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[semisgroupie]

part two: the hole that replaced my heart

vampire!choso x fem. reader

wc: 10.8k

warnings: main character death, blood (blood consumption), age gap, monsterfucking, creampie, unprotected sex, a slap, this part is heavily angsty but has some smut, minor character deaths (none are named), biting, reincarnation au, mentions of god and other religious elements (angels)

note: all flashbacks/events in the past are italicized

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It had been three weeks since Kento last came for the interview.

During this time Choso did what he normally did, read and reminisce on the past. That’s the pain with immortality, the longer you live the more memories you carry with you. No matter if they’re good or bad, you just have to carry the burden and that’s what Choso hated most.

When you have motivation to survive and live on, then everything is worth it but when the motivation has depleted then you’re stuck in a loop of repetitive actions. Day in and day out, each breath that fills your lungs meant nothing if there was no motivation.

Today Choso just sat in his room for a little while longer after he woke up. His empty eyes flit over to the painting by his bed and a small smile found its way to his lips. “Beautiful.” The word was barely spoken above a whisper and he leaned in closer, brushing his finger against the frame then pulled back. “Absolutely beautiful.”

He brushed some of his hair out of his face and stood, deciding not to change his clothes since he wasn’t planning on leaving the penthouse. The neckline of his shirt plunged a bit, showing his chiseled collarbones and his pajama pants hung loosely on his hips. He slipped his feet into his slippers and trudged his way into the kitchen. He opened his fridge and took out a bag of blood, setting it down on the counter while he grabbed a bowl to put it in. Just as he had poured the contents of the bag inside, there was a knock on his door.

He set the bowl to the side and made his way to the door, he opened it and to his surprise, Kento stood at the other end of the doorway. “Hey old friend, sorry I came unannounced but I figured you weren’t doing much today.” Choso pulled the blonde male into a hug and patted his back before letting him go so he could walk inside.

“It’s good to see you Kento, what have you been up to these past few weeks?” He shut the door behind the blonde and made his way into the kitchen to grab his bowl and a spoon. Kento shrugged his jacket off and set it down, “I recently moved, my wife and I are planning to start a family. Maybe have our own white picket fence dream.” The blonde chuckled and glanced over at Choso. “Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt? I could come back later.”

Choso shook his head and made his way over to Kento, “don’t worry about it, I’ll be quick and then we can start with the session for today. But go on, tell me more about the Mrs. and how wonderful your married life is.” Kento nodded and started talking about it all, Choso listened intently, nodding along and adding little comments here and there while he ate. While he spoke, Kento took note of Choso’s expression, while it wasn’t something that was being unconsciously done, Choso had a small frown on his face and any light that was just in his eyes had dimmed. It made him want to stop talking but he knew if he did then Choso would just push him to continue, trying to reassure him that everything was fine when it really wasn’t. So, he just continued but in the back of his mind he felt like he was rubbing his happiness in Choso’s face, he didn’t like it one bit.

Choso ate and then once he finished he put the bowl and the spoon he used into the dishwasher then made his way back to Kento. “Let’s move back to the living room, we’ll get comfy then we can start the session.” Kento nodded and made his way to the living room, Choso following behind. “I’m really happy for you Kento, make sure to bring the little ones around once you and your wife have them. I’ll make sure to stock up on toys kids like.” He smiled softly as he thought about it, kids, a joy in life he never got to experience. That opportunity was ripped from his hands a long time ago but maybe there was something hopeful written in the cards of fate, maybe he would get the chance one day.

The men sat down in the same seats they sat in a few weeks prior, Kento took everything out that he needed and glanced over at Choso. “Are you ready?” The dark haired male nodded and brushed some hair from his face. Kento brought the recorder to his lips and pressed record, “The date is October 19th, 2002 and I am here again with Choso Kamo. You can start whenever you’re ready.” He placed the recorder in the middle of the table and Choso started.

“So the last thing I discussed was my first meeting with Y/N.” He crossed one leg over the other to get more comfortable and continued, “so I was anxious the whole day. I could barely focus on my work because I kept thinking about her, thinking about what her response would be to waking up and seeing my note. If she was upset and never wanted to see me, I would have understood. I mean, what kind of guy would I be to take her virginity and then ditch her in the middle of the night? It’s not like she knew or could’ve known that I can’t go out in the middle of the day without being burnt to a crisp. But for the first time in a long time I prayed, I prayed that she would meet me at the fountain, I prayed that I would get to see her beautiful face again. Even if it was for just a second, I would have been the happiest man alive. I just wanted to see her and be with her, not just sexually, I just wanted to be in her presence.”

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You read the note’s contents again then sat down on the bed. What should you do? You wanted to see him again but what if he wasn’t there? What if he just wrote that note to just make you believe he wasn’t some kind of asshole? As the questions of doubt swarmed your mind they couldn’t overpower the voice that was screaming at you to go, screaming at you to meet him tonight. So, you made the decision to meet him at that time.

You dressed yourself, deciding not to put on the corset since it would be too annoying to tie it yourself then made your way out of the bedroom. Just as you made it down the first flight of steps you heard a shocked gasp that made you whip your head around to the direction of it. “You naughty girl! I never would have thought that I would meet Miss ‘I’m never looking for a man’ after a wild night like this, half dressed, slightly limping, had a fun night?” You rolled your eyes as Satoru made his way over to you, Suguru following behind lightly chuckling.

“That’s none of your business Satoru, now let’s go downstairs and maybe if I feel like it, I’ll tell you.” Satoru took your hand and started pulling you down the steps, “come on, don’t take so long! I want to hear all the dirty details.” Once you three were on the ground floor, you told them everything and showed them the note, they looked at it then looked at you.

“You need to go, if he made you feel like that then you can’t let him go. You need to give him a chance and he’ll explain why he left.” Suguru spoke as he handed you the note and Satoru nodded. “I was planning on going but what if he’s not there? What if he just wrote the note to give me a false sense of hope?”

Satoru shook his head and placed his hands on your shoulders, slightly shaking you, “just go. Because if you don’t I know you’ll regret it for as long as you live. If he’s not there then we’ll trash his shop or just pay him a little visit.” You nodded and gave him a small smile, you clutched the note tighter and prayed a silent prayer, praying that Choso wasn’t messing with you, praying that Choso would be there at the fountain when the time came.

The next hours went by quickly, too fast for your liking. Your heart pounded in your chest so quickly and it only got worse as you made your way closer to the fountain. You wore one of your more casual dresses but that was only decided after going through your entire wardrobe twice. You knew you were a little early so you took a seat near the fountain, watching everyone as they walked past. You leaned over to an older man sitting nearby and asked him for the time and once he spoke the answer your heart sank.

Choso was late.

Ten minutes past eight, you sighed and looked down at your hands on your lap to try to hold back tears. You shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up, you shouldn’t have listened to that voice inside, you should’ve just stood home.

“Y/N!”

Your head shot up as you heard your name being called and relief washed over your body when you saw who called it out. Choso ran over to you with flowers in his hand, his hair was slightly disheveled from running and you stood up and walked over to meet him. “I’m so sorry I’m late, the florist was closed by the time I got there and it took a lot of begging to get him to open up his shop.” He handed you the flowers and you held them close to your chest, a smile growing on your lips. “Thank you, it’s beautiful.”

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“I wish I could say how relieved I was to see her there waiting for me. I thought she would’ve left after seeing that it was past the time I told her. But at that moment I would’ve ran to the nearest church and thanked god until my face turned blue.”

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You held the bouquet in one hand while he held your other hand, “I was thinking that we should go get dinner. I owe you a proper date after last night.” You nodded and held onto his hand tighter as you followed him to a local restaurant. You two sat in front of each other and Choso didn’t let go of your hand for a moment, “was work busy today?” Small talk ensued and it wasn’t awkward at all, something that you both were thankful for. Choso kept his eyes on you the entire meal, watching as you ate with a soft smile on his face. You wanted to question why he didn’t get anything for himself but decided not to.

After the meal he took you out for a walk around town, just letting you steer the conversation as you passed different buildings. “I understand if I’m stepping any lines by asking this, but why did you leave last night?” A small sense of panic filled his senses but quickly faded once he met your eyes, they were filled with interest and sincerity and it pained him to know that he had to lie to you for now.

“I had to open up the shop early for a shipment of new fabrics and I had some leftover work I needed to finish. For some reason it filled my head and disrupted my sleep so I had to leave. I didn’t want to leave but if I didn’t finish that work then I would have had to deal with a lecture from my most uptight customer. I am so sorry for leaving you last night, so sorry.” He looked down at you as your eyes scanned his, trying to see if there was anything he was hiding. You took his hand in one of yours and gently squeezed it as a smile grew on your face. Another wave of relief washed over him, he couldn’t imagine conjuring another lie for you, he was already surrounded by a web of them like a fly caught on the sticky netting.

He held your hand in his as you two walked with no particular destination to go. He could walk to the next country and continue on if you were by his side. You gave him a sense of comfort and a sense of humanity, he didn’t want to let that or you go. You two made your way to a local park, “there’s a pond here that I love to visit. I like to just sit by and watch the water ripple as the wind pushes it.” You looked into the open greenery as you spoke, your eyes lighting up due to a combination of the moonlight hitting you and thinking about going to the pond, showing him a more personal side of you. “Sounds perfect, lead the way, beautiful.” Heat rose to your cheeks at the name and you walked with him to the pond, the moonlight reflected on the body of water perfectly as you moved to sit with him on a bench nearby.

He still held your hand in his and he moved closer to you so your knees touched as you sat, “I’ve always loved coming here since I was a little girl. A friend of mine taught me how to skip rocks here and there’s many more memories I’ve been able to make here. It’s also been a place of protection and it’s pulled me away from any restless nights. Just being able to sit by the water and just think about everything is something that I’ll always cherish about this pond.” Another smile graced your lips as you spoke and Choso felt himself melt just by looking at you, he was honored to hear you speak about the importance of this pond, he didn’t deserve to share this moment with you, he didn’t even feel like he deserved to be with you. You looked at the water while he just stared at you then you turned your attention away to meet his eyes. “Is everything okay?” Your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you asked the question but quickly relaxed once he nodded.

“Mhm, I’m fine. You just look so beautiful, I couldn’t help but stare.” The genuine tone of his voice flustered you completely and you pressed your face to his arm. “You can’t keep saying things like that,” you whined, your words slightly muffled by the fabric of his shirt. He chuckled at your reaction and moved his free hand to hook two fingers under your chin and lifted your head up, “why can’t I? I’ve always thought it was important to tell the truth so I’m just voicing my truth.” You looked at him with big eyes, the moonlight reflected off the side of his face as he looked at you, highlighting his chiseled features, making him even more handsome than he already was. He moved his thumb to run against your bottom lip then leaned in until his lips met yours. It mirrored the first kiss you two shared the night before, soft and passionate all at once.

He caressed your cheek with the thumb that ran across your bottom lip just mere seconds ago then pulled back to break the kiss. “I wanted to do that all night.” You smiled and leaned in to peck his lips softly, “I did too, why didn’t you do it sooner?”

He chuckled and kissed you again before mumbling against your lips, “was just waiting for the perfect moment.” He held your face in his hands as your lips molded against his, it was perfect, you were perfect. It was your turn to break the kiss and you rested your forehead against his. “I want to keep seeing you, Choso. I enjoy how I am with you, even in such a small time.” His heart jumped in his chest at your words, your honesty and he moved back a bit so he could catch your gaze.

“I want the same. I haven’t felt like this before and I want to keep this feeling. So every night we’ll meet at the same spot as tonight and enjoy each other’s company.” He smiled softly and you wanted to question him. Why did he only want to see you at night? But you answered your own question by remembering that he owned his own business, maybe night is the only time he’s free. But deep down you wondered if there was someone else in the picture, someone else in his life, that made him want to see you late. You didn’t want to be the other woman in his life, you wanted to be the only woman. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you didn’t notice that he caught on, probably reading every single question, doubt, and thought in your head. “Hey,” he gripped your chin gently and made you look at him, “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Heat rose to your cheeks as you met his eyes and you shook your head, “sorry, something popped into my head and I got a little distracted.” It wasn’t a complete lie, just a general umbrella of the truth. He nodded and leaned down to kiss you softly then pulled back slightly. “It’s getting late, I’ll take you back home.” You nodded and pressed your lips against his once more before pulling back completely.

Maybe one day you’ll get the courage to voice your thoughts, just not today.

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“I felt so fucking giddy once I dropped her off. I was excited for what was to come and what the future would hold for us. It was exciting and nerve wracking all at once.” A smile made its way onto his face as he spoke and it made Kento smile softly. “Everything was going beautifully, we met every single night and I felt some form of relief since I didn’t have to explain myself to her. But I knew something was up, there was something lingering in the back of her mind during our peaceful moments of silence. There were questions unanswered and questions that I knew she was too scared to ask. Then around three months into dating she finally asked them.”

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You two walked hand in hand by the pond he took you on your first date. You loved being with him but you wanted to walk out with him in the daylight, you wanted to show your relationship off like all the other couples. This felt like you two were hiding something and you didn’t like it. Choso noticed that there was something up but he didn’t want to force you to bring anything up unless you wanted to, so he decided to wait.

“Choso, can I ask you something?” You stopped in your tracks and looked up at him, his hair was pulled back loosely so strands of his hair framed his perfectly sculpted face. “Of course you can, darling. What’s on your mind?”

“Why do we always have to meet at night? I love spending time with you but I don’t want to be someone’s secret. I can’t be someone’s secret.” You sighed as he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, expecting him to tell you he had a wife and kids. Expecting him to break your heart.

“I knew you were going to ask me this but no planning could ever help me figure out how to respond so I’ll just tell you the truth.” You waited with bated breaths for his response. “I can’t go out during the day because the sun would kill me. It would burn my skin like I was put in an incinerator. I can only go out after the sun sets because the darkness protects me. I’m a vampire, my love.” Your eyes widened at his words and you moved back from him. Nothing in his eyes showed you that he was deceiving you but maybe he was that good at lying.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re going to look me in the eye and tell me that bullshit?” You were beyond furious, how could he say that and expect you to believe him? “I would rather you just say that I was your mistress. Just forget about me, forget I exist, forget about everything that has to do with me.” You turned your back to him and made your first step to walk away from him until he tried to stop you by grabbing your wrist.

You tried to hold yourself back from slapping him, you really did try but the second he made contact with you, you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You turned to him and your open hand collided with his cheek. The next moments were a blur and the next thing you knew you were pinned against a tree.

That was when you saw it, his eyes were practically glowing red as he stared you down. “What more do I need to do to show you? What possible desire would I have to lie to you?” Your eyes moved down to look at his mouth as he spoke, you saw his sharpened canines, sharper than the finest blade. Your chest rose and fell, all feelings of anger and frustration were swapped with curiosity and fear. He shut his eyes and dropped his head to try to collect himself, trying to calm down before doing something he would regret.

It was like your throat was closing in on itself, no words could escape you in the moment but your mind ran with questions. He lifted his head and everything was back to normal, “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t want you to ever see me like this.” He let go of you and took a step back. “I’ll leave you be, I know there’s no way you’d want to be associated with a monster like me. I’ve done so many things in my life that’s deplorable, I’ve ruined so many people's lives and I don’t want to do that to you. You’re so sweet, so beautiful, so pure, I can’t taint you. I couldn’t live with myself if I did.”

His voice broke a bit as he spoke and you slowly reached out to him, holding onto the sleeve of his shirt. “No.” It was all you could choke out. You gripped the sleeve of his shirt tightly and pulled yourself to him, burying your face in his chest while you shook your head and repeated that word. Letting it get swallowed into the fabric. He wrapped his arms around you and held you until you lifted your head up. “You won’t taint me, I won’t let you leave and you’re not a monster. I don’t know what you did but I know you must’ve done it to survive. I can’t let you leave, you’ve made me so happy and made me feel so loved. I don’t want to lose this feeling and I don’t want to lose you. Please don’t go.”

He moved one hand to cup your cheek and wiped a stray tear that escaped from the corner of your eye. He leaned in and kissed you softly, “I won’t leave. I promise.” He muttered against your lips before kissing you again, deepening the kiss before pulling back. He slid his thumb along your kiss swollen bottom lip and smiled. “I think we should take this somewhere else, I don’t want anyone to get a glimpse of you. Call me selfish but I want you all to myself.”

You nodded and pressed a kiss to his thumb, “take me to yours.” He nodded and did just that. Once you two were confined in the space of his home he kissed you deeply while his hands pulled at your clothes, almost ripping them off before undressing himself. He held you close to him and gripped and groped at your body. “Jump, I’m taking you to my bedroom.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him tightly as you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He gripped your ass tightly, massaging the flesh while you kissed and sucked on his neck, your fingers moved up the nape of his neck and pulled at the tie holding his hair back so the raven locks could fall freely.

He walked up the stairs quickly and kicked the door to his bedroom open so he could lay you on the bed. The plush fabric of his blanket swarmed you before he leaned down to kiss you again, his lips molded against yours hungrily. His cock throbbed as he gripped it, guiding it to your wet entrance. He broke the kiss and looked into your eyes, “I’m sorry my love but we need to skip the foreplay for now. I need you badly, I need to feel you again.” He pushed inside you and dropped his forehead against yours. Your back arched off the bed and your hands gripped his shoulders.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the first night you were intimate with him since it happened. On the nights after your dates with him, when you were in the lonely confines of your bedroom you would touch yourself to the thought of him and that night. Wondering if he would do the same to you if you had the chance to experience a moment like that again. Now that you finally have him here with you like this, you couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for you.

Your back arched to press your chest to his while he bottomed out inside you, he felt even better than what you dreamt of since that night. His cock twitched inside you and one of his hands fisted the sheets by your head while the other gripped your waist as he started thrusting. His hips slapped against yours with each heavy thrust. It was completely different from how he was when he was first intimate with you, any sense of fragility he had with you was completely out the window and replaced with animalistic need.

“Missed feeling you like this, you feel so fucking perfect for me. Just taking me perfectly, fuck.” He groaned and fisted the sheets in his hand tighter while his grip on your waist was bruising. All you could do was whimper and moan his name, the pleasure was completely overwhelming you. His eyes scanned your face, watching how it scrunched up then his eyes trailed down to your neck, he could practically hear the blood rush through your veins. If only he could have a taste of the saccharine nectar, but he had to control himself, especially in a moment of passion like this, he didn’t want to push anything too far. Your hands moved up to hook around the back of his neck to bring him even closer to you, he put more of his body weight on you and moved his other hand from your waist to the other side of your head.

“Kiss me, I want to feel you everywhere.” Your tone was drenched in lust and he couldn’t deny you. He captured your lips in his again, kissing you hungrily and sloppily, sucking on your tongue and pulling on your bottom lip between his teeth as he trailed his kisses down. Kissing along the side of your mouth and jaw until he could reach your neck. His hips snapped against yours harder and faster, maybe if he made you cum he wouldn’t be tempted to bite down on the soft skin of your neck. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging on the dark strands as he pounded into you. He licked up the length of your neck and he couldn’t help but bare his teeth, dragging the sharp points of them along your pulse point, which made you shiver underneath him.

You didn’t know what took over you in that moment, whether it was the drag and pull of his cock in your warm, wet walls or if it was something you wanted but didn’t realize until now. “ Bite me please.” Your voice was barely above a whisper and he wouldn’t have been able to hear you but thanks to how close you two were to each other, he could hear your plea clearly. He pulled back from your neck and looked at you with wide eyes and stopped moving his hips, earning a whine from you and a buck from your hips. “I can’t, I don't want to do something stupid and hurt you. I let myself lose control now by even letting my teeth drag against you but I can’t bite you.”

You lifted your hands to cup his face and shook your head. “Please. I know you won’t hurt me, I know you wouldn’t take it too far. I just want to feel it, I want to feel everything you can offer me, I need it so badly.” He looked into your eyes and he felt more conflicted than ever, you wanted it and deep down he wanted it even more than you, but then whatever shred of his conscience was left was screaming at him to rethink everything. “Please Choso, I want to be more connected to you. I’m all yours, mark me as such.” You let go of his face and held onto his arms as you tilted your head to the side, presenting yourself to him.

He let out a shaky breath and started moving his hips again, quickly finding the brutal pace he set earlier while dipping his head down. He kissed and sucked along your pulse point, still thinking about what he should do. He wanted to give you what you wanted but there was always a chance that he might end up hurting you. He groaned as his hips slammed into yours, his kisses and sucks grew hungrier as he kept thrusting. He had to hold himself back, he couldn’t succumb to his carnal desires…but he just couldn’t hold back any longer.

