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Day 2: Breeding Kink

Day 2 of Kinktober and… I got carried away with this one. The others are not going to be nearly as long as this one, so you guys are gonna be spoiled with this. I hope you enjoy it! Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ only content. Some warnings for violence and blood mentioned, though nothing too graphic. PinV sex, unprotected, consensual, nonhuman character, exophilia, slight hint of biting kink

Tags: Dilf!werewolf x reader, exophilia, kinktober

Moonlight Through Colored Leaves

When you’d first moved to the tiny Irish town in the middle of nowhere, you’d originally hoped to escape the family drama that haunted you back in America. Thanks to your grandfather’s Irish immigration, you’d been able to get an Irish citizenship and move relatively easily. So, you’d packed your bags, only told your grandfather where you were going, and boarded the first flight to Ireland you could catch.

You’d quietly made your way to your grandfather’s tiny hometown far out in the countryside, and moved into the long-since abandoned house that had belonged to your ancestors before. Though it had been run down and you’d had to do some major repairs and cleaning, you’d finally made a cozy cottage on the outskirts of the small village-like town.

The town had been quite welcoming and friendly, and you’d quickly found a job working at the local town pub as a waitress. Your boss had been very welcoming, and you’d earned favor from your coworkers and boss for your hard work and quiet, unassuming diligence. The pay was good, and you found yourself growing comfortable in the sleepy town life, meeting your neighbors and getting familiar with the town dynamics.

You’d just gone in for your shift of the day when conversation caught your ear. You put on your waitress apron, pulling your hair up into a ponytail and walking out to the bar to grab your tray.

“Did you hear about the news?” Jaina asked, arms propped on the countertop. “I mean, about that Romanian vamp that landed on Scotland the other day. Word is that he’s headed this way.”

“Well why would it want teh come here?” Sean snorted. “We’re out in teh middle o’ nowhere, Janie, t’ere ain’t not’in’ here t’at it would want.”

“Well didn’t you hear that apparently they’re expecting Agent Blue to be chasing it down with the Dullahan?” Jaina hissed. “Why wouldn’t they come over here?”

You hid your discreet grimace, instead walking out in front of the bar. To your delight and surprise, you found yourself facing a familiar little figure sitting at the bar in a corner. The little girl caught sight of you and squealed, waving.

You went over to her giving her a hug. “Well hello there, Miss Morrigan,” you greeted cheerfully. “How are you this fine evening? Having a drink?” you teased, noticing the glass of juice near her notebook.

She giggled, nodding. “Yeah! I’m with Daddy today,” she answered, feet kicking against the bar. She turned her head to see the bartender approaching. “Daddy!” she said excitedly. “Look, it’s the nice neighbor lady I told you about!”

You looked up to see Lysander Sullivan standing there, polishing a glass with a cloth. He gazed down at his daughter with a fond look deep in his eyes, then turned to look at you, his ice blue eyes meeting yours.

“Is that so?” he asked, his deep voice a low rumble in the relatively quiet bar. It hadn’t gotten to heavy traffic times, so there weren’t many people around yet. His grey-flecked hair had been swept back into an elastic band, and his beard had been neatly trimmed.

You gave him a small, shy smile, a little embarrassed. Though you knew that the man lived next to your property, you’d been a bit timid about approaching him. He was a kind enough gentleman from everything you’d seen and heard, and he’d watched out for you as you worked, but you didn’t see any reason why he’d be interested in any further contact with you. After all, you were a younger woman in your mid-twenties that lived alone.

“Yeah! She helps me with homework sometimes,” Morrigan prattled on, “and she lets me water her flowers!”

You laughed a little, feeling the color splash across your cheeks. “Well, I certainly enjoy the little Queen’s company,” you admitted. You’d heard some of the other workers gossip about Lysander, saying that he was a single father to nine-year-old Morrigan and that her mother had died in a tragic accident. You didn’t really know, and you’d tried not to pry or overhear too much. The man had a right to privacy, just like you had things you were running from as well.

“Thank you for looking out for the little cub,” Lysander said, a small smile crossing his face. He mellowed out around his daughter, his love clear in how he interacted with her.

“Of course. It’s a delight,” you said, smiling at Morrigan. “She’s a smart little cookie, aren’t you, Queenie?” you asked, tugging at her pigtail teasingly.

She giggled. “Yeah!” Then she tilted her head at you. “Are you working with Daddy tonight?” she asked curiously.

“O-oh, well, sort of,” you stammered, taken aback a little. “He works behind the counter, but I serve people out there,” you said, motioning to the tables. “So I guess we do, in a way.”

Morrigan nodded sagely. “Ohhh, so you do the food and Daddy does the drinks.” She nodded, satisfied at her conclusion. “Oh, I’m making a drawing! I want you to see it later, when I’m finished,” she said, tugging at your sleeve.

You smiled. “Of course, Queenie. You just let me know and I’ll pop by when I have a moment, alright?” you promised.

She nodded, turning back to her notebook and picking up her crayons again. Tongue poked out, she diligently returned to her masterpiece. You gave her a fond smile, noting the way the soft lights made a halo in her blonde hair.

“She’s such an angel,” you murmured, grabbing some straws from the bar to stick into your pocket.

“Aye, that she is.” Lysander’s comment almost startled you. He glanced at you across the bar, the sleeves of his crisp maroon button-up rolled halfway up his arms. “I apologize for not bein’ a better neighbor,” he remarked.

You blinked, then reached up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. “Oh, no— not at all,” you blurted, then gave him a chagrined smile. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’d met Morrigan when she was coming back from school, since I was in the front yard. She just… hopped on over, so I said hi. Honestly I should have introduced myself better, but…” You bit your lip. “I just kept putting it off because I didn’t want to bother you…”

He blinked, then chuckled slightly, as though surprised. “An’ here I thought it was ‘cause you didn’t really like me for some reason,” he said, amusement laced in his tone.

You gave him a horrified look. “Oh! Not at all!” You shook your head with a sigh, tugging mournfully at your ponytail. “I’m… notoriously bad at meeting people for the first time,” you groaned. “I just get nervous and tongue tied and I don’t know how to interact and… ugh.” You winced. “I am sorry, Mr. Sullivan. I should be a better neighbor, especially since I somehow got to know your daughter.” You half-laughed at yourself.

He waved you off. “I’m just glad you get along with Mor,” he chuckled. “She speaks endlessly about you. Seems like you’ve impressed her.”

You looked up at him, genuinely surprised. “Really?” you wondered, glancing at the girl. Then you smiled. “Well, I’m flattered. She’s such a smart, curious girl. I’m rather honored that she’d find me interesting.” You breathed a laugh, then glanced up at him. “I should get to my station, but… if you don’t mind, would it be alright if I swung by tomorrow to say hi and properly introduce myself?”

He nodded calmly. “Of course. She gets back home from school at three, if you wanted to catch her as well.”

You nodded, propping the tray on your hip. “Thank you! I’ll do that. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll stop procrastinating and actually start working,” you laughed, and walked off with a wave.

The night progressed relatively smoothly, customers rotating in and out with regulars stopping by. The crowds ebbed and flowed, sometimes more rowdy and sometimes more calm. Still, you enjoyed the atmosphere and the liveliness of it all. Despite it being a pub, and an Irish one at that, the town was small and most people knew everyone else. Plus, Lysander was the bartender for more than one reason. Everyone knew that making trouble of any sort was not tolerated and had force to back it up.

You occasionally popped by Morrigan’s place at the bar, either to have a chat or to admire the progress she’d made on her drawing. And throughout the night, your worries started to mount the more gossip you heard around the pub. Some of them had heard confirmation that the Romanian vampire gone mad was making a beeline for Ireland, though no one seemed to know why. There were even more rumors that Agent Blue, the famous Will-o-the-Wisp, was after the rampaging Pricoli. And still others said that the Scott Pack would be making a reappearance.

Once you’d finished your shift and helped close up shop, you started the trudge back to your cottage down the road. It wasn’t a far walk, really, and it gave you some time to think and clear your head from the smells of the pub. Reaching up, you pulled your hair free from the ponytail and sighed, shoulders slumping.

You’d come to Ireland to escape your problems, but it felt like they were all closing in on you as the days went by. As you got home and got ready for bed, you wondered if it was asking too much to hope for some peace.

Instead, you distracted yourself by trying to think of something to make for the Sullivans the next day. You didn’t want to go empty handed, after all. Maybe some bread-?

You fell asleep thinking about it.

~

You’d just lifted your hand to knock when the door flung open. Morrigan practically tackled you, wrapping her arms around your waist with a shriek of greeting.

Laughing, you balanced yourself and wrapped an arm around her. “Well hello, Queenie,” you greeted. “It’s wonderful to see you.”

She grabbed your hand and dragged you in, chattering happily about her day at school. “Oh, and you should have heard how everyone laughed!” She interrupted herself as she led you into the kitchen. “Daddy, she’s here!” she called.

Trying to balance the homemade sourdough in one hand while still holding Morrigan’s with the other, you looked up to give Lysander a helpless smile. “Hello, Mr. Sullivan,” you greeted, a little breathlessly.

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching up in amusement. “Well hallo, Miss,” he greeted back, wiping his hands with a towel. “Mor, why don’t you let her set the plate down before anything drops,” he said, shaking his head.

Morrigan let go of your hand, bouncing up and down. “Ooh, what is it?”

You offered it to Lysander, a little flustered. “I… well, I didn’t really want to come without an offering, so… I made some homemade sourdough,” you offered, a little awkwardly. “I hope you like it, it’s a fresh batch, still warm.”

He took it from you with a nod. “Thank you. We love sourdough, don’t we, Mor?” He seemed far more comfortable in his own home, less stoic and stern than in the pub.

Morrigan nodded, throwing up her hands with a cheer. “Yeah!” She danced around. “I love bread!” Then she grabbed your hand again. “Oh, oh, you gotta come see my room! Daddy just made me a new desk, and it’s really nice and shiny!”

Lysander waved you off as you turned to him. “Go ahead. Oh, I was going to invite you to dinner,” he added. “If you’d like. The food is almost done, actually. Your bread will be a perfect addition.”

You smiled. “I’d be honored. Thank you.” Then you let Morrigan drag you away.

By the time Lysander called for you both, you’d been given the official tour of her room and had happily listened to her tell stories of what she’d done at school and the projects she planned to do in the coming days. The little girl always cheered you up with her bright and cheerful presence. If anything, it eased your heart to see the little girl clearly so healthy and happy with her Father. She openly adored him, quite the Daddy’s girl.

As the three of you sat down at the table, you realized with a slight start that you’d never felt so comfortable in Ireland as you did in this moment. It felt… right, like you’d finally come home.

“Thank you for the food,” you said, giving Lysander a grateful smile. “It looks amazing.” The soup simmered in the bowls, while the sourdough bread had been cut into slices and set by the butter.

He nodded. “Thank you for the bread.” He passed the steamed potatoes, and everyone dug into the meal.

You let out a soft hum of contentment as you ate, enjoying the rich flavors and the homey comfort food. Clearly Lysander was a good cook, and you almost envied Morrigan for being able to come home to this every night. Not that you weren’t a good cook yourself, but you supposed company really did make a difference.

“The bread is so good!” Morrigan chirped, taking a giant bite of the bread slathered in butter.

You laughed softly. “I’m glad, Queenie. Take it slow,” you warned, worried she’d choke. “The bread isn’t going anywhere.”

She nodded, scarfing down her food. “Oh, oh, Daddy, cartoons are on soon! Can I please go watch? I did all my homework!”

Lysander nodded. “Alright. Go take your dishes to the sink.”

“Thank you! Morrigan cheered, sliding down from her chair and carefully taking the dishes. She trotted to the kitchen, then got herself a glass of juice and went to go to the living room.

You realized with a slight start that this was the first time you’d been alone with Lysander. Looking down at your spoonful, you wondered if you should maybe ask him the questions that pressed on your mind. Perhaps he would know. Then again… it’s not as though he were related to your grandfather’s clan… and not to mention, most of the people in the town didn’t even know that you were aware of the nonhuman community. In fact, you were rather positive that your coworkers thought you didn’t.

“If I may ask, what brought you to this small town?” Lysander asked, his voice calm and mellow. His blue eyes glanced up at you, and the question died on your tongue.

“Oh… family history, actually,” you admitted with a smile. “And, well…” You shrugged lightly. “I needed to get away for a while. I wanted a fresh start, somewhere where people didn’t really know me.”

“Understandable.” He nodded. “I essentially did the same with Morrigan when we moved here a few years ago.”

You hummed, reaching for a piece of bread. He handed you the butter, and you gently grasped the sleeve of his flannel for a moment. “You’ve got a bit on your clothes,” you said, wiping the smeared butter off with a napkin. You’d just let go when your fingers brushed across his briefly as you took the butter. You didn’t notice the way he froze, his movements jerky as he pulled his hand back.

“Thank you.” He cleared his throat. “Do you— I mean, does any of your family still live here?”

You shook your head. “Not exactly. But technically, my extended family is here. My grandfather immigrated from Ireland to America, where I was born, but through marriage there are still people here I’m technically connected to.” You shrugged. “I haven’t really gotten in contact with them, though. They probably don’t know me that well,” you laughed with a rueful shrug. You glanced at him for a moment. “I bet it’s even harder when you have children.”

He glanced toward the living room, where the faint sound of the cartoons floated through the house. “Well, I suppose,” he admitted thoughtfully. “Still, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. She’s my life, really.”

You lowered your eyes to your plate, unable to deny how your chest tightened at the way his voice softened when he spoke of his daughter. You’d always tried to forget how much you’d been attracted to the older man. You’d only ever dated once, and while he’d been nice enough and it had ended cordially, you still hadn’t been able to forget the lingering feeling of disappointment you’d had from the experience. You’d known, after that, that it would either be a long time before you ever tried dating again or it would have to be to someone whose maturity at least matched yours. And, unfortunately for you, that tended to mostly apply to men past their forties.

You really did try to forget how Lysander ticked all the boxes.

“I can see why.” You smiled. “She’s really precious.” Your eyes slid toward the living room. “Does she… inherit from you?”

Lysander looked up, his gaze suddenly piercing as he stared at you openly.

You gave him a faint smile. “I don’t talk much about it, but my grandfather comes from the local O’Connor Faoladh Tribe,” you said calmly, taking another sip of the soup.

His shoulders relaxed, the hard edge in his expression melting away. “Ah. Yes, she does. But she hasn’t fully shifted yet. It will be another year, we think. Are you-?”

You shook your head. “Oh, no. It’s funny, really,” you said thoughtfully, motioning with your spoon. “My grandfather is Faoladh, and my mother’s side of the family is a lycanthrope pack.” Your lips twitched. “And somehow, I got the recessive genes and ended up a simple Seer.”

His eyebrow raised. “Not so simple, I’d think,” he remarked. “Aren’t Seers rather uncommon now?”

You shrugged. “For a reason. There’s plenty of potential but not many who actively practice anymore. The price is heavy for knowledge like that.”

He gave you a discerning look. “Is that what you’re running from?”

Your silver spoon clinked softly as you set it down on the edge of the plate. “I suppose you could say that,” you murmured. Your eyes closed as you shoved away the memories of distant screaming, the crackle of fire, crimson splashed across stone floors— “Or maybe toward something.” After all, you mused, there had been a reason you’d felt drawn to your grandfather’s homeland, and town in particular. And of course, you’d never been one to fight Fate too hard.

“Perhaps so,” he conceded. Then he stood. “May I take your plate?”

“Oh— please, let me help.” You stood, taking your dishes and starting towards the kitchen. “At least let me wash or dry.”

When you finally got back home, you sat down on the couch and buried your face into your hands. Seeing Morrigan and Lysander together had stirred up old memories you’d long since tried to forget. Old desires that you’d thought you’d given up on: hopes and dreams of a family to call your own.

You crawled into bed, everything inside you aching. After all, what could a Seer with a cursed fate possibly offer anyone?

~

The night the Dullahan rode into town, you’d just started closing up the pub on night shift duty.

They’d ridden in, followed by the famous Agent Blue clad in his dark robes and carrying his lantern over his shoulder. He strode in the door, followed by the Dullahan. At first, you hadn’t even noticed the other figure trailing behind them.

Your Boss, Dorian, had walked out of the back room to greet them. He, of everyone in the town, was the only one to know of your heritage, as the elected leader of the supernatural community in the town. He nodded to the group as they entered.

“Welcome, Dullahan, Agent Blue.” He nodded at them, shaking the Will-o-the-Wisp’s hand.

“Greetings in return, Chief Dorian,” Agent Blue replied, his face still covered by the hood. “Apologies for the intrusion. I’m sure you’ve heard of the Pricoli that’s been running amok all over the Isles.”

Dorian nodded. “We certainly have. I assume you’ve come on a hunt.”

“We have. And I’ve brought someone with me.” Agent Blue turned, motioning towards the back of the group.

You’d been distracted, still working on trying to finish clearing up and getting out of the way. If your boss had asked, you were ready to offer to serve the new guests as well, giving Lysander a glance that he returned with a small nod.

It wasn’t until you straightened and turned around, finished, that you heard a familiar, startled voice call your name. Turning, you looked up and saw, to your shock, a very familiar face staring at you. You froze as the figure lunged forward, wrapping you in a tight hug. After a moment, you awkwardly hugged him back, mind whirling.

“What are you doing here?” Your younger brother stared at you incredulously, holding your arms. “I didn’t even know you left home! Last I heard you were still there.”

You grasped his sleeves, disoriented. “O-Oh. Ray,” you gasped, processing. “I—“ You suppressed a flinch. “I just… moved into grandfather’s old cottage,” you stammered, then looked down. “I had to get away,” you said quietly. “It was too much.”

Of all your family, you knew that Ray would best understand. He’d been the only one to really stand up for you back home, try to support you as best as he could, being a younger sibling. When everyone else constantly reminded you of your Fate, your Destiny, Ray had been the only one who had encouraged your personal hopes and dreams, had listened to your fears and worries.

He sighed. “I mean, I can’t blame you,” he said, shaking his head. “Still… does anyone know?”

You scoffed slightly, turning your head away. “Only Grandfather ever cared about me besides you, Ray. There’s no one else who probably even asked.” You shrugged. “How is school?” You’d been the one to support him when he decided to move to Scotland to attend University. He, too, had wanted to escape home.

He grinned. “Pretty great, actually!” Then he glanced behind him. “Turns out my best mate is actually one of Agent Blue’s sons, so when the whole Pricoli thing went down, I offered to be his in to the Faoladh Tribe here. For formality, y’know.” He shrugged. “I remembered what Grandfather had always taught us about how picky Faoladh are about tradition.”

You nodded. “Yeah…” You huffed slightly. “Technically only the people in here right now even know that I’m a part of the supernatural community,” you said dryly.

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s some dedication to keep it quiet. How has the local gossip train not found you out yet?”

You snorted. “Maybe because I’ve always been quiet and kept my mouth shut.” You rolled your eyes at him, though a smile twitched on your lips. “And we both know who never can.”

He playfully cuffed your shoulder. Then he grinned. “Oh, but guess what?” His eyes sparkled. “I found my Mate!”

Your eyes widened. “Really?” Your heart lightened for him, happy that your younger brother had finally found his Mate. “Does she know yet?”

He shook his head, face falling a little. Well, not yet. I mean, I’ve kinda only just met her and all, so… and it’s kinda awkward, cause…” He winced. “Well, she’s my best mate’s younger sister.”

You gave him an incredulous look, then sighed, shaking your head. “Well, good luck with that one, Ray,” you snorted. “You’ve gotten yourself into quite the situation with that one.”

He shrugged. “I know, but…” His grin turned goofy. “She’s so pretty. You should see her. She’s even pretty sassy, kinda like you are with me.”

You laughed softly, patting his arm. “Well, I’m glad I was able to catch up with you. If you need a place to stay, you know my house is always open to you.”

He nodded. “Thanks, sis. I should probably head back. I don’t know what else they might want me for.” He paused, then gave you an odd look. “Have you… found anyone?”

You blinked at him, startled. “What? Ray, you know what my Fate says.” You frowned.

An odd expression crossed his face, then he shook his head. “Yeah, I know. Just… don’t forget the promise you made me.”

You sighed. “I won’t, Ray.” As if you ever could, you thought with a hint of bitterness. He wouldn’t let you.

He squeezed your hand, slipping a piece of paper into your grasp. “Text me. I wanna keep in touch.”

You nodded, pocketing the note. “Thanks. Good luck, Ray. Stay safe.”

He nodded, then jogged back to Agent Blue with a wave. You were left to stand there, your heart sinking with every step he took away from you. Everything was lining up far too well. Though you’d vainly hoped to escape from the Fate that had hung over your head for so long, it seemed as though you’d just walked right into it instead.

Turning back to the bar, you quietly packed up your things. Bidding Lysander goodnight, you checked to make sure Dorian didn’t need you and headed back for home.

It was only a matter of time.

~

Rain splattered against the ground, heavy and thick like a curtain. Shielding your eyes from the drops, you pushed yourself to run, faster, as fast as you could. There was no time left to think.

The vision you’d had kneeling under the large Fae Maypole tree you’d found in the forest nearby kept flashing through your mind, insistent and horrific. Your Fate loomed, past and future meshing into the present in ways you could hardly stand. You’d thought you’d been running, cowardly but maybe safe from the Sword of Damocles—but now here you were, fallen headlong into the trap of the Fate you’d known since childhood would claim your life.

