy clothes do well to hide most of your body, but TIGHNARI is one of the best researchers, and thereâs no use hiding anything from him.
youâre a slime, but one that he hasnât seen before. haitham detects TIGHNARIâs curious gaze and clears his throat. he explains how kaveh picked you up and how you revealed your ability to shift into a humanoid form (though he leaves out the filthy details for his dignityâs sake), and makes a request: that TIGHNARI look after you. there are many things that they donât know about you and your special condition, and who better to trust this topic of research to than amurtaâs leading researcher? haitham expresses that itâd be nice if they could take their hands off you for a while, and when TIGHNARI asks why, the pair averts their gaze and mumbles something about you being too distracting.
TIGHNARI who brings you to ghandarva ville and starts inspecting you. you let out a bubbly laugh every time he pokes and prods you, and even a few surprised squeaks when he touches the more sensitive spots. he observes how you vocalize and how your jelly constitution contributes to how warbly your speech sounds. you are made out of elemental energy, just like how normal slimes are, and yet he canât grasp on how the hell youâre like this. some sort of experiment maybe?
whatever you are, TIGHNARI deems you useful enough to help around the village for your stay. he canât have you revealing your identity to the villagers just yet, so youâre usually cooped up inside his home. the extra limbs you can make is useful, and you serve as a good cushion whenever collei drops something. he does feel bad for imprisoning you somewhat, so he makes a point to return to you as soon as possible. when he comes back, he can usually find you in your round slime form moping on his bed, only to quickly revert to your humanoid form when he walks through the door. un(?)fortunately, shifting shapes doesnât exactly give you any clothes, so whenever you leap on him to welcome him back, he usually gets a faceful of chest.
TIGHNARI who one day comes home more tired than usual, stressed out by a group of stupid adventurers who angered a pack of rishboland tigers. he wants nothing more than to sleep, and apparently you can sense that, with how you slowly approach him. his tired eyes note how worried you look and he puts that info aside for later. âtired?â you cock your head, observing his slumped shoulders and drooping eyes. âi can help! have helped masters kaveh ân haitham before!â he thinks youâre offering a massage, because what else could you be offering? so he nods and lies down for you to do your work.
TIGHNARI who absolutely does not expect a cold tendril to snake under his clothes, and he yelps when he feels your weight on top of him. youâre smiling down at him with your usual innocent, brain empty one, but he feels something darker in your gaze. you giggle when more tendrils come out of your back, and they carefully peel off his clothes (your masters have scolded you over and over again about melting their clothes) . âwhâ [your name]!â TIGHNARI sounds panicked as you strip him, and tries to cover himself up as he blushes under your intense gaze. âthis is nowhere near appropriate! stop this at onceâ ah!â
you peel off one hand off his chest and admire his lean muscles. he shivers when he feels your cold fingers lightly circle his hardening nipples before they trail down his sides until you firmly plant your hands at his waist. he tries to squirm out of your grip, trying to deny the heavy haze settling over his mind, but you only lightly laugh while you saddle him. âbeen very long~â you purr, nuzzling his face and pouting up at him. âhavenât fed from masters in a long time. nari will give me food, yeah?âÂ
âf-food?â he lightly gasps in between your stroking. âi-if you want food, you could just ask meEE~! a-ah, stop that, y-youâŠ!â too late, though. youâre licking and kissing all over his face, body grinding over his crotch as you shower him with your way of love. you grab his face with both hands to properly face you, and you eagerly devour his lips. your tongue parts his lips for you to dive in deeper, and TIGHNARI, giving in to the temptation, leans in towards the kiss.
you smile at this and press even deeper, your tongue wrapping his and stroking it up and down like it was cock. he should be ashamed at this filthy display, but he was too lost in the pleasure as he wraps his hands around you and brought you even closer. something sprouts from the back of your mouthâ more tendrilsâ and his eyes widen when they join the single one in his mouth. more of them explore his mouth, obscene squelching noise reverberating in his head, and two even coil together to fuck his throat deep. the stimulation makes his toes curl and his fingers dig into your jelly mass till theyâre sunk in deep.Â
when you finally pull away, TIGHNARI choking as the tendrils slither out of his throat, he looks up at you. you smile at your workâ fluttering and hazy eyes, tongue out, heavy panting, and a deep blush. âwh-what was thatâŠ? what did youâŠ?â
 giggling at his curiosity, you open your mouth. âbeh~â a multitude of tendrils squirm in your mouth, in place of where a human tongue should be. âmaster kaveh likes this very much! he trained me to do it~! and now, nari loves them too, yes?â he blushes harder, but he canât find it in himself to deny it. âkaveh, you filthy degenerateâŠâ TIGHNARI makes a mental note to give him a good talking to later.
he finds himself staring at your tongues, rubbing his legs together as he remembers the pure ecstasy of fitting them all inside his mouth, and gulps. he's a respected amurta researcher, leader of the forest rangers⊠he shouldn't be lowering himself to such acts. but⊠but! TIGHNARI whimpers as he tries to soothe the fire inside him, his ears flattening. they felt so good⊠and well, this does count as research, right?
"[your name]..." he softly calls out, shyly taking his pants off as he stares at you hungrily. "p-please⊠i'll feed you even more, okay?" he can't believe what he's doing right now, but he slowly spreads his tiny asshole and looks at you pleadingly. "do it to me more, please ⥠?"
soon, TIGHNARI finds his legs stretched up to his head, and the mischievous grin you give him as you eye his pink hole. there's something so deliciously depraved about this position and how it leaves him vulnerable to your attacks, and he can only watch through fingers as he hides his face. he watches as you lean in and lick his hole a few times, wetting and teasing it altogether, and gasps everytime your tongue passes over it. when he grinds into your mouth hoping youâll do something⊠more, you laugh at him before finally fucking him with your tongues.
TIGHNARI who has his back arched beautifully, gasping and moaning as he stares wide-eyed at the ceiling. âah~canât b-believe this feels soâ ah!-- so gooood~âĄâ the feeling of two tongues coiled around each other, thrusting in and out of his ass like another form of cock, has him seeing stars. perhaps itâs his animal instincts, but he quickly gets hooked on the feeling, and he grinds his ass in time to the thrusting of your tongues. âoooh, ngh, deeperrr~ go even deeper~âĄâ he grabs your jelly hair and starts moving your head back and forth, using you like a dildo so he can satisfy himself.
he knows you can go deeper, that you have the ability to shove your tongue so deep youâll form a new womb. but you donât, and he knows itâs on purpose by the mischievous glint in your eyes. âooh ⥠wh-what are you doingâŠ?â he sobs, thrusting your head harder as he tries to make you hit his prostate. âitâs not enough, not enough! make me cum, make me cum pleaseee!â but youâre always just an inch too short, barely grazing over the bundle of nerves but never truly touching. TIGHNARI hiccups as he grows even more frustrated.
you slip out of his grasp, as fluid as the slime that you are, and smile innocently at him. ânnoooo can dooo~â slowly, you finally align your cock at his hole, the tip nudging against the hungry little thing. âcanât have nari cum yet~ studied so much for him~âÂ
âs- studyâŠ?â only when he finally takes a peek at your cock, does he understand the meaning behind your words. a fat pair of balls, and a large, throbbing cock with a knot at its base. ah, you naughty little slime⊠you must have been reading his animal biology books while he was away, werenât you? he doubts you understood anything from his complicated textbooks, but no doubt you used the images for reference.
he swipes a tongue on his lower lip, and uses his hands to present you his needy hole. ah~ he canât help it at all~ heâs a man, a male fox hybrid⊠so why are the instincts of a vixen overcoming him? his mindless heart eyes stare hungrily at your cock, and pushes against the tip in hopes that you finally get to fuck him.
NARI who doesnât think anything but your cock and your cock alone, whoâs presenting himself like a bitch in heat. through his tears of frustration, he sobs for you to finally set him free from this agonizing torture. â[your name]~â he whines, like the debauched bitch that he is. âbreed me, breed me pleaseeee âĄâ
â§.* CYNO
CYNO who feels the same feeling of oddness from tighnari as he did from haitham and kaveh. when he goes to visit you and his friend, he can see the blush on the fox hybridâs face whenever youâre brought up. he averts his eyes and fiddles with his fingers, looking away from him in an attempt to hide his growing blush. itâs exactly how guilt criminals act like, and his interest only piques.
when tighnari leaves for a patrol, CYNO enters his home to take a look at you. he doesnât know what exactly tighnari has done with you, but it must be something bad to get the ever-collected researcher to act this distracted. he sees you in the normal slime form, that round squishy ball of cuteness, and a small surprised squeak from you when you see him has you morphing into a human form. a sound of surprise escapes him when you morphâ naked body and allâ and when you hug him, literally melting into him, he freezes. now he understands tighnariâs reaction.
CYNO who has you kneeling down the floor and is about to lecture you on the importance of clothes until you pout up at him, and he canât help falling for that cuteness. âthought cy came to play with me?â an arrow struck his conscience. âwhy is cy so mad with meâŠ?â another arrow struck his conscience. he doesnât really have the heart to make you suffer through a lecture when youâre just a slime who barely knows the ways of humans. he sighs, a palm to his head, and decides to just observe you for now.
ecstatic to be closer to your mastersâ and nariâs friend, you quickly show him around tighnariâs house. itâs something that CYNO has seen a thousand times before, but there are some added furniture for you. thereâs a hammock by the window for you to sleep on (you add that nari is too shy to sleep with you, much to the generalâs added interest), plants that serve as your snacks that nari cultivated to have elemental energy, and you pull out some of tighnariâs textbooks that you say you read in your spare time. judging by the way you keep pointing at the illustrations, thereâs no doubt you can read a single letter of human language. but youâre cute when you happily describe the pictures anyway, so CYNO smiles fondly.
âhere!â you flip to a page on animal biology and point to a jackal, then points at the headpiece that CYNO put away by the door. âreminds me of you!â he hums, scootching to you closer to get a better look. you donât have any heat like how a human should, nor do you have the temperature of a pyro or cryo slime. dendro and geo slimes have this earthy scent to them while youâre scentless, you donât zap him like how an electro slime does, and youâre clearly not anemo since youâre made out of some liquid. he should check on nariâs research on you later.
âand this!â you flip to another page, and CYNO suddenly starts choking on his spit. a picture of two jackals mating takes up a quarter of the page, and he hurriedly closes the book. he canât have an innocent thing like you looking at such things! when he looks at you to warn you about these kinds of things, heâs greeted by your lusty leer as you press your noses together. â... they remind me of you too, cy~no~âĄâ
CYNO who you quickly consume with your smile, the lower half of his body completely seated in your jelly body, while the upper half leans on your chest as a cushion. you give him no time to struggle as you wrap your arms around his lean chest and lean in to lick his ear. he shudders at the new sensation, gasping as your tongue pokes and prods just at the hole. heâs clinging to your hand as you tease and blow his ear, and you giggle when a particular puff of air sends him shuddering in your touch.
âcyno~â you hum, one hand to trail down and twist his nipple. he moans at the sudden pain, and you take it as a sign to continue further. you pinch and tug at his cute brown areolas, giggling when his jaw slacks as he continues to moan and drool. âcyno is very cute~ like masters haitham and kaveh~ and nari-nari too~âĄâ
it should come as a shame to him, for the general mahamatra to succumb to such pleasures and be downgraded with a label like âcute.â but he finds himself only nuzzling into your hand when you cup his cheeks, and moaning when you press a sloppy kiss to his cheeks. âgh~⥠i⊠i donât understand this feeling~â he pants into your mouth, looking at you with a lust half-lidded gaze. ââs all tooâ a-ahh⊠âĄâ too muchhh~âÂ
âhmm⊠cynoâs never had sex before?â his inital judgment was wrongâ you were nowhere near innocent. âthatâs okay~! i can teach cyno sex like the maker taught me!â giggling, you tighten the mass around CYNOâs cock and watch as he gasps and sinks even deeper into your chest. âfirst, you go shhlick!â CYNO gasps when he feels multiple tendrils slowly enter his ass, slowly thrusting in and out to accomodate the slowly growing length inside him.
âh-huh?â while the slime inside him slowly expands, CYNOâs eyes widen when he sees a little bump on his stomach, and he hurriedly puts his palm on it as if to push it down. âwh-whatâs going on? why⊠why is my stomach like⊠like that?â
you giggle at his confusion and panic, pressing a sweet kiss on his ear to which he shudders at. âcy-cy is very innocent, hm?â you gently clasp his shaking hand and slowly caress the little bump. âthat is my cock inside you! and soonâŠ~â you thrust up, eliciting a girly yelp from the white-haired man. âsoon, my baby will be there too!â
before he can even question your words, your slimy length starts pounding him up and down. each thrust his prostate, and CYNO can barely process his feelings right now as you continue driving the slime deep into his ass. his legs shake while sunk deep into your slime, and through the translucent [color] mass he can see his hard cock leaking pre-cum. âo-ooh~⥠f-feels so goood âĄâ his shaky moans is almost lost in the indecent wet slapping of your sex, and his eyes roll backwards when you squeeze the jelly around his cock. âahhh~ah, ah, ah fuu~ck ⥠ooh, yeah, fuck me deeper into my hole pleeasseeeeâ thank you thankyouthankyouthankyouuuu âĄâĄâ
soon, you press CYNO onto his chest, your slime body beneath him accommodating his nipples by creating suction holes that suckle on them nonstop. his sweaty back faces you, and in the back of his mind, heâs thankful enough that you donât have to see the absolutely fucked-out look heâs been wearing this entire time.
âcyno is very good at sex~â you hum, lovingly stroking his hair while you continue thrust into him like a beast. âyou can cum into me, then youâll be just like my masters and the others~âĄâ
â§.* ITâS A THREESOME!
you lean back on TIGHNARIâs chair, enjoying the show before you. two tentacles drive themselves deep into CYNOâs ass, leaving him no room to breath as they fuck a bump into his belly. sobbing at the overstimulation and sapped out of energy after being fucked for over an hour, his hands grip tighnariâs own as he incomprehensibly cries out pleas of mercy.
his friend, on the other hand, is a bit more energetic. tighnari grinds against the breeding cock fucking into him, a wide and satiated smile distorting his usually calm features. his rhythm is downright animalistic, and his eyes are only fixated on your knotted dick as he watches it slide in and out of his wet hole. heâs drooling, eyes empty with nothing but sexsexsex behind them, so in love with you and the pleasures you offer that theyâve morphed into hearts.
âp-please⊠breed me more, please âĄâ nari can feel the knot slapping against his ass, and cyno watches in shame as his best friend sobs trying to shove the entire thing in. âkn-knot me, please ⥠fill me with pups⊠your pups âĄ! [y-your name] iâm begging youuuu âĄâ
ân-nariâŠâ cyno whimpers, holding the foxâs hands tighter. âcanâtâ ooh âĄâ canât think anymoreâŠâ
you giggle behind them, suspending them midair as you and your limbs pull them closer to you. âyou donât have to think anymore cy-cy âĄâ you hum, stroking his chin before kissing him deep. both of you can feel tighnariâs hungry stare as you and cyno share a sloppy kiss, and you soothe his growing jealousy by shifting your attention and kissing him too. while cyno sits by dazed, nari eagerly laps up all the slimes you have to offer, taking them in like a man in a desert. âno one has to think at all âĄâ
they can feel your cocks pulsing inside them, evident in the way they begin to pound themselves on your lengths. while cyno struggles to take your squirming tentacles to their base, tighnariâs broken laughter fills the air as he readies himself to take in that breeding knot. soon enough, hot and viscous slime erupt inside them, and their bodies arch in a silent scream as they feel you giving them more than they could take.Â
the general goes slack in your hold, body twitching and spasming as the tentacles spurt more wave after wave of sweet nectar inside him. tighnari releases a moan of relief as you force the knot all the way in, and when you pull, he squeaks as he gets pulled alongside your cock. he gives you a pouty glare whilst his partner stares slack-jawed at the ceiling.
ah~ if only your creator could see you right now, fulfilling the very reason you were born to do. you wonder if heâll be very proud of you, to have the four of the finest men in sumeru succumb to your temptations. he had always told you that you were less slime and more of a demon, anyway. you donât exactly know what a âdemonâ is, but judging by the happy and satisfied looks on your friendsâ faces, youâre sure that itâs something that makes humans verryyy happy, right ⥠?Â
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One of your stronger demon ocâs: hey babe you interested in trying a new kind of foreplay? Itâs called demonic possession
Their match: *looking confused* you already possess me though?
