#mmm teeth creature thing

[mushsect]

hall

[conelluwrites]

the red means i love you

Reader/Doppelgänger Francis (main focus on the doppelgänger aspect) (reader goes by she/her and is described with vaginal terms)

posted on my AO3

word count: 2.6k

title from The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley

Contains: monster fucking (doppelgänger fucking), headcanon design for non-disguised doppels, barbed dick, breeding, and blood drinking

You let the wrong one in, but maybe it's not as bad as it seems when you invite him back to your apartment.

“Mmm…”  The voice sounds uncanny, too similar to Francis with the slightest hint of a purr that the tired milkman would never express, “I’m rather thankful that you let me in earlier, you know?”  His uniform is clean and tidy, well put together in a way that Francis would never be able to achieve due to his early morning risings.  His hair is just barely out of place.  Things that no one would notice-- things that make her wish that she had called Francis’ apartment to see if he was home.

“W-Wha-!”  The doorman stumbles back in fear, causing her to bump her back into the chest of the doppelgänger who all too readily wraps his arms around her waist.  One of his hands trails down her rigid arm and grabs the hand of hers that is trembling its way towards the phone.  Even if he didn’t intervene, the D.D.D. would not arrive in time to prevent any damages, he was in the safety room.  His fingertips are inhuman, too sharp but not yet undisguised, as they intertwine with her own to prevent her from dialing the number she memorized so easily.

“Shhh, shhh…  There’s no reason for you to be afraid.”  He coos, brushing his nose against the exposed flesh of her neck.  “No need to scream, no need to squirm, no need to put up a fight…”  His voice is velvety but now lacks the tiredness the real Francis carries.  It’s not surprising that he’s giving up his disguise piece by piece, she assumes that it must take some level of effort to be so near-perfectly disguised and she knows at this point she’s utterly fucked.  “I could take you away from this annoying position forever if you want.  No pesky D.D.D. agents, no more anxiety from our kind, no more living in fear.  Sounds pretty nice, hm?”  His free hand goes to hold her chin, his sharp thumb slightly digging into her jawline.

“But I gotta protect my neighbors.  My job-- sitting here and looking at everyone and their documents, it might suck at times but it keeps everyone safe.”  She says, her voice trembling.  Her throat is bone dry from fear, her chest aches from the uneven breathing leaving her slightly open lips.

“Oh, my dear, that’s such a noble sentiment.”  The doppelgänger sighs dramatically before shaking his head.  He spins her around in his grasp, the hand that was holding hers goes to her waist.  His fingers trace along her jawline, making sure to keep a gentle, but firm, grip on her so she cannot try to escape.  There’s a bright grin on his face, his teeth too white to be human.  “But how many times have they let you down?  Surely they have failed you before.  People are fickle creatures; they don’t appreciate what they have until it’s gone.  I promise to protect you, sweetheart, just let me stay with you tonight, hm?”

Her mind races, so many thoughts of her own death and the death of her neighbors.  “How do I know you won’t hurt me?”  The answer is obvious-- if the doppel were going to hurt her, he already would have.  He’s stronger than her, stronger than any human and she’s still in his grasp.  If he wanted to maim her, he would have already.  “You doppelgängers just want to kill and eat us.”

“Ah, you misunderstand me, darling!  I could never harm a hair on your lovely head.”  The doppelgänger earnestly insists.  His thumb brushes gently across her cheek, trying to so lovingly convince her.  “All I want is to hear more stories about your day and listen to those sweet little fears of yours…  And yes, perhaps indulge myself in some delicious blood as well.”  He’s whispering intimately, as if they’re a pair of lovers.  The grip on her waist tightens slightly but remains mostly gentle, it’s almost comforting despite the sharp nails against her shirt.  “C’mon… please trust me.”

“But I-”  her voice dies out the longer she allows herself to fall into the illusion of mutual trust.

“It’s okay, my love,” he murmurs understandingly, “don’t overthink things, hm?”  He kisses her temple tenderly, a perfect imitation of love between humans.  His eyes flicker towards the phone, allowing even himself to dream of a different world where he could whisk her away and keep her all to himself.  “Let’s just go for now, let’s go somewhere private where no one can bother us.”

She relents easily, tearing her gaze from his face and allowing it to travel down the white uniform before making its way back up to his face.  “My apartment is on the first floor.  We… We can go there together.  We don’t have to worry about others seeing us, everyone else is in for the night.”

Francis’ grin grows even more, his canines growing sharper than any humans can be naturally, “That sounds perfect.”  He sounds appreciative, leading him gently to the door to exit the safety room.  The walk to the apartment is short.  As the apartment door closes, the intensity changes slightly; he is watching her carefully while also taking the new space.  “Nice place.  So cozy…”

“Thank you….” She murmurs. “I figured it’s safer for you to be here than anywhere else in the complex.”

Francis’ doppelgänger hums thoughtfully before nodding in agreement.  After the brief exchange, he takes the opportunity to explore the small apartment, touching things lightly as if trying to understand their purpose and history though touch alone.  Every movement exudes confidence in his decision-making process, evaluating the potential of each object.  “You’re so brave, you know.  C’mere.”

She walks over to him hesitantly and stands there.  The doppelgänger is taller than her.  Despite it all, since he’s imitating one of her neighbors that she’s rather fond of, she feels herself relaxing.  He wraps an arm around her waist casually, pulling her close while leaning down until their hands nearly touch.  He inhales deeply, enjoying the warmth that a human being brings.  He drawings circles on his back with his free hand.  He continues to lean down slowly -- closer and closer to her neck.  Her breath hitches as his nose finally meets her neck.  Her hands meet his waist and tighten slightly, crinkling his shirt.  Adrenaline is racing through her body, making her tremble slightly but she refuses to pull away.  The way the doppelgänger rubes and nuzzles his nose into the crook of her neck is the sweetest thing she’s experienced recently.

The doppelgänger lets out a satisfied rumble, savoring the sensation of her trembling beneath his touch.  If anyone saw them now, they’d assume it was two lovers locked in passion.  His lips brush against the skin he finds lightly before he stops abruptly.  “Promise me something -- promise that you won’t run away.”

“...”  She considers his words carefully.  Every primal instinct in her is begging her to run, to get away as fast as she can.  But she hasn't and, to be honest to herself, she doesn’t want to.  She’s rather content staying like this, being in his arms with his face buried in her neck.  She know he could bite her, sink sharp teeth in her neck and finish her life in less than a second, but she finds herself trusting that he won’t.  “ I promise.”

“Good girl.”  He praises softly, finally giving into temptation and pressing his teeth gently against her neck.  Not hard enough to yet draw blood, just merely teasing her.  His arm tightens around her as the gravity of her promise fully settles between the pair.  The danger she’s in never fully dissipates but mixes well with the affection he’s showing her.  “You deserve a reward for trusting me.”

“Oh?  Like what?” She asks, her grip on him loosening as her body adapts to the unfamiliar situation.

Francis’ doppelgänger chuckles, the vibrations tickling her neck.  “Don’t fret, just something that will make us both happy.”  With a groan, he allows his disguise to slip further and further, his teeth sharpening.  They puncture her skin ever so slightly, blood trickles immediately out of the small wounds.  With a satisfied hum, he pulls away and licks his lips, allowing blood to pool.  “Just relax, enjoy this moment.”  She struggles out a broken moan; it’s not necessarily painful but it reminds her of how weak and vulnerable she is in the moment, a feeling that is intoxicating.  “Relax.” he murmurs against her skin soothingly.  There was no aggression or hunger driving him, it was just to provide nutrients for him to continue his time with her.  Slowly yet deliberately, he licks up the collected droplets while sucking lightly on the wound.  He alternates between suckling and licking the wounds, moaning.

“Y’gonna leave a hickey on me.” She sighs out, her body relaxing even further.

“Only for me to look at later.”  He promises, his breath hot on her dampened flesh.  The rhythm slows down until it stops altogether and he pulls away.  Slowly and carefully, he raises his gaze to meet hers.  “Now tell me more about those annoying D.D.D. agents.”

“I don’t know much about them, to be honest.  They don’t hang around after the cleaning procedure and they don’t talk to me aside from congratulating me on living another way.”  She says, swiping a bit of her own blood from his lips with his thumb.

“You should know more than that.”  He growls. “We could use your help some day.”

“We?  You want me to help the doppelgängers?”

“Of course.  Someone like you, someone so skilled at calling us out…  You could be helpful in our cause.”

“I don’t believe that’s such a worthy cause…” She murmurs, resting her head against his chest.  His heartbeat is inhuman, too slow to be human, but it’s relaxing.  “Though…”

“Though?  You would be safe -- you’d be part of our family.  Perhaps one day I could introduce you to some of the ones I’m closest to.”

“Mm.”  She weighs his words carefully.  In a disturbing, unacceptable way, it’s almost sweet.  “I suppose that, as long as I’m protected by you, I’d be honored to meet them.  Does that make us mates?”

“Indeed.”  Silence stretches between them for a moment.  “In our world, we share souls upon consummation.”  He stares into her eyes after the statement, gauging her reaction based on his customs.

“Ah, like marriages for humans then?  Do you want to consummate our bond?”

The doppelgänger stiffens slightly at first before relaxing.  “Yes.  But we must proceed cautiously.”

“Why’s that, my love?  Is your genitalia that different?”  She asks, leaning up to nuzzle her nose against his for a moment before pulling away and going to stroke his cheek softly.  The skin is rubbery and like ice against her fingers.

“Hm…  No, not quite.”  There’s a beat of uncomfortable silence, he allows her mind to wander with possibilities.  “Our release is also quite different, I believe.  Is that okay?”

She’s quiet for a moment, allowing herself time to fully comprehend the possibilities ahead of her. “Yes.  I want to be your mate, so please…  mate with me the way doppelgängers do.”  Francis’ doppelgänger feels a surge of triumph.  The transformation starts gradually as he allows himself to rip through his disguise.  The clothes rip and tatter, falling to the ground around him as she lets him go, allowing him to fully transform.  Glistening black scales peek through skin like moonlight reflecting off ocean waves, his fingers grow out to sharp daggers, his arms and legs elongate as his muscles tense.  His teeth barely fit in his mouth, the sharp points poking slightly over his lips.  His cock is impossibly thick and long, tiny barbs lining the sides as it oozes black pre-cum.  He lifts her effortlessly, his hands on her ass as he carries her to her bedroom and places her gently on the bed.

