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notiddygothgf · 1 year ago

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❛ Talk to me, baby. I'm goin' blind from this sweet, sweet craving, whoa-oh. Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy. I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean. ❜

★ pairings: choso kamo x f!reader

★ synopsis: you and choso find a way to beat the heat.

★ c.w.: sexual tension, PWP, porn without plot, happy ending! au?, idk everyone's happy lol, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, cowgirl in the backseat, creampie, blowjobs, choso has mommy issues lowkey, and the reader caters to them lowkey. dom/sub undertones, choso doesnt know how to deal with his horniness lol, old fashioned, nasty ass sex, just read it you'll love it.

★ a/n: hi baby girls!! I have been holding onto this one for a MINUTE bc I wanted to make sure it's perfect. im doin a lil bit of a kinktober, so send those requests in! I hope u all love it as much as I do. bitchz w mommy issues wya???🗣️🗣️

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CHOSO LOVED THE BEACH. Not for the reason one might normally proclaim such affection for an otherwise family-friendly pastime, but it was a valid reason nevertheless. He used to hate it, actually, especially when Getou and Mahito would drag him out there on the hottest day of the summer for their stupid villain conventions. He was quite comfortable at home in all of his layers. But there was something about the beach these days, something that had him reconsidering his bias.

Call him classless, call him perverted. Whatever it was, there was this strange pull towards the beach that had him in a chokehold. He just couldn’t quite place it.

“You’re staring,” Megumi remarked.

Choso’s brow quirked. Letting his head loll to the side, teetering just off the edge of his beach chair, he offered the following words to his brother’s friend. “No, I wasn’t.”

He totally was. The way his sun glasses slid down the bridge of his nose as you walked past the two was a dead giveaway. But, shit, you looked too good to be true. You were this pretty little thing, strutting around in a pretty pink bikini, soaking in the rays of sunlight, and you were bringing a drink to your friend, Maki. Looked like a lemonade. Also looked like booze. It could have been anything, in all honesty, he wasn’t looking there.

If there was a god out there, he hoped they would forgive him for his ravenous gaze. He had always had a little thing for you, if you will, but the moment you had walked onto the beach today he found himself completely enamored by you.

As you bent down to set the drink in the sand, the bottom of your small pink bikini slipped inward, revealing the smooth, sand-dusted skin of your plump little butt. Then you plopped down on the beach towel next to your friend and popped open the bottle of sunscreen.

Choso watched – rather shamelessly – as you sprayed some of it onto you arm, rubbing it in. You held the canister towards your chest at arms length and released some more of the sheer spray onto the skin there. It trickled down, catching the light of the sun, dripping down between your breasts–

A pair of hairy, pale legs obstructed the view.

“Found a sand dollar,” Spoke none other than the world’s quirkiest little brother, Yuuji Itadori. In a rather fitting slow-pan up to his face, Choso took note of the dorky goggles that he had popped over his eyes. He was shirtless. You would think that the man would have learned that you don’t need to go deep sea diving at the beach by now. “You guys coming?”

Megumi took the words right out of Choso’s mouth. Or, actually, ‘word’ might be more fitting.

“No.”

“I’ll pass,” Choso sighed, repositioning his sunglasses over his eyes. Silently, of course, he cursed his brother for putting on such a show in front of – what was he talking about? Choso Kamo… letting his desires cloud his love for his brother? He usually wasn’t this bad. “I thought I threw those out on you?”

“I bought new ones,” Yuuji muttered. He practically tore the goggles from his face, sending locks of pink hair standing up in the air. Tossing them to the side, he plopped between Megumi and Choso on the picnic blanket.

“Of course you did,” Megumi, who had, for a brief – but beautiful – moment been alluded into believing his friend had decided to keep his remarkable lack of social awareness to himself, reached into the cooler they had filled earlier that day and produced a much needed refreshment.

“Hi!”

Choso, Yuuji and Megumi all turned their heads toward the sound.

It was you. His ‘crush’, as Yuuji had embarrassingly called it. And, shit, you looked even prettier up close. Your hair looked so soft. So did your–

He shook the thoughts away.

“Sorry to bother ‘ya,” You lowered your head apologetically. You extended your arm out towards the three men. Clutched in your small hand was the bottle of sunscreen you had been using before Yuuji had caught Choso’s attention. “My friend is out cold. Could you just get my back for me?”

Choso felt his face grow red at the mere prospect of being so close to you. He had never had the courage to actually reach out and touch you. He felt as if, for some odd reason he didn’t quite understand, his touch would have killed you. You had always been so sweet to him, offering him small talk, refreshments, and friendly jokes when it was just the two of you away from the group.

“Not a problem, Sensei,” Yuuji replied rather quickly.

He reached for the bottle. Before he could grab it, Megumi jabbed his elbow harshly into the back of Yuuji’s neck.

“Bitch, ow,” He hissed.

The glare Megumi shot him could have been heard from ten miles away. Choso sighed, refraining from shaking his head.

“I think he’s sick. I’ll bring him to the infirmary,” Megumi added quietly, standing up rather abruptly and taking Yuuji with him.

Yuuji babbled mindlessly the whole way back.

Highschoolers.

Choso looked back to you. Just you. Alone. He felt his hands get all clammy again. He blamed it on the sun. You were holding the bottle expectantly.

“Uh… I can… I can help, if you’re okay with that,” He looked away, internally kicking himself for fumbling so hard.

You only tilted your head at him. Your eyes were so pretty, wide open as they lingered over his body, his eyes, his nose. Your gaze was a wildfire spreading over the expanse of his face.

It was then that he realized he was very, very shirtless.

“‘Kay, thanks,” you smiled softly.

As you laid down on the beach blanket, Choso felt his heart race even faster. He could hardly believe this was all happening – hell, part of him wondered if he had overstepped by offering his services to you. The sun beat down on your skin, his head, the sand – he blamed the warmth flooding his face on the weather.

You were laid on your stomach only a few inches away, completely oblivious to his moral dilemma.

He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself while he reached for the bottle of sunscreen you had set onto the blanket beside you. With hands that trembled ever-so-slightly, he uncapped the bottle and squeezed a small amount onto his palm. The sunscreen was cool to the touch – so, not wanting to cause you even the slightest bit of discomfort, he warmed it up between his hands.

He then hesitantly placed his hands on the smooth valley of your upper back.

You gasped, twitching beneath his palms.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked quickly, withdrawing his hands.

“No, sorry,” You sighed, shifting on the blanket and then relaxing once more. “Your hands are cold ‘s all.”

Choso felt the blush coming on all over again. He hoped you wouldn’t turn your head back around and see him like this. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, averting his gaze.

“You’re all good, hot stuff,” You offered. “You can keep going.”

His face burned like hell at your compliment. He knew you were that way with everyone, dropping little ‘babe’s and ‘honey’s to your friends and fellow sorcerers. He wasn’t anything special, anyway. Surely, you weren’t talking to him.

He replaced his hands on your back, touch delicate like your skin would crack if he pressed too hard. He started with broad strokes, making sure to spread the sunscreen across your skin evenly. His fingers splayed out over your warm, soft skin, moving in circles. He massaged the sunscreen into your back with a tenderness that surprised even himself.

He wasn’t sure what this stuff actually did. He had seen some of Yuuji’s Jujutsu friends slather some on earlier. Judging by the name, he assumed it protected them from the sun. From what, though? Could the sun hurt some humans? He didn’t really understand.

“You’re wondering something,” You asked, seemingly sensing his pensiveness by the way his hands slowed. “Ask away.”

Choso bit the skin on the inside of his lip, “This lotion…” he asked, “What does it do?”

“Sunscreen?” You hummed. “It forms a layer over your skin so you don’t get sunburnt.”

“Sunburnt…” He reiterated.

“Yeah, that shit hurts,” You added. “I’m guessing Itadori never gave you the run-up on beach necessities…?”

“I guess not,” He remarked quietly.

“I can show you how to apply yours if you want,” You said.

Choso’s heart felt like it would burst. “Okay,” he said, pausing slightly. “I’d like that, thanks.”

Then he was back to his job. His hands smoothed over your back, dipping down a little lower until his thumb brushed against the strap of your bikini. He felt suddenly aware of how soft and warm you felt beneath his touch.

He was dangerously close to the knot in the string that held your whole getup together. He worried for a moment that the dainty bow would come undone – by some strange, supernatural turn of events – despite him making a great effort to move around it.

Choso’s breath hitched when his finger caught on the string, making the knot snap against your skin. He froze up, heart pounding in his chest, perfectly still over your body. The string felt like a fragile barrier between your warm skin and his cold touch, between your body and the thoughts that raced through his mind.

He wondered if you found him weird and off-putting. His gaze flickered up to your face, leaning over slightly, searching your face for any sign of discomfort.

But when he looked into your eyes, he found you were looking at him with the same curiosity. You smiled at him, pretty lips forming a reassuring expression, wordlessly encouraging him to keep going.

Slowly, unsurely, Choso continued his ministrations. He trailed two digits down your spine, stopping at the string. He felt a knot beneath the skin there. He knew sorcerers put themselves through rigorous training. He didn’t doubt that you were feeling sore from the mission you had just come back from a few days ago.

“You’re tense here,” He said quietly.

You turned your head to look at him, “Yeah?”

“Right here,” He pinpointed the exact area with his knuckles, pressing deep into the tissue.

In response, you moaned quietly, back shifting beneath his touch. His shorts seemed to get just a little bit tighter.

Calm down.

“You got magic hands, Choso,” You quipped, though your voice was strained as he passed over the knot a second time. “You could be a masseuse.”

He felt his nerves subside only slightly, though he felt flustered by your words.

You got magic hands.

You could be a masseuse.

Unbeknownst to him, the sensation of his touch created a pleasant tingling beneath your skin. You closed your eyes, letting him take the reins.

Choso continued to work his fingers over your back, feeling the tension slowly melt away beneath his touch. He had used up the last of the sunscreen to cover your lower back, the skin just above your bottom, and he realized his job was done.

“I think that should do it,” He said softly, voice tinged with reluctance as he removed his hands from your back.

You sat up, stretching, turning towards him, eyes sparkling, “Thanks, Cho, you’re a lifesaver.”

You’re a lifesaver.

A shy smile tugged at his lips, “Of course.”

Then, to his surprise, you asked. “You’re sweet. Mind if I sit with you?”

Choso felt his heart skip more than one beat. His eyes widened. He looked at the sand, the shoreline, anything but you. “Sure,” he said.

Smooth, dumbass.

You grinned and pushed yourself up, saying, “I’ll be right back.”

Choso took a moment to collect his thoughts as you left. He was getting ahead of himself. Way ahead of himself. Stll, you had chosen to spend more time with him. You wanted to sit with him.

Conveniently, only a brief moment after you had stepped away, Megumi returned with Yuuji in tow. Choso quirked a brow at the speed of their return.

“That was quick,” he remarked.

Megumi shrugged, “Took him to get ice cream on the boardwalk instead.”

“You get her number?” Yuuji asked.

“I was doing her a favor,” Choso’s calm facade broke. With wide eyes, he hissed, “Pervert.”

“Dumbass,” Yuuji sucked his teeth.. “Look, tonight’s the night to make a move. When else would you find yourself alone with her like this?”

And before Choso could respond, you came back, holding a speaker in one hand. “I brought snacks!” You smiled.

Some time around sundown, sometime after Getou had summoned up one of his low-grade curses to start a fire, the beach day transformed itself into a fireside chat. It was a picturesque scene. The sky was a canvas of blue, with hues of pink and orange painted over the horizon. It was mostly empty there, now. The waves lapped calmly at the shore, a quiet noise that seemed to accompany the quiet chatter of friends gathered around a fire.

There was laughter, groups of people indulged in conversations. Everyone seemed so calm, so happy, it almost seemed to good to be true.

Megumi and Itadori were caught in a cock-off with Maki. Nobara stargazing on her and Maki’s beach blanket. Gojo and Getou were talking in his direction, but not necessarily at him.

“I just think you have an unfair drinking advantage because you’re a man,” You were saying just off to Choso’s side.

The mood was light. Everyone seemed to be content.

Choso, however, couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from you. The warm, fading sunlight seemed to caress your features from the side, highlighting your pretty smile and making your eyes shimmer. He found himself completely and utterly enamored by you.