[Already talked about Livius with this, so why not good old Santi? Fem reader.]
The incubus laughs.
It's that same old rich, deep noise that had your knees weak the first time you heard it, and still manages to make you warm up briefly. Santi gives you a calm, lidded and loving look, it feels just the tiniest bit patronizing.
" Mm, that I do. "
He swirls his glass of sangria idly. You know he's not going to drink, its only purpose is to match your own set of cutlery, to make it feel as if Santi is having dinner with you, when he's really just keeping you company as you fulfill your basic human needs. You can't really complain about this though, the demon goes out of his way to order excellent dishes for you, and he never fails any of the "human meals in a day", as he put it.
" However- " The world rolls off his mischievous tongue. " I was using the word in a literal sense, love. "
You choke on the steak. " E- Excuse me? "
His head tilts, some sort of realization coming over that pale face when he studies your reaction. " No no, excuse me- I should have explained this to you better. "
Santi steeples his fingers for a moment, pauses, then plays with the glass some more, tracing its golden rim.
" You're familiar with the concept of demonic possession, right? " He starts, tone slightly more serious.
A shiver crawls up your spine, not exactly the most pleasant kind. " Y... Yes. Isn't it something horrific though? It's supposed to hurt! And deform someone's body! It can kill me! Why would you- "
" Easy. " Santi calls, watching your rambling get out of hand.
" Santi, that's insanity! You want to make me crawl the walls and start chanting things?! That arouses you? I don't think my body can- "
" Love. "
The more forceful tone silences you, but by no means is your apprehension quelled. Your appetite seems to fade in the face of possible danger.
There's a sigh from the monster in front of you.
" And this is why your silly little horror movies keep causing a divide in our society... "
That catches your attention.
A less inviting frown sits on Santi's face. " Possession gets an incredibly harmful reputation from your precious Exorcist movies. Each one more ludicrous than the last. "
It's your turn to frown. " Don't sit there and tell me that those things don't happen, Santi! Possession is done for all sorts of things and I'm not stupid enough to buy a lie that it's all sunshine and rainbows... "
You expect him to get even more upset, but instead, the incubus shakes his head, setting the glass down to look you in the eyes. " But it doesn't have to be that way, love. "
He continues when all you do is cross your arms.
" You've seen a hundred movies about demons with ill intent tarnishing the bodies of surfacers... But you've never seen a movie about a demon possessing the person they love, have you? "
Silence. He lets those words splay onto the table like a winning hand in a tense game of cards.
And, truth be told, you have nothing to counter that with. Because he's right. You have never heard of such a thing as possession between lovers.
" ... That's real? "
" More than real. " The high-ranker responds softly. " It's one of the most intimate thing you can do with an infernal partner. " Some of that earlier playfulness shines again. " And it can be so fun. "
You gulp, looking to the side. " It's dangerous. "
" Not if done properly. " Santi's quick to cut in. " A calm, willing vessel and a strong emotional connection will make it a much smoother process than the painful spasms you're privy to in your Halloween hits... "
It seems he has an answer for everything.
" Not to mention, as the bearer of my mark, you already have a little bit of me in you. It wouldn't be your body's first contact with my essence. " He's back to tracing the rim of the bottle, smelling it briefly, sharp pupils watching the berries in it sway before studying you once more.
" Why... Why do you want to do this? " It still sounds strange to you.
The dark fiend is silent for a few seconds, then leans forward on the table, glass set back down so his chin can rest on the palms of his hands. A grin with more teeth than lips threatens to cleave his face.
" Because it gets me really hard. "
... Can't fault him for lack of honesty.
Clearing your throat, you take a sip of your drink so you can think of what to say next. You need to pick your words right or this conversation will escalate to Santi playing with himself at the table.
" I could guess as much. "
" You're still hesitant. " He points out, piercings jingling as he tilts his head.
" I guess... What I'm more worried about is, how long it'll last. What you're going to do. What... What're the terms? "
His brows raise. " Treating this like a deal? How clever of you! Alright, here are my terms. "
Santi straightens, and although his smile is endlessly lascivious and wanton, he speaks clearly and slowly.
" I want to possess your delicious body for three days and three nights. During that time, you can hear, see, smell and feel everything that happens. You can talk to me and you will be given periodic control to perform certain tasks. "
He starts.
" I want to use it for both our pleasure, and I will be having sex with people I determine can service us well. I will not disclose to these people that you are possessed. " There's a beat of silence, before he adds something in forethought. " Although it may look as if some acts will be painful, you have my word that only pleasure will reach you. "
The meaning is not lost on you. " So you want to make me sleep with huge monsters? "
Santi winks, amused to be caught.
" That's relative, isn't it? What monster isn't huge compared to a human? Why I'm fairly huge to you. "
Your eyes roll. " What a charming non-answer. "
The incubus' jovial laugh is almost infectious.
" Come now, we'll see. "
It's your turn to make a move. Wide, blinking puppy eyes are cast towards the handsome demon. " Can't you even give me a pointer, it's my body after all... "
" Is that an agreement I hear? " He hums.
" Answer the question. "
Santi makes a quiet chuckle. " Very well. " Dark knuckles crack, he stares off for a moment, licking his chops. It's the signature look of a pervert looking forward to the near future.
" I have an idea as to who our first bedwarmer can be- "
" Of course you do. "
" I really do. " He snorts, the suave look breaking entirely for half a second where his amusement is so great he cannot help it. Santi waves for you to keep eating, waiting until you have a bite to continue.
" So, there's this bakery close enough, I've been meaning to take you there for a while now because I hear stuff there is divine. Anyhow, the guy in charge of it is really interesting. You know mindflayers? "
The very same bite you just took flies out your mouth, back onto the plate. The incubus stares at it for a second, then wheezes quietly. " Taking that as a yes. "
" Aren't mindflayers... Kind of reclusive? And evil? "
" Well, typically, yes- "
" And this one runs a bakery? "
" That's what I said- "
" What is he selling, brain croissants?! "
Santi barks out a laugh that nearly sends spittle across the table, having to look away from you, clutching his midsection and cackling like a madman.
" That's the thing- " The incubus clears his throat, nearly losing his composure again. " This one is very interesting. He's uhm- I'm not sure what the process is called, but he's a loner. Swore off people brains, or so he says. Trying to make an honest living! "
Slowly, you try once more to finish your meal. " And you want to fuck with him. "
" No... " The way his lips wobble at your deadpan is enough of a tell. " I want you to fuck him."
You make a face at the idea of laying with a mindflayer.
" Mhm, don't look at me like that. " Santi purrs.
Beneath the table, you feel his tail gently loop around your ankle, squeezing.
" Have you never thought about it? What can a lover with such long tentacles do to a cute little thing like you? How will he take advantage of your weak, simple-minded nature to do whatever he wants? "
When you gulp, it's not just because you need to swallow your current mouthful.
" Let me paint the scene, love. "
The incubus seems to be getting short of breath, the thrill of his own lurid fantasy forcing him to bite his lip and trace his own horn piercings with restless fingers.
" You're hardly dressed, the peaks of your nipples poking out a sad excuse of a top and your skirt so short the smallest brush might bare your cuntlips. You're hungry, we're hungry, so you walk into this cozy looking bakery to get yourself something sweet. Oh and many are the treats in that glass display, but the most appetizing of them all is the big man carrying a hot tray from the kitchen. He's tall, a peculiar mindflayer with a strange skintone and unusually thick build, his tendrils cascading longer than you'd expect. The look on his face is one of complete focus as his boots thump softly on the ground. Until he sees you, that is- "
Your attention to this little tale he's spinning is more rapt than you'd care to admit. Not that you need to, Santi can tell.
" His latest client. A human girl with this cute little smile and doe eyes. Mister Roland, you ask so sweetly, I've been told such wonderful things about your talent and pastries. You're oh so charming, so enticing, the poor baker can't deny the thoughts that course through his perverted mind. He wants to bend you over his counter, wants to spread you out before him and force your legs apart with his long nimble appendages. You'd make such a fine stress-reliever to rut into during breaks, wouldn't you? And you'd love getting stuffed full of illithid cock, right? You're begging for it after all... "
" God, Santi- " You mutter under your breath.
" Hm... Maybe all it takes is some simple conversation, letting those fantasies foment in his mind, building into a desire so pungent it would make even me crawl the walls. You tilt your head, kick your legs, lid your eyes and invite him away. He wouldn't mind a little interruption, surely. And then, oh then- With a little bit of my help, you'd turn him into a drooling beast. A species thought so impervious to all sorts of manipulations, all but barely able to think of anything except the taste of your pussy, the hug of it around his cock- He's lonely, lonelier than he's ever been now that he's on his own. You're probably the first thing he's going to fuck in a small eternity. Ideally, we get him here. Want to know why? "
Santi points to the bedroom, where a large mirror resides.
" I want to see him hold you up in those practiced hands and pound you into a pulp with his tendrils wrapped all around you, neck tits thighs, flicking your dirty little clit- Oh he may not eat your brain, but he's certainly going to fuck it out of you. "
" Holy shit, Santi- " You nearly yell.
" Fun, right? I told you. You just have to start believing in me a little more. " He's back to weirdly smelling the sangria.
The silence that follows is thick and heady, he lets you process the canvas he painted for you with a soft rumble of anticipation. You dare not look into Santi's eyes, because the depravity you'll find there will doubtlessly steal your will.
Fork and knife neatly arranged, you push the plate forward.
" I... I want a safeword. "
The way he lights up like a Christmas tree is impossible to miss.
" Of course, love. " The incubus sighs dreamily. " We can pick one tomorrow. Now, if you're done eating, let's get you to bed. "
" Because, after all, you're going to have a long couple of days ahead of you. "
#Santi oc#yandere monster#yandere teratophilia#monster boyfriend#terato tag#monsterfucker#monster x reader#not sfw
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a chain of sick and sleepy boys
it hits legend first
The chain had ended up in Wildâs Hyrule. And honestly? Legend was tired. Scratch that, exhausted. Theyâd been walking for what felt like days on end and They werenât even near Hateno yet!Â
With a groan, legend adjusted his hat and trudged forward
âI think you woke up on the wrong side of the bedâ a familiar voice said next to him , small huff left him, a small glare on his features as he glanced over to her, the exhaustion being more obvious now up close.
âNot all of us can just sleep anywhere like you, yâknow. Some of us actually have problems sleeping in forests where monsters could pop up out of nowhere.â He said with a glare âIâm pretty sure the monsters will wake even me up , until then Iâll sleep soundlyâ she shrugged her shoulders no care in her tone He rolls his eyes, going quiet again as he glanced forward. The old Hylian was starting to drift a bit, eyes unfocusing. It was only until Time put a hand on his shoulder that he snapped back into focus.
âYou sure youâre alright?â
Legend gives a shrug he lets out a half sigh, half yawn.
Iâm fine. Just need to focus. Donât worry about me.â Waving time offÂ
You look like youâre gonna pass out.â He huffed, slightly annoyed at the words.
âIâm fine Just got a few more hours of walking. I can last through that..â
TThe old man didnât look convinced in the slightest.
the old man says theyâll stop as soon thereâs a available chance.Â
Legend was going to protest, until Time gave him that Look again. Instead, he lets out a defeated sigh, mumbling under his breath about Time being a worrywart.*
While Time went to tell the other of the plans to make camp, she and Legend were left alone. He glanced at her, the annoyance now being more obvious on his face.
He said nothing, but he did tilt his head at her, still waiting for the others but still willing to talk. âgrumpy pants , just what did you eat to get sick? You really do need to stop picking things up out see on the side of the road.â He gave a scoff, crossing his arms as he looked away.
âI didnât eat anything bad. Iâm just tired, thatâs all..â â could be both for all I care. Your sleeping and taking some medicine when we stopâ she said leaving no roo more arguing in her tone Legend grumbled to himself, rolling his eyes at her suggestion. Even if the idea of being able to sleep did sound nice right now. Heâd never admit that he hated the fact that she was right though.
âFine, whatever.. He rolls his eyes âmhm you know Iâm right , now I see that time has found a spot so letâs get you set upâ He simply huffed at her words. But, nonetheless, he began to begrudgingly follow Time and the others to where theyâd be camping for the night. He didnât say anything until they eventually got to the spot and started to get the camp set up. Now out of sight, he slowly walked over to one of the logs nearby and sat down, resting his arms on his knees.
She comes to him with a unfamiliar liquid to him, He looked at the liquid in her hand with obvious confusion, an eyebrow raised. But, nonetheless, he took it.*
âWhat is this? âNyQuil , and when you wake up Iâll give you some DayQuil, itâll help you feel like your not dying and get you some sleep. She responds He gave her a skeptical look, eyeing the liquid as he slowly took a drink of it.
âHow do I know youâre not trying to poison me this exact moment.â âif I would , I would know better and do something else, giving it straight up to you ? Come on you know Iâm smarter than that.â He paused, before letting out a defeated sigh. And honestly? She was right; he knew she was smart enough to not outright poison him. Which means this was probably safe-ish..
âYeah. I know thatâŠ.I trust you.â *He set the cup down, taking the bottle from her instead. He looked at the bottle for a few moments, looking for any clear signs of danger. It wasnât until he looked at the label and saw exactly what it was that he gave a nod.
âYeah⊠that checks out.â
*He took another sip of the liquid, feeling it begin to make him feel even more tired than he already was. She noticed his eyes droop , âitâs gonna do that , come on letâs get you some dinnerâ helping him back to camp Despite his tired state, he tried to protest against her help.
âI donât need help walking. Iâm fineâŠâ *He muttered, although it lacked the conviction of any normal protest. Not to mention that his steps were slightly wobbly as he tried to follow her back to camp.she huffed and just threw him on her shoulders, not caring what the others might think Legend let out a small gasp as he was just suddenly hoisted up over her shoulders. He tried to struggle for a moment, a little embarrassed at the fact that he was just suddenly picked up like a bag of potatoes
âHey! I said I didnât need help walking..!â â And have you fall? I donât think your pretty boy face can handle that, can it?â Legend flushed slightly at the comment, mumbling as he tried to fight back the embarrassment.