And yet your feet would not stop running, pushing you forward without hesitation. Was this not worth it? Was this Fate—this Fate that you’d feared for so long, hated and loathed and tried in futility to escape—was it truly so horrendous? Now that you were here? In this moment of truth?

You barreled up the steps, slamming your shoulder against the door without a pause. It broke, sending you headlong across the threshold to skid across the carpet. Ignoring the burn on your arm, you looked up as you heard a scream. Morrigan’s face stared at you, sheet white as she curled up in fear by the foot of the couch.

Jacking yourself up, you didn’t take time to glance behind you. “Mor, into the safe room,” you gasped, “your Daddy sent me, okay? I need you to get in the safe room, now.”

She nodded shakily, bravely scrambling to her feet and running towards the safe room that Lysander had made for her. Nothing would get through the doors, you knew, once they locked. You waited until you heard the lock click, then turned and scrambled back out the busted door.

In the empty area between your houses, out on the outskirts of the town, everything seemed oddly distant yet crystal clear. Your memories nudged at you, whispering about the deja vu that filled your every pore at the sight of the green, rolling grass and the relentless rain that poured over everything. In the distance, the red glare of a fire fueled by gas and undaunted by rain began to dominate the color of the sky.

It didn’t surprise you when cold fingers wrapped around your throat, leaving mottled bruises to bloom against your skin. You stood still, knowing that any movement might crush your throat. You may have been Fated to die, but not until you’d finished your task.

The enraged Pricoli snarled, hissing in your ear. “I know he sent you to hide her,” he sneered. “You helpless, pitiful Seer. For all your preeminence, did you not find a way to best me?” he barked a laugh, maniacal and loud. “You useless Seers and your cursed fates—and for what? A single moment of ruined glory?”

Your breath shallowed, airflow restricted. Agent Blue, several Dullahan, your brother, Dorian, and Lysander all emerged from the tree line, pausing as they saw you being held hostage. You closed your eyes for a moment as the icy hands constricted around your throat even further.

“Tell me where she is, and you get to live, Seer,” he snarled, his face nearing your ear. “She is my perfect match, my BloodSong. She is fated to be mine, my apprentice!” he howled. “Give her to me, my right!” His nails started to lengthen, turning into claws, digging against your skin. “Or I’ll drink you dry first and use you as fuel to take these maggots down.”

You brother’s face had gone ashen in horror, staring at you as though trying to deny his own eyes. His face twisted in despair.

“I’ll never give her up to you,” you answered, aware that everyone could hear you despite the rain. You tilted your head up, letting the rain wash over your face. “I am a Seer,” you declared, loudly, proud of it for the first time in your life. “And I embrace the Curse of my Fate. I pay the price gladly, if it means the power to make sure you never lay a finger on her.”

The Pricoli snarled, the rage almost audibly warping his voice into something demonic. “Then meet your Fate, Seer.”

Your knees gave out the moment his fangs ripped into your jugular. Strangely enough, the pain wasn’t even that bad, you mused hazily. Your eyes—were they blurred by tears or the rain?—rolled up to see your brother, mouth open as he reached for you. Even Lysander, white fur matted and soaked, had his maw open as his snout pointed to the sky.

Distantly, you could hear screaming. A roar, loud, tumbling through your chest, rattling into the ground. The crackling of fire. Everything started to get.. so… cold. Vaguely, as the hand shoved you forward and you landed against the ground, you could see out of the corner of your eye the Pricoli hunch forward. Despite the pain, the numbness… your lips curled in a vindictive smile.

The crimson eyes turned to you, a horrified anger sweeping through them as they landed on your twisted grin. A cold hand went up to his throat, and the Pricoli started to choke. His body lurched, tongue lolling as he gagged on your blood, his veins starting to light from the inside out with a toxic green. Slowly, agonizingly, he fell to his knees, his face contorted in a paroxysm of agony as he choked on your blood, your concentrated inherent magic tearing him apart from the inside out.

Your limbs felt sluggish as you forced yourself up, your ears ringing. Reaching up, you pressed your hand to your ruined neck and staggered to your feet, starting to lurch away from the destroyed corpse of the Pricoli. Warmth smeared across your skin, and every breath sent needles raking down your throat and into your lungs. Your feet stumbled, and before you realized it, you were leaning against something broad and firm.

Two icy blue eyes stared down at you, claws wrapping around your arms. Strangely enough, though, you didn’t fear that grasp. Lysander’s maw moved, you noticed faintly, but all you could hear was the persistent ringing in your ears. Vaguely, you reached up, your fingers clumsily landing on the side of his snout. Red smeared his fur, and your arm dropped down numbly to your side.

With the last of your strength, you forced your mouth to form the words that your shattered throat couldn’t say. Tell her goodbye.

The world spun into crimson.

~

Shivering, you shook your head as you curled into the corner that you’d pressed yourself into. Tears burned behind your eyes, and you heard your breath start to rasp and wheeze, rattling your throat.

Your brother’s face crumpled as he stared at you. “Please,” he begged, his voice wavering. “You need to drink.”

Agent Blue rested his hand on Ray’s shoulder. “Take it easy, son,” he said, voice firm but compassionate. “She’s understandably frightened. Even though she’s successfully gone through the change to being a damphyr, she’s had quite the scare and probably doesn’t want to feed.”

“But she needs to!” Ray exclaimed, frustration lacing his voice. “She’s already hurting.”

It was driving you insane. The pure power of the Will-o-the-Wisp’s blood was calling to you like a tempting beacon, and your brother’s hot blood practically screamed at you. The thirst flared in your throat, an ache so powerful you wanted to gag. It was like sandpaper. But you didn’t want to feed from them. You didn’t want to risk losing control, didn’t want to didn’t want to didn’t want to—

“I’ll take care of her.” Lysander stepped into the room. He turned to Ray. “She gave her life to save my daughter. This is the least I can do. I promise she’ll be in good hands.”

Your brother paused, then sighed, shoulders slumping. “I know you will, Sir,” he said, defeated. “I just…” He glanced over at you, eyes reflecting his misery.

Lysander reached out, squeezing Ray’s shoulder. “I understand,” he said quietly.

Ray nodded, then approached you again carefully. “Hey.” His voice softened. “I know you probably don’t want me around. But you have my number. Please, just… contact me when you’re ready, ok? You know I’ll be here for you, like I always have been. I’m gonna go back to Scotland, but you know how to reach me if you need anything. I won’t tell any of the family that you’re here.”

Swallowing back the drool, you tentatively reached out and barely ghosted your fingers against his cheek, hoping your eyes would convey your thanks. You just… needed space. Away from him, to control yourself, get yourself together.

But his expression turned a little more hopeful, and he nodded. “Love you, sis,” he said quietly. “Please… live.” With a small smile, he stood and followed Agent Blue out of the room.

With a quiet whine, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to push past the unbearable, insistent pain scratching down your throat. Your throat roared for a drink. Your eyes snapped open when you heard Lysander approach. Though you didn’t know why, his presence always sent you into an absolute panic, though not of fear. Your thirst around him seemed to impossibly skyrocket. Like something about him drove you crazy.

He knelt, his blue eyes fixed on yours. He reached out slowly, giving you a chance to move away. Instead, your body froze, entirely fixating on the way his plaid shirtsleeve pulled tight around his arm, rolled up to his elbow. You swallowed thickly, his blood an absolute siren call. You could smell it, practically taste it. Dripping down your throat, into your veins, ambrosia sweet and thick— Drool slipped down the corner of your mouth, past the pressure of fangs against your lips.

Lysander’s eyes strained. “I know what it does to you,” he said quietly. “Just the fact that you’re not lunging for me right now is…” He sighed, his other hand raking through his hair. “I don’t know if I’m impressed or-“ His lips twisted as he cut himself off, as though conflicted. “There’s a reason why my blood calls to you.” He settled himself in front of you, making you want to scream as both relief and a frenzy of want roared through you.

“Of course, Mor is my daughter,” Lysander said, his voice low as he looked down at the floor between you. “But her Mother was… not my true Mate.” He sighed. “I didn’t really care, because I loved her. But she… well, she left me. Didn’t want Mor, didn’t want… me.” A self-depreciating smile passed across his face. “But it was okay, I had Mor and I only wanted the best for her. But still… somewhere inside me, I knew that my true Mate was out there somewhere.”

You almost couldn’t focus, his proximity almost painful because he was too far, and yet not close enough—

“And then you appeared, and Mor started to love you, and I—“ He sighed, hand reaching up to cover his face. “And I didn’t know if I wanted to run or stay.” His shoulders slumped. “Seeing you with Mor, working with you, talking with you… every moment I spend with you near is like agony, but when you leave it’s like you take a part of me with you and I can’t breathe.”

Abruptly, your mouth went dry, shocked almost clear out of bloodlust. Wait, was he saying-?

“I told myself that you’d be better off without me,” Lysander admitted, voice thick. “I’m… not young any more. You’re beautiful and— and you have so much more promise, a whole life ahead of you… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’d gone for so long without my true Mate, I thought I’d be fine. But when I saw you lying on the ground…” He turned his face away, jaw ticking, a wild, feral light in his eyes. A low snarl rumbled through his chest, dissolving into a whine he quickly cut off.

He looked back up at you. “I’m not telling you this to make you feel… obligated to do anything. But you deserve to know the reason why my blood calls to you so strongly, and why— why I want you to drink from me. Why I don’t mind.”

Your mind whirled. The permission. The heady scent of his blood. The warmth he promised. The realization that he was calling you his true Mate. The way he looked at you, like you were the only thing he’d ever wanted.

Reaching up, you clapped your hand over your mouth with a half-sob of desperation. You wanted it. You practically ached for it, the kindness and love he offered. The promise of a family, a home, someone who had seen you at your worst and still somehow wanted you.

“Please,” Lysander rasped, his eyes laced with that same desperation roiling in his gut. “You don’t even have to accept me as a Mate. But you need to feed, and I—“

You were at your limit. You’d already taxed yourself as a newborn damphyr somehow trying to resist the frenzy of the first feed, and now that your Mate was in front of you, offering freely, practically begging you to feed from him, you could only take so much.

You lunged, a snarl dying on your lips as you lunged forward, the strength of your desperation actually knocking the seasoned werewolf down onto the floor. And still, even as you straddled his waist, your fingers curled around his shoulder, eyes fixed on the tempting expanse of his neck… you still tried to fight. Still tried to fight it, to control yourself.

But Lysander’s broad, warm hands gently wrapped around your waist, not fighting or pushing you off. The scar slashing across the left side of his face seemed to glow in the light streaming through the curtained window, and he gave you a smile.

“It’s okay,” he said, voice low and soothing. “I can handle it. I know you won’t hurt me.”

You shuddered, drool dripping down your fangs. Leaning forward slowly, you tried to keep yourself paced, tried to force yourself to some modicum of control. Mouth opening, you lowered your head until your fangs just barely grazed the crook of his neck and shoulder, not too close to his jugular but just enough.

The moment your fangs sank into his throat, Lysander’s fingers went weak around your waist. A deep groan pooled into the air, and a tremor ran through his body underneath you.

Heat pooled in your stomach, even as his blood slid down your throat with a satisfaction unparalleled. He tasted sweet and dusky, like fresh bread and sunshine, and freshly-cut grass after the rain. The pure heat and warmth he radiated soaked into you, and you felt the bloodlust slowly slake as you drank. Finally, you forced yourself to let go, vaguely aware with your instincts that you’d taken enough to not hurt him but probably still leave him a bit lightheaded for a moment.

The bite wound almost instantly healed over, and his grasp on your waist tightened again, fingers flexing as he regained his bearings.

You leaned your head against his chest, the gratitude and shame warring inside you. Grateful that he’d been so kind, so understanding and gentle. Ashamed of your own arousal, the way your entire being reacted to him.

Your name slipped from his lips, and a moment later his face pressed into your hair. His voice ached with the same torn desire that roiled through you. “I shouldn’t—“ He sucked in a sharp breath as you pressed your body flush against his. You could feel how tight his pants were, could feel the lines of his bulge pressed up against your thigh. A choked groan accompanied the way his hands spasmed around your waist.

“Mate.” The whisper slid from your mouth, the first thing you’d said aloud since your change. Your fingers clenched in his flannel shirt. “Mate… wants me?” Your voice cracked with your fear. Fear that he wouldn’t want to deal with you after all, that you weren’t worth it—

He pulled you closer to him, hand sliding to your hair. “So damn much, sweetheart,” he rasped, cradling your head to his shoulder. “You’re so goddamn beautiful and fierce— I don’t care if you’re human, Seer, damphyr. You’re my true Mate, my love.”

And you buried your face into his shoulder and let yourself shed a few tears of relief. He wanted you. Accepted you, in spite of everything.

“I know it’s not fair to ask you to stay,” his voice strained. “You gave your life for Morrigan, and I’m so much older—“

You reached up, your hands sliding up to cup his jaw as you slanted your lips over his, tears slipping down your cheeks. His mouth opened, kissing you back with a fervor as he splayed his hand over your lower back, pressing you into him. He let out a low growl, the sound rumbling through his chest and straight into your body. Your entire body flushed, and you let out a quiet whimper.

Almost before you could register it, he flipped you over onto the floor, hovering over you. His teeth bared, and he stared down at you with a heat in his eyes that scorched through you. His hands clenched around your waist, pulling your hips flush against his.

You whimpered, tilting your head to the side and exposing your throat to him, sprawled against the floor. Your chest heaved with breath, and a moment later his teeth closed gently on the arch of your neck. A soft breathy moan escaped your lips, eyes fluttering closed as his scent washed over you, his mouth marking your neck, replacing the memory of the Pricoli’s fingerprints mottled against your skin.

With an effort, Lysander wrenched himself away, though he half rutted against you. “Darling, I’m going to need you to tell me if you don’t want this,” he rasped, voice thick and half a snarl already.

“Lysander,” you whispered, lips caressing his name.

His hips stuttered, and he pulled you up against him before heaving himself up and staggering to the bed. He lowered you onto the bed, wasting no time before he practically yanked you to him, his hands hot and greedy. He kissed you, somehow still gentle and yet needy enough to take your breath away.

“May I?” He tapped your shirt.

You nodded shyly, letting him slide it off of you. You lifted your hips in an invitation, and he lowered his mouth to your neck as he slipped your shorts off. He groaned, hands sliding across your bared skin. His skin felt so hot to the touch against your chilled body, wholly satisfying. You practically melted into his hands like putty, malleable to however he touched you, moved you. He made you feel safe. Loved. Cherished. Wanted.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “So beautiful, leannen.” The Gaelic spilled naturally from his mouth as he slid his hands under your back, unhooking your bra. You let him slide it off, too desperate for the warmth of his hands to process embarrassment. His hands cupped your breasts, callouses rasping across your nipples in a way that left your breathless and aching.

You whimpered, a little encouraged by the way you felt his bulge throb against you at the sound. Fingers tangling in his shirt, you tilted your head for air, arching into his hands.

“Fuck,” Lysander hissed against your jaw, his hips rolling into you. His hands slid lower, and his thumbs hooked in your underwear. “Can I?”

You nodded, fingers clenching against his shoulders as he slid them off. His shirt was already straining at the seams, threatening to rip. At your tug, he took a moment to reach down and practically rip his shirt off, tossing it uncaringly to the side as he opened his mouth against your neck.

You were already dripping, just his touch and scent enough to arouse you. Breath hissed through his teeth as his fingers dragged through your slick, just barely brushing past your clit. A whine escaped your lips as you shivered, fingers slipping against his chest.

“You smell so good,” Lysander groaned, one finger slipping into you as his thumb rubbed circles around your clit. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re wet. Can I take care of you?” he rumbled, teeth nipping at your ear. “You already gorged yourself on my blood. How about I fill you up with something else?”

You flushed, fangs sinking into your lower lip. “Please?” you whispered.

His ice blue eyes flashed, and his chest heaved under your hands. “Oh, are we a little desperate?” He smirked, sliding another finger into you, stretching you. “Want me to pull your legs up on my shoulders and keep you here all night?” He chuckled, feeling you pulse around his fingers. “Mmmm, I think your gorgeous body is being pretty honest, sweetheart. Well. I aim to please my Mate.”

You only had a moment to wonder when he’d managed to get his pants off. His fingers slid out of you, only for you to feel his cock rest heavily against your entrance. He slid against you, and you could feel a dribble of precum smear across your skin. One hand went to your waist, holding you, while his other found your clit again.

“Is this alright, sweetheart?” he asked, voice low and suddenly soft. “I’m a bit of a stretch. I’ll try to go slow.”

With how wet you were, you sincerely doubted that he would find much of a problem. Still, you swallowed and nodded, grateful for his care and the way he tried, every step of the way, to make sure you were comfortable. Then again, you could already tell he wasn’t lying about how big he was. You could feel him resting against you, throbbing against your thigh. Slowly, he pressed just the tip into you, his breath shuddering.

Your lips parted in a gasp as he stretched you open, sliding into you. Compared to the chill of your body, his cock practically radiated heat. By the time he completely bottomed out, pelvis flush against yours, you’d already come so close to the edge, drool slipping from the corners of your lips. He seemed to completely fill you, pressing up against every spot inside of you until you swore he’d stretched you into his shape.

Lysander slumped over you, his head tucking into the crook of your neck. His entire body shuddered, and his hands clenched around your waist. His chest heaved against yours, muscles flexing as though he were physically holding himself back.

“Thank you.” The shaky whisper pooled against your skin. “For saving her. Giving your life for her. Thank you. For choosing me.”

Your fingers slid into his salt and pepper hair, relishing the stubble against your neck and shoulder. “I love you.” The confession spilled from your lips, quiet in the room.

He shuddered, letting out a low moan. His fingers clenched, just as he pulled you down further onto his cock, pressing up into you. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Say it again.”

“I love you, Lysander,” you repeated obediently, wholly truthful. Your core clenched around him, and he hissed, pulling out to thrust back into you.

“I love you,” he groaned, starting to thrust in a slow but steady rhythm. He reached down, then pulled your legs up around his hips. The new angle made you pulse as he seemed to reach impossibly deeper into you, angling up justenough to hit that one spot inside you that had you gasping and arching.

“You’re so tight,” he growled, picking up the pace. “Feels so good, sweetheart. So good.”

He suddenly reached behind you and grabbed a pillow, then lifted your hips up to prop it under you. Setting you back down, he shifted himself up and pulled your legs up to his shoulders.

A cry left your lips, utterly wrecked and broken. His cock completely filled you, fucking any semblance of coherence out of you, going so deep you swore you could feel it in your stomach. He seemed to know exactly how to read your body, adjusting to every whimper you let out, not giving you a break as he kept pounding into you with devastating precision.

“You feeling good, sweetheart?” he chuckled, the sound raking down your spine. “Is this what you want?” He thumbed your clit, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You gonna give Mor a little sibling? Taking me so well like this, spread open for me?”

The thought of adding more kids to your life, together with Lysander, proved to be the last straw for your poor mind. You came, stars bursting behind your eyelids as you cried out his name and the wave of heat and pleasure washed through your body.

And Lysander just kept fucking you through it, going harder as he pinned you against the sheets under him, not caring that your fingers raked against his shoulders. He bent to kiss you, murmuring your name in a husky voice that just wrecked you even more. He gave you no mercy, his gaze predatory as he stared down at you, soaking in your ruined expression.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Cum for me,” he murmured, coaxing you through your high.

Even when you rode it out, he didn’t slow down or let up the pace. “You gonna make me cum, darling? Can I cum inside you?”

A plea staggered off of your lips, followed by his name. Your jumbled, blissed-out mind wouldn’t allow you to do anything else, barely recalling your own name.

“Fuck— gonna cum, sweetheart— gonna fill you up—“ He let out a moan before his hips slammed into you one last time. He ground against you as he came, his bruising grip not letting you move an inch away from him.

You melted back into the bed, eyes closing as you soaked in the feeling of his seed filling you, pouring into you. Your fingers slid up the back of his neck as you lay there, docile and welcoming to his every move. Even when he’d finally stopped spilling into you, your stomach full and hot, he slumped against you.

His lips slid across your throat, soft and almost reverent, and he pulled you into his body. He murmured soft endearments into your ear, his hands running over you with gentle, loving strokes, soothing you.

“I promise I’ll do my best to protect you, treat you the way you should be,” he promised. “I love you so much, sweetheart.” Then he chuckled, hand running over your stomach. “I wonder if Morrigan will want a brother or a sister. She’s already going to be so excited to call you Mommy.”

You gave him a shy smile, accepting his soft kiss. “Thank you, Lysander,” you whispered. “I love you.”

Perhaps the price of your Fate had been high, you thought, but it had been entirely worth it.

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Day 13: Begging

Death is far gentler than he seems... but only for you. Here’s my day 13 prompt! I’m so sorry for the puns. Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ content ONLY. Mentions of death (nothing explicit), PinV sex, entirely vanilla, begging

Tags: Thanatos x reader, mythology, god of death, kinktober

Death Calls

You beg for death.

Your legs dangled from the edge of the giant throne, far too large for you. Eyes glancing down, you futilely tried to hide your flushed cheeks. Your teeth sank into your lip, fingers tangling in front of you. The nightdress you had on barely cleared your thighs, since you’d stayed up waiting for him and had fallen asleep in his throne, curled into the corner.

You’d woken up to him kneeling in front of you, at the foot of the throne, hood thrown back from his head. His dark hair fell over his forehead in mussed locks, and his honey eyes were fixed on you. His hands slid up, over the throne, landing on either side of your waist though he didn’t touch you.