“Lie back.”  He commands quietly, watching every breath he takes with anticipation and hunger.  She lays back, obediently as he hovers over her patiently.  There’s no shame or hesitation in his gaze as his hand travels up her shirt to lift it over her head.  She tugs off her pants, leaving her in her bra and panties.  His gaze is full of pride.  “You’re mine now, my soulmate.”

“You’re perfect.”  She says softly, cupping his face and kissing his monstrous face lovingly.  Her lips meet his rough lips and pointed teeth.  She winces preemptively as his sharp claws make easy work of her panties, tugging on the fabric until it tears away and reveals her glistening sex.  The thick, black sludge lubricates his cock, making it ease into her cunt slowly and easily despite its grand size.  She feels the tiny barbs grow slightly, just enough to dig into her walls to prevent her from squirming away or resisting.

He hisses appreciatively at the compliment and the feeling of her heat enveloping her slowly.  “You’re tight.”  He grunts out raggedly, thrusting deep.  The sensation matches beast-like intensity, every movement echoing throughout the small bedroom.

“Hah, you’re bigger than I expected.  So fuckin’ thick.” She pants out, her cunt swallowing his cock with little resistance.  “I was scared about the bars, but shit…  your cock is so perfect for me.”  The doppelgänger lets out an animalistic moan at her declaration, his thrusts becoming more aggressive and intense.

“That’s it!  Take everything I got!”  He exclaims hoarsely, nails digging into her hips.  “Answer me, would you want children?”  He gasps urgently.  Despite the heaviness of the question he posed, he keeps pushing relentlessly -- seeking assured release.

“I-I-!  Yes!  I want to swell with your young.”  She says lovingly, moaning.

He roars at his words, bowing low to catch her lips.  The kiss is filled with dominance and ownership.  “Perfect.”  He growls into her mouth, shifting positions easily so she’s on top of him.  “Ride me until we’re done.”

She straddles him easing, wincing as the shift in positioning digs his barbs deep into her cunt.  “Fuck, baby…”  She breathes out, her hands on his chest.  Her hips raise up and down rapidly despite her legs trembling greatly.

“Let me see those pretty eyes looking into mine.”  He orders hoarsely.  He hisses as her cunt adjusts.  The pain she felt was only temporary, but served its purpose well: reminding her whose body she was riding, a dangerous creature holding immense power over her.  His own gaze burned with need and desperation, pleading silently for satisfaction.  

She looks into his eyes obediently, so full of adoration for the monster.  “I-I-...”  Her breath hitches, she can’t finish her sentence.  She’s too embarrassed to admit her love for him.  Instead, she leans down to kiss him.  Her soft lips meeting his rough, uneven ones.

“Say it.  Tell me how much we mean to each other.”  He demands huskily.  His barbs grow slightly more, haling her movements for a single second.  It’s a sign of his nearing climax that’s mirrored by her frantic movements once she adjusts to the growth.

“I love you, fuck, I love you!”  She moans loudly.  Her cunt begins to quiver and massage his cock.  “Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me.”  She whimpers as his barbs dig in even more as her tight walls convulse around him.  Suddenly she can feel a torrent of his dark, murky cum release deep into her cunt.  His cock swells greatly, making her gasp and cum around him.  Her slick dribbles down his cock and coats him.  Her body slowly relaxes as his barbs retract but he remains swollen.  She lays limp against him, breathing heavily.

He roars hoarsely, pumping several times harder with his thickened cock.  He remains still, breathing heavily with his arms tight around her as he lays on his side, holding her tight to his chest.  It’ll take several minutes for his cock to decrease in size, but it’s unlikely that either of the two will be awake.  “Our bond is sealed.”  He rasps against her ear, nuzzling gently against sensitive skin.

[yanderemommabean]

Drider Mahito please mama I am begging on my hands and knees

The spider crawls forward, humming and tilting his head as he examines a few spots of his surroundings. A small bush here, a skittering critter over there, and of course a terrified bounding deer that’s trying to avoid the fate of the current one dangling and bleeding in the creature's mouth. 

He’s so excited,the electricity thrumming over his skin. He wants to catch as many meals as he can, he’s sure if he catches the most then things will go just as planned! 

Mahito was positive that all he needed to do was show he could hunt, gather, and track to be able to win your heart. He’s kept an eye on you for about a month now, watched you celebrate a holiday here and there, and was just in awe. You’re so intriguing. Most humans have boring and too bland of a life for him to care for, but you…You have a way about you. The way you carry yourself, the way you stand up to people despite their rank in your nest, the way you favor one thing yet despise another. 

He wonders if you’re the kind to appreciate the beauties of eating one's family members. He could scoop up that pesky relative who questions too much, you seem to have an ire of sorts towards them. 

Ah, maybe as a first courting sort of gift. For now he has to at least get his feet in the door! 

Maybe you’d like that street cat as well? You cuddle the other ones though…mmm…No, best to leave it be. You humans have weird ways to show some creatures affection, and others horror and disdain. 

Though, he supposes that's every creature. 

Trudging around in the trees, he hums a small tune and waves to the other Driders and Nagas, finding their meals and their bones to chew on. Some wave with a smile, others move on with their eyes down or a soured look on their faces. 

They’re smart. They see the markings that Mahito bears and know to stay a good distance. He has a reputation for mauling and using his venom just because some dare to look him in the eye. But that doesn't mean he’s a monster! What? He can’t have fun and play around?! 

A crackle of leaves and twins makes everyone alert, and a wide, almost manic smile grows on Mahitos face. It's you! That scent, that heart beat, the heat he can see on your flesh-It’s you! Oh he can't wait! He can’t wait! 

He scurries forward, blood and meat dripping down his chin and chest as he hurries toward you, pupils wide and wild as he manages to pinpoint exactly where you are. Ah! Now that he’s this close, he’s suddenly nervous! 

But you look so pretty, so delicate, so easy to break and eat and devour if you were more of his prey….

Thankfully you’re his mate! Or, well, you will be! See, he isn’t keen on being told no to something he desperately wants. Be it food, territory, or a way to be with you every single day for the rest of his life. 

You’ll accept, you’ll come home with him, learn his name and learn to stay inside at all times when he isn’t beside you. You’ll kiss and laugh and you’ll tell him how much you love him, how he’s such a good boy for you, how he’s such a hard working hunter who deserves your attention and love and- 

He’s so lost in his excitement he doesn't hear the horrified screams you make as he drops the raw meat and bones at your feet. He just grins, a large tongue coming to swipe at his blood stained teeth as he waits like a dog for your answer and your praise. Surely you see how hard he’s worked on this right?! 

Oh…you’re…scurrying away again? 

Well that’s rather ungrateful don’t you think? 

After everything he’s done? 

His expression sours, but he doesn’t let you get away as he easily gets ahead of you, lifting you up with ease as you dangle in his grasp, begging for your life and terrified of the creature holding your life in his hands, literally. 

“Insolent little wretch. I swear. I did all of this and you’re just going to turn away?!” he hisses, teeth coming close to nipping your skin as you feel your heart seize in your chest. Your voice, quivering and weak, speaks out as he dangles you higher, wanting to see the fear in your eyes for denying him your courtship. 

“Please don’t kill me”. What? What the fuck are you talking about?! Why would you assume-

It clicks. You see him as a predator on the hunt rather than a mate to be loved by. Huh. How did you ever come to that conclusion? It’s like you think he’d eat your bone marrow or something! 

Then there’s a simple solution to this! He just holds you in his hand, tight and firm, carrying you and your wriggling body away to the dark edges of his territory as he explains how he’ll prove himself. 

It’s easy! You just have to let him show you how much he wants you! Well, it's more of a need at this point. He went feral just thinking of you with some other mate, human or not. And if those Naga's want their tails intact they’ll know to keep their distance.

-Mommabean (I hope you enjoyed!)

[tarantulasnot]

Francis mosses is just a milkman, a nobody. But you were a something he wanted, and what's the difference between wants and needs?

CW: weed usage, hair pulling, cum eating, elongated tongue, misuse of shape shifting, Francis is a shy little freak, sub Francis, marking, reader gets stoned and gets an idea,

It's gonna be... 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 👅

You were so nice for a creature. Your smile, although a bit sharp was so mesmerizing. Your morning greetings were so pleasant, and genuinely made his day. He was so lonely, and you're small acts of kindness made him develop a small crush on you.

"Are you alright Francis? Your eyes have been getting darker." He'd shrug, however delighted that you'd noticed. "Mmm... Long shifts." You gave him a sympathetic look, and he looked the other way. "Come over tonight. I have something that might help."

So he came to you that night. He had changed out of his uniform into his button up pajamas, (1950s pajamas are Ebeneezer Scrooge couture okay 😭 lets act like that's sexy), and he approached your door, knocking on it.

Within a few seconds you had opened the wooden door, gazing at him with a smile. "Oh you're here already?" Another smile, it's like you're the original, but so much nicer. "Mmm, need all the help I can get." Your eyes scan him up and down and he shudders, but you shake your head, inviting him. "Take a seat on the couch, I'll be with you in a second." He does as told, but he's so stiff about it. Awkwardly sitting with perfect posture, his legs spread apart, and tapping his thigh anxiously. You return with a soft blanket and a two cups of hot cocoa, and two neatly rolled joints between your fingers. "Oh don't be so rigid, darling."

Fuck if only you knew the things you did to him. "Mmm, sorry about that." Francis apologizes, but you're quick to dismiss it. "I don't want to hear any of that." Settling down to his right, you pull out your lighter, and set the cups of warmed chocolate on the nightstand beside you. "Have you ever smoked weed, Francis?" The way you asked the question was so casual, that he looked almost taken back (this is the 1950s guys.)

"Mmm, well no." He glanced nervously at the joint in your hand as you set the end aflame, pulling on it once and holding the cocoa in your hand. You exhale the smoke and quickly take a swig. "I heard the coughing hurts."

You laugh, and it almost sounds like you're making fun of him. Once again, your teeth flash at him, and he swallows. Francis wonders how they would feel on his neck, his collarbone, his thighs... "Here," Lifting the other mug in your hand, you pass it to him. "If you exhale after a moment and drink this really fast you won't cough as much, if at all." He takes the drink, and sets it in his lap. However his attention is back in you and the way your lips curl around the blunt. You look so graceful about it.

"Here." You pass the joint to him between two fingers, and he copies you. "Now just take a small hit, this is your first time after all." The milkman nods, pressing his lips to it, and of course he doesn't listen. He barely feels it go down so after a solid 5 seconds you press your fingers to his lips and take the weed from him. "That's enough for you big fella."