âIâm not a damsel. I can walk on my own..â *He muttered, still struggling against her slightly. But the fact that he was exhausted didnât help his case. âif it helps you feel less embarrassed I let off right before we reach camp.âÂ
Reluctantly, he stopped struggling against her, allowing her to carry him the rest of the way. He had a small pout on his face, the fact he was basically having to be carried was already embarrassing enough for him letting him down and going to wild to retrieve their bowls. Legend silently thanked her as he was set down again. Taking a small moment to regain his bearings
Meanwhile, Wild was preparing food for everyone. Heâs obviously still worried over how Legendâs been, but he trusted that sheâd be able to look out for the other as well. She sat next to him , hoping he can still eat. Legend was tired, yet as soon as he got a whiff of the food he was presented with, he somehow had the energy to sit up and dig in. He was almost shoveling the food into his mouth before he even realized it After a bit he was passing out into her arms , her catching him and putting him into his bed roll carefully laying him down she took his sword and put it to his side Legend practically passed out the moment the weight of his head hit the soft bedroll. He let out a silent sigh as he cuddled into it. Despite wanting to protest over the way he was being treated like a child, a big part of him deep down actually liked the care he was being given. He fell asleep and heard the woman and the chain talk about just he got sick with him wanting to argue but he didnât have the strength to do soÂ
The chain was obviously worried for him, all of them were. Although, the main 3 worried the most: Time, Four and Wild. They didnât like seeing their friend looking so sick, or the fact that they had to stop the adventure so Legends could rest.
Time was the voice of reason in the group, as per usual. He was keeping the others from waking Legend to question him about how he was feeling. She told them it was possible he got food poisoning from something he picked up in the trail , or that he was sleep deprivedEveryone nodded at that, although they were still worried. Four spoke up after a few moments, his voice being soft yet worried.
âHow long do you think heâll be out for?â âNyQuil will keep him asleep for about ten hours , so heâll sleep in just a bit, heâll still be a tad sick in the morning but Iâll give him some DayQuil to help with that, and just maybe if I pull my strings right, hell let he carry him so he can sleep more, cause all he really can do is sleep it off with the help of the medicineâ she says while making sure heâs still breathing
Time gave a nod, a small exhale leaving him. The old man didnât like seeing his friend sick, not one bit. But, there was nothing else they could do for now. The best thing to do was to just let him rest and let the medicine work as it was supposed to.
âThank you for the help with this. I know Legend can be stubborn with needing care at times..â
âItâs alright , if I didnât it would spread and it would sucks for everyone , I have a better immune system then most of you, so itâd better be me then you cause Iâll get it just a bit while the rest of you would get it bad,
She gave a chuckle,â
đ€ âreally all you have to do to get him to listen is throw him around a bit , heâll eventually give inâ
A small smile appeared on the groupâs facades. Time chuckled slightly at the idea, while the rest couldnât help but to imagine different scenarios where they could just do that. The idea alone did make them feel somewhat better, knowing that itâd likely be a good way to get the cranky hero to listen for once. She waved them off to their bed rolls , offering to keep watch on them and her hero that had gotten sick, being able to take care of any night troubles that may occurÂ
Time was about to protest against her offer, but Wild ended up being the first to speak. He gave a small bow of his head in gratitude.Â
âThank you. If you need anything, be sure to tell us.â
he said, before going to his bedroll and getting settled as the others did the same, but not before they each thanked her as well. âYea yea, you ainât be able to help if you donât restâ Â
Time chuckled at the comment, letting out a small sigh. Nonetheless, they all listened and began to get settled, their eyes fluttering closed one by one as they got comfortable in their bedrolls. little while later she heard legend tossing and turning , he stated to turn green in the face She quickly sat up, looking over at Legend. It didnât take her long to realize that he was about to get sick. And probably not too far from her own bedroll..
âAh hell..â *She muttered, moving quickly over to him and rolling him to his side.
She had a bucket in hand, to try and catch everything she could . Her quick action was met with him suddenly jolting up and emptying the contents of his stomach into the bucket. Legend looked absolutely miserable, a sweat forming across his face as he tried to breathe through his mouth.Â
âgotta breath through the nose buddyâÂ
she said so softly as not to startle him and gently started cleaning hisÂ
face clear of the sweat and taking off his dirtied tunicLegend was only barely coherent as he tried his best to follow her words. His breath was shaky, and he was definitely still nauseous, but her voice was keeping him somewhat grounded. That didnât mean that he didnât try to object when she started to take off his tunic, though
 It came out as a weak attempt to protest. âHeyâŠwhatâre you doing..?â
âI promise Iâm not gonna hurt youâ still soft in the voice she replaced what had took off him with a white cotton shirt , getting her eyes turned as much as possible bit so she could still work He was too exhausted and sick to argue with her in any sort of effective way. Besides, he knew that she wouldnât try to do anything bad. So even though he muttered something along the line of âthis is not helping my image-â  he let her work, simply flopping back onto the bedroll once she had finished changing his shirt. He was too exhausted and sick to argue with her in any sort of effective way. Besides, he knew that she wouldnât try to do anything bad.
She started cleaning his face and knew that she would need to wash his bed roll , with as much gentleness as she could muster she lifted him up , not swaying as much as she could and laid him in her bed roll he was still mostly out of it. But he still managed to give a small mumbled complaint as he was moved into her bedroll.Â
âHeyâŠI can..I can still walkâŠI donât needâŠ.â he protested, but it was interrupted by him groaning again. He felt absolutely miserable, yet too tired to try to keep fighting. She places him down and grabs the soiled things and goes to the steam nearby still the camp in her line of sight She could hear him move in her bedroll as she left. A soft groan leaving him. He tried to pull himself together as he laid in the bedroll, but he was still feeling far too ill to try and sit up. Which left him basically stuck in her bedroll, waiting for her to come back.*she returned with a offer of a bath , with minimal help in her end of course just offering to do what he needed and nothing more unless otherwise asked. It was obvious that he didnât want to accept her help. He was a stubborn hero after all. But the part of him that was exhausted and tired of feeling gross was telling him to accept it. His brain was a little too messed up right now by the medicine to put up much of a fight.
It only took a few moments of his internal argument before he mumbled âyesâ to her offer. He was probably not going to remember saying this in the morning..
 she lifts him up and leans him on the edge of them water and turns so he can strip and pull himself in ,it was honestly a miracle that he hadnât thrown up on the way to the water. He was extremely unsteady on his feet, but he managed to get himself to slowly strip out of most of his clothes.
He hesitated just a moment when he was about to get into the water. But he eventually did, slowly lowering himself into it with a soft hiss of relief, the temperature feeling nice on his sweat covered skin.*She returned and asked his permission to wash his hair , with shampoo he didnât recognize form her world but that looked niceÂ
Legend slowly looked up, a small groan leaving him as he considered the offer. Admittedly, washing his hair sounded heavenly right now. He was far too exhausted and achy to do it himself. So, against his better judgement, he softly agreed, closing his eyes and waiting for her to begin.she started scrubbing his longer hair doing her best not to tug but to make sure she got the knots she did that twice to get all the grime out. He sat there, allowing her to work through the knots and dirt in his hair. It was obvious that she was being careful and gentle with her work. He let out a small hum of pleasure as she managed to brush out a hard to reach knot, his eyes fluttering open as he let himself relax into her hands. She had introduced him to the idea of conditioner not to long ago he recognized the smell as she massaged it into his hair, it took a moment for him to register the familiar scent of the conditioner. But once he did, he let out another hum, his eyes closing again as he leaned further into her hands. He didnât say anything, but it was obvious by his body language that he was silently telling her that it felt good. Her not aware of the bunny situation it was a little odd that he thumbed his leg like he was a bunny when he was enjoying itÂ
He leaned all the way into her hands now, the hums he was letting out sounding almost reminiscent of purring. It was pretty clear that he was enjoying his hair being massaged by her. He even started to very slightly kick his foot, almost as if he was a cat that was being petted.she noticed and gave a small chuckle unknown to his embarrassment, she patted his neck and offered him a washcloth signaling he could wash his body, but if he wanted she could too At first, he was embarrassed by her laugh at his actions. He was a Hero, he wasnât supposed to be acting like some sort of cat. But the embarrassment vanished when he heard her offer. He hesitated again, but he gave a small nod, mumbling a quiet, âplease..â She tapped his neck so he would turn itÂ
He nodded quietly and did as he was asked, tilting his neck to the side so she could continue. He closed his eyes and sighed as he waited for her to begin cleaning his body. she scrubbed and the washcloth instantly dirty , so rinsed and did his other side of the neck , rising to again , with the hand that wasnât busy she was massaging the washed neckÂ
He let out a soft sigh again as the warm water and cloth worked across his skin. It was soothing, especially being so exhausted and achy still. His body relaxed into her light massage, leaning into her hand as she massaged his neck. She moved to the shoulders massaging while she worked He let out a small moan as she worked at the tight and strained muscles in his shoulders. They were practically boulders, but he honestly likes how her massaging them sent a small tingle down his spine.Â
She found a knot in his shoulder and put down the cloth and went at it.Â
He let out the moan again as she managed to get the knot out of one of his shoulders. He nearly went boneless as it was slowly worked out, his head dropping and his eyes half lidding in pleasure. she told him he could sleep if he wished she wouldnât hurt him when he was this vulnerable He wanted to argue, he wanted to stay awake. But the way that she was massaging the tight muscles of his shoulders, it was really working to get him to relax and feel sleepy. Especially with the fact that he was still sick and sleep deprived. But he really didnât want to give in to the sleepiness. So, he shook his head a bit to try and wake himself up more.Â
she hummed, finding no more knots in the shoulders she moved to his arms He shifted a bit in the water as she began to work at his arms. Although, this time it was probably because her hands on his arms were making him shiver slightly, even though they were warm, and the water was warm. His head drooped forwards a bit more, a small groan escaping him again. getting all the knots once more , she lightly kissed one scar she knew he didnât practically like.
He froze for a moment as she kissed one of his arms, his breath catching in his throat for a moment. He was surprised that she was acting so gentle with him at the moment, it was almost hard to believe. Although, when she kissed his arm, all he could really pay attention to was the spot her lips touched, a warm feeling spreading across it. He let out a very very soft whine. she kissed all the scars she knew he hated on that arm, and did the same to the other wash, kiss repeat.
He kept letting out soft small sounds as she kissed each and every single one of his visible scars. It was hard for him to keep from shuddering every time her lips touched his skin, the feeling of her lips sending tingles up and down his arms. After a while, he found that the noises he was letting out were starting to sound more and more like small moans of pleasure. she gave him a smile and very gently kissed his cheek He felt his face start to flush and grow hot in embarrassment as she kissed his cheek. This time he shivered, his breath catching in his throat once again. The hero felt incredibly overwhelmed at the moment, but he also felt too tired to object to what she was doing. So, he simply let out a small whimper and turned his head to try and hide his embarrassment. she gave more smiles and ribbed his cheeks and asked him how he wanted his legs washed , him or her He let out another small whimper as she started to rub his cheeks. By now, his face was absolutely red as he tried to avoid her gaze. He was silent for a while, trying to form the words to answer her. But, after a few moments, he finally spoke.
âY-you..â
He mumbled softly, the word leaving him before he had time for his mind to object. she had turned him so one of his sides was on the river bank, not looking to the best of her ability , she washed and massaged the first leg He let out another soft moan as she went to wash his legs now, his body relaxing against the river bank. He kept his eyes closed as he tried to focus on staying awake. But, as the warm water and her hands continued to work on his legs, that task was becoming increasingly harder. and as she finished her first leg , she kissed one of his larger scars, filling to his other side and did the same thing there , removing all tension in his legs, still kissing every scar she found He tried to keep his breath calm as she began to massage his second leg, but the constant presence of her hands on his skin was making it incredibly difficult. The fact that she was continuing to kiss his scars only added to that. By now, a soft stream of whimpering breaths and moans were leaving him with each kiss, his legs shifting slightly in the water.*she let him face away for, her gain putting his legs down she moved to his back*He was blushing and breathing heavily by now, his skin flushed from the constant attention to his scars. As she moved to his back, he couldnât even try to hide the pleased hums and moans that he was letting out. His back was a sore spot, and her hands on his skin felt heavenly.Â
she washed and massaged still kissing every scar she found , with care and attention to every fine detail
His breath kept getting more and more unsteady as she continued to work her way across his scarred back. He couldnât help but let out louder and louder moans, his body becoming like puddy in her hands as she massaged the tense muscles. Her lips against his skin were sending small jolts of electricity up his spine. She let him soak for a moment as she went to get him clothes , he heard him lets out murmurs to himselfÂ
He let out a soft whine as she left, his eyes flickering open lazily. He felt extremely relaxed, his body feeling as if it had gone boneless. But, when he heard himself murmur a protest against her leaving him, he quickly snapped his mouth shut, realizing that he didnât mean to voice his disappointment out loud.
she returned clothes in hand she put the to the side and returned to his head He turned his head back to look up at her when he heard her return. His eyes were still half lids, tiredness and sickness and the attention she had been giving him slowly making him feel even more dizzy and tired. He wasnât even really paying attention as she moved to his head, just letting out a quiet hum as she began messing with his hair again. she rinsed the conditioner out and massaged his scalp he practically purred as he felt her begin to rub and massage his scalp, the feeling sending even more tingles down his spine and sending an even stronger dizzying feeling to overpower the exhaustion. His eyes had slowly fluttered closed again, his head tilting back into her hands as he let out a satisfied hum of pleasure. She risned out All the soaps she had put on him , she offered him support getting out , keeping her head turned as she did
He took her aid in getting out, leaning on her heavily as he shakily stood up. He wasnât even really paying attention as she kept her head turned away. He was too focused on staying on his feet and not giving in to the dizziness that was trying to overpower him. she gave him every clothing item he wore to bed only fulling facing him when his bottom half was clothed.Â
He was just trying to focus on getting dressed, feeling far too tired and dizzy to focus on much else. He didnât even notice that she was intentionally averting her eyes as he slowly clothes himself. By the time he was dressed, he slowly staggered backwards and sat down on the river bank again, a small groan leaving him as more exhaustion crept over his mind.she was made aware he was goons faint any second and had him leaned his back towards her chest as she stared to brush his hair He let out a small whine as she helped him lean backwards against her, his head falling back against her chest. He was too tired to fight back against her, so he just let out another small hum and closed his eyes, slowly succumbing to the exhaustion and falling further into her hold. His head was starting to loll to the side as she began to brush his hair, exhaustion fully starting to cloud his mind she brushed his hair and lotined him up , putting creams in his hair , then tying his hair up He leaned back against her, letting himself fall further and further into the exhaustion that was taking over his senses. He mumbled incoherent mumblings as she put his hair up, the feeling of her doing these things almost lulling him to sleep. By the time she was done, he let out a small whine and buried his head into her shoulder, breathing slowly evening out into a slow sleepy rhythm.
with a tad of embarrassment she lifted him up and took him back to camp the supplies she used carried in her other hand He mumbled nonsense and leaned himself further into her hold as she picked him up, completely succumbing to the exhaustion as he allowed himself to collapse against her body. He was completely out of it at this point, his consciousness slowly slipping into sleep as she carried him back to camp.
she laid him back on to her bed roll gently covering him up and letting him sleep , she noticed one of the others waking up He mumbled something unintelligible as she laid him back down, burrowing himself further beneath the bed roll with the last of his strength. His eyes were half open for a moment as she laid down beside him, but they soon fluttered shut again as he continued slipping into the sleep he desperately needed.warriors sat up since he smelled something like flowers and her wondered why not really caring why legend wasnât in his own rollÂ
Warriors sat up in his bed roll and sniffed the air for a moment, trying to figure out what was off about the scent that was around in the air. It was probably the smell of the lotions and creams, the scent of which was clung to legend . He looked across the camp for a moment as he sat up, his eyes catching of where legend was currently asleep in a separate bedroll from his own.