His fangs grazed against your skin once more before he sank them into you. Your back arched and tears pricked your eyes from the mix of pleasure and pain and your body reacted beautifully to him. “Cumming! Oh fuck.” Your body shook under him and his hips somehow started moving even faster. The mix of the saccharine that fell on his tongue and the way your walls clenched around and massaged his cock, he was cumming in no time. He rested his hips against yours as he filled you with his cum and somehow came back to his senses so he could pull away from your neck. He licked over the bite marks to clean off any blood that dripped and looked down at you.

You had a blissed out smile on his face, you looked like a masterpiece underneath him, so flawless. He leaned down and kissed you softly, you tasted the iron on your lips and pulled back slightly. “Sorry, I’m just not used to the iron taste.” He chuckled and leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of your lips, slowly pulling out of you as he did so. You whimpered as he pulled out completely then relaxed against his bed, feeling completely exhausted from the strength of your orgasm and the blood you lost. He left to go grab some tissues to clean you off and get you a glass of water but when he came back you were sound asleep. He chuckled and cleaned away any leaking cum and then set the glass of water down on the nightstand, just in case you woke up thirsty.

When he finally laid down next to you, he pulled you close to him and kissed the top of your head. He felt like the weight of the whole universe was lifted off his shoulders, especially since he could be honest with you. He hated that he had to keep the secret from you but now he could leave everything bare with you and know that you would accept him entirely.

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“It felt amazing to get everything off my chest and to have her accept me for who I was. We continued going on dates and our relationship progressed. After the five month period of us dating, I told her I loved her and she reciprocated my feelings. I can’t describe how I felt around her, there wouldn’t be enough words to do so but she was my everything. The sun to my cloudy day, the stars to brighten my night sky, the budding sprout that livened my dead garden, the air that I breathe.” He let out a small sigh and rested his head back against the couch he was seated on, thinking about all the time he had with you. A smile broke out on his face and he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them up again. “I think it was a few weeks short of our two year anniversary when I asked her to marry me. I was so nervous. But she said yes and a month afterwards our wedding came. The Astors offered to let us use their backyard as a wedding venue and they gave us all access to one of their properties for our honeymoon.”

Kento adjusted his position and leaned in, “so, did the Astors know about you being a vampire?” Choso chuckled in response and shook his head, “oh no, at that time the only people that knew were Y/N, Satoru and Suguru. We just convinced them that a wedding at night would be more romantic and they believed us.”

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You stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the veil on your head, making sure it draped over your shoulders perfectly. Mrs. Astor walked next to you and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder while your mother draped your grandmother’s necklace around your neck. “You look beautiful, sweetheart. Choso is so lucky to be the one to marry you and I’m so happy for you. I didn’t think you would be the type to get married but it makes me happy to see you so in love.” You smiled at her and placed a hand over your grandmother’s necklace.

“I was still hoping that you would marry Satoru but Choso is a nice guy, mysterious looking but he hasn’t given me a reason to not like him.” You turned to face your mother and hugged her tightly, she returned the loving embrace and squeezed you tightly. “Your father would have been so proud to see you like this, seeing his precious angel all dolled up for her wedding day.” You pulled back to look at her and wiped a few tears that escaped her eyes. “I wish he was here mom but I’m glad that I have you, thank you for accepting Choso even though he wasn’t your first choice for a son-in-law. But enough crying, we still have a wedding to get through.”

Choso was more nervous than he had ever been in his life and nothing Satoru or Suguru did to try to calm him down worked. “What if she changes her mind? What if she doesn’t want to marry me? What if I rushed everything?” He paced around the room while Satoru and Suguru tried to think of something to say, then there was a knock on the door and it opened to reveal Mr. Astor.

“Choso, what’s the matter? I can hear your footsteps from outside.” The older gentleman joked but sighed as he recognized all the telltale signs. “Come sit down with me, son.” He sat down on the bench in the room and patted the empty space, Choso looked at it for a moment before moving to sit down. “I’ll tell you this, you’re probably more nervous than she is. I was the same way when I got married to Charlotte, I felt like my heart was going to beat right out of my chest and all the doubts swarmed in. I thought about all my fuck ups when we first started dating. Even on our first date, I spilled my wine all over her beautiful dress, she had just bought it and within moments of us getting our drinks I dumped the entirety of the glass on her. But I can tell you this, when you see your soon-to-be bride walking down the aisle, every doubt leaves your mind. The only thing that you can think of is how beautiful she looks, like God sent down one of his angels for you. That’s what matters, not those pesky thoughts.” He placed his hand on Choso’s shoulder and stood, “now, fix your mop that you call hair and head outside, the sun just set and your bride is almost ready.” With that Mr. Astor left the room and Choso felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Like that was what he needed to hear.

Within the hour the ceremony started and Choso stood next to the priest waiting for you. The door that led to the backyard opened and there you were with Satoru, he insisted on walking you down the aisle and wouldn’t take no for an answer. When Choso met your eyes he felt his heart stop, “James was right” he thought to himself as you started walking to him. The dress hugged your figure beautifully, a cinched waist and the high neckline made you look like a goddess. As you walked down some of the guests poured some flower petals on the train of your dress and offered whispered compliments of your beauty.

Tears threatened to brim Choso’s eyes but he quickly blinked and wiped them away, he couldn’t explain to the guests why his tears were crimson instead of translucent. Then, you stood there in front of him, you handed your bouquet to Satoru and took Choso’s hands in yours. “You look stunning, my love.” “And you look even more handsome than the first time I saw you.”

The priest began the ceremony and before you knew it, it was time for your vows. Choso spoke first, “my darling angel, I did not think I could love someone as much as I love you. You’re the reason why my heart beats every second and why air fills my lungs with each breath I take. I was in a dark place, I had lost all those who I had loved and I thought I would roam the earth in solitude but then you appeared and my life was introduced to light once again. Your smile rivals the sun, your skin is better than the softest silk, your eyes hold novels in them and your heart is bigger than any other. Your heart is a heart that is intertwined with mine for all of eternity. If I ask for one thing, all I ask is if one of us meets our timely demise without the other, I ask that we find each other again and live out our love over and over until the earth stops turning.”

You released one of his hands to wipe the tears that spilled from your eyes before speaking, “I had never believed in love until I met you. I had never been interested in relationships and devoting my time to another until that night we met. From that moment on you have shown me the beauty of love, a beauty that I have never been able to understand. You appeared in my life as a mysterious stranger of the night and now you are to be my husband, my soulmate. I have yearned for you all my life, I have loved you before knowing you, I dedicate myself to you. You have never failed to put a smile on my face and you always sweep me off my feet. Choso, I am yours forever as you are mine. Our souls are entangled and they will never part. I love you, for now, forever and always.”

You both put your wedding bands on each other's fingers and the priest said his closing words. “May God bless this marriage, you may kiss your wife.” Choso pulled you close and pressed one hand to your back before dipping you down and kissing you passionately, pouring his overflowing love onto your lips. You held onto his suit jacket tightly until he lifted you upright and broke the kiss. Every guest cheered for you both as you walked down the aisle hand in hand.

Everything went by quickly, the night was filled with laughter, tears, dancing, kisses but most importantly, love. Then you two were being ushered out by the Astors to a horse drawn carriage, “you’ll be taken to your honeymoon residence now, enjoy your night and congratulations.”

The ride to the cottage was fairly quick and once the carriage stopped, Choso got out then scooped you into his arms so he could walk through the door. Once you two crossed the threshold, he kicked the door shut and made his way up the wooden stairs to the master bedroom. “You look magnificent my love, you were glowing.” He made his way up the stairs quickly and set you on the bed. He quickly got rid of his clothes then captured your lips in his. The kiss was hungry and filled with a mix of love and lust. His hands moved along your body to try to find the buttons of your dress but when he started struggling with the first two he opted for the easier solution, tearing the dress off of you.

You gasped against his lips and broke the kiss when you heard the fabric tear. “Choso! What if we want to pass this dress down to our children?” He slid the dress off your shoulders and started peppering kisses along all the open skin he could get his lips on. “I’ll fix it, I’m the best tailor in town anyways.” His hands moved swiftly to undress you until you were both completely naked in front of each other. It was a sight that you both have seen hundreds of times but now it was different, now you two were a married couple and now it was more than just lust between you two. It was pure love. Something so pure it rivaled a virgin’s purity.

He gently pushed you back against the bed and leaned in to kiss you, this time he was much softer with his movements, he took his time to savor you and feel you. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck to keep him close to you, pulling him so close that you could feel his heartbeat mold with yours once his chest was pressed to yours. He used one arm to hold himself up and his hand moved down to grip his cock, pumping it in his hand as he guided it to your awaiting entrance. He broke the kiss and looked down at you, “do you want me to prep you, my love?”

You shook your head and pulled the elastic that held his hair back, “no, I want you. I want all of you inside me.” He pressed his forehead against yours and slowly pushed himself inside you. It felt like the night he took your virginity, the first night he met you and the night you gave yourself to him. Your back arched slightly and your eyes fluttered shut as a moan left your lips. It was a sight he could never get tired of for as long as he lived.

“I love you.” He groaned out the words as he bottomed out inside you and moved his other arm to rest by your head. He gave you a moment to adjust and started thrusting, slow and deep thrusts as his cock worked through your plush walls. “I love you so much, my husband.” Your words came out through breathy moans and your nails dug into his toned arms, digging at the flesh but only leaving red marks in its wake.

His hips slowly picked up speed, it was still nothing like how he would normally fuck you. There was no animalistic nature, no brutal snapping of his hips against yours, no headboard banging against the wall so hard you would think it would break. He was slow, meticulous, and thorough with each thrust. It was as if he was reciting his vows and pouring his heart to you once more each time his hips met yours. He captured your lips in his again and moved his left hand down to rub your clit.

You two shared moans and groans against each other's lips and nothing needed to be said. What else could there be when your bodies were speaking for you?

While his movements were slower than normal, the buildup to your orgasm was just the same. Your toes curled and your back arched as you felt the coil tighten in your stomach. Each thrust tightened it more and more until it just snapped. You broke the kiss and moaned his name in the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, it was as if angels were singing in his ears. To him, you were the angel singing in his ear. He thrusted a few more times before filling you to the brim with cum, he let out a guttural groan of your name and dropped his head in the crook of your neck. He placed gentle kisses on the skin until his lips felt the all too familiar marks from his fangs. He licked over them and lifted his head to look up at you.

Your eyes were already half shut, you were fighting sleep like you always tried to do and it made him chuckle. He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose then kissed your lips softly. “Get some rest my love, we have the rest of eternity to relive moments like these. Just close your eyes and dream peaceful dreams of our future together.” You let out a small whine, trying to say something back but fatigue took over. He watched your eyes close and listened to the gentle hum of your even breaths. He slowly pulled out of you and laid next to you. He covered you both with a blanket and watched as you slept, his eyes traced over your features until they were etched into his mind.

If he could put all of his emotions into writing he would write best selling novels on everything he loves about you, if he was a musician, he would write symphonies about the little things that make you, you.

This chance that he had felt like he was finally going to have his happily ever after.

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“Now, every love story has an ending and the hope is that the ending would be a happy one but not this love story. Kento, would you follow me? Take your recorder too.” Choso stood from where he was sitting and waited for Kento to follow as he made his way to his bedroom. On the wall facing the bed was a large painting of a woman, most likely in her late 20s, a soft smile was on her face and Kento followed Choso closer to it.

As he moved closer the gears turned in his head and his eyes widened as he made the realization. “Y/N.” His mouth moved before he could properly gather his thoughts and Choso turned to face him, nodding. “This is Y/N. This was finished three months before that dreaded day, done by a young man that recently moved to the town we lived in. He did it for free so in return I promised him free alterations for life. She was so happy when she saw it, she said that it didn’t even look like her but she was so wrong. While the boy was talented he could never capture her beauty, no one could.”

Choso stood silent for a moment while he brought his hand up to the painting, his fingers lightly grazing the glass of the frame that protected the painting. Kento’s eyes trailed back and forth from the painting to Choso and back until they focused on Choso. His eyes widened a bit as he saw the tears that spilled from the raven haired male, the tears of blood that spilled so freely. Kento had never seen Choso show this much emotion, Choso was always quick to wipe at his tears but not now.

Kento slowly approached him and rubbed his back. “It’s okay, please take your time. I can’t imagine how difficult this is for you to recollect all this, all the pain.” Choso nodded and took a deep breath before wiping the tears away. “It’s just that I haven’t spoken about that day with anyone, I’ve tried to bury it but whenever I see her face, everything just comes to the surface and drowns me. I miss her, I miss her so much.”

Kento set the recorder down and hugged Choso, squeezed him tightly and stood there with him. “Let it out, you need to let it all out.” Choso hugged him back, more tears streamed down his face and a red stain grew on Kento’s shirt. After a few moments of silence Choso broke the hug. “Thank you, I’m ready to speak about her now.” Choso looked at your picture and sighed. “It was just after her 33rd birthday, the year was 1909 and I was at my shop when I received the call. Y/N was out running some late errands with Satoru and she was supposed to meet me at the shop.”

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He held the two fabrics up to Suguru and held them to the pants he had against his work table. “The left matches these pants more right?”

Suguru sighed and looked at Choso with a raised eyebrow. “And why are you asking me?” Choso chuckled and set the fabrics down, “well you’re in my shop and you’re not asking for alterations so I’m making you do some work. You know, for taking up space.” Suguru narrowed his eyes but jumped when the phone rang. “Can you be a dear and answer the phone? You’re not much help with color matching.”

Suguru sucked his teeth and answered the phone, his eyes widening at the frantic voice on the other end. “Satoru, calm down! I can’t understand you when you’re frantic, calm down!” Choso’s eyes widened and looked over at Suguru. As he stood there waiting his heart sunk to his stomach, the anticipation was all too much. “What’s going on?”

Suguru hung up the phone and his face looked like it was drained of its blood. “It’s Y/N, she’s dead.” Choso ran over to him and gripped his shirt in his fists tightly, his eyes changed to a glowing burgundy. “Stop joking around and tell me the fucking truth. My wife isn’t dead.” Suguru placed his hands over Choso’s and took in a shaky breath. “She’s dead. She was in the store with Satoru and she just collapsed. When they were on the way to the hospital she had no pulse. She’s gone. We need to go to the hospital now.”

Choso let go of the now crying male and quickly left his shop.

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“I kept on telling myself that it couldn’t be true. She was healthy, she had recently gone to the doctor and she was in perfect health. But when I saw her body covered with a white sheet, that’s when reality hit me.”

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Choso sank to his knees when he saw your lifeless body on the table. He gripped your hand and squeezed it, all warmth was gone. “Baby, please. I need you. What happened to the life we were going to live? What about the children we were supposed to have? What about living for the rest of eternity together? Baby please. Please get up, please let this be a sick joke. I won’t be mad I promise. Just please let me hear your voice once more, let me hear your laughter, let me see your smile. Please.”

Tears streamed down his face and he banged his fist on the ground as he turned his head up to the ceiling. “I was good! I’ve done nothing wrong! Why did you have to take her from me? Why punish me now when I was truly happy? I’ve atoned for my sins, I’ve prayed for forgiveness and this is how I get repaid? What the fuck kind of sick judgement is that? What more do I need to do? You’ve given me this curse, now I have to live alone? Why take her when you could’ve taken me? She’s done nothing to you. She’s your most perfect creation and now you take her back? Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” He spent the rest of his time sobbing until Satoru came in, his face stained with tears.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve never invited her with me. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened.” Choso lifted his head, “you apologizing means nothing, it won’t bring her back. Just leave.” His tone was sharp and cold, Satoru just nodded and left.

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“Later on I had learned that her death wasn’t preventable. It just happened and there was nothing I could’ve done about it. Maybe it was a good thing that I wasn’t there when she died but I wish I could’ve been there in her final moments. I wish that I could’ve been the last face she saw but maybe I wasn’t meant to see it. I still dream of Yuuji during his final moments, so maybe this was God’s way of looking out for me. I mean, who wants to see their soulmate die in front of them? But it’s the selfish side of me that wishes I was there.” He took a deep breath and sighed, Kento drew closer and rubbed his back in some form of consolation.

“Within the following weeks we held a funeral for her. What hurt the most was seeing her mother so upset, I have never seen someone cry so much in my life. The Astors paid for a beautiful tombstone and her mother visited her grave every single day until she met her own demise. I patched things up with Satoru and Suguru and I was with them until they died. Then I was alone again.” He sighed and looked up at the painting. “But I changed. Even before Y/N I had never thought about killing for sport but when she was ripped from my life I killed innocent people just for the hell of it. It wasn’t just people who deserved it, it was people who had so much to live for and I took that away from them. I don’t want pity for what I’m saying, I’ve prayed for forgiveness and I have changed for the better. I mean, you see I only drink from blood bags, it’s donated blood so I’m not hurting anyone to ease my pain. About 10 years ago I saw Y/N in a dream. This is something I’ve kept to myself and not even mentioned to you during our personal conversations.”

Choso tapped his fingers against the frame of the painting and walked out of the room, Kento following close behind. “She looked divine. She was glowing and she had such a beautiful smile on her face but she also looked pained. I know it must have been because she was aware of all the damage I caused after her death and also because I was alone again. But when she approached me all she did was hold me in her arms, I babbled and blubbered like a newborn baby. I apologized to her and told her how much I miss her and she just held me. Then when it was time for her to go and time for me to wake up she just told me one thing, she told me, ‘look for me, I will be in your life again and we will fulfill our promise of being together for eternity.’ Then I woke up, tear stains were on my face and pillow and I’ve held onto that message ever since. I have no clue what she could’ve meant but God, I hope I’ll be able to find that answer soon.”

Choso turned to Kento and nodded, signaling that he was done for today’s interview. Kento stopped the recording and sat down on the couch and Choso followed. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I really do appreciate it. I know she’s watching over you and I know that you two will find each other again. I just hope that it happens soon.” Choso nodded at his words and offered a small smile, “I hope so too but now let’s change to something a little happier. So how many children are you two planning to have?”

Kento chuckled and combed his fingers through his hair, “well I personally just want one but she wants at least two so I’ll have to adjust to that number. But once we do have children, I want you to be their godfather, I want you to be involved in their lives.” Choso sucked in a breath and sat silent for a moment, trying to gather the right words. “I know you don’t want to face more loss in your life but I want someone to be there for you. You have isolated yourself in this cold, cold place. I know you don’t even go out for anything anymore but you need to live. If not for yourself, then for Y/N. How could you find her again if you’re cooped up in here?”

Choso narrowed his eyes at the blonde and tensed at his words. “I know, it’s just hard. I’ve tried to will myself but I just can’t. I don’t want to make myself vulnerable again, I know she’s out there somewhere but what if she’s not ready for me just yet. What if she’s with another? I can’t live knowing she’s loving someone else that isn’t me.” His voice cracked a bit and he shook his head. Kento moved a bit closer and gripped his shoulder, “you don’t know that, you don’t know. Stop living with hypotheticals. Live with the truth and the truth is in the outside world. Go out there. You know, I actually saw a new nightclub opened up a few blocks from here. Go out and experience life in the modern world. And who knows? She might be there waiting for you. And if you don’t go, I’ll drag you there myself. Your inhuman strength is no match for my determination.”

Choso laughed at the poor joke and shrugged. “Fine, I’ll go but don’t expect me to go to this place every night. I think I’ll go insane if I do.”

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After a few hours of conversation Kento left and Choso got himself ready to go out. He looked at himself in the mirror as he styled his hair one last time then walked over to the painting. “Please be out there tonight, I feel ridiculous doing this. But for you, I’ll do anything.” He pressed two fingers against his lips then pressed them against the frame of the painting before leaving. His nerves shouted at him as he walked down to the club, he saw the long line forming when he approached the block and let out a deep sigh, “of course the line is long, lucky me.” He glanced at the people already on the line as he moved to the back and there was no sign that you would be there. And as the time passed on the line, he started losing hope.

There would be no chance in hell that he could find you again the first night he started searching for you, it was an unrealistic dream but there was still a glimmer of hope. Maybe he would be lucky for one more time in his miserable life. Maybe, just maybe.