You and Getou had cracked open a bottle of Tequila about an hour ago. Getou’s boyfriend long-term-long-distance-low-commitment-casual-boyfriend, Satoru Gojo was red in the face, slouched against the bare chest revealed by Getou’s unbuttoned floral shirt.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Gojo chuckled, letting Getou top off his fourth shot of the night.

Getou denied any relationship with Gojo. Their eyes betrayed them, though. The connection was evident in the loving glances they exchanged.

You had a faint flush of your own, though you had only taken two shots so far.

He tried two of his own, only because you didn’t want to do them alone. He had never been big on drinking. He just didn’t want to seem like a pussy.

“Why don’t you pour me one so we can test that theory?” Nobara nudged you in the side.

Choso watched the scene unfold with mild interest.

“Because you’re a minor,” You said.

Nobara pouted, leaning back onto her blanket. “Not like I’ve never drank before.”

Maki chimed in over her shoulder, “Got vomit stains on my carpet to prove it.”

“Shut up,” She bit back.

You handled the situation effortlessly. “I don’t condone teen drinking,” You began, your voice softening as you continued, “But. I know the four you will probably go hit up one of those beachside bars tonight with your fake IDs anyway.”

“Fake IDs?” Gojo looked at Megumi out of the corner of his eye. Megumi did not look back.

You clapped. Choso’s ears perked up at the sound.

“That being said!” You raised your voice a bit. “I would rather you drink something less potent. Under adult supervision.”

You turned to Getou and Gojo, who exchanged knowing glances before nodding their approval. Choso couldn’t help but be impressed.

“So who wants a Malibu rum spritzer?” You clasped your hands together.

Excitement rippled through the group, and all of the kids, yes all of the kids, Including Yuuji, eagerly raised their hands.

Choso shot his brother a disapproving glare, one that dissipated the moment you leaned in, laying your head on his shoulder. Your voice, soft and smooth like your skin, enticed him as you sing-songed, “Let the kid live a little.”

It was rather remarkable, actually, how quickly his defenses melted at your gentle persuasion. He sighed in resignation. “Alright.”

You grinned up at him, effortlessly stealing his breath away.

“Great,” you said, getting up from your spot without another word. “I’ll go get them from my car. Don’t wait up for me, I walk real slow.”

Turning your attention back to Choso, you looked at him with a warmth behind your gaze he couldn’t quite place. “Choso, sweetie, could you help me carry the cooler?”

His heart soared at your request – at the prospect of you wanting his assistance. He got to his feet quickly, eager to help.

The sand felt cool beneath his feet as he followed your lead.

The moon hung low in the sky as you and Choso strolled through the parking lot, searching for your jeep. The temperature had dropped quite a few notches from earlier, cold breeze rustling through Choso’s hair.

When you spotted your ride, you said, “There it is!”

Choso followed wordlessly behind you. He was still quite nervous that – for the second time today – it was just you and him… alone. Yuuji’s words echoed through his mind.

“When else would you find yourself alone with her like this?”

You popped the door to the backseat open, sitting on the floor – your truck was raised a bit off the ground, so it didn’t put you too far below him.

“My legs are so fucking sore,” You sighed. You dusted your leg off with the backside of your bare foot. When you peered up at him through those long, dense lashes of yours, he felt himself fall for you a second time.

You asked him, “Mind if we take a little break?”

Choso nodded along like the dumb little dog he was for you.

You pushed yourself up and away from the truck, gesturing for him to get inside. It didn’t take much at all for him to step into it and take a seat. You settled in right next to him – perhaps a little closer to Choso than was strictly necessary. He couldn’nt help the pleasant shiver that went down his spine at the feeling of you sitting next to him; so warm, so soft, so perfect.

You let out a contented sigh and leaned your head on his shoulder once more. “I got tired of bein’ social,” You confessed.

He tried hard not to quirk a brow at the admission. Am I an exception?

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” He asked sincerely. He tried even harder to ignore the warm weight of your small head on his shoulder.

So close.

“No,” You hummed quietly. The interior light faded away, gently submerging the two of you in darkness. He could still see your face, your eyes – the way they seemed to sparkle as they looked up at him. “You’re different.”

Choso’s heart took the liberty of skipping one, two, three beats.

You continued without allowing him time to come up with an adequate response. “Can I be honest with you, Choso?”

His cheeks flushed. Still, curiosity piqued, he muttered, “Of course.”

Your voice was soft and vulnerable when you replied, “I think you’re really hot.”

If his face wasn’t hot, it sure was now. He turned away even though he knew you couldn’t see him blushing.

She thinks I’m hot?

Does that mean she likes me?

You had nothing but sincerity in your eyes while you gazed up at him. “You feel the same way, don’t you?”

He bit his tongue, answering honestly, “I do.”

He hated how calm and collected he sounded. On the outside, he was the image of composure. On the inside, he was dying a hundred times over.

You grinned at his admission. “Can I ask you something else, then?”

His lips suddenly felt very dry. He tried his best to focus on the street outside, counting landmarks and objects like his life depended on it – two seagulls, five wooden posts, two dim street lights.

“Sure,” he said.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

And, dammit, when you asked him like that – he could practically feel the last of his resolve crumble beneath your gaze, beneath the weight of your head on his shoulder, beneath your gentle touch on his knee that he hadn’t noticed until now.

You were so close. So close that if he turned his head, angled it down just slightly, your noses would touch. He felt your breath, warm and steady against his neck – a calming symphony that contrasted the trembling mess he had become,

Yuuji’s words played on repeat again. Tonight’s the night to make a move.

He was such a fool for you. Still, he considered himself to be a man of restraint.

His voice was small and scarce, hardly above a whisper when he breathed out, “Yeah.”

Time seemed to slow down as your request hung out in the air. He could feel the anticipation building, buzzing. His heart pounded against his ribcage like a mallet to a gong. He had spent months wondering what would happen if you – by some odd, small chance – returned his affections, and now, with your vulnerability laid bare, he couldn’t resist any longer.

He considered himself to be a man of restraint, that was, until he peered into your wide, longingful eyes.

With a barely noticeable nod, Choso turned his head just slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. Just as he had anticipated, your noses brushed together – he could feel the warmth of your breath on his lips.

You were magnetic.

And in that final, heart-pounding moment, your lips met in the middle – in a gentle, tender union. Choso’s hand seemed to find its own way to your cheek, touch soft as he cupped your cheek. He felt for some odd reason that you might vanish altogether if he let you go.

He wasn’t entirely sure if it had been you or him who deepened the kiss. Either way, he felt himself melt into the seat. The world outside seemed to fade away, ceasing to exist in your presence. None of it mattered – not the empty, public street, not the group of friends waiting on the beach for his return.

Yuuji.

Choso pulled away with a shuddering gasp, pressing his forehead against yours. He licked his lips, panting, “The drinks… We– we should probably– uh… get those.”

He feared that if his heart beat any faster he would explode.

You made no effort to put any distance between you and him. In fact, you put your hands on his shoulders, moving yourself so that you were situated comfortably in his lap.

“There’s no rush,” You hummed. “Getou and Gojo are probably off sucking face somewhere, and those kids have been keeping themselves entertained just fine. Who would notice?”

His eyes were everywhere but your face. For a half-curse, he found himself to be no better than a man, hungry eyes wandering over your body – your eyes, your lips, the subtle curve of your waist, the fabric of your bikini that seemed like it was hugging you just right.

You seemed to have caught him in the act.

“Do you wanna touch me, Choso?” You asked, and it sounded like an invitation.

Still, he worried he was reading too deeply into things. Doing his best to refrain from making you feel any sort of discomfort, he swallowed, “I…”

He was about to fucking explode – both metaphorically and physically, judging by the way his shorts began to tighten again at your words.

“You think I didn’t see you staring today?” You continued, letting your fingers slip into his hair.

He wanted to freeze up, wanted to feel some form of remorse, but when you were massaging his scalp so gently, so lovingly…

“I’m sorry,” he lied.

“Don’t be,” You giggled, and he felt his stomach do a fucking flip at the sound of it. You leaned in close to him, close to his ear, and whispered into it, “I was staring, too.”

He felt like such a virgin, thighs tensing up at your admission. He thought of you on the beach again – sneaking sideways glances at him, at his body, at him…

He felt his resolve break when you pressed a soft kiss to the shell of his ear.

“Kiss– Kiss me again,” he breathed, feeling slightly lightheaded from all of the attention you were giving him. You placed another kiss to the corner of his jaw. “Please… kiss me again.”

You pulled away, pressing your nose right up against his again. Your breaths were shallow and ragged now – strange. “You want me, baby boy?”

Baby boy. Baby boy, fuck.

He licked his lips, “Please.”

And then your lips were on his without so much as another word. You ate him up like a starved woman, teeth nipping at his lower lip for entry.

The last of his restraint flew out the window.

The kiss was electrifying, sent sparks shooting through his veins, fingertips tingling as they found their way to your hips. It was a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. He could taste you – the sweetness of your lipgloss as it smeared messily over the lower half of his face, the beat of your heart thrumming beneath his touch, the scent of sunscreen that lingered on your skin.

He found himself getting lost in the moment.

He deepened the kiss further, gripping your hips, your lower back with a bit more confidence. For a moment, he could forget about his responsibilities, his past. It didn’t matter; not now, not when he could feel your body pressed up against him, hot and soft and compliant.

His face burned when he felt that familiar tingling feeling – he knew he was getting hard beneath you, he could feel the way your hips lifted when you adjusted yourself over the tent in his shorts.

However, to his surprise, you didn’t pull away. Instead, you pressed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing yourself even closer. He felt dizzy, sliding his tongue across your wet lips, exploring your mouth. You tangled your fingers in his touseled black locks, rolling your hips against his slowly, hesitantly, like you were testing the waters.

The jolt of electricity he felt from that small movement had him pulling away. Even in the midst of the fervor, Choso was acutely aware of his own impulses. He feared he was getting too far ahead of himself; if you kept rubbing yourself against him like that, he was gonna cream his fucking pants like a middle schooler.

“Wait, wait– ah–” He grunted, leaning back against the seat.

“Hmm?” You hummed – still, you only slowed down a little bit.

His mouth hung open. It felt so good, the friction, the feeling of your warmth rolling up and down the thin layer of fabric separating the two of you. Fuck — why did he tell you to stop, again?

He fought hard to regain his composure. “I– I’ve never done this before,” he stammered.

“Really?” You asked, teasingly, almost, like you knew the effect you had on him. You rutted up against him again, a little harder. “You’re a natural.”

He could feel you – the thin cloth covering your nether regions left little to the imagination. You felt so warm, so welcoming. He ached to pull the thin fabric to the side and sink into you.

Fuck. Stop. He turned his head away, at war with his impulses.

Again, for a half-curse, he felt like nothing more than a man. A weak man, and it was all your fault.

The whine that left his mouth felt anything but natural. “Won’t– What if someone sees us?”

You said nothing. When he looked back at you, you were undoing the knot behind your head – the one holding your bikini together.

His eyes went wide. If his attraction to you were any more obvious, his jaw would have been on the floor.

“Let them watch,” You grinned. Then you let your top fall over, breasts spilling out like something out of a porno.

He was in awe. You were perfect. There were little bits of sand stuck to the skin where your bikini lay only seconds prior, faint tanlines already forming over your skin. He felt his mouth water.

“You can touch them, if you want,” You answered his unasked question.

And he wasted no time, gently cupping one of your tits with his large, warm palm. He gave it an experimental squeeze. Then another. Then his thumb wandered down to your nipple, giving the bud a gentle flick.

You whind, hand sliding up the back of his head.

She likes that, he noted.

So, deciding to take his experiment a step further – and for the sake of conserving time, he began peppering kisses to your hot skin, to the valley between your soft, plush mounds. He held both in his hands, rolling his thumb over the hardened buds to compensate for the lack of attention.

He wanted nothing more than to take his sweet, precious time with you – committing every curve and valley of your body to memory. But, alas, he knew you were on a time crunch. Any minute now, someone could find the two of you here, like this.

He kissed his way back over to his hands. Then, finally, he wrapped his lips around that place he knew made you feel good.

Sure enough, you arched into him, pink, swollen lips parting to release a pant of his name, “Choso, baby.”