âHe got sick in the night just cleaned him up a bit , heâs gotta a fever going which isnât a good thing gotta see if he sleeps it offâ Warriors got up and started walking over, taking note of where legend was feeling a bit warmer than usual. He could tell he had a fever by just touching his forehead and looking at his flushed and warm skin. With a sigh, Warriors gently sat down beside him and reached up to start to brush a few strands of loose hair from out of his face.â You can go back to sleep , Iâm just making sure your alrightâ Warriors hummed as he kept himself sat beside legend , slowly running his hand through his hair as he watched him. He gave a small nod in response to her and kept his focus mostly on keeping his hand in the Heroâs hair as a small comfort for him.
Warriorâs slowly started to drift off sitting where he was, slowly leaning back against the ground. His hand was still slowly running through the Heroâs hair, the motion helping to keep him still somewhat conscious as he slowly began dozing off himself.
âits just a chain of sleepy boys not heroâsâ she said to herself, with a chuckle she put some blankets on him.
Warriors was very much falling asleep where he sat, legend was sound asleep despite the fever he was sporting. Luckily, they both looked quite comfortable at the very least, the Hero burrowing himself into the blankets given to him
The pile just kept growing , someone would wake up notice legend not in his roll and Join next to wars. they just kept coming!, and every time she would cover them up with Blankets
 the group continuing to join the pile of sleeping boys. It definitely was a very unusual occurrence, especially considering the fact that almost every single one of them were supposed to be very serious and strong heroes. Yet, here they were, completely out like a light in a pile of blankets and limbs.
Eventually it reached time, and instead of seeing a grown man with a level head you say a mischievous little boy in him , and he did too join the pile of men
as he stumbled over to the rest of the sleeping boys. He didnât even really say anything as he joined them, slowly falling into the pile with a yawn and closing his eyes to try and go back to sleep.
and it was just her left to sleep , staying true to her word , that she would hear the monsters before she could see them, she joined the pile leaning up towards legend , feeling him snuggle up to her, she leaves a kiss on his head, and she joins the sleeping world too
Once she had joined the pile with the rest of the sleepy boys, the whole group was practically cuddling with each other. Time was snuggled up on her left, with Warriors snuggly wrapped around her arm on her right. On the other side of Time, Wind was tangled around his feet, Legendâs head resting against her stomach. And on all sides of Wind, the rest of the heroes were either cuddling each other, or snuggled against her. It was a very comfortable and warm group of sleeping boys. Legend subconsciously muttered in his sleep as she kissed his head, snuggling closer to her out of instinct.
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Love Bite
Perhaps in another life, one where she was still living, you two could've been something. If she had a heart that still beat maybe you wouldn't look at her like she was a monster.Â
Masterlist AO3
A/N- I would let Valeria feed from me.
Tags/Warnings: Vampire Valeria, Power Imbalance, Blood, Blood Drinking, WLW, Unrequited Pining, Slightly Sexual Themes
Two, tiny goldfish mindlessly swim around in their tank. Their orange scaled bodies turned vermillion by the low red lights in Valeria's office. The tank isn't small, but it's not large either. You feel bad for the fish. It must be maddening to only be allowed to swim within such a limited perimeter for the rest of your short, short life. You shiver and pull your blanket tighter around your shoulders. Not that it does much good. This coldness is inside of you is like a disease. Thin sheets of ice covering your delicate, mortal organs. Your heart works overtime to try and supply you with the proper amount of blood but it just can't keep up the demand.
You needed money. The only jobs available to someone of your skillset didn't pay enough. Not even the cheapest apartment was cheap enough. There was one job that paid very well. Ever since Vampirism started making it's rounds within the human population, those infected were afflicted with heightened strength, stamina, and cravings. The newly infected quickly adapted to their new lives and decided they were superior to the uninfected. The Dark Days, is what they're called. Thirty years before you were even conceived Vampires had waged war on Humans. Trapping and slaughtering them left and right. The Rebellion were a large group of humans who didn't roll over and die. They bit back, and hard enough to earn the begrudging respect of the Vampires.
Negations were hashed out and governments were formed. Parliments and parties of Humans and Afflicted (the technical term both medically and politically.) to protect the rights of both groups. Although the Vampires remain at the head of the seat, metaphorically speaking. While it is illegal for Vampires to go out and hunt and kill free standing people, they still reap the most benefits of the new barbaric system. Criminals who receive the death sentence are given to vampiric guards to satiate their hunger. The afflicted can get by on animal blood, now stored beside the milk in most grocery stores but human blood is just better. Thus, the Feeder Program was born. Humans who need more money - or just find the idea of being indentured to a stronger, crueler being erotic - can sign up to be paired with a Vampire. A living, breathing blood bag, essentially.
Only the wealthy can afford a Feeder. You suspect the Vampiric government has increased the prices on everything from rent to food to force more people into the program. The allusion of choice. You used to judge the people who participated. Why would you willingly throw yourself at the mercy of an unmerciful creature? You told yourself you'd work hard so you'd never resort to that. Unfortunately, that's not how the real-world works. You were speeding down the highway to homelessness and without a home you're as good as dead here. The government spends all its energy and money on the afflicted that there aren't even any homeless shelters. Leaving the homeless to battle with both the elements and blood thirsty creatures of the night.
The door opens, startling you awake. You hadn't even realised you were drifting off. Valeria strides in. She joins you on the couch, her harsh expression softening as she meets your gaze. Her eyes are a normal shade of brown, her ears aren't pointy, the only giveaway to her different biology are her fangs. Which aren't visible unless she's smiling or laughing. Valeria pulls you into her lap and turns you around to straddle her. Having your back to the room makes your skin crawl. She nuzzles her face down your jaw, resting it in the crook of your neck. Valeria is one of the few vampires that will employ humans. Species based discrimination also isn't allowed but the Afflicted have found a way around that. Most of Valeria's grunts are human though. It should comfort you, but the disgusted looks they throw your way when they think you can't see just makes you feel like you're less than human.
Valeria breathes in your scent. You imagine she can hear the fragile beating of your heart. Smell the blood currently running through your veins.Â
"I'm hungry." She murmurs. You hate being fed from. That should be obvious but there are people out there who get off on it. There is a certain point during the feeding that does feel pleasant, but it has never turned you on.Â
"You fed yesterday." You reply quietly. She's been feeding from you more and more. From the recommended monthly to unhealthy weekly feedings.
"And I want to feed again." Valeria replies. Gently grabbing the side of your face to tilt your head, baring your throat to her predatory gaze. Valeria noses along your neck, searching for the best vein to pierce.
Your face scrunches with apprehension as you wait for that painful little pinch. Valeria sniffs along your cold skin before pausing. She takes another inhale before slowly sinking her teeth into you. You hiss at the pinch and wave of warmth that passes through you. You can feel the blood leaking from the puncture holes into her mouth and the sensation makes you feel ill. Or maybe it's losing so much blood that's making you feel ill. Valeria cradles you to her body while she feeds. Rubbing her hand across your back in an attempt to comfort you. You lean against her for support. Her hand wanders lower, fingers skimming over your clothed tailbone.
The red light is giving you a headache. You close your eyes, but the lack of visual stimuli just accentuates the pain. There's an uncomfortable heat inside of you. Pulsating in waves and slickening your skin in sweat. This doesn't seem to bother Valeria though, who greedily laps up your life force. The other side of your neck is littered in bruised bites. Overlapping and scarring after not being given any time to heal. The heat dies down and the blissful tingling feeling is beginning to take hold. Your body relaxes. Just as it starts to feel good Valeria unlatches from your neck, a bead of blood runs down your neck and chest.
Valeria smooths her long fingers over the stray hairs at the back of your neck in an affectionate gesture.
"Good girl." She murmurs. Not mockingly but as genuine praise. Valeria is aware of the stress put on your body from being fed on. Not that it stops her from doing it. The momentary high wears of and you're slammed by exhaustion. Every limb weighing twelve tons. You have no choice but to lay your head on her shoulder as your eyes droop. You don't see the smile gracing Valeria's usually stern features.
The feel of your body against hers is the highlight of her day. Your breasts pressed against hers, your soft breath in her hair while she feeds. You taste warm and tender and Valeria wonders if you're warm and tender anywhere else. She can feel you trembling slightly. Can picture that little furrow in your brow. The imagery will serve to fuel some late-night fantasies in the privacy of her bedroom. You're the star in every single one. Valeria can hazard a decent guess as to what you'd sound like moaning and breathless, but the lack of confirmation leaves her frustrated. The fact that you'd never give her a chance just leaves her sad.
She continues to stroke you gently like she would a pet. Her nails gently catching on your scalp.
"I wish you did this willingly." She says quietly. The words drag you from sleep.
"What?" You ask, voice slightly slurring.
"I wish you were here willingly, in my lap, in my life." Valeria clarifies. The light bleeds into her sclera, making her look every bit of the monster she is.
"...IÂ am." You reply, confused. You made the conscious decision to sign up for the Feeders Program. You are a legal volunteer. Valeria silently considers your words.
"No, I mean without the money." She sighs. "I want you to want to be here."
Your eyes droop again. You're so tired and cold.
"I'm tired." You mutter. Ignoring her words. They make you a little angry. It feels entitled, to want you to be here, to want you to enjoy being fed off of.
"I know." Valeria says after a few seconds. Voice hardening slightly. She's feeling the rejection. She had attempted to be real with you. She let you catch a glimpse of her dead, shriveled heart and you stabbed a stake through it. Valeria carefully adjusts you so she can lay down with you. Despite your rejection she still seeks your companionship.
Perhaps in another life, one where she was still living, you two could've been something. If she had a heart that still beat maybe you wouldn't look at her like she was a monster. Valeria gets a little burst of satisfaction when you wriggle up against her. she can tell by your breathing and the slowing of your heart that you're asleep. Valeria never realised how fragile the human body was until she turned. You're like a little bird. Hollow bones and delicate limbs. If she's not careful she'd shatter your ribs, snap your neck. She wants to clip your wings to make you stay.
She buries her face into your hair. Inhaling lungfuls of you. For a fleeting second, she thinks she'd sacrifice immortality for you. Briefly considering offering you enough money to never need to come back again - to open your cage door - but she fears if she did, you'd never return to her. Valeria is a monster. Even before she turned, she was a monster. She will never do what's best for you. Feeding from you has weakened you and made you sick, but it has brought Valeria closer to you. She knows she should, but Valeria is selfish. If she has to slowly kill you to keep you then so be it. She presses a loving kiss to your cool temple and closes her eyes. Finding tranquility in the slow beating of your heart.
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cold nights // part twenty-nine
summary: you were back in the capitol, and you would be damned if you didn't try your hardest to make it worthwhile.
pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader
wc: 4.2k
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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.
a/n: ahh shit really hits the fan in this one oops
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"Coryo." You hum, knocking on your boyfriend's doorframe.
He looks up from his desk, smiling as he sees you standing in the door. You were still wearing what you had worn to class that day, a button up shirt he had bought for you with the orange skirt Tigris made, short and simple as if it was made by your own mother. It matched perfectly with his own mother's scarf that you always wore out, that was left draped over your shoulders. You were looking at him like you needed something, and it just made him light up.
"Love," He closes his book and stands up. "What do you need?" He asks, quickly pushing up his unstyled hair out of his face- the curls were beginning to come back, but they weren't quite as long as they once were. When he's with you, which is almost always, he makes a very conscious effort to keep it up and away from his face.
Your hands are tucked behind your back, nervously twisting your fingers. "Why must you assume that I need something?" You giggle.
"Because I know that look." He pokes your nose as he gets close enough to do so, now standing a foot away and looking at you expectantly.
"Okay, fine." You sigh. "I was wondering if you had any plans for Halloween."
"Hallo-what?" He asks, tilting his head at you. Your jaw drops.
"Halloween." You say again, wondering if it was possible he just misheard you.
He laughs, eyebrows raised in clear confusion.
"You don't know what Halloween is? You don't celebrate here?" You gasp.
"No, sorry."
"Oh my god, okay. Well, we must do something." You clap excitedly.
"Slow down, darling. You're gonna have to tell me what it is before I can agree." He chuckles, holding a hand out you to stop you before you got too excited.
"Okay, okay." You agree. "So, it's a holiday, similar to Christmas if you have that."
"Of course we have Christmas."
"How was I supposed to know?" You laugh. "Anyway, it's mostly for little kids, but still. Basically, on the last day of the month everyone dresses up in costumes of monsters or animals or different jobs- whatever you want, and the kids go knocking door to door and adults will give them treats."
"Treats." He states, but it comes out more like a question.
"Yes. Like cookies, or candy if you have it, really anything." You grin, nodding at him excitedly. "My Ma usually makes fudge."
"Okay..." Coryo laughs. "So... sorry, I'm confused. What do we do? Hand out candy to kids who won't come because no one's heard of it here?"
"That's the best part!" You clap. "We aren't parents; old enough to be stuck handing out candy, and we aren't young enough to go trick or treating, so we get to have the most fun."
"Okay..." He urges you on.
"We get to have a party!"
"A party." He eyes you a little bit skeptically.
"Yes!"
"Since when do you like to party?" He seems wholly unconvinced.
"I don't, but it's tradition! I always have fun, I just don't drink much anymore. It'll be good to make friends, Coryo. Please?"
"Anymore?" He laughs, but quickly shakes his head to stay focussed on what you were asking of him. "Love, I wish we could but I don't know where we'd have a party, we can't have it here."
You frown, thinking for a moment. "Oh! I'll call Sej." You grin, already bounding off down the hall toward the phone.
That was that, he couldn't change your mind even if he desired to- but really, if a party would make you happy, then you would get a party. He would make sure of it.
You had spent weeks handing out invitations to the other people in your classes, most of which, as you noticed, ended up in the trash cans or littering the halls. You didn't let it bother you, Coryo insisted that people just didn't tend to hold on to those kinds of things and it didn't mean they wouldn't come. (What you didn't know, was his near-constant cleanup efforts of asking anyone he knew or had classes with to come to his "costume party"- and people didn't like to say no to Coriolanus Snow.)
You had come up with a plan. Coryo would say it was his party, and he would be hosting it at the Plinth's estate. You couldn't run the risk of putting your name on the idea, especially after your interview assuring parents that you were just there to learn- not fraternize. You didn't mind, you knew more people would want to come if it was his party, and that it wasn't a "Halloween" party. Just a costume party that happened to land on the district holiday that none of these kids nor their parents knew about. Hopefully.
You were incredibly excited. You spent the days after Sejanus's parents left town over there making decorations, and begrudgingly, Coryo joined you after realizing you weren't only there to drop things off.
He never pictured himself spending so much money on orange and black coloured paper, but here he was. The list of things he would do for you is growing by the day, surprising even himself.
You had put a lot of time into your costumes, with Tigris's help over the last couple of weeks. It wasn't anything crazy, just a white dress and some small angel wings, and for Coryo a gray shirt with leather straps, some light chain mail on the shoulders, and silver sleeves. You were very proud of them, but you hadn't shown him yet. You would be Romeo and Juliet, and you thought it was just perfect.
You smile as you knock on his bedroom door, already in your costume. You would get there a little early to help Sejanus with some final touches, but you did have a lot of people confirm with Coryo that they were coming. You were excited.
He opens the door, his breath dying out in his throat as he takes in your outfit. He must have died and gone to heaven. "Well hello, angel." He grins as he regains himself, opening the door fully for you to come in.
"Do you like it?" You ask, giving a quick spin even as you're holding his matching costume behind your back.
"You look beautiful." He says quietly, nodding as he eyes how the white satin clings to your figure. He couldn't think of a more fitting costume for you; although to him, you always looked like an angel. But now, more beautiful than ever. Ethereal. "It's stunning, love."
"Thank you!" You smile, pulling his forward and holding the folded mix of fabrics up to him. "This is yours."
"Mine?" He asks, a confused smile on his face as he grabs it and unfolds it carefully. "What is it?"