After what felt like forever, he finally made his way inside. He smelled the booze, sweat, cheap perfumes and colognes, just everything. It was a nice club, had two floors and the top was presumably for VIPs and celebrities and the bottom was for the common folk who wanted a wild night. The bass of the music thrummed in his ears and he started thinking about heading back home. This wasn’t his scene and he didn’t want to be there longer than he had to but he had to see if you were around. Just some form of you. He made his way through the sweaty bodies all packed together like sardines so he could go to the bar. Maybe if he had a few drinks in him, this environment would be just slightly tolerable.

After about an hour and about five whiskeys, the situation was seemingly getting worse. His body needed more alcohol and the alcohol already in his system was just making him irritable. He stood at one end of the bar, far away from the drunken club-goers that stumbled and were on the brink of toppling over. His eyes scanned around to see if there was a trace of you and just when he was about to give up, he saw you.

You were at the other end of the bar, trying to catch the bartender's attention while she was flirting with someone else. His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest and his body started moving before his mind could process anything. He had to confirm what he saw, he had to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. He maneuvered his way through the drunken people, almost shoving a few out of the way to get closer to you. Then he was there, standing next to you. His throat was dry but he had to get something out.

“Y/N.” Your name tumbled from his lips and somehow you were able to hear it through the loud music and all surrounding noise. You turned to face him and you lifted your head to meet his gaze. “Hi”, you froze for a moment before continuing, “do we know each other from somewhere?” Your question was asked so gently and there Choso stood frozen.

Everything was the same from all those centuries ago. Like the same angel was sent back down to earth to grace his eyes once more. Your eyes crinkled when you smiled just as they did all that time ago, your voice was the same, only slightly raspier since you have spent the past few minutes yelling for the bartender’s attention, everything was the same. Choso couldn’t believe his eyes, how could he have been so lucky to see you reborn again?

You asked the question again, assuming that he didn’t hear you but again you only received silence as a response. This stranger just stood in front of you, completely frozen but you couldn’t seem to tear yourself away from him. Like there was this magnet that kept you captivated by him. A sense of familiarity washed over you but there was also confusion since you couldn’t trace back to where you knew him from. But if you two didn’t know each other, how could he possibly know your name?

Then he finally gained his train of thought, “sorry, I have to go.” Choso moved through the crowd and you followed behind him, like there was some tether tied to the both of you. You had to follow him or else the invisible tie would snap. Tears gathered in Choso’s eyes as he made his way through to the exit and once he was outside it was like he had gotten even faster. You ran after him as best as you could then stood on the corner when you lost sight of him.

One of your friends who witnessed the whole thing go down approached you and gently gripped your shoulder, “hey, did you know that guy?” You turned to face her and furrowed your eyebrows as you thought about it, you didn’t necessarily know him but you felt like you had. He knew you but you knew relatively nothing about him but you felt like you knew everything about him. Your friend gently shook you to grab your attention, “did you?”

“I think I did.”

Choso looked around to see if you were still following him and once he noticed you weren’t he leaned against the abandoned building and sank down to his knees. Crimson tears streamed down his face and one of his hands clutched the fabric of his shirt near his heart while he muttered to himself.

“I found her, I found you.”

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Starring;  Eren Jäger as the incubus & Y/n as the Curious New Tenant.

Featuring; 18+ only content minors dni + Afab reader + Monsterfucking + manipulation/coercion + consent given + face sitting + choking (Eren gets choked) + floor sex + unprotected sex + tail fucking + slight relationship with Armin.

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User.Angel Eden; Thank you to Kitty and Wren for betaing! This was a fun one to write so I hope you enjoy. Feedback and reblog always appreciated!! <3

❝Family secrets come to light when you move into your Great Aunt’s home in Shiganshina. That’s when you learn never to go searching again❞

Every summer since the tender age of five, you’d visit your great aunt.

She lived on an island called Paradis, it was just off the coast of Marley, a day's ride by ferry and so secluded that most outside of the coastal town you lived in were completely unaware of its existence. You were grateful that you were, Shiganshina the town she resided in became your solace, the one place in the whole entire world where you felt home. The Tudor house that had been in your family for five generations; the stuff of dreams for a young girl whose head lived amongst the clouds. The moss-covered walls, faded wallpaper, and old brick fireplace you’re favourite things despite their wear and tear. 

As a child, you would have given anything to live there but as the summer months faded away and the Autumn chill settled into the air, you had no choice but to pack your things and say goodbye to your little slice of heaven until summer break rolled around again. 

Though as you age your time on Paradis grows shorter and shorter. Festivals, concerts, plans with friends, and summer readings cut into your time and so spending your summer vacation anywhere but home seemed silly. Your love for summers spent in Shiganshina never dwindled, just slipped your mind as you were distracted by the shiny new and exciting prospects your teenage years had to offer. Now as an adult, you longed for the simplicity of your youth, days spent under the balmy sun amongst the trees and foliage as you explored every inch of your beloved island. Pounding the pavement in search of work was not at all a part of the glamorous life you’d envisioned for yourself, and it was after the restless days when you’d fall into bed with a pit in your stomach, your eyes teary as you wallowed in self-pity.

That was until you got the call.

Your great aunt had passed away. It was sudden but not unexpected for a woman well into her eighties. She lived a long and fruitful life, for her to pass in her sleep was all that you and your family could have wanted. There was just the one lingering regret of not making an effort to visit her one last time, the trip wasn’t too long and yet she spent her last few days completely alone in the house she spent her entire life in. 

What no one could have anticipated was that the family home was left to you.

Her children resented you for packing your bags without a second thought, leaving your shoebox of a studio apartment just days after the funeral. Everything that remained in the estate at the time of her death was yours for the taking as stipulated in her last will and testament. You were expected to give the house to someone else, someone who needed it more than you, told you must go through her things and give all your aunt’s gold, china, and other treasures away to her children. Go against her last wishes because you were so young, you had so many years to inherit family heirlooms but for now, it was selfish of you to dare think of keeping any of what was given to you.

But you did it anyway.

You needed the fresh start, to get away from the bustling streets of Liberio and take respite in the quiet village. It had nothing to do with the sweet boy who lived three houses down with his grandfather; Armin Arlert. That’s what you’d tell yourself when the guilt began to creep in late at night when you were left alone with your thoughts. Selfish is what you were. You had caught wind that he was working on his thesis back home and thought maybe there’d be something there. Sparks of a lost first love, the cure-all for a wandering soul who felt they’d run straight onto the edge of a cliff. One wrong move and you’d go toppling over, straight to your demise.  It might not have been completely innocent and maybe you were selfish for fueling childish desires but you could not remain in the life you were living. 

Change was needed.

You wouldn’t allow yourself to be consumed by the ever-raging sea threatening that you’d been struggling to keep your head above for so long. So you’d chased after the man with the spun from the finest of gold and attempt to recapture the freedom you hadn’t felt since the blithe days of your tender youth. And hope that one day you could build yourself the life you’ve always wanted. That was the one hope you clung to, it kept you going day in and day out. Something good would come out of your move, you were sure of it.

It had to.

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“How has the cleaning been going?” Armin asks you over a cup of coffee, the sky behind him grey and miserable with a drizzle of rain. Fabric softener clings to the soft blue sweater he dons, the white collar of his shirt messily poking out from all the times he adjusted it. “My grandfather says you were in and out, hauling all sorts of boxes until the late hours of the night.”

You hardly hear his soft-spoken words over the bustling streets which surround you, the quaint coffee shop sat squarely in the middle of Shiganshina’s only market, just inches away from the harbour. Venders hollered and beckoned their neighbours to spare one moment of their time, children laughed as they rushed through the cobblestoned streets, brightening up the dull atmosphere. You lean forward, the weight of your elbows on the table making it wobble.

“Sorry,” you mutter, holding the tabletop steady. Armin waves you off with a smile, the wind ruffling his hair. It makes him look younger, that and the rosy flush laying across his freckled cheeks like a warm bright blanket. Offering him an awkward smile back you huff, “The cleaning is going alright, just a bit tedious,” you sigh, your finger circling the lid of your cup, “There are mountains upon mountains of memories, entire lifetimes sprinkled across every inch of that house.”

Your steely eyes catch his soft ones. The faraway look you were so used to gazing upon was gone. All that was left was Armin and his pretty blue eyes, staring back at you as he listened intently, craning his neck ever so slightly so as to not miss what comes next. 

“It’s difficult to decide what to let go of.”

His fingers twitch, slowly inching towards yours, recoiling for a moment only to quickly wrap around yours before any doubt or insecurities could creep up. It starts at the tips of your ears, the flush that burns so hot it might just spark a flame. Travelling down your neck and dancing across your wind-bitten cheeks. It fills you up, a much better remedy for a rainy day than the tepid drink in front of you. Ducking his head down, Armin bit his lip silently searching for the perfect words. There isn’t much he could say to you that would be comforting but the small gesture was enough to send your heart reeling.

“If you need help, you know where to find me.”

Armin grins, chuckling to himself.

“I’ll even get some friends too but be warned, I think Sasha and Connie believe your house is haunted.”

“Haunted?” you echo, blinking blankly back at him, “Why would they think that?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Because of the vibe?” he says, using his hands to make quotation marks, “That’s what they said when I told them you were moving back home.”

The loss of his touch stings, your mind racing as the wet cold seeps back into your fingers. You crave the feeling of his skin on yours but he tucks his hands in his lap, his spine stuck straight when it hits him. The proximity, how he was close enough to feel your breath on his cheeks. He’s suddenly too aware, picking up on a million little things he hadn’t thought to notice until now. You smell nice, beyond the fragrant detergent smell that clings to your sweater is something delicate and he finds himself wanting to lean back in to become better acquainted with it until he could pick it out in a crowded room. And your lips, they’re shiny and tinted from the chapstick you spent five minutes searching for in your bag. He wonders what they taste like; if the flavour of your drink will linger on your tongue.

But you look like a deer caught in a pair of blinding headlights, shoulders tense and rigid. He keeps his hands to himself too caught up in his own sea of misery to notice how you deflate, a longing look filling your irises.

“Don’t listen to them, they once agreed a ceramic lion they saw at a thrift store was sentient,” he shakes his head, nearly rolling his eyes at the memory, “I think Connie dropped it five minutes after they bought it,” you chuckle, the image of the two of them crystal clear, “So don’t worry about any inane theories the two cook up, they’re glad you’re home but I suppose they just need a little something more to spice up the good news.”

There it was again, that word; home.

“I know I am.”

Home.

Shiganshina could become your home, you could build yourself a life. You hadn’t dared to plan ahead, obsessing over the future had done you wrong time and time again. But you could stay here, settle in the mundane way of living this tiny island was known for, maybe open up a shop or spend your days up in Ragako tending to a garden only passing through the vibrant city of Trost when you wanted to set up a stall at the local farmers market. Some may have seen a life like that as a waste of a degree but you’d be content.

You could be content.

“I’m glad too,” biting your lip you clap your hands together before popping out of your seat. Extending your hand to his you thread your fingers with his the moment he accepts, “And I’m really glad we to catch up,” his elbows awkwardly knock against yours but that doesn’t stop him from pressing his body against yours, the warmth radiating off him seeping through to your chilled core, “An old friend makes uprooting your entire life a lot easier.”

Something flashed behind his eyes, you can see the cogs churning in his mind just before he decides to plant a quick kiss on your cheek, a boyish smile threatening to overtake the neutral expression he dons. And it does, your heart swelling twice its size the larger his smile grows. Resting his head on your shoulder, Armin sighs softly, taking a quick swig of his drink.

“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

It knocks the wind straight out of you, the admission, and you wonder if you’re hearing things. If you fell asleep waiting for him to arrive and this was all some sort of dream. But you feel the wind on your face, can taste your drink, and you can smell the murky canal water that sloshes over the harbour. It was real, not a figment of your imagination running amuck in a daydream gone too far.

“Does that mean you’ll clear out my creepy attic for me?”

You joke, attempting the quell the uncomfortable twinge of excitement coursing through you.

“I said anything,” he remarks, his brows rising slightly, “That would fall under anything, wouldn’t it?”

Nodding your head you purse your lips, “I suppose so,” it’s difficult, to pluck up the courage for the words dying to come out, “Next Saturday, it’s a date then?” you swallow thickly, squeezing your cup so tightly the lid threatens to pop off, “If they’re free and you’re free we can uhm invite your friends over too.”

They eat away at you, the nerves.

No amount of courage would allow you to stand firm in your decision because you’ve stepped too far. The affection he’s shown you is platonic, that’s what you tell yourself when it feels like you’re barreling straight ahead, a hundred and ten kilometres over the limit and your brakes don’t work. There’s no reason to get yourself all worked up.

“Maybe find a place that does takeout?”

“It’s a date,” he says, firmly with a nod. His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows back the nervous laughter, “Just let me know what time you want us to come over,” glancing at his watch, Armin sends you a forlorn smile, “Ah, gotta go now if I wanna catch the train to class, the campus is all the way in Stohess.”

His nose smushes against your cheekbone when he quickly leans in to plant another kiss on your face. It’s right by the corner of your mouth if he moved just an inch closer he’d have kissed you. Giving your hand one last squeeze he parts from you, the sunshiney warmth that swaths you going with him. Casting a glance over his shoulder he waves at you, his eyes all over you until the very last second when he has no choice but to turn his head and carry on, pushing through the throngs of people until he disappears from your line of vision. Pressing your hand against your chest you sigh, your heart pounding so roughly against your rib cage you can hear the rush of your blood in your eardrums. You find yourself planted, your feet like two lead weights stuck in the cobbled stone ground, watching the world pass by, just for a moment. That was until other busybodies rushing past you began to bump into you. Quick and empty apologies were sent your way but they were unneeded. You were the lovestruck idiot standing smack-dab in the street, mooning over the feel of a man’s soft lips so closely pressed to yours. 

So you picked yourself up, mindlessly walking through the streets until you found yourself back home. 

The sun poked through the dewy grey clouds, warming up your frigid digits until your skin grew pleasantly balmy. Light filters through the large rounded window at the top of your house, through the stained glass you can see through it, into the attic. It’s been untouched as far as you could tell, boxes piled so high you could practically see the thick layer of dust gathering on them.

You wondered just what was in them, how important such things could be if they lasted generations upon generations.

That was your first mistake; wondering. It let you up into the attic that day, curiosity swirling amongst your idle mind. There wasn’t much for you to do today, there was no reason you couldn’t get started on rifling through your family’s things it’d make for less work tomorrow. So you stumbled through the front door, entranced by the idea of all the trinkets and goodies you’d find. Maybe there’d be boxfuls of memories, polaroids untouched by time that captured the youthful glow of childhood, or relics of someone else’s past that would tell you all their deepest desires.

You found none of that.

Beyond the half-rotted wooden stairs and uneven floorboards laid a pair of piercing emerald eyes, they cut through the darkness with an eerie glow, unwavering even as you ventured forward; that was your second mistake. Carefully toeing further into the attic, sure that whatever you were seeing was a mirage, a simple figment of your imagination, or perhaps the bright sunlight bouncing through the window. But the window was nearly overshadowed with crumbling boxes that would fall apart at the touch. 

“Is someone there?”

That was your third mistake.

Doe-eyed and innocent, the perfect first victim in a horror movie— foolishly calling out into the abyss as though that would bring you peace of mind.

“Pretty,” a voice rasped, scutting forward. Chains rattling following the moment of the creature swathed in darkness, “You’re pretty, oh my, come closer would you?”

The floorboard creaked beneath your weight as you veered backwards, shocked that a person responded. It had to have been something like fatal attraction, pulling you closer and closer until you came face to face with the thing speaking to you. With those two emerald eyes came a face, tanned and covered in freckles. He was scraggly looking, dishevelled hair, and odd red streaks running down the tops of his cheeks. They laid atop of his otherwise unblemished skin, tainting it just as the two protruding horns resting on the crown of his head tainted the rest of his delicate, boyish features.

You would have thought him to be pretty, had it not been for those unsettling peculiarities. 

The moisture in your mouth seemed to be sucked out in an instant, leaving your mouth dry, and you for a loss for words. You laughed, from shock and from disbelief. You pressed your eyes shut, squeezing them until it hurt. When you opened them, he was still there, blinking up at you. A hungry, lust-filled expression marring his face. The floorboards beneath him were covered in scratches, reeking of desperation, and a fight not yet given up.

“Just step into the light for me?”

He begs, his eyes growing round and watery as he claws at the collar clasped around his neck. The leather is worn and frail, merely inches away from snapping yet so tightly wound against the taunt neck of his skin. It kept him trapped, just behind a pile of rubbish and attached to the wall at the far end of the attic. 

“Please?”

His voice breaks and you swear tears of desperation fill his lashline.

You can’t help but step forward, the golden rays of sunlight filtering through the window hitting you. It had to have been the pitiful lilt in his voice, ebbing the creeping questions away from the forefront of your mind. Curiosity flowing through your veins, an overwhelming sense of wonder. 

Why?

The creature surges forward, clawing at your feet as it glances up at you. A purr-like sound floats up to his throat, but it’s scratchy and clogged like the sound is foreign and startling to him just as it is to you. His lips crack open into a smile, revealing a set of dangerously sharp teeth, as gangly and unsightly as he is. When you don’t recoil he presses closer, uncomfortably hot hands creeping underneath your pant legs. They’re calloused, rough around the edges and hot, not sticky but still unpleasant against your supple skin. 

“Pretty,” he all but moans, pressing his face against your shins, “So pretty, oh how lucky am I.” Nuzzling against your legs, he tightens his hold on you.

You nearly topple over, his frail image a farce as his strength all but crushes you. “Are you alright?” You muster up the courage to ask, your hands floundering by your sides, “Why are you … What are you doing here?” Your heart grows heavy as you utter those words, horrible thoughts filling your head, “Did my aunt…”

Your words trail off, your lips pressing together with a shake of your head. She just passed away, it’d be terribly cruel to even suggest such a thing; keeping a man captive in her home. But he wasn’t a man, was he? He couldn’t have been, not with all the strange oddities covering his body. As a child, you’d often fall prey to the stories shared in the dead of the night, blasted across a blindingly white computer screen, unavoidable because humans were creatures of habit. And they always loved to terrify one another wrapped under the thoughtful guise of a cautionary tale. 

Misshapen humanoid figures who ached to gobble up innocent bystanders until they were forced to spill their guts up haunting your dreams.

The thing before you was nothing like the creatures roaming amongst your nightmares but you weren’t so naive as to think this was all some sort of prank, that beneath the ragged clothing, gnarly teeth and horns was just a man. Perhaps a neighbour looking for a thrill or even one of Armin’s friends who thought he could take advantage of such a ripe opportunity. But there was no makeup smudged as he rubbed his face against the leg of your pants, the horns didn’t wobble, and his teeth didn’t dare slip out of his mouth.

You heard the rumours.

Of your Aunt, of the practices and beliefs she held; of her penchant for all things mystical.

This must have been a repercussion of sorts. An experiment gone wrong or something similar. Or this was all just a hallucination from a gas leak or even mould, the house was awfully old, a sloppy job of brick and mortar could cause all sorts of issues. 

He nods his head, perking up at the mention of your aunt, “My master,” he says, the daring curl of his lips hidden from your sight, “Oh she was cruel, chaining me up and leaving me here to die,” he whimpers, holding you closer, “After draining me of all my powers, won’t you help me, pretty one?”

Your knees buckle, bringing you to the ground with him. A fine layer of dust billows into the air as a cardboard box topples over, the floorboards groaning as it lands with a thud. His face is uncomfortably close, his arms caging you against his firm chest. 

“I’m sorry she did that,” you whisper, swallowing thickly, “But she’s gone, you’re free now…”

You trail off, waiting for him to grant you his name.

“Eren.”

He grins at you, resting his chin on your chest. He looks like a cat licking its chops, preparing to devour its next meal. Only rather than a plate of food splayed before, it was you. Offering him a crooked smile you give him your name your head growing groggy the longer you gaze into his jewel-toned eyes. 

“And I’m not free,” he mutters, his bottom lip wobbling, “Not yet at least …”

Eren spoke to himself, his thick brown brows stitching together in annoyance. Turning his focus back to you, he cocks his head to the side, shyly batting his lashes at you. “Would you help set me free?”

You want to peel yourself away from him, the heat he emits clinging to your body. Sweat drips down your temple, your clothing growing damp and uncomfortable. But you nod your head, your chest swirling with sorrow for the poor creature. And you don’t think twice to question just what exactly he was and how your Aunt managed to do the things he claimed. It was all too bizarre for rational thought.