He flattened his tongue over the tip of your nipple, rolling over it in slow circles – then quicker ones, until he felt the spit gathering between his lips and your skin. You responded in kind by rutting against him a little faster. He had never felt a burn quite so delightful in his life.

He can’t quite help himself from letting out a little whine when you tug on his hair. The flavor of sunscreen and salt lingered on your skin. He felt hot– you were hot, oh so hot.

Before he could return the favor on the other nipple, you pushed him away. You looked disheveled, pupils blown wide, hair frizzed up.

“Y’feel so big,” You gasped, still humping his hard cock like a dog in heat. You stopped, but only to sink into the space between his legs and the back of the driver’s seat. Splaying your fingers over his thighs, his shorts, you panted, “Wanna taste. Can I?”

He could only blink up at you. This isn’t real.

“Of course, baby,” He replied, throwing the nickname from earlier back at you, already reaching for the strings of his swim trunks when you batted his hands away. Your enthusiasm made his head spin.

He let you take the reigns – watching with hungry, lustful eyes as you undid the bow yourself. You reached for the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down and letting his dick spring free.

It nearly hit you in the face, how big the thing was. He had never actually thought about it that way, at least, not until now, when you were gazing up at it with wide eyes and wet, parted lips.

Your eyes were on his tip, glistening with a bead of precum, then wandering down the shaft as the two of you watched it drip.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked.

You didn’t bother pulling his pants the rest of the way down, or even acknowledging his comment. No, the moment the waistband was out of the way, you were swallowing him whole.

Choso exhaled sharply, nearly doubling over at the sensation of your warm mouth closing in around him. He felt the muscles in his abdomen tense with the strain of it – he thought he could cum like this, with your lips stretched around him, and he didn’t really think he would mind testing that theory.

His skin was hot. He burned for you.

You pulled up. Sucking him back into your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks. Then you throated him again, right up until your nose brushed his navel. He felt himself throb in your mouth.

“Fuck, ‘s good,” He heard himself whimper weakly, tangling a trembling hand in your hair while you picked up the pace.

And you went at it like you were made for it. Up and down, up and down, fitting him all the way in until the head of his cock bumped the back of your throat. Over and over again, until his vision blurred a bit at the edges, mind a little hazy with lust.

You were sucking and slurping on him so lewdly – fuck, he could die like this.

You didn’t show any signs of stopping, either.

He moaned – much to his embarrassment – actually moaned. You were working him rather quickly up to what he knew would be an earth shattering (albeit poorly timed) orgasm.

You made a noise in response, though it was broken up by the nasty, dirty sound you made every time you gagged on his dick. You peered up at him through half-lidded eyes, through long, wispy lashes, leaving a trail of saliva running down his thighs that he didn’t even mind.

Choso caressed the side of your face, biting his lip. “Mmh,” he panted, “You do it so well.”

In response, you put a hand over his. You directed his gentle touch to the top of your head, instructing him to push down. Hesitantly, gently, he began to guide your head, bobbing you back and forth on his length while you sat back and let him use you.

He noticed that you were struggling to fit the whole thing in your mouth. He saw that there were tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but he knew you were determined. He used his thumb to wipe your tears away, tucking your hair behind your ears to keep it out of your face.

With a shudder and a whine, he pushed your head down a little further. You gagged on it again, swallowing him down, tightening your throat around him like you were made to suck dick.

If this was to be his last night alive, he would die a happy man.

His legs felt weak, as did his arms. You took over, gently assisting him in fucking your mouth.

“Ah– nnh, you’re–” He licked his lips, guiding your head while allowing you to continue setting your own pace. You were making him feel so good, so hot.

You pulled back for a moment to slurp unceremoniously on his tip, letting spit drip down his shaft. You wrapped your hands around him, working what you couldn’t fit into your mouth while your tongue did tricks on his tip – circles, shapes, letters, he didn’t even know anymore.

He felt like he was going dumb.

Just as he leaned his head back into the seat, you pulled off, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Got carried away,” You giggled breathlessly. “Sorry.”

Then you were climbing right back into his lap, bracing your hands on his shoulders, kissing him with a ravenous hunger.

“I’m not gonna blue ball you, don’t worry,” You licked your lips. Reaching down, you slipped the fabric of your bikini thong to the side. “I want you.”

“H–...” He trailed off, fighting to catch his breath – better yet, to regain his surroundings. “How do you want me?”

In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to feel you sink down onto him, to feel your warmth envelop him entirely. He wanted you to ride him past the point of hypersensitivity. He wanted you to use him until you were satisfied – like some sort of fuck toy.

He didn’t care anymore. He had left his inhibitions at the door.

“Wanna fuck you right here, like this,” You muttered against his lips, licking a stripe from his chin all the way to his cupid’s bow. You guided the head of his dick between your folds, smearing your slick all over him in a way that made him arch up. “Wanna drain that pretty cock of yours, wanna cum all over it– can you do that for me?”

You were so nasty… so dirty that he found himself a red, blushing mess at your words. But, still…

For you?

Anything.

“Yes,” he groaned. He felt like he was going to melt if he waited another moment longer. “Fuck, please, use me until you’re satisfied.”

He hadn’t even thought about saying it. It had slipped out.

You paused, blinking down at him with wide, lustful eyes. Finally, you said, “you’re such a good puppy, you know that?”

He would be whatever the hell you wanted him to be.

“G’nna let me ride you, pretty boy?” You cooed, sliding your hands up his torso, up his bare chest, up his shoulders while you hovered over him.

This was moving quickly. Not like he had any objections to that, of course. Clearly, you didn’t either. As you positioned the tip in line with your dripping cunt, sinking down onto him, he felt his eyes roll back into his head.

He gasped, letting his eyelids fall shut. He didn’t even care that he was losing his virginity in the backseat of his coworker’s truck like some cheap whore. He would let you take it, take more, take everything you wanted from him.

You lifted your hips and then sank down on him again, eliciting a strangled grunt of your name from him. The filthy squelching sound your cunt made as it squeezed him in threw him for a loop.

He leaned forward, shivering, burning his head in your neck. “S’too tight,” he panted, though he let you continue working on him with a remarkable amount of ease – sliding back and forth in a way that had the both of you panting for more. “Fucking– shit, ah–”

“Chosooo– ‘S so big,” You moaned his name like it was made of honey, fucking yourself down onto his dick, letting all of the sinful noises flow from your lips. “Fuck, feel it in my guts.”

He would have thought you were lying to him if it weren’t for your spectacle earlier.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he breathed. When he looked up at you again, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. You were the image of pornographic beauty – sinful, beautiful, sultry. Your brows were scrunched together with concentration, legs trembling around him as you slowed down to savor the way he worked you open.

“Pretty baby,” He mused, running his hands over your stomach, your hips. “You keep goin’ like that ‘n– fuck– I won’t– Last long.”

“Mmh,” you giggled.

Then you picked up the speed a bit, like you hadn’t even heard what he had just said. You were rising and sinking on his dick with newfound purpose, chasing after the promise of paradise like a wild animal.

“Look at me,” he begged, eyes half-lidded and desperate, tongue running across his lower lip. “Fu-uck– please, ‘M...”

You obeyed, meeting his gaze with such a fiery passion that he almost wished he hadn’t asked you – feeling that coil in his gut grow a little tighter when your hazy eyes were on him. You bounced obediently on his cock, up and down, up and down until you were a grunting, groaning mess.

“Mm… fuckkk,” You sighed, hips faltering a bit. “Feels good, Choso.”

Choso felt his hips twitch beneath you, hands tensing on your backside. Then, slowly, he began to meet your thrusts midway. His ass lifted off of the seat, legs spreading a bit further apart while he used his strength to continue fucking you senseless.

He was mesmerized by you, by the way you clenched and squeezed him, by the way your mouth lolled open to make way for broken cries of his name, by the way your tits bounced in his face whenever he thrusted up into you.

He worried for a moment that he was being too harsh with you.

“Harder– please!” You gasped, clawing at his shoulders, at his chest.

Still, he obeyed. He fucked you dumb, hips snapping up against your ass with such strength that the whole car lurched forward. Your head came dangerously close to the ceiling.

But he didn’t have the guts to stop. Not when you were screaming for him, repeating his name like some sort of mantra. He was as weak for you as he had always been.

“Choso– Choso–”

The feeling of your warm, wet walls massaging the head of his cock had him whimpering into the crook of your neck. It was a hot, gummy abyss he wouldn’t mind getting sucked into for the remainder of his life.

“You like that?” He asked you, spare hand sliding up from your hips, past your breasts, to your neck.

He knew now that you liked it rough. He could provide that.

So, with no further warning, he gripped your hip roughly, sliding into you at full force. You cried out his name again, fingernails digging into his skin.

The car bounced every time he pounded up into you. Faster, faster.

It felt like you were squeezing him for dear life.

Choso cried out, a broken whine as he slowed his thrusts for a minute to a much slower pace. Feeling your perfect pussy clenching around him, he nearly doubled over from the sudden pleasure. “Please,” he gasped, laying his head back. “Fuck, that’s good.”

You bit your lip, sliding up until it was just the tip left inside of you, and then slamming back down onto him at full force. You repeated this action a few more times, lips parted to make way for the sinful… sultry moans that passed from between them. Clearly, you were relishing in the way he squirmed and gasped beneath you.

He couldn’t blame you. He knew that he, too was doing everything he could to commit this scene to memory, wild eyes raking over your body, over the junction where you met him. The way you were riding him… shit, he didn’t know he would be able to make the walk back.

You looked so obscene like this, all fucked out, dumb on his dick.

Throwing your head back, you groaned.

He was gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. Fuck, he knew that– cursed strength and all. But he couldn’t bring himself to slow down.

“So f-fucking good,” he stammered. He sought out your lips again, snapping his hips up against your ass mercilessly. For someone who had been so concerned about being discovered a little while ago, his quiet grunts and gasps turned into moans and whimpers against your sore lips. Louder and louder.

Admittedly, though, he was more focused on the noises coming out of your own mouth. You were practically screaming for him.

He had no idea that sex could even feel so mind-numbingly good. For him, especially, but for you…?

You froze up rather suddenly, hips spasming wildly, toes curling up on either side of his thighs while you gasped brokenly.

“FUCK!”

There it was.

He felt his face burn. You cried his name again, bouncing up and down on it, wildly chasing after that high. “Choso– m’close–”

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” He hummed, once again throwing your nickname back at you. He grinned, knowing full and well that he had cracked the code. So he kept that same speed, same pace, same everything while his fingers dropped from your neck to the mess you had made between the two of you.

He knew what to do now – surprisingly enough. He had done some… internet research after his brother had broken the meaning of his feelings down to him (along with what Choso was to do when his crush came to fruition).

What? Curses didn’t make love. Sex was transactional.

He was curious about how sex was on the human side of things.

He ran his tongue over his thumb, reaching between the steamy, sweaty union of your bodies to find your clit. He pressed down, rolling over the nub in quick, expert circles.

One look up at you, and he knew you were close to your breaking point. You looked like you were about to pass out, letting yourself be thrown around on his wild hips like a ragdoll. You were too weak to move, so you sat there and took his dick like a good girl, eyes glazed over with pleasure while he fucked you dumb.

You looked like you were in love.

Choso sped his ministrations over your clit up a little faster, feeling the knot in his own stomach begin to grow faster than he wanted. He was in another world, out of this plane, hypnotized.

All he could see in that moment was your angelic face above him, face scrunched up in pleasure – and partially in pain, as he bullied his cock into your cervix – sweat rolling down your neck, your breasts, your voluptuous body.

“Mine–” You gasped out, clawing at his shoulder blades while your back arched. “Oh– fuck! Th’s dick ‘s mine, mmh?”

It was.

He nodded. But, clearly, that wasn’t good enough. Your hand shot out to grip him by the neck, painted fingernails digging into his throat.

“‘S yours,” He gasped back into your mouth. “All yours, I swear– ah–”

You were so hot. It made him feel things– feel like he was dying over and over again in the best way possible.

That along with the way your hand gripped his throat – using your small thumb to cut off his blood supply for a few seconds too long before loosening your grip, letting him gasp for air as the blood came rushing back – he felt lightheaded.

The way your pussy was spasming around him certainly didn’t do anything to help. He knew you were close, shit, but could you hold on a minute?

You were gonna make him cum too fast.