Francis blows the white cloud from his lunge, and after a solid second of not feeling anything, he gets a scratchy burning feeling, and immediately sips on the cocoa. Afterwards he starts coughing, but it's not as bad as it would be without the drink. "H-Holy shit..." He manages in between coughs. "Damn that..." Francis leans back, his brain already starting to feel the effects. "That hits."

You chuckle lowly, taking another couple of puffs before passing it back to him. He goes through the cycle again before finally both of you are at a good high.

His eyes are dropped, eyelids lowered as he gazes at the wall. "Francis." You whisper, grabbing his attention, and suddenly he's locked in on you. Your hair, your lips, your eyes. God you're just a sight to behold.

"How are you feeling." He blinks at you, before smiling. "I feel great." He whispers. "Really good."

He moves a little closer, pulling the blanket further over himself. "Why haven't I done this before?" He leans his head back against the back of the couch, sighing. You can't help but appreciate the proximity. "Ummm..." He smells good, like deep cologne and the hint of flower in the air. "I don't know, but I'm glad you're feeling this good." Your hand goes to his thigh, landing on his knee and he shudders.

You had to be doing this in purpose. He felt his heart beating faster, and his body felt heavy. The way your fingertips glided over his knee to the center of his thigh, he wanted your hand just a bit further up. He wanted your hands everywhere. Really, he couldn't help it. His eyes fluttered shut as you kept running your hand over his thigh and he sighed heavily. "(Y/N)..." He whispered under his breath, and you took your hand away. You didn't want to push it, or do anything he didn't want.

You would have been an idiot to not notice that Francis had taken an interest in you. His flushed glances as you complimented him on his appearance, even if he was disheveled; or, when you touched his arm as a thank you for helping when you had "accidentally" knocked one of the bottles down.

"Are you alright, darling?" That nickname again, he parted his lips to speak. He wanted to be your darling, he had for a while. "I do like when you call me that." He admitted slowly, and his eyes sifted opened to peer at you. "Do you call anyone else darling?" He asked so innocently, but with a smidge of potential envy. "I don't." You reply simply, and you turn to face him fully. He returns the gesture, and now he's inches away from your face. "Mmm... So I'm your darling then?" He stated as though it were fact, speaking aloud.

Right in front of his eyes this time, your right hand drifts down to his thigh, and he twitches. "Mmm, don't do this to me." He wrenches his eyes from the scene back to you.

"What's the matter Francis?" It's his upper thigh this time that you graze, and it drives him to a point of no return. Already his pants are swelling with the thoughts he can't say, and if it weren't for the thickness of the blanket you would have seen it. However, you can feel the heat radiating from it. "Is there something wrong?"

Francis puts a hand over his eyes, he doesn't want to admit it, but he's already so painfully hard, a bead of precum staining his boxers and all you've done is pet his thigh. "Mmm... No- no." He shakes his head, and he nearly lurches out of his skin when all of a sudden your hand grazes over the spot that's affected the most. "Fuck- I just-" Francis mumbles, his hips chasing the contact, the stiffened member behind the clothing twitching beneath your ministrations. "Please-"

You don't deny him any further. You set your mugs to the side and crawl into his lap, and attach your lips to his. It's like a finely tuned instrument, both of you in sync, your hips moving over his slowly, and your kisses in the same agonizing rhythm.

He tries kissing you sweetly, this is the first time, but he can't control himself that well when it comes to this. "mmm- mm!" Your sharpened teeth bite his bottom lip, and he whines at the sting. But fuck he wants it, he wants those teeth to sinking into his neck, he wants the marks, he wants it all.

So you can't blame him when he grabs your hips and bucks into them, his eyes squeezed shut as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. Only to lose when your much longer one, which he hadn't noticed before, fills his. Your mixed saliva drops down his chin and he starts fully thrusting against you practically, his hands on your waist and your assisted pressure. "oh fuck- fuck-" he parts from the kiss to groan into your shoulder, and he sits down, begging into your ear while you did all the work. "Feels so good-"

Francis had been so lonely, so pent up. "Mmm more-" He pleaded, but you felt like being a little cruel to him. He could take it.

Your hand pulls his hair backwards and his hips jerk, a long moan escaping his throat. "You want more?" Your hips went faster and his eyebrows furrowed upwards, sweat at his hairline as you relentlessly dug your hips into him. "Huh, darling?"

The grip you had on his hair was just tight enough to ache and when you shook him around a little bit he couldn't stop himself from crying out. "yes!" He gasped, and suddenly he admitted what he wanted. "Please I want your fucking teeth in my neck- I want your tongue on my chest and-" he didn't even need to say it for you to know what he meant, because he keeps dragging his hips over yours when he has the mind to.

You quickly ripped his shirt open, and he shuddered when you let go of his hair. His tired eyes watched you get on your knees in front of him, his lip pulled between his teeth as you immediately peppered his neck with kisses.

I'm too lazy

@the-lazyyy-artist

[mistywaves98]

Okay.... but like, consider merman/siren (Not the bird kind of siren.) Scara sinking our ship and eating our crew. But we're a woman disguised as a man because they used to not let women on ships. He only eats men so when he notices we're different he takes an interest in our body, mainly our boobs? I don't know- just a random thought I had while trying to concentrate during biology. Can be read as a drabble/brainrot or a request. Whichever you'd prefer to read it as<3

This is a very interesting concept ngl 😮 also this was not as great as I'd hoped it would come out..

✧･ﾟ:* ->Siren! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: (sort of) NSFW, Just him being entranced by your chest, Nipple sucking, Making out!

✧･ﾟ:* ->Smut written by a minor!

You had just begun to feel like everything was going according to plan until your ship was attacked and your crew disappearing beneath the water, only to resurface as mangled corpses. The water around you was a horrible mix of blood and guts as you clung desperately to a floating piece of board that passed by.

You couldn't see anything beneath you, it was just water that went deeper for miles. Suddenly, a webbed hand shot up behind you and covered your mouth. A shape emerged alongside it and you felt a firm, wet chest against your back. Another arm wrapped around your upper torso as a raspy voice whispered into your ear,"Looks like I missed one.."

You thought this was the end, and didn't even bother to struggle since you knew it was futile. This creature was going to turn you into one of the dismembered bodies that were still somewhere nearby. However, you didn't feel yourself pulled underwater. The hand on your chest suddenly moved, slowly tracing the curve of your breasts through your clothes. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed as the creature you assumed to be male straight up groped you.

Suddenly, you felt sharp nails dig into your shoulders as the webbed hands spun you around, giving you a clear view of your 'attacker'. Slit pupils bore holes into your chest as he studied you with a furrowed expression. There were fins in place of his ears and his indigo hair seemed to flow around him despite being dripping wet. His eyes then darted up to your face, his glare piercing you.

"You...you're not a man." He said in a flat tone. You slowly nodded your head,"You're right, I'm a woman... Aren't you going to eat me?" "Eat you? Don't be an idiot, I don't eat female humans," he scoffed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world,"...especially not such lovely specimens such as yourself..." his voice suddenly dropped an octave and a dark expression came over his face. He leaned in a bit, his nose almost touching yours,"You know that you're trespassing by sailing here, right? That's why I killed your crew as a punishment for disturbing my peace. But I won't kill you, though. I already have an idea of what I'll do to you..." His eyes flickered downwards for a split moment and you blushed in embarrassment as you caught onto his meaning,"O-Oh... Well I suppose I am in the wrong... Punish me as you see fit."

Your top was tugged open, even torn in some places due to the enthusiasm of his claws. His scaly tail curled around your lower body beneath the water to hold you still as he lowered his head down till it was level with those soft mounds now covered in droplets of water. Moans keened from your throat as he hungrily began to suck on your left nipple, pointy teeth grazing the already erect bud, eliciting a soft yelp from you.

Your hands weaved their way into the damp hair on the back of his head, tugging him closer,"Mmm...you're so eager, aren't you my little captain?" He teased with a smirk as he released your nipple with a pop and pulled back a bit. Your hands came down to grasp his shoulders as his hands moved up to toy with your breasts, squeezing and kneading them between his webbed hands. The sensation was strange yet pleasurable at the same time and it left you breathless and flushed in the face.

The siren seemed to notice how you seemed to writhe even more when he occasionally gave your nipples a light pinch,"These are so sensitive... Yet they taste delicious. I want to taste more of you." With that, he dove in and captured your lips in an intense kiss. His hands brought you closer, one holding the back of your head to ensure you didn't pull away. You moaned as you felt his tongue snake its way into your warm mouth. It was so sleek and long, practically choking you with how deep it reached, yet it felt so amazing, you didn't want to pull back.

However, the kiss inevitably ended when you needed to breathe. He licked his lips as he watched you catch your breath, appreciating the sight of your exposed chest heaving with every inhale,"Your mouth tasted even better than I imagined. I bet there's other places that would feel absolutely divine on my tongue...but for now I'm satisfied. But don't think that means I won't be coming back for you." He suddenly scoops you up in his arms and makes his way to the beach nearest to the mainland.

As expected of a siren, you arrive there in a matter of minutes. Once you get close enough, you decide to part ways and swim the rest of the way, but before you go he says,"The name's Scaramouche by the way. Remember it for our future encounters." After that final goodbye, he disappears beneath the water and you vaguely make out a dark shape heading back out to deeper waters. As you sit on the beach, attempting to cover up your torso so it looks somewhat decent, you can't help but think that you'll be venturing to that part of the ocean a bit more often now, but on purpose this time.

[sirenmoth]

New Life Purpose

DUB-CON/NONCON, rough sex, biting?, marking, possesive creature is horny, belly bulge, gender neutral as it can be, aphrodisiac, gender neutral reader

Your arms flayed around as they tried to find something to grip on to, to help with the brutal thrusts from the being behind you, legs numb from the lack of use having been in this position for what seems like days, the only movement that keeps the tingly feeling present is the repetitive back and forth.

Face down. Ass up.

Your eyes rolled back as they hit your sweet spot over and over, the side of your face pressed into the ground below burns by the friction caused by the powerful thrusts. You can’t even tell if what’s fucking you is even human as you didn’t get a good look at it before a sicky sweet aroma that made your head spin and knees weak entered your system. Rewiring you brain. Everything burned. You felt hot and cold at the same time, an ache in the depths of your abdomen that needed to be soothed, a thirst that needed to be quenched.