“You should have gone to bed, my love,” he murmured, his low voice gentle.

You wordlessly shook your head, reaching up to stubbornly rub the sticky sleep away. You’d missed your husband. You’d wanted to be there when he came back. With a little sniffle, you glanced up at his eyes, intently focused on you.

Reaching up, his hand tenderly cupped your cheek, brushing a thumb under your eye as you tilted your face into his hand. “I’m sorry I was gone for so long.” He sighed. “The War has taken my attention far more than I would like.” He shook his head. “And you stayed to wait for me, dear one… how can I make reparation for my neglect?”

Reaching up, you shyly clung to his large sleeve, peeking up at him. He always treated you so well, so gently. It had been one of the things that had first made you fall in love with him. Perhaps he was the god of death, but to you… he was simply the one you loved. The one who loved you.

“Kiss?” you whispered, voice half shy, half hopeful. Your chest ached with the hollow feeling of him not being close enough.

He leaned closer, his thumb brushing against your lower lip. A smile curled his lips, his eyes almost glowing golden in the darkness. “My beloved wants a kiss?” He chuckled. “Say my name,” he whispered close to your ear, breath washing against your skin. “Say it, over and over. Then I will.”

Your breath hitched. “Thanatos,” it spilled from your lips, almost desperate. “Thanatos. Please. Thanatos. Thana—“ Your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed you, his mouth slanting over yours with a tender, slow burn that soothed the ache deep in your chest. A tiny, satisfied noise slipped from you, and you panted a little for breath as he let go, your eyes fluttering open dazedly.

You realized absently that your fingers had tangled in his robes on his chest, and you whimpered as you tugged at him pleadingly. “Please.” You gazed up at him, letting the desperation for contact fill your eyes. “Please, Thanatos.”

His arm slid across your waist, and he pulled you into his chest as he buried his fingers in your hair and tilted your head up. His mouth pressed against yours, a searing, answering kiss that took your breath away and made you cling to his shoulders. He effortlessly picked you up, and in the blink of an eye, you were sitting on his lap as he sat on the bed in your bedroom. His hands pulled you into his waist, not letting you escape as he sucked your lip into his mouth.

You trembled against his body, tears making your eyelashes stick together as you let out a soft whine. You wanted more. Needed more. You needed him. Just… him. This.

“Please—“

“Shhh,” he murmured against your lips, hands smoothing over your waist, your hips. “I should be the one begging for you.” His lips trailed down your neck, your shoulder, his chest heaving against you. “You know I’ll give you whatever you want, my love.”

You tugged at him with a slight pout. “Thanatos. Please.”

He chuckled softly, smiling as he pressed a kiss to your pouting lips. “Whatever my love demands.” His cloak and tunic disappeared, and your hands splayed against his bare chest. His hands slid up your thighs, slipping under the hem of your nightgown to caress your skin, making your breath hitch.

You shivered, eyes squeezing shut at his hands slid higher, up your stomach, up to your chest. His thumbs rasped across your nipples, making you gasp. His hands, calloused by his weapon, felt far too good against your flushed skin. It sent every thought in your mind scattering, focused only on his soft, reverent touch.

“So soft, warm,” he murmured against your neck. “So alive.” His hands pulled you closer, just as he looked up at you. Your eyes had turned a little glassy with want, and a smile curled his lips as he ground up into you. “I’ve been pining for you the whole time I was away. I dreamt of coming home to you, to kneel at your feet and beg for your attention.”

Drool gathered thickly in your mouth as you whimpered, feeling yourself already wet and needy. He kept grinding into you, the friction mind-consuming and yet frustratingly hollow. It wasn’t enough, wasn’t him entirely buried inside you, stretching you open, filling you with himself until you couldn’t think of anything else.

“I want to be in you, so desperately,” Thanatos confessed, voice raw. “Want to hear your sweet voice saying my name. Need you.” He leaned up, mouth capturing yours in a bruising kiss. “Please,” he whispered against your lips. “Let me beg for you.”

You nodded, letting out a soft, breathless moan as he ground into you, pulling your hips against his. He’d already shed his trousers, shamelessly pressing up against you, your dress pooling against your waist. He was already hard, dripping against your core as he groaned.

“Couldn’t stop dreaming about you,” he said thickly, head against your shoulder. “Couldn’t think of anything else but coming back to you. This. Couldn’t stop wanting you.”

The moment his tip slid into you, your back arched as you let out a soft cry. “Th-Thanatos—“ His lips slid against yours, desperate and greedy, cutting you off. Slowly, he lowered you onto him, stretching you open. By the time you were pressed flush against his waist, you were already drooling, pleasure sparking through your body with dusky heat. He fit so perfectly inside you, as though he’d been made for you.

“Please, love,” he moaned against your lips. “Can I move, please.” His hands were hot against your skin, fingers clenching around your waist with desperate restraint. “Ah— you’re too tight,” he gasped, shuddering. “Please, let me—“

You clutched at his shoulders. “Please,” you whispered. “I want it.”

Lifting you up, he brought you back down on his cock, hard. You squeaked, gasping as he started to thrust up into you, groaning. His lithe hands gripped your hips, not letting you go as he continued to bring you down on him, again and again. He angled up, and brought you down in a way that had you seeing stars.

The coil in your belly kept tightening, the pleasure winding you higher as he leaned forwards, lips closing over your breast. His breaths were ragged, body hunched into you. You were so close, so achingly close to the edge.

Reeling up, Thanatos made you focus on his honey eyes. “Cum for me, love,” he breathed. “Please, cum for me.”

You arched, the coil inside you snapping. His name left your lips as you came, the dusky heat washing through you in a way that left you breathless and dizzy. You could only cling to him as he thrust into you, prolonging your high as he pressed soft kisses to your neck.

“P-please, Than,” you half-sobbed, feeling the hollow ache resonate through you even as your body clenched down on his cock.

His breath shuddered as he gasped out your name. He spilled into you, pulling you down on him one last time, your body milking him. He shivered, head rolling back as he stared up at your face.

You cupped his face in your hands, leaning down to press a soft kiss against his lips. He moaned into your mouth, jerking. You sighed in satisfaction as he continued to fill you, the heat pooling inside of you comfortingly.

“Thank you, Than,” you murmured shyly, giving him a soft smile as you stroked his cheeks.

He melted into your kiss, pulling you tightly against him. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered, his voice a hoarse plea. “Stay. Please.”

Your body melted against his, as though you’d been made to fit against him like puzzle pieces. Your fingers slid into his hair, gentle and tender. “I won’t leave,” you promised softly, your heart aching a little at the desperation that filled his voice. You knew that sometimes, your husband’s job overwhelmed him with that aching loneliness, the fear of being entirely left alone. That in the end, he would consume everything until there was nothing left.

His hands clutched at you, his breath hitching. “Please,” he begged, holding onto you as though you were his only lifeline, his one tether of hope. “Don’t leave me. I love you. I’ll do anything for you—“

You kissed him, pouring your love between his lips until he gasped, going limp under you as he submitted to the tender touch. You kept pressing soft kisses to his lips, fingers tangling in his hair, body pressed closely into his.

“I won’t leave, Than,” you murmured the promise against his lips, simple and truthful. “I love you.”

His breaths eased, and he gazed up at you with his beautiful, golden eyes. “Please.”

You smiled, nuzzling against him. “Missed you.”

Perhaps you begged for death… or did Death beg for you?

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Day 12: Knifeplay

Well. I’m finally back from Midterms! I know I’m behind but I’ll do my best to catch up. Also I sincerely apologize if I made Klaus OOC, I don’t watch the show and this was a request from a friend of mine. I tried to do my best though! Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ content ONLY. Mentions of obsession, violence (look, it’s Klaus ok), toxic relationships, angst, PinV unprotected sex (please be safe irl), knifeplay (no blood drawn), some mentions of typical yandere behavior, references to past violence/trauma.

Tags: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader, vampire x reader, yandere x reader, The Originals, Kinktober

Just a Drop

You knew that this wouldn’t end well.

Despite it being just a necessary collaboration with a coworker for a project at work, you’d already known that it simply would not end well. The moment the other vampire had wrapped his fingers around your wrist to keep you from stumbling and falling over your own feet, you’d known it was all over. Didn’t matter how innocent the motive had been.

And you’d, of course, seen it coming a mile away.

“Hallo, luv,” Klaus purred behind you, his hands sliding around your waist.

You instantly dropped everything in your arms, face draining of color. “Klaus—“

“Mind taking your hands off of what’s mine?” Klaus’ voice had dropped, though his smile didn’t falter for a moment.

The other vampire slowly raised his hands, backing away from you. “Hey, sorry, she just tripped and—“

“You can shove it,” Klaus said airily, his hands tightening around you. “As if I don’t know what her blood does to our kind.”

You grasped onto his arms desperately, mind whirling. “Please, Klaus,” you whispered, keeping your voice even. “It was an accident, I could have fallen and cut myself. They didn’t mean anything.”

His nose brushed against your neck, cold against your warm, very much alive skin. The paper thin barrier that kept your cursed blood in your veins. “And what if he hadn’t meant to help you?” he asked, voice dangerously smooth.

“Please,” you pleaded. “For me, Klaus. I already told you, I’m yours. Do you think I’m lying?” your voice wavered at the end, cracking slightly as you hung your head, piling on the guilt.

You felt him freeze a little behind you, then he sighed. “Very well, sweetheart. For you,” he acquiesced, leaving you almost lightheaded with relief.

“Thank you,” you practically breathed, fingers curling around his on your waist. You gave the other vampire an apologetic look, and he just shook his head before leaving. A little helplessly, you wondered how you were ever supposed to finish this project now.

Before you could really say anything else, the air around you blurred in a familiar way. When everything steadied again and you could catch your breath, you found yourself in Klaus’ mansion. More specifically, the study, where the racks of weapons lined the walls. Letting go of you, Klaus walked over to the wall.

“Honestly, love,” he said, the disapproval lining his voice. “What are you going to do when something actually happens one day? You can’t just defend every other vampire out there, you know. Not all of them want to helpyou.”

You bit your tongue and looked down at your feet, not wanting to retort.

He went on, taking blades off of the wall and observing them, putting them back, choosing others. “You know what your blood does to us vampires, and yet you’re constantly risking yourself all the time. Sometimes I wonder why I don’t just keep you locked up here. It’s not as though you need a job.”

You were sick of it. Sick of his patronizing attitude, sick of constantly having to worry about innocent people or vampires being threatened by Klaus for no reason other than just talking to you. Striding over to the wall, you yanked a dagger off of it and instantly tapped into your blood, something you hadn’t done in an age thanks to the way it always made your blood heat and draw others to your presence.

Whirling around, you instantly wrapped your fingers around Klaus’ throat and slammed him into the opposite wall, hard enough to make it buckle. Your other hand held the silver blade up to his throat, your veins humming with the cursed energy.

“How do you think I survived before you, Klaus,” you hissed at him, the fury filling you. “Do you really think I was so helpless before you came along and I let you stake a claim on me? What, you think I didn’t recognize you as an Original?” you snarled, not noticing the way a slow grin had spread across his face. “I was a vampire hunterbefore this. I had to be in order to live!”

With a groan, you tightened your fingers around his throat. “And I was sick and tired of constantly fighting, running, being chased constantly for my blood. So I thought I’d let you take me so I could stop fighting, stop worrying about it!” you practically shouted in his face.

His chuckle cut you off, his eyes almost glowing, pupils completely blown. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, and you realized that he hadn’t even struggled once.

“Oh, I think I like this side of you, sweetheart,” he practically purred, licking his lips. “I always did like a woman who would actually kill me.” He jerked your wrist closer, making the knife drag across his neck. A satisfied groan spilled from his lips, his head tilting to further expose his throat.

You almost wanted to drop the knife. He was turned on right now? Of all times? By the knife?

Distracted, you winced as he took advantage and reversed your positions, pinning you against the wall. Still though, he held your wrist close to his neck, keeping the dagger pressed against his neck. His grin widened.

“I’d let you stab me,” he murmured, leaning forwards to brush his mouth against your neck. “I’d let you have your way with me, however you want. As long as you are mine.”

Always the caveat, you thought dully, already over it. Your blood hummed as you let go of the power, feeling it fade away. You were too exhausted. Too tired to fight him, to care anymore. You hated the curse of your blood. Hated the way it dictated your life. You didn’t want the power. Didn’t want the curse of it.

Blankly, you stared past Klaus’ shoulder as he pressed a kiss to your skin, the blade in your hand biting against his own neck. This… this agreement you had with Klaus… this relationship… he called it love. You weren’t sure what you felt other than an exhausted, lingering sense of relief that the burden of keeping you alive was on his shoulders now, not your own.

Make this one a slave to your blood, keep the rest away— it had seemed like a good deal. Now, you wondered if that, too, would prove to be more effort than it was worth. Keeping Klaus on a leash was difficult as it was.

“You could give in, love,” he purred, as though sensing your defeat. “Just let me destroy them all for you, lay it all at your feet. Give you an empire.”

“I don’t want it,” you whispered, your voice a husk of exhaustion as you closed your eyes. Your fingers pressed the knife against his neck, feeling it crack into his skin, earning a soft, pleased hiss. “I only want you.” You succumbed to the irresistible promise of protection again, sinking further into the obsession.

Did you hate him? Did you love him? Did you feel anything at all about him?

It didn’t matter how many times he took you to his bed. Didn’t matter how soft his words were, or how greedy his hands were— didn’t matter whether his cock slid into your heat or if he simply held you in the expanse of silken sheets. It all seemed the same, his words flowing over you like water over the bed of a river, constant but ever passing, a babbling murmur in the background.

And you wondered, even as you vaguely registered that he had slipped your shirt off of your body, if he even cared. If he ever noticed that his name rarely slipped from your lips even when you arched under him, lips parted in a soundless scream of pleasure. If he really even cared that you neither pulled him closer or pushed him away.

But even as you stared up at him hovering above you, already posed to slide his cock into you and the knife still half-imbedded in his neck, you saw the green tint to his eyes from your blood. Saw the way even when he shuddered and sank into you, breathing your name, he still stared down at you in that half-drunk, infatuated way. Maybe even he didn’t notice anymore, too drunk on the power of your blood, numbed to everything but your presence.

The dull pleasure slicked up your spine, simply there. The brief flashes of pleasure and the way his hands temporarily smoothed away your thoughts were enough to keep you coming back, again and again, not protesting warming his bed. Better his obsession than the icy nothingness you’d known for so long before him. Better the sting of his fangs sinking into your skin to remind you that you were alive than the numbness of unbroken apathy.

Perhaps, you thought as your lips parted in a breathless moan, that was why you stayed. Because he coaxed that spark of emotion out of you again. The anger. The fear. The need. The feeling. The constancy of his unpredictability, as sure as the way his cock slid in and out of you, his hands roaming your body, tangling in your hair. The way he tore you apart, inside and out, made your fingers dig into his solidity, and laughed as though he relished the pain of it.

When the tightness in your stomach snapped, making your back arch and your toes curl, a choked gasp spilled from your lips. It sent your thoughts scattering, instead focusing in the moment of clarity on the way his hips stuttered, sinking into you with a low groan. He poured into you, whispering your name against your ear.

You stared up at the ceiling, arms absently thrown over his shoulders as he sank his fangs into the crook of your neck. You didn’t so much as flinch, feeling the magic stir again as he drank, deep and satisfied. The world had never really given you much.

But Klaus… he gave you everything and anything you asked for. Give you an empire. Lay it all at your feet.

Maybe… Maybe, if the rest of the world insisted on ruining you… Maybe you’d return the favor. Maybe you’d paint the world in the colors of your soul, with Klaus by your side.

If it’s you… maybe I’ll care just enough.

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Day 11: Rough Sex

I apologize if this feels rushed guys, I tried but was on a time crunch. Also I may have to take a temporary hiatus this week because it’s college midterms and I’ve got to get past that first. I’ll catch up though when it’s over, and I’ll try to post when I can! Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content ONLY. PinV unprotected sex (be safe irl please), rough sex, some marking/hickeys, slight against the wall, doggy. Also one mention of harrassment.

Tags: Cowboy!Dullahan x Reader, exophilia, monster x reader, terato

Save a Horse…

Yawning, you leaned across the bar top, letting out a heavy sigh. You still felt sleepy from waking up fifteen minutes ago, stumbling downstairs to get to your night shift. Only a few people were at the bar this time of the day, so you still had some time to wake up and grab something to eat.

Still, it didn’t take long for some regulars to tromp in, tired from the day’s work and ready to relax and unwind. You found yourself quickly getting into the swing of things, mixing drinks, taking orders, and greeting many of the familiar faces. Your Uncle owned the bar, after all, and he was a fixture in the town as it was.

“Ahoy there, little Miss,” one of your Uncle’s best friends and fellow ranch owners nodded at you from his seat at the bar. “How’s yer husband doin’ about tomorrow, huh? He ready for the rodeo?” He grinned.

You smiled back. “He’s ready. I think I’m the one who’s most nervous,” you laughed self-consciously.

“Aw he’ll do just fine, you wait and see.” He waved you off. “Shoulda seen him out on the grounds today. He was goin’ at it.”

Hadley leaned over the bar. “Was he? With that big ol’ spine whip of his? Scares everyone to death when you hear it snap,” he chuckled. “He’s gonna do just fine at the rodeo.”

You listened with one ear, smiling as you continued your work behind the bar. Your husband Darren often got brought up as a topic of interest at the bar, ever since he’d started working on your Uncle’s Ranch as a Cowboy and farmhand. Despite the initial fear and skepticism, he’d worked his way into the heart of the community.

Tomorrow, the rodeo would take place on the fairgrounds in town, and you were planning to be there without a doubt to watch him perform. He’d been asked to represent your Uncle’s farm for the festivities, especially since ranchers and farmers and their own farmhands would be coming from several different states to show off and bring goods for sale.

Your cousin sidled up to you at the bar, nudging you with her elbow as she polished a glass. “You think he’s gonna win?” she asked slyly, giving you a grin. “Did you give him some incentive?” She wriggled her eyebrows teasingly.

You rolled your eyes at her, shaking your head. “He doesn’t need any,” you said dryly. “He said he just wanted to go and have some fun and see other peoples’ talent.” You shrugged. “I wanna go for the food.” You grinned.

“Ugh, you’re so predictable,” she groaned. “Anyone else would wanna show off their husband but no, you just want the food.”

You snorted. “Bella, you have your own husband. Go show off poor Tim, he’s in the showings too.”

She gave you a wry look. “As a jockey, not a cowboy,” she reminded. “Tim is my baby but he’d never make it as a cowboy.”

“True.” You shrugged. Distracted by a customer, you turned away from the conversation and back to your job as a bartender. Still, you vaguely wondered what tomorrow would bring.

~

“Oh, no.” Bella fussed, bustling into your room and plucking the pair of jeans out of your hands. “Think, dear. You’re going to be out in the hot sun for most of the day, you’re not going to want skin-tight clothing. Wear one of these.”

You conceded her point, going to riffle through your selection of sundresses. They did usually provide a bit more of a breeze in the heat. Hesitating, you pursed your lips as you tried to decide between two different one. You gave up, throwing up your hands and turning to your cousin.

“You pick between these two,” you said, going to pick a pair of earrings. You turned around to see her handing you one, with loose ruffled sleeves and a pleated, long skirt. Putting it on, you let her give you the once-over. She handed you a hairband, then nodded in approval.

“Now, go, go!” She shooed you out the door. “Darren is waiting for you outside.”

You let her usher you out the door, shaking your head. “I’m going, I’m off,” you laughed, shaking out your dress. You waved to your Uncle, who would be going later to the fairgrounds.

Darren waited for you outside the front door, holding Lily’s reins in his hands as he patted her skeletal nose. She snorted and tossed her head, turning towards you eagerly as you approached.

“Hi Lily, Darren,” you greeted cheerfully, pulling an apple out of your bag. You smiled as Lily munched cheerfully, nudging your shoulder in thanks.

Darren wrapped his arm around your waist, turning his head wreathed in green flames to look down at you. He bent his head, brushing a soft kiss to your hair, his flames harming nothing, barely even noticeable. A cowboy hat cast some shade over his green eyes, though they crinkled at the edges as he observed you.

“You ready, darlin’?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

You smiled up at the Dullahan, reaching up to adjust the green bandanna he wore to hide the seam where his neck connected to his head. It didn’t really bother you, but he did it to not disturb anyone any more than his flaming head did. Besides, you’d always liked the bandanna on him..

“Whenever you are,” you answered cheerfully.

He’d already led Lily to the mounting block, so you climbed up in front of him. He carefully grabbed you around the waist, lifting you up onto the saddle and making sure you’d comfortably made it sidesaddle. Lily barely even reacted, steady and firm under you. Still keeping a hold of you, Darren swung himself up behind you, grasping the reins in one hand and wrapping his other arm on the other side of you so you were safely braced between his arms.

One hand wrapping around your waist, he clicked at Lily. “Let’s go, Lils. Hup hup.” His warm voice washed over you and Lily, and Lily started off at an easy amble, lazily chewing the apple. You never questioned how she actually digested it despite her bared ribs and rotted organs. You supposed it was part of the magic.

“How was work?” you asked after a moment of comfortable silence, looking up at him.

He hummed, fingers squeezing around your waist. “The usual, y’know. Nothin’ much new on the Ranch, besides the rodeo. I wasn’t even gonna do it this year if your Uncle hadn’t reminded me that it’s advertisin’ for the Ranch.” He shrugged easily, his broad shoulders stretching the worn leather of his jacket.