“You’re mine, yeah?” You asked again, keeping your grip strong on his neck. “All mine?”

“M’yours,” The cursed womb grunted against your neck. His brows were furrowed in concentration. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin, careful not to leave marks. “All yours.”

He meant it. Even though he would have said anything you asked him to at this point, he really meant it. He hoped you knew that.

Judging by the way you came a moment later with a stutter of your hips and a strangled cry of, “Cho–”, he assumed you understood.

Your cunt was a warm, wet, death trap, walls milking his cock for all it was worth.

Shit, he thought. You really weren’t lying about that.

His dark eyes were burning into yours, burning with a desire so intense he felt he might burst at the seams if he kept looking a moment longer.

“Want you to cum inside of me,” You commanded him, holding his head in your trembling hands. “Fill me up, please, I need it.”

His eyes widened, blinking down at the white ring you had made around the base of his dick. His eyes flitted back up to you, pleading with you to let him go. Pleading for you to give the soul that you stole from him back,

“I can’t–” he released a trembling breath.

He thought of himself as a father raising a child. Right now, it didn’t seem so bad.

“Please, ‘m on the pill,” you begged him, gazing into his eyes like you knew he wasn’t strong enough to refuse. “Wanna feel it dripping out of me. Think about it– what– ah– what would they think? … If they knew–”

You gasped when he delivered a harsh smack to your ass, slowing his strokes so that he could savor the way you sucked him in. “If they knew we snuck off to fuck? That– that I had your cum dripping out of me while they ask what took us so long?”

“Fuckk,” Choso groaned, hips trembling beneath you. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, cheeks burning. His breaths – and yours – had fogged the windows up.

You squeezed around him one more time, placing a tender kiss to his lips. You muttered into his mouth, “Do it f’me… please, Choso.”

“Mmh–!” And that was all it took. Choso rolled his hips up into you one more time, twitching, whining, feeling your warmth spasm around him as he spilled into you. He drove as deep up into you as he could – holding onto you for dear life while the coil snap, and he came so hard that his legs gave out. Lots of it.

So much that he felt it drip out.

You sought another kiss from him, sealing your lips together. When you pulled away, you giggled, “Good boy. Good puppy.”

“God,” he shuddered, falling back against the headrest once his orgasm subsided. You fell against his chest, snuggling up to him.

And Choso, not knowing what else to do, pressed a kiss to the top of your head. To his surprise, you didn’t immediately leave him in the dust. Instead, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, basking in the warmth of your post-coital bliss.

You broke the silence after a minute or two.

“So…” You began, trailing a finger up his bare chest. “Help me carry that cooler back to the beach?”

And Choso, breathless, felt himself begin to laugh.

The two of you came back onto the beach. Choso was carting the cooler behind while you walked ahead, waving your friends down.

As you approached, Itadori remarked with crossed arms, “The hell have you guys been?” His hair was done up into two, pink, little pigtails. It was clear as day that Nobara had a hand in his current hairstyle.

“Oh!” You had grinned rather awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. “We– Well, we realized we didn’t have as many spritzers as I thought. Had to make a run to the liquor store.”

Itadori raised a brow. Still, if he noticed something, he didn’t say anything about it. “Uh huh.”

Choso bent down to set the cooler onto the ground, back turned to the group.

Getou peeped up from his paperback novel, lips twitching at the sight of Choso’s back. He nudged his counterpart, Gojo.

Who nearly spat out his drink.

You sat on the beach blanket nearest to Gojo and Getou. The moment your butt hit the sand, you practically collapsed into the ground.

You could feel eyes on you. So, begrudgingly, you rolled over, throwing Satoru a weak glare. “What?”

He only nodded towards Choso.

You turned around, following his gaze. It settled over his back. He bent down, picking a few spritzers out of the ice. It was then that you noticed the harsh red claw marks on his shoulderblades.

Subconsciously, your gaze drifted down to your hips, to the skin where purple imprints of Choso’s fingertips stood out as clear as day.

You gasped, then, clamping a hand over your mouth.

“So,” Gojo began casually, handing you a shot. He leaned in, ocean blue eyes twinkling as he teased you, “Was he gentle? He seems like he would give it rough.”

You turned to his not-boyfriend, brows furrowed. “Suguruuu…”

It was with no great amount of satisfaction that Getou looked up from his novel. “Satoru,” he sighed languidly. “Not in front of ths kids.”

Gojo ignored his not-boyfriend’s remark. “Was it big?”

You sank back into the blanket, feeling the heat of your embarrassment burn your cheeks as your words from earlier came back to bite you in the ass.

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shankss-magnificent-ass · 9 months ago

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Imagine proposing to Shanks

At a bar

You: [brooding over a drink by yourself]

Benn: [comes over and sits next to you, like a concerned papa bear] You've seemed really down lately, what's going on up there in that head of yours?

You: Shanks and I have been together for years, and ... I don't quite know what I was expecting, but I am not happy at the idea of being only his dating partner forever.

Benn: Is this because of the wedding we saw yesterday, down at the Chapple?

You: Sort of, now I know that I'm never going to get a traditional wedding like that, but I would like for him to wife me up.

Benn: You should tell him that because he's never going to come to that conclusion on his own.

You: I know, but I can already picture what his proposal would be like, improvised, sloppy, and probably involving alcohol.

Benn: [mutters to himself] Well, at least you know what you're getting into with him before you marry him.

You: what was that?

Benn: nothing. Can I offer you a piece of advice?

You: [nods]

Benn: Don't wait around for others to do something for you when you could do it a million times better yourself.

You: hmm, thank you for the food for thought.

Two weeks later

Shanks: [tugging on the white collar of his button-up like it's choking him,] Why the hell are they making such a big fuss? Insisting I dress up, just to go on a picnic.

Benn: [straightening his captain's tie] Because they love your dumb ass, for some fucking reason, and they went through the trouble of planning a special night for you two. So you're going to dress up, look nice, stay sober, try to behave, do whatever they say,

Shanks: [mutters] I already do whatever they say

Benn: [gives him the side eye as a warning] And you're going to bring them flowers and this cake.

Shanks: yeah, yeah, it's just it's been ages since we've had time to do something special, we're out of the honeymoon phase, you know? We're like an old married couple, we only have sex once a week and everything.

Benn: Oh, I know, we can hear you two in the crew's quarters, we appreciate that it's the same day every week too. [puts the flowers and box of cake in Shanks's hands] Now get going, if you're late I'll kill you myself.

Shanks: Alright, don't shove.

At the docks

You: wow, you made it on time.

Shanks: I wouldn't be late for our first date in over a year.

You: [winces at the reminder]

Shanks: [realizes he's made things awkward, he holds out his gifts] Uh, these are for you.

You: [can see Benn's meddling] Thank you, but we're actually going to have to wait for the boat to get here. I took your habit of arriving late into account when I made the plans, and the time I told you to come was forty-five minutes before you actually needed to be here.

Shanks: [puts his arm over your shoulder and presses a kiss to your head] You know me so well, and no worries if we have to wait, just means that I get more time with you, my love.

On the boat

Shanks: [looks around the glass bottom boat in amazement] Whoa! Look look! There's a tiger shark.

You: I knew you'd like it, we have it all to ourselves tonight. We'll sail around the reefs, and have dinner.

Shanks: we get to eat.

You: yes, they have your favorite, you can even pick out which lobster you'd like to eat.

After dinner

the boat captain: excuse me, we've landed on Firefly Island, you'll have two hours before we raise anchor and head back to the port.

You: thank you, [turns to Shanks, grabs his hand, and leads him to the heart of the island where all the fireflies are]

Shanks: [visibly resisting the urge to run around and chase them]

You: [rolls your eyes playfully] Go ahead, I know you wanna run, go get your energy out. Why don't you run around the edge of the clearing and herd them this way? [sits on a stone bench beside the pond in the center of the meadow]

Shanks: [kisses your cheek] aye aye

You: [waits until he's tuckered himself out, and has collapsed on the bench next to you] Sweetheart, are you having fun?

Shanks: the most fun I have had in a while, look at this jar of fireflies I caught. [holds up a large mason jar, packed with the luminescent insects] I know if I leave them in there too long, they'll die, but I wanted you to get to open it.

You: [gets down on one knee, positions the ring box on the side of the jar and unscrews the lid to let critters free]

Shanks: Isn't it pretty? [looks down at the jar to see the box on the other side of the jar] What'cha got there?

You: [sets the jar aside and opens the box to reveal the ring inside]

Shanks: [freezes]

You: ... I know I'm not going to get a fancy wedding in a place of worship or even a marriage certificate, but I would still like you to marry me. For us to be marriage partners, even if it's only in name.

Shanks: wh-... how ... [pulls out the ring and slides it onto his finger] it fits and everything.

You: [waiting for an answer]

Shanks: [notices your staring] what?

You: will you marry me?

Shanks: [pulls you into his lap, and kisses you] Of course I'll marry you, and no you're probably not going to get a fancy wedding, and you're definitely not going to get a marriage certificate. But I promise you, you'll get one hell of a wedding.

You: Thank you, love. [peers over to see Benn sopping wet in the bushes, taking pictures with a camera snail] Benn, what are you doing?

Benn: getting engagement photos, obviously.

Shanks: how did you get here?

Benn: I swam, now you two stop moving, so I can take a picture before these fireflies can eat the camera.

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krispdreemurr · 3 months ago

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"Thanks again for the makeup help and all," Susie said, striding along the darkened school hallway. "Couldn't have gotten these stitches looking this sick without you." A pause. "No, totally could have, just... Y'know, with actual stitches. Which is. Bad."

Kris nodded, idly half-twirling to make their coat swirl behind them.

"Ralsei's going to freak out." A bark of laughter. "Think we can spook him?"

Another, more enthusiastic nod.

"Right. Let's try to get the drop on him." Susie pushed open the closet door with a slam, revealing the yawning dark beyond.

They jumped through, and fell, and fell.

When they landed, they both took a moment to assess, looking each other up and down. Susie was the first to blink (the motion a little stiff for reasons she couldn't place.)

"Just kinda kept our costumes, huh... Higher quality stuff, though." She lifted up her coat, examining it. "Yeah, this is, like, real leather, not that plastic stuff."

Kris, meanwhile, was doing another twirl. Their own coat fluttered with much more satisfying weight, and they nodded with approval.

"Kris! Susie!" called a familiar voice, a spot of pink moving towards them both. It resolved into--

"Whoa. Ralsei-shaped cake."

"N-no, just a cake-shaped dress..." Ralsei chuckled nervously - then paused. "Oh no. Did you two come here in costume?"

"Well, yeah?" A shrug. Stiffer than usual. "It's Halloween, dude."

"Oh no..." Ralsei frowned, stepping back. "This world is always one that will help to lend reality to imagination, and that's extra true tonight... If you'd worn the costumes I made you both, it would have been alright, but Light World costumes..." He lifted his head. "Well, you'll become what you're dressed as for real...!"

There was a pause.

Kris lifted a finger to their mouth and poked at a suspiciously sharp canine. Susie tugged at a stitch with her fingers and winced.

"Huh," she said finally.

"I... It's okay, if you go back you should turn back before anything too bad can happen... And then we can--"

"Kris, if we went back now, how fast could we throw a basic Susiezilla together?"

"Um."

"Kris stop trying to drain the icing from Ralsei's fancy dress and answer me."

"Is... is that even how vampires work...?"

"Honestly, I think they'd be doing that either way."