“fuuuccc-mmm~” you moan, lound an unashamed as another orgasm is ripped from you, unable to remember how many you had after your brain turned to mush, being clouded by lustful euphoria. Your vocabulary is reduced to nothing but whines, moans, whimpers and the occasional babble of nonsensical words and phrases. Whatever was making you feel good was hitting all the right spots before pulling away only to come back harder, abusing your hole over and over and over, reapplying the same spite-lube like substance to aid in your torment, what didn’t find its way into your stretched open hole, dripped down the inside of your thighs, mixing with yours and that things cum.

A heavy weight leaned over you, pressing you further into the ground, making you completely immoblie much to your confusion and adding to your arousal. Knowing you could’ve escaped earlier and didn’t, and now fate is permanently sealed as yet another one of its loads explodes inside you, making your belly swell even more and press uncomfortably into the surface below. The creatured punctuated, with what you assumed to be claws or teeth, in the junction where your neck and shoulders meet, a mark to claim you as its, dragging a low whine out of you as you humped back on to its appendage that was still inside of you, the creature semmed content with watching you struggle, watching you slur out begs and please for it to fuck you again, to make you feel good, to cum. It wasn;t until you felt what you considered hands or arms appear back on your hips that you moan in relief, it was just resting and was far from done with you.

[sky-kiss]

Best Served Cold

A/N: I want the record to show that I love Haarlep. Spoilers for Patch 5.0 Epilogue. Using it for evil. Hiding under a gif. Maybe don't read if you don't like. Sex and violence. Short bit of something.

Haarlep/Durge (GN), Raphael/Durge GN: Best Served Cold (18+)

Oh, the spoils of war are ever so sweet. 

The thought flits through Haarlep’s head, a disconnected spark lost amidst a sea of pleasure. The incubus grips their lover’s hips tighter, fucking up into them as if it’s their last night in Hell. Raphael’s treasured pet comes to take their pleasure from the cambion’s form one last time. Torrid, debauched, and so blessedly delicious. 

I wondered when you’d visit me, my godling, breathed into the hollow of their throat. They’d shivered, eyes widening in wonder and lust—Haarlep’s favorite combination. The incubus bathes themselves in the bhaalspawn’s hunger. You seemed so fond of my little brat. 

“Oh, look at you.” Haarlep breathes. Raphael’s voice, dark and heady, fills the chamber. The bhaalspawn shivers. “Made for his cock, weren’t you? More’s the pity: you were never disappointed by the real thing.” 

They ride him harder, snarling into the frozen air. Haarlep laughs, shifting their touch inward, fingers splayed low on their belly. He likes the contrast of their skin, devil-red against mortal flesh. Haarlep licks their lower lip and thrusts his hips up. There is something so debauched about the way the godling takes him. Furious, punishing, oh, it’s good. Nails bite into his shoulder. The bhaalspawn dips their head, licking the hollow of their throat.

Teeth graze over their pulse. 

And then they bite. 

Haarlep groans, a rush of blood and heat as they break the skin. The bhaalspawn turns their head to the side, hissing into the ruined flesh. There’s pain, but they’ve had far worse during their tenure in Cania. And they still clench around him, move. 

“Mmm, hungry for him, were you?” 

The godling laughs, nosing the underside of his jaw. “No. No, sweetling, that was just for you.” 

They purr, “I’m flattered, pet.” 

“Dreamed of it.” They groan, pushing up and impaling themselves on his cock. Haarlep spreads their legs wider. They want to watch. “Dreamed of this.” 

The incubus chuckles, rocking. “And is it everything you desire?”

“Almost.” They tip their head back, mouth falling open in rapture. ���Raphael!” 

Haarlep hisses, pushing up under them. “No. No, pet, you call my name.” 

The godling laughs, rolling their hips. “Raphael.” 

Any response dies on the incubus' tongue. The voice is as familiar as breathing, so much a part of them after centuries of life. Haarlep’s blood runs cold. “You called, little mouse?” 

Haarlep thrashes, suddenly needing to get free, get out. Raphael is there. A mangled reflection of himself, but still alive. His left eye is milky, flesh badly burned and scarred. The right corner of his mouth curls up in a sneer. The godling clenches around them, moaning.

“Oh, Haarlep. Whatever’s the matter? You were so keen on using my form before.” 

The bhaalspawn’s grip is more sure than death itself, tearing through the flesh, leaving long stripes of blood across his pecs. Haarlep hisses, pitches, gets no further. They try to speak, but the damned creature kisses them, swallowing the words along with their air. Raphael closes the distance between them, hands clasped at the small of his back. Dispassionate. The once prince strokes a hand down the godling’s back. 

Fear settles low in the incubus’ belly, coiling alongside the rush of pleasure. So close to the end. A feverish weight at the base of their spine. 

Raphael strokes Haarlep's cheek. His one good eye narrows. 

“Once upon a time, you left me to our little beast…” the bhaalspawn groans, reaching out to fist a hand in Raphael’s robe. “...and I am a cyclical creature. An eye for an eye, hmm? Only fair I return the favor.” 

“Raphael…” They choke out his name, vision blurring. The godling’s teeth are back at their throat, biting, tearing. Haarlep tries to catch their hands, but they are brutally strong. 

Their little brat chuckles, bending and pressing a chaste kiss to their mouth. “Adieu, darling. It’s been…unforgettable.” 

And Haarlep screams. 

[nombitenary]

Mmm… thinking about multiple prey on this fine evening. A group of mountain climbers on a vertical climb, all roped together and shivering in a snowstorm they hadn’t seen coming. They’re struggling to work their frozen fingers enough to continue upwards, but know that giving up means plummeting to the craggy depths below. Desperate, they push themselves to continue— though from below, the group is all suddenly made aware of three things.

A gust of hot air is the first— damp and sudden, coming from directly below them.

The next is the sound of something wet.

And the last is one they notice as they all whip their heads downwards in shock— an it’s that one of their teammates is hanging halfway out of the jaws of a monster. Their legs kick and squirm at the beast’s jaws as the others all realize that the hot air was this creature breathing beneath them in preparation to snap up their teammate.

Helpless, they watch the beast as it slowly slurps up their friend, opening its jaws so there can all see their teammate slip down, down… before the tongue bobs, squashing the predator’s uvula to the roof of their mouth with an overeager and squelching swallow— one that causes the entire team to jerk downwards with it.

Their teammate was tied to the bottom of their line, and the pred lazily swallows again, raising a hand to their throat with a pleased purr as the next prey slips into their maw and is quickly and firmly swallowed down. It’s only a matter of time before the rest of them are dragged inside.

In the meantime, the pred leans back and opens their jaws— giving an open mouthed gulp around the taut line and causing it to snake down faster.

Bonus if the pred overestimated how many preys it could comfortably fit and ends up almost too full to get them all inside, but manages with a final thick swallow and a huge sigh of contentment.

And at the end of it all… after the gulps and squeezes of so many prey being stuffed into the pred’s belly, the pred lounges with a rope dangling from their teeth. One that they’re slowly slurping up, toying with, and then swallowing with a final gluck. Sealing their prey inside.

[fruitcoops]

15 for anyone 🤓

(15) “So, I found this waterfall…”

Combined with a request for (20) “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” Characters belong to @lumosinlove!

Sirius woke halfway through a snore--choked slightly, coughed, and rolled over onto his face with a fistful of blankets balled against his chest.

A laugh puffed across his bare shoulder. "Jeez, thanks, glad I got up early."

He didn't dignify that with a response; just kicked the middle sheet vaguely toward Remus and kept his eyes shut. The sound of a piano floated up from somewhere downstairs. Bach, he thought. It would be nice if someone played Debussy once in a while.

"Did you hear me?"

"Hmmrph," Sirius answered into the pillowcase. It was far too early for such demanding things as talking.

"I said, I brought breakfast up and a map."

That was nice of him. Sirius figured the continental breakfast's 9 a.m. closing time meant they'd be eating out in the mornings. If Remus brought some back with him, that promised at least an extra half hour of sleep to enjoy. He buried his nose deep enough in the pillow to smell mothballs and let the tension flow out of his back.

"Hey, hey, come on."

A light tug found the back of his hair. Sirius had to admit his acknowledgement was more grumpy this time.

A kiss this time, to the curve of his arm just peeking out of his cocoon. "You can't sleep vacation away."

"Mmm."

"I found a waterfall..."

Cold and wet, the sleepy creature of his brain advised. Not worth the risk. It would be a real insult to the lodge if he wasted their warm bed.

"Hey." Remus' voice was closer, now; he smiled despite himself, nudging into the downy quilt. Lips found his shoulder again, brushing back and forth in greeting before teeth gave a teasing scrape over his bicep. "Come on. You need to wake up because I can't do this without you."

Sirius could picture him: dressed to go for breakfast, but still bearing bedhead where he hadn't smoothed it down with a drowsy hand on his way out the door. He would be leaning close, arching down so that smile would rest just right against Sirius' arm. He chanced shifting his leg over and felt the bump of Remus' bent knees.

He breathed out. "Can walk. Without me."

"Nuh-uh."

"Mhm." Moths fluttered at the edge of his awareness.

"Don't want to."

"Can," he repeated. Morning was breaking over the last remnants of a dreamless sleep.

The teeth pressed in harder; he laughed, and felt Remus grin. "C'mon, or I'm eating your breakfast."

"Would not."

"Would."

"Nuh-uh."

"Mhm."

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Fire

Kinktober day 19, Gale x Doe

He kissed her sweetly, softly, suffusing her chilled body with heat, igniting something in her belly. She burned gently, a smoulder of embers, enlivened by his touch.

'I don't want to be alone.'

'I know, my love.'

Gale stroked her sides delicately, cooing. Doe's answering sigh made him smile, teeth glinting white in the firelight. 'Beautiful girl,' he murmured against her neck. 'My lovely, sweet thing. My angel. You're alright. You're safe.'

'Don't go.'

'Never.' He stroked her hair, held her securely in his lap, his strong, warm hands splayed across her back. 'Doe, lovely creature, let me help you feel good. Please.' He kissed her throat, slow and sensual, tongue hot on her skin as he tasted it.

'Please,' she whispered. 'Please, please, please. I need you. I want you so badly...'

He kept his movements slow and soft, smoothing his hands to push her skirt around her hips, slipping past the little scrap of lace she wore to draw lazy circles on her clit, purring in satisfaction at her answering whimper. 'You beg so beautifully. More, love.'

'Ngh- fuck- Gale, please-'

He licked slowly up her neck, fingers dancing down her spine, the hand between her thighs continuing its meticulous work. Her gasps and sighs would not move him to pick up speed; his control was absolute. He was banking a fire, holding her hips still. Doe cursed, a pink flush in her cheeks, mouth rosy from his kisses; she surrendered each time, conceding more of her body to his touch.