"You're a knight!" You say, clapping your hands together excitedly. "Well, you're Romeo as a knight. And I'm Juliet." You grin, holding the hem of your dress and prompting him to look at it again.
"Romeo and Juliet." He chuckles, nodding slightly as he looks between the two.
"Yeah!" You smile excitedly. "Romeo! Here's drink. I drink to thee."
He laughs, nodding as he closes the door behind you and pulls off his shirt to put on the costume you made for him. "I love it, Y/N/N. Thank you."
"Of course." You nod excitedly. "I've always wanted to do a couples costume."
"Is that a thing?" He asks, getting ready to pull it over his head.
"Yes. It's so sweet! Couples will wear matching costumes and that's how you know they're together, I always loved looking at other peoples." You explain. "My parents always do matching costumes. One year, they both dressed up as cats. My mom made the ears out of felt, and they carried Tybs to the door with them to hand out candy. It was so cute. Like I said, they do matching costumes every year."
In your rambling, you don't notice how he freezes up completely, face falling. Hesitantly, he pulls it over his head. "How do I look?" He asks, gluing a smile back on.
You smile, nodding at him. "So handsome, Coryo." You confirm. "Tigris helped me make it."
"It's... a little uncomfortable." He tells you, pretending to adjust the light chainmail that hung over his chest.
You frown, reaching out to help him adjust it for a moment. "Is that better?"
He hates to do this- it fits perfectly, but he can't have people knowing you're together. Not yet. "Uh..." The hopeful look in your eyes breaks his heart. "Yeah, that's better." He nods, relieved by the smile that returns to your face.
"Are you ready to go, then?" You ask, tilting your head at him.
"Just give me ten minutes, love. Would you mind gathering up our drinks?" He asks, kissing your forehead.
"Of course, Romeo." You giggle, turning on your heel and leaving, closing the door gently behind you.
He hates himself for what he knows has to do.
When you got to Sejanus's house, you were practically vibrating with excitement as you ran around hanging up decorations and placing and replacing drinks and snacks on the tables, moving them around.
"Sej?" You ask, standing on a stool to be able to reach up above a doorframe.
"Yeah?" He calls back from across the room, turning to look at you.
"I'm out of tape, could you grab me another roll? We brought some, it's in the kitchen. Coryo will tell you which bag." You explain and he nods, giving you a quick thumbs up as he walks by and down the hall.Â
Walking into the entrance to the kitchen, his eyes go wide.
There's Coryo, holding out the front of his shirt over the sink and pouring a glass of red wine down the front. Extremely, very intentionally.
"Uh... what are you doing?" He asks, and Coryo's head snaps up, eyes panicked.
"Uh, shit, I..." He laughs slightly, placing the glass down quickly and turning on the tap. "I tripped and, god I don't really know. I'm just trying to get this out..."
Sejanus nodded slightly, trying to hide how unconvinced he was. "I don't know if that will come out." He states.
"Shit..." Coryo sighs, albeit dramatically. If Sejanus hadn't just seen him do what he just did, he would be convinced. Coryo would make a good actor. "Well... Do you have something else I could wear?"
"Yeah... uh, yeah. Just go into my closet and help yourself." Sejanus tells him, gesturing down the hall.
"Thanks," Coryo says, brushing past him eagerly all ready to go and change into something else.
Your friend swallows, watching him as he disappears down the hall. Sejanus knew you had spent hours putting together that costume for him, could he even tell you that he saw Coryo ruin it on purpose? It would break your heart- but he did really want to know why.
Sejanus couldn't tell you. You were having fun, or at least trying to, and he didn't want to ruin that. People were talking to you, and to him, which was kind of new territory for the both of you. Your interview and your kindness in classes and to everyone you met did wonders for your reputations as "District kids". Surprisingly, your classmates had lots of questions and none of them seemed to have any real problems with you in a less pressurized setting. The alcohol was likely a contributing factor.
"Yes! Well, we'd go to the lake a lot. Oh! So, one time, my brother and I spent all day dragging this old barrel up a cliffside just to hang it off a tree at the top. We just spent our time doing the most random stuff." You giggle over the music, clutching your glass to your chest as you continue on a conversation with Hilarius, who you saw as a new friend even though Coryo wasn't his biggest fan. You had probably a little bit too much to drink, spurred on by your nervousness.
"A barrel..?" Hilarius laughs, tilting his head at you.Â
"Well, yeah, what kind of stuff did you do for fun, then?" You ask over the loud music.
"Chess, I suppose. Reading, I don't know. Fun wasn't really on the schedule." He explains.
"Well, I'd rather drag a barrel up a hill than do nothing, wouldn't you?" You laugh.
"Touché." He tilts his glass at you before taking a sip.
"Y/N, can I steal you for a second?" You hear Sejanus say in your ear, suddenly beside you and you nod, politely dismissing yourself from the conversation.
You follow him down the hall to an empty corner. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to tell you. "I'm sorry about Coryo's costume, I know you worked hard on it." He says honestly.
"It is okay. Spills happen." You smile.
"Well, yes..." He agrees, looking around quickly to make sure he can't spot Coryo's blonde hair in the vicinity. It was a rare moment he wasn't with you, so now was his only shot. "But... it wasn't an accident."
"What do you mean?" You ask, tilting your head at him with a slightly nervous smile.
"Y/N I... I watched him pour the wine on it. Like, very intentionally."
You don't know what to say, slightly shocked. After a moment of him watching your expression evolve, you begin to laugh. "No, no. Sej, I love you, but how much did you drink before we got here? Because he wouldn't-"
"Nothing." He answers shortly, giving a firm shake of his head. "Not a drop, Y/N/N. I swear."
Your smile fades slightly at his abrupt statement. "Well..." You say quietly. "Why would he do that?"
"I don't know, but I know better than to be the one to bring it up to him. You should ask."
"I mean, he said it wasn't very comfortable before we left the house. Maybe he just didn't want to hurt my feelings." You smile to yourself, nodding as you decide.
"By ruining something you made for him? Yeah, that'll spare your feelings." Sejanus scoffs, looking past you once more to make sure Coriolanus wasn't nearby.
"He tried to spare them, I assume." You sigh, giving him a reassuring smile in hopes that he won't let it worry him. "It's okay. Thank you, Sej, for telling me, but it's really not a big deal."
The knowledge that Coryo ruined his costume on purpose was eating you alive. The feeling of dread sat deep in your chest where it apparently couldn't be drowned out with more wine or posca or anything that you could find or was offered to you. It made you so horribly sad, that even though you couldn't seem to find your boyfriend in any room of the large house you weren't sure if you even wanted to.
Talking to strangers helped, meeting new people. Some people you shared classes with, and you could mostly discuss that. It was a lot of explaining and reexplaining that people in the Districts were more or less normal, just with less access to resources. You got a few laughs out of that, but a surprising amount of understanding nods. Maybe all hope wasn't lost.
You were here to have fun. It wasn't like Halloween parties back home, and the sheer volume of boys in their own father's old peacekeeper uniforms was chilling to you. Even back home, where you knew those old uniforms were lying folded up in an attic somewhere, very few kids would dare touch them even to make a joke out of it. You couldn't take it anymore, deciding to just step out onto the back patio to get some fresh air.
The air hits your lungs and brushes over your skin, instantly giving you chills but you don't mind. Hearing talking over to your right, you take a look only to see Coryo with a few of your classmates, smiling as he leaned back against the wall of the house. A couple of faces you recognized, and one you didn't.
You smile as you walk over to them, squeezing in next to Coryo. "Clemmie, Livia. It's good to see you." You smile at them, and Clemmie gives a polite nod while Livia just takes another sip out of her glass while the other boy with them just continues talking.
"I don't believe we've met, sorry." You smile at him during a break in his story, extending a hand to him. "My name is Y/N. What's yours?"
He laughs, hesitantly shaking your hand. "Festus. Festus Creed." He tells you.
"Lovely to meet you, Festus." You grin. "Are you a friend of Coryo's?"
"Yeah, you could say that." He chuckles and you look up at your boyfriend who suddenly looks annoyed, rolling his eyes.
"I just love meeting his friends." You smile excitedly. "Are you studying at the university? I haven't seen you before." You say, folding your arm around Coryo's and he tenses up, not so subtly shaking you off.
You look up at him for a moment, a confused smile on your face from his actions.
"Would you mind giving me some space?" He asks coldly, almost glaring at you. Your eyes flick to his, but it's dark. They're cold, icy blue even in the poor lighting. His cheeks are flushed, but maybe that's from the chill.
"Oh, sorry." You laugh nervously, taking a step back and abandoning your conversation. "I... um, I'm gonna go get some water. It was nice to see you." You wave quickly to his friends, turning and heading for the door.
"Sorry, apparently my tribute gets touchy when she drinks."Â You hear Coriolanus laugh behind you as you enter the house again. It was met by laughs from the rest of the group he was with, and your heart dropped practically out of your chest and onto the floor. You wouldn't have been shocked if you looked down and saw your white dress absorbing the remains of your heart.
Your white feather angel wings catch on the curtain of the door as you close it behind you, and you want to scream and rip them off as you feel tears well up in your eyes. You look around for your best route of escape, feeling the familiar tightness in your chest begin to build.
You'll have to go along the wall- clinging to the outside of the room as you avoid the chaos of the middle in an effort to make it up to Sejanus's room. You'd be alone there.
Tears stream down your cheeks as you keep your head up, eyes locked on the entrance to the foyer with the large staircase, which you know you can take to get to your friend's room. Your fight or flight is kicking in, you think, as the music and laughter and voices fade into nothing. You almost expect the familiar clang of a metal weapon to sound out in front of you as it slams into the wall- but you have to make a very conscious effort to remind yourself that you aren't in the arena anymore. Even if it felt like it more and more with every step.
Shutting the door to Sejanus's bedroom, you quickly shuffle over to his bathroom and lock yourself in, freezing when you catch a look at yourself in the reflection. She was hardly a reflection of you; tear-stained cheeks, angel wings- when you knew that these days you were just about the farthest thing from it. You had changed. You hardly recognized her, and that's the thing that forced you to look away.
You don't even hear someone enter the room until there's knocking on the bathroom door. "Y/N? Are you in there?" Lyssie asks, concern dripping through her tone.
You sniff, quickly wiping your eyes. "Yeah! Yeah, I just need a moment." You choke out, trying and failing to keep your voice steady.
"Are you okay?" She asks through the door, wiggling the handle now. "What happened?"
"I'm fine just fine." You insist, laughing nervously as you look down at how badly your hands are shaking.
"Can I come in? Can you open the door for me?"
God, how you wished it was Lucy Gray on the other side.
But Lucy Gray isn't here. Lysistrata Vickers is all you have- so with shaky hands you reach for the door and unlock it, letting her in. She won't hurt you, you're sure.
Her eyes are already wide with worry as she gets her first glimpse at you. "Oh, Y/N, what's wrong?" She asks, stepping in and quickly closing the door behind herself. "Here, sit down..." She nods to the floor, which has clearly been recently cleaned. Even so, she pulls a towel from the rack and lays it out for you to sit on.
"I'm just a little too drunk." You sniff, trying to dismiss her worries, and slide down against the wall on top of the towel she laid for you as sobs take over you.
"Want to tell me what happened?" She asks again, hurriedly reaching for a smaller towel and wetting it with what you assume is cold water, wringing it out before joining your side on the floor.
"Nothing." You shake your head and bring your hands up to cover your face as you cry into them. "I can't... I can't tell you."
"Okay, that's okay..." She soothes you. "Here, this will help. Can you move your hands for me?"
She doesn't want to touch you, no one really does. You lower your hands, squeezing them tight together in your lap as she carefully reaches up to dab the cloth across your forehead. It does feel good on your burning skin.
You focus on taking deep breaths, trying not to embarrass yourself any further.
"There you go..." She smiles. "You're good at this."
You laugh through your tears. "Well, it comes with my title, I guess." You sniff, wiping your cheeks again.
"I'd bet..." She hums. "But you're doing great."
You just nod slightly, running through lines in your head out of nervous habit. "I love him, oh, I love him; but he won't let himself be loved."
You don't even realize you're saying it out loud to yourself until Lysistrata speaks. "Is it... Is this about Coriolanus?" She asks, and you don't want to tell her that it's a quote from a story of her namesake because ironically, she is right, and ironically, that was the only line you could think of when you strained to remember any of it.
You nod slightly, biting into your lip and letting your shoulders shake with the latest round of sobs.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." She gently rubs your shoulder. "He's... He's not very sensitive to people's feelings. I know that. Just try not to take it personally. It's not your fault."
"How could it be anyone else's?" You sniff. "I embarrass him... But I try so hard to be good. I try so hard..." You cry, wet eyes making it hard to see.
Lyssie looks at you, a little confused. "What did he say?" She asks.
"That..." You hiccup, trying to breathe through it so you can explain better. "That I needed to give him space, all I was doing was standing next to him." You sniff again, wiping your eyes. "And he called me his tribute to his friends- it made me feel just sick... And earlier Sej told me that he ruined the costume I made him on purpose, we were supposed to match! Now I just look like I'm desperate for people to like me- dressing up as an angel when everyone here knows what I did! I don't know what I did wrong... Why does he hate me now?"
She watches you silently, trying to put together the pieces.Â
"I don't understand." You say again, shaking your head. "He told me he loved me this morning! I don't know what I did to change that..."
"Sorry, he said he loved you?" Lyssie asks, eyes wide.
You nod slightly, looking over at her. Why does she seem so shocked?
"Wait, Y/N..." She pauses, shaking her head slightly. "Are you guys like... together?"
"Mhm." You swallow, wiping under your eyes. "But apparently not anymore."
"Oh my god, I had no idea." She stammers out, snapping out of her shock to pat the cloth on your head again.
"You didn't?" You sniff. "He didn't tell you?"
"No." She shakes her head, but quickly continues. "I'm sorry, he doesn't tell much to anyone, though..."
You let out a shaky breath, leaning your head back against the wall. "I should have known this couldn't work. I feel so stupid."
"He shouldn't have led you on like that..." She replies quietly. "I don't know a whole lot about you, but I know you're not stupid. I also know that Coriolanus always gets what he wants, one way or another."
"I just want to go home..." You cry, shaking your head. "I want to go home."
Lyssie looks back to the door, gently dabbing the damp material across your forehead. "I'm going to go get Sejanus, okay? Can you hold this on your head for me?" She carefully passes the cloth into your shaking hands and you nod, leaning your head down against it instantly.
She gets up and leaves, carefully and quietly closing the door behind herself. If one person in this city knew even a little bit about what you were feeling or how to help, it would be Sejanus Plinth.
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Favorite Headcanons for airy?
i have like 10 million headcanons for him but iâll list as many as i can from the top of my head
-hes autistic LIKE ME!!! and is specifically very autistic about music (like meee) i like to think he had a huge collection of vinyls cds cassettes etc and its all stuff from the 60s to the early 90s. no doubt he had a bunch of posters for his favorite bands and musicians too. and hes awesome on the guitar, great rhythm guitarist⊠its a shame he couldnât make his talent a profession like he once dreamed of doing. oh well, at least the number 1 perk of trucking is that its peaceful and you dont really have to interact with many people! plus trucks have radios, and cd players, so airy would often bring along a few albums to listen to as he drove those long days and nights.