#krisp fic

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mcflymemes · 7 months ago

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PROMPTS FROM SHREK * assorted dialogue from the 2001 film, adjust as necessary

two things, okay? shut... up.

you didn't slay the dragon?

some of you may die... but it's a sacrifice i am willing to make.

they judge me before they even know me. that's why i'm better off alone.

how will you kiss me?

that wasn't in the job description!

what is so funny?

let's just say... i'm not your type.

pick me! pick me!

i've got a dragon and i'm not afraid to use it!

now really, it's rude enough being alive when no one wants you, but showing up uninvited to a wedding?

it's a compliment! better out than in, i always say.

you can't tell me you're afraid of heights.

let's do that again!

what's that? it's hideous.

only a true friend would be that cruelly honest!

well, technically, you're not a king.

the battle is won.

so where is this fire-breathing pain in the neck, anyway?

hey, don't look at me. i didn't invite them.

it's on my to-do list!

you're meant to charge in, sword drawn, banners flying!

that's not the point!

huh, celebrity marriages. they never last, do they?

that'll do, [name]. that'll do.

you're going the right way for a smacked bottom.

well, that's not very nice. it's just a donkey.

where are you going? the exit's over there!

i have to save my ass.

what kind of a knight are you?

i was talking about the dragon.

man, this would be so much easier if i wasn't color-blind.

we can stay up late, swapping manly stories, and in the morning... i'm making waffles!

whoa, look at that. who'd wanna live in a place like that?

that... would be my home.

i think i need a hug.

you're a monster!

we were forced to come here!

you know, you're really quite a decorator!

it's amazing what you've done with such a modest budget!

i like that boulder. that is a nice boulder.

you know, not everybody likes onions.

everybody loves cake!

i don't care what everyone likes!

have you ever met a person, you say, "let's get some parfait," they say, "hell no, i don't like parfait."

end of story! bye bye! see ya later!

parfaits may be the most delicious thing on the whole damn planet!

it talks?

i'm not the monster here, you are!

now tell me, where are the others!

eat me!

i've tried to be fair to you creatures, but now my patience has reached its end.

all right then! who's hiding them?

oh you're going to love it there.

men of his stature are in short supply.

it's getting him to shut up that's the trick!

hey, what's your problem [name], what you got against the whole world anyway, huh?

i'll find those stairs.

look, i'm not the one with the problem, okay? it's the world that seems to have a problem with me.

do you think he's maybe compensating for something?

hey, where're you going?

oh man, i can't feel my toes!

take a look at me. what am i?

doesn't that bother you?

man, i like you. what's your name?

you're so wrapped up in layers, onion boy, you're afraid of your own feelings.

there you are, doing it again!

oh... oh this is all my fault.

you can't do this to me! i'm too young for you to die!

you gotta warn somebody before you just crack one off, my mouth was open and everything.

believe me, if it was me... you'd be dead.

i steal from the rich and give to the needy.

man, that was annoying.

i was sent to rescue you.

i'm supposed to be rescued by my true love!

your job is not my problem.

you love this woman, don't you?

i don't want to rush into a physical relationship.

like that's ever gonna happen!

why are you following me?

stop singing!

it's no wonder you don't have any friends!

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romavoid · 7 months ago

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Nullity can’t remember when she started humming the tune. It was small snippets of a bigger song, that she did know. But what song is also lost to her. Was it before the sky kingdom, with her biological parents? Or was it after that, during her unsteady days adapting to the higher, less nocturnal climate? She was too young to really remember either way.

Still, it's a nice melody to sing to, especially when baking.

“What’re you trying out this time, Nul?”

The nightwing squeaked loudly, whipping her whole body around in surprise. In the doorway to the kitchen loomed a large, redwood-coloured skywing, clearly trying to hide his mirth.

“Dad!!! You can’t do that to me!” Nullity yelled past his now booming laughter. She felt blood rush to her face, flush with embarrassment.

“Aw darl, that was an amazing reaction!” Her father replied, wiping a stray tear from his eye.

“Yeah well, I'm making banana bread, and it’s gonna be way better than yours, so ha!”

Despite his frankly annoying tallness, Nullity’s adoptive father was a baker, and a good one at that. Hired among the higher circles of the sky kingdom - both in altitude and class - he would prepare pastries, breads, cakes, and other sweet and savoury foods for other dragons to snack on. But for a long, long while, his family and creations were a one dragon job, until he found Nullity.

“Oh banana bread? That’s a good one, what’s your flour to banana ratio, though?”

“Oh 1 to 2, obviously, but I’m adding some walnuts to it as well.”

Nullity’s father smiled fondly. “Attagirl.”

Yeah, he was a great dad. Silly and often times oblivious, but great. But of course it wasn't just him that found Nullity in the woods…

“Morning Nully, morning Finch!” a voice boomed through the entrance of the house.

It was her mother too.

Their story goes a little like this:

It was one of those restless nights for Finch, when his mind was too loud to get any decent sleep, that he found his little garden. Nestled in between some brambles of the kingdom’s outer wood, Finch had started growing his own food. It was embarrassing, honestly, not trusting his own kingdom's community gardens, but wild fruits and vegetables had always tasted better! Plus, it was a good reprieve from work, too.

On a completely unordinary night, Finch felt like digging up some carrots. “They should be grown by now,” he had thought, “Just in time for carrot-cake season.” So he flew over to his super secret spot, to dig up his super secret carrots, for his super amazing deserts when-

“What are you doing here, citizen?”

A skywing guard found him… with his claws about 1 foot in the ground, and mud splattered all over his scales. The shriek that left his mouth bordered on banshee.

To say he overreacted would be a lie, he had been coming to the garden for almost a year, and no one had found it, or him. He was scared okay? But the way the pink-red guard yelled back in surprise, meant he wasn't the only one.

“Whoa, hey, hey! Calm down!” She squawked at him. “What on earth are you crying about!?”

“You!-” She then whacked him in the face. With her whole wing. OW-

“What is your problem!” he muffled, trying to shove the wing back.

But he stopped, and saw what the guard saw.

The brambles were rustling, he noticed, different from any animal Finch had heard before. Then, out of the thorny bush, slung a black-grey and bleeding tail. A dragonet tail.

The two skywings were frozen with shock.

It was only when a small, scared squeak, left the toddler’s mouth did they finally move.

“Oh gods” The guard breathed. Finch shoved her wing away and rushed over.

He peeled back the branches as delicately as he could, both him, the child, and the guard flinching at every snap of twig. His heart hung heavy in his chest.

“Did you know of this?” The guard - who Finch still didn't know the name of - whispered loudly.

“N-no… nobody comes here.” Finch replied, just as startled. “Why a kid? Why a kid?”

Finch’s hands were shaking, his mind reeling. There’s a child, abandoned, stuck in the thorns in the middle of the night, scared, hurt, and alone. It kept squeaking as well, too young to form words yet. Something needed to be done.

“You…” He hesitated towards the guard.

“Xantus”

“Xantus, thank you, could you search around the area? T-They must have parents, right?”

The guard nodded gravely, taking off into the upper trees.

Finch turned back to the bramble, picking thorns off the child's delicate scales. Their legs were now free, but that was about it. Finch cooed at them, whispering small reassurances, as he painstakingly untied vines and thorns around them. It took a long time, long enough for the guard, Xantus, to come back with no news. The legs were free, then the wings, the chest, the arms and then finally the neck, then face.

Finch noted that, when the sunrise shone through the branches, and the child’s light-burgundy eyes locked on to his, he wanted to be a father.

—

Of course, Nullity wasn't adopted by them until about 10 months after she was found. In that time, Finch and X had to go back to work, giving the child over to the sky-mud joint orphanage. But during that time, both skywings couldn't stop thinking about her. The situation was strange, but above all else, heartbreaking. Her description, age, or location, wasn’t on any census. No kingdom could vouch for her birth, not even the nightwings. Legally speaking, she was a nullity. (ha)

So call it impulsive or parental, but Finch needed to give that child a home. After some consideration, he flew over to X’s, and explained the situation. He knew that, on that completely unordinary day, his whole life had changed. It was to Finch’s surprise, however, that Xantus felt the same. “I couldn’t think, I couldn't eat, I couldn’t sleep, without knowing if she was alright.” She had stated at the time, offering to help the new dad any way that she could.

So they adopted her together, and raised her together.

—

Back in the present, Nullity noted she was still humming that unknown tune, her claws mindlessly stirring her banana bread mixture. Through the doorway, she could hear Finch and X bicker, their loud skywing laughs ringing in her ears.

She loves her parents so much.

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luvismenu · 4 months ago

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Promise You - JJK

✎ 20 bye — index 〃

warnings: emotional flashback, panic/anxiety, throwing up, angsty.

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“Shh, I’m here, bb. I-I always will be.��

You sob into his chest, clinging to him like your life depends on it. His arms wrap tightly around you, as if he’s holding you together while the both of you sit on the floor, holding each other, sobbing.

“I’m sorry, J-Jungkook. I didn’t mean to—” your voice cracks, and the weight of the moment breaks you.

He breaks with you. his tears falling silently as he buries his face in your hair.

He strokes your hair gently, his voice shakey “I’m not even mad at you, ___. Please don’t cry, okay? Don’t apologize to me, not for this.”

“I-I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did... I was so mad at myself, and I took it out on you. I’m sorry, Jungkook, I’m so sorry.” Your words stumble out, but you need him to know.

“___, look at me, please.”

His hands come up to cup your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears streaming down your cheeks. Slowly, you meet his gaze, your tearful eyes reflecting all the guilt and sorrow that’s been eating at you.

“I love you.”

Silence.

“And I can never stop loving you.”

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

You’re at Jungkook's apartment, standing right outside his door. Ready to knock. But for some reason, you just can't. Your hand hovers midair, frozen in hesitation.

What if this doesn't go well?

What if things get weird between you two?

You sigh, frustrated at yourself. you have to do this. You don’t know how Jungkook feels about you, and the only way to figure it out is to tell him how you feel about him.

You’ve always figured things out together. This should be no different.

Yeah, you got this.

Taking a deep breath, you knock a few times. Your heart races in your chest, like it's about to burst out. You didn’t tell him you were coming—not that you ever plan these things. You just show up when it feels right.

You raise your hand to knock again, but before you can, the door swings open and you’re met with a familiar, warm smile.

Mrs. Jeon?

“Oh my! ___, my dear, it’s been so long since our last meet!” She pulls you into a warm hug before you can even respond. Her familiar scent and kind embrace soothe some of your nerves, even if you're momentarily caught off guard. You blink in surprise but quickly recover.

You missed her.

“Mrs. Jeon, it’s so good to see you after all this time, I—”

“Ah, ah! Let’s not stand here, come inside, get comfortable. I brought treats, all the way from Busan. You must have some.” She waves you into the living room, bustling ahead of you.

You follow her, glancing around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jungkook. But no sign of him yet.

Mrs. Jeon gestures at the coffee table, which is covered with sweets and snacks. “See? I made all of these myself! Jungkook hasn’t touched a single thing, not even the cake. Kids these days!” She huffs playfully. “Come on, ___. Be a good girl and have some, dear.”

You can’t help but smile as you take a seat and pick up a piece of the cake. “Where is he?” you ask between bites, curiosity itching at you.

“Ah, he just stepped out to grab me some more ingredients. That boy eats such simple food, it’s been too long since his eomma made his favorite dishes,” she says with a shake of her head.

You nod. Mrs. Jeon was always strict about Jungkook’s diet, she made sure he stayed healthy but well-fed, in her loving yet firm way.

“This cake is amazing,” you say, genuinely enjoying it.

Mrs. Jeon beams at the compliment. “It is, isn’t it? You must take some home, ___. And look at you! You’re getting skinnier. Have you been eating properly?” she coos, concern lacing her words.

You chuckle softly. “I am Mrs.Jeon and I will take some, thank you.”

The two of you fall into easy conversation, reminiscing about the past; those carefree days when you were still in uni and Jungkook introduced you to his family, and how you’d spent your breaks in Busan with them. Her presence brings a sense of nostalgia.

Times really have changed.

You relax into the moment, the anxiety from earlier slowly ebbing away.

“Do you like someone, ___?”

“Huh? Oh, I—” You chuckle nervously, and she catches onto it instantly, her lips curling into a grin.

“So you do! That’s good. You’d make a good wife,” she says so casually that you choke on air.

“I-I...” You clear your throat awkwardly. “Mrs. Jeon, I’m not dating anyone.”

“Well, I’m just saying! When you get serious and get married, I know you’ll make a wonderful wife.” She smiles warmly, and despite the odd topic, you can’t help but feel a little shy under her gaze.

“I hope my son confesses to the woman he likes,” she sighs, her smile fading slightly as a hint of sadness flickers across her face.

Your mind stops.

Everything around you feels like it’s moving in slow motion.

“Woman... he likes?” you ask cautiously, trying to suppress the uneasy knot tightening in your chest.

Mrs. Jeon nods. “He told me he likes someone. It’s been a while, actually. But the silly boy is still single.” She shakes her head, exasperated. “I don’t know who she is, but I’m guessing it’s probably someone from work. Because you know, he’s always working. What else does that boy even do?”