'Good girl,' he crooned in her ear, drawing a shiver from her. 'So patient. I know that's hard for you, precious thing.'

She jerked in his grip, teetering. 'Can- can I-'

'Mmm.' With a deliberate pinch, he sent her body quaking, shuddering against him. He held her, let her grind down on his thigh and sob into his neck, soothingly solid and warm. 'You're perfect,' he said, removing his fingers and running his thumb slowly over her bottom lip. She made a small noise, a high pitched little mewl, and he claimed her mouth, finally devouring her with the passionate ardour of a raging fire.

'I'm yours,' he vowed against her lips. 'Forever.'

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[wr-n]

Homecoming

Mind piecing back together, the cramped darkness begins to weigh on his body. Sticky, metallic ichor clinging to his bones and no doubt having seeped into his clothes. It takes a moment to remember why he was here, in the bowels of an ethereal corpse, but knowledge forces itself through. Right. He had been chasing that familiar feeling… The one he felt when sleeping late into the morning wrapped in heavy blankets. One could say that entrails and flesh could be considered close enough.

“I understand a vagrant like you can take shelter anywhere, but we have very important people to find.” Came a voice, muffled by layers of fat.

Licking blood off his teeth, Hast began making his way out of the slit he had made in the creature.

“Mmm… What a… Haha, bummer…”

A memory managed to surface – His best friend’s sullen face as he explains that he planned on taking extra college courses… His dad had been hounding him about his imperfect GPA and demanded he make up for it before graduating somehow. There was nothing he could do to help his friend…

“…ey. Hey! Focus!”

Fingers snap in front of his face, bringing his mind crashing down before recovering enough to pay attention. Oh, yeah, they were looking for someone. His best friend and… this guy’s brother.

“I think I can feel faint traces of him inside the Veil but I need your help tearing it open.” His companion explains, arms crossed as his fins lower on each side of his head.

“Is… Uh…”

What was his name? He knew it started with a C… C… Cross? No, no- Covet! How could he forget? Surely, he wouldn’t - he remembered it now, didn’t he? It was all in his head still.

“If what you showed me about him is correct, they must not be too far apart. He reeks of my brother’s power.”

The stranger gave him a look Hast couldn’t quite recognize. Something thoughtful and intense like he was trying to worm into his mind. And maybe he was because his next words were almost as if he took Hast’s own voice to speak them.

“Let’s go get him, man. He’s waiting for you.”

Oh, he was playing dirty using words like those. Without so much as another breath taken, he swung out with his clawed hands and tore into the air, leaving a bleeding gash where they sliced into. The air vibrated and screamed at the wrongness, the sin of being where nothing existed.

Beyond the veil were memories he thought he forgot: Earth, people… real things. At least he thought they were real. It was like a homecoming, warm and welcoming even as men and women scream and scurry away like rats at their arrival.

Time to find his best friend. Hopefully he didn’t leave him waiting long.

[iepurasdepraf]

Hhhhhi~ Um... this was supposed to be short, but uh...it's not. Part 2 soon. I hope you like it! Feed back is appreciated. I will likely rewrite this before part 2 or before it goes up on a03. Anyway! Here you go.

Acrid smoke stung your eyes until the oscillating fan made another pass giving you respite until the cigarette between your teeth burned down a little more. You needed it. That hit of nicotine to keep your eyes open even if it made it hard to at the same time. You were at the tail end of an eight hour shift, tired. Bone tired. It was day four of five and you had to come back tomorrow at 7pm. It was 4:47am. You just wanted to go home.To sleep. Thirteen more minutes and you were free. Just thirteen more. Thinking about it made your arms feel heavier, even counting your tips felt like a chore at this point. “Hey! You got a guy!” 

You were too tired to groan. You ripped the cigarette out of your mouth and asked as nicely as you could manage “Table or VIP?” “I dunno,” The other girl said, waddling past you with one of her heels off already. “Just asked for you on my way back and I said I’d get you for him.” You snuff your smoke out a little too aggressively, but she doesn’t notice. You weren’t mad at her and didn’t want her to think that so you take a deep breath and check yourself. Whatever this guy wanted would end with a big fat tip for your efforts. Not a bad way to end the night and so you pop a stick of peppermint gum in your mouth out of the tray on the table and put on your best smile while shuffling your money and zipping it up in your bag to take home. 

“Wish me luck.” You say tossing your bag back in your locker and shrugging on your ripped up black tank top on over your bra. It was enough. You weren’t going to pull out all the stops this early in the morning and you were wearing most of your layers anyway. “Good luck!” She called after you. You nearly jump out of your skin when you straight up run into the guy making him take a few staggered steps back after opening the door. He’d been waiting so close to it you were shocked you didn’t hit him right in schnoz. At least you knew who’d asked for you right away.

“Well hey there, handsome!” He was, in fact, not handsome. He was- God, he was really sweaty. Why was he so sweaty? You’d barely touched him and you felt like someone hit you with a toad straight out of a parking lot puddle.

“Hh-ih-hhh-hi.” Oh no, he was a weird one. Like really weird. He stood there in all his buck toothed glory wringing his hands, out of his element entirely in a dorky little suit with a terrible comb over and glasses that magnified his eyes to the point of comedy. Shaking. Trembling. In absolute shambles and for no reason you could see. Existing was this creature’s enemy.

Those big brown eyes blinked up at you and he said…absolutely nothing. He only got out that squeaky hi. He’d been hard to hear over the music, but you weren’t worried about Mr. Mumbles. You’d be back in the VIP soon enough by your estimation and be able to hear him just fine. You put that winning smile back on and his shivering intensified. You didn’t think his eyes could get bigger, but he responded like you’d taken your top off in front of him for the second time tonight. 

He was just your type. Those sweet old nerds that never peaked fell head over heels for you and the 80’s goth aesthetic you so carefully cultivated for work. You triggered that nostalgia for that youth they missed out on, the prime they could have had. The hot girl in their comp-sci class they could never work up the courage to even wave at in the hall and for a couple of thin easily earned, for them at least, measly dollars you could be theirs for just a few minutes. To look at and, for the right price, you’d touch them and they could pretend they hadn’t been such losers.

“What can the Banshee do for you?” “Mmm…” You glanced at the clock then back at him. There was no such thing as overtime here, little man. You couldn’t say that, but you certainly thought it at least twice before he said “I-I-I was hoping wh-” He had some kind of a tic. It looked like he flinched. Maybe he had. It made your shaved eyebrow arch.

 4’10, mousey brown hair. Greasy. Eyes watery and dark. The job came with it’s hazards and it looked like this guy might be one of them. You memorized his features, there weren’t any identifying marks you could see, just in case. Just like your boss had taught you. “I was hoping for a private, uh, show?” Oh, he was English. Now that he was actually managing some words you could hear the accent. That was weird. This wasn’t exactly a tourist destination. He must work in the city? “Yeah?” You say sounding more interested in it than you actually were. 

Your faux enthusiasm made him perk up. “I-I-I brought money! A lot of money!” He reached into his coat and pulled out the biggest wad of cash you’d ever seen with both hands, it had to be at least ten thousand dollars. You grabbed his hands and held them down between the two of you so no one else could see. “Woah! Easy there, killer!” Was he insane?! This was Oldtown Gotham! He’d have jumped for a couple of fives down here if they knew he had them. 

All he did in response was gasp when you touched him then stare down at where your hands had met his sweaty actively vibrating ones. “Let’s take this to the back, alright? You gotta be more careful.” He didn’t move at all until you moved him. Taking that huge brick of cash in one hand and his wrist in the other, you marched him to the first empty VIP lounge like he was a downright naughty boy being taken to his room.

Once the door was locked you turned to him “You could have been killed for this if anyone saw you with it.” You chastised bringing his hand up to set the cash in it. He didn’t answer, still staring at your hand on his wrist so you let him go. To his credit, he seemed to function better in the back. Maybe it had been the lights and loud music that had put him over the edge on top of whatever else he was dealing with? You didn’t know, but after a long quiet reboot he looked a little more human and a lot less like a rat that had touched the third rail. At least he was speaking up now or in the quiet room you could at least hear him better. You couldn’t tell. “I didn’t…think about it, I apologize.” He said in an awfully shrill voice making you question why was he apologizing to you? “I, ah… Well,” He held the money up again “I didn’t know how much to bring, you see, so I…well, I brought what seemed reasonable?” He poised it as a question more than an answer. Like he was asking if it was reasonable rather than explaining that it was. You squinted at him. THAT was a reasonable amount of money to him? How disconnected from reality was he? 

“VIP packages start at three fifty.” You informed with good humor after crossing your arms and he gasped like this was breaking news he couldn’t have googled before coming at all. “Well,” The man counted out a few of the hundreds then fidgeted “What’s the biggest package?” He was nearly cute. “Do you have friends waiting outside or something?” “No! Why no! No, mam, just me!” You felt your hand touch your cheek as you stared at the little weirdo in absolute awed confusion. What on earth? 

“You don’t need the biggest package then, sweetheart.” You were too nice. You should have just taken the money. He wanted to spend it and here you were talking him down like an idiot. “But I want the most time!” He said a little too loudly. God, he was desperate. Your manicured finger tapped against your cheek “We can work that out, but…what do you want?” Please don’t say sex. You weren’t even sure if security was even still in the building. “I-I need to give a presentation.” 

What?

The look you must have given him prompted him to explain “I need to give a presentation! At work! A w-work presentation and, well, I-” He melted into nervous giggles before he finished, but managed to suppress them enough to finish after a moment “I need to practice. An audience so to speak and-” Oh, he looked miserable suddenly. “I don’t…” His voice lowered to a whisper “have any friends.” Your heart felt a little pang for him. Same, man. Well, sort of. You had work friends, but it wasn’t hard to believe this guy had no one at all. “Truly, I do need this!” He added quickly “My research depends on this! I promise I don’t mean to insult you or waste your time! I could lose funding and and and-” “I’m happy to work something out with you, but let's get you a drink first, alright?” “Alright.” He parroted back while taking quick half breaths on the verge of hyperventilating. 

With peace and love, he didn’t look like a man who could hold his liquor. Nor did he seem like the type that would handle it well if he managed to so. He needed to relax. You were the complete package, you knew how to make more than a quick few cocktails. It was a part of the image. Thumbing through the Rolodex of recipes in your head you stopped on the first one that wouldn’t kill him on impact. A Friar Tuck, of course. Chocolate milk for big boys. You glanced back at him on your way to the fully stocked minibar. Big enough boys. Hazelnut liqueur, dark crème de cacao, and frangelico with, in this case, some nice cold half n’ half shaken with ice then strained in a glass.