You laughed softly. “All the regulars and Bella were hounding me last night to ask if I thought you were gonna win this year,” you said amusedly. “I just told them that you didn’t really care. And like I told Bella, I’m going for the food.”

He chuckled, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. “Oh, the food eh sweetcheeks? Not your husband?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “We both know good and well that you’d win just having fun anyway,” you scoffed, smacking his chest lightly. “I want the elephant ears and lemonade and funnel cake!”

He threw his head back to laugh, making Lily’s ragged ears flicker back to catch the sound. “Y’know what, I can’t even be upset at that, sweetheart. Still though,” he said, recovering and leaning closer to you, “I wouldn’t be opposed if ya offered ya boy a prize ta work toward, though,” he suggested slyly.

You gave him a wry look. “And what exactly would you want?” You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

But his eyes softened as he gazed down at you, the smile curling the corners of his lips. “Aw sweetheart, you know me. Just gettin’ ta spend some time with ya is enough for me.”

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “You talk real nice sometimes, cowboy,” you laughed, reaching up to yank the brim of his hat down. “But alright. If you want incentive, then you can have it. Whatever you want.”

His eyes flashed. “Anything?”

Your lips twitched. “Anything,” you confirmed, knowing that Darren would never abuse it.

For a moment, though, he stared down at you, and his flames grew notably brighter and higher, even starting to radiate warmth. “An’ if I asked for somethin’ selfish?” he asked, voice low, raking down your spine.

You tilted your head. “Okay,” you said simply. “I trust you, Darren.” Still, your curiosity was piqued. He normally would ask for something like a kiss or a night together when you got a break from the nightshift at the bar.

He sighed, straightening a little. “I probably shouldn’t,” he muttered, half to himself.

But you leaned up, cupping his cheek to look back down at you. “It’s okay, Darren,” you encouraged gently. “You know I trust you.”

He leaned into your hand, his thumb rubbing circles into your hip. “I just… I’ve been wantin’ ya lately, sweetheart,” he rasped, the flames around his eyes stuttering a bit in what you knew was a sign of embarrassment.

For a moment you blinked, surprised; then you laughed a little. “Win the rodeo then, my strong cowboy. Then you can have me to yourself as much as you like,” you promised. You supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised: it had been a while thanks to preparations for the rodeo and the extra hours you’d been working lately. Both of you had been far too tired to do much other than collapse into bed and murmur a goodnight or kiss good morning before parting ways.

He bent down and pressed a kiss to your lips, the touch needy but restrained. “You tempt me, darlin’,” he murmured, voice thick.

You shook your head, hands smoothing over his chest. “I promise. I’ll be getting the night off anyway after all the overtime I’ve been working.”

“It’s a promise, then.” He didn’t get a chance to say much more, since you’d arrived at the fairgrounds where everyone was already abuzz. Your Uncle had gone the day before to start setting up already, so the barn was up and ready to be filled with cattle and horses.

You looked around with a smile, noting some of the rides that had already been set up and the other stands being set up. The rodeo arena was over on the far end of the fairgrounds, as was the barn for the contestants and the jockeys that would be participating in the races later. You suddenly caught a flash of something, and turned your head to see one of the bar workers waving at you.

“I see it, darlin’,” Darren said, bringing Lily up to one of the railings nearby.

Putting your feet on the wooden rails, you lightly stood and turned around, balancing on the narrow pole with years of practice. You smiled at Darren in thanks, and he lifted your hand to his lips for a polite kiss to your knuckles.

“Good luck, love,” you said with a warm smile. “I’ll save you and Lily some goodies for when you’re done.”

“Lookin’ forward to it. You gonna be there to cheer me on?”

You hummed. “Of course. Wouldn’t miss it.” With the promise, you lightly leaped off of the railing and started towards a sweating and clearly stressed Brandon. “What’s wrong?” you asked crisply.

An hour later, you found yourself letting out a sigh of relief. You’d helped him sort out the slight inventory problem they’d had, since the bar was going to be serving concessions at both events along with having a full stand. By the time you’d found the spot Bella had saved for you by the railings of the arena, the event had already started.

“Oh good, you’re here,” Bella said in clear relief, grabbing your arm. “Darren is up next!”

You blinked. “Oh, is he?” You glanced over at the lists, then saw Darren and Lily waiting for their turn. Lily seemed as calm as ever, used to the events and clearly unbothered by such mortal excitement. Most of the time the centaurs racked up the most points, but Darren and Lily were the strongest contenders otherwise.

“Here they come!” Bella squealed, jumping up and down in excitement as she clutched your arm.

You laughed, though you had to admit that your heart fluttered a little in nervous excitement. Darren did put on a good show when he really wanted to, and he didn’t bring crowds every year to the Ranch for no reason. Not only as the only Dullahan cowboy in the area, but also for his pure skill and showmanship. Your dress fluttered around your legs in the breeze as you shielded your eyes against the sun to peer across the arena.

“Well hello there ladies.”

Bella let out a quiet groan by your ear as the smirking satyr approached, oozing a disgusting amount of self-confidence. It did happen on occasion that those not from around approached you or Bella, not knowing your otherwise well-known faces around the area. Not to mention your clear status of very much taken.

“Enjoy the show,” you greeted back, nodding before refocusing on the arena.

“Oh c’mon, are the all brawn no brains so interesting?” he whined, sidling up to the both of you at the railing.

Bella rolled her eyes, already tired of it. “Considering that we’re both taken by said all brawn and no brains, yes,” she answered curtly. “If you’ll excuse us—“

“Well they don’t gotta know honey—“

Up next, Darren Nightshade from Greenhide Ranch and his equine partner Lily. Ladies and gents, I don’t know about you but I am looking forward to this performance. Darren Nightshade holds the well-known status of being the only Dullahan cowboy in three states, and he’s nothing to sniff at either. The announcer drawled.

Bella shrieked, cheering with the rest of the crowd as she jumped up and down.

“Ugh, what a showboat,” the satyr sneered. “I bet he gets any woman he wants and more. Look at them, fawning at him.”

You swore Bella started seeing red. Instead, you grasped her hand tightly and shook your head. Patting her, you instead nodded toward the arena. Darren waved as was expected, earning more cheers, even from the other local ranchers. They tended to rally around him as a representation of the town. Darren pulled out a red rose from his leather jacket, the same one given to every other contestant as well to gift to whoever they wanted.

Of course, ladies and gents, as everyone here locally knows, our Mr. Nightshade here always gives his rose to the same person every year. Please give it up for his wife, Mrs. Nightshade! Now that’s one lucky lady, hey?

Darren and Lily pranced up to you, and Darren leaned down to flamboyantly hand you the rose. You laughed, taking it with a smile. He tilted your chin up with his gloved hand, pressing a kiss to your lips that earned loud whistles and good-natured laughing from the crowds. Then they all roared in amused approval as Lily butted against your chest and tossed her head.

You patted her nose, kissing it. Whisking a sugar lump from your pocket, you let her crunch it happily before waving them off. Bella helped you tuck the rose into your hair, making sure it wouldn’t fall.

The satyr had booked it by then, to which Bella sniffed and nodded. You just ignored it all, used to the whole ordeal. Most everyone steered clear once they realized that you were, in fact, the wife of a Dullahan. No one with a sense of self-preservation would risk messing with that.

The cattle was released form the bars, and instantly started running as Lily and Darren charged after it. Lily clearly was just having fun doing her job, her heels kicking and her movements smooth as she streamlined and barreled toward the bull hoofing it for the other side of the arena. Darren hunched over the saddle, letting Lily do her job as his hand rested on the whip made of a human spinal cord coiled on the saddle.

The bull, trapped, whirled around and started huffing, while the crowds oo’d and ahh’d as they leaned forward to see what would happen. Lily, not deterred in the least, started to make a giant half circle behind the bull, who bolted for the opening. She didn’t give him a chance.

Darren’s hand almost moved too quickly to see. The whip caught on the bull’s hind leg without hesitation, sending it to the ground. Lily pulled up and skidded to a perfect stop, prancing as she snorted and neatly avoided the kicking legs of the bull with the grace of a southern belle. The crowd roared in approval, and Darren lifted his hand in a brief wave.

Then he let go of the bull to crack the whip above its head. It scrambled back up to its feet, then started to trot obediently back towards the pen. Lily pranced behind, head held high as Darren kept the whip cracking in warning.

The next contestant started to set up, and Bella grabbed your arm. “It’s gonna be a hot minute before the next event,” she reminded you. “Do you want to go see them?”

You nodded, squeezing her arm. “Yeah, I’ll go take them some refreshments. There should be a camper set up I think. I’ll be back before the next event.”

She nodded and let you go. It didn’t take you long to find the stall where Lily was, especially since she sensed you coming from a mile away and whinnied as soon as you entered the barn. Her ears flickered, and you walked up to her stall with a smile, holding two apples and a sugar cube. She munched happily, snorting in approval and thanks.

“You did wonderfully out there, Lily,” you said, patting her bony muzzle. The stable hands knew you by sight, so no one questioned your presence. “You showed them all how it’s done, huh?” You laughed as she whinnied in agreement. “Yeah, you sure did. You were dancing out there.” You hummed, giving her the sugar cube between the apples. “I guess Darren is in the camper, huh?”

She just snorted, so you gave her one last pat and let her crunch on her second apple. Picking up the cold drink and sandwich you’d picked up on the way to the stable, you went up the steps of the camper and closed the door behind you.

“Darren, I brought you something to eat and drink,” you called, setting them down on the table inside.

You didn’t even get to fully turn around. Darren grabbed your waist, spinning you around and instantly leaning down to crush a kiss against your lips. You gasped into his mouth, hands splaying against his bare chest as your head spun desperately with the surprise and the fiery kiss. His mouth opened on yours, and he let out a low moan as he pulled you tightly into himself.

“‘M sorry, sweetheart,” he rasped into the kiss. “I just… I—“

You suddenly realized. “Shh, no, I’m sorry,” you whispered. “It’s my fault, I should’ve realized.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s— it’s not your fault the stupid satyr challenged me, I just can’t—“ He gritted his teeth with a groan, his hands trembling on your hips.

You winced slightly, wishing you’d realized sooner. Of course he would have sensed the satyr challenging his claim on you. It would have instantly roused every single instinct in him as a Dullahan to seek justice for the slight of attempting to ‘steal’ something that was his. But at the moment, you hadn’t realized the specific situation. Someone just hitting on you was vastly different from someone knowingly seeking to take you away from Darren.

“Well, you did deliver quite the performance as usual,” you said, trying to lighten the mood a little. “So I guess you earned your reward?”

“Don’t say it unless you mean it, sweetheart,” Darren growled, eyes sparking as he gazed down at you. “Because I‘ll take you right here and now.”

Not that he’d be able to focus anytime soon on anything else if he didn’t, you thought wryly. “It’s okay, Darren,” you said sweetly. “You know that I wouldn’t want anyone but you.”

He instantly lifted you up onto his waist, backing into the bedroom of the camper. Backing you against the wall to support your back, he instantly started to grind up into you with a low growl, making you gasp against his mouth. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you clung to him, feeling him hardening even further as your dress rode up around your waist.

“Mine,” he hissed against your jaw, pulling your waist against him. “Won’t let anyone else take you.” He groaned. “Can’t live without you, darlin’.”

You had already gotten wet, threatening to soak through your underwear. Your head leaned back against the wall as you gasped, eyelashes fluttering. “Yours, Darren,” you whimpered. “Promise.”

He hissed, then reached down to pull your panties off, leaving them on the floor carelessly. His eyes were glowing a bright green, his breath hissing visibly through his teeth in wisps of green flame. He continued to grind into you, feeling you drip down his cock. Then he pushed you up against the wall, supporting you with one leg as he reached down and dragged the pad of his thumb across your clit. The callouses made an almost unbearable friction that made you fall against his shoulder and shudder with a helpless moan.

Your head spun as he continued to kiss down your neck, ringing those tight circles around your clit with a devastating precision that had you falling apart. He gave you no rest, no quarter, not even when you arched against him with a gasping moan. He slid a single, thick finger into you, and you came.

He growled against your skin, sucking a bruise onto your neck as he pulled away his slick fingers. He brought it to his lips, tongue sliding out to slide across his fingers and lick the taste of you off. His satisfied snarl made your core pulse, shivering in anticipation.

With a quick movement, he swept you up to put you on the bed. Landing on your hands and knees, you reached up and tried to unbutton your dress, knowing that you wouldn’t want to be left without clothes by the end of this. You’d just barely managed to get it off when Darren grasped your hips, pulling you up against his own. You could feel his cock leaning heavily against your back, throbbing.

“Think you’re ready, sweetheart?” Darren thrust against you, precum smearing across your skin as he hissed.

You could only nod as he gathered your hair up in his hand, keeping it from getting in your face. You let your head tilt back, lips parting as you let out a breath of anticipation. You knew that he would fill you entirely, your body molding around the shape of him as he bucked up into you.

He didn’t disappoint. It only took him a moment to line himself up against you before he pushed, steady and slow. By the time he bottomed out in you, you let out a moan, tears gathered in the corners of your eyes at the slight sting of being stretched. He rested heavily against your back, pulling your head back to press his lips against your neck.

“Fuck, darlin’,” he groaned, voice heavy as his chest heaved against your back. “I’m never gonna get used to your sweet body.” He kissed down your back, his breath hot against your skin as your body trembled under him.

You could barely even speak, too focused on the way he pressed up against every inch inside you, pulsing in a way that drove every thought out of your mind. He felt so good, his hands tangling in your hair and his other pulling your hips against his. He pulled out slowly, then slammed back into you with a force that made you squeak, almost pitching forward had it not been for his hands catching you.

He chuckled, low and raw, and without another word set an almost brutal pace that had you sinking against the bed and moaning. Your second orgasm was approaching faster than you could handle, the coil inside you tightening as he continued to thrust, hard and deep every single time. His hand in your hair continued to hold you in place, not letting you squirm away for any sort of relief from the constant pleasure that bombarded you.

“Ahh— Darren—“ You half-gasped, the tears beading in your eyes slipping down your cheeks. His other hand slipped down just then, and his finger scraped across your clit again. That was all it took.

You broke, shaking with another orgasm that crashed through you with breathtaking intensity. He kept angling up, kept hitting that one spot inside you again and again, dragging out your high. Letting out a low groan, his hips started to stutter as you clenched down on his cock, walls fluttering around him with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

After another moment, where you tried to blink away tears and recover, he bent over your back and shuddered. The thick moan he let out was the only warning before he jerked, fingers curling around your waist and pulling your head back. He spilled into you, thick and hot, filling your stomach with familiar warmth that left you boneless.

He let your hair go, and you slumped forward onto the bed, your arms giving out. Sweat bathed your skin, and you gratefully thought about the shower in the camper. Your hair sprawled across the bed around your head, you tilted your head to look up at Darren, breath still coming in slight pants.

He leaned forwards and caught your lips in a long, lingering kiss. “Thank you sweetheart,” he murmured after a moment. “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he checked, concern starting to creep into his voice.

You lifted your hands, cupping his face as you offered him a smile. “I like the bruises. It’s okay, Darren,” you reassured sweetly, pressing your lips against his.

He kissed you back, hands smoothing down your body. “You sure? I didn’t mean ta be so rough with ya—“

You laughed, cutting him off. “Thank you for working hard, love. I hope you enjoyed your reward.”

He chuckled, then, pulling you closer to his chest and kissing over a hickey he’d made on the arch of your neck. “I think I’ll try to earn it again.”

And secretly, you hoped he did too.

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Day 1: Somnophilia

Day 1 of Kinktober! The first prompt is of course, somnophilia. Here’s my masterlist for my Kinktober challenge.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ only content. Consensual somnophilia, cumplay, unprotected sex, nonhuman character, exophilia

Tags: Hat Man x reader, exophilia, kinktober

He Comes at Night

At first, you hadn’t been sure whether it was just another case of sleep paralysis, or actually something… else.

He always came at night, standing in your doorway as you lay on your back, unable to move. Though you were used to sleep paralysis and the oftentimes terrifying figures that came along with it, this one had been different every time it showed up. It just stood in your doorway, never really moving, just watching. You never felt the usual fear that came along with most sleep paralysis demons, just a sense of… calm.

It had gotten to the point where you’d simply learned to ride it out, accepting the calm of its presence until you fell back asleep. If anything, you’d started feeling a sense of comfort from its presence. Even living alone, you felt as though it were there as another presence, just to keep you some company. You’d even thought with a flash of amusement that maybe it was there to protect you.

But that was until a few nights ago. You’d found yourself abruptly awake again, immobile in bed. But it had been different. Your eyes wouldn’t open, and you distinctly felt something heavy on your blankets, pinning you to the bed. It felt far more tangible than anything else you’d ever experienced in a moment of sleep paralysis, and it unnerved you.

Of course, that’s when you heard… that. A whisper, slithering around you, crawling against your sheets as tangibly as the weights.

Sssso delicioussss. A poke at you. He’ssss finally not here. Hey, are you… awake?

Despite the situation, it wasn’t so much fear as annoyance that gripped you in the moment. If this sleep paralysis demon was enacting paralysis on you, why would you be able to respond?

A low cackle raked down your spine. That’sssss right, you can’t move, can you. Well, you won’t need to, sssssoon. Don’t worry, the chilling voice sneered, I’ll make ssssure you can feel it.

You’d just started to feel the panic set in when the weight was ripped off of you. A loud, fearful shriek pierced through the room, followed by a distinct crunching and gurgling.

I didn’t mean to, Hat Man, have merccccccy— The voice choked off in the thick air, just as your eyes snapped open.

Thick, black slime dripped from the mangled, gangly body that hung limply in the air. The figure that had been standing in your doorway every night now stood by your beside, a giant arm outstretched as dark talons clenched around the smaller creature. The black ichor dripped from its claws, and it threw the broken body down on the floor like a rag doll. It turned its head toward you again, but relief had crashed through you at its appearance.

The tall figure, now that it had appeared so close to your bedside, clearly towered at least seven feet tall. But even when it bent its whole body over, face nearing yours, you still didn’t fear it. It had leaned over, close enough that you could imagine that you felt its nonexistent breath on your face. Then it brushed against your forehead, as though it had kissed you gently back to sleep. You’d fallen back asleep as though knocked out.

And now, as you stood at your kitchen counter, holding a mug of tea, your mind had started to wander. Specifically, you’d started to wonder about your mysterious guardian. What had started out as a private sort of joke had turned into a reality, and you weren’t entirely sure what to make of it. The sensations and feelings had been far too concrete to be just a hallucination or just part of another sleep paralysis experience. Even now, you could still feel the sensation of the soft, gentle wisp of shadow brushing across your forehead.

Sighing, you dumped the mug into the sink and headed for bed, pulling at the hem of your large T-shirt. In the room, you slid off your shorts and put them on a chair, only in your underwear and shirt to sleep. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you took a moment to glance around the room. Your mind wandered to the weird, creepy spirit from the night before.

Tentatively, you decided to speak into the darkness. “Hey… I don’t know if you’re here right now, or—or listening, but… Hat Man. If you’re there, thank you. For saving me,” you said, tugging at your shirt. “I know I usually can’t move or talk, but… if you want company, you can come sit or lay down.” A little embarrassed at your own offer, you flopped back on the bed and rolled under the covers, burying your face in your pillow.

Even if it — he? — were there listening and you weren’t just talking to thin air, what would he think of your invitation? Was that too forward? Or weird?

You weren’t sure when exactly you fell asleep, but you certainly jerked awake sometime later when the bed next to you dipped. Your eyes opened, this time, and you saw the hulking figure almost meekly slide into bed beside you. His weight made your body slightly tip towards him, and he shifted to face you just in time to catch you against his chest. You noticed, now fully pressed against him, that he did have a slight, dusky sort of warmth, like the faint touch of a sunbeam filtering though curtains.

His giant talon paused, and he seemed to vacillate, as though unsure what to do with himself now that he was there. Tentatively, his fingers brushed against your arm. Your body seemed to gain a little bit more movement, just enough for you to sigh and lean further into his chest. He made you feel safe, and his presence was comforting. He didn’t seem to mind your advances, so you decided not to feel guilty as his giant arm wrapped around your back.

A soft, wispy hum escaped you, and you let yourself relax with the minimal movements the paralysis seemed to be allowing. You half-wished you could talk, just to speak with him. But at the same time, you could feel the drowsiness descend again. He felt too comfortable, and the solid weight of his body against yours made you melt like putty into the bed.

As you fell asleep, you swore you could feel the Hat Man brush another soft kiss to your forehead.

~

“Whoa, wait, you got yourself a Hat Man?” Your Tiefling coworker gave you a surprised look. “They usually only come into your life because they’re drawn in some way to protect you. Have you been doing okay? Staying safe?”

You nodded. “Well, I mean, now I am thanks to him,” you clarified, eyebrows furrowing. “What with my sleep paralysis and that weird… other thing.” You shuddered a little in disgust at the memory. “He’s been protecting me from whatever that thing was, I’m assuming.”

Harlow gave you a long look. “I didn’t want to really bring this up before, but do you know of anything in your heritage that might be… well, attractive to spirits? I’ve noticed before that you seem to draw the attention of non humans.”

You sighed, shoulders slumping. “Well, you’re not wrong,” you admitted, rubbing your arm. “When I was born, my grandmother told my parents that I had ‘the blood of a beacon,’” you said. “I had a talisman she gave me, but… it’s been years, so maybe the potency has worn off.”