“Of course I’ll help you,” cupping his cheek you give him a sympathetic smile, “Just tell me what you need me to do,” you’re earnest and kind, just the person Eren needed, “No one should live out their days in a musty old place like this.”

The two of you share a laugh. Your heart calms, falling into a slow but steady rhythm in your chest. But it wouldn’t have had you caught the look of malice flashing across Eren’s face. Leaning into your touch, strands of his hair slip over his shoulder. The expression he wears is akin to that of a lovesick man, longingly observing his lover. It was strange for someone to look at you in such a manner, no one had ever looked at you like that.

Not even Armin.

“What do I have to do?” You ask, hoping to break the trance of adoration Eren seemed to be in.

For a moment he silently pondered his options before grinning wolfishly at you. You could practically see the lightbulb going off inside his head, “You have to give yourself to me,” he states, his breath growing heavy, “That’s the price of my freedom.” 

The leather around his neck snaps, allowing Eren to break free from his confines but he doesn’t run. Instead, he pushes you onto your back, pinning you to the floor, his taut body flush against you, his long black tail curling around your arm. It’s smooth, oddly unfitting amongst his rough edges and jaded exterior. The smile he wears is wicked, his breath growing heavy as he surveys your body.

“Won’t you help a poor man out?”

Licking your lips you let out a nervous chuckle, “You can’t-” you shudder, shaking your head, “Would you explain, I … I don’t understand, why?”

“I’m an incubus!”

He says it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, chirping with a saccharine smile.

Incubus.

That was a sex demon, that was all you could recall; the stars of countless otome games and featuring in horribly obnoxious hentai films. Wracking your brain for anything beyond surface-level knowledge proved fruitless. They were the stuff of fantasy and sometimes the stuff of nightmares but for you, they left a hole in the middle of your mind. Less a mystery and more of a haze that left your skin covered in bumps. You didn’t like this limbo of unknown or the helplessness that grew from ignorance. But what you despised was that part deep inside of you where all the good things lived, it screamed at you to just say yes, to grant the pitiful demon before you freedom, and be the good samaritan you were raised to be. Help him, chalk this night up to a lust-fueled fever dream, and forget it ever happened. 

If only it were that easy.

“And that’s it?”

He nods, lovingly nuzzling his face into your cheek, “Simple as that!” The musk which clings to his skin invades your nostrils, he smells of sweat and a vaguely floral scent similar to the one your Aunt wore, and something you couldn’t quite place. It was pleasant, you couldn’t help but grow intoxicated by it- by him, “So will you do it?”

“Yes.”

Your fingers press into the floorboards, a flash of heat blossoming across your chest, seeping deep into your belly. 

“No, no!” he cries, “You have to say it, you have to say you’ll give yourself to me!” Eren grows tense, “I can’t … not if you don’t!”

Licking your lips you cast him a look, “I give myself to you,” it feels forced coming from your lips but Eren’s expression grows more and more excited as he silently goads you on, “Mind, body, and soul it’s all yours, Eren,” you say, the words flying out of your mouth. You don’t consider the weight of your words, oddly compelled to promise everything under the sun to him, to devote yourself to giving him all that your earthly power could muster up, “I’m yours.”

His plump lips are on your neck in an instant, his body curling around yours with insatiable desperation filling him to the brim. It sloshed over onto you, creating a pit within you that could only be filled by him. They’re smooth, his lips, and balmy, his teeth and tongue darting out to lick and nip the supple skin of your neck. Your skin grows tender with each bite, the shape of his teeth marring your skin, bruises left in their wake. Pinpricks of pleasure and need zip up your spine, you want more. You need more, it’s not enough, nor is the feel of his hands smoothing up your sides, groping at the slivers of exposed flesh he can find. His hips press into yours, his cock hardening against your thigh. It’s discreet, almost timid, the way he ruts his dick against the fat of your thigh, soft sighs muddled between the sloppy kisses.

Your name leaves his lips over and over again, his cold and nimble fingers tugging your jumper up to give him more access to your body. His tail unravels from your arm, slithering down your body to probe at the waistband of your pants, the pointed tip slipping beneath it. It smooths over your underwear, rubbing at your slit through the material. Your hips jerk up to grind into it, your breath growing heavy when it circles over your clit, pressing deeper to rouse a moan from you. 

“Please,” you pant, your teeth clamping down on your bottom lip, “Eren, will you give me more?”

You can feel him smile into your neck, greedily soaking in the need dripping off of your voice. Your body growing oddly sluggish, head foggy and stuffed with cotton. Pushing your jumper further up, he tugs it off your body, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as he ogles your chest. Eren lets out an unabashed moan, his claws slicing through the wool. There’s unbridled lust, flickering across his eyes as he scopes out your skin, a certain urge to mark up your chest and belly. 

To claim you as his.

 The white-hot flame of desire danced across your skin, burning you from the inside out.

It wasn’t enough, the feather-light touch of his tail, sloppy and uncoordinated. Only serving to leave you desperate and wet. Pushing your bottoms off with a huff you cast your gaze to Eren, the horns and dangerously sharp teeth all the more intimidating when they were inches away from your face. His tail slithers up your body, damp against your skin, flickering between the two of you before it flies between Eren’s soft pink lips. A look of pure ecstasy crosses his face, his knuckles growing white as he tightly balls his hands into a fist to contain himself.

The taste of you.

Oh, how it delighted it him, igniting the flames of a beast long gone quiet. It’s voice blasted against his eardrums, roaring and rumbling around in his chest. A certain vitality, previously lost amongst the years flooding through his veins as he savoured the taste of you.

More. He could give you more.

“Take them off,” he coos, laying back against the floor, “And come have a seat, I’ll give you more.”

It thrums through the two of you like livewire— anticipation. 

Your legs feel too close to jello for your comfort, heavy and wobbled as you hoist yourself off the ground, tugging down your underwear without as much as a second thought. The throbbing need between your legs operates your body, turning your brain off so you could run on pure primal instinct. You didn’t think of the semantics, that maybe you should have come up for air, grabbed a condom, and probed him further. 

What did this even entail?

But you didn’t, too focused on how Eren looked between your plush thighs. His emerald eyes are starry and bright as he comes face to face with your glistening cunt. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, calloused hands smoothing over your thighs, his gangly nails pressing into them as he lowers you onto his mouth. It’s warm and surprisingly wet against your dripping folds, his pointed nose bumping against your hardened clit. You steady yourself by way of his horns, your fingers wrapping around the jagged appendages, the pointed tips painful in the palms of your hands but the feeling is lost amongst the bliss you feel. It’s depraved, the way he slurps up every last bit of your essence, only to tongue fuck your clenching hole until it dribbled even more into his waiting mouth. The toes of your boot-clad feet drag against the floor, your muscles tensing for a moment as that familiar feeling grew near. 

“You’re so good at this,” you say, it’s mindless chatter. He knows he’s good, it’s written within his DNA, it’s what he was born to do. But you say it anyway because you feel sluggish, your hips moving on their own accord, erratically grinding against his face, and the words just spill out. “Oh fuck me, why are you so-”

A hiccupy breath cuts into your speech, forcing you to swallow back desperate gulps of air.

Using his thumbs to spread your labia apart, Eren sets his sight on your clit, in his own mind palace as he relishes the taste of you. His lips, pink and glossy wrap around the bud, suckling on it. You fall apart so quickly on his tongue, your body jolting with each zap of pleasure that dances up the tender slope of your spine. 

Ardent and pliant all for him.

It fills Eren up; rejuvenating him. He can feel the strength thrumming through his veins, growing larger and larger with each sweet sound you graciously gift him. Something is mumbled against you but you don’t catch it. Eren’s hair catches beneath your knees as you hunch forward, but he pays no mind, his focus solely pouring into carrying you through your orgasm. Your throat is strained by the moans ravaging it and the dust permeating the air. But what drives you up the wall is how swirls his tongue around your clit, the sensitivity unbearable. You have no choice but to fall forward, ridding yourself of the devilishly intoxicating rapture.

Crumpling forward, your chest grows heavy as you sneeze, your eyes rimmed red from the dingy attic air.

“God,” you whisper, your nose crinkling in disgust as your eye catches a large water stain seeping in the wood, “I haven’t … Not like that, never in my life.”

Giving your calf a squeeze he chuckles, “Not quite my sweet,” looming over your figure, he preens, “Just a creature at your service.”

You giggle, breathless against the cold wood. Goosebumps raise along your skin but you’re too weak to move.

“Was that enough?”

You ask, lashes batting against the tops of your cheekbones.

“Are you free? The spell, is it broken?”

“No,” Eren frowns, reaching down to pet your cheek, “Don’t you remember? You offered up your entire being to me,” he states, a sympathetic look adorning his face, “That’s the price of freedom.”

He speaks as though he’s convincing himself, but the moment passes and he wears a cheery look once more. So ready to pounce on you, to claim you as his. You can’t even begin to fathom what thoughts may be lurking in the dark corners of his mind but behind the smile, you tell he’s hungry for more. And that’s when you notice it, his cock, red and weeping between his legs, nestled beneath a curl patch of dark brown hair. You swallow thickly, your mouth feeling strangely dry as you wait for him to make his move. Your eyes sweeping across his figure, that’s when you notice it; right below his navel is a tattoo, swirling dark purple ink intricately crafted but the meaning is lost to you. 

And though, the more he utters that word, “freedom”, the more it ceases to hold the meaning it once did. You wish he’d stop prattling on about it and you wish you could let go of it too. But it’s easier to play games than admit the truth, succumb to the hidden desires because then it’d mean accepting the implications of this evening.

So you nodded your head, laying flat on your back and timidly spread your legs wide for him. Not willing to give yourself a moment to think. If you did, you may have felt guilt. Guilt for allowing your naive sense of morality that led you here. Guilt for chasing Armin for so long yet unwilling to allow yourself to admit the feelings you held for him. Guilt because this felt like some sort of betrayal the longer the two of you lay in wait.

“For your freedom,” you whisper, your breath catching, “I’ll dedicate my heart.”

You want to laugh but your prowess is the final straw. The damn breaks and Eren is upon you, his thumbs pressing into your hips as he slots himself between your legs. His cock heavy on your pelvis, he can’t stop himself from pressing his face into your hair and inhaling, “Oh you’re so sweet,” he moans, the leaky tip slipping between your folds, “You’re so kind, oh how blessed am I?” His shoulders tremble and his teeth bite into his lips as he presses his cock into you, “How fated it is we met like this— if only you could be my new master.”

You’re forever ruined by the feel of his cock.

The way it splits you apart, filling you to the brim so deliciously you think you must be dreaming. His cocks bulbous head pressed snuggly against that spot deep inside of you. But that wasn’t the thing that made you swim in and out of mind, it’s this heat that wafts off of him, and it hits you that he smells good. He didn’t smell good, he couldn’t possibly smell good, he smelt terrible but your senses are filled with something so sweet, floral. And it leaves your head heavy and something feels wrong but the pleasure is mind-numbing. You can ignore it, so you do.

“You like the sound of that?” he hums, his jaw falling slack as he moans, “I do, oh I so do!” Eren chuckles, pressing his nails into the wood, they sink into it with ease, “Let me be your pet huh, we could have so much fun, just like now!”

Eren snarls, the feel of your walls clenching around him driving him up a wall. It had been too long.

Your fingers slip between his lips as you try to smack your hand over his mouth, “Just shut up,” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut. You couldn’t think, not like this, not that you’d want to but he prattles on, begging for you to just say yes, “Eren, for god’s sake please shut the hell up!”

He preens so prettily, but you cannot take it.

Your hand slips down to his neck, you don’t realize you’re doing it until your thumb presses down on the column of his neck.

“Stop talking … please!”

And he does, choking on air with tears in his eyes. 

They’re fake but you don’t know that, too busy with the wave of ecstasy washing over you. It’s euphoric, your brow furrowed and sweaty. As the quiet settles and your mind clears you’re hit with a thought, it’s fleeting, and just passes your consciousness for a moment but you catch it. Incubi live off sex, they feed off it, they drink their partner dry and then move on to the next. A literal man-eater.

You laid right between his claws.

He’s still hard, rutting into your cunt with reckless abandon. But he doesn’t bat a lash, nuzzling his face into yours as he mewls, “Every night can be spent just like this.”

Eren’s eyes glow a dangerous sort of green and it makes you feel sick, but there is nowhere for you to run. You had chosen this path, you agreed to be his meal ticket. 

“Mine,” he mutters, kissing your cheek, “All mine, we’ll be so good together.”

You let out a tearful moan, the ability to speak lost to you.

“And we’ll have so much fun!”

Your cunt squelches obscenely loud, the swell of your ass wet with your slick. His tale snakes up your torso, wrapping around your waist in a snug hold. Keeping you pliant in his hold, humming to himself, enjoying how you creamed around him. The sounds you made the most beautiful music he’d ever heard.

“Just you wait and see, my love.”

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[10millionyearsdungeon]

Hydrophilinae

A/N: Okay, sinners, this one was work. Breaking from my usual, I picked another unsung character from the pack and...well, this left me feeling somewhat unnerved throughout for various reasons. It’s part of the BNHArem “Choose your fantasy” collab. Consider this a teaser for what to expect with Kinktober, lovelies. Thanks for @hisoknen and @dymphnasprose for beta reading, and for not letting this kick my ass. I went a more modern fantasy route, and was inspired by my recent trip with the husband and friends to the beach...Presenting: Monoma Neito, the Phantom Thief.  For you brainier readers out there, the title alludes directly to the type of creature I based our handsome (if unstable) suitor on. Enjoy~ ================================================= Every year at summer’s end you and your family would retreat to the shore. The house you stayed in, borrowed from a family friend in exchange for the occasional odd job or favor from your father and brothers, was one of the oldest on the island. The town that settled there was an old fishing outpost, and many of the locals who lived there year round still tended to their nets by hand and left symbolic offerings to the regional deities to bless their boats and ensure a bountiful catch. As a child you grew up chasing your brothers along the private docks and across the island as they hunted for the next big adventure. This year was different-- you came alone this year, your family too busy or unable to come down the coast with you for your annual retreat, but your benefactor extended the invitation to your friends to soften the blow. 

Keys in hand, you looked at the house with its pale green siding and something about the familiar sight of the brackish water lapping along the pylons rising from the sea made you feel uneasy. You couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched as your girlfriends screamed and cooed over how excited they were to have the entire house to themselves for the week. They scrambled to unpack the cars as you stared out across the water from the carport, the unusual stillness of the waves making you uneasy. 

The longer you stared, the more intense the sensation of being watched became. You couldn’t see anyone standing out on the sandbar, and there weren’t any boats sailing across the sound. Shaking it off, you continued to unpack, only half paying attention to the conversations bubbling around you. It was nothing, you told yourself. Just some pre-vacation paranoia…”An afternoon at the beach might make me feel better, “ you sighed, peeling your clothes off to change. The transition from unease to vacation-ready was tenuous, but necessary if only to shut up your housemates for the week. The walk to the beach was a short one, thankfully. 

The world melted away under the summer sun. Sand between your toes, you took to reading the waves, eyes resting wistfully on the whitecaps as they broke on the shore. Something pulled you from your spot in the blistering sands and past the breakers. It started as a whisper, begging you to go further. You were past the whitecaps, just treading over the gentle roll of the tide pulling you out to sea. You couldn't feel sand beneath your toes, and time slipped away from you. All that existed is the glint of the sun off the water and the constant rolling waves. It was almost peaceful out there between the sea and sky. Even underwater you could feel that pull, the familiar song begging you to submit. 

"Come closer, follow me deeper. Trust me."

You followed, entranced by the call, by that warmth in your chest when the waves crashed overhead. By the time you surfaced and glanced back at the shore, the people were ants crawling along the sandy strip in the distance.  

Hesitant to go further, you felt something cool brushing against your legs. Soft, almost lovingly caressing your calves as if to soothe the soreness from your exertion, you swore they were long, pale fingers ghosting over your skin. You'd sigh if you could afford the breath it would waste. Opting to float on your back, sound and sight deprived from the blinding sun and sting of salt water, you contemplated what it would mean to give in. The song conjured your thoughts to wander deeper into your most secret fantasies. A handsome face framed in gold with piercing blue ice chips swimming in a polar sea haunted your thoughts and you swore you could almost taste him with every spray that coated your lips. The wandering phantom hands grew bolder as they traced up the curve of your thighs. Shivers danced up your spine as another wave rocked your body farther away from the shore. “Come with me,” you heard the silk and velvet of his voice resonate through the water. You had but a moment to take a single breath before you were yanked from the sundrenched world above the breaking tide. The sudden violent seizure from the surface world left you spluttering under the waves. Eyes burning, you caught the flash of platinum hair and arctic-white skin peppered with indigo scales along his toned obliques and shoulders. There was almost something reptilian in the way he moved through the balmy water. His azure eyes rested expectantly on your thrashing frame, and he smiled. So caught up in your fight to the surface, you failed to notice the long serpentine tail coiling around your dwarfed body, keeping your head from just breaking the surface. “You took too long,” he chided, wagging a pale finger in front of your horrified face. “You’re in my world now...and I don’t like to be kept waiting.” Your voice was numbed by the brine encasing your vocal cords, a fact he seemed mildly annoyed by. Vision in dappled sunlight, your caller twisted his dark coils tighter around your hips and rested the tip of his tail between your thighs. Entranced by his otherworldly beauty, you allowed yourself to go limp in the dark coils of his winding tail. His pale hands wandered along your body, casually inspecting your warmth as he went along. The current didn’t seem to affect him the way it did you, nor did the violent rising of the tides. Suspended in endless blue, you choked out a muffled cry as he gripped the swell of your breast with a harsh hand. 

Your lungs burned, begging for oxygen, but trapped in the clutches of the smirking leviathan you found that you stopped caring as soon as you felt his scales rubbing along your legs. Caught between his siren song and your sense of self preservation, you writhed against his tail, the friction between your thighs and into your core further clouding your judgment. He peeled away the triangle of fabric hiding your breasts from view and flicked the forked tip of his serpent's tongue along your exposed bud, his grip holding you against the current. 

Your mouth opened in a soundless moan at the slick sensation on your nipple and with it came the burning cry for oxygen in your chest.  Locked in against the smooth, shimmering jet scales, consciousness seemed a distant dream. As the darkness crept in, devouring your sundrenched world, you felt him sink his teeth into the tender flesh of your breast and the writhing of silken skin along your core. You felt your body sink into the serpent's clutches, ripping you from the world you knew before. As the tingling in your breast flooded through to your periphery, you found yourself not caring if you met your demise in the arms of a handsome mythical beast. In the back of your mind, you couldn't shake the idea that it wasn't real-- it couldn't possibly be. Offhanded you promised yourself that you'd stop binge drinking with your girlfriend's on an empty stomach again. 

++ “Come to me…” 

The sound pulled you from your bed, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Nearly 3am, you couldn’t understand why you would be awake just to look across the water. It was too early for the other boats to be off their mooring, and the world was quiet other than the slapping of the waves against the waterlogged wet-dock.

"Come with me, come to Monoma," a soothing voice whispered above the waves. You were alone on the balcony off of your room overseeing the bay. There wasn’t another living soul above the water who could be calling to you so alluringly. You wanted to turn back, withdraw back inside the safety of the house and curl back up into your bed until morning. You didn’t want to answer the call, but your body wasn’t your own anymore. Limbs heavy, you felt as if moving through a dream. Despite the warmth in the air, the wind blowing in off the water made your lungs seize with the frost of winter. You climbed down the stairs to the wet dock, that calming male voice whispering to you. It started as a warmth in your chest. Your toes were at the end of the pier, the turbid water kissing each one in warning. You trembled, searching for the source of the voice when you finally saw him. 