“Sip.” You say handing the glass to… hang on a second. “Now,” You sat him down in a chair with some gentle ushering “Let’s try this again. Hello, handsome.” He giggled nervously at you and smiled a sort of odd suppressed smile over being called handsome. You realized he was trying to hide his teeth now that he as thinking about it. There was no hiding those buck teeth. “What’s your name?” 

“Jervis. Jervis Tetch.”

[ash-the-lizard-goddess]

“Hello there, madam~”

The floaty voice travels through your archway. You look up from the priestess you have sucking you off to see a woman clad in blue robes at the entrance of your throne room. She steps in slowly, seductively, as if trying to seduce you. What a fool. You snap your claws and your priestess dislodges you cock from your mouth.

You stand, towering over the woman who was approaching you, and give her a sultry smirk. She gives you one back. The nerve of this mortal. She should bow just at the sight of your divine girldick. Instead she was strutting closer. “Might I say, you have a wonderful congregation here. Such libido and stamina. You should be proud.”

You step up to her, looking down on her like the god you are. “I am proud. And might I say that you are as well. Not many have the gall to walk in here like they own the place. Most of them have the reverence to kneel and worship.”

She giggles at you. “I believe it. Such a strong presence you have around you. If I wasn’t divine myself I’d probably be leaking down my legs.”

You raise what would be an eyebrow on a mammalian creature. This frail looking woman was a god like you? Sure, the divine came in all shapes and sizes, but she was so-

She snaps her fingers and you feel heart skip a beat. Your cheeks flush and your cock twitches. She bites her lip at the reaction you had. “Mmm, such a pretty god as well.“

You huff, your cold blood flaring alight with heat. “Who are you?”

She smiles. “My name is Elira, Goddess of Pleasure. If I’m correct in my research, you are Ashley. Your domain is quite similar to mine.”

You narrow your eyes at her. “What’s your game?” There were only a few reasons that deities talked to each other, and almost all of them ended poorly for both parties. Still, her confidant demeanor didn’t come off as malevolent, just erotic.

“I’m sure neither of us are the kind to wage war upon a rival. We’re more… creatures of passion rather than bloodshed. No, I didn’t come here for something like that.” She bites her lip once more, her breathing growing heavy as she reaches up to your cock. “I’m here to form a mutually beneficial alliance.”

You chuckle. “I don’t need an alliance.”

“Oh, I don’t need one either,” she says looking up to you. “But it’ll be a pretty fun ride if we make one. I’ve got a bunch of pretty things for you to play with, including myself if you wish. All I ask is that I have the same allowance in your domain as well~”

You study her once more. Now that you focus on her, you could sense her divine strength. It was comparable to yours. You’re sure that she wouldn’t come here and boast with a promise she wouldn’t keep. Still, could this goddess truly fulfill her end of the deal?

What do you do?

The Scaled Goddess lets out a low chuckle, the sound reverberating throughout the chamber.

"So... another goddess of similar domain thinks to walk into my temple and form an alliance?" Fae looks the other goddess up and down before stepping down from her high platform, the flickering light of the braziers reflecting from faer purple scales, casting the brief glimmer of purple lights across the room. Each time one hits a follower, they moan sharply, that alone enough to give them pleasure. "That's very bold of you... what was it... Elira?"

You nod, continuing to travel your eyes up and down faer divine form, stopping when you notice she's mere inches away, the heads of your cocks nearly touching "Yes. I believe such an arrangement would be... quite stimulating" You coo, trailing one hand down your own breast seductively.

The scaly, holy beast looks you up and down with four slitted, yellow eyes. "Indeed it would... particularly if we get to enjoy each other as well..." fae licks their lips, her long, thick tongue rolling over sharp teeth. Suddenly, though without malice, she reaches out to grab you and pulls you close so that your breasts and cock are pressed against faers. "Very well, Elira. The scaled goddess accepts your request. Let us seal this deal, first with a kiss, then later, once we may organize... with an orgy between our congregations!"

She pulls you in and presses faer lips to yours, though their kiss is less a thing of locking lips and more of faer long, thick tongue reaching into depths of your mouth and throat. They moan softly as you kiss her back and give what would seem to be a grin as fae pulls away. "Come back to my chamber, and let us... work out the particulars of this arrangement." She releases you and turns to walk back up the stairs, faer thick, flat tail swaying as they walk.

Do you follow?

@transfem-goddess-temple

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Spider Jimin question because I still love him SO MUCH!!

If he went out with his special sunglasses on, could he pass as human and not hybrid? Like his blue hair could be considered dyed. Or are his fangs to notable.

I'm just thinking about cute dates and meeting friends and family. Could it be easy to hide he's a spider? (Not there is anything wrong with it)

Picturing Jimin with cool shades, dark blue colbolt hair, sexy leather jacket, and jewellery with those damn Chelsea boots.

Spider Jimin.... with that exact appearance. You want me dead and served on a platter huh?? AKJDHKJ No but fr... especially if he had his hair pushed back out of his face, the shaved sides. Mhmm. I know you see the vision. I know it. This got long (i am so sorry lmao) so... rest below the cut!!!

cw. yandere behavior, manipulation (I got into it ksjhfkaa)

BUT!!! To answer your question, he could def pass off as human if you didn't look too hard!! I imagine the sunglasses aren't very dark, just like a yellow tint (or pink tint) to them but still completely see through. And his fangs do poke out at all times (not a lot, just a gentle pressure on his lower lip).

So, while I think most people just passing by wouldn't notice, if you looked close enough you'd notice the infractions that make his appearance just a little less... human. Look too close and you'd see his double pupils or the slight point of his teeth. Maybe some would even get the uncanny valley sensation-- knowing the creature they're looking at isn't right even though it implicitly looks so. Oooo... that would be fun to delve into on a future work heheheheh.

But again, most people wouldn't take notice at all I don't think. Especially in like, a busy city or something similar. Other hybrids would pretty much always be able to tell, though they wouldn't care about seeing a hybrid with their mate askjfhkjahf. Meeting friends and family would be so cute too :((( UHG!!

Jimin doesn't really care how others perceive him, only really how you do. So he does not care how other people view the two of you at all LMAO Going out with him would always be a trip because he does not care about PDA in the slightest-- he'd cling to you just like he would at home, and if anyone said anything or gave you weird looks, he would be glaring right back like a petulant little puppy.

However, if you expressed how important it is that your friends like him, and maybe you were worried about how they might react, he would def 'zhuzh' it up and act like the best boyfriend in the entire world. Right now, I'm imagining he'd act like the playboy you locked down. His arm around the back of the lounge seater, legs crossed yet his side still pressed right against yours. Shirt unbuttoned dangerously low, his gaze-- though unable to be seen from the dimmed lights surrounding you, had a dangerous air that would steal anyone's breathe. Hand on one of your thighs, attention never straying from your face whenever you speak.

Spider! Jimin always has been the little actor, you know? He can play whatever role he sees fit. He played the role that made you fall for him <3 The golden retriever boyfriend he knows your mom would love? The respectful, diligent guy he images would win your father down? Anything you can imagine, he knows how to play the role of.

Though at the end of the night, after you're back in your own house, just know Jimin's whiney ass will be complaining, yup yup. He'll demand extra kisses and attention from you. Make sure you complement him over and over again-- lead into telling you ugly things with the prettiest guise over them. Making you believe him.

"Y/N~ C'mon I worked so hard!! Please!! Just one more kiss!! Just one I promise!!" -- Knowing it will never be just one more.

"Mmm... You know... I really don't mind actin' all human like that for you, ya'know? Cause they're important to you... and I want them to like me, too... but you like me the way I am, right?" -- He already knows the answer, of course you do. But he knows what he has to say, the cards he needs to play.

"So... So if you like me for me... then how come you think they won't? You aren't embarrassed of me, right?" -- What? What's Jimin even talking about? He knows you aren't! You love him so much! He's your mate!

"I know... I know it's just... why does what they think matter so much? I love you.. I think that's all that matters... their opinions on us aren't really that important, you know? And... and I would hate it if they make you feel bad about something you care so much about... that makes it sound like they aren't very good friends, you know?" -- Oh. You never really thought about like that... but the more he keeps talking, the more he entangles your brain into his world.

"I'm just saying... maybe you should keep some distance from them. Not in a bad way, mate! I promise! Just until they understand what we have is real. That it means something. I don't want them to ever downplay your feelings about anything!!" -- He sees you falling. Landing where he wants you to.

"Plus~ That always mean you can spend more time with me~ C'mon! One more kiss!! Just one more!!"

He'll keep playing whatever role he needs, just so he can have what he really wants in the end. <33

SO!!!!! TLDR-- Yes!! Spider Jimin can blend in as a human as long as you don't look too close. And honestly, he doesn't really mind doing it-- he thinks its fun to play dress up! Plus, he doesn't care what others think about him, their opinions don't really matter. And he looks hot doing it. But if he sees a way he can exploit it... you bet your bottom dollar that boy is about to 😭😭😭😭😭 love spider jimin bad smh i hope this satisfied any of your curiosity!!!!! MWAH!! Smooch on the lips for u if u read all of this <33

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It’s not like Felix enjoys unpleasant jobs - it just seems that it always falls to him to be the one to do them. 

Perhaps he has too much of an approachable face, so people feel comfortable with asking him to do more than others would. He would like to think it’s because he’s more capable, but he knows he isn’t. He doesn’t enjoy paperwork and slogs through it with gritted teeth. He’s much more comfortable dealing with people face to face, but knows that even in that area, some people find him too chummy and familiar for their tastes. 

Still. Unpleasant jobs must be done.

Felix takes a deep breath, and knocks on the door of the Office for Administration of Internal Affairs. It’s a name as vague as its purpose - a catch-all term for rooms full of people who pick up the pieces when things go wrong. 

“Identification,” says a tired voice from the other side, muffled by the door. It used to be that an automated responder would ask and identify him, but now they’re back to the old fashioned way. It’s funny, really.

“Case Manager Felix Cygnus,” he replies, smiling to himself. 

“Access denied,” comes the sour-sounding not-auto response.

“Awww, come on,” Felix pouts, leaning against the door forlornly. “I’ve traipsed all over Amethyst Ward today and you’re going to shut me out? Me? Your beloved Fifi?”