He nodded. “Probably. Especially if you have beacon blood; I’m not surprised you drew a Hat Man to protect you. You might as well be the Ultimate Desire for them,” he remarked.

Your eyes widened at his comment. “Ultimate Desire?” you asked, startled. “I mean, I know that my blood is attractive to spirits for its potency in spirit energy. But what does Ultimate Desire mean? And why would Hat Man want that?” You noted that he called it a Hat Man. So it apparently was a type of spirit or entity.

“Hmm.” Harlow pursed his lips. “Well, an easy way to put it would be… the Hat Men are guardians of sources of energy like you. They’re fueled by the energy you have, so… it wouldn’t be inaccurate to say that he’s a personal bodyguard manifested by your beacon blood. The more your proximity or attention ‘fuels’ him and the more energy you give him, the stronger he’ll be and the better defense.”

You nodded thoughtfully. “Huh. So I’m basically… the ultimate source, I guess. I mean, for Hat Man.”

“Yep!” Then he gave you a sly grin. “So, you gonna get up close and personal with him?” His eyebrows wriggled at you teasingly.

Flushing, you reached over and shoved his shoulder. “Harlow, seriously!” you groaned.

He laughed, rubbing his arm exaggeratedly. “Aww c’mon, I’m just saying. He’s basically the one least likely to betray you. In other words, the safest way to get laid—“

You flounced off, leaving him to laugh and try to wheedle his way back into your good graces. Still, your mind wouldn’t stop wandering to the Hat Man. Wondered how much safer you’d feel if he decided to be just a little more handsy…

Whacking your face with your binder, you shook your head and scolded yourself. Really, Harlow must be influencing you more than you expected.

~

You slumped against the counter, groaning.

Maybe Harlow really had gotten to you, more than you’d really anticipated at first. His words kept ringing through your mind, leading to thought trains that you hadn’t really anticipated.

He’s a personal bodyguard… The more your proximity or attention ‘fuels him’ and the more energy you give him… He’s basically the one least likely to betray you.

With a defeated sigh, you picked yourself up and dragged yourself to your room. You’d wanted to go to bed early, for more reasons than you’d care to admit to yourself. Still, even as you turned the lights off and went to go change, you wondered if he would return tonight. If he’d still join you. If he’d stay.

Tugging at the T-shirt you’d slid on, you hesitated for only a moment before sliding your underwear off. Tossing it aside, you slid into bed, rolling onto your side and staring at the empty space across from you. Reaching out, you smoothed your hand against the sheets.

“I wish you were here, Hat Man,” you whispered into the quiet darkness.

To your surprise, your body almost instantly froze. A dark shape walked into view by the side of the bed, and the now-familiar talons lifted the sheets to slide into bed beside you. You vaguely wondered if the sleep paralysis the whole time had just been the spirits and now your Hat Man having an effect on you thanks to the lure of your blood.

Before you could think too much about it, though, the burly figure slid closer. Still, he didn’t hold you like he had before, and a pang of disappointment rushed through you. His arm lifted, then he seemed to hesitate.

Your body loosened a little, giving you that smidgen of movement you’d been granted last time. Without even a moment of thought, you rolled forward and snuggled into his chest again, the dusky warmth of his body soaking into you again. You sighed, gazing at the lines of his chest and the slashed scars that crossed the dark planes. Almost thoughtlessly, you traced your fingers against the edges of the scars.

You wondered how he’d gotten them. Were you the reason? Because he protected you? A pang of guilt ran through you for a moment.

He shifted, finally putting his arm around you again, as though he’d been waiting for the permission. His head bent a little, and he carefully seemed to nuzzle your hair, as though checking on you.

A little sleepy, you glanced up at him, noting the curve of his jaw. “Hi,” you breathed, your murmur quiet and wispy. Still, he pulled back and seemed to observe you curiously. His eyes, you finally noticed, had a faint sort of pale blue glow, dim in the darkness and only obvious from how close you were.

“Thank you,” you whispered, every word an effort. “For— this—“ Your fingers slipped across the lurid scars on his chest, your eyes starting to slide closed. But you fought it for a moment, determined to just… thank him. Properly. Mustering as much energy as you could, you sluggishly forced yourself up a little, just enough to brush your lips against his chin, the closest part of his face you could reach.

The talons tightened briefly against your waist, as though they’d convulsed in surprise. He seemed to freeze in front of you, processing what you’d just done.

You let out a sleepy hum, the drowsiness descending on you far faster than you would have liked. You wanted to talk with him. You wondered if he had a voice.

~

Harlow took one look at you. “Ohhh, someone’s sexually frustrated.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I can’t— Harlow,” you whined, feeling your entire face heat up.

He leaned against your desk with a sympathetic grin. “Look, if I call you out it’s only because I’m in the same boat or I’m about to help you. In this case both applies. Anyway, so, spill the tea.” He tilted his head, his polished horns gleaming under the office lights.

You sighed, then confessed everything to him. From the way you’d started feeling about your Hat Man to the way you’d started to… fantasize. Frustrated, you ran your fingers through your hair.

“I just… I don’t know if it’s because I’m lonely and he’s there, or if I— I don’t even know,” you sighed, closing your eyes in defeat. “I just don’t know.”

He chuckled, reaching over to pat your arm. “Look, like I said, Hat Men are there for protection. And by the sounds of it, yours is actually attracted to you. Spirits and entities like him don’t actively search for contact like that if they’re not interested in it.” He pursed his lips. “Not to mention, if you do actually get some— how big is he?”

You gave him a half-hearted glare. “Harlow—“

He snickered. “How tall is he. Seriously, you’re the one with the dirty mind here.” He flashed you that infuriating smirk as he teased you.

You rolled your eyes, giving up. “I don’t know, probably around seven feet? It felt like it, anyway, when he was standing beside the bed.”

“Oh so he’s stacked.” Harlow cackled. “But really, as I was saying, if you do bag that one, it’s quite the mutual benefit. It’ll be a direct method of energy transfer, not to mention that he’s absolutely probably going to be loyal to you if he gets those kinds of privileges.” He shrugged flippantly. “But that’s besides the point. Here’s what I’m going to suggest, so take this as you will.”

You left work that evening with your face burning but a solid plan from Harlow. You’d figure out later if you wanted to smack him or thank him.

~

That night, as you crawled into bed, you let out a breath and sat there, clutching the blankets. Biting your lip, you glanced toward the door.

“I hope you’ll join me again, tonight,” you ventured, calling out into the darkness of your room. Swallowing, you twisted the sheets in your fingers. “And… of course, you don’t have to, but… I’d love to be able to… to talk to you. Or— or hear more about you. If you can or want to communicate. I just…” You sighed.

“I don’t know if I have to not move when you’re around. I’m not sure how that works, but either way, I— I like having you around,” you admitted. “So… thank you. For protecting me. I hope you stay. You’re welcome to make yourself at home, here.” Taking one last glance at the door, you turned over and lay down. You self-consciously rubbed your legs together, almost embarrassed by your lack of clothing besides the T-shirt.

Would it be too obvious? Was it too much? Or maybe would that be enough-?

The bed behind you dipped just as you felt yourself seized by the paralysis again. But this time, it already felt minimal, as though the tight hold had been laxed even more than before. You rolled back, feeling your back hit the warmth of his chest. Every night, it seemed that he gained a little more solidity and form, and even more of a distinct body heat. The large arm wrapped around you again, sliding across your side and down your belly, talons slipping under your waist.

You hummed, the calm and contentment washing over you again with his presence. “Hi,” you murmured, your fingers managing to curl around one of his talons.

This time, to your mingled surprise and delight, you felt the soft huff of air against your neck like breath. It wasn’t really a sound, but it was something a little more. His face nudged against your neck and shoulder, while his lower body curled up as though to surround you as much as possible. Your heart pounded, almost giddy with the happiness that rushed through you.

“Missed you,” you breathed, your words less slurred than before. You weren’t fighting the sleepiness as hard tonight, and you wondered if it really was an effect that your Hat Man had on you or if it was something else. Still, you relished it.

His movements behind you paused, and you panicked for a split second, wondering if you’d scared him away. But then he nuzzled against you again, another huff washing over your neck. In the next moment, you heard a soft, rumbling growl, so deep that you almost wondered if you’d imagined it. The moment you heard it, your breath hitched. Your stomach clenched at the sound, heat pooling between your legs.

Your teeth sank into your lower lip helplessly, your entire body both aching and on fire where he touched you, held you. Chest heaving with a burning breath, you tried to control your reaction, suppressing your shiver. You didn’t want him to leave. Wanted him to stay.

Like a whisper, words bloomed in your mind, so softly that it took you a moment to realize you didn’t hear them aloud. So pretty. So soft, so kind. The deep voice, laced with a soft Brooklyn accent, took you off guard as it slithered through your mind.

Your back arched slightly, heat splashing across your cheeks. Before you could quite stop yourself, the way you arched made your ass press back against him. A soft gasp wrenched from your lips as you felt something distinctly hard and thick press back against you. It twitched slightly, and you could feel something damp soak into your T-shirt, smearing against your skin.

A low grunt sounded behind you, just as his hips jerked away. Abruptly, his body started to slide away from you, as though he were going to leave.

The desperation flashed through you, and you found yourself suddenly free to move. You rolled over, hand reaching out.

The both of you completely froze. Your eyes, wide open, riveted on his, your fingers splayed across the scars on his chest. His blue eyes, dim but clearly focused on your face as his chest heaved under your hand.

“Please,” it spilled from your lips, quiet and desperate in the silence. “Don’t leave.”

After a moment, he gingerly lifted his hand and reached for your face, talons barely brushing across your cheek. The whisper floated through your mind again. Sorry… The embarrassment was clear in his voice, and a pale blue flush spread over the area of his cheeks. For some reason, it made him even more endearing.

“You don’t have to be,” you whispered back, sure that your own cheeks were flushed with arousal and embarrassment.

He drew closer again, as though he couldn’t help himself. His face neared yours. So pretty. So warm. Sweet. The murmur was followed by the revealing of his mouth. A maw that split open the dark silhouette, black tongue sliding over sharp fangs. Wouldn’t want ta take advantage, sweetheart. Your acceptance of his advances seemed to embolden him. Don’t wanna be too greedy.

You swallowed. “I… I want you to.” Your breath quickened a little, glancing down at his maw. “You can… I— I want you to have my energy,” you offered shyly.

The eyes flared, trailing down your body. Want you. Soft. Sweet. Pretty. He seemed fixated on the description, repeating them again. Still, you couldn’t help but find yourself liking his attention.

“You can have me. Whenever.” You bit your lip briefly. “Even if I’m asleep, if you need energy… if you— if you want.”

His breath washed over your cheek as he bent closer than ever before. Kind. His telepathic voice washed over you, saturated with adoration. Kind to Varen. His tongue gently swiped over your cheek.

You half-whimpered. “Kiss?” you pleaded, desperate for more contact.

His mouth slid across yours, gentle and without a hint of teeth. His tongue flickered over your lips, and you welcomed it. His tongue slid across yours, lithe and gentle. His talons wrapped around your waist again, pulling you into his chest. His name slipped from your lips, soft and needy, and he responded instantly in the way his body shifted closer, half-pinning you under him. His lips slid across yours, trailing down your cheek, your jaw, your throat.

To your frustration, you could feel yourself getting almost unbearably sleepy, the drowsiness tugging at you again. You suddenly wondered if it had to do with him drawing on your energy, feeding off of it, but in the next moment you were completely distracted by the way he gently rutted against your thigh.

Despite your best efforts, you fell asleep.

You dreamed.

Dreamed of Varen, mostly, your mind fantasizing about his claws wrapping around you, pushing you further into the bed, hands wandering further. Of him sliding your T-shirt up, tangling his talons around it, using it as leverage to keep your body still as he slid his cock between your thighs. You swore you could feel it, could feel his talons pricking faintly against your skin as he rutted between your thighs, his tongue dragging over your shoulder and up the arch of your neck.

You could even feel the way his precum started dribbling down your skin, smearing across your thighs, mingling with your own wetness, coating his cock as he slid it against you. And then his cock angling up, just as his talons tightened around your hips and pulled you down against him. His tip slid into you, just as his breath washed over your shoulder.

You woke up as Varen’s maw closed over your shoulder and he pulled you all the way down onto him. Still groggy and half-disoriented from waking up, you could only let out a strangled whine and arch your back, unwittingly pressing yourself further against him. The insistent throb of him inside you and the way your body clenchedaround him was proof that it wasn’t just a dream.

You were still groggy, whimpers spilling from your lips as you lay there pliantly, not resisting anything he was doing. You stayed half-asleep, already blissed out just by the sensation of him filling you.

So good. His soft accent curled through your frazzled mind, satisfied and soothing. So pretty. Doing so good, sweetheart. It’s okay, you don’t have to do anything. Gonna take care of you, pretty.

The knot in your core kept tightening, coiling with every gentle thrust he made, his hips fairly rolling against you. He shifted behind you, his claws gentle but decisive as he rolled you onto your stomach. His body followed, pinning you under him as his legs tangled with yours and his talons around your hips held you in place. He mouthed your shoulder, just barely pricking you with his fangs as his tongue soothed over the soft bites.

Your eyelashes barely fluttered, your body bathed in the dusky heat of pleasure. Despite being half-asleep, the way he steadily pumped in and out of you was so careful, so gentle. You already felt entirely wrecked, tears slipping down your cheeks as you whined. The angle and the way he curled up inside you kept hitting that one spot that sent stars flashing behind your eyelids every time he thrust. Your fingers clenched in the pillow, body trembling. You were so close.

Pretty little thing. Varen cooed, infatuation saturating every word, every thrust into you. Being so good. So… close… The soft, deep growl rumbled through his chest and down into you as well.

The tight coil inside you burst, like a coiled spring. The dusky heat washed through your body in a wave of pleasure, your orgasm roiling through you with a steady but undeniable strength. Varen fucked you through it, extending your orgasm as you trembled and sobbed out his name. He never let go of you, whispering your name as he kissed your throat and praised you softly.

It wasn’t until you’d come down that he came, jerking against you and letting out a low moan. His hips pressed flush against yours, his seed spilling into you with a rush of warmth that settled in you, soaking into the rest of your body. You basked in it, utterly spent and satisfied in a way you couldn’t remember ever being before.

Vaguely, you felt Varen roll back onto his side, pulling you along with him. Though he didn’t pull out of you, he still nuzzled against your neck and curled around you, pulling you flush against him.

You fell back asleep to the sensation of warmth and comfort.

When you woke up the next morning, Varen was gone. The only proof you had of last night was a small smear of faint blue on your inner thigh and the feeling of warmth still pooling in your belly, like a kernel of heat. With a smile, you looked up at the doorway again.

“Thank you, Varen,” you said softly. “I’ll see you tonight.”

The only answer you received was a small flash of blue that flickered in the doorway.

~ Bonus! ~

Harlow took one look at you as you walked into work before letting out a whoop. “Heck yeah, bestie got laid!” He laughed, hugging you.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to be annoyed at him, though you shook your head with a sigh. “Thanks for your advice, Harl,” you said, smiling.

He grinned, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “Course, what are best friends for? Best wingman award who?” he cackled. “Anyway, tell me the dirty details. Oh, should we go celebrate?”

You shook your head. “Never change, Harl. Never change.”

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Day 6: Hand Kink

Day 6 of Kinktober! Already almost a week in, huh… I figured I’d dip into the rich Japanese side of mythology this time. I hope this is an acceptable tribute… Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content ONLY. Trigger warnings for violence mentioned including physical assault, some family abuse dynamics, implied sexual assault (does not actually happen), and mild descriptions of death. Also sexual content including soft dom themes, PinV unprotected sex, entirely consensual.

Tags: Beast Youkai x reader, fox spirit x reader, exophilia, terato

Small Sun Showers

“It’s such a small thing, really.”

You slid the bag you’d brought into the hollow of the old tree. Avoiding the ropes strung around, you carefully sat on the rock next to the tree.

“I brought you some sweet buns, this time, with poppy seeds,” you said, ignoring the comment that had come from the dark hollow. “Since you said you missed some of the herbs.”

The sound of crinkling came from the hole, followed by the sounds of munching. “Attentive to me, as always, sweet one,” the disembodied voice cooed, though a moment later burning orange eyes stared at you from the darkness.

You studiously avoided the gaze, looking down at the grass under your feet. A sliver of shadow from the abandoned warehouse nearby fell over you, giving you some shade from the warm sun. As always, you didn’t respond to the epithets. You never did.

“How is the temple doing?” The voice asked.

“It’s fine,” you answered, almost automatically. “The festival is coming up soon, so everyone is excited.”

“And yet you do not, hmm?” The eyes tilted, as though the head had cocked at her curiously.

Your eyes slid away, more towards the forest beyond the tree. Unconsciously, your fingers tugged at the long sleeves you wore, despite the warm weather.

“I’m a little nervous,” you admitted. “As a Shrine Maiden, I’m supposed to be doing the Miko Kagura. I’ve been practicing, but…”

“You wear long sleeves again.” A hint of suspicion crept into the voice.

Despite yourself, you flinched. “I— I’m just-“

A low growl issued from the tree. “A spirit has been harassing you again, hasn’t it. Why haven’t you called an exorcist? Or told your Father, the Priest?”

You turned your head away. “It’s been contracted by someone else,” you admitted, voice thin. “I… can’t tell Papa.”

A pause. “Because it was bought at a high price.” A sneer laced the voice. “Then how do you plan to get rid of it? You can’t hold it off forever yourself. And it’s already injured you, hasn’t it.”

You shook your head. “I’ll find out a way. I can’t bother anyone else with it.” Your eyes slid closed, the bruises mottled up your arm throbbing.

“Or you could create a contract with something far more powerful,” came the slick purr. “If you’d only break the talisman, I would make a contract with you, sweet one.” The sealed beast offered, for not the first time.

“You are a beast youkai,” you answered, voice steady. “It is against your nature to bind yourself to anyone, much less become the guardian spirit of a small temple.” You reminded both him and yourself.

“Unless we have reason. Even the mightiest of beasts might be swayed by beauty such as yours.”

A bitter smile twisted your lips as you turned your face away. You? As if. The beast youkai only even spoke to you because you gave it food and paid attention to it out of your own loneliness, not because it somehow cared about you. You couldn’t bring yourself to really believe that.

With a soft sigh, you plucked at your sleeves. “What do you want me to bring you next time?”

But the voice stayed quiet for a moment. When it spoke again, something in its voice had changed. “Do you truly not believe me? I do not lie when I say that I would bind myself to you. I would never let you be injured. I would protect you, like your family cannot. I would hold you close,” the voice said, a dreamy tone in its voice, “and I would shower you with everything you deserve.”

You fought the tears that welled in your eyes as you abruptly stood, grabbing your bag. “If you don’t have any requests, I’ll just bring anything,” you interrupted, struggling to make sure your voice didn’t waver.

A sigh, so soft that you wondered if it were only the wind. “A meat bun.”

You nodded, then headed back down the hillside towards home. Reaching up, you angrily smeared your tears from your cheeks, breath hitching on your sobs.

You could never allow yourself to believe the words of a youkai, much less a powerful and dangerous one like him. No matter how sweet his words, how genuine they sounded… Everyone always lied to you. He would be no exception.

You tried to ignore the little part of you that wondered if maybe, just maybe, dying at the hands of the youkai would be better than continuing the misery of your life.

~

“Fouuuund youuuu.” A yawning mouth sprang from the darkness, black eyes fixed with crazed bloodlust on your body.

You dropped to the floor, scrambling across the hardwood to slide towards the doorway. Leaping back up, you ran for your life. Your breaths came fast and shallow as you blindly ran, tripping through the dark halls of the temple. Behind you, you could hear cackling laughter as its talons scrabbled after you.

You reached out your hand, then burst though the main doors, stumbling across the stones out front. Looking up, you froze.

An entire group of men stood in front of you, all staring at you with leering, jeering faces. The one in the front, the one your brain automatically assumed was the leader, stepped forwards.

“Well, well. Would you look at that.” He grinned, his eyes sliding over your shoulder.

Something grabbed your arm, wrenching you back. You stifled a cry, sinking your teeth into your lip as claws brutally dug into the bruises already all up your arm. The spirit held you, its tight grip almost unbearable.

“I guess the boy must really hate his family, huh?” the man sneered, hands in his pockets as he stared at you down his nose. Reaching out with his foot, he kicked at you like some sort of trash. “To think that he’d offer his own younger sister in exchange for his debts.”

Your heart sank. Of course. Your brother who had gotten into debt with the yakuza. Of course he’d offer you: the only girl, the precious little shrine maiden.

Sadly enough, it didn’t even surprise you. But at least now you figured out why the spirit had haunted you in particular so insistently, and how much trouble you were in. Which, you snorted bitterly to yourself, was a lot. Probably at risk of your life, at best.

A wild thought flashed through your head, desperate but somehow… insistent. Your eyes briefly scanned the crowd of men. You were smaller than most of them, and probably in better shape at this point. If you managed to get a brief head start, you weren’t too far away— enough to maybe be able to get there just fast enough. But you’d have to immobilize the spirit first, at least temporarily.

Thickly, you swallowed, closing your eyes and breathing in deeply. You had enough. Just enough for one— Your other hand landed on the spirit’s as your eyes flew open. The spirit let out a piercing shriek, letting go of you as the searing spiritual energy burst through your palm. You didn’t hesitate.