Her words echo in your head, each syllable ringing louder.

Woman he likes.

From work.

Fuck.

No.

No way.

Right?

It can’t be.

It’s not... right?

“___, are you okay, honey?” Mrs. Jeon’s voice cuts through your spiraling thoughts, concern etched all over her face.

Your chest tightens. Breathing suddenly feels like a struggle.

“I—uh...” You swallow hard, the weird, gnawing feeling growing stronger in your stomach. “I feel weird, Mrs. Jeon.”

Her brows knit in worry. “Do you need some water, dear? Hold on, let me get you some.” She stands quickly, ready to leave.

But panic surges through you quickly, clawing at your chest. It’s overwhelming, too much, too fast. Before Mrs. Jeon can take another step, you bolt from the room, heading straight for the bathroom.

“___!” she calls after you, her voice filled with worry as she follows close behind.

You threw up.

And Mrs. Jeon witnessed all of it. She even held you, and gently rubbed your back as you emptied your stomach.

“Oh no, dear, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have forced you to eat all those sweets,” she says, her voice soft and apologetic.

You shake your head immediately. “No, no, it’s okay, Mrs. Jeon. It wasn’t your fault, I promise.” You try to offer her a smile, weak as it may be.

“I think Jungkook has some medicine lying around somewhere,” she mutters, glancing toward the door. “I’ll ask him when he gets back. he should be home soon—”

Just as she speaks, the front door clicks open, and Jungkook walks in, holding a shopping bag filled with things his mother probably asked for. His expression shifts the moment he sees you, disheveled and leaning into his mother’s support.

He freezes for a second, eyes wide, then concern washes over him like a wave.

“___?” he drops the bag onto the nearest table and strides towards you.

“She just threw up,” Mrs. Jeon explains, still steadying you. “Do you have any—”

“What!?” Jungkook cuts her off, panic flashing across his face as he steps closer. His hands are on you in an instant, one hand around your shoulders, pulling you to his side and the other hand gently cupping your face before pressing the back of his hand to your forehead.

Mrs. Jeon watches the interaction with mild surprise but stays quiet, giving the two of you space. You instinctively relax into Jungkook’s touch, your body leaning toward him as if it remembers how safe it feels with him.

God, you missed this.

“I’m fine... Jungkook,” you murmur, looking up at him.

For a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you. His dark eyes lock with yours, and time seems to slow. Five long seconds pass in silence as you look into each other's eyes.

“She had too many treats,” Mrs. Jeon finally says, her voice cutting through the tension. She gives you a small, apologetic smile.

You force yourself to step back from Jungkook, pulling away from the warmth of his arms even though it’s the last thing you want to do. Your stomach still churns uneasily, and you need to get out.

You need some air.

“I have to go,” you say suddenly, the words spilling out before you can stop them.

Jungkook’s brows knit together, and he reaches for you again, his hand brushing your arm. “But you—”

“Thank you for taking care of me, Mrs. Jeon,” you say quickly, cutting him off before he can say more. You turn to him, your heart still feeling heavy.

“Bye, Jungkook.”

You don’t wait for a response.

And as you walk away, Jungkook stands there, frozen, watching you leave.

To him, it feels like three years ago all over again.

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m00nkissedlover · 2 months ago

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・｡Cinnamon Smoke 🚬

You've ordered: a slice of spiced cinnamon cake! enjoy!

"I wanna be high all the time, would you come with me?"

paul atreides x Freman! reader | word count: 1,661 words

Summary: in which you teach paul how to smoke spice 🚬 (based on this post i made)

Warnings: (MDNI) mentions of smoking, spice being used as a drug/ hallucinogen, making out/ heated kissing

Note: i am in no way glorifying or promoting smoking or any drug usage! i don't smoke, never have, never will. just decided to test out this plot. also, i made up my own interpretation of how i think the freman smoke spice

From making things like paper and clothing, to being used to enhance the flavor of traditional dishes, spice (a.k.a Melange) was a very important commodity for the Freman people. they almost couldn't live without it.

It was odd to Paul Atreides that the Freman would put such a thing in their food, his body reacting rather negatively the first time he tried it. But soon, he got used to it, his body slowly adapting to its cinnamon like flavor. But what really got him was the fact that you guys would smoke spice. He'd never done it himself, only hearing from Stilgar and other Freman that it was mainly done for ritualistic purposes. But sometimes, they'd just take a puff or two to lighten the load.

The first time Paul witnessed spice being smoked was when he went to go ask Stilgar about the progression of his mother becoming the new fremen reverend mother. Stilgar was sat on the floor of the seitch, a small pipe between his fingers. Connected to the pipe, was a small chamber filled with spice, something at the bottom heating it up. Sand colored smoke curled at his chapped lips, his expression rather lazy and relaxed.

"Muad'dib, what seems to be the matter?" he asked, his accent thick on his tongue.

Paul's previous questions had left him as his eyes followed the flow of the smoke as it felt Stilgar's mouth and floated up to the ceiling, disappearing into the air. It also had a pretty strong smell, almost like a sweet and sour scent.

"Would you show me how to smoke spice?" Paul blurted, his mouth moving faster than his brain.

At first, Stilgar was silent, pausing as he was about to take another puff. He looked Paul dead in the eyes, and then...he laughed. He laughed for a good while, his eyes landing back on Paul whose expression hadn't changed.

"Oh, you're serious-" Stilgar mumbled as he calmed down from his bout of laughter.

"Ahort answer: no. Long answer: you're not used to such."

"But I eat the food of the Freman-"

Stilgar cut Paul of with an amused snort. "Just because your stomach is used to spice, doesn't mean that your lungs are. Sure, you breathe in a few mouthfuls of spice when we go on sandworm rides and such, but this-" Stilgar tapped on the small glass spice chamber, the sound echoing in the small room.

"With a high enough dose, this can kill a man. That's why we smoke it in moderation."

"Then I'll just-"

"No! And I mean it, Muad'dib." Stilgar waved Paul off, the brown haired boy letting out a huff.

As he walked out, he felt a presence watching him. All of a sudden, someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a corner. In a moment of panic, Paul pinned the person against the wall, holding his crysknife to their throat.

"Whoa, whoa! Calm down! Paul, it's me. Y/n..." you said, your eyes wide and muscles tense as the blade was mere inches away from slitting your throat.

Once he realized it was you, Paul relaxed, loosening his grip and sheathing his crysknife.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" he asked, letting out a breath of relief. "Just how long have you been standing here?"

"Long enough to know that I can give you the experience you're trying to have." you quipped, paul giving you a tense look.

"You won't get in trouble?" he asked as you pulled him down the hallway of the seitch.

"Don't worry. I'll handle Stilgar. Now come on."

You managed to successfully distract Stilgar for long enough to "borrow" one of the "spice smokers." you and Paul were now sat in your tent, his gray-green eyes watching you as you pulled a small sachet of spice out of your pocket. Opening the lid, you poured it into the small chamber and clamped it shut. With the press of a button, the chamber started to heat up, the strong scent passing through.

You took the honor of going first, lifting the pipe to your lips and taking a quick puff. Paul watched in amazement as you parted your lips, the beige colored smoke filling the air in front of you.

"Your turn." you said, passing the pipe to Paul.

His fingers brushed against your own as he took the pipe from you, a strange shiver running down your spine. You sat back on your hands, watching as paul brought the pipe to his lips.

"Just inhale it." you told him, the dark haired boy nodding. He placed the pipe between his lips, taking a big breath. He held it in his mouth for not even two seconds before he started coughing uncontrollably.

"What the hell?" paul croaked, feeling a burning sensation in his chest.

You had to bite back a laugh, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. "It's okay, that's how it is for everyone their first time. Here..."

You took the pipe from him, looking at him as you walked him through it. "You're not trying to swallow the spice, alright? Take your time inhaling...do it slowly. Don't hold it in, it won't do anything. Then slowly exhale. Like this-"

You brought the pipe to your lips, slowly inhaling the sand like substance. Almost immediately, you let out a puff, the smoke curling at your lips.

"I think I get it now." Paul insisted, reaching for the pipe. He did just as you had, coughing a bit less and successfully letting out a small plume of smoke.

"There you go. You're a natural! How do you feel?" you asked him, already starting to feel loopy yourself.

"...Good, but in a strange way..." he mumbled, taking another puff. "I kinda...I kinda like it."

It wasn't long before you two were as high as spacecrafts. You two sat there, talking about the mysteries of the universe, Paul's latest visions and dreams, and anything else really.

"Have you ever thought about just how huge the universe is? It's...crazy to think about..." you drawled, your eyes tinted a bit more blue than usual.

"I mean...yeah. With being "Lisan al Ghaib" I kinda...have to." Paul responded, lifting a finger to touch the smoke that just left your mouth.

"Do you really believe in all that...prophecy?" you asked, your bodies feeling light and tingly. It felt nice, like you were wrapped in a big blanket.

"If I'm being honest...no. Doesn't help that my mother's shoving her propaganda down everyone's throats or that Stilgar still believes it." Paul answered, his tone low and mellow. the spice was kicking in real nice now.

"Just want this shit to be over....all this stupid war and stuff. I want to enjoy living with my people and not have to fear for their safety..." you muttered, resting your head on paul's shoulder.

"Stupid houses and their stupid war...stupid prophecy..." you grumbled, your head moving a little as a laugh vibrated through Paul. You could feel his hand come up to brush some of your hair out of your eyes, your eyes fluttering shut.

"I'd rather sit here and get high with you than go fight some stupid war." Paul said and now it was your turn to laugh.

You took another puff, peering over at Paul for a moment. "Open your mouth. I wanna try something."

Yoi inhaled once more, leaning over to face Paul as he parted his lips. You exhaled, letting the smoke escape your mouth and enter into Paul's, a slight shiver running down his spine.

"Do it again." he whispered, the pipe already between your lips once again. You leaned in a bit closer, your lips hovering over his. Paul's lips parted and once again, you let the smoke trail from your lips to his, a lazy smile forming on yours.

"Again-" Yoir lips were on Paul's in no time, the leftover smoke and cinnamon-like taste of the spice on your tongues mingling. Yoi hands were immediately in his hair, Paul cupping your face in his hands as your bodies melded together.

The soft sigh of satisfaction that left Paul's lips made your stomach fill with butterflies. Your heightened senses made the whole experience that much more enjoyable for the both of you. You could practically hear each other's heartbeats, feel each other through your clothes.

When you two parted for air, you took a moment to look at each other, your eyes half lidded and full of unsaid thoughts of one another.

"You're so good at this..." Paul breathed, moving one of his hands to fiddle with the hem of your shawl.

"So good at what? Smoking spice or kissing you?" you questioned, goosebumps forming along your skin.

"Both." Paul muttered as he leaned in to steal another kiss from you.

Right when things were about to take a rather...steamy turn, you heard someone calling your name from outside the tent. You poked your head out to see Chani, dressed in her stillsuit.

"Stilgar, needs u-! Y/n, have you been smoking spice again? You know Stilgar'll be pissed if he catches you." Chani warned, your blue eyes rolling at her nagging.

"Yeah, yeah. We'll be out in a minute."

"We?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. As if right on time, Paul poked his head out as well, giving chani a slight nod. You could see the slight disappointment in her eyes.

"You...you two were...! Just go get your stillsuits!" the girl grumbled before starting to walk back through the tents. You stood up, pulling paul to his feet and tucking the smoke chamber into your shawl.

"We should do this more often." you breathed, taking in the slightly dazed look in Paul's eyes as you two began your descent down the sand dunes.

"I just might take you up on that..." Paul answered, his fingers brushing against yours. Oh, what he would do to taste the spice on your tongue once more. 🚬

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nieceeee · 4 days ago

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“I WONT BITE UNLESS YOU LIKE.”

P/N: Ony’s life was everything he dreamed it would be. His dream career. A community he loved and who loved him. He had it all. So how the hell did he end up damn near losing everything when he met you?...

AN: This took on a mind of its own. There will be a part two... Yeah... footballplayer!ony x vampiresuccubus!reader, blood mentioned, biting, NSFW so minors DNI, fem reader, I think thats all. dont ask me why, just enjoy lol

WC: 5.4K

Onyankopon was living the life of his dreams.