-hes also got a knack for aquatic creatures (LIKE ME) of course, being a literal fish monster himself (cool fact my airy design is like actually a fish monster he can breathe underwater and everything and his limbs are covered in fish scales) airy loves fish both as friends and food. hes particularly fond of freshwater fish, which makes sense considering the fact he grew up around the swamps of louisiana (yes im making him louisianan Like Me shaddap) hes also fond of those fucked up looking deep sea creatures, just so fascinating. i think airy liked to do a little fishing in his spare time. And hes awesome at cooking em but fair warning for those with a low spice tolerance⊠he loves spicy food btw (like meeeee)
-when airy was in the forest, he kept a log of his thoughts on the computer, in an attempt to hopefully give himself whatever clarity he could. the notes ranged from all brief, to desperate, to hopeless, to spiraling, to borderline dadaist poetry? to insanity, to denial, to whatever, really i think his mind was obviously all over the place on a daily basis. things must have been pretty loud for him, that cassette player was probably one of the only things keeping him together, before he numbed himself n all, which is around the time he ceased writing these notes as he saw no point in doing so.
-ok enough about him suffering weâll get back to that later Airyâs favorite drink is ginger ale i mean look at that guy and tell me he doesnt fw ginger ale or dr pepper are you kidding me. he can have dr pepper as a little treat (too much soda is bad for anyone especially if youre an old feller like airy) speaking of little treats i like to think he has an insatiable sweet tooth LIKE MEEEE and his favorite treaaats are pumpkin pie, macarons and practically anything chocolate he loves chocolate (im like allergic to not projecting onto my favorite characters if you couldnt tell) maybe airy knows how to bake a little bit i mean he is an object show host after all
-this is oddly specific but airy is a chronic pain warrior #JUSTLIKEME so when he was in the forest heâd make like home made heating pads by wetting a glob of moss and putting it against his face while he had his flame on (he sometimes put it on a plank over a bonfire if he felt like it) this was a bit tricky when he broke his face but im sure he managed he always manages (kinda) (relatively speaking)
-well anyway weâre back to the forest and i just mentioned his broken face So you know how he disappeared for seven months after he did that lol well what if it was because the pain and shock from that incident evoked the long lost clarity heâd been so stubbornly avoiding in order to cling on to his meaningless, fallacious escapism which triggered him and sent him into a state of agonizing self consciousness, reminding him of his earthly death, how he used to be Someone, and how he essentially let himself rot into what is now an empty shell of who he once was. after so many years, the first reflection he saw of himself was seen in something broken; shards of glass, of which he couldnât stand to look at⊠as there is nothing comparable to the pain of revelation, the burden of truth after having been so lost and festered into the stagnant waters that surround you. he felt he had no choice, he disposed of the shards into the nearby stream. those seven months were not just a matter of physically healing, but as a means to losing himself all over again.
-Aaaanyway i think airy had a cat at some point in his life i think we can all agree hes a cat person right!!! he had a tortoiseshell kitty named goose and he loved her very much. idk why he named her goose he probably just thought it was funny to name an animal after a different animal.
-OH YEAH lemme bring amelia into this listen i am such a huge fan of the theory of airy being related to amelia so i like to think hes her uncle!! when amelia was little sheâd stay over at airyâs house while her parents were away and heâd teach her stuff like how to fish, how to ward off snakes, how to kayak, all that jazz cuz he was an awesome uncle. she was kinda like an actual daughter to him. and amelia was so fond of sunny weather as a child, one dayy at airyâs house she had to stay inside because it was too rainy, so she occupied herself by drawing a little picture of the way she wished earth was; always sunny, sky always blue, grass always green, huh! the way she drew that grass as individual little triangles is all too familiar is it notâŠ
OK I HAVE SOMEWHERE 2 GO now iâll probablt add more later But thank u so much for asking this i love love love infodumping about anything airy related i heart airy
#frank answers a thing#airy hfjone#hfjone#believe it or not this is just a few#i have so many i have way too many i have so so so many things to say about airy oh my gosh#oh my gosh airy
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Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: 3,610 Request: Anonymous. May I ask for Dean getting to know a car girl who is also a chef (like she loves food and stuff)? Take care of yourself and drink enough! Xx
âY/L/N!â Your boss called out, making you slide out from under the car you were under.Â
âYeah?â You called back as you got up and made your way to his office. âWhatâs up?â Leaning on his door frame, you crossed your arms. âI was just finishing up Mr. Carsonâs car. You know the one you jumped down my throat about this morning?â You raised an eyebrow.Â
Your boss gave you a bored look. âThis is Dean Johnson.â He sighed, motioning to the man sitting across from him. âNew hire. Heâs gonna be shadowing you while he gets used to the garage. Probably only a couple days.â He shrugged.Â
You gave Dean a small wave. âWhy me? I work odd hours because of the restaurant.â You reminded him. âWouldnât it make more sense for him to shadow one of the guys who are here all day?âÂ
âNateâs last day is Friday, heâs moving, remember? Then Gage threatened the last guy I hired within two hours and made him quit. Kyle isâŠKyle.â All you could do was nod at that, knowing exactly what he meant. Kyle was nice, but a bit out there.Â
Sighing, you nodded. âAlright. Well, Iâm only here for another hour. Itâs up to him if he wants to help me on Mr. Carsonâs car or meet me here tomorrow morning.âÂ
âIâm here, might as well start, right?â He smiled as he got up. âNice to meet you.â Dean held out his hand for you.
You shook his hand. âIâm Y/N/N. Letâs go get started. Do you have something to change into?âÂ
He glanced at his clothes, then at you. âShould I? I usually work on cars in jeans and a t-shirt. Sometimes Iâll throw on a jumpsuit.â He shrugged.Â
âYeah, we had jumpsuits when I first started, but we all got tired of wearing them.â You motioned for him to follow you to the car. âRight now Iâm finishing up this old 1993 Pontiac Bonneville. Mr. Carson will be in first thing tomorrow morning to pick it up, so youâll meet him then.âÂ
âYou make it sound like heâs a grumpy old man.â He chuckled.Â
âSometimes.â You said simply, wanting to get back to work.Â
Finally, you were clocked out and walking through the parking lot. You lived just a couple blocks away, so you didnât bother to drive. You had an hour and a half to clean up and get to your second job. âNeed a ride?â Came Deanâs voice, making you look over. He was standing next to a beautiful 1967 Chevy Impala.Â
âNice car.â You motioned. âBut Iâm good. I live a couple blocks away.â You shrugged. âThanks, though.âÂ
âAnytime.â He said simply before getting in.Â
The next day, you yawned as you walked in, downing a large Monster Ultra. âThose things will kill ya.â Dean told you from where he was leaning against the wall.Â
âBut it keeps all you guys alive after Iâve worked most of the night.â You gave him a sarcastic smile. âAnd why are you out hereâŠand not in the garage? Are you in time out?âÂ
âOh, sassy. Nice.â He smirked, making you roll your eyes. âLet me guess, youâve been put in time out before?âÂ
âGage got mouthy my first week here, so I might have superglued a couple of his tools to his bench.â You shrugged.Â
Dean threw his head back, laughing. âOh, thatâs hysterical. My brother would do that to me. Donât give him any ideas if you ever meet him.â He shook his head. âAnd no, Iâm not in time out. I was told to wait out here for my âbabysitterâ by one of the guys. He didnât give me a name.âÂ
You nodded, motioning for him to follow you to the back. âThat would be Nate.â You told him. âBummed that heâs leaving.â He was a chill guy overall, and didnât really get mouthy like Gage. And he was all there, unlike Kyle.Â
âSo, you said you worked most of the night. Second job?â
âYeah, Iâm a chef.â You finished your drink and tossed the can into the recycling bin.Â
His eyebrows shot up. âSo, youâre a mechanic and a chef?â Dean couldnât tell if he was more surprised or impressed, then remembered hearing you mention a restaurant the day before. Now that made sense. âCouldnât pick one?âÂ
Laughing, you pulled your hair into a pony tail. âNope. I used to help my dad work on cars when I was a kid. He died when I was 13, and I kept it up. When I was 15 I got sick. I binged Food Network for a few days. I went to culinary school when I graduated. Couldnât find a job as a chef right away, so I got a job as a mechanic right outside of town. After working there a year, I finally landed a job as a chef. Quit my other job. And that seemed to be okay for a bit, but something was missing.âÂ
âYou missed being a grease monkey.âÂ
You nodded. âI really did. Started working here about 9 months ago. Bossman likes to get on my case. I think itâs because Iâm the only girl, but heâs not a bad guy.â By now you were used to it, and just dealt with it. âWhat about you? Whatâs your story, Johnson?âÂ
âTraveled a lot as a kid, and kept it up after my dad died about a year and a half ago. Finally decided I was tired of it. So, me and my brother picked a spot to stay put for a while.â Dean knew he was omitting details, but he didnât feel he was truly lying to you. How could he say he was wanted by the FBI? And that his family had hunted spirits up until recently? That his brother had psychic powers? He would be honest as much as he could, while keeping out other things.Â
âLosing a parent is tough. Iâm sorry for your loss.â You said honestly.Â
âY/L/N. Mr. Carson is here for his car!â Your boss called down the hall.Â
âComing!â You called back before glancing at Dean. âReady to see if heâs a grumpy old man today?âÂ
You and Dean got along great, and you found yourself crushing on him as the days went by. He was easy to talk to, and it was nice to have a friend at work. A couple weeks after he started, you approached him at lunch. âHey, De? I have a question.âÂ
He grinned at you. âDe, I like it. What can I do for you?âÂ
âThereâs this awards thing for all the chefs in the state this weekend, and I kinda donât want to go aloneâŠâ You explained awkwardly. âI was wondering if youâd come with me?âÂ
âLike a date?â He licked his lips, clearly flirting with you.Â
There was no way to stop the blush that formed on your cheeks. âI-if youâd like.â Why turn down a date with a fun, nice, and handsome guy?Â
âDo I need a suit?âÂ
âUnless you have a tux.â You joked. âBut a suit should be fine.âÂ
Dean sipped his soda. âGuess weâll have to exchange numbers. I can drive. We can arrive in style. Unless you have a nicer car than Baby, which I doubt.âÂ
âI have nothing as pretty as her.â You told him. âDinner will be served at the awards, as well, so weâll be well fed.âÂ
âDo I get to try your cooking?â He was curious, that was for sure.Â
You pretended to think. âMaybe on our second date.âÂ
Dean leaned against Baby as he waited for you downstairs. He stood up straight when he saw you come out. âWow.â He breathed. âYou look beautiful.âÂ
âYou look very handsome, too. You didnât have to rent a tux, though.â You smiled.Â
âItâs an awards thing, right? Gotta look good.â He brushed over the front of his jacket. âAnd clearly I needed it because you lookâŠÂ wow .â It wasnât like him to be this speechless, but he was so used to seeing you in a tank top and jeans. He was used to seeing you with grease all over you, your hair pulled up out of your face. âShall we?â He moved to open the door for you.Â
Smiling, you stepped forward. âWe shall. And hey, maybe youâll be a good luck charm and Iâll win an award.â It would mean a lot to you if you did.Â
âHi, Dean, come in.â You opened your apartment door for him. The date to the awards had been a blast, even if you didnât win anything. When he dropped you off after, you kissed his cheek and asked him out on a second date for the next night. Dinner at your place.Â
His face lit up when he saw you. âHi, sweetheart.â He greeted you. âOh, these are for you.â He held out a bouquet of flowers.Â
Smiling, you took them. âThank you. Theyâre beautiful.â You shut the door behind him once he was inside. âCan I get you something to drink? Beer, water, soda, milk?âÂ
âBeer. Thank you.â He looked around your living room as you went to put the flowers in some water and get him a beer. âSo, something smells amazing.â His mouth was watering.Â
âThank you.â Handing him his beer, you sipped your own. âBaked potatoes are almost done, and then Iâm making some steaks with butter garlic onions. Then, for dessert, homemade cherry pie.âÂ
âLove me some cherry pie.â Dean winked. âSounds delicious, sweetheart.â One perk about staying in one place was not having to microwave his meals. âMaybe for our next date Iâll have you over for burgers. I make a mean bacon cheeseburger. Iâm sure I can tell my brother to scram for a few hours.â He was already mentally planning a few dates for the two of you, wanting to spend as much time as he could with you. He pictured taking you to the movies, out to eat, to the beach, and to the fair. Maybe walking away from hunting was the best thing that happened to him because heâd met you.Â
You smirked at him. âWhat? Are you worried your brother is more charming than you?â You teased him.Â
He chuckled and shook his head. âMore like I donât want my baby brother around while weâre on a date.â He countered before taking a swig of his beer. âWant any help?â He asked when your timer went off.Â
âSure. Can you get the cheese and sour cream from the fridge and put them on the table? And how do you like your steak? Warning: you say well done and Iâm kicking you out.â You gave him a playful look. You couldnât help it, he made you feel fun .Â
âYou wound me. Do I look like the kind of douche that would order âwell doneâ?â He put his hand on his chest. âMedium-rare, thank you.âÂ
âGood boy.â You winked before heading to start the steaks. Hearing Dean groan lightly, you giggled to yourself.Â
One year from the date of that awards show, you were moving into the house that Sam and Dean rented. You got along with Sam, and had no problems with him staying. If anything, you felt it was a really good idea. Because you had two jobs, there were technically four incomes for one home (also, because you worked two jobsâŠyou did the least amount of housework, only doing it on your days off). âThat was the last box.â You grinned as you saw Dean coming down the stairs. âI am officially all moved in.âÂ
âAwesome.â He looked like a kid on Christmas. âSammy has to work until 5, so he said heâll meet us for dinner.â He took the box from you and went to take it upstairs.Â
âSo, this means we have a few hours to âcelebrateâ? Just us?â You followed him, eyes on his butt. âI work tonight, so right now would be perfect.âÂ
âI like how you think, sweetheart.â The two of you just seemed to fit together perfectly.Â
âIâm home!â You called out as you shut the door behind you.Â
âYouâre early.â Dean glanced at the clock. âLikeâŠ4 hours early. Whatâs wrong?â He saw the look on your face and rushed to you.Â
You sniffed. âUh, remember Darla?âÂ
He nodded. âYeah, the older waitress that told you she wanted to pinch my cheeks? Everything okay?âÂ
âShe didnât come in for her shift tonight, which is really unlike her. She has never missed a shift without calling, and even thatâs rare.â You started. âSo we sent Jimmy, the busboy, to check on her.â Your voice broke. âPoor DarlaâŠPoor Jimmy.âÂ
âBaby, what happened?âÂ
âHer door was busted in. And sh-she was dead. Brutally killed.â He pulled you to him, holding you tight as you cried. âWe closed early for the night, and the cops came to talk to everyone before we got sent home.âÂ
He hated that you were hurting, but beyond thankful that you werenât the one that went to check on her. You didnât need to see something like that. âDo they have any idea who killed her?âÂ
You shook your head. âI asked one of the officers how she died. The look on his faceâŠâ You breathed, pulling away slightly to look up at him. âHe said heâs never seen anything like it, and if he didnât know any better, that a bear got her.âÂ
âA bear?â He furrowed his brows.Â
âThatâs how bad she looked.â Letting out a breath, you stepped back. âIâm going to take a hot shower and take a couple sleeping pills.â You kissed his cheek softly.Â
He nodded, rubbing your arm. âIâll be up shortly.â Sam was supposed to be home from work soon, and wanted to talk to him about this. Something in his gut told him his two years in town were coming to an end. He watched you slip off your shoes and then make your way upstairs. Heâd stay and grow old with you if he had the choice. Part of him had let himself dream about an actual future with you. The two of you working on Baby with a little you. Him watching you teach a little him how to properly chop on onion. Clenching his jaw, he forced down the tears.Â
âDean?â Sam paused in the door. âWhatâs going on?âÂ
Looking at his brother, he didnât have to say a word. He saw that Sam understood what was going on. Sam knew that them living away from the supernatural was over. He was angry enough that he was losing his apple pie life, but even angrier that Sam was losing his. His baby brother had really just started letting his guard down in the last 6 months or so. Just in time for it to blow up in their faces.Â