Blond hair slicked back with brine, pale blue eyes fixed firmly on your enthralled being, he smiled  and held a hand out to you from the tide. "Come with me," he sang teasingly. His lips were blue against the snow of his skin. Reason begged you to turn away, to forget the voice and it's alluring owner. You knelt to meet him and the constant of his smile only to feel him whisper his song against your lips again. "Come with me." The melodic sound crested with the waves as they lapped against the dock. Frozen to the spot, you felt your breath seize in your chest as the blond smirked impassively in his scrutiny. Your eyes closed and for a second you could taste ice and salt on your tongue. ++ Sunlight poured in through the blinds. Head feeling ten sizes too large, you moaned into the small space of your room and shielded your eyes from the brutal sun. “There was no way…” Your mouth was dry, almost gritty as you pushed from your bed and climbed down the stairs to find the house was empty. “I guess everyone’s already at the beach…” you murmured to yourself, casually raking your eyes over the half-empty bottles staggered along the kitchen bar. It always fell to you to pick up the pieces after a wild night with your friends, but this one felt like you were on the outside looking in. Did you have too much to drink? You still tasted salt and sand on your lips, the memory of the blue-eyed man with his intoxicating voice still lingering like a bad dream. As you returned the bottles to the liquor cabinet and wiped down the alcoholic remnants of your friends’ breakfast from the counter tops, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. You collected your things for the day and loaded into your car to drive into town to collect supplies, all the while struggling to ignore the ache in your chest that something or someone had invaded your temporary home. Pulling out of the carport, you glanced up across the private dock and could have sworn you saw a flash of platinum blond hair glinting in the sun at you in the rolling waves. The old man running the general store for the island was a tanned, gnarled caricature of a person, but his grinning face was one you had known since childhood. Old Nobu waved you over and took your basket from your arms. He took one glance into your tired face and frowned. “Y/n, you look rode hard put away wet. What’s going on?” You waved your hand and smiled sheepishly. “Nothing. Just cleaning up after my pack of wild animals.” He nodded, raising a skeptical brow at the haunted look in your eyes. “Really, Nobu, I’m fine.” 

"Y'know, if you and your friends aren't careful, you're gonna get snatched up." You rolled your eyes. Getting snatched up from your getaway would be the least of your friends' concerns considering half of them were more worried about making their potential "dick appointments" with some of the local shipyard workers. You shook your head and gave the old man a grateful, if forced, smile and continued on your way. Car loaded with groceries, you drove the five minutes back to the beach house, curious to find it still devoid of your friends. Your keys jingled emptily as you balanced the heavy bags on your hip and fumbled with the lock, all the while failing to ignore the sensation of ethereal eyes boring through your thin sweatshirt. The gulls cried a lonesome dirge overhead and you were met with the roar of a second car pulling into the port beside yours, your friends’ giggling and screaming as they filtered out of the enclosed space and up the stairs breaking the comfortable quiet. “Y/n! Come here! Meet these cuties we brought back!” You rolled your eyes and retreated into the chill of the house and its air conditioning. The last thing you needed to complicate your vacation was some vapid boy out to score. The boys filed in with your girlfriends and dug into your groceries, earning another defeated sigh. Abandoning the task, you snuck past the starving horde and slunk to the private dock, your father’s boat still moored tightly to the pier. “My, I didn’t think I’d find someone so pretty pouting in a place like this.” Recognition sparked behind your eyes as you pulled away from the waves, an all too familiar shock of platinum hair and slow, casual smile greeting you with a chuckle. “You know, it’s rude to stare, Y/n.” Your eyes widened for a brief moment, only for you to turn your attention back toward the deceptively calm waters. “Shouldn’t you be upstairs with the others?” He seemed to consider your question for a moment, his smile never wavering. “Why? I didn’t come here for them.” He spoke with such certainty, as if it was painfully obvious why he would come and invade your personal space. “Besides, you’re being a poor host, Y/n…” the way he sang your name made your skin crawl. The way the sunlight reflected from the alabaster of his sculpted torso burned your eyes. Did he even see the sun? Pale as he was, there was something undeniably attractive about him, the confidence he exuded. “I don’t recall giving you my name, or being properly introduced.” “Neito~! Come back up here and show these ladies how to take a proper shot!” your friend drunkenly cooed down at the young man. He waved her off casually and held out his hand to you, as if to lead you back into the chaos above. “Come with me?” The way his tongue lolled over the syllables of his request had you frozen to the spot. Did it always sound like that? The familiarity of his request chilled you, your blood practically freezing in your veins as he hummed and raked those devastating blue eyes along your frame. Your breath seized in your chest and you shook your head, withdrawing closer to the boat. The boy licked his teeth and swallowed back his distaste for your rejection. “I’ll ask again: come with me.” It came out as an order, the blond now visibly fuming at your refusal. You turned your back to him and returned your gaze to the pale green waters lapping at your ankles earning an ill-concealed growl of annoyance from the blond. Your friends called out to the blond again, and as quickly as his seething came on, it evaporated behind a cruel-yet carefree simper. It wasn’t right; the way he so casually invaded your space, the familiar way he rolled your name on his tongue like honey; all of it left you feeling like a stranger in your own skin. Your friends invited an anonymous man, several anonymous men into your sanctuary away from the bustle and exhaustion of the city, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that they unwittingly led a viper into the den. ++ 3 am rolled by, and again you were pulled from your bed by that same haunting call. You didn't even open your eyes before your ankles were in the water and the wooden dock was digging into the backs of your thighs. 

He smiled intently and rested his forearms on your lap. He smelled like salt water and sunlight resting on your thighs. "Hello, again," he hummed, toying with the hem of your sleep shorts. His chest was bare, almost milky white contrasting with the green of the water. The water was a mirror, still aside from the gentle rippling of the tide. In your hazy state, the contrary waves and swirling of the water kissing against your legs seemed ordinary. Otherworldly, the man casually stroking his icy hands along your bare thighs had you hypnotized by the empty sky in his eyes. 

"We've got to stop meeting like this,” you breathed out. He made himself comfortable and rested his chest against his folded arms, chilling you skin wherever he touched. "I don't even know your name."

"Doesn't matter, darling. I know you well enough. Besides, you'll be mine soon enough." 

You pursed your lips and he smiled again, still stroking your inner thighs with piqued interest in how to best steal your innate warmth. 

"Are...are you the Phantom Thief?" He scoffed openly at the question, rolling those gorgeous eyes at you mockingly. 

"And if I am?" 

His reply was simple, yet loaded. Without anything else to go by, you leaned back and sighed through your nose. 

"This is some dream," you half mumbled out, knuckles turning white with how hard you held onto the dock. Your pulse raced and every fiber screamed for you to get away, to put as much distance between you and the blue-lipped Adonis in your lap. He looked a little taken aback by your comment, but rolled with it all the same. Your ignorance played into his favor after all. Something in his easy smile chilled you to the marrow. Out of the corner of your eye you could have sworn you saw the rippling of jet scales breaking the polished mirror of the sound. 

"I'm a dream, am I?" His voice was haunting, tone at the edge of condescending when he ran a pale hand through his slick flaxen hair. You nodded dumbly and earned a chuckle for your honesty. "Let's make it a pleasant one then," he humed, pulling his torso from the water to feather butterfly kisses along your neck. Your skin bubbled with goosebumps. Caught between revulsion and delight, you stiffened with his advances. His giggle made your stomach churn, adrenaline forcing your heart to pound against your ribs so hard your chest hurt. 

"I...I know you." The words numbed your mouth as they tumbled past your lips. He was so close, painfully, teasingly close. "I think I do." 

"Curious you can still think." His fingertips were freezing against your skin as they ghosted past the hem of your shorts and along the crease of your thigh. A shiver made you keen into his wandering hands as he tugged your shorts and panties to the side to tease along your lower lips. "That won't last long," he purred. 

The water below churned with another gentle wave, splashing over your soft whines against his cheekbone. The rolling of sporadic waves lapping against his back and your calves hinted that something huge was looming in the deep. Cool scales and thick muscle brushed against the soles of your bare feet, a sensation that had you bucking into the blond's fingers. He leered down at where his fingers disappeared into the warmth of your cunt, stretching the circles of muscle with curiosity. You squirmed into the burn as he scissored his fingers against your tight walls, humming at the pleasant slick coating his digits as you whimpered into the chilly night. It wasn't a loving embrace; it felt more like an examination, like he was searching your most intimate parts for that telltale ridge that would send you careening into bliss.

"Come for me," he sang into your ear, the purr almost compelling you to arch into his grasp and follow him into the depths. Feeling you convulse into his hand, he grinned sardonically, digging his fingers deeper until he felt that tight ring of dense tissue pucker and spasm against his finger tips. "Come," he ordered, compelling you against all reason to obey. His ultramarine eyes shone brightly in the floodlight off your balcony into the bay, ebony scales practically sparkling like polished onyx along the white perfection of his completion. He opened his mouth as you came, needle-point fangs gleaming before he sunk them into the meat of your neck. You came undone on his fingertips as he prodded at the neck of your cervix, groaning into your bloodstained flesh with every wash of his tongue. 

Your body went limp against the dock, held up only by his strong torso and the coils of strong muscle and scales twisting underfoot. How much time passed before you regained control of your faculties? Body heavy and brain hazy, you moaned into his bare chest, aching from the loss of him. "Of course you'd be perfect for this. I knew you would be," he crooned, the dock rolling suddenly under you. Your eyes remained glued to the waves, but the waters were calm. Staring blankly ahead as the lights along the opposing shore twinkled in a twilight taunt, you felt yourself lurch forward, folding over your molester's hard shoulder. The sun was beginning it's slow climb above the horizon, the waters so clear you could see the snails and crabs scuttling along the bottom between the twisting, swirling coils of an impossibly long serpentine tail. Paralyzed by the burning, numbing sensation pooling into your fingers and toes you were helpless against him as he pulled you into the water. 

Salt water burned your sinuses and lungs on the way down, the constant drag against the current only driving more water into your airways. You wanted to scream, to fight back but your body wasn't your own anymore. The struggle you craved was answered by leadened limbs and the swirling sea as the phantom thief carried you through the current. Cold water rushed into your lungs, and for a moment, in the strong arms of your captor, you thought you were going to die beneath the waves and no one would ever know. The intense pressure of the deep blue crushing your body as he carried you swiftly through the swirling darkness made your nerve endings sing your impending funeral dirge. It was only a matter of time before the warmth left your body, robbed by the invasive chill of the surrounding blue. When you came to, you rolled to your side, bent over onto yourself and forced the seawater from your lungs and belly with heavy, shuddering heaves. Just when you thought you had expelled everything left in your body another wave of nausea ripped through and had you retching against the stones cradling your battered body. Teeth chattering, you pulled your knees into your chest and shivered, cold sinking down to your bones. “You’re not going to get any warmer like that.” Your muscles locked from the chill, but you knew the voice taunting you from across the din. The bite at your neck oozed with every throb of your quickening pulse. You heard his footfalls before you saw him. Your pale Adonis towered over your shivering body, bare to the elements and proud. He crouched down, canting his head with an impassive raise of his brow and ran a surprisingly human hand through your soaked hair. Even in the dim light of the cave he was deceptively gorgeous. “Surprised you survived. Good. Now the real fun can begin,” he sang. The cavern itself was a natural marvel, all violet hues and soft-worn stone. The pale green glow of bio-luminescent snails and starfish mirrored the night sky you were forced to abandon. 

If it weren't for the spasming of your muscles from the cold or the bite of pumice against your palms and knees you would almost be impressed. Instead, your awe and wonder we're tainted by the deep shadows cast on your captor's face as he drew closer, always leering at your shivering frame. He stood proudly on two legs and reached out to quiet your chattering teeth with a harsh and heavy hand latching onto your jaw. His white-blond hair fell into his eyes and for a moment you swooned, chest and neck throbbing in tandem with your racing heart. 

"Neito…?" you whispered. He furrowed his brow and hovered over your lips with a wicked grin. 

"Ah, yes…that’s one of my names. Figures you’d be the one to have enough sense left to recall." he forced you back to the stone floor, crawling along your body as if to offer you warmth and comfort. "You couldn't just be one of those brainless, little collections of holes like the others. So...complex, but that’s why you’re so special," he purred, digging his fingers into your abused cunt. "It's only a matter of time before my venom runs its course. You'll feel it...burning its way through your pathetic little veins and you’ll beg for the cold." The quaking wracking through your body wasn’t from the freezing water clinging to your skin, but the fear seeping to the forefront of your mind. He sneered at your cries and ran a tongue along hypodermic fangs, teasing another droplet of cloudy venom out to drip along your exposed flesh. The fire building in your core was immense, burning its way from your chest and threatening to devour you from the inside out before the shifting terror slipped his glamour as your pussy clenched futilely around his agile fingers. It robbed you of voice, urged you to buck into his coaxing hand. “That’s it, darling…You’re almost ready.” You dared to look up at him, capturing a fleeting glance at him when the scales wavered into view along pale marble forearms and the cut of his torso. The gradient from his snowy complexion and the midnight sky of the winding serpent’s tail cradling you on the cavern floor would have been stunning if you weren’t choking out what you felt could be your last breaths. You could feel a slimy growth nudging you from behind. The sudden texture change from smooth to slick made your skin crawl in a way that made your stomach twist in on itself in new ways. It rubbed between your ass cheeks through your soaked shorts in a way that made you feel violated. The titan above you let out a shuddering groan, mouth open enough for you to watch that all too familiar forked tongue loll out in twisted pleasure. His fingers tirelessly worked your spasming cunt open, and it dawned on you exactly what he intended as his combined saliva and secreted venom drooled into your mouth in nauseating ropes and coated your lips and cheeks. As your body relaxed into the abuse, the appendage grew bolder, slipping under your clothes to tease you directly. “That’s it, darling, relax for me. Relax for Monoma,” he purred. You could taste his lust and the fact that your body obeyed without a fight made you want to cry. He withdrew his hand from your core and watched as you whimpered over the loss of him exploring your quivering hole. “Relax,” he crooned. “It’s not going to fit if you fight like that.” The heat threatening to consume you stoked hotter as you spread your legs and melted into his glistening coils. “That’s it…” You turned into your belly and your cheek brushed against the smooth stone almost instinctively. Suddenly feeling even more exposed, you fought to squirm away only to be met with another swift bite to your shoulder and high cackle. “Ah, ah, ah, darling.” Without another word, you felt the air hit your back and bare ass-- clothes ripped asunder by claws like polished glass and you never felt so small. Something slick and strong teased up into your throbbing pussy, earning Monoma a keening moan that echoed throughout the titan’s lair. It was sweet music, a prelude to the overture he’d pull out of your curious little body. Your breath caught in your chest when you felt the fork of his tongue tease into the deepest reaches of your sex, and he knew you were ripe and ready for him to claim. More heat built up in your core and your screaming only fueled the serpent’s pleasure. He continued his tease and growled at your near-release, swiftly retracting his tongue from your spasming cunt with a cruel spank. “You’re mine, darling.” You felt the flexing of smooth, silken scales dragging between your thighs as your kidnapper shifted himself along your body. The human-like torso draped over your back gave way to that all too familiar slickness rubbing along your lower lips. Monoma at your ear, he let out a shuddering gasp as the tip of his cock teased your warmth. “Or you will be, soon enough…Gods, you’re delicious,” he moaned out. It only grew harder and slicker the longer he rutted against you, filling you with revulsion over what you had been reduced to. Strong arm wrapped around your waist, he positioned your frame to his liking and plunged that slimy cock into your waiting pussy. It was nothing like you’d ever felt before- the way it filled every inch and then some, how it seemed to caress against your cervix and g-spot simultaneously with its length, every thrust sending you deeper into maddening pleasure. The tip of his elegant tail brushed against your engorged clit and nearly sent you into a thrashing orgasm. It was enough to distract you from the second appendage slipping its way between your ass cheeks to tease your neglected asshole. The slick collecting against your skin banished your thoughts and reduced you to exactly what he wanted-- you were nothing more than a cocksleeve to quiver and moan out for him as he emptied his clutch into your waiting womb. The sensation of gel-encapsulated eggs sliding through into your clenching uterus left you brushing the highest peaks of euphoria. Lovingly, he rubbed his hand along your tightening abdomen and purred in your ear. “Come for me, darling. It’ll be easier to accept them if you come for me.” “Please,” you whimpered as another egg glided effortlessly to join the others. Being pumped so full and kept cycling on that high made you dizzy. Tunnel vision claimed you and consciousness abandoned you, leaving you just another warm body for the serpent to rut into as you spasmed and came around his cock involuntarily. It was a loaded “please.” Please be just a dream, please be just another figment of my overactive imagination. Please make me cum again. Please let me go. In the sweet embrace of the dark, you floated between reason and safety. You would wake in your bed and go about the rest of your vacation, at least that was the hope. Perhaps a dreamless sleep would have been preferable to the hellscape your imagination conjured… ++ Another morning came and with the rising of the sun, you found yourself aching, bruised, and entirely too dressed. Your neck throbbed dully under the thin cotton of your t-shirt, and your arms and legs were covered in bruises you couldn’t recall getting. Was it another crazy night of blackout drinking with the girls? You pushed those thoughts aside and opened your eyes to find you weren’t alone. Staring longingly beside you was the same familiar blond from a few days before. Those empty blue eyes burned through you in a way that left you frozen; his hand blazed a trail over your stomach and rested just above your panty-line in reverence. Confused, or maybe half-asleep, you pushed his hand away and nearly folded in on yourself when you felt your insides shift. The fluttering in your lower belly made your blood run cold. You sat up and glanced down at the slight bulge disappearing back into your skin as another curved you to meet your own hovering hand, as if attracted to the warmth from the outside. Neito grinned and propped himself up on an elbow to watch you slowly piece together your new lot. He flicked his forked tongue at you teasingly and dragged you closer so he could feel his hatching clutch flit inside your accommodating womb. “Aren’t they beautiful, darling?”

[chigirisprincess]

Starring;  Sakusa Kiyoomi as the Vampire, Y/n as the Virgin, & Miya Atsumu as the Sacrifice.

Featuring; 18+ only content minors dni + Afab reader + Monsterfucking + Loss of virginity + Blood (consumption and loss) + Vampire Turning, Unprotected Sex + Creampies + Infidelity + Cucking + Dubcon + Macabre themes + Unhealthy relationship dynamics + Slight manipulation + Violence + Injury + Premature ejaculation.

Stream Length; 6.9k

User.Angel Eden; This is a repost from my previous blog hence the references and refused banners. this is one of my favourite pieces and i just wanted to share it once more :) please head all warnings and take care <3

❝Your once budding fascination with the old manor on the outskirts of town morph into something more when curiosity leads you right to its doorstep. No one could account for laid before the large wooden doors, but you’d find the mysterious man all too entrancing, roping you before sucking you and your boyfriend dry.❞

For as long as anyone could remember there was a house that stood tall and proud on top of the hill. Untouched by time, it remained long after the last living soul had passed on its grounds. Curious kids with curious minds weaved tall tales of pretend under the dark of night, hushed whispers twisting into local lore that lived on long past its creation.

Some said the last owner died of heartache, that they rotted away waiting for the day their lover would return home. Others claimed the entire family passed due to consumption, dropping like flies, one by one until there was no one left. But most believed that a vampire graced the grounds of the manor. That’s the story you believed, the one you spent countless nights researching until you ran out of sources. Perhaps it wasn’t the most realistic nor should you have continued to believe it well into your adult years but you did, utterly entranced by the idea of a dark and mysterious gentleman roaming the halls of such a beautiful house, an untouched relic from the past tirelessly searching for another soul that would understand their anguish. It was idealistic and at times pathetic but that didn’t stop you from getting the answers your heart had been searching for since the tender age of ten. Local archives and records were nothing but dead ends, you had no choice but to go right to the source; the manor on the hill.

Questions plagued your mind, plagued your dreams, surely you’d never move on from such childish fantasy unless the house's history was clear as day.

So one fall evening, when the air was crisp and the leaves had gone and turned brown, you dared to trek through the forest to see the house on the hill. It felt different, strange; the atmosphere shifting the moment your boot-clad feet left the soft dirt-laden path and stepped onto the broken cobblestone driveway leading to the front door. You expected to see vine-covered limestone, decrepit walls, and a half-rotted porch but the site which greeted you was far more worrisome than you would have thought. A shiver wrought up your spine when your eyes fell upon the pristine exterior, the well-manicured lawn, and the glossy windows which shone in the fleeting sunlight. It was what you wanted, proof of life,  yet you faltered. Your footsteps slowed as you neared the steps.

It was then and there when you should have turned back, your senses should have kicked in and forced you to return home but you ventured forward against your better judgement. With trembling hands you reached for the polished silver knocker, banging it against the sturdy oak wood door without a second thought. That’s what sealed your fate, but the idea of it all was too exhilarating to stop you.

You didn’t regret what came of it.

On the other side of the door was the stuff most presumed only existed within the realm of dreams.

His name was Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Swathed in crimson crushed velvet and charcoal lace, the man before you was a heavenly sight, one you could hardly believe he was real, not some fanciful mirage, the product of exhaustion and delusion. But he was.

“Are you alright darling?” he asked, a concerned look crossing his bewitching visage, “You seem lost and it’s getting late, won’t you come in?” extending a gloved hand out to you, Kiyoomi smiled at you, “I promise you’ll be home in no time.”