Breaking into a dead sprint, you headed straight for the hill behind the temple. Behind you, you could hear the angry shouts of the men as they started after you. You pushed yourself, ignoring it, taking as many shortcuts as you could, heart pounding in your ears as you gasped for air. Your legs were starting to ache, and you could hear them gaining on you; but the warehouse was in sight.

Skidding around the corner, you ran straight for the tree. Your hand reached for the talisman.

When the yakuza men caught up to you, they found you kneeling at the base of the tree, a shattered seal at your feet.

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you whispered into the hollow. “Please… if you help me, just this once… I’ll give you myself in exchange,” you promised weakly.

“It’s too late now, little girl,” the boss sneered, starting to step towards you. “You’re coming with us.”

But before he could say anything more or another move was made, a dark mist began to swirl around the area. Shouts of confusion arose as the mist covered everything, too dark to see through, almost too dark to even move in safely. A low, grating laugh spilled from the darkness, just as you felt yourself being lifted up.

Startled, you gasped softly and clung to the solidity you could feel under your fingers. Lips parted, you stared at the familiar orange eyes that slowly materialized in front of you. A wide, fanged grin split the darkness underneath the eyes; and slowly, a body started to emerge from the swirling dark mist.

“Well hello there, my sweet one,” the familiar voice cooed. Long, pitch black hair tied in a low ponytail framed a pale face. The beast youkai, one that you now recognized as a Fox, held you effortlessly in one arm, pulling you close to his chest. He towered above the ground, dwarfing you in every way possible. His entire hand curled around almost your entire thigh.

You swallowed. “H-hello,” you whispered tremulously, not even sure what to think at this point.

“You released me,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on you. He leaned forward, and his nose brushed against your cheek as a soft purr rumbled through his chest, reverberating down into you.

Your fingers clenched in his robe, surprise flittering through you that he wasn’t… leaving. Or killing you.

“My brave darling,” the youkai fairly gushed, nosing against you. “Now I can finally fulfill my promise to you.”

“Promise?” you repeated dumbly, mind whirling. What-?

He chuckled. “I told you, didn’t I? That I would contract with you, if you set me free. Protect you, cherish you as you should be.”

He’d actually meant it? What?

“I…” You stared up at his orange eyes, fixed on you intensely. Your breath stuck in your throat as the familiar ache of longing overcame you. Reminded you of your stupidity, falling in love with the beast youkai that you thought would never even glance at you if he were free.

“Of course I’ll do anything for you,” he purred, his tongue flicking out to briefly lick away the tear-streak on your cheek. “As if I would deny you when you offer me the one thing I truly desire more than anything else.” He grinned, eyes sparking. “You.”

And then his fingers tilted your chin up, and your eyes squeezed shut as his lips landed on yours. The kiss was warm and soft, surprisingly so. You could feel your spiritual energy gravitating towards him, could feel it wrapping around him, infusing him, as he made a contract binding him to you and your spiritual energy. He reluctantly let go of your lips, the dizzying kiss making your head spin as you gasped for breath.

“My name is Kaz, sweet one,” he murmured, orange eyes half-lidded in simmering contentment.

Unthinkingly, you repeated the name. “Kaz…”

His eyes glowed. “Now then. Why don’t we start with these filth?”

In the next moment, the mist cleared to reveal that everyone now stood in the empty warehouse. Kaz still held you in his arm, keeping you close against his chest as he stared at the yakuza men starting to reorient themselves.

The boss cursed, glaring at you and Kaz. “Hand her over,” he spat, bristling. “She’s ours.”

But Kaz only laughed, his teeth baring as feral glee glittered in his eyes. “Give you my precious shrine maiden?” he cackled. “Didn’t you ever consider the fact that she is in fact a shrine maiden at a temple, with her own powerful spiritual energy? Enough to make a contract with a powerful beast like me?” He licked his lips. “And your blood… smells wonderful.”

Some of the men started to look wary, clearly leery about the sheer size of Kaz, especially in comparison with you.

Kaz tilted his head toward you, just as he flicked his fingers. A soft sort of puffy cloud materialized beside him, and he gently set you on it. “Stay here while I get rid of these nuisances,” he said gently, his fingers brushing across your cheek. “I’ll be right back, I promise.” With one last sickeningly sweet smile, he turned towards the men. A sword materialized in his hand, practically the size of your entire body.

You looked away, bile rising in your throat. The blood drained from your face as you heard the men screaming, the sound of the carnage making you reach up to clap your hands over your ears. Though you were sure the men were far from innocent or deserving of mercy, the brutality of their deaths was undeniable. A high-pitched, inhuman shriek indicated that the spirit they’d contracted had also been shredded by Kaz.

It made you wonder. How powerful was Kaz, exactly-?

After another moment, you felt Kaz lift you up again in his arm. Eyes flying open, you grasped at his shoulders as he pulled you close against himself again. His other blood-spattered hand still held his sword, but his eyes were adoringly fixed on you.

Reaching up, you absently wiped away a tiny drop of blood off of his jaw. “Thank you,” you whispered. Despite yourself… you felt safe.

His eyes visibly lit up, and his grin widened as he gazed up at you. “Ah, my darling praises me!” You could swear his eyes had hearts in them. “Do I get a kiss?” His grin turned teasing.

You swallowed thickly. “I… I promised you myself if you helped me,” you said weakly. “It’s all I can really give you… besides my spiritual energy—“

Kaz leaned forwards, his face so close that you could almost feel his breath against your lips. “Be my bride,” he whispered, his voice a heady murmur.

You breath hitched. “K-Kaz?” Had you… heard him right-?

“You offered me yourself, darling,” he purred. “So, be my bride. I am contracted to you, aren’t I? So I will be an impertinent beast and ask the shrine maiden to be my bride without shame.”

You closed your eyes. “Okay,” you whispered.

He paused, as though he himself didn’t believe you’d agreed.

Because you both knew that as a youkai contracted to someone with spiritual energy, you had the power to entirely command him to do anything… and deny him anything. Yet here you were, agreeing to be his bride.

“Okay, Kaz,” you repeated, not meeting his eyes. You could feel the color splash across your face.

But in all honesty, it wasn’t as though you really had many other options. Kaz could promise you some sort of safety even against your own family, and his power was certainly enough to protect you against other youkai. It had taken one of the highest-complexity talismans to even seal him away in the first place, and you could already feel through the contract how powerful he was.

The idea of being his bride… wasn’t really disagreeable.

“Darling,” Kaz breathed. His lips gently slid against yours, the touch soothing and almost… grounding. “I’ll be a most devoted husband, I promise,” he murmured.

You closed your eyes and decided that you would try to believe.

The talisman had been such a small thing, really.

~

You smiled as you walked down the street, stretching your hand out to gather the raindrops that pattered down and pooled in your palm. The weather had been beautiful, but despite the warm sunshine and hardly a cloud being in the sky, it had still decided to rain.

Pausing in the middle of the empty sidewalk, you lifted your face and let the raindrops splash against your face in a cooling shower. You loved the rain, the way it seemed to wash away all your heavy worries and soothe the ragged edge in your soul.

A shadow fell over you, and you opened your eyes to see Kaz standing above you, smiling down at you. He leaned down and swept you up into his arm, one hand holding your thigh while the other wrapped around your waist. A startled laugh fell from your lips as you held onto his shoulders.

“Is my darling enjoying the fox wedding?” he cooed.

You flushed, just then realizing the common name for the burst of cloudless rain. You gave him a shy smile, then nodded.

He chuckled. “Should we celebrate, sweet one? I can give you a gift, if you like.” Between one breath and another, he’d shifted you both somewhere else.

You gasped, eyes widening as you saw that you were floating on a soft, wispy cloud, now deep in the forest on the outskirts of town. A place no other people were, where the rain pattered softly against the leaves of the trees and dripped to the undisturbed grasses below. Flowers bloomed beneath your cloudy carpet ride, and you leaned over to brush your fingers through the colorful blooms.

The cloud rose a little, coming to a stop and floating peacefully. Kaz pulled you into his lap, his hands wrapping around your entire waist. He smiled, watching your expressions as you looked around in delight.

“And what do you think of your wedding veil, my darling bride?” Kaz murmured, leaning down to brush his nose against your hair.

You looked down at the long, wispy cloud under you, and smiled. “It’s pretty. Thank you, Kaz.” You tilted your head back to smile at him.

His orange eyes flared, and he caught your lips in a burning kiss that seared through you like foxfire. Letting out a surprised squeak, you grasped his robe, fingers tangling in it for support as he pulled you closer, tilting his head and deepening the kiss. Your head spun as your eyes fluttered closed.

When he finally parted, you gasped a little for air, blinking dazedly. His hand gently slid up your waist and side, sliding to your back, pulling you flush against him. He pressed another kiss to your lips. You realized, with a burst of embarrassment, that the rain had entirely soaked your shirt, plastering it to your body and leaving rather little to the imagination.

“Darling, my darling,” Kaz murmured against your lips, “won’t you let me touch you?” His hands slid down your body, fingers caressing you sensually.

You bit your lip, heat staining your face. It wasn’t fair. He knew your weakness for his hands. His large, strong hands that held you close, admired your body with touch. His calloused, capable hands that protected you, defended you, worked for you.

You nodded shyly, peeking up at him. Your lips parted in a gasp as his hands slid under your shirt, starting to map out your skin. His tongue slid against yours in a soft kiss, almost distracting you from how his hands deftly explored your body.

It almost startled you when your back landed against the cloud, Kaz hovering above you with his hands wrapped around your waist. His robe slipped open, sliding down his shoulders as he observed you with burning eyes.

“So beautiful, darling,” he purred, his hands trailing down to your pants. “Can I touch? Please?”

Shyly, you nodded, one hand over your mouth as you let out a quiet whimper, chest heaving with breath. Kaz’s hands were so broad, so warm… handled you with such a reverent sort of gentility and softness that you couldn’t help but bask in it, melt into it.

A steady purr rumbled through his chest as he kissed his way down your jaw and neck, fingers sliding into your pants and underwear to pull them off. Sliding his hands under you, he pulled your body up against him, lips sliding across yours.

Your hands braced you against his chest as you gasped, feeling his cock land heavily against your stomach. It throbbed against you, but he quickly distracted you as one hand slid into your hair, pulling your head back. He pressed a kiss to your lips, his mouth hot against your skin.

“So tiny and sweet,” Kaz mumbled against your neck, his voice half-drunk. His fingers slid across your thigh wrapped around his waist, and he lowered his hips, pushing you into the plush softness of the cloud. Your mind started to fuzz, entirely focused on the way his hands grasped at you, somehow greedy and gentle all at once, and the way he handled you with that deft confidence yet tender infatuation.

“Kaz,” the moan left your lips before you could quite help it, your entire body humming at every brush of his fingers.

His answering hum was low and amused as he started to gently slide into you, making you gasp and arch. His cock slid into you without resistance. You’d gotten so wet just thanks to his soft touches and gentle attention. He murmured your name against your lips as he slid wholly into you, seating himself inside with a heavy breath.

You whimpered, biting your lip as you tried to somehow ground yourself. Everything had started to go fuzzy, especially as his hands wrapped entirely around your hips and pulled you down onto his cock, his grasp iron as he ground up into you.

His pace, once he started thrusting, stayed steady and almost agonizingly slow. But when you whined, he chuckled and slid his fingers between your lips instead. You let his lithe fingers gently play with your tongue, while his other hand kept you anchored to him.

You could feel the coil inside you steadily growing, getting tighter, closer to the edge. Everything felt so hazy and light, like the solidity of his body was the only real thing, the only think that mattered. Like his hands were the only things that kept you grounded, held you down, safe from drifting away.

“K-Kaz.” Your teary eyelids opened to gaze up at his face.

“Does this please you, my darling?” Kaz murmured, sliding his fingers out of your mouth and down to press against your clit.

“I— I love you.” Your fingers curled against his chest.

His orange eyes widened, then flooded with that pure, infatuated adoration. “I love you, my sweet darling,” he purred, kissing you. “And I am so entirely yours.”

The coil in your stomach snapped, your orgasm washing over you with a force that left you lightheaded and dizzy. The pleasure suffused your entire body until you were gasping, tears streaking down your cheeks as you whimpered.

You finally floated down from your high to the feeling of Kaz’s hands sweeping over you. He murmured soft endearments into your ear, pressing soft kisses to your skin. He pulsed inside you, but still kept his pace slow and steady as he fucked you through the aftershocks.

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you nestled your head into the crook of his neck. His hands clenched around your hips, and he let out a groan as he rested his head beside yours. You could tell that he was so close, his hips starting to stutter.

“You feel so lovely, so warm and tight and soft, darling,” Kaz groaned. “Please, can I—“

“It’s okay, Kaz,” you reassured sweetly, voice shy. “You can.”

He jerked one more time, sinking into you with a low groan. His entire body shuddered as he came, pouring into you as he gripped your thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints. For once, you didn’t mind the bruises.

Pulling back, he caught your lips in a deep kiss, mouth slanting over yours. He poured the love, the gratitude, the adoration between your lips until you felt as though you could drown in it.

“I will always protect you,” he promised against your lips.

And for once, you believed the promise.

It was such a small thing, really.

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Day 10: Toy

Short, perhaps, but I think sweet and just enough! Day 10 of Kinktober, and we’re still somehow going strong. For all you Tech simps… enjoy. Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content ONLY. Mentions of public sex, use of toys, risk play

Tags: Tech x Reader, The Bad Batch, Star Wars

A Little Experiment

Could we try a little experiment?

Why? Why had you agreed to this? You sat in your chair, desperately trying to control your breaths. In front of you sat your boyfriend, that tiny, infuriating smirk on his face as he calmly ate his plate of food.

You struggled to eat anything, every single movement only adding to the problem. You couldn’t even drink anything, your fingers far too shaky to properly hold the glass.

“At least eat a little, cyar’ika?” Tech fussed, shaking his head at you.

“I would if you’d let me, you infuriating—“ You broke off with a whimper. Tech had turned up the dial a notch, and you were starting to be afraid that someone would hear the little whirr of the vibrator in your panties— or worse. That you’d start soaking through your underwear.

“Tech, please,” you whimpered. The vibrator had been on for at least five minutes now, starting off as a pulse until it worked up to a constant buzz that had been driving you insane. It was pressed right against your clit, impossible to move or adjust for any sort of relief.

He sighed in mock-regret, adjusting his goggles. “Very well,” he conceded. “We’ll compromise. At least so you can finish your food, hmm? Wouldn’t want you to starve,” he said, shaking his head.

The vibrator abruptly switched off. You almost slumped to the table in relief, shakily trying to pick up your utensils. Thankfully, you’d at least eaten half of your food before you’d lost all sense of functionality. You’d barely managed a few bites before the toy pulsed with vibrations. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to finish your plate, even as the sporadic, random pulses threatened to send the fork clattering from your fingers.

You finally, somehow, managed to finish your plate. Your entire body felt like one giant nerve, every movement somehow brushing against your skin with an unbearable sensitivity. Your bra rasping against your nipples almost hurt.

Tech escorted you out of the restaurant, his hand settled gently on the small of your back. Still, even the minimal contact made you almost want to scream, wanting more, wanting relief.

“Almost there,” he murmured encouragingly, his voice smooth with the promise.

The moment you made it through the door of your apartment, your knees buckled. Tech swept you up without a pause, carrying you towards the bedroom. You tucked your head against his neck with a pitiful whine, shivering as the vibrator ramped up into a soft but insistent buzz.

He gently lowered you onto the bed, that same small smile on his face. But still, he bent to press a kiss to your lips that was wholly tender. You leaned into the touch, your body almost on fire. You were almost past the point of desperation at the moment, gasping against his lips.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, beginning to unbutton your shirt. His lithe fingers quickly got your clothes off as he distracted you with his wine-soaked kiss.

By the time all your clothes were off, the sheer relief of the cool air hitting your flushed skin was enough to make you arch and moan. The sweat clung to your skin. Tech hummed as he gently smoothed his hands over your skin.

“You’ve gotten rather sensitive, haven’t you?” he observed. “I admit, I underestimated your sensitivity levels.”

You tugged at him with an incoherent whine, drool already slipping from the corners of your lips. He finally acquiesced, leaning down pressing his body against yours. The pressure felt all at once not enough and too much. When you whimpered and peeled open tear-stuck eyelashes to look pleadingly up at him, he gave in.

“Alright. You’ve been good, cyar’ika,” he said. His hands held onto your hips, just as he turned the setting on highest.

You arched, a cry spilling from your lips as it sent you careening towards the edge of your orgasm. The moment Tech leaned down and pressed the toy further onto your clit, moving it in those devastatingly tight circles, you tumbled over the cliff.

You were pretty sure you sobbed. As it was, the orgasm crashed through you with such force that you didn’t even know how long it lasted. By the time you regained some form of coherence, you noticed that Tech had removed the vibrator, instead gently kissing your neck as he swept his hands over your flushed and trembling body.

“You did so good,” he praised softly. “Thank you for your participation in my experiment,” he chuckled.

You reached up and weakly smacked his chest, rolling your eyes. “I’ll have my revenge one day,” you scoffed.

He grinned, adjusting his goggles with that gleam in his eye. “I look forward to it.”

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Day 8: Praise Kink

It is finally the second week of Kinktober! This one turned out a little softer than I thought it would, but honestly I think it fits Nanami Kento quite well. Enjoy the abounding fluff. Excuse the pun in the title. Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content ONLY. Some warnings for mild blood mentions (jujutsu as we all know) and death, PinV unprotected sex, very vanilla on the whole.

Tags: Nanami Kento x reader, Jujutsu Kaisen

Good Seed

Nanami Kento lowered his blade, adjusting the tie around his neck. Thankfully this cursed spirit hadn’t been too difficult to dispatch, though it did have some tricks in store that had nearly caught him off guard. Still, he’d made it with only a few bruises. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his pocket watch to check the time.

Only twenty-eight and I’m going to end up dead or half-dead by the time I’m thirty at this rate.He grumbled to himself, annoyed that he’d been forced to work two minutes of overtime for this mission. Pocketing his watch again, he turned and started walking out. He wanted to go home. Wanted to be done with the day and go back to his wife and their bed.

He wanted to go back to you.

By the time he finally got back home, his annoyance had simmered down to a vague feeling that eased a little once he stepped foot inside the door. The soft scent of fresh bread wafted through the house, and he took a moment to stop and breathe it in.

“Honey, I’m home,” he called into the hallway, reaching down to take off his shoes. When he straightened back up, he saw you coming down the hallway, smiling as you approached.

“Kento!” you greeted, your voice bubbling with happiness as your eyes lit up. “I didn’t know you were coming home so soon!”

He swept you up in his arms once you approached, burying his nose into your hair for a moment. Letting out a sigh, he breathed in the scent of your shampoo and the fresh bread.

“I actually had to go overtime a little, but I wanted to get back home to you,” he muttered into your hair, relishing the feeling of your body pressed against his, warm and welcoming.

You hummed, tilting your head up to give him a smile. “Thank you for working so hard, Kento,” you said, voice soft. You reached up to gently stroke his cheek. “You always protect everyone, so diligently.”

The warm pride in your voice, coupled with the soft praise, made his entire body seem to flush with relief. Leaning down, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. You squeaked in surprise for a moment, then clung to the lapels of his suit coat as you melted into the kiss. He let go, arm still wrapped around your waist.

“For you, darling,” he murmured. His chest heaved with a sigh. “Is any of that bread ready? I could use some right now.”

Though your cheeks were still a little flushed, you smiled. “Of course! I’m almost finished with dinner, actually. I made hot pot with bread for dessert. I thought you might be hungry when you came back from work.” You led the way into the kitchen, bustling about as you tried to get things together.

Nanami sat at the table, setting his bag down and loosening his tie. The kitchen was warm from the cooking, and his eyes tracked you across the floor, watching you. His whole being seemed to calm and settle down, something that seemed to happen so much more ever since he’d married you.

You finally finished putting things on the table and sat down across from him. “Did your day go well?” you asked, beginning to put things into the hot pot. You sent him a smile across the table.

He hummed, setting his glasses down. “Productive,” he answered, taking a sip from his glass. “Still, I hate overtime.” The flash of disgust crossed his face.

You laughed softly. “I’m sorry, Kento. I know you hate it. But you’re usually always so punctual. It’s a little funny to see you so annoyed,” you said, shaking your head. “But I’m glad you’re home safely. You weren’t hurt too badly, were you?”

Another thing he’d always appreciated about you: you always seemed so calm and collected even in the face of danger. It was one of the things that had even made him notice you in the first place. No matter the injuries he brought to you, you always managed to stay calm until the immediate danger had passed. And if he enjoyed the fuss you threw up after the first worry had passed over… well, maybe that was just his prerogative.

He chuckled. “No, just a few bruises. But otherwise nothing major.” He gave you a warm glance over the table, his faint smile a touch amused.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Let me worry, you insufferable man,” you sniffed, beginning to fill a plate with food. “I’m allowed to, especially as your wife.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t dream of anything else,” he drawled. Then he took the plate you offered him. “Thank you.” He took a bite of the food, relishing the mouthful. “How about you?” he asked between bites.

You hummed over your own plate. “Oh, the usual… I think I’m more overwhelmed with paperwork than anything else right now,” you sighed. “Too many bodies have piled up at the morgue right now.” You frowned.

He hummed. “Don’t push yourself too hard.”

You huffed slightly, pouting at him. “You say that, but you work too hard sometimes too.”

He shrugged. “It’s work,” he said simply.