Dean jerked awake when his phone rang. âHello?â He yawned as you shifted besides him. âBobby?â He sat up. Dean had called him now and then to check in, but Bobby never called him.Â
âYou still in that town you told me you settled in?âÂ
âYeah, we are.â He said softly, glancing at you before slipping out of bed. He didnât want to risk waking you up.Â
Bobby sighed. âBeen hearing rumors from the town about half an hour away. Sounds like a crossroads demon.â He warned him. âI donât know if it ever went your wayâŠâ
Dean groaned. âIt has.â He knew that was what tore Darla apart. âY/N/Nâs coworker must have been one of them. She came home upset, and I canât blame her. Darla was always nice.â He ran a hand over his face. âWe had planned to keep an eye out just in case.âÂ
âNot gonna lie, was hoping it woulda passed your town by.â Bobby told him.Â
Standing in the kitchen, Dean looked out the window into the backyard. The same backyard that you had just been lounging in the day before, in the bikini youâd bought just to wear for him. âMaybe itâs a sign, Bobby.â He said, letting his emotions show. âMaybe itâs a sign I need to get out of town. Whatâs next? Werewolves? Vampires? I canât let her die.âÂ
âDean, youâve been there two years.â Bobby pointed out. âIn those two years Iâve heard you happier than I ever have before. Youâve sounded more alive than ever before.â He was clearly trying to talk Dean out of leaving. âThat woman loves you! And from what Sam says, sheâs perfect for you. Walk away now, and youâll always wonder what could have been.âÂ
âWhat happens if we decide to have a family one day, and then something comes after them? What if I canât protect them?âÂ
âBoy, thatâs a question every parent has. To this day I wonder the same damn thing! You boys might be hunters, but youâre my boys. At least think about things.âÂ
Sighing, Dean closed his eyes. âIâm sorry, Bobby. Weâre leaving.âÂ
Waking up, you rolled over to cuddle Dean, but he wasnât there. âDe?â You blinked, slipping out of bed. Usually, if he couldnât sleep, you could find him in the garage, so thatâs where you went. âDe?âÂ
He whipped around, blocking the trunk. âBaby?â He had clearly been crying.Â
âWhatâs going on? What the hell is that in your trunk?â You moved over to look. âWhy do you have so many weapons?â Your eyes went to him. âWhy were you crying?âÂ
âLetâs go inside to talk. Sammy, why donât you go start packing my clothes?â He glanced to Sam, who was off to the side.Â
âWhy does he need to pack your clothes?â Why werenât you getting any answers? You pulled your arm from him as he tried to lead you away from Baby. âTalk to me!âÂ
âMy name isnât Dean Johnson.â He swallowed. âMy name is Dean Winchester, and up until I moved to townâŠSammy and I traveled the country hunting things.âÂ
You raised an eyebrow. âHunting things? Like deer?âÂ
âI wish.â He let out a humorless chuckle. âVampires, ghosts, demons, wendigos.â He listed.Â
Blinking, you tried to let that sink in. âYouâre telling me thatâs all real?â You stared at him. âSay I believe you, why leave now? Why try to leave in the middle of the night?âÂ
âBecause Darla was killed by a hellhound. She must have made a crossroads deal and her time was up.â He explained. âIt was a wake up call. We canât escape that life.âÂ
âYouâre leaving me, us, because someone else was killed?â Of course you cared about Darla, but what did she have to do with your relationship with Dean?Â
âWhat if the next thing that comes through targets you?âÂ
âBy that logic- you running away from your girlfriend is running away from protecting her!â You countered. âWhat if something comes through, and you arenât here? What then, Dean?!âÂ
âUs being here is like a beacon. Bad things just follow us.âÂ
You shook your head. âSo, what the hell was the last 2 years? What bad happened then?â You locked your eyes on his. âWhat âbad thingâ followed you over these past 2 years?â
He looked down. âNothing.â He admitted. âThey were the best 2 years of my life. I let myself hope for things that I canât have.â He managed.Â
âWho the hell says you canât have them? Iâm here, arenât I? I love you, and I think Iâm pretty fucking good!â You threw your hands up.Â
âSam got out once. Had the apple pie life. It got his girlfriend killed.â He told you. âI canât let that happen to you. I love you too much.âÂ
Clenching your jaw, you stepped closer to him. âSo donât let it.â You said firmly. âTeach me.âÂ
Dean whipped his head up to stare at you. âWhat?â He breathed.Â
âTeach me. Iâm a fast learner.â Your heart was pounding in your chest. âWe stay right here while you teach me anything I have to know. Iâm sure thereâs a way to make this house safe, right?â He nodded a bit. âThen we do that. Iâll quit my job as a chef, and we keep working. All three of us. You teach me until you think I know what I need to know. Then we can leave.âÂ
âI canât ask you to do that. You have a life here.â The pain couldnât be hidden from his eyes. âYou donât want to live motel to motel. Eating shitty food and sleeping on crappy beds.âÂ
You cupped his cheek and gave him a soft smile. âYou know why I want to do this?âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause I love you too much to let you walk away from me.â You kissed him softly. âI canât see my life without you. We all have some money put aside, and we can put even more aside between now and when we leave. Thatâll get us a couple nicer motel rooms now and then, right?âÂ
Dean looked in your eyes, wondering how the hell he got so lucky to find you. âYou believe me?âÂ
You took a breath. âMostly.â You admitted. âItâs a hard thing to wrap my head around, but Iâm sure as you tell me more, and as you teach me- Iâll come around.â Your heart told you to trust what he was saying. âPlease, letâs go back inside, tell Sam to stop packing, and talk.âÂ
âYou wonât hate me for taking you from the two things you love? Cooking and working on cars?âÂ
âIâd hate myself for letting you walk away.âÂ
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Hey Jealousy
My submission for International Bob Floyd Fucks Month, everyone say thank you @attapullman đ
Pairing-Bob Floyd x Reader
Rating-18+ MINORS EFF OFF, this is my first ever smut and itâs a little clunky so yâall be gentle with me đ„čđŹ
Warnings-language, sexual content (again minors fuck off), drinking, dirty dirty smut.
Summary- After a successful mission the squad joins together for the annual Navy Gala in San Diego, Bob has been hung up on you for months but too afraid to bite the bullet. What happens when someone on the squad decides to push his buttons? Will the green eyed monster rear its ugly head and bring you two together?
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Heâs nursing his beer across the room at his table with payback and rooster and between the look on his face and the white knuckle grip he has on his bottle anyone can tell heâs coming unraveled at the seams. You walked in earlier tonight arm and arm with his front seater Phoenix, both of you opting out of wearing your uniforms to the Navy Gala and wearing formal gowns instead. Honestly he wished he could say he even remembered what Phoenix was wearing because all he can do is gawk at the floor length red dress you have on, tight in all the right places and catching the eye of just about anyone with a pulse.
Like clockwork Hangman saunters up to the group, quick to open his big mouth to say whatâs on everyoneâs mind. âDamn baby on board, your girl over there is getting all sorts of attention, you might better make your move before someone else slides in and takes her home.â He wiggles his eyebrows winking in Bobâs direction, knowing heâs gotten under his skin.
âSheâs not mine Seresin, weâre just friends which I know youâre well aware.â He snarls, very much out of his character and they all take notice. He doesnât know how much more he can take of this, currently watching Yale drone at you about something stupid by the bar, heâs running his hand down your arm clearly making you antsy judging by your body language. It seems like every available guy on his team decided to ogle you like youâre just a pretty face; rather than the most perfect woman to walk the earth. Bobâs normally steadfast composure is almost non existent listening to the shit they keep spewing. Sure itâs all mostly above board and you probably wouldnât bat an eye over it, but selfishly Bob wants to sling his jacket over your shoulders and drag you home so he can keep all the prying eyes from looking at what he wishes was his.
Hangman calls his bluff immediately, knows all too well that sweet little Bob Floyd isnât as demure as everyone thinks. Heâs seen the way he looks at you when no one else is looking, whether you know it or not that man is hook, line, and sinker 100 percent yours.
So Jake decides to poke the bear. Itâs too easy really, he knows Bobâs been pining for months (letâs face it the poor boy doesnât have a poker face) so maybe just a little bit of needling is what the WSO needs to find his backbone.
âWellâ he drawls, shoving himself up from the table with a nod in your direction, âYou wonât mind if I shoot my shot then. She looks good enough to eat tonight and I for one am starving.â Payback and Rooster both audibly cringe, they know heâs laying it on thick and youâd never give him the time of day, but Bob doesnât. At least not for sure. In fact he looks rather green around the ears now, slightly panicked that the small chance he had deluded himself into thinking he had is vaporizing the second Hangman saunters over to the open bar. Rooster shoots him a sympathetic glance, poor kid needs to just bite the bullet he thinks but he canât help but be mildly amused at the shitstorm that Hangman is about to start.
Youâre almost relieved to see him honestly, you and Jake have always been good friends, both being from the south and having a deep appreciation for college football. If you have to listen to Yale drone on about his stupid deep sea fishing trip while he tries to cop a feel for much longer you might break one of his fingers. Maybe all of them.
âHangman!â You usher him over, scooting him between you and Yaleâs unwanted touches, all too grateful for the intrusion.
Yale looks over at Jake, annoyed and about to open his mouth but Jake waves him off like a pesky fly and he excuses himself, probably off to find his next victim, knows better than to even attempt an argument with Hangman.
âOh my God thank you, I thought heâd never leave me alone! I can only be nice for so long and I was just about ready to tell him to fuck off.â
âManners little lady, for someone who looks like a princess this evening you sure do have a mouth on you,â he throws his head back and laughs at your discomfort, he knows you arenât at ease in this setting at all, calling the bartender over to get you another jack and coke.
âSo tell me Y/N, when are you gonna let baby on board off the hook and tell him youâre ready to go steady with him?â
You sputter out a gasp as you accidentally inhale a little of your drink, quick to clear your throat and throw daggers up at Hangman with your stare.
âFirst of all, you know I canât stand it when you make fun of him, second of all how much have you had to drink tonight? I think you might have hit your limit if you think Bob is even remotely interested in me.â
He just pats you on the hand now, almost condescendingly.
âWanna make a wager on that? Because I guarantee you sugar, Glasses over there is head over boots and I bet I can make him just jealous enough to finally admit that heâs got the hots for you.â
You link your arm in his and pivot him towards the dance floor. âFine, youâve got a deal, and when I prove you wrong you have to wear an Alabama jersey at the Hard Deck next weekend and tell everyone Roll Tide!â You erupt into giggles at Jakeâs look of disgust, but a deal is a deal and heâs nothing if not a gentleman.
Meanwhile Bob is feeling more and more off kilter, he knows he needs to just get out of his damn head and cross whatever line heâs drawn in the sand that keeps him from telling you how he feels. Heâs so deep in his own thoughts that he doesnât even notice Phoenix plopping down into the vacant seat next to him.
âUh hello? Earth to Bob?â She waves a hand over his face to snap him out of whatever trance he looks like heâs in.
âWhat? Huh? Oh Iâm sorry Nat, I donât know whatâs gotten into me tonight, I donât feel like myself at all.â He looks absolutely miserable as he watches Jake escort you to the dance floor encircling you in his arms.
Her face softens as she looks at her WSO, knows exactly whatâs got him in such a funk.
âCould it have something to do with the fact that Y/N looks like a million bucks tonight and you are coming out of your skin having to watch every guy in here try to get her to go out with them?â
His eyes go wide at her response and he feels his skin heat up and stomach lurch just thinking about someone else being with you the way he wants.
âI-I donât have a clue what you mean.â
âI think you do, and if you were honest with yourself youâd just admit it.â
He sighs, running his hand over his face and looking up towards the dance floor, where you and Hangman are still swaying to the music, his hands dangerously low at your waist. Bob has to look away, sickly feeling in his stomach rearing its ugly head again.
Rooster leans in, he spent most of the night trying to stay out of it but it looks like his friend could use the encouragement. Sliding a shot of tequila in front of the WSO he claps him on the shoulder.
âBob, life is too damn short. You gonna sit here all night and mope or go get your girl?â
Bob tries to anchor himself for a moment, slings the shot back, liquid courage burning through his veins as he pushes back from the table. Heâll be damned if he doesnât at least try to let you know how he feels, if you shoot him down then thatâs that. But he canât take one more minute watching someone else get all your attention.
âAtta boy Bobby!â Phoenix crows as she and Rooster watch him weave through the crowd to you.
Jake is being very handsy, and while youâd given him permission to play things up for the bit you were losing hope fast that this would actually work. You should have never agreed to this, you knew it wasnât true that Bob was into you; youâd all but thrown yourself at him more times than you could count and the soft spoken man had just written it off as you being an affectionate friend. Jakeâs got his lips pressed right above your ear now, assuring you it wonât be much longer judging by the glare he gotten the last time he glanced at their table. The two of you sway to whatever song the dj is playing, youâre feeling so stupid now for this little stunt, as you open your mouth to tell Jake itâs time to give up the act you feel strong hands plucking you from his arms. You gasp as you are suddenly spun around, face to face with Bob. Jake blends back into the crowd with a chuckle, mission accomplished.
âOhmygosh, wha- oh Robby hey! Whatâs going on? You ok?â Youâre scanning his features now, heâs causally moved you both to the edge of the dance floor now, still swaying to the song and to anyone else it would look like he seamlessly cut in to dance with his friend, not at all the reality of the situation at hand, far more tense and out of character.
Heâs looking down into your face now, something stormy in his features as he pulls you closer to him.
âY/N, Iâm sorry I know that was rude but I just- I couldnât stand it anymore.â
âCouldnât stand what Robby? whatâs going on? Youâre starting to worry me a little.â
He looks so on edge, it hurts your heart to know somethingâs troubling him so you squeeze his arm thatâs around your waist, giving him the encouragement to go on.
âCan-can we go outside and talk? I promise Iâm not trying to get out of it I just donât want to do this here.â
You nod and take his hand, letting him lead you from the ballroom and out into the courtyard of the fancy hotel the gala was being held.
The second you hit the open air his body is pressed to yours, running his hand through your hair at the base of your neck to pull your faces together, rubbing his nose gently against yours.
âI need you to tell me this is all in my headâ he gasps, eyes wild, âI would die if I ever made you feel uncomfortable but God- I gotta know if you feel the same way Y/N, I donât think I can keep going like this anymore. Everyone keeps telling me that you feel the same but I canât- I canâtâŠâ he shakes his head trying to get his thoughts together, anxiety pooling in his stomach at the thought that this is going wrong.
You suck in a sharp breath, feeling him so close with his hands running over your sides and his lips against yours is like heaven, it makes it downright impossible to conjure up a coherent sentence. So you opt for showing him rather than telling, gripping his bicep with one hand and stroking his jaw with the other, you lean up and press your lips to his, first one, then two soft kisses. He groans into your mouth now, a noise so delicious you need him to do it again immediately.
The damn breaks and itâs like a wildfire now, hands roaming everywhere mouths panting hot open filthy kisses as his tongue slides in to massage yours. The only thought in your head is his name, Robby Robby Robby. Making out like a bunch of teenagers grinding up against each other in the dark, you feel him slide his thigh between your legs into the side slit of your dress, just a taste of the friction you need but not nearly enough. You know you ought to stop, anyone could walk out and catch you but itâs just oh so good. You could slap yourself for taking this long to have him like this, cursing all the nights you went home to your toys thinking of him when you could have been doing this all along.