You missed the sharp glint of teeth that poked out of his lips as he smiled at you, blindly taking his hand in yours without a second thought. It wouldn’t have changed your mind because this was what you wanted, wasn’t it?

You’d tell anyone who asked that it was.

                                                                    ʚ♡ɞ

“Packing? Why are we packing? I haven’t seen you in months and ya already want to go on a trip?” Your boyfriend Atsumu said, giving you a pointed look as you whizzed around his bedroom in search of an overnight bag, “Can you just stop for a minute and talk to me, sweetheart?”

His eyes swept over your figure, zeroing in on the strange marks around your neck. In all the years he had known you, Atsumu could never recall your skin being covered in those blemishes. With all the time he’d spent memorizing each and every inch of his body, Atsumu knew there was no way he’d ever forget them. But after spending the better part of the year off on some spur-of-the-moment vacation you had returned to him differently.

It was nothing too noticeable at first.

The new pep in your step was something he assumed to be a good thing, you had been so obsessed with your town’s sordid history he assumed the time you spent away dispelled any lingering thoughts of that blasted old manor but it didn’t. He just didn’t know it yet. Casting aside any worries, Atsumu tried to embrace the strange style of dress you had picked up, told himself you must have put in a lot of effort to take care of yourself when he saw you lacked your usual dark circles around your eyes, and even jokingly stuck your hands under his shirt when he noticed they were freakishly frigid.

But he couldn’t ignore how you incessantly pressured him to join you for a “surprise” trip out of town.

“You always talk about how stressed you are,” you muttered, rooting around in his closet, “So I thought it’d be a good idea to take you somewhere to unwind for a bit.”

Turning around to face him, you sighed.

“I don’t understand why you’re so apprehensive, baby.”

Running his fingers through his hair Atsumu frowns, “We haven’t spoken in months,” he said, his brows furrowed in confusion, “I didn’t get any calls or texts from you, it was like you disappeared,” pinching the bridge of his nose, Atsumu inhales deeply, “For god’s sake I filed a missing persons report because I was so worried!”

His head hung low in shame as tears bit at the corners of his eyes.

“And you come back all different, insisting we leave together and you haven’t even told me where you went!”

Shuffling towards him,  you gently lay your hands on his shoulders to soothe him. Your touch is cold and lifeless, goosebumps follow your fingertips as they skate over his body. The chill seeps through his thick woolly sweater, nipping at his skin and sinking into his bones. It’s strangely foreign to him, the feel of your hands on his body. It should have felt like being wrapped in a blanket of warmth just as your touch always did but he felt nothing but cold; like a stranger was mimicking the way you’d move your hands over his broad chest to his shoulders, squeezing them ever so slightly to silently tell him you were right there. Right by his side.

“Why tell you when I can just show you,” you suggest, tilting your head to the side with a smile, “It was supposed to be a surprise but since you’re so eager to know, I wanted to take you to where I spent the last couple of months,” the pad of your thumbs smooth against the collar of his shirt, rubbing against the sliver of skin that peaks out from the neck hole, “Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

Atsumu sent you a displeased looked, biting back a snarky retort. He was more than happy to see you, he didn’t want to say the wrong thing and push you away. Losing you would be something Atsumu would regret all his life, so he mustered up as much support as he could, remaining silent as he stumbled his way to find the right thing to say.

Grabbing hold of your hips he looks up at you with a pout, “Don’t you want to catch up first?” he asks, batting his lashes at you, “I’m not the only one who’s missed you,” there were many people who missed you, but he missed you the most, “Maybe we should go visit some friends and family, my ma’s been asking when you’ll be back to see her.”

“We can!” you exclaim, resting your head atop of his, “But after we’ve gone on this trip, you’ll be in a much better mood when you ‘Samu, I guarantee the evening won’t end in some petty squabble like always.”

The sing-songy tone of your voice could have been more than enough to convince him, the prospect of a peaceful night with his brother an even sweeter deal than he could ever imagine but he just couldn’t trust you. The demure smile you wore was off putting, your insistence anything but reassuring.

“Don’t you think it’ll be nice for the two of us to get away from it all?”

A certain desperation lingered behind your eyes, a nervous energy surrounding you as you pleaded with him.

“Yes,” he said against his better judgement, “It will,” as soon as those words left his mouth he regretted it but the look of sheer excitement crossing your face made his heart pang, “Just promise me you won’t disappear again.”

You nod your head but there’s a faraway look in your eyes as you tear away from him. Wondering back to the dresser you pulled open a couple of drawers, peaking into them with furrowed brows, “Better get packing ‘Tsumu,” you holler, “I want to get on the road as soon as we can.”

His chest tightens as he watches you putter around. Atsumu didn’t like the way you brushed him off but he remained silent, stringing together the nerve to rise from his spot on the bed and join you in packing. You smile at him when you feel his arm brush up against you, the travel bag you tossed to him earlier in his hands. It doesn’t reach your eyes. A shiver shoots through him as his mind wanders to places he wishes it didn’t.

“We leaving in the morning?” he asks, haphazardly tossing clothing into his bag. Nodding you curl up next to him, both of your arms wrapping around his muscular one, “Alright, you set the alarm and I’ll handle breakfast.”

Nuzzling into his side you smile even wider, “Thank you, baby,” you giggle, sighing happily, “You’re the best.”

Leaning close you press a chaste kiss against his cheek, your hand rising to cup his face. Turning his head to face yours, your nose bumps against his. Atsumu freezes up in your embrace, a small gasp falling past his lips as your capture him in a quick kiss. It had been so long since you had been in your arms that he almost forgot the way it felt to kiss you, forgot the way you fit so perfectly against him, but he couldn’t fight the overwhelming feeling that something was wrong. Your frigid fingers sneak their way to his neck, tugging at the soft overgrown tufts of brown hair. His mouth falls open as he whines in discomfort, itching to pry your hand away but you use this as an opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. Atsumu jolts away from you at the feel of something sharp gliding across his plump bottom lip.

He sputters in confusion, tentatively touching the tender skin. A speckle of blood coats his fingertips, his lip pulsing in pain.

“Oh no!” you shout grabbing hold of his face, squishing his cheeks together as you inspect his lip, “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to,” frowning you swipe at his lip, blotting away the blood, “I’ll get you some vaseline, that’ll make you feel better.”

Atsumu stares blankly at your retreating figure, his eyes catching sight of your face in the reflection in the mirror. Your tongue flicks out to lap up the blood on your thumb, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment as you relish the metallic taste. Bile crawls up the back of his throat, unable to tear his eyes away from the mirror even after you’ve turned the corner, your footsteps fleeting as you bounded down the hallway.

It made his skin crawl, the mere thought of you enjoying the taste of blood but his eyes didn’t dare deceive him. The bliss-filled expression dancing across your visage more than telling. Clapping his hand over his mouth, Atsumu groans in disgust.

One overwhelming thought filling his head; what happened to you?

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The drive was short.

But that wasn’t what worried Atsumu, it was the silky red scarf you insisted he tie around his eyes to blindfold him. So excited to keep this trip under wraps. He didn’t think to ask for any clues before getting into the car with you but there wasn’t any need to as he’d come to realize. There wasn’t anything more you were willing to tell him, if he questioned you further he’d be met with more excuses, brushed off with little forethought.

Fallen leaves and twigs crunched beneath his boots as he stumbled after you, his fingers loosely intertwined with yours. The crisp autumn breeze shoots through Atsumu, goosebumps prickling his heated skin with each hesitant step he takes. He can feel the excitement bouncing off of you. All you could hear was his heart pounding uncontrollably against his rib cage, nerves causing his fingers to tremble with worry. They say you can smell when someone is terrified, that there’s a uniquely pungent aroma that can only be chalked up to fear, you’d know it if you ever smelt it. Atsumu wondered if you could smell it, the fear rumbling in his chest as he blindly followed your footsteps.

If not fear then perhaps paranoia or the loss of trust that circles his idle mind.

He can’t be sure because before he can ponder on that thought, he’s crashed to the ground, his hands flying forward to catch himself. A loud creak rips through the air as he scrambles to regain his bearings, whatever contraption he’s fallen onto groans under his weight, threatening to crumble beneath him. Your laugh is airy as you skip ahead of him, your footsteps fading away as he fruitlessly reaches out for you.

“Is that you, my dear?” a raspy voice calls out, “You’ve kept me waiting far too long,” the man chastises, “I hope this boy toy of yours was worth the trouble.”

Atsumu rushes to tug his blindfold off, the knot much too tight for him to undo, “Oh, he is!” you squeal, “Tsumu is so fun to play with, I promise this will have all been worth it!”

He only catches a glimpse, much of his vision swathed by that pesky red ribbon; what he does manage to see is swiftly cut off by boot directly to the face.

“Get him inside dear, we have much to do so let’s not waste any time.”

“Yes sir!” you spit out, rushing over to where Atsumu’s limp body lays, “I’ll make sure everything is to your liking.”

The manor falls quiet for a moment as the two shuffle around. It’s peaceful, the state of unconsciousness Atsumu finds himself in, it’s safe and comfortable, a respite. If he could help it, he’d never leave it but it seemed life wasn’t so kind.

Atsumu awoke to the cool constricting feel of leaden metal cuffs tightly enclosed around his wrists, both of his arms bound above his head. His body heavy, head sluggish and spinning, his eyes struggling to focus on his surroundings, the space dimly lit with what appeared to be thick velvet curtains casting out any traces of sunlight daring to illuminate the room.

Footsteps echo down the hall, two voices bouncing off the walls, blurring together until neither one of them was recognizable. In the soft flickering candlelight he’s able to see the faintest outline of two bodies, their figures wrapped up in one another as they draw nearer. Laughter rings out, joyous and light as though the two of you are the only two in the world, on a plane of existence far beyond the antiquated walls of this manor. The candelabra lit up your visage, exposing the starry-eyed expression you wore.

You looked at that man as though he were your entire world, your heart ablaze burning through your chest as you stared back at him. You used to look at Atsumu like that; the entire universe lived behind his eyes. That's what you told him, that it existed there for him to give to you. Now you gazed upon a stranger, with that look you swore was reserved for Atsumu Miya, driving a hole into the pit of his stomach as he sat back like a spectator intruding in on a private affair.

The two of you stumble over to the bed, wax splattering against the ground but neither of you pays any mind to it. Nor do you pay any mind to the hiss of pain that Atsumu makes as a small spat of hot wax melts off the side of the candle, dripping onto the tender skin of his abdomen. Had it not been for the shackles clinking against one another as he squirmed in discomfort you wouldn’t have looked back.

“Oh, sweetheart!” you tsk, hastily shoving the candelabra aside, “Are you alright? I didn’t burn you did I?”

Despite the reservations he holds, he shakes his head, no.

It did hurt, though it was nothing more than a small twinge of discomfort it did still afflict him just as the sight of you before him did. Stroking his abdomen your lip catches between your teeth, something bordering between sympathy and guilt flickering behind your eyes for the shortest moment before a large hollow-hearted grin splays across your mouth.

“Good,” you whisper, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss against his irritated skin, “I’d never want to hurt you even by mistake,” the cold unwavering stare of the man behind you forces Atsumu to remain rigid beneath your soothing touch, reminding him not to allow himself to fall prey to your honeywords, and saccharine smile, “Not that you’d have to worry about that anymore,” you say, “You’ll never be in pain again, you just have to trust me.”

All he can see of the man’s face is the sharp glint of fangs, pine and ash nipping at his nostrils as he silently looms over the bed.

“Do you trust me?”

Climbing onto the plush spread of sheets your chilled fingers clutch and cling onto Atsumu’s body. Every piece of Atsumu screams at him to speak, to say something, anything but he remains tight-lipped. It’s a struggle for him to stay upright, to keep his heavy eyelids open even as his mind races, his heart pounding so mercilessly against his chest. Surely you and the creature behind you must hear it now as he lays limp in your grasp.

“Yes.”

It’s all he manages, his throat raw and raspy.

Atsumu isn’t sure why he says it, why some part of him still foolishly wishes to bend to your will but he does know that there is a lingering sense of worry. Not for him, there’s no thought of self-preservation blood-stained in his head, but for you. He worries what horrors may be afflicted upon you should he not offer himself up after all the trouble you went to for this man. Should a horrible fate befall anyone, Atsumu is certain it belongs to him and him alone. Perhaps it was the dying embers of love roaring back to life in the wake of what lays before him or perhaps it was just plain stupidity, Atsumu couldn’t be sure nor could he sit and ponder.

In an instant you were on top of him, your plump thighs encasing his hips. Your movements hurried as though you wished to proceed at this very moment before he had the chance to change his mind. You look like a work of art moulded and sculpted by only the most revered artists Atsumu thinks to himself, his gaze cast upon your bare figure, the golden glow of unsteady flames highlighting each and every curve. He hadn’t noticed it at first, so he took one last chance to admire you. His heart was unwilling to release him from this hell that was you. Catching a whiff of your scent as you lean past him, grappling with something on the bedside table, Atsumu allows his eyes to fall shut.

That was until a smooth gloved hand grabbed his jaw.

“Eyes open for us, Love.”

The man says, his thumb smoothing over his chin as he offers him a smile. He’s handsome, Atsumu can certainly see why you’ve fallen victim to this monster's whiles, in another life he might’ve too. Soft black curls fall over his brow, hiding the two small moles on his forehead, and he too is memorized by Atsumu.

“He’s even sweeter than you described,” the man muses, turning his face side to side to inspect his features, “With such adorably flushed cheeks,” you hum in agreement, hands covers in the thick red liquid which spills over the side of the goblet, “Do I frighten you, little one?”

Chuckling you glance over at them, “Nothing scares ‘Tsumu,” you boast, a familiar heat filling his chest at your words, “He’s the bravest man I know,” and it’s true he was but he’s sure you don’t say that because it holds any weight in this situation, “He’s not frightened, just nervous after all you don’t like surprises now do you?”

He timidly shakes his head, feeling safer under your watchful eyes than the penetrating stare of the green-eyed man.

“Is that so?” he whispers to himself, “Then, I suppose that means you’re ready for the turning?”

His words were merely a formality for the two sharp incisors the man possessed sunk straight into Atsumu’s jugular, his plump lips soft and warm as he gently suckled. It takes far too long for him to realize it, to process just what this feeling is. He’s being consumed, his life force steadily slipping from between his fingers. Atsumu doesn’t even think to grapple for it, to fight against the tender embrace he’s held in. Even as his eyes grow glassy, sweat-sodden hair sticks to his forehead as it grows near impossible to remain upright. Falling slack against his restraints, Atsumu's head lolls to the side.

“Now?” you question, surging forward at the small grunt of affirmation, “Stay awake baby, you need to drink up now okay?”

It’s warm, sticky, the liquid spilling over his chest and chin. It drips down the man’s lips, smearing all over Atsumu’s neck as he sloppily drains him of his blood. Prying his jaw open you hold the goblet to his lips, the taste is metallic, balmy too, it splashes all over his face as he struggles to swallow it. He gags, choking on the taste of blood but you force it down his throat soft coos of reassurance fall on deaf ears. It’s too much for one person to handle, his eyes fall shut, that shiny white light that calls out his name grows dimmer and dimmer until he’s swathed in a blanket of dark nothingness, the indescribable pain fading away until his body felt as light as air.

“Do you think it worked?” you asked, clutching the blood-stained goblet between your hands, “I, I don’t remember the process being so intense,” but you lack the guilt to admit that perhaps this plan of yours was flawed,” Kiyoomi, ah I mean sir, Atsumu will be okay won’t he?”

Taking the tip of his leather glove between his two teeth, Kiyoomi tears it off, exposing his pale slender hand, “You’re alright, aren’t you, my dear?” you nod, your teeth digging into your bottom lip, “So why fret? He just needs time to transform,” he says, smoothing his hand over your cheek, “Do you remember what you promised?”

“Yes.”

Licking his lips he offers you a timid smile, “Are you ready to fulfil it?”

“Yes, I am,” you breathe, your lips parting as lean into his touch, “I’m ready to submit to you, my body and soul they’re yours for the taking,” offering your hand to him your breath catches as he lavishes your skin with his tongue, drinking in the sweet taste of blood, “Just as I promised.”

The goblet is tossed aside without a second thought, clattering from the floor as you scramble to reach Kiyoomi. A pang of remorse shoots through your chest as you glance back at Atsumu’s figure, he’s never looked frailer than he does right now, his body unmoving cold to the touch and rigid. Brushing a tuft of his soft blonde hair away from his eyes, you slink off the bed, approaching Kiyoomi. Dressed in his Sunday best he stood tall before you, a prideful look painting his visage. A mellow glow emanated off him, his skin sparkling in the candlelight.

He was undoubtedly beautiful, it was intimidating. To look as though you were handcrafted by the gods themselves.

Swallowing, you brush past him to stand at the foot of the bed, “I once promised myself to him,” you say, a knot forming in your belly, “How ironic, breaking one to fulfil another.”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he muses, stepping behind you, “An eternity with him and I?” sliding his hand up your shoulder he pushes your head to the side, “And in return, your virginity is mine,” kissing the juncture of your shoulder and neck, “Have you changed your mind?”

Leaning into his touch you sigh, “I have not,” you say, “Just thinking out loud.”

The apples of your cheeks grow warm; it is nothing more than an apparition, the ghosts of your past life taunting you with a false swelter. But the stroke of nerves that causes your stomach to lurch at the delicate brush of Kiyoomi’s hands on you isn’t. He relishes the way your body reacts to his curious pokes and prods, a contained huff of air exiting his nostrils fanning across your collarbones.

“So much has happened over these few months but I’ve not regretted any of whats transpired between us.”

Your skin prickles at the feel of his teeth scraping against your skin, your mind growing hazy, your eyes heavy, your entire being akin to molten lava as you melt into him. Turning your head to face him, your lips meet his. It’s greedy, lust-filled, and overwhelming. Kiyoomi gives you no moments of reprieval as he all but swallows you whole with his kiss, consuming you as he consumed Atsumu. Sucking on your tongue, Kiyoomi squeezes the meat of your hips groaning a bit his breath grows heavy.

Grappling with the lapel of his jacket, you tug him impossibly close.

“Kiyoomi,” you pant, your lips swollen and slick with spit, “I’m ready for you,” smoothing out his jacket you cast your gaze to the ground, “May we go to your quarters?”

“Aren’t we to keep an eye on him?” he asks, “That’d be quite difficult if we were to leave.”

“How shall we?”

Your start but his commanding hand presses against the small of your back, helping you rest your torso on the plush mattress, positioning you to lay across Atsumu’s lap your bottom in the air, displayed for him.

Planting a wet, open-mouth kiss against your spine, Kiyoomi relishes in the sight, his eyes glowing even in the dark blanket enveloping the room. Glancing back at him your fingers curl around Atsumu’s thighs, your skin prickling with something akin to excitement. You assume that to be the feeling, everything’s awfully muddled in your mind, you can’t discern the meaning of it all. Your shoulders grow tense as the mattress dips under the weight of Kiyoomi, his elbows pressing into the sheets as he crouches to the level of your cunt.

A shiver wracks through you as the blunt edge of his nail grazes your inner thigh. He kisses each one, nipping the leftover bruises and scars that are scattered all over them. Your skin has always been a canvas of sorts to him when it isn’t the greatest work of art. You can’t count the number of times of marks he’s left across what was once largely unblemished skin. Sinking his teeth into the bit of fat that spilled over your thigh-high stockings to bleed dry, his long nails leaving marks in their wake no matter how careful he tried to be. Even if you had chosen to go back on your promise, stepped back into your life as if pressing play on a film; you’d never be rid of Sakusa Kiyoomi he’d make sure of it.

Spreading your lips, he tentatively pokes his tongue out to taste you. You jolt at the feeling, your chest growing tight as he grew more confident in his ministrations. Lapping at you with the smallest of kitten licks, he groans in pleasure, roughly gripping your legs.

“It’s been so long,” he rasps, sloppily kissing your throbbing clit, “My dear you taste simply heavenly.”

Keening at his praise, your cheek squished against the solid mass of muscle that is Atsumu’s leg. The vibrations of his garbled speech and heedy moans against your cunt sends pinpricks of pleasure zipping up your spine. Your legs feel turn to jelly, aching to collapse in on themselves at the feeling of his tongue lavishing you. Kiyoomi slurps noisily, his tongue prodding at your clenching hole to lick up your syrupy essence, unwilling to allow a single drop to go to waste.