Once dinner was finished, he helped you wash the dishes as you took the cooled bread out of the oven and began slicing into it. Drying his hands, he put the last dish away and stepped towards you. Sliding his arms around your waist, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the crook of your neck.

“Hmm. Thank you for the bread,” he said, voice unraveled with contentment as he snitched a piece of bread.

“You’re welcome, love,” you answered, amused. Still, you took a bite yourself. “I thought I’d try to make a recipe you like for when you got back. You deserve it, after all.”

He savored the fluffy, warm bread that seemed to dissolve on his tongue, the flavor rich. He mused over his life with you for a moment as he pulled you back into his chest. Thought about how you’d somehow decided, despite his protests, that you wanted to be married to a man who risked his life every day as a part of his job. Not that you didn’t understand the risk, especially as an autopsy technician who wasn’t unfamiliar with jujutsu yourself, but still. He’d never thought it fair to ask of someone— and yet here you were. Willingly. Never once complaining about his choice of profession.

You turned around, smoothing your hands across his chest as you gazed up at him. A soft, dewey sort of understanding filled your eyes. “Are you okay, Kento?” you murmured. You never pressed. Only offered to listen, to comfort, to support.

He leaned down, pressing a grateful kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry I don’t tell you enough,” he said thoughtfully, on a whim.

“Tell me?” You blinked, startled.

He gazed thoughtfully down at your eyes. “That you’re the best thing in my life. That I love you, more than… I’ve ever loved anyone else,” he said slowly. He’d always hated wasting words. He simply wanted to say what he meant. Simply wanted you to know.

That brilliant, breathtaking smile crossed your face, and you reached up to cup his face in your hands. The callouses on your fingers and palm rasped against his skin, reminding him of the tools you also constantly used, every day. Weapons of a different sort that he wielded.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “I love you, too,” you said with the same, simple contentment. Your thumb brushed under his eye, as though trying to smooth away the shadows that gathered thickly there. “Even if you don’t say it often, I still feel it. You’re always so thoughtful to me. Always take care of me.” Then you laughed. “My coworkers are always jealous, you know.”

His eyebrow lifted as he gazed down at your face.

The fond amusement suffused your voice as you spoke. “The way you always treat me. I guess I must really talk about you a lot…” You shook your head at yourself. “They always tell me that they’re jealous about how happy and contented I am with you. About how considerate you are of me. How well you take care of me.”

His chest lit with warmth, and he felt the smile curl his lips. “Is that so?” He turned his head to press a kiss to your palm. “And you never talk about the times we argue?”

You rolled your eyes, poking his cheek. “Okay, so we’re not perfect. But who is.”

He chuckled. “So I’m a good husband, am I?”

You leaned up on your tiptoes, brushing a quick kiss to his lips. “The best,” you said with a simple confidence. Then you hummed. “Do you want any more bread?”

He shook his head. “No. I’d rather take a shower and then lie down with you.”

You nodded. “I’ll put this away, then. Go shower, I’ll bring your bag to your desk. Oh, and just put your clothes in the laundry basket, I’m going to sort them tomorrow to be washed or dry cleaned.”

He nodded, reluctantly pulling away from you. Still, even as he stood in the shower, letting the water wash away the stress of the day, his mind kept wandering to you. He frowned and prodded gingerly at some of his bruises, making sure they weren’t too severe. But his mind kept imagining your soft hands and lithe fingers brushing across his skin with a deft gentility, smoothing away his pains and rubbing salve into his aching muscles. And your soft voice kept running through his mins.

Thank you for working so hard. You deserve it. You always treat me so well. Take care of me.

The litany of praise filled his mind until his whole body felt flushed and agitated. With a sigh, he finally climbed out of the shower to dry off. You just always had such an effect on him that he couldn’t deny. When he walked out, towel slung over his shoulders and sleep pants hung low on his hips, he heard you call to him.

“Kento, I have the cooling cream for your bruises.”

It was like you could read his mind, he reflected as he walked into the room to sit on the edge of the bed near you. “Thank you, darling.” He reached up to dry his hair a bit more, sighing.

You shifted closer to him on the bed, opening the little container of the cooling cream. A soft frown touched your lips as you observed the giant bruise that spread over his side. Reaching out, you gently brushed your fingers over it, checking for any other concerning signs. Relieved at not finding anything other than the bruise, you scooped some of the cream onto your fingers and started to gently spread it across the blue and black skin.

He didn’t make a sound, but his muscles tensed a little as the cold cream touched his skin. He sat still to let you work, but he remained well aware of his body’s rather prominent reaction to your soft touch. Trying to push away his persistent feelings, he got distracted. The moment your fingers pressed against a particularly tender spot, he jerked for a moment in surprise.

You splayed your other hand across his hip, trying to hold him still. “I’m sorry,” you murmured, focused on your current task. “Bear with me for just another moment, please.” You finished rubbing the cream into his bruises, then smoothed your hand over his hip and thigh. “Thank you for being good, Kento,” you said, almost thoughtlessly.

He froze, the words sending heat down through his body. He sucked in a breath, then turned to you slowly. Almost unconsciously, he murmured your name. All he could focus on was the way your voice had practically purred his name with the praise.

You looked up at him from putting the cream back in its drawer, and he knew by the way your head tilted that she had noticed his reaction. A small, knowing smile crossed your lips.

“Should I give you some more attention?” you asked.

He reached out, snagging your waist in his hand and dragging you closer. “If my lovely wife wouldn’t mind.”

You laughed lightly, sliding your arms around his neck. “Of course.” Leaning down, you pressed a soft kiss to his jaw and cheek.

The moment you slid into his lap, pressing right against the tent in his pants, he had to let out a low, satisfied groan. The friction and pressure felt so good, his mind fuzzing with the familiar haze of contentment that always seemed to follow your presence. His lips slid across yours, his towel falling forgotten to the floor.

You gently brushed your fingers across his cheek. “Lay down for me?”

He shifted backwards, then laid back on the pillows. They sank under him, and he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes, quietly admiring your form on top of him. His fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, savoring the warmth of your skin against his fingers. You lowered yourself, leaning over him to press soft kisses to his lips.

His hands slid over your waist, pulling you against him. Every touch made him both more aroused and yet sent a deep peace washing through him. That feeling that, no matter what happened, he would make it through as long as he was by your side. That he would never regret a moment he spent with you.

You hummed against his lips, letting him grind up against you. “You work so hard, Kento,” you murmured, eyelashes fluttering as you stroked his cheek. “Always try to be the best at what you do. So good to me.”

Nanami groaned, the sound pooling against the bed as he tilted his head back. Your lips trailed down his neck, and his hips ground up into you with slow, lazy movements. His hands slipped up under your shirt, trailing up to drag against your skin, cup your breasts in his palms, soft with a comforting weight. Your body pressed him into the bed, grounding him even as his mind fuzzed a little, allowed to finally relax.

He wasn’t even entirely sure when you’d managed to get his pants off, but he definitely noticed when he realized that you’d pulled your own underwear aside and sat down on his weeping cock. He throbbed against you, his breath hitching as your own wetness coated his length. His fingers tightened around your waist, pulling you against him, searching for that friction he wanted so badly.

Perhaps it was slow and lazy, he mused to himself, but that was what made it better. The little sighs and soft breaths from you that washed across his skin, the slow but heated kisses you exchanged with him. The way you let him grind up into you, pull you down to feel your presence.

He finally felt you reach down and let his cock slide into you, deliberate and slow. You took him inside you, a little at a time, so hot that it almost seared him. His entire body seemed to go wholly lax against the cool sheets, consumed by the sheer bliss of being welcomed back into your body as though he belonged there. You finally made it all the way down, resting against his hips and thighs with a contented sigh.

“Feel so good, Kento,” you murmured dreamily, voice wispy with pleasure. Your eyelashes fluttered, lips parting for breath. “Always fill me up exactly how I want.”

In some ways he could have simply stayed there, feeling your body flutter around him. But the praise that spilled from your lips spurred him to move, to push up into your hips.

He wasn’t entirely sure how long he lay there, his hands palming your curves, listening to your soft moans. By the time you sank onto him, trembling, your body clenching down on him in ways that made him throb and ache, he just knew that it was all he’d ever wanted from life. You, here, this.

With a low, thick groan, he arched up into you one last time and came.

Your lips pressed against his, sweet and entirely consuming his every last thought. “Thank you,” you whispered against his mouth. “For being so good to me, Kento. You’re the best husband I could have asked for.”

He reached up to tangle his fingers in your silky hair, pulling you down for another kiss. “And you are my life,” he murmured.

He’d found his life in you; and he wouldn’t want anything else.

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[elysiadjarin]

Day 4: Cockwarming

Day 4 of Kinktober! This one turned out to be pretty short comparatively, but honestly I think it speaks for itself. Find my Kinktober Masterlist here!

What can I say, I have a thing for the Dilf Misty Man of the League of Villains. I am not ashamed at all. 😂

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content ONLY. Of course this deals with a villain, so a few trigger warnings for mentions of possible dub-con concerning early relationship and other mentions of villainous activity. PinV sex (please be safe IRL), dom/sub interaction, cumplay, a very slight DD/LG if you squint?? Nothing explicitly said.

Tags: My Hero Academia x Reader, Kurogiri x Reader, BNHA x reader, Kinktober

Welcome Distractions

Your entire body shivered. A quiet whimper escaped your lips, your face buried into soft, wispy mist, your fingers clenched against metal and fabric.

Kurogiri’s hand slid down your back, pressing you further into his chest as though his cock wasn’t currently buried inside you, throbbing. His seeming calm was impressive, really, the way he nonchalantly turned the page of his book and slid his fingers down your side.

How long had you been sitting here, held immobile, his cock pressing up inside you and lighting you up from the inside out? Had it been ten minutes? Half an hour? You couldn’t tell, your thoughts constantly slipping through mental fingers like water and your mouth watering.

Still, in a way, you didn’t really want to move. You wanted to stay there, just like that, teetering on the brink of you orgasm, stuffed entirely full. Twisting your fingers in Kurogiri’s shirt, you whined and quietly sniffled, eyes squeezing shut.

Kurogiri didn’t say anything, but the way his hand smoothed over your hip and thigh was enough praise to keep you still and pliant. Sitting behind the bar, reading his book, he often whiled away the quiet hours of the day like this. Just having you cockwarm him, not caring that the door was open and technically anyone could walk in.

You let out another quiet whine of frustration, feeling the warmth start to seep into you and make your drowsy. But the way your body hummed and ached insistently tugged at you, not letting you fall asleep. You wanted to stay. Wanted to move. Wanted to sleep. Wanted to be fucked completely stupid.

Kurogiri didn’t move, but he let out a quiet hum. “You can sleep if you want to, little one,” he murmured, his husky voice low and soothing. “You’re safe here with me.”

Lips parting in a soft moan, you shivered against him and closed your eyes. Your breath came in shallow pants as you tried to ignore how hypersensitive your body had gotten. Every brush of his hands against your skin, even the way your shirt dragged across your pebbled nipples. Your toes curled, your body pulsing around his cock. Still, even with the way his cock throbbed inside you, he didn’t lose a sliver of his composure.

He reached over your shoulder for a moment, letting go of your waist to take a drink of his wine. The soft clink of his glass against the counter somehow made you feel relaxed, the sound of domesticity washing over your mind. In all of the years you’d spent with Kurogiri since the day you’d been ‘assigned’ by Sensei to be his wife, you’d never once had to question your place. Kurogiri had always treated you quite lovingly, protected you and taken care of you, raising Shigaraki together.

You were useful to Sensei, important to Shigaraki, and loved by Kurogiri. You could never bring yourself to care about much more than that.

Somewhere in the middle of your musings, you managed to fall asleep.

~

You weren’t sure what you’d dreamed of, if anything, but you woke up to your body pulsing with a soft orgasm. Your breath caught as your body clenched and shivered, dusky heat washing through you as you came.

Kurogiri’s hands were wrapped around your hips, pulling you down onto him as he ground up into you. “Awake, little one?” Amusement curled in his low, even voice. “You’ve already cum several times in your sleep. It seems you’ve been quite needy.”

You whimpered quietly, drool starting to slip from the corners of your mouth. Had he gotten bigger inside you, somehow? You struggled to fully wake up, still groggy and half-stupefied by the multiple orgasms he’d wrung from your body already. Your body already teetered on the brink of overstimulation, and you knew that Kurogiri could quite literally keep this up all day. Most likely would, in fact.

He let out a sudden, soft sigh, just as he ground up into you. His hands clenched around your waist, and you felt him start to spill into you. His cum felt thick and heavy, pooling inside of you with a dusky warmth. But even after he’d cum, he kept himself still buried deep inside of you, not pulling out. His hand reached up to brush against your cheek.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice unraveled and thick. “Stay right there and don’t move. You’re going to let me use you just like this all day, won’t you?” he asked, voice slick.

You nodded weakly, slumped against his front. “Y-yes, Kuro,” you whimpered. “I’ll be good.”

He chuckled. “Good.” His hand slid down your back again, starting the slow process of getting hard inside you again.

Vaguely, as his hand slid between your bodies to press his thumb against your overstimulated clit, you wondered how long your body could hold out. Then again… you’d already promised you’d be a good girl.

You always would, if it was for Kurogiri.

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[elysiadjarin]

Hey guys, welcome to my kinktober masterlist of 2021!! I’m super excited, it’s that time of the year! I’m also super honored to have more than 200 followers now, thank you guys so much for the support. It means a lot to me to know that people out there enjoy my content!

So for this year’s Kinktober, I’ll be doing multiple fandoms including but not limited to: My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, Star Wars, Marvel, Slashers, and Exophilia content (non-human entities). Please feel free to do requests as well, I will take them into consideration when writing! The first one will be up October 1st, of course.

If anyone wants to be on a taglist, please DM me about it! Also I’ll be marking all of them with #elysiadjarinkinktober so you can blacklist the tag if you want.

None of my works will ever feature non-con, rape, incest, pedophilia, or anything of the sort. As always, minors DNI, this is 18+ content only.

My Prompts List:

Day 1: Somnophilia — He Comes at Night (Varen x Reader)

Day 2: Breeding— Moonlight Through Colored Leaves (Lysander x Reader)

Day 3: Dacryphilia — Paint Splatters over Canvas (Jesse Cromeans x Reader)

Day 4: Cockwarming – Welcome Distractions (Kurogiri x Reader)

Day 5: Pegging — Downtime, Love (Icer x Reader)

Day 6: Hand Kink — Small Sun Showers (Kaz x Reader)

Day 7: Lingerie — Sweet Surprise (Varen x Reader)

Day 8: Praise Kink — Good Seed (Nanami Kento x Reader)

Day 9: Edging/Orgasm Control — The Edge of the Unknown (Darya x Male!Reader)

Day 10: Toys — A Little Experiment (Tech x Reader)

Day 11: Rough Sex — Save a Horse… (Dullahan x Reader)

Day 12: Knifeplay — Just a Drop (Klaus Mikaelson x Reader)

Day 13: Begging — Death Calls (Thanatos x Reader)

Day 14: Mask kink

Day 15: Double Penetration

Day 16: Gang bang

Day 17: Shower sex

Day 18: Sex Pollen

Day 19: Mommy Kink

Day 20: Uniform kink

Day 21: Aftercare

Day 22: Shibari/Bondage

Day 23: MONSTER FUCKING

Day 24: Marking/Biting

Day 25: Mirror Sex

Day 26: Femdom

Day 27: Choking

Day 28: Size Kink

Day 29: Against the wall

Day 30: Overstimulation

Day 31: Dealer’s Choice

Main Masterlist here: Masterlist

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[elysiadjarin]

Day 3: Dacryphilia

Jesse Cromeans may be a ruthless killer, but at home with you? You’re the one in charge. And especially those days when you’re annoyed at how long he’s been gone and he comes back so desperate for your attention… well. You did so like to see him cry.

Day 3 of Kinktober has arrived! I actually think I discovered some things about myself writing this one, so y’all enjoy. 😂 Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content only. This one is a slasher x reader fic, so please beware of mentions of murder and assault as part of the territory, though nothing is explicitly mentioned. PinV unprotected sex, dacryphilia, desperation, cumplay.

Tags: Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) x reader, slasher x reader, yandere!reader, soft femdom, sub/dom themes

Paint Splatters over Canvas

It was rather funny, really.

You scrolled through your phone, ignoring the giant man standing in the doorway of the room staring at you. Jesse had always made a point of never touching you without your permission. A way for him to separate the meaningless victims of his murderous hobby with you, his wife, his everything. And while of course your relationship stayed perfectly strong, you well aware of his hobby and he well aware of your own tendencies… it did sometimes backfire on him in the best worst ways.

Like now. When you were annoyed with him because he’d been gone an entire day later than he’d promised, extra dark web cash be damned. A promise was a promise, and it wasn’t as though he’d needed the money. He did have a perfectly legal and highly successful business, after all. So shouldn’t you have come first?

You liked revenge cold, playing the long game; something you had in common with Jesse. And today, you certainly had plans put in place for said revenge. Which, for the time being, meant ignoring Jesse. You had plenty to occupy you, from communications for the business to just working on your own projects. Still, you’d made sure to be just nonchalant enough to let him know that it was all so… deliberate.

Jesse shuffled in the doorway, clearly wanting your attention but knowing better than to think any sort of demanding would get him anywhere. He’d learned the hard way that at home, his power over subordinates decidedly did not apply to you. When you didn’t give him any response, he hovered for a moment, clearly trying to decide on what to do next.

You knew how he would get after a mission. Needy. Wanting. Starved for attention and affection from you. Pent up for days, probably thinking about you every spare moment between takes.

With a hum, you typed out a message on your phone before standing and heading for the doorway. You briefly looked up to see him as you brushed past in the doorway. “Oh, hi, Jesse,” you said, giving him a brief, distracted smile. “I’m off to get ready for a meeting with a client.” You headed for the bedroom, already thinking about your next steps.

You could hear him following behind you, could almost feel the mounting despair as he started to realized what was happening. Why you had used his name instead of the usual love, darling. His shoulders hunched, and you could see his face twist as he clearly tried to think of what to do. He already knew that you’d have your revenge however you wanted: apologies would be expected but certainly wouldn’t get him any closer to mercy.

Walking into the bedroom, you headed straight for the bathroom to start preparing. Jesse still trailed along behind you like a forlorn, helpless puppy, and you swore you could almost hear him let out a small whine. Pausing for a moment in front of your vanity, you dialed your friend’s number and set it to speaker, putting it down on the countertop and sitting in front of the mirror.

You tied your hair up and reached for your cosmetics, beginning the process as the phone dialed. Your friend picked up quickly, already in on your plan thanks to your texting. She always approved of your payback plans.

Bestie! I thought you said you had to prepare for the meeting? I mean, yknow, not that I don’t like hearing from you. She cheerfully teased over the phone.

You smiled. “Well yeah, I just sat down to do my makeup. But I mean, we did say we were going to talk about the party for little Jacen this weekend, and what better time than now? You can help me pick out an outfit once I’m done,” you cajoled, noticing how Jesse sat on the edge of the jacuzzi bathtub, unabashedly staring at you. He always had loved watching you get ready for an event. Not that you minded.

Fair enough. Your best friend admitted readily. But seriously, you didn’t have to go all out for Jacen like this. She half scolded. It’s so much!

You laughed lightly, the creamy foundation smoothing across your skin. “Oh c’mon, he’s my adorable little nephew in all but name. He deserves to get spoiled by his doting Aunt, let me have my fun,” you wheedled, knowing she would cave.

She sighed over the receiver. I swear, girl, you could convince anyone into anything.

“Or maybe I’m just your weakness, Miss Mara,” you teased back. The soft brush in your fingers blended the contour onto your face, and you smiled as you glanced at the phone. “But anyway, did you manage to figure out what he might want for a birthday present? Or are we going with my original idea to let him loose in a mall?”

Oh, no, you are so not buying him everything he points at. I’d never get him to not be a spoiled brat if I let you.Mara snorted. I’ll text you what I figured out, he seems to be pretty fixated on it right now.

“Ugh, fineeee,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “But I’m going to at least get him that adorable motorized scooter I showed you before. He’s going to look so cute riding around in it.”

Fair enough I suppose. Better than the mall idea— wait, did you just get me to agree to something extravagant by threatening something so ridiculous—

“Anyway,” you interrupted blithely, “did you send out invitations to everyone?”

Yep, and I got back all the RSVPs. Speaking of which, I thought you said that you were meeting with the CEO of some business tonight? What’s that all about? I know you, you normally don’t like dealing with people.

You sighed. “Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag a little.” You pouted, reaching for the eyeshadow and liner. “Jesse was supposed to be back yesterday, but since he wasn’t I had to reschedule, and I promised to personally meet with the CEO in order to smooth over ruffled feathers. But besides that… I wanted to be there personally to see my best friend and her husband’s house finally paid off for their fifth anniversary.”

A pause. Then a screech that made you grin. You’re not serious! Babes, no, wait—

“No use protesting!” You said cheerfully, waving your brush. “It’s already been practically settled. Besides, you both need to start saving up for Jacen’s college funds. We did have the agreement that I’d open the doors to whatever college he wanted instead of just paying for it,” you reminded.

Ugh, I don’t know if I want to smack you or hug you, you sly little— Mara groaned. Wait till I tell Damien, he won’t know what hit him. She laughed. Thank you. You know how much it means to us. I won’t scold.

“Good.” You nodded. “And you know I’ll take care of you.”