A first round draft pick running back for one of the top teams in the NFL. Every day he woke up, he was living life on the edge. The grueling practices, the preseasons, the traveling. It was exhausting but exhilarating and there was nothing more that could take the joy away from him. His life was simple. Wake up, Eat, Football, Repeat. Simple

Until he met you.

The night he saw you was the night everything changed and the world he knew would come to a complete halt. One simple act of kindness set him on a path he never thought existed and one he could never escape.

That night, the alley.

After another amazing win, Only and the team decided to go out and celebrate. Drinks flowed over the waves of the music in the hole in the wall bar that they loved to frequent. Everyone was having the time of their lives..well almost everyone. Between the thumping of the bass and the bodies colliding with one another, Ony’s head was spinning rapidly. He needed to breathe. A quick step outside just to clear my head was what he told himself as he pushed the heavy door and walked up the alley steps to get outside. It was supposed to be just a short breather and he would be back in before anyone realized he was gone. But as he walked a bit away from the entryway taking deep breaths, his brisk break was cut short by a strange, almost whimpering sound from around the corner alley.

At first he assumed he was hearing things. “It must’ve been the wind.” he mumbles under his breath. But then it came again, that broken cry curving around the brick wall he was standing next to. Ony’s pulse thumps in his throat as he inches closer to the direction of the noise. It was stupid, he knew that. Knowing damn well we never go towards the sounds of distress but something was pulling him there. The noise continues as he rounds the corner. Nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw. A frail body huddled in the corner against the bricks, shoulders shaking in…fear? The cold? He didn't know but his heart lurched at the sight. As he walks closer he notices more of your features. Your hair is matted, pieces of debris stuck in your tangled mane. Dirt caked under your nails. Your dress a tattered rag of thin cotton. Only’s jaw clenches as he crouches low to meet your eye. “H-hey.” he speaks softly. You jump back at the sound of his voice. “Whoa whoa. It's okay. I-...I just want to help you up.” His hands are stretched out, palms facing you so you can see them. Your eyes stare at him and he can't help but note how beautiful they are even in this state. He slowly drops one hand, turning his palm to the sky, offering you help. You pause a moment but reach out to take it, allowing him to help you stand to your feet. Your legs shark from the weight so he offers more of himself to take the pressure off of you. As he assists you towards the street, he can’t help but notice your beauty in the chaos. Skin that seemed to glow under the moonlight. You were..mesmerizing. It stirs anger in his stomach. How the hell could this have happened?

Your bodies inch closer to the street, leaving the dark corner of the alley behind you. Suddenly, you hunch over in pain, releasing his hand and gripping your stomach as you whine again. “Shit. You okay? Can I h-help you get somewhere?” he stops and lifts you up again, checking you over. You fall in his arms, body weak and exhausted. “F-feed.” your voice comes out weak and raspy. His eyes go as wide as saucers. “I’m sorry?” he asks you, not hearing you clearly. “Feed.” you repeat. “Uh…” He isn’t sure what to do. Your tone is raw, like you’d been screaming but your tone was unique. Mythical. Foreign to his ears. “Feed? I…I’m not sure what you mean.” he looks around. The street was eerily quiet, no bodies moving like it would typically be on a Sunday night after a big win. Had he been in his right mind, Only would’ve realized this earlier but you shifted his focus. His attention is solely yours, the beautiful yet battered woman whose weak grip was on his thick arm. Feed? Is she trying to say she’s hungry? He thinks to himself. “There is a bar around the corner I can get you something to eat there if…” Ony doesn’t have time to finish his sentence before his body is tossed against the cold brick wall.

Before he could blink, you pin him. Your arm presses against his upper chest to hold him in place. Shock washes over his features at the drastic change in your strength. “Wha…what are you doing?” he attempts to push free but you press further, your hand coming up to tilt his head to the side. Your body glimmers as you press against him, running your nose up his neck. You glance up and look into his eyes and he could swear he saw golden spirals twirling in your irises. The intensity sends heat rushing through his blood, skin prickling as an odd sense of euphoria encompasses him. His heart hammers in his chest and confusion sparks in his mind as he feels the warmth of your breath against his skin as you lean forward into the crevice of his neck.

Then a pinch.

The elongated fangs pierce through his chocolatey dermis and his knees almost buckle. “Ah.” He breathes out. He was unable to move. Unable to speak. Time stands still as all of his senses are silenced, a surreal feeling covers his being as his eyes drift up to look at the night sky. It was bluer than he expected, stars shining brighter than before. Ony’s head rests against the wall as you gently pull from him, your power forcing his blood to continue to run hot. You feel your strength returning to you. Finally you groan internally. You were coming back into yourself. Swirls of your magic thrum through your body as his blood fills your belly. Ony, on the other hand, was locked into this place, eyes glossed over and arousal coursing through his veins. He shouldn’t feel like this. But the way your soft lips suckled against his skin, your subtle caressing of his neck. This must be your doing. There was no other reason for him to feel like this. He needed to pull away but he couldn't.

Instead he indulges in it, allowing you to feast. His chest rising and falling and the sounds of your gentle licks ringing in his ears.

When your hunger is satiated, you pull back. Your skin shines underneath the light of the moon, a breeze caressing your hair. Ony slumped a bit once he felt your teeth retract from his neck. Crimson streaks coated your lips like gloss. You drag your tongue across it, savoring the flavor. His neck still gushing, he feels himself getting weak. You dip back in, gliding your tongue across the mark, using rejuvenation to heal him and close the wound. “Fuck.” he hisses. His eyes flutter, vision blurred as he tries to focus on you. Once he manages to lift his head, your eyes meet one another. “Are you okay?” your voice wraps around his eardrums like silk, completely void of the strain from earlier. You help him stand back up, leaning his muscular body against the wall. “It wasn't my intention to hurt you.” you speak softly. He takes this time to look at you, really look at you. Damn you were ethereal. He thought to himself. Ony took note of everything from the shape of your eyes to the cut of your jaw and the fullness of your lips.

“The dizziness should wear off soon. And the…other...side effects.” you tease. If he were a lighter man, his face would be blood red from that statement. He didn't have to look, he could feel the strain against his jeans. Your eyes glance down and Ony swore he could see your eyes sparkle again. “Wh-what are you?” he manages to ask, breath heavy as he tries to maintain his balance. You give him a smile, the tips of your fangs sticking out slowly as you lean forward. “A figment of your imagination.” You whisper, your voice hypnotic to him. He takes a second to blink and when he opens his eyes again, you’re gone. Leaving him there confused and dazed. Ony stumbles his way back to the bar just as his teammates were coming out. “Ayeee there he is! We thought we lost you!” Reiner’s drunken voice shouts out, tossing an arm around his shoulder. ”I-..” He tries to catch himself but stumbles. “Whoa O, we got to get you home man.” Reiner laughs as they help him to the car.

The next morning Ony woke up, head throbbing. “Damn, remind me to never drink again.” He groans to himself. Last nights events toy with his mind. Was it real? He jumps in the shower to kickstart his body, his mind struggling to piece together reality. As he steps out of the shower and makes his way over to the sink, he sees it. A deep purple hickey on his chocolate skin with two tiny pierced holes decorate his neck.

“What the fuck.”

His voice was barely above a whisper as he inspected his body. His heart raced as he blinked a few times, attempting to register exactly what he was seeing. The tiny puncture wounds were barely visible to the naked eye but the hickey was so big, there was no way Ony was going to be able to keep this away from his teammates. “Fuck.” he repeated blinking and leaning into the mirror again to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. “They gone be on my ass about this shit.” he groans. His alarm sounds jolting him from his train of thought, alerting him that he only had a few more minutes before he had to leave for practice. Bite mark out of his mind, he rushed to get himself together and head to the field.

“Boy what the hell did you get into last night?” a loud voice called from behind him as he took his jersey off. Practice had just wrapped up and Ony managed to keep everything under wraps. “What you mean?” he asked turning around to Connie. “You were throwed off yo ass last night. Rei had to damn near carry you to the car.” he nods at Ony. “Yeah, you came out around the corner and…Ony what the fuck is that?” Eren cuts through his own sentence. Ony’s brows furrow until it dawns on him. The fucking hickey. His hand slaps his neck but it was already too late. His teammates rush over to him, Reiner pulling his hand down as they inspect him. “Damn Ony, what did you get into?!” Connie teases. They pester him with questions and jokes, inquiring about the young lady that managed to get close enough to him. “It's not like that.” he attempts to explain but it's futile. They had already made up their minds about the mystery lady, asking questions that Ony himself couldn’t answer because he had no clue who…or what…you were. Or if he would ever see you again for that matter. His thoughts crafted visions of you after you had finished your feeding. Your golden aura seeping through your skin, eyes swirling with power.

Ony was perplexed.

Why did seeing you that way…turn him on. He wasn’t into hematolagnia by any means but the way your tongue slid across your crimson painted lips. It did something to him. Ony shook his head. She must have used something on me. I never would’ve acted like that on my own. He reassured himself. The heat from her hand that seared his skin wasn’t like anything he had ever experienced before. That must’ve been the reason he felt the way he did.

“She had to have put that shit on you if you can’t even speak about her in full sentences.” Eren teased, shaking his head at Ony. The heat dies down slowly but it doesn't stop his mind from wandering.

What the fuck were you?

After getting home, Ony hopped in the shower. His night going as it normally does. Come home, shower, study plays, eat then bed. Everything was back to normal. He let out a deep sigh as he climbed underneath the covers. “Okay Ony. It was just…a dream. Yeah, lets just say that.” he lied to himself and willed his body to sleep.

Your eyes appear in front of him causing him to jolt from him sleep. His gaze meets yours as you sit on top of him, legs straddled on either side of him as your hands press into his chest. “You…” he lets out. “Hello Onyankopon.” you whisper gently. Magic once again swirls from your fingertips into his blood stream. Ony’s blood starts pumping rapidly, rushing downward. “Fuck.” he groans, head falling back into the pillow. His fingers flex as he tries to remain calm. “Mmmm.” you let out, excitement coursing through your body. You lean down again and drag your nose against the opposite side of his neck. “W-wait. Please.” he calls out to you but your fangs had already extended and cut through his skin. Supple lips kissing against his skin as you feed from him once more. “Fuuuck.” you pull a moan from his lips. “Almost there baby.” your voice rings in his mind. His hands find your waist and he swallows heavily, allowing you once more to do what you want, helpless in every way to stop you. When you’re finish, you clean him up again and sit up. Still sitting on his lap, you feel his length pressing up against you. Ony’s eyes flutter open and he catches glimpses of you, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. “Who..?” Ony starts but you cut him off. “See you soon.” you lean forward and kiss his lips softly and just like that, you’re gone.

Ony jumps up out of his sleep in a panic. Sweat drips down his body as he looks around his room for any signs of you. His room was still, only the whirling of the blades of his fan can be heard. Was I dreaming? He thinks as he wipes the sweat from his head. The clock blinks 4:12am. Ony groans and falls back onto the bed. He attempt to force himself back to sleep but it was no use. With a grunt, he rolls out of bed and starts his morning routine.

Washing up quickly he throws on his practice clothes and headed towards the front door. His body was tense from the lack of sleep and the consistent ‘dreaming’. His neck tinged with pain. Ony reached up to apply pressure and crack his neck and felt a soreness at his touch. “Shit.” he pulls his hands back quickly, his hand wet and sticky. It took a moment to register that it was his blood on his hand. His heart pounded and breathing increased. “No.” he whispered to himself rushing towards a mirror hanging on the wall. But his nightmare was true. There on the other side of his neck was another hickey, bigger than the last. The same two dots in the middle. Ony stepped back bumping into his couch.

So it wasn't a dream. You were in his apartment last night.

“How the fuck?” A sense of fear grips his chest at the thought. You had managed to come into his home unannounced, feed from him, and leave without leaving a trace of your presence except for the mark on his neck. Ony’s eyes dart around the room searching for anything but there was nothing but emptiness. His phone ringing makes him jump from his skin. “H-hello?” he picks up quickly. “Yo where you at? Coach is looking for you man.” Eren says over the line. “Shit. I’m on the way. Sorry.” he responds. He hangs up and rushes out the door, current fears forgotten.