Reluctantly you pull back and take a deep gasping breath, chests heaving and fighting for air. You grin up at him now, and he flashes you a crooked smile that turns your limbs to jelly.
âIf I had known all I had to do was get you a little bit jealous to finally make a move I have to admit I would have done that a hell of a lot sooner.â
He guffaws at that, looks so much more at ease, the sound one of the best things youâve ever heard. âDarlinâ all it took was you in this dress to turn me into putty in your little hands, Iâve been a downright fool for waiting this long. Iâm so stupidly in love with you.â
His words warm you from the inside out, and you press soft kisses to his neck, whispering into his skin-
âI love you so much Robby, always have.â
You two stumble back into the ballroom a little worse for wear and make a beeline for your table so you can grab your stuff. Everyone on the team takes the two of you in, flushed cheeks and mussed up hair, Bobâs got lipstick smeared on his chin near his lips and you donât feel a bit embarrassed by the shocked looks you are given as you swiftly snatch your purse up and bid everyone goodbye, bubbly giggles erupting from you as Bob swats at your backside trying to get you to hurry up and get to his truck. Heâs the only one taking you home tonight and if he has anything to say about it every night for the foreseeable future.
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The line between the two of you is non existent now, you are trying your best to let him be a safe driver but Jesus H Christ you just want him everywhere.
He can tell you are literally buzzing with need, shaky hands pawing at his thigh and abs while leaning across the console to suck a mark next to his Adamâs apple. Heâs trying his damndest to not pull over on the side of the highway and take you right here, but he wants this to be perfect. Just as your hand goes to slide between his legs he snatches both wrists up in one of his giant hands. You look at him with shock covering your features, he didnât even look away from the road as he swatted your hands and placed them in your lap. His voice is deeper than normal, eyes still laser focused on the road in front of him. Manâs a stealth pilot after all.
âSweetheart I need you to keep those pretty hands to yourself, Iâm not fucking you in the front seat of the truck for our first time. We gotta do this right ok sugar? Just be patient a little longer.â
Oh. OH. You can confidently say youâve never been more turned on in your entire life.
Finally, mercifully after what seems like a million years (it was the longest 5 minutes of your life), you pull up to your little beach condo. Stepping out of the truck on shaky legs into his waiting arms is a feat, youâve never needed someone so badly in your life. He holds you close, his warmth enveloping you as he kisses the top of your head.
âWe donât have to do this tonight if you donât want to baby-â there he is, suddenly your shy unsure boy, no need to second guess himself but always worrying about others.
You wish you could be bothered to be embarrassed for the way you all but launched yourself at him, fingers carding through his hair to grip at the short ends at the base, sliding your tongue into his mouth and begging him to take you to bed.
It was all he needed to flip the switch, ushering you into your house, the moment the door is shut he presses you into the door, nimble fingers working at the zipper on the back of your dress while he presses sloppy kisses to your chest. The dress pools at your feet and he pulls in air through his nose and moans at the realization that underneath your gown you were only wearing what he would consider the smallest piece of fabric known to mankind and calling it underwear. You are convinced the room is spinning, heat rising up your body as you clumsily work in tandem with him to rid him of his own clothes, tossing the jacket of his dress whites on your couch as you begin to move him forward to your bedroom.
He grips the sides of your thighs and tells you to jump into his arms, blindly going down the hall until he stops right at the edge of your bed.
Letting you slide down his body you immediately hit your knees, making quick work of his belt buckle, he looks almost dazed now, leans his hand down to tilt your face to him, deep blue eyes roaming over your exposed skin.
âMy sweet girl, look at you. Such a pretty little thing, you gonna let me have your mouth?â He drawls, his accent thicker than normal and you have to squeeze your thighs together just thinking about whatâs to come.
You melt into his touch, fingers dancing along the edge of his boxers, and nod your head. You lean in to nuzzle your face into him, hot and heavy against your cheek and revel in the noises he makes above you.
You decide you donât have it in you to tease him tonight, itâs been such a long time coming and youâd be lying if you havenât come undone in the quiet of your room thinking about this exact moment. You rake your nails down his abs, make quick work to rid him of his pants and underwear, realizing very quickly that the locker room talk the boys have engaged in isnât just talk. Heâs definitely got plenty to brag about, but you had always thought the guys were just teasing him when they said he was huge.
You wrap your fingers around him now, looking back up at him as you lean in to swirl your tongue over his tip. Sliding his hand up into your hair he winds it around his hand a little and pulls you forward, you immediately open your mouth fully to take more of him, tongue flattening and letting him take what he wants from you. You know heâd never hurt you, thatâs the thing about your line of work, you have to have complete trust in each other to keep your team safe. This though, letting him have complete control and telling him you love him through your actions; itâs like a promise.
He continues shallowly thrusting into your mouth, grunting filthy praises, telling you how beautiful you are, how good you are to him. He pulls back just when it becomes too much and kneels to scoop you up in his arms, laying you gently on the bed just taking you in. He still canât quite believe that this is really happening, convinced heâll wake up any second now. You make grabby hands at him now and he huffs out a laugh, crawling up the bed into your arms as you pull him on top of you.
You donât think youâve ever wanted someone this much, sex with other partners has almost always been about the other person, usually with you faking it and taking care of yourself later. Having him this way is like a drug, you know all the fantasies youâve concocted have nothing on just how good he feels. You try to push yourself into him, let him know you want him to take you but he stills your movements. You let out a whine, looking up at him with pouty lips and he kisses it away with a smile. âI donât know how youâve been doing this in the past but baby Iâve got my own set of rules here. Now Iâll give you what you want, I promise but you gotta let me get you ready first. You gotta let me taste ya and cum for me and then you can have my cock, can you be a good girl and do that for me?â You blink at him, jaw going slack, completely blown away. Youâre pretty sure you are wetter than the pacific and he hasnât even really touched you yet. This man is going to be the death of you for sure.
You grasp his face and moan into his mouth as you kiss him deeply, nipping at his lower lip to elicit more noises from him. Pulling you back a little he rubs his nose with yours and gives you a quick wink before making his descent down your body, pink tongue pokes out to lave at your sternum while he massages your breasts in his hands. âYou are so perfect everywhere baby but God these titsâŠI could stay right here all day if youâd let me.â He pulls a nipple between his teeth and you nearly jolt off the bed, grinding yourself down onto his thigh as he continues his torture. âRobbyâ you gasp, fighting for air and purchase on the bed, tangling your fingers in the sheets as you continue to buck up onto his leg. He pulls back and quirks an eyebrow at you, clearly amused at just how needy youâve become for him already. âWhat is it baby girl? Use your words, tell me what you want.â
âI need- I need your mouth on me, please I want it so bad Robbyâ you babble at him, you canât even bother to be ashamed at how ridiculous you probably sound, somewhere deep in your mind you know heâs probably eating it up, smug bastard.
He shushes you and runs his hands over your breasts and stomach, slides down to the apex of your thighs and spreads them wide. âIâve got you sugar, Iâve got ya.â And finally, blessedly he dives in, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your throbbing clit, swirling his tongue around it and sucking harshly. You arch yourself up into his face, gasping roughly as you reach down to grip his hair, attempting to close your legs around him but he holds you down, eating at you like itâs his last meal.
Moans vibrating directly into your pussy and you arenât sure if heâs talking to you or to it, but Jesus if youâd known he could talk dirty and eat pussy like this you might not have waited so long to make him yours. Heâs sliding his ring and middle finger inside of you now, and oh if this is how good it feels from his fingers you might die when you finally get him inside you. The noises bouncing off your bedroom walls are obscene, moans coming from you both and the lewd wet smacks from his lips and tongue.
âDoinâ so good for me love, taste so damn sweetâ he rasps and begins to crook his fingers into that place you can never seem to quite reach yourself and suddenly youâre right there, orgasm takes you before you can even warn him, thrashing your head back and forth as you keen high in your throat and you swear you nearly black out from the euphoria. He continues fucking you with his fingers through your high, massaging your calf with his other hand. You finally come down from the haze and lean up on your elbows, grabbing his shoulders to pull him up and kiss him.
You look at him through your lashes, admiring how pretty he is. He seems to feel your gaze, cheeks and ears turning pink and you canât help how your heart feels like it might burst at how happy you are. You lay like that for a few minutes, just kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other but you can tell Bob is more than ready for you now, pressed up against your thigh hot and heavy. You press a few kisses to the freckles scattering his cheeks before tugging his earlobe between your teeth. âI was a good girl for you Robby, want you to fuck me now baby. Need you so badly, make me yours my loveâ
And you know exactly what youâre doing to him, he grips your hip tightly and you see the cracks in his composure, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger he licks into your mouth turning you into a moaning mess all over again. You reach between your bodies to stroke him and he pulls back from your lips leaving you a whining mess.
âOk, ok baby girl I know it, Iâm gonna give it to you.â You give a sigh of relief reaching to pull a condom out of your nightstand, ripping the package open and rolling it down his length.
He hovers over you now, lips ghosting over yours as he slowly eases himself into your heat. You gasp as he enters you, body trembling at the sensation and grip his biceps, nails digging in sure to leave a bruise tomorrow but neither of you can be bothered to care. The stretch is so good, so so good and you feel like you might come apart again just from this. A string of curses fall from his lips and he begins to grind slowly into you, pubic bone grazing your clit with each thrust of his hips into yours.
âOh Robby, oh baby I love you sâgood baby so good, just like thatâ you moan into his neck and he knows youâre getting close again already, so turned on for him that you know heâs already ruined you for anyone else.
âSo pretty sugar, look at you taking me so well, God I just want you like this all the time, been dreaming of fucking you like this for so long, better than I ever imagined, gonna give you everything baby God I fucking love youâ Heâs pretty sure heâs never been this hard in his life, as ruined as you think you are he may just be worse.
You preen under his praise, clearly didnât realize until just now how much it turned you on but the way you're clenching around him gives you away.
âYou like when I tell you how good you are donât you baby? Can feel how much you like it sweet girl, think you can give me another one darlinâ? Want to see you make a mess all over my cock, come on beautiful girl you can do itâ he coos at you as he reaches down to rub his thumb over your swollen bud, one, two, three swipes and youâre crying out, clamping down on him and cumming harder than you have in your entire life. Heâs fucking you through it, letting you buck up into him and take what you need until you fall back weakly against the pillows, sucking in air in deep gulps as you try to come down. He doesnât let you though, begins fucking you in earnest now, hips slapping into the back of your thighs as he presses you down into the mattress, pulls your feet up over his shoulders and slams into you relentlessly. All you can do is just take it now, pleasure rolling off of you in waves as you cry out and you know youâre already close again.
âYou got one more in you angel? Want ya to come with me this time ok? Youâre so fucking good baby so good for me, pussy is so perfect like it was made to take meâ heâs not even sure what heâs saying anymore just completely lost in how good it feels and how much he needs you to cum with him.
âMâ close baby, want us to go together too please please please, oh oh God!â you call out, and you know heâs on the edge too, once again gliding your slick over your clit to get you there and heâs leaning in to press his mouth to yours as you both come together, a mess of teeth and tongue clashing and itâs everything, deep guttural moans pouring from his mouth the sweetest noises youâve ever heard. He runs his hands through your hair and presses kisses to your sweaty forehead, slowly pulling out of you to toss the condom and you whine at the loss of him.
âIâm not going anywhere baby, just give me a second so I can clean you up and Iâll be right back.â
You lay there dazed, somewhere between asleep and alert and heâs back, wiping you down gently and crawling back into bed to hold you.
Just as you both begin to doze off you press a kiss to his arm, whispering I love yous as you succumb to sleep. Heâs not typically a jealous man but if the green eyed monster got you in his arms and in his bed maybe being a little jealous from time to time ainât so bad.
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Vampires you say? I happen to be a vampire connoisseur, some little things that have been on the brain lately - A vampire that can't stop themselves from sinking their fangs into your neck while they rail you into next week - Alternatively, a vampire who can stop themselves from biting you, they just don't. They whisper "hold still" in your ear and then bite you as hard as they can - Being a free use fuck toy/bloodbag for a covenant of vampires. They of course have to be careful not to drain you too much before your body has time to replace its blood volume, but they drink form you till your weak and unable to struggle, and then they spend all night using you like a fleshlight. They are creatures of the night afterall, they sleep all day and then have plenty of energy to use up at night. - Being a servant sent as a sacrifice to a vampire ruler, you presume you are meant to be a meal but instead they stuff your holes full of cum and you're made to join the group of other 'sacrifices' all of which are also filled to the brim
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"Really, they'll make a wonderful... servant! Very healthy, this one." It was all I could do not to shudder at my soon to be ex-employers words, offering me up as a lamb to the slaughter. The man, mysterious with sharp eyes, carefully took me in but said nothing. Instinctively I knew he wanted to watch my boss squirm.
Everyone knew the truth. Our town was practically run by a group of vampires. No one ever said it outright, but we all knew. You kept your head down, didn't get close to new comers who wouldn't last long, and everything was fine.
But everything was not fine. My boss had gotten himself into a spot of trouble. He never told me the details but it must be pretty fucking bad if he's desperate enough to offer me up on a silver platter. To call attention to himself.
"I think you might just have a deal." The monster, the head vampire if the whispers were correct, finally spoke up, "get out of my sight. You, come with me."
And just like that, i belonged to the vampire coven.
The first night had been utterly terrifying. Instead of being ripped into like I expected, the leader showed me around their manor and introduced me to the coven. Of course they fed from me that first night, but nothing more. Four mouthes latching onto me, sharp fangs piercing deep into my neck. Something about their bites left me uncomfortably warm and light headed, and I'm quickly shown to a room to recover.
Over the next few weeks my postion as blood bag is made painfully clear. All four of them are nipping at me every chance they get, and getting progressively handsier as time goes on. I get to learn their personality and preferences through these feedings.
The youngest is wild and impulsive- biting deep and harsh and almost having to be pried off of me by the others, lost in their hunger. They're the most handsy too, ice cold fingers slipping under my clothes feel far too good in my loopy post-feeding state. Another realm they need to be reigned in, no matter how hot and bothered feeding the vampires, the leader never allows anything further than heavy petting. It's honestly starting to drive me a bit insane.
The sweetest vampire has platinum blonde hair and likes to coddle me, cooing about how sweet I am and petting me while drinking my blood. They always make sure I end up somewhere soft and comfortable in the end. I think they must be getting off on taking care of me when blood loss makes me dizzy and frail.
It's still preferable to the second in command. They're outright cruel. Biting the deepest, holding me down and mocking my inability to fight back against supernatural strength. They like the hunt, following me in the shadows only to pounce when i least expect it- leaving me jumpy and paranoid.
I still don't know if I prefer them to the leader though. The leader treats me like food, nothing more. Just a pretty thing to sit on his lap and quench his thirst. He hasn't said a word to me since that first horrible night.
And so here I am, sitting on his lap as the others watch him feed from me. It's clear whatever aphrodisiac properties vampire venom have are getting to me- im hot and barely suppressing the urge to moan and grind against his thigh.
"Look, it's broken in enough isn't it? Poor things desperate." The leader detaches from my neck at that, cold eyes taking in my desperate form.
"You know, I think you're right." He says, leaning in close and nipping my ear. "I think it's finally time we showed our new pet some proper hospitality."
In an instant the others closed in, their freezing hands roaming every inch of my body. The chill felt heavenly against the heat of my own body. I was too lost in blood loss and vampire venom to have any idea what was happening, not that it would have mattered against the four of them.
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