Mewling you crane your neck to look back at him, “Feels good,” you hum, your mouth falling open into a gasp, “How are you? Shit … How are you so good at that ‘Omi-”

Your breath catches as he wraps his lips around your clit, swirling his tongue around it. It leaves your body a mess, the searing heat pulsing through you, the foreign and utterly ruined sounds that pass through your lips startling. You don’t even realize you’re pushing pussy against his face until he’s locked his grip on your thighs, keeping you still as he savours your honeyed sounds. You can’t bite back the moan, it seeps out from between your pursed lips; loud and unabashed. Glance up at Atsumu, your eyes nearly roll back into your skull. He’s peering down at your exposed form. The soft brown you’d so often lovingly gaze into replaced by a burning orange. It teeters on the edge of a strong glow not dissimilar from the hearth of the home and embers so bright they could rival the sun.

It’s predatory, the hunger that dances behind his irises.

The chain keeping his hands pinned above his head snaps with ease, confusion all that Atsumu appears to feel as he rolls out his shoulders. His gaze is heavy, penetrating, you’re all he sees and there's a twinge of jealousy permeating the air as he watches another man ravish you, calling out his name with no care or shame.

“Are you cumming?” Atsumu asks, petting your head, “You gonna cum for him, huh angel?”

You’re ashamed of the way you purr in response to his question, your body taunt and ready to snap at a moment's notice. You nod your head without even thinking, a whimper sticking to your throat as your nails dig into Atsumu’s flesh. A tidal wave of pleasure washes over you, the band so tightly wound within you snapping as you came, your cunt clenching around nothing, juices dripping down Kiyoomi’s chin as you gushed. Giving your plush ass cheek a squeeze, he planted a sloppy kiss against your throbbing clit, the aftershocks of your orgasm keeping you tight as livewire.

Wiping the bit of drool at the corner of your mouth you sighed, “You’re awake,” dropping to lay on your stomach you bite your lip, “I’m sorry you had to see that sweetheart but see! I told you, that you’d be fine!”

Kiyoomi’s thick chained coat drops to the floor, his shoes clicking against the wooden floor as he rounds the bed, “I think he enjoyed watching my dear,” pointing one of his slender fingers, a Cheshire grin spreads across his face, “You see that right there? It is not regret on his visage nor is it anger or disgust.”

Swallowing thickly you eye up Atsumu’s bulge, it twitches in need, a visible damp spot soaking into his briefs. He shivers as Kiyoomi caresses his hip bone, their eyes catching in a heated exchange.

“Dear, clean him up would you?”

His nimble fingers work to unbutton his shirt, the ruffles and frills in a state of disarray. The collar is damp, stained by a splotch of crimson and your essence. His shirt clings to his skin but he shows no discomfort as he watches your movent. You’re unsure, feeling more like a gazelle trapped between two starved lions than a person at that moment. Atsumu remained silent, leering at Kiyoomi who made a show of stripping himself bare. Peeling back his soiled garments your breath catches in your chest.

“Come now, don’t let the poor thing suffer,” he says, turning to the bedside table in search of something, “Don’t you think your sweetheart is uncomfortable.”

“Right,” you mutter under your breath making yourself comfortable between his legs, “Is this okay ‘Tsumu?”

He gives you a gruff nod, his touch fleeting as he brushes his fingertips across your cheekbones.

The pit in your stomach grows heavy, sinking deeper as his flushed cock springs out of his garments with a wet smack against his toned abdomen. Wetting your lips you take his length in your change, your tongue lolling out to swirl around the head. It’s a mild, slightly musky taste, not unpleasant in the slightest. He all but purrs under your gentle care, his hands resting beneath his head. Atsumu’s chest rises and falls rapidly, the muscles in his abdomen flexing with each soft suckle. Your hot breath and the warmth of your mouth were too much for his overly sensitive cock to bear.

“Shit,” he grunts, his biceps tensing as he grits his teeth, “Right there angel, just stay right there and I’ll-”

“Good job dear, I’d say that’s quite enough.”

The air grows thick with tension as Atsumu sends a glare at Kiyoomi. He remains steely-eyed, unwavering in the face of a challenge. Striking a match he lights the large waxy candle that sat neatly atop an ornately embellished plate. The smell is airy and soothing, its sweet scent inviting you in for a closer smell. Inhaling deeply you enjoy the pleasant aroma. The moments are only broken when your cheeks are tightly clasped between Kiyoomi’s fingers.

“Lovely isn’t it?” you nod, offering him a timid smile, “I thought you’d enjoy it,” he says, petting your face, “I know you haven’t gotten used to the smell of ichor hanging heavy in the air.”

You hadn’t even noticed it.

“Oh, how you gagged and choked on it that evening.”

Brushing his lips against your forehead he stares at Atsumu.

“But it was all for this, are you happy now?”

Clutching the sweat-sodden sheets below you, you nod, “I am.”

“Then won’t you lay back against him and allow me to have you?”

Settling against Atsumu’s broad chest you snapped your eyes shut for a fleeting minute. He was cold, that was new. Strange and awful because the Atsumu you gave your heart to was nothing of the sort. He was a warm sole, it shone brightly upon your often cloudy skies. But it delights your feverish skin nonetheless, eliciting a shiver as sweat dribbles down your chest between the valley of your breasts. The damp air allowed perspiration to live on your dull and lifeless skin.

He wraps his arms around your torso, hugging you tightly as though should he dare to let you go that you’d slip through his grasp once and for all.

Kiyoomi spreads your thighs over Atsumu’s, staring openly at your puffy pussy. Pushing his glossy black curls away from his eyes, he makes the space between your legs home, candlelight bouncing off his gleaming skin. You spot moles and beauty spots he’d never allow you to be privy of. His cock curved upward, a neat tuft of curly black hair sprouting from his pelvis. There are a few moles there, edging at his hips and stomach. They’re absolutely kissable and you wonder if he’d enjoy watching you search his wiry body for each and every mark.

You don’t allow yourself to venture too deep into fantasy, guilt gnaws at your heart when Atsumu firmly pressed his mouth against your temple.

“Relax hm, I’ll take good care of you.”

His eyes near luminance as he descends upon you, the purplish head of his cock rubbing against your slick folds before slowly plunging into your virgin hole. Kiyoomi’s mouth falls open, your velvet walls fluttering around him all but spinning him into a trance. His forehead knocks against yours and Atsumu huffs in annoyance at the proximity, his breath fanning across your ears. Finding purchase in Atsumu’s arm your nails press into them, a shuddery moan leaving you as inch by inch Kiyoomi sinks into you.

“Take care of us,” you sniffle, bitter tears biting at your eyes as the burn of the stretch grows to be too much, “Just like you promised.”

Your words end in a broken moan as he bottoms, your throat growing sore from the helplessly desperate sounds he continued to draw from you. Kiyoomi’s nose squishes against yours, his jaw slacks as he moans into your mouth. His movements are slow, calculated, and restrained. His veins bulge in his biceps with how he gripped the mattress. It’d be so easy to allow himself to get lost in the vice-like grip your cunt has on him, warm and constricting as it pulses around his aching cock. But there are tears blurring your vision, discomfort is written across your face plain as day. Reprieve, it’s what you’re silently begging for and he gives it to you.

Despite it all, Kiyoomi wants nothing more than your comfort so he grows still against you.

It mattered not if Atsumu saw it, or if he understood Kiyoomi’s actions. You did. Whimpering you flick your hips upwards, “Fuck me,” you whisper, your breath shot, “Please, I’m ready.”

Bit by bit he does, his pace leisurely so he may relish this moment. Committing it to his memory and storing it right next to his own withered heart. And he has too, his senses so filled by you and him that he fears he may burst at the seams should he allow instinct to take over. It had been so long since he had been like this with another. Savouring your laboured breath he grabs one of Atsumu’s hands, guiding it up to your chest. The young vampire needs no further guidance, pinching and rolling your pert nipple between his calloused thumb and forefinger.

You let out a coquettish squeal, squirming between the two men with nowhere to go.

“Oh, don’t ‘Tsumu,” you pant, your brows furrowed together, “If you do that I’ll-”

A chuckle cuts into your words, your eyelids sluggishly falling slack. Kiyoomi feels it, the way your walls spasm around him. You’re so close, your legs twitching around his hips as you wrap your legs around him.

“Cum for me,” Kiyoomi croaks, “You can do it, love, just let go, we’re right here.”

He seldom used that name for you but it felt right, no ounce of regret threatening to ruin the moment. A tear slips down your cheekbone as you allow yourself to fall, your head hazy as pleasure flows through you, your veins thrumming in delight. Your spend leaks down your bum, coating Atsumu’s leaky cock. It’s rigid against your backside, throbbing as you jostle against him. Kiyoomi’s long fluttery lashes tickle your eyelid, spurring a giggle despite the obscene squelching sounds that make your stomach churn and heart pang nervously.

Freeing Atsumu from your grip, you lock your arms around Kiyoomi’s neck, your fingers idly twirling the strands of hair at the back of his neck. He groans into your neck, lightly biting on the flesh to compose himself.

“Kiyoomi, sir,” you sigh, “I want it in me, please I need it.”

You don’t say it but he knows what you want.

And it’s all too easy for Kiyoomi to bring himself to the brink of orgasm, allowing himself to enjoy the way that sponge spot inside you rubs just right against his sensitive head. With a soft moan, Kiyoomi spills inside of you, leaving you hot all over as he fills you up, his hips rutting against yours over and over again until he can’t cum anymore.

Silence envelops the three of you, a comforting blanket to be worn as you catch your breaths.

“My love,” Kiyoomi pants, “I’ll draw you a bath in just a moment,” he says, “I just need a moment with the little one.”

Your head tilts to the side in confusion as does Atsumu.

“I think it’s time he too thank his master for his existence.”

His nail drags against Atsumu’s face, his cheeks flushed and eyes filled with lust.

“After all the price of immorality is a steep one.”

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[chigirisprincess]

Starring; Daichi Sawamura ft Sugawara Koushi

Warnings; 18+ minors dni + fem reader + monsterfucking + assumed/temporary character death + injury + blood + gender norms + marriage/remarriage + size difference (Daichi is 7ft +) + manhandling + face sitting + knotting + unprotected sex.

Word count; 7.1k

Note; Previous written as a collab piece, this fic is a rewrite/inspired of angela carter’s little red riding hood story entitled the company of wolves. Please heed all warnings and enjoy <3

Network; @planetonet

❝Despite your life long fascination with all things ghoulish, you never could have accounted for the day your life would turn upside down. Who knew that fiction and legend didn’t live only between the pages of a well beloved book. ❞

A C T 1

There were tales your grandmother used to tell you in the dead of night of ghouls, witches, and goblins all to lull your active mind straight to sleep. You always loved when she put you to bed, so excited to see how she twisted old folk tales and legends of ghosts into something entirely new just for you. Never once had you suspected that all these stories were anything more than old wives' tales meant to scare restless children into a fitful slumber. Not even as you aged and delved deeper and deeper into the world of monster and fantasy, a budding fascination steadily growing into something akin to obsession.

You loved the tingle that would crawl up your spine at each new horror that came to life before the crusted pages of a book so worn you wonder if it’d crumble to dust if you weren’t careful. These stories brought a spark to the mundane happenings of your day-to-day life, something about them oh so addicting. But there was only so much your town's single library offered and even less in the one bookstore nestled on Mainstreet. Though you craved more the thought of leaving the small mountainside town was terrifying, so you never did. With a laptop, you had the whole world at your fingertips, so a lifetime in the only place you considered home was a small price to pay for the loss of a dream. You couldn’t make a career out of chasing fairytales so you told yourself you’d be content with working at the bakery you loved visiting in your youth and that your hobby would remain just that, a hobby.

There was no merit in chasing fantasies. That’s just what they were, fantasies, or the stuff of nightmares it just depended on who you asked but nevertheless, these creatures fabricated pieces of the past. They were made to scare and fascinate all at the same time; a phase you were meant to grow out of once you were old enough to know better. Maybe you didn’t know any better, still believing in everything you were ever told even at the ripe age of twenty-two. It might have made you a fool but that didn’t matter, there were more than enough town crazies to keep you safe from town gossip. When it came to you they only cared for the status of your relationship.

Engaged five years to Sawamura Daichi, it seemed that everyone who occupied the little town you called home was counting down the days until you finally tied the knot. High school sweethearts were about as common as coyote sightings in these parts. But it was strange for the couple to wait so long, or at least it was seen as strange in these parts. It was laughable the way they poked and prodded you for details only to whisper that it was never going to last if you kept him waiting. Yet those who judged failed to realize that divorces were just as common as early marriage.

It was tiring but you loved him so much that you didn’t care what others thought. How could you? Daichi was the love of your life and five years of engagement was nothing in the grand scheme of things when you planned to spend your lifetime by his side. You’d never part ways with him if you could help it.

If you could help it.

You’d think a lot about your devotion to him the night of your wedding but that was yet to come. For now, you’d be found frantically tying up loose ends as that day had yet to come, despite it being right around the corner.

It had to be perfect, you had spent the better part of those five years meticulously planning everything down to the last detail. In your mind, a perfect wedding day was the only way to truly show Daichi how much you loved him because marriage signified the end of just you and him. You’d be expected to start a family, never hear the end of it if you didn’t and you had settled on the fact that a romantic life with him wasn’t in your cards. You always knew that there was a certain order to things, that as you aged you were meant to fulfil certain roles and duties. There were things that you had to do as a wife and that included passing on Daichi’s family and no matter how much your friends tried to cheer you up, you knew that raising a family meant your life would be fundamentally different. You’d seen it time and time again and even though Daichi insisted that marriage wouldn’t change a thing.

It just didn’t seem like it would be in your cards.

It didn’t matter how many times he’d clasp your hand in the dark of night and swear to you that all he wanted was your happiness. You knew better than to believe such sweet lies. He wasn’t the first to make such a promise. Your parents did, claiming they’d support you no matter the decision you made but when it didn’t fit in their picture-perfect life, well then they had to do everything in their power to make sure you’d change your mind. With enough pushing you finally did. Daichi was a good man and you knew he would never do such a thing. But change was inevitable and one day you knew he’d realize that he would want the life everyone said he deserved. You could never hold that against him, it was human nature.

So you’d smooth his hair away from his forehead, gently kiss the tender skin and whisper, “I love you.” Nothing would change the love you felt for him. Just like nothing would change how utterly enthralled you were with the gods and monsters who existed solely between the pages of a legend. That was just who you were. Fate wouldn’t change your feelings.

A C T 2

You married Sawamura Daichi on May fifth, exactly six years after he first asked you to be his girlfriend. It was that day you could officially call him yours. Under the wisteria trees, you stood, his eyes brighter than you had ever seen them, yours wet with unshed tears. Flower petals and a soft scent danced across the breeze, the sun beaming down and heating up your cheeks. If you could, you would have frozen that moment so you could live in it forever but all you could do was capture it within a photograph. It would never be enough but it was something tangible. You could hold the image in the palm of your hand and be transported back to that very moment. Never had anyone looked at you with such love in their eyes, it was almost overwhelming, how content you felt under his unwavering gaze. You’d never feel like this again but you didn’t think to savour it because a lifetime with Daichi was supposed to satisfy you endlessly.

It was just too early for you to tell that things would change tremendously in the blink of an eye. Change in ways even you couldn’t predict.

A tear slipped past your lash line as you read the vows he has written for you. Your throat is too clogged with emotion to let out anything other than a choked sob. Those words scrawled across the page weren’t meant for anyone other than yourself. Your friends and family didn’t need to be privy to such intimate thoughts, it felt right for such an affair to be kept between lovers on the precipice of a union. Idly you wondered why this wasn’t standard practice, suddenly finding bold declarations of love to be an egregious affair. The thought was fleeting as each time your eyes flickered back up to Daichi’s sweet brown ones, everything swarming your mind melted away and you were reminded that no such thoughts were needed when you were standing here with him.

Your hands trembled as you slid the gold band onto his finger, nerves set ablaze as reality sunk in. His were steady and warm in yours, calloused palms rubbing against the back of your hand as he gave you a reassuring squeeze. The steady beat of your heart pounded in your ears but you had never been more thrilled. The nerves were just temporary, they struck only for a short moment before settling into nothing more than a fizzling excitement that danced across your chest.

“Do you, Sawamura Daichi take-” the officiant started.

“Yes!” Daichi cut in with a wide smile, laughter ringing out from your guests. He was almost even more eager than you were, wanting nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and plant one on you. You were already his in every sense of the word, it didn't matter if there was a paper to make it official.

The officiant shook their head, turning to you with a smile, “Do you-”

“Yes!” you shouted, bouncing on your feet as you gazed back at Daichi. The next words to come out of their mouth hardly even registered as you flung yourself at him, your arms wrapping around his neck. Your teeth clicked against his as you kissed him, your nose half mushed against his face but you didn’t care.

Everything surrounding you two faded away until the two of you parted, a familiar heat filling the apples of your cheeks as you turned to your loved ones. You weren’t one to be taken over by emotions in such a manner and neither was he, and he’d never be so bold in front of your parents but things were different now.

The reception was small but looking back it was nothing but a blur. You were far more excited for what came next; your honeymoon. It wasn’t much by most people's standards but it was all the two of you could afford when all of your savings went towards purchasing your first home together. It was a week at the Sawamura family cottage situated four hours away from your hometown, at the base of a small almost heart-shaped lake. Time away with him was all you wanted, you would have gone anywhere even the ends of the earth if it meant you’d be with him. But you should’ve paid more attention to the words of caution thrown your way by the old women of your town or even spoken with your grandmother just one more time before leaving.

All you could remember was to watch out for coyotes, that part of the lake was just crawling with ‘em.

You could hardly recall the one story you had been told a dozen times over. The one about the man who turns into a wolf or was it a beast? You couldn’t remember; the details nothing more than a needle lost in a haystack.

It was late in the evening when the two of you arrived, barely even bothering to unpack your bags before stumbling your way into the bedroom. Your clothing littered across the floor the moment you passed through the doorway. Daichi just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. You were his wife forever and always, he may have had the rest of his life to have been intimate with you but he didn’t want to wait. Your lips never left his for more than a second. You craved the feel of him against you and you wouldn’t rest until you had him deeply lodged inside of you.

You giggled as he narrowly avoided hitting his head on the low hanging beam, your hands crawling up his shirt as you finally found the right room. It had only taken three tries, two twin beds and a set of bunk beds to get it right. The mattress squeaked as the two of you tumbled onto it, dust puffing up around you. Wrapping your legs around his hips you whined out his name, your fingers tangling in his hair as you nipped at his neck. Daichi groaned at the feel of your crotch pressing against his growing bulge. As much as he wanted to take you right there with only the moonlight to illuminate your features but there was the nagging voice in the back of his head.

“Hold on,” he huffed, cupping your cheek he slid out of your embrace, “Let me just turn the power on and make sure all the doors are locked.”

Pouting you grabbed hold of his t-shirt, “That can wait, baby,” you muttered, “I can’t and besides I don’t mind the dark,” your lips ghosted over his as you pulled him closer, “C’mon we’ll be quick and then you can do what you need to do.”

“I also need to use the washroom,” he said with a sheepish grin, his thumb smoothing across your skin, “But don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it.”

He pressed a tender kiss to your lips and another to your forehead before walking off.

“Be safe, Daichi.”

He turned back with a smile, “I will,” he said, “I promise.”

And you believed him.

It was a shame that you succumbed to the sweet arms of slumber before he returned back to bed with you. You had no idea that those would be the last words he said before disappearing.

Suddenly what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life became the worst.

That morning when you rose, peppering in goosebumps, eyes puffy, you found no trace of Daichi outside his luggage which sat neatly beside yours. It was as if in the blink of an eye he was plucked from existence. The mounties found nothing but a few paw-shaped prints in the mud at the edge of the driveway. It had been a full moon, there were tracks everywhere and so they created no leads to follow. Soon the case of Sawamura Daichi would grow cold. There were no signs of struggle, no one occupied the neighbouring cottages as the season had just barely begun, and there was simply no evidence suggesting he didn’t leave on his own accord.

So you had to accept that the only one still looking for him was you. Even then there wasn’t much hope as you were forced to return back to your life much sooner than you would have liked. That house you were going to buy was purchased by a sweet family of five while you moved into the apartment above the flower shop. Those harrowing tales of horror you loved so much remained locked away in the memories of your youth. You couldn’t stand to read them let alone think of them, not when life was so cruel and your wedding day felt like something straight out of a fable as if you were some wicked wench that was punished all in the name of karma.