“You aren’t my beloved anything.”

Felix gasps. “Liar!”

Behind the door, there is a heavy sigh like all the moon's fragments have weighed themselves upon one set of stooped shoulders. Then, Felix practically falls to the floor as the door swings open, unlocked. He makes sure to sprawl himself out dramatically, including fanning his hair out in a way pleasing to the eye.

“Ow! Owwie! Owch! I think I chipped something!” he cries, writhing this way and that. “Rufie, I will sue for compensation!"

Sat behind a wide desk and nearly obscured by the sheer amount of paperwork, an impassive and unimpressed face stares down at him. Rufus Canis is young in years but with the soul of an ancient, and was already tired of Felix’s attempts to lighten the dour atmosphere of this place by hour 2 of working there. Felix fully suspects that the only reason Rufus hasn’t fired him is out of a sense of respect for a colleague he eventually came to be promoted ahead of, despite Felix having worked there since before Rufus was even born. His golden hair is cropped short for ease of care, and his dark green eyes have lost most of their shine from how long he’s spent staring at case files. There’s no glimmer to any of him, actually. He probably needs a nap. Lunamara will fall out of the sky before he ever takes one.

“Are you going to get up off my floor, or are you going to stare at me, Cygnus,” he gripes, already turning his gaze back to his work. “I’m busy. If you have enough time to play around, I have errands for you to run.”

“Ehh, but I just got back!” Felix whines, though he does get (gracefully) to his feet. 

This, too, is ignored. “Is Amethyst fully closed up yet?” 

“Ah, mmm…” The hesitation is answer enough.

“Those selfish bastards,” Rufus mutters under his breath. “The more districts and wards we have to keep open and supplied, the worse off the essential services are. Can’t even afford to run power to my intercom…”

“I’m working on it, Rufus, I promise,” Felix assures him, placing four more case folders on his in-tray. With how full it is, one would think he wouldn’t be keen for more. “They just need some time to come to terms with it. Find the right people to settle with.”

“If they don’t hurry it up I’ll put them to work myself or throw them off this stupid rock.”

Felix can’t help but smile at him. Rufus would, of course, never resort to such a thing. He’s all bark and no bite, like those adorable animals from down below. Dogs, that’s it. Still, it won’t do to tease a creature with teeth. 

“What else can I assist you with today?”

Rufus reaches to the left and picks up a folder with several colourful tabs sticking out of it. “I need you to run this report to Her Royal Highness for her perusal and approval.”

“Poor Elsie,” Felix pouts, taking the folder - and nearly dropping it, now that it’s become so dense and heavy. “She might start crying again if she sees this.”

“Every day I wonder how you haven’t been arrested for treason, Cygnus,” Rufus mutters. “Princess Elsennae is perfectly capable. She’s only 20 years younger than me.”

“Aww, Rufie, that means you could have a chance! Think of it like an office romance–”

“OUT.”

Felix makes quick on his escape with the folder, before Rufus really does start throwing something at him. The banter has cheered him up though, enough that the long walk from the offices to the palace’s main halls doesn’t seem quite so daunting. 

There was a time when this information would be transferred over connected terminals, rather than on foot by one particularly good looking Case Manager, but such frivolous uses of power are long since past. He steps over another chunk of stone and makes note of the gap in the archway that it came from - nobody will do anything to fix it, at this point, he knows, but he’d like not to get hit on the head if he can avoid it. At least the lights work. It really would be something desperate if even the palace couldn’t keep the lights on. 

Not that they aren’t in rather dire straits already.

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Immortal Beloved - Chapter Six.

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“That was five, weren’t it?” 

“Six. Mmm, definitely six. You are a bookmaker's bookkeeper, John. You should be good with figures.” 

His hands reached to grasp her waist, the tip of his tongue returning to her swollen clit. “I’m good with yours.”  

Chuckling softly, her nails combed through his hair. “That you are.” 

“Want me to keep going?” 

“Should you even need to ask!” she cried, her hips shaking as he sucked her bud. “You set yourself the challenge, and I fully expect you to live up to it. Just as long as your jaw still has feeling in it.”  

He paused, moving it from side to side before nodding. “All good.” She chuckled softly again, watching her lover wink at her, her head tipping back with a soft moan, the pelt of the wolfskin rug beneath her sumptuously soft. The fire beside them crackled as outside, the snow continued to tumble, both lost to the warm cocoon that was Bryn’s bedroom, and everything that continued to build between them.  

“Oh, oh my... ohhh!” 

“Six,” he muttered, gently blowing upon her puffy, well-stimulated sex. 

“Seven!” she barked on a laugh, hands reaching to stroke his face. “Do not sell yourself short.” 

“Whatever it is, I still ain’t done.” 

If Bryn could appreciate anything, it was a man who kept to his word. He told her that he wanted to see how many times he could make her come, a task she was very much the welcoming receiver of. Lying back, she enjoyed the keen exploration of his tongue, glimmers tingling through her folds as each lick gilded pure heat, dipping inside her, dragging slowly to circle her bud once more. 

“You look thoughtful,” she noted, panting hard as he steadily built her to sizzling ascension once more.  

“Just wondering how I should give you number eight. Tongue or cock. Hmm.” 

Her lips curled into a smile, weaving her fingers through his to grasp his hands. “Am I expected to choose?”  

Releasing her bud with a slippery pop, he placed a kiss upon her pubic mound. “No, but you will lie there and enjoy it.” 

“Mmm, that goes without saying.” Her purred words set his insides to quiver, John moving to kneel before her, grasping his cock and beginning to stroke the head through her soaking folds. It had been two hours since she’d last bled into a glass for him and still, his erection hadn’t gone down. There truly was nothing else in the world akin to having sex while bolstered on vampire blood.  

His cock snagged at her opening, spreading her as he slipped in, only giving her the very head while his thumb moved to stroke over her clit. Her back arched, her body desperate to feel him breach her further, John chuckling at her whine of indigence when he remained perfectly still.  

“Please, my beautiful creature. Do not tease me.”  

He held all the power of an ancient being entirely at his mercy, and for him, it was a first he knew he now would never cease to crave. Holding wrath over his contemporaries within the criminal underworld and beyond was one thing; having an ancient vampire lost under the sexual talent he bestowed upon her was quite another. 

He thought on it for a second, forcing a little whine from her as he made his cock bounce against her opening, deciding on mercy. He needed her just as much as she him, hands gripping her thighs, cock sliding into her fully. His gaze fell, witnessing how thickly the sparkling slick of her arousal glossed him, his hands keeping her spread wide.  

There was no room within his want for anything gentle, John quickly beginning to spear her hard, watching her breasts bounce from the force, a wanton groan rumbling in his chest. His mouth fell to her body, teeth sharp at her nipples, hands flexing upon her thighs as he drove himself back and forth, consumed by the clutch of her cunt around him.  

“You feel fucking amazing, I swear, Bryn.” he panted, his mouth everywhere, laying kisses of ravenous hunger at her neck, breasts and clavicles, the heat of it fizzing through him as she wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing tightly.  

She felt boneless beneath him, spread around the thick of his cock, her fingertips mapping each rise and fall of his body, nails grazing his wide back. The way he rutted against her provided the perfect pressure against her potent little bundle, still slick and swollen from the incessant laving of his tongue.  

Wailing, her nails clutched upon his shoulders, lightning beginning to flicker at the base of her spine, pulsing out through her walls. It was as if somebody had set her nerves ablaze as she came, John following her as his light crested over her horizon, lying breathless in her arms, his movements slowing.  

They enjoyed the roar of the fire against their nakedness a while, returning to the bed, Bryn lying in her lover’s arms enjoying the stroke of his hands, looking up to see him shuttered in sleep after those attentive caresses had ceased.  

“Yes, my beautiful creature,” she whispered, kissing his cheek fondly, her nails gently stroking her head. “You have earned your rest.” Since it had been a time from when she’d fed upon him, Bryn felt the daylight outside pulling at her, her eyes fluttering before they fell shut. The fall of darkness brought her natural waking, turning to see him beside her, awake and smiling.  

“Hello, beauty.”  

Moving beneath the covers, she curled against him, the space warm from his body heat, her own skin no longer as cool as it usually was for his heat source. “Did you sleep well?” 

“Like a bloody log. Only woke up because I was hungry.” Right on cue, his stomach rumbled audibly, John closing his eyes tightly and muttering. “See?” 

“Come on, let us wash and dress and I can have Bettie prepare something for you. Only bother with your undershirt and trousers, by the way. Less to take off later.” She winked, and he smacked her bum as she rose from the bed, Bryn squeaking with a giggle. Those giggles only flourished further as she found herself chased by a very handsome, naked man. 

“Ah, no. That’s cheating that, bab,” he spoke, blinking and finding her vanished, only to return a second later.  

“You Brummie men and your use of the term bab as endearment,” she spoke, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning to kiss his cheek. “I like it, preposterousness aside when one takes my age into account.” 

“Yeah, but you ain’t so bad for an old bird,” he teased, beginning to chuckle when she growled low in her throat, her smile widening despite the slightly eerie sound. 

“You are a cheeky one, John Shelby.” 

He leaned to her, kissing her forehead. “And you love it.”  

She couldn’t disagree there. 

They headed downstairs, Bryn finding that they had bread and other such things in plentiful supply, Bettie making John some sandwiches with the leftover chicken she’d prepared for dinner while the man himself went to make use of the telephone.  

“Hello?” 

“Alright, Pol. It’s the ghost of your nephew, calling from the other side.” 

John and his insufferable banter. “Ha, bloody ha. Very funny.” Pausing, she sipped at her tea, taking a seat in the office. “Well, you’re alright, so that’s something at least.”  

At least she could concede that much. “I’m bloody great, but I won’t be back tonight on account of the weather. There ain’t no way I’m getting the car out through nearly three feet of snow. I suppose Bryn could transport us down there herself, but...” 

“No point even if she can, John. Tommy is in Warwickshire, got snowed in up at the new house, so he and Grace shan’t be back until it thaws, and the ploughs have moved over enough of the roads to clear it. The kids have been having a wail of a time here. Snowball fights, snowmen, all of that.” 

He smiled, thinking of his little one. “Is Katie terrorising all the boys?” 

“That child has an arm on her like a bloody shot putter. Even the postman got a pelting!”  

Laughing, he imagined it. “That’s my girl. Give her a kiss for me, tell her I'll be back as soon as I can, alright?”  

