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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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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?”

[lady-lauren]

deep down we all want to fuck the benedict cumberbatch version of Smaug