“Fuck.” Ony says as he arrives. Not once. Not once has he ever been late or missed a practice. His head was spinning and sweat poured from his pores. This was all fucked up. You had him caught up in his own mind and it felt like there was nowhere for him to escape. “Damn you look like shit.” Eren said as Ony stepped into the locker room. He ignored the comments and rushed to get ready so they could get out on the field. “Yo, Ony. You bleeding man.” His eyes shoot up and he stares off into the distance. “Uh. Y-yeah I guess I cut myself shaving.” he mumbled an excuse. “Ony you don't shave yourself. You literally have a personal barber.” Connie speaks out. Shit. “Well first time for everything.” he shrugs. He grabs some tissues and wipes his neck off and rummages through his bag for a bandaid. After cleaning himself up and covering the mark, he managed to get his gear on and head to the field

That day at practice, Ony was on edge.

His thinking was a bit clouded and it showed in his actions. Practice ended and his body felt drained of all energy. “ONY!” His coach’s voice boomed. “MY OFFICE. NOW.” Ony flinched. He’s never gotten into trouble. He was a star player. Always punctual. Always attentive. He drags his body to the office and slumps into a chair. “You want to explain to me was the hell is going on with you today? Are you sick or something? This behavior of yours is unacceptable.” Coach Erwin goes on and on. Ony blinks slow trying to register his words but everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

“Are you listening to me son? If this doesn't get better, I’ll have to pull you from the next game.” That caused him to snap himself out of the trance he was in. “N-no. I’m good coach. I promise. I just need some sleep. It won't happen again.” He stammered. Erwin looks him over for a moment. “Fine. But this is your only warning. Understood?” Ony shaked his head yes. “I promise. It won't happen again.”

That was the first time Ony had lied.

Because the next night, the same dream appeared.

Your teeth dip into his neck again. “Fuck. Please..” his begging was useless. You sit flat on his lap feeding from him. Gently you begin to rock back and forth as you savor his sweet taste. Arousal spikes under his skin as goosebumps litter his body. His eyes roll back in his head at the overwhelming feeling. It was wrong but he couldn’t stop. He didn't want to. The feeling of euphoria was too good to let go. “I can’t…” he pleads out, wanting more and less at the same time. You were sending his body into overdrive, the blood rushing through him making his flavor sickly sweet and you indulge yourself in every drop. When you pull back, you’re both breathing hard. His grip on your hips tightens and you whimper. “Ony.” you breathe out. “Shit.” He was so confused but the feed and his current state made him dizzy. His grip loosened on you and you disappeared before he had the chance to object.

Ony woke up again startled and confused. His head was spinning. He looked down and saw his dick standing at full attention. “Bruh.” he groaned, head falling back against his pillow. “This can't keep happening to me.” He complains. But that was one wish that wouldn't come true. Because for several nights after, the same instance occurred. You came into him home when he was asleep, fed, and disappeared. Leaving him in desperate want and deep exhaustion. Ony was struggling to keep it all together and it showed in his actions on and off the field.

It was in the middle of a humid practice session, when Ony began to notice more strange changes outside of just the typical drowsiness. Every time he ran drills or lifted weights, he felt this subtle tug at his physical energy. Something you were doing. It had to be you. You were depleting him and fast. He found himself growing more and more exhausted, his usual stamina fading faster than ever before.

And because you would only come at night, he could never actually catch you. He tried staying awake into the night to see if that would work but it was no use. His body was betray him due to fatigue and he would jolt awake once more. More marks began to appear in different places on his body. Some on his biceps and others on his inner thighs. And it continued the next day…

Then the next week…

Then the next month…

Before Ony knew it, he had sat out for two games and it didn't look like he was getting any better. Each time was more draining than the last. Sports journalists worried for his health and fans worried about the championship. “They're targeting you because you’ve become weak.” His coaches had told him. And it was true. The opposing teams had seen him in action. His performance was growing inconsistent and they fed on it. There was no choice but to pull him from the games until he could get whatever this was under control.

Ony had never felt more defeated in his life. His love, the game, was falling away from him and there was nothing he could do about it. He was angry. This isn’t even my fault! Why were you doing this to him? He was exhausted and in pain. His teammates started to whisper. Everyone was making assumptions. Pretty soon rumors started to circulate about the little marks with blood on his body. Random drug tests were ran on the team. Physical exams doubled. He knew it was because of him. So he wasn't surprised when he sat in the office with his coaches and the owners of the team.

“You’re letting me go?!” His heart drops into his stomach. “Ony, We’ve tried to give you time. But whatever this is. These markings, This erratic behavior. We are struggling to find a reason to keep you on this team.” Hange, the team owner spoke up. “P-please. It's not me I swear. It's her.” he blurts out, eyes widening at his own outburst. “Her?” His coaches look at him like he had lost his mind. “You got to believe me. I know it sounds crazy but this isn’t me.” he begs. “So prove it.” Levi says from behind them all. Ony’s adam apple bobbed in his throat. Levi was the big boss, a no bullshit type of person. “But I can’t. That's the problem.” Ony lets out defeated. “Either you prove it in the next 48 hours or you’re off the team.” And with those words they dispersed.

Ony felt like he wanted to cry. He was on the verge of losing his mind. “I can’t keep living like this.” he groaned. So he decided to take matters into his own hands. He grabbed his things and rushed home. “YO!” He called out into the empty space. “Are you in here?” he yells. No response. FUCK! He slumps to the floor. “Look,” his tone shifts, a crack heard in his voice. “I don't know if you can hear me. Or what or where you are but…Please. I can’t lose this. This game is my life. My everything. It feeds my family. Just…” he stops with a sigh. There was no point in begging. He’d done it before but you never answer. Suddenly, there was a fire lit underneath. You know what, Fine. If you won't stop. I'll make you. He stood up with a new sense of determination and rushed to his laptop. The rest of that evening he studied everything he could about mythical creatures and what keeps them away.

He read up on scent blockers and set to work to create his own. “Masking your scent from vampires, werewolves, and other mythical creatures..” he mumbled reading through the instructions. Finally, after hours of work it was time to put his plan in motion. After his shower, he lathered his body in the homemade concoction. “This better work.” he says before forcing himself to sleep.

The next morning Ony woke up before his alarms. He felt…rested. He jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to check himself over. There were no bruises, no hickeys. Nothing. It worked! He thought happily. He quickly cleaned himself up and headed to practice. He was the first one of the field when everyone else arrived. “Whoa, look who seems to be feeling better.” Reiner said patting him on the back. Ony smiled. He knew he had a while to recover but for the first time in a while, he felt like he was on the right track.

After practice, the coaches sat the team down in the middle of the field to do wrap up. The bosses had came back but this time Ony was ready for them. “I’m guessing you have your proof.” Levi spoke as he stepped onto the field. “I-..well technically no but I do think I have a solution to my problem.” he started to explain but gasps and a thunderous noise behind him caught his attention. Levi’s eyes looked past him towards the middle of the field. No. Ony didn't need to turn around to know it was you. Your scent was intoxicating. When he did turn, his jaw dropped open. You stood in the middle of the field, skin glowing, wearing an outfit that put Akasha to shame. “Shit.” Ony let out.

Your eyes scan the field and when they find him, you lock onto his gaze. “You hid from me.” Your voice calls out. Low but intimidating. “I-...” Ony looked around at the confused faces of his team members and coaches. The pout you wore of your face was…cute? What the fuck was he thinking? You found him and you’re here. They can see you! “You didn't give me a choice. You were draining me.” he let out in frustration. “I don't like being ignored Ony.” you speak. Within a blink, you were standing in front of him, your chest pressed into his.

“How did you find me?” he asks you. His teammates had stopped what they were doing, eyes wide as they watched the scene unfold. The coaches stood frozen, confused, unsure of what to make of the strange woman who had just appeared on the field. “I always get what I want Ony.” you say and before he could think, your hands were on him, teeth elongated and breaking through his skin. “Fuck.” he groans at the impact, hands lifting and gripping your waist again. But this felt different. It wasn’t just your regular poke and suck. Ony’s skin singed before wave of…something flowed into his bloodstream. He felt lightweight but those familiar thrums of pleasure were still present.

When you finally pull back, there is a ghostly silence from those around you. “Now,” you smile, licking your lips. “You can’t escape me if you tried.” you say matter of factly. “Fascinating.” A woman’s voice speaks up from behind him. He turned to see Hange with a wide smile on her face. “I didn't think you were real. All these years. Wow.” she exclaimed. You tilt your head at her peculiar nature. “Y-you know her? You can see her?” Ony asks. “Of course they can see me. I’m not a ghost.” You roll your eyes at him. “Now, can you explain why you tried to hide from me in the first place?” you turn your attention back to him. “Can we not… discuss this here?” he asks. You look around at the shocked faces. “Fine. I'll meet you at your apartment. You better not be late.” and with that you disappear.

Ony closes his eyes and takes a few breaths before opening them again to prepare himself for the onslaught of questions he was going to receive. “Well, we see what caused the draining.” Levi spoke first, tone of voice still as nonchalant as before. “AMAZING! Ony do you know who that was?!” Hange rushes to him, shaking his shoulders. “A girl I met outside the bar?” he says confused. “WHAT?! NO! That was Y/N. The entity of all entities. THE Queen Vamp herself. We were standing in the presence of royalty and SHE MARKED YOU! WOW!” Hange rushes through jumping with excitement as she looked over his neck, your mark singed into his skin like ink. “I’m sorry Queen vamp? What?” Ony tried to rap his head around it but it only left him with more questions. “Oh this is perfect. You have to go. Go go go! She's going to be waiting! Go and come back and tell us more! See you at practice tomorrow!” she says before basically shoving him to the door.

Ony walked into the door of his apartment with nerves bundling in his belly. What the hell was he getting into. Queen vamp? What does that even mean? He dropped his keys by the door and looked around. You were nowhere to be found. “Uh, h-hello?” he calls out. I'm in your room. Your voice says in his head. “What the hell? How?” he starts. He walks towards the room and sees you there. You were sitting cross legged in the middle of his bed. He stood in the doorway, heart beating fast as he locks eyes with you. You both stood there in silence gaging each others next move. “What are you?” Ony asks, finally working up the courage to speak up. “A vampire succubus. Queen Vampire Succubus to be exact.” you answer him swiftly. “So what does that mean?” he asks, confusion causing his brows to knit together. “I'm a vampire. I suck blood.” you state. He presses his lips into a flat line. “Obviously, but the other thing? The succubus? What does that mean?” he asks. You smirk at him. “Why don't you look up what a succubus is Ony?” you say sweetly. His eyes narrow at you before pulling out his phone and doing a quick search. As he reads, his eyes widen with surprise. “O-oh.” he says softly before looking back up at you. “Your dreams starting to make sense?” you laugh. Chest rising and falling, he slowly nods.

“So now that that's squared away. Why did you run from me?” you say, pout pulling at your lips again. “B-because. I was going to be kicked off the team. And you wouldn't listen to me. I had to do something.” he explains. You stare him down for a moment, the silence encapsulating you both. “I…apologize,” you start, “I wasn’t aware that I was causing you so much stress. It wasn’t my intention. It's just…” you stop for a moment. “Just?” he encourages. A blink and you were standing right in front of him. “You’re...intoxicating.” you explain, hand dragging down his chest. “Shit.” he whispers out. “I- I can't explain it. But your blood, your essence, its…enticing. It's the sweetest I’ve ever tasted. In all of my time as Queen, I’ve never been so drawn to someone but you. You are different. I crave you.” you speak low as you maintain eye contact. Ony couldn’t help the way his blood began to run hot at your words. His teeth clench together with intensity.

“You’re the queen?” Ony asks, attempting to calm him temperature by changing the subject. “That’s… a lot to process.” You smile softly. “It's a lot to carry.” you respond. Ony couldn’t help it. The way his eyes dropped to your lips, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Despite the crazy turn of events, he was drawn to you in a way he couldn’t explain. “Ony. Don't do that.” you whine breaking his train of thought. “Do what?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. “Your arousal baby. I marked you. I can feel it.” you whimper pressing against him. “Is that…the other part of your power?” he asks you, hands sliding up and gripping your waist. You let out a soft whine as you nod your head. “So how does it work exactly? The…other power.” He asks with slight hesitation. Your eyes lock onto his as your fangs elongated, a smile splitting your lips. “Do you want to find out?” His eyes dilate as your magic starts to whirl underneath your fingertips. He takes a deep breath and utters one simple word.

“Please.”

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