You used to think that you were the protagonist of such stories but you grew to regret it as you had forgotten that fairy tales had a happy ending, not folk tales.

Maybe if you hadn’t been so greedy Daichi would still be with you. But you couldn’t turn back the clock or click your feet and make this bad dream go away. You had to move forward and do what you must to survive. That’s what it felt like living without him. Surviving.

A C T 3

At the age of twenty-six, you remarried. Your new husband was a sweet man who went by the name of Sugawara Kōshi; a teacher at the local elementary school and your first husband's childhood best friend. When Kōshi was eighteen he moved to the city for both an education and a change of pace, he craved something faster and he found it. It wasn’t until you ran into him at the market that you knew of his existence or his connection to your lover. It might have been selfish to chase after him, callous even but to have even the slightest piece of Daichi in your life once more was enough to send you crashing into his arms. And above all, you were lonely, so even if it wasn’t love that you felt for the man the feeling of companionship was more than enough. You knew he needed it too.

At the age of twenty, he fathered a pair of silver-haired twins who looked just like him. At the age of twenty-five, their mother died in a car accident, leaving him all alone in a world that felt too big for him. That’s what spurred him to move back home and to allow the advances of an old friend's widow when romance was the last thing on his radar. He never envisioned his life like this and he supposed neither did you but his children needed a support system and the feeling of overpowering loneliness was enough to cloud his vision.

So after three months of dating the two of you made your way down to the courthouse in the nicest outfit you owned and tied the knot. There was no music or joyful laughter, just peeling wallpaper with water stains and flickering fluorescent lighting to cast a sickly glow upon the two of you. Kōshi didn’t even kiss you, he shook your hand and gave you a watery smile before taking you to lunch at the dinner across the street. He ordered a sundae while all you could stomach was a sugary drink. Guilt crept in long before you had realized, you now were just feeling it because this decision of yours was becoming real. Kōshi took you to Daichi’s favourite dinner in town and on instinct you sat down on the booth you had all but claimed as yours years ago. But what struck you right in the heart was when he suggested the two of you escape for the weekend to get to know each other a bit better, pointing out that the Sawamura cottage was left in your name by Daichi’s parents after his disappearance. You were too stupid to say no, mistaking the bile crawling up your throat as a reaction to your betrayal rather than pure unbridled fear.

The next weekend you were dropping his kids off with his parents and driving back up to the cottage.

“So how did it happen?” Kōshi asked as you fiddled with the radio, his eyes barely darting away from the road to meet yours, “Daichi’s disappearance?”

Biting your bottom lip you let out a sigh, “I fell asleep while waiting for him to turn the power on and use the washroom,” you mutter, “I’m not sure where the circuit breaker was but I know the only washroom on the property is an outhouse,” turning your head away from him you frowned, “There was no trace of him in the morning, just his keys lodged in the side door’s lock.”

You had forgotten that his story had barely made the news outside of your county, his missing persons profile only on the back page of the local paper for a month before it was exchanged for another. Kōshi knew not to press any further, there wasn’t any other information to rely on. If you weren’t granted the slightest bit of closure years later then who was he to expect it. He didn’t need to know all the gritty details and didn’t deserve to. It had been months since the two of you began talking and not once had he ever asked about Daichi’s disappearance, was he just now beginning to feel the guilt too?

“We used to go there all the time as kids,” he said, his grip on the steering wheel tightening, “There’s was this rope swing we use to use that was tied to the old oak tree out back,” he cracked a smile as the memory flashed before his eyes, “Once Daichi swung so hard that the rope snapped and he went flying.”

The foliage was a blur of green as you drove by, you couldn’t find it in yourself to do anything more than nod your head along to his story. If you reminisced too hard you feared you’d burst into tears and that was no way to spend your second honeymoon. It wasn’t fair to Kōshi, not when you were the one who ensnared him. So you forced a smile and feigned a laugh.

“Must have been quite the afternoon.”

He chuckled, “It was and when he resurfaced his father gave him an earful for being so reckless,” you wished you would have found his laugh beautiful, it was the first time you had heard it but it just made you feel worse, “Did he ever tell you that story?”

“No,” you said, your gaze lingering on his for a moment before returning to the window, “In fact, he never mentioned you,” maybe you were using that fact as an excuse to placate your conscious but the way he deflated was more than telling, “I knew an Asahi, Tetsurō, and Chikara but never a Kōshi.”

Shrugging your shoulders you turned the music up to drown out your thoughts. The conversation was over. For the next three and a half hours all that was emitted from Kōshi’s grey Sudan was whatever station reached this far out and the occasional sputter of the engine. He said he’d get that looked at one the two of you got back home. Come Monday you’d begin the process of moving into his bungalow. It would no longer be his house but yours as well. Your new forever home.

A C T 4

The congratulatory banner was still hung across the front door. The letters were mostly faded, weather and time stripping the once pristine fabric of all its glory. Billowing between the trees were remnants of the bright yellow caution tape the mounties spread around the perimeter of the property. No one ever bothered to clear the mess away and you never thought to, so it was ultimately your fault that the past hung heavily in the air. Kōshi grabbed the banner as he passed through the doorway, silently tossing it in the trash bin as you busied yourself with making up the beds.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, a warm golden glow flooded the space but everything felt cold.

“You can take the master,” you said as leant against the doorframe, “And I’ll take the one by the bathroom.”

He nodded absentmindedly as he wiped down the inside of the fridge, “If that’s what you want, I don’t mind sharing,” popping his head up, Kōshi scrunched his brows together, “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“That sound,” his face pinched up as he tried to concentrate on what he was hearing, “Sounds like an animal nearby.”

Shrugging your shoulders you let out a yawn, “There are coyotes nearby,” closing your eyes you tried to pick up on the noise he was hearing to no avail, “I wouldn’t worry about it, they’re likely miles away if the sound is so faint.”

Shuffling into the living room you ignored the creaking floorboards that followed you, a rough gust of wind taking precedence. With a sigh you pushed back each set of heavy set curtains to inspect each window, making sure to lock each one until you reached the culprit. Dragging your finger across the dust-covered windowsill you poked your head out. Taking a moment to watch the swaying trees and brush you searched for this alleged animal but found nothing other than the occasional squirrel and chipmunk. The metal latch was broken. It wouldn’t close no matter how you shut it. A second pair of footsteps trailed into the room behind you.

Turning away with a huff you shake your head, “We can’t close the window,” your eyes are shut tight as you hope the ache blooming across your forehead was not an impending headache, “We can use a string to shut it for now but tomorrow we should fix it-“

Rather than soft brown eyes catching yours from across the room, you were met with a sickly yellow pair that glowed unnaturally bright as it stared down at you. Before you stood what you could only assume to be some sort of wolf, with charcoal tendrils of fur hanging off its body. Reaching into your back pocket you grabbed your phone, your chest rapidly tightening as your forced yourself to stay still.

Message to Kōshi:

Animal got in. Use the backdoor to head to the driveway. Signal is better, call xxx-xxx-xxxx for help.

Sucking in a shaky breath you shut your eyes, hoping that your presence would be enough to keep the beast's attention away from Kōshi. The wind is knocked from your chest as it pounces at you, throwing you down against the floor. Its sharp black claws dug into your shoulders, just an inch away from tearing your supple skin to shreds. A pathetic whimper escapes your lips, your neck extended as you try to squirm away from its face. But there’s nowhere for you to go, it’s steaming hot breath fanned across your breath acrid salvia spraying all over your face with each ragged exhale. It was as large as it was broad, well over 7ft. It loomed over your figure menacingly even as it was hunched over, each and every visible muscle rippling under the low yellow overhead glow.

This was it, you thought bitterly, and you couldn’t even stare death in its face as it stared down at your quivering form.

Your eyes flew open at the sound of your name. Like a soft breeze on a warm summer's night, you may have missed the faint calling of your name. Gone was the drooling beast, in its place a face so strangely familiar you felt as if you were waking up from a dream rather than facing a wolf so eager to gobble you up.

He called out your name again, his voice strained as he pressed his face against your neck, “It’s me,” he whispered, inhaling your scent with a guttural groan, “Daichi.”

He sounded as if his vocal chords went unused for years, but there was no mistaking his words.

He said Daichi.

He claimed to be your first husband.

Your chest heaved with laughter as tears bubbled up. Was this it? Have you finally lost your mind? Or perhaps you had finally crossed over and this was your punishment for moving on with a man closeted to your love. There was no way that after all these years you had found him once more, in the shape of some sort of man-wolf no less. Life was anything but fantasy and such an occurrence could only be cooked up by a mind so far removed from reality. It was impossible, but the longer you stare back in bewilderment the more you could see his face.

If you removed the fangs, deep underbite, snout, and the fur which covered his ears and neck you would have been staring back at the love of your life.

Were you?

“It’s … It’s been so long,” he groaned, his clawed hands slipping from your shoulders to grab at your hips, “... Missed you so much, sweetheart.”

You strung together a jumbled, nonsensical sentence as you tried to address him but nervous laughter and choked sobs thread their way between each word. Every inch of your skin felt as though it were on fire as rough pawed hands felt you up leaving a trail of heat in their wake. It was unmistakably familiar, the ways in which he explored your body. Grabbing at your hips only to smooth his hands across the expanse of your back, that was how Daichi touched you. A habit that you were so familiar with you’d think it was odd if he didn’t squeeze your hips when he held you in his arms.

“Is it really you?”

He nodded his head, his face contorting into what you assumed to be a smile.

“Then you should let me go,” you cried, pawing at his chest in the hopes he’d remove some of his weight off of you, “We can talk but you need to let me up, please.”

“You’re hurting me,” those words danced on the tip of your tongue as you pleaded with him. You couldn’t bring yourself to say them, he’s never once done anything to hurt you, he didn’t mean to now, you were sure of it. He must not have been aware of how much larger he’s grown, how much heavier.

He shakes his head, globs of salvia flicking out of his mouth. Pressing his hips against yours, Daichi lets out a choked moan, “Need you right now,” he says, his claws threatening to tear up your shirt, “It’s been so long, need to make up…”

His mouth presses against yours in an attempt to kiss you but it’s full of teeth digging into your lips and cheeks until he decides to slip his tongue out. The warm, slimy appendage sliding over your gums and slipping down your throat for a moment. Pushing against his shoulders you let out a strangled breath as he violates your mouth. You hear your clothing be shred to bits before you feel it, the cool night washing over your bare skin, goosebumps rising along your arms. Your chest heaved the moment he gave you even the slightest reprieve. Nuzzling against your cheek he dragged his tongue from your jaw up to your temple, emitting a low whine at the taste of your skin. Cradling your face between his paws for a moment he smiles, his nose rubbing gently against yours. Tears sprung in your eyes, the small gesture so familiar it broke your heart.

Mumbling to yourself for a moment you caressed the side of his face, “I want you,” you felt repulsive for even entertaining the idea but he looked at you like some desperate puppy and you missed the feel of his hands on your body. You never allowed Kōshi to touch you and he never made a move to. Was it really so wrong when he was your husband whom you loved more than life itself? “Make love to me Daichi,” you whimpered, “Please, baby.”

The kisses you plant against his mouth are desperate, your hands smoothing over his abdomen, greedily drinking in the feel of his sinewy chest and silken fur that lines it. You can feel the veins bulging against his taut skin with each swipe of your hand. He’s solid and warm, two things that cement the fact that this was real, that he came back. It was the one thing you needed a constant reminder of as the last few traces of fear and adrenaline slipped away. You were filled with need, it fueled each and every move you made, the one driving force left at this point. And it drove Daichi. An animalistic instinct pumping through his veins, growing stronger with each huff and puff that left his chest.

In one fell swoop, Daichi rolled over so that you were on top of him, your thighs snuggly wrapped around his meaty hips. His claws tore at your bottoms, slicing through the material with ease, eagerly grappling at your hips to tear away your underwear. Effortlessly hoisting you up to his chest, Daichi let out a groan as he deeply inhaled your scent. Your knees buckled as the tip of his nose brushed against your slit. He groaned even louder at the taste of your cunt, his tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he took his time relishing in your scent. Fear was one hell of an aphrodisiac. Sticky slick coating your inner thighs, practically dripping into Daichi’s mouth. Like a man starved he dug into you as if it’d kill him to wait any longer. He moaned into your cunt, his tongue swirling around your puffy clit. It’s intoxicating, your very presence made him dizzy, his head spinning in ways they hadn’t in years.

Daichi can’t think, he can’t breathe. Not with you around, not with you like this. He promised himself he’d be good for you, he’d be gentle with you but was drunk with a carnal lust so powerful he just couldn’t stop himself. His claws pressed deeply into your thighs, pain prickling across your skin with each passing second. It mingled with the sparks of pleasure dancing up your spine, overpowering everything else. Nothing ever compares to the feel of Daichi’s on your body. Your jaw dropped open as he wrapped his lips around your clit, slurping on the bud as he pressed your pussy closer to his face. The fur lining his jaw and chin tickled your skin, it brought a giggle to your lips but laughter was soon replaced with a gasp as his tongue lolled out of his mouth, the tip probing your hole. The appendage stretches you surprisingly wide, filling you up nicely. It was a strange sensation, so much softer than you were used to but it had your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. Your hips jerked in his hold, his tight grip only granting you the freedom of a measly twitch.

“Daichi,” you sighed, your chest heaving, “Oh baby, I’m so close.”

Your hands slip down to grab at the wild mess of hair that laid atop his head. It felt just as it always did when you carded your fingers through the spiky strands. It was unlike the rough and matted fur that covered every inch of his body. His chest rumbled beneath you as he crooned at the gentle petting.

“Make me cum… fuck!... Please…”

Daichi’s nostrils flared, his blood pumping so quickly so violently that he couldn’t hear anything over the loud rhythmic thumping of his heart.

His sharp, jagged claws slashed the tender skin of your thighs as you came. A choked scream forced its way out of your throat, your mind split in two. Your body didn’t know how to react, it heaved forward, muscles tightening on their own accord as you forced yourself to remain upright, riding out your orgasm, strangled pants all you could muster. Stumbling off of him, you slink onto the floor beside Daichi, blood trickling down your legs. He’s yet to notice, a look of bliss on his face as he licks his lips, greedily swallowing every last drop of your essence. It isn’t until he turns his head, eyes glazed over that he notices the three large cuts spanning across your skin. They aren’t very deep, but they stung. You suppose it should feel worse, but you don’t feel anything but lust and a need so strong that you’re already looking past the pain.

Daichi looks like a kicked puppy, flopping onto his stomach to nuzzle against your thighs in an apologetic manner. It smears the blood across his face, mingling with his sweat-soaked fur.

“I know you didn’t mean it, baby,” you whisper, wiping away the tears that managed to wet your cheeks with a shaky hand, “I’m not upset, I know you’d never purposely hurt me.”

Petting his head, your fingertips brush against his large ears. as he leans in further, his blackish tongue darting to lap up the hot sticky blood that spurts out with each small movement. Your nose crinkles up in disgust but he’s quick to clean you up with the utmost care. Perhaps it was the adrenaline coursing through your body but you allowed yourself to slip onto your back, legs spread wide to accommodate his large frame once he’s finished with your wounds.

“I’m sorry,” he rasps, pressing his forehead against yours, his arms pressed firmly against his sides, “Let me take care of you.”

Regret and shame fill him and it makes him happy. These feelings make him feel more humane than he’s felt in so long. Only you could bring him back to who he was and he should feel sickened for being near overjoyed but he doesn’t. It’s electrifying, knowing that he’s capable of such remorse. Though the longer he mulls over the feeling, Daichi realizes that he shouldn’t have been surprised in the first place. He spent years thinking of you, waiting for the day you’d waltz back into his life because you completed him. There was never a shadow of a doubt when it came to you, so elation felt right not surprise. You always brought out the best in him and his condition would never change that.

Shaking your head you smile at him, eyes still watery, “I’m okay Daichi, promise,” your eyes flit across his face, “I need you, so don’t stop,” it comes out whiner than you mean it to be but you can’t help it, “This is how you can take care of me…”

You don’t know what the future might hold and you don’t care. There’s no possible reality in which things could revert back to the way they were but it’s the furthest thing from your mind. All you need is the here and now, you’d smooth out all the bumps and cracks when you could no longer deny their presence. All you want is him, that’s all you’ve wanted for the past four years. You’d be damned if you allowed one tiny, inconsequential bump in the road to end things now.

Tugging him closer to you, your eyes trailed down his pelvis. He looked the most human down there. His cock much longer and girthier than it had been before, a sweltering red-tinted head that leaked precum. It wasn’t the sheer size that intimidated you but the roundish bulb that sat near the base. You weren’t sure what it was, or why it looked like that but you chose not to dwell on its presence. Your breath was stolen straight from your lungs as Daichi pressed into you, the bulbous head hot against your dripping cunt. Adjusting to his size is hellish, your fingernails dig into the worn wooden floors, pieces chipping underneath your hands as you seek some semblance of purchase in the flat ground. A flurry of words jumbled with sharp gasps tumbles from your lips. The stretch burns, you feel like his cock is splitting you in two with each painstakingly slow movement. The floorboards creak and splinter under Daichi’s claws, his muscles bulging as he forces himself to remain slow, keeping as much of himself away from you as he can.

Your velvet walls fluttered around his length, pulling him in deeper. The slow drag of his hips wasn’t enough to satiate your greedy, drooling cunt. Grunts and pleasure-fuelled growls fill your ears as your back meets the ground, your head flopping to the side, a soft puff of air pushing past your lips. Daichi chants your name like a prayer, each syllable more refined than the last. His voice grows more and more steady with each passing beat, a bliss-filled haze settling over him. Grabbing hold of his meaty forearms you moan out his name; stars blurring your vision, a delicious heat dancing its way up to your belly. The knot swells with each rhythmic thrust, syrupy sweet slick dripping down the rest of his length.

“Can I?” he questions, a moan cutting into his words.

You nod your head without thinking. You’ll take whatever he’ll give, the honeyed sounds that leave him so intoxicating you feel drunk with lust. His paw wraps around your wrist as he guides it down to where your bodies meet. Your hips jerk up into your hand when two of your fingers press a firm circle into your clit. Your cunt squelches obscenely loud, it’s heard above each and every heady sound you make.

“Mine,” he mutters, his hips roughly snapping into yours, “You’re all mine,” the base of his knot pressing against your already stretched hole, “My pretty baby.”

His nostrils flare, his jaw jutting out further. It takes every fibre of his being not to plunge his knot into you without a care, to allow those horrid bestial desires to push you even further past your limits. Your fragile human body wasn’t made for this but you took it with such grace he could have been fooled. You writhe beneath him, a shrill squeal bubbling up as he bottomed out. The tip of his cock was pressed snuggly against your cervix. His cock throbs against your walls as he cums, warm white seed painting your insides. There’s so much of it, you feel uncomfortably full as ropes of it spill into you, his fat swollen knot preventing any of it from leaking out.

Rubbing your thumb against his forearm you nod weakly, “Only yours,” you whisper, “He means nothing to me.”

It’s like a weight has been lifted from your chest. The admission was so freeing that this was the first time you ever dared to admit it to yourself.

“I love you.”

Those three words you’d been aching to say once more to him came out as a desperate sob, this wasn’t how you wanted to tell him but once you said them they just kept pouring out over and over again until it felt right.

Your cunt creamed around his length; complete and utter satisfaction rolling over you in waves. Shakily inhaling you pat his arm, lips downturn, “You’re the only one I’ve ever loved,” you say, grabbing his hand to kiss his knuckles, “Don’t leave me again, I don’t think I’d be able to survive it.”

“I won’t, I swear it,” he says, shifting some of his weight on top of you, “Never again.”

A pair of hurried footfalls draw closer. Daichi chooses to ignore them, wrapping his arms tightly around your torso so your bare body is flush against his balmy, fur-lined skin. He stood in the doorway, panting, his face red from the chilly night air. Fear was present in Kōshi’s eyes, but they were different from what you saw earlier in the evening. You wonder how much he’s seen if he’s caught on, or even if he was privy to the scene splayed out before him.

None of that matters though.

He’s had to have seen enough to understand that this game of pretending you had been playing was over.

You were granted your fairytale ending and you were talking it without looking back, it didn’t matter how warped it was. You knew enough of how fairy tales worked to know that even an ounce of doubt would send you straight back into the clutches of a miserable partnership.

You weren’t taking any chances.

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