“Shall do. Thanks for calling in, too. I might not approve of your new fancy woman, but at least you’re safe.” She wanted to add ‘for now’ to that, but thought better of it. Polly hadn’t heard that much contentment in his voice since before Martha had died. She could keep her reservations and worries to herself for that moment.  

Also, they’d heard back from Johnny Dogs, who had touted the question around his people. No shadow walker activity reported, but that didn’t stop Polly going back to her evening with a little trepidation over John becoming involved with her, for obvious reasons.  

For the man himself, though, those reasons had all very much ceased to exist.   

“I apologise for my overhearing, but it is pleasing that your aunt was only minimally sour with you on the telephone,” Bryn spoke, sitting at the kitchen table upon his arrival back, sliding the plate of sandwiches across the dark, polished oak surface. 

“Yeah, I think she might come round to the idea once she’s met ya.” 

“And who is this Katie that you mentioned? Your sister?”  

“No, that’s Ada,” he spoke, picking up a piece of stray chicken from the plate and popping it into his mouth. “Katie is my daughter, my only child from my late wife.” 

“Oh John, I am so sorry you lost her. What a pity,” she replied earnestly.  

“Thanks. You can’t be that sorry, though, cos’ I wouldn’t be sitting here with you now if she were still alive,” he asserted, taking a large bite from the sandwich. Ahh, freshly baked bread. His favourite.  

She smiled a little ruefully, reaching to pat his hand. “Be that as it may, it is still a tragic thing, for one to lose their spouse. Especially when so young. Did little Katie have much time with her mother before she passed.” 

He shook his head. “No, sadly. Let me get these ate, and I’ll tell you about it all.” Once he had finished, Bryn listened intently as he told her of his meeting Martha, his late wife while they were still at school. He detailed it all, their courtship and marriage, how returning to her was one of the biggest things that had gotten him through his time at war, arriving home to start a family.  

“I’d been home from France for ten months when Katie was born, this tiny, squealing thing I came back from the pub to find on her mother’s chest. Martha had started getting poorly about a week before she arrived, and she only lasted for six after the birth. Consumption. Never even got to watch our little’un grow. Fucking cruel, it was. I know you understand it. How old was Sigurd when Bjorn died?” 

“He was six when his father headed to Valhalla.” 

“When he what?” he frowned, unfamiliar with the word. 

“Valhalla. It is the place where our god Odin chooses only the best and bravest to ascend to and spend their afterlife. I shall tell you more about our mythology another time, though. It is quite the lengthy conversation.”  

“Ahh, alright. Did you have any other kids with him?” he then asked curiously. 

“I had always hoped for more children, but sadly the ones I held did not come to anything. They call it a miscarriage in these times, to lose the baby while in the womb still. I lost three times.” She paused, John reaching to stroke her face, Bryn covering his hand with her own. He saw now why she adored her vampire children so very fondly.  

She needed to change the subject, her eyes flitting to the large windows. “Shall we venture into the snow? It is so pretty at this time of year. A white Christmas, it appears. How splendid it shall be.” 

He fetched his boots, not bothered about a coat, wincing as he watched Bryn pad out barefoot. Of course, though, she didn’t feel the cold at all. He then snorted with laughter, watching her let out a little shout of glee, performing a few cartwheels as she laughed.  

As the snow collected upon her, the flakes fluttering from the inky purple sky slowly and landing upon her dark hair in a reverse dalmatian effect, he knew he’d never again witness beauty like hers. It was both physical and of spirit, Bryn so ancient and deadly, but her heart still so open to the purest of simple joys. She could decapitate a grown man within the blink of an eye, or cavort sillily in the fresh snow. The duality that existed was what pulled him in ever stronger with each moment. 

Just then, a snowball hit his cheek softly, John eyeing her from under furrowed brow. 

“Oh, you’re gonna catch a walloping now. No cheating either, no vampire malarkey. Just you and me, one on one.” 

She spread her arms wide. “Hit me with your best shot!” Scooping up a handful of snow, the chill biting upon his bare hands, he did, hitting her square in the chest as they began to pelt snowballs back and forth at one another. Their laughter filled the air, Bryn almost crying with mirth when he stumbled and fell, John recovering well to continue his onslaught.  

“Ahh, he brings a valiant attack, but surely he is no match for the throwing arm of a shieldmaiden!” she cried, hitting him straight in the face, another three following to his chest and thigh. “Oh, chilly tits, chilly tits!” she then exclaimed, shaking the front of her long, black dress when his aim meant a snowball landed in her cleavage.  

“You don’t feel the cold, you massive wimp!” he shouted, throwing another but missing. 

“I do! It just doesn’t bother me the same as it does you humans, or mean I want snow-capped nipples!” she laughed, throwing another, John suddenly running at her and knocking her into a huge drift that had gathered beside the bank of grass leading from the path. They hit the ground in a tangle, laughing hysterically, John eventually standing, pulling her up from her feet.  

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she looked down upon him, holding his face while they feel into kisses, kisses that gained heat as he carried her to the stone bench across the garden, giving it a kick to clear the snow before sitting down. 

“Have you ever enjoyed sex out in the snow?”  

“No,” he breathed, unhooking the front of her flowing gown, his hands grasping her breasts, “but I think I’m about to.” His mouth met her neck in a fever of kisses, Bryn gasping softly as a hand trailed down to press against her sex, gathering her dress more and pushing it behind herself before moving to undo his trousers.  

“The want you cause within me, John.” she panted, kissing him with feral need, grasping his cock and sinking down, the thickness splitting her wide, pulses glimmering as the heat of him radiated through her. His shuddered breath fluttered warm over her lips, their tongues entwining as she rolled her hips against him, his cock slipping to and from her with glorious friction.  

It was not that delicious fusion that stirred John the most, though, gazing at her as she rode him, his arms tightening their clasp around her body. 

"I've never seen anyone look as beautiful as you do right now, and..." His eyes squeezed shut, letting out a huffed breath as his jaw tightened. Those beautiful eyes, though. They did not match the tension in his face as he looked back at her again, fingertips trailing her delicate neck. 

 "What is it?" she asked, his sudden spiral a little concerning, watching the whisps of snowflakes melt as they landed upon his long, copper eyelashes. 

 "...and me head's fucking spinning, and it's too quick, but I fucking... I..." 

Resting her head to his, her thumbs skimmed his cheeks, over the golden flecks of stubble. She felt it flare through his blood still coursing through her veins, nuzzling him, her eyes shining like azure shards through the darkest known shadows. "I love you, too. You need not say it, John, because I feel it."  

 "You mean it?" 

 She nodded. "How could this old vampire here not fall in love with a man as utterly charming, charismatic and beautiful as you?" 

 He smirked. "And I've got a big cock." 

Her laughter filled the garden space, her face alight with the width of her smile. Some might have found his humour poorly timed, but not her. To Bryn, it was perfect. He was perfect. "And you have a big cock."  

 "You said I needn't say it, but I want to." He tightened his arms around her, kissing the tip of her nose. "I love you, Brynhild." 

There they were, the Peaky Blinder and the ancient Viking vampire, locked around one another, bursting with adoration. The snow continued to fleck them as it fluttered from above, the silence of the night only permeated by their soft moans of pleasure. 

Drawing back from him she studied him intently, moving her mouth to his neck. Her tongue slid in seductive tease over his jugular. “May I?” 

“You may,” he hummed, hands gripping the round of her bum. “You don’t have to ask.” His permission granted the pierce of sharp fangs, her mouth wrapping around the wound as she fed upon him, John once again feeling everything amplified in the wake of it. He’d once feared this, but now he only saw it as hugely sensual, for his lover to drink from his neck. 

A few haphazard drops of blood dotted the pure white of the snow with the hot stain of crimson, John looking on at her in wonder. There she was, his dark creature of the night, his deadly beauty, her teeth and lips stained and gleaming in his blood. She was a monster, a predator, the most dangerous creature on earth and god, how he loved her so purely and inexplicably for it.  

His mouth met hers with hunger, the needlepoints of her teeth lacerating his tongue and lips. Their kisses quickly became a bloody, fiery exchange, his groans gone to gravel as he felt the slick wet of her spasm around his cock. 

He could become very used to this. 

After all snow bound sex exploits had been enjoyed, there was one place Bryn knew she wanted to be, somewhere that would benefit her love greater, but that she would enjoy all the same. 

“Better?” she asked, lying back against his chest in her huge, claw footed bathtub, steam rising from the heat of the water. 

“Thawing out in a fucking great big tub, with a whiskey in me hand and a beautiful woman for company. Yeah, ain’t bad for a Monday, I suppose.” He closed his eyes, listening to the orchestral hum from the record playing on the gramophone, the open ensuite door open, allowing the soothing tones to filter through. “What’s this we’re listening to?” 

“Beethoven,” she confirmed, smiling. 

“Ahh. I ain’t good with classical stuff. It’s alright, though. Relaxing.” 

“It is. He was a genius, my darling Ludwig.” 

John’s eyes rounded, moving to look at her. “You knew Beethoven?” 

“I did, yes. He was a very dear friend. I was his muse, and to know that I have been the inspiration for some of the most beautiful musical movements ever written is an endless source of pride. What we are listening to at this moment, he wrote for me. Moonlight Sonata, for of course, I only ever visited with him under the moonlit skies.” 

He listened to the notes swirling, and somehow, he couldn’t explain it, but the strength and beauty truly did seem to capture the essence that was Bryn. “Were you two together? Listening to this, it sounds like he loved you about as much as I do.”  

Hearing the first movement continue to play out, she remembered back to being seated atop his grand piano when he had first played it to her, the joy in his eyes as he’d smiled through the candlelight at her. ‘This is for you, my dear, dear Brynhild. Mistress of the stars, commander of the moonlight.’ She remembered those words as if he’d spoken them to her yesterday. “We were not, no. Our friendship was very fond, but never sexual. It has been just shy of a hundred years since he passed, and I still miss him terribly.” 

John had to wonder whether he would still be such a fond memory to her, when his time to leave had come and gone and she still walked the earth without him. It was definitely a far ahead thought, but he couldn’t help but give voice to it in his mind.  

“Yes, I am certain you will be,” she spoke softly, John rolling his eyes. 

“Get out of me head, woman!” 

“I cannot help it; I feel these things in your blood. It is a long way off, though. For now, let us enjoy this moment right here.” 

He tightened his arms around her, kissing her cheek. “And then go back to bed and enjoy ourselves a bit more, eh?” 

“Mmm,” she hummed, turning to nibble his well-defined jaw. “I cannot think of a better way to spend the evening.”  

Neither could he.