She sighed. Never doubted it. So, how’s the process?

You hummed, pursing your lips as you finished the eyeshadow and grabbed the mascara. “About to do mascara, then all I have left is the lipstick. But shouldn’t I wait till we pick a dress before I actually pick a color?”

Probably. What’s the mood? You going for boss ass bitch, sultry Queen, or mysterious vampire lady? Amusement laced Mara’s voice.

“You’re not even in my house and yet you walked in and called me out to my face,” you said dryly, earning laughter. Jesse, you saw in the mirror, tilted his head with a small smile playing over his lips. He’d quietly observed the whole processes, eyes fixed on your face.

Only cause I love you. So, show me the closet, girl! Oh, show me your makeup first tho so we got reference.

You picked up the phone as you finished, turning on the camera so she could see your makeup sans the lipstick. She whistled, eyebrows wriggling teasingly as she grinned.

Oh, so mysterious vampire queen it is. She smirked. Closet. Though I do have the feeling that we’re going to be choosing a gorgeous red lipstick.

“Yes ma’am,” you answered, standing and heading for your closet. You heard Jesse stand and follow behind you, and stifled a smile. Flipping the camera, you started to flip through the racks of dresses. “Does that mean we’re leaning towards a black dress?”

Hmm, probably. Actually, how about one of your sleek black ones? The one with like, barely any frills and only a tiny bit of lace at the top. Off the shoulder. If you’re gonna try to assert dominance, probably drawing attention to your mouth and hands is the best way to go.

You tilted your head at the hangers, then nodded. “You’re right. Especially if I go for the red lipstick. I could also honestly use a glass of wine during that meeting,” you sighed.

Mara snickered. Blood in a wine glass? How stereotypical of you, madame.

“You hush, drama queen,” you said dryly, finding the dress she’d described and pulling it out.

Ooh, that’s the one! And I know you have that one crimson shade of lipstick that I always say looks vampiric.

You went back to the vanity and set the phone down, pretending to not notice that it showed Jesse standing in the doorway, clearly staring at you. You slid your shirt off, careful not to smudge any makeup, then slipped out of your pants and reached for the dress. Smoothing it over your front to get rid of any wrinkles, you sat back down and tilted the camera back to yourself, reaching for the lipstick.

“This one, right?” You waved it in front of your face.

Yep! That dress is stunning, by the way. Oh, and what are you doing with your hair?

“Ugh, I don’t really wanna bother too much with it, so I figured I’d go with the… messy, loose waves.” You shrugged, applying the lipstick.

Mara snorted. I think you mean, ‘sorry I’m late I was doing things’ while ignoring Jesse staggering behind you clearly radiating ‘I’m things’ energy.

You half-choked, laughing despite yourself. “Mara-! Seriously!”

She rolled her eyes at you. I’m just saying it like it is. But you go girlie, you look bomb. She laughed. Blow them all away. Be the boss bitch you are. A noise in the background interrupted her. Oop, that’s my cue. I gotta go, text me though okay?

“Will do, tell Damien and Jacen hi for me.” You smiled and hung up, finishing fluffing your hair. Standing, you grabbed the phone and headed for the door. “The meeting is in five minutes,” you remarked to Jesse as you passed him in the doorway. “If you want to join.”

You saw him type on his phone, the text to speech translator sounding a moment later. May I be there with you?

You flashed him a warm smile, as though you weren’t at all deliberately enacting revenge. “Of course! I’d love to have you there. Let’s go.” With a little hum, you headed towards the stairs.

Your phone pinged with a message. Girl, I swear he was drooling. You’re so mean sometimes. Not that he didn’t deserve it.

You suppressed a laugh, replying with one hand as your other slid down the bannister to guide you down the staircase. You know it. Mission so far successful. Wish me luck, I’m about to go into this meeting.

You looked up as you got to the bottom of the stairs, seeing an assistant waiting with the guest. The assistant bowed politely. “May I introduce Mr. Trace, CEO of Finley Bank.”

Giving the assistant a nod, you turned to Mr. Trace. “Greetings, Mr. Trace. Welcome! Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I do apologize for the delay,” you said, taking charge and sweeping towards the parlor.

He followed after automatically. “Of course, Mrs. Cromeans,” he answered, quickly recovering from his moment of bewilderment.

You motioned to a chair, sitting on the velvet couch across the coffee table. “Please, please, have a seat,” you said, keeping the easy smile on your face. “Can I get you a drink? Anything at all?”

He blinked, sitting down and setting his briefcase next to him. “Ah— thank you. I’d appreciate a scotch on the rocks if it’s available.”

“Of course,” you said easily, nodding to the maid standing nearby. “A red wine for me, please.” You smiled at Jesse as he sat next to you. “Your regular?” you asked sweetly. At his nod, you turned back to the maid. “And a glass of dry white.”

She bowed and went to go fetch the drinks.

“I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do, Mr. Trace,” you said smoothly, “so I’ll not take any more of your time than necessary. Of course, as I said, I’d like to discuss several things with you…”

Twenty minutes later found you leaning against the arm of the couch, feet propped up beside you as you swirled the last dregs of the red wine, tapping the glass with your fingernails. The CEO had long since emptied his scotch, and Jesse was on his second glass. His fingers kept clenching around the flute of his glass every time your feet brushed against his thigh.

“Of course,” Trace said with a nod, jotting down the final notes on the paperwork. “Easily managed. Are there any other details you would like to add or anything else to discuss?” He looked up at you.

Your tactics of firm politeness and the scotch seemed to have worked their charm, and you’d been able to rather easily dominate the flow of the interaction. Not to mention, Mara had been right about appearances clearly setting a tone. Trace seemed to be studiously avoiding eye contact with either you or Jesse.

“Not at all, Mr. Trace,” you said, a pleased note in your voice. “I’m rather pleased at how everything has turned out. We do so value your business, you know.” You tilted the glass in your fingers. “Shall I sign the papers?”

“At your leisure.” He slid them across the table toward you.

You slowly uncurled yourself like a lazy feline, straightening yourself and leaning over to set the glass down on the table. Grasping the pen, you slowly signed your name on the papers, eyes glancing over the print to ascertain that everything was in order. Shuffling through the papers, you finally set the pen down.

Trace took them back, glancing through them before nodding. “Everything seems to be in order.” He slid them back into his briefcase. “Thank you as always for your business, Mrs. Cromeans, Mr. Cromeans.”

You nodded, and Jesse stood, setting his glass down. You rose as well, sliding your arm into the crook of his elbow as he automatically adjusted for you. “And thank you for your help, Mr. Trace,” you answered easily. “I do hope you have a productive rest of the day. Do be safe out there.”

He nodded as the assistant returned to escort him out. “Same to you.”

With a hum, you absently patted Jesse’s arm and let yours slide out of his grasp, drifting towards the stairs again. “Oh, I need to go tell Mara it’s all confirmed. Besides, this dress is only comfortable for so long,” you remarked, pulling out your phone again.

Guess who completely owns their house now? You texted Mara, smiling. And your tactics worked, I think dominance was asserted.

You waltzed into the bedroom, headed straight for the closet. “Jesse, are you hungry? I think the food I ordered should have arrived by now, it should be in front of the TV. Maybe pick a movie? I still have a few messages to send.”

You changed into a comfortable black babydoll nightdress, sighing in relief as the silk slid over your skin. It was far more comfortable, and you could feel yourself finally starting to relax after the pent-up tension of the meeting. You really did hate dealing with people, especially ones like the CEO.

Your phone buzzed as you went to go pick it back up. You are literally the best. Now go finish seducing Jesse while I go figure out how to make this news sexy.

Stifling a snort, you went to go wipe your makeup off and wash your face. You could hear the sounds of the TV starting in the bedroom, so you took one more glance in the mirror before heading out into the room, still tapping at your phone. You still had to finish some arrangements for Jacen’s birthday, after all, and your revenge was still percolating.

Jesse’s head turned as soon as you approached the couch in front of the TV. You ignored the way he froze, sliding onto the couch and tucking your feet under a soft blanket. Sending off another message, you set it beside you and reached forward to grab a tray, pulling it into your lap.

“I figured you might not want anything too heavy since you just got back, so I kinda just made a guess and ended up ordering too much…” You frowned at the myriad of food laid out over the table. “Sorry, Jesse… I don’t even know if this is what you want—“

The text to speech cut you off. The food is fine, thank you. I’m sorry for being late. I know I can only make excuses, but I am sorry. Can I make it up to you?

A frown touched your lips as you picked up your spoon, still not looking at him. Your fingernails tapped against the screen of your phone. “Jacen asked the other day if Uncle Jesse would be at his party. I told him I didn’t know, but I’d ask.”

He quickly typed. Of course, if he asked for me, I’ll be sure to be there. His fingers paused, then he slowly typed again, as though hesitating. I got you a present while I was gone.

You hummed, swallowing your food and picking your phone back up. “He’ll be happy to hear it. And thank you for the present.” You sent a message to tell Mara that Jacen’s wish had been granted.

Jesse practically fidgeted as he ate, the movie playing in the background. You could feel his eyes slide from the screen to you, could almost hear the wheels in his head frantically turning. The tension in every line of his body was obvious, his movements stilted and jerky. He practically twitched every time you so much as moved.

Finally, you set down the tray, grabbing a mint to refresh your mouth. Shifting to get more comfortable, you angled yourself towards him a little more. You snitched a piece of food from his plate, letting out a hum as you smiled down at Mara’s message. If possible, Jesse stiffened even more, his fingers clenching so hard around his spoon that it even bent a little in his grasp.

A crumb fell from your fingers onto the lace edge of your nightgown, and you let out a quiet noise of protest as you looked down. Your fingers brushed against the top of your breast, brushing off the crumb. Sticking your finger in your mouth, you typed out a message in response to another conversation. With a sigh, you looked up and glanced over Jesse’s shoulder to see the lamp on the table next to him. Night had fallen, and shadows fell over the room.

Stirring yourself, you sat up, setting your phone down for a moment. “Can I turn on the lamp? I don’t wanna get up for the lights,” you said, starting to lean across him. Almost thoughtlessly, you placed your hand on his thigh and put your weight on it, reaching over his body on your hands and knees to pull at the cord on the lamp. The light clicked on, just as a low keening sound came from Jesse.

Your head tilted at the sound, and you turned to look up at his face. It was your turn to freeze.

Jesse’s face had crumpled, his soft green eyes literally awash with tears. His hands were clenched at his sides, his chest heaving with hitching breaths as he struggled to control his expression. The tears welled in his eyes, and faint color had splashed across his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

Slowly, a smile crossed your lips as you stared up at his face. Leaning back, you tilted your head, licking your lips. “Oh, look at you,” you breathed. “You made all the little piggies cry, Jesse. But maybe it’s your turn, hmm?” Your eyes flickered down to the way his entire body trembled, every muscle taut and strained.

You moved, sliding your entire body into his lap to straddle his waist and face him. Crossing your arms under your chest, you stared into his face. “I don’t know… you broke your promise, though.” Your eyebrow raised at him, and he let out another hoarse whimper. Tears slid down his cheeks, his mouth opening for shuddering breaths.

He shook his head, lips trembling as he lifted one hand and signed. Sorry. Please. Sorry. His fingers spelled out your name.

Reaching up, you cupped his face in your hands. You leaned up, face drawing closer to his. “But I already accepted your apology, love,” you cooed, smiling. “You know what I think?” You slowly dragged your tongue across his tear tracks, your body flushing with heat at the taste of the bitter salt. “I think,” you murmured against his jaw, “that I like seeing you cry.”

Jesse’s breath hitched on a sob, more tears spilling down his cheeks. It was fairly intoxicating, seeing the giant man completely fall apart under you, trapped between his desperation and his personal standards. When you slid forward, your body pressing flush against him, another sob wrenched from his gritted teeth.

You decided for the moment to have a bit of mercy. Reaching down, you grasped his wrists and lifted his hands to your waist. His fingers instantly clenched in the silk babydoll dress, shaking as he grabbed at your waist. His entire body lurched forwards towards you, eyes fixed on your face.

You hummed softly, brushing a kiss to his jaw. “Your eyes are so pretty when they’re filled with tears, Jesse,” you purred, drawing his face closer to you. Still, you refused to kiss him, instead trailing your lips down his jaw, down to his throat. You opened your mouth against his neck, savoring the taste of his skin and the soft scent of his cologne.

Jesse’s trembling fingers jerked against your waist, and he slumped into you. His hands slid over your waist to your lower back, his touch practically reverent as he squeezed. His breaths came quick and fast, breaking occasionally on a sob. Every time you suckled or moved your lips, every time your hands slid down his shoulders, he gasped and shuddered, more tears dripping down his cheeks.

You slid your hands down, starting to unbutton his shirt. Your tongue dragged across his neck, and you felt the bulge in his pants throb against your thigh. “Isn’t this punishment fair, darling?” you cooed. “I only ask for a few tears, hmm? A front row seat to your pretty eyes?”

His head jerked, even though it wrenched another tortured sob from him. Despite the contact, you could feel his frustration mounting.

You pulled back, looking up at him as you finished unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh, you don’t think so?” Your fingers slid across his bared chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. “But isn’t this what you wanted? Me, paying attention to you?”

His gasps had turned ragged. His hips jerked, rutting up against your thigh. A strangled noise left his throat, his eyes squeezing shut. His grip on your waist threatened to leave fingerprints against your skin.

“No?” You bit your lip, raking your nails lightly against his chest. “Then what is it you want, hmm?”

His eyes flickered down to your lips, unconsciously licking his own. His fingers clenching, he pulled you down to grind against his cock, straining in his trousers. Pants fell from his mouth, and he kept glancing from your eyes to your lips.

You reached down, teasingly trailing your fingers down his chest and stomach. Unzipping his trousers, you looked up at his face and smiled as you traced one fingertip down the bulge in his underwear. His eyes fairly rolled back in his head, more tears streaming down his face afresh.

“Look at you, already such a mess,” you murmured, sliding your fingers into his underwear. The moment you wrapped a hand around his cock and slid up, you were rewarded with a guttural groan. He gritted his teeth, clearly struggling to stay still. With a soft laugh, you leaned up and brushed a kiss to his ear.

You tugged at his collar. “Why don’t you lie down for me?” you murmured.

He immediately complied, his hands still clamped around your waist as he turned and shifted up, lying down on the couch. He stared up at you, face still twisted in agony and desperation.

Lifting yourself a little, you tilted your head at him. “Take your pants off for me?”

He practically kicked his pants and underwear off in his haste. You guided one of his hands to the latch on the side of your own panties, giving him an amused smile and nod. His trembling fingers unlatched them, his chest heaving as he watched the black silk slide away from your skin. The moment you lowered back down onto him, his cock throbbed against you and his back arched.

Leaning forward, you hummed a pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Jesse, love,” you murmured. “Cry for me a little more?” You cupped his face in your hands, feeling your wetness coat his own length as you ground against his tip. But you deliberately kept shifting, not giving him any steady pressure.

Another broken whine came from him, and a few more tears slipped down his cheeks. Frustration scrunched his face, his neck mottled with red and flushing down to his shoulders and chest, making your white nail marks stand out. His hips jerked, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment.

“Is this what you want?” You pressed down against him again, feeling his cock slip against your wet folds teasingly.

His head jerked in a nod, almost violently. Tremors kept running through his arms, his body occasionally shuddering under you.

You leaned down and sucked his lower lip between yours. Your teeth nipped at his lip, and you finally slanted your mouth over his. Tears poured afresh down his cheeks as he desperately pulled at you, trying to get closer, kiss you more. You relented and let him, thumbs brushing against his jaw as you hummed softly into his frantic, pleading kisses. Without warning, you slipped your tongue between his lips, feeling his mouth part with alacrity. When you finally parted, his green eyes were glazed over with tears, hazily staring at you.

Then you smiled at him slyly. “I think you’ve deserved a little bit more,” you decided.

The moment you slid his tip into you, he choked. Saliva dribbled from the corners of his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut, struggling for breath. His entire body froze, humming taut under you and his eyes sightlessly staring up at the ceiling.

You observed his wrecked expression, licking your lips with satisfaction. Rarely did Jesse ever fully submit to you like this, usually a brat. But tonight, you had absolute and utter control, and you intended to milk every last ounce of satisfaction out of it. The memories would fuel you for years of his utterly ruined expression, tears slipping down his cheeks as he drooled uncontrollably.

“So pretty, darling,” you purred, licking the tears from his cheek. You gave him another kiss, letting his hands wander over your waist and up your front. “So good for me. Do you think you can handle more?”

His eyes widened, breath quickening. He glanced down, then shook his head jerkily. Then nodded. Then shook his head.

You tilted your head. “Hmmm.” A wicked grin crossed your lips. “No? Oh, but I think you can,” your said, just as you lifted yourself and fully sheathed him inside you.

Jesse sobbed. His mouth opened, tongue lolling as he gasped. Tears poured down his cheeks from the mingled pleasurable pain and relief. His cock throbbed inside you, and his hands grasped desperately at your thighs. His entire body started to shake, arching.

You barely gave him time to adjust before you were already bouncing on him, hands braced against the back of the couch. Laughter spilled from your lips, delighted and cruel, as his hands scrabbled against your thighs, raking across your skin. Moans kept being torn from his throat, your name framed on his lips.

As soon as you angled your hips and brought your fingers down to ring tight circles on your clit, you hissed in pleasure. You pulsed around his cock, earning another helpless sob and wave of tears. He just hit that one spot inside you perfectly, again and again, until you bit your lip and moaned his name as you came around him. Your body clenched down on him, even as you kept fucking yourself through your orgasm.

More laughter spilled from your lips. “Are you gonna cum for me, Jesse, my pretty darling?” you asked breathlessly, purposely moaning his name. “Gonna cum inside me?”

The only warning you got from Jesse was another sob and the gritting of his teeth. His hands flew to your hips, slamming you down on him one more time before holding you there with an iron grip. Gasps tore from his mouth, his eyes trying to blink away tears as he stared up at you.

You hummed, caressing his hands and arms as you bit your lip in satisfaction. He kept pouring into you, his hips jerking once in a while and wringing a whimper from him. Finally, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. His lips parted under yours weakly, chest heaving under your hands.

“Thank you, Jesse,” you cooed sweetly between kisses. “You’re so good to me, make me feel so good.” Your mind fuzzed with the pleasure of both your high and the sight of his tears.

He pushed up against you, kissing you fervently. Though he didn’t say a word, you could feel his thoughts through his drugged, sloppy kiss.

You giggled, teasingly clenching down on him one more time and earning a jerk and grunt. “And I forgive you. But don’t do it again, okay?”

Jesse’s calculating look as he clearly weighed the consequences made you roll your eyes but laugh. Maybe this one would turn out to backfire against you, next time.

You decided it was worth it.

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Day 7: Lingerie

Guys, we’ve officially reached over 300 followers! Thank you to every single one of you. When I first started, I never imagined having so many people who enjoyed my content. I appreciate every single one of you, thank you so much! In honor of this milestone, I’ve decided for Day 7 prompt to bring back a popular character; that’s right, our best boi Varen is back for round two! I hope he gets the love he deserves! Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content ONLY. PinV unprotected sex, entirely consensual, exophilia, terato, but mostly pretty vanilla in general. ;)

Tags: Hat Man x Reader, exophilia, terato.

Sweet Surprise

“So how’s it going?” Harlow slid up to you, teasingly bumping his hip against yours. “You know, with your mans.” His eyebrows wiggled.

You rolled your eyes but had to smile. “Fine, I’d say.” You shrugged. “I mean, I think he’s been getting enough energy? He’s actually starting to get to the point where he’s almost fully solid even during the day time,” you reflected.

His eyebrows shot up. “Well, talk about getting dicked down, bestie,” he said, a grin splitting his face.

You flushed, reaching over to smack his arm. “Harlow, seriously!” you groaned. “I’ve been trying to give him energy in other ways too.”

He tilted his head. “Wait, seriously? How?”

You pursed your lips, tugging at your hair. “Well, I mean yes he’s been getting energy that way, but I’ve also tried using crystals. We’ve figured out that apparently it works well if I infuse quartz with energy and he holds onto it during the day.”

“Ah, that makes sense.” Harlow nodded. “I’m telling you though, that direct body contact—“

You buried your face into your hands with a quiet whine. “Harlowwwww.”

He just chuckled. “Hey, look, I just want you to be happy, yknow? And you seem to be with him.”

You gave him an embarrassed but grateful smile. “Thank you, Harl. You really are my best friend, you know.”

He tossed his head, the strings of beads around his horns clacking. “Oh you know it,” he sniffed. “Anyway, so all’s good in paradise.”

You pursed your lips, mind wandering on a tangent.

“Oh, is it not?” Harlow raised an eyebrow at you.

You blinked, then flushed. “Oh… well, I mean, we’re fine, but… I’ve run into a bit of a problem.” You winced a little. “Maybe TMI though-?”

“We just got done confirming that I’m your best friend,” Harlow said dryly. “Spill.”

You gave him a grateful smile. “Well, I’ve basically been going to sleep with just a T-shirt on. The only problem is that by the time I wake up, it’s always twisted around me really awkwardly. It’s uncomfortable. And I don’t like sleeping without clothes because I get cold, so…”

“Ah. The age-old problem of easy accessibility without complete nudity,” Harlow said with a sage nod, making you snort. Then he grinned. Luckily for you, bestie, a solution has been discovered for a long time.” He flicked his fingers. “It’s sexy, it’s easy, and it’s comfortable.”

You blinked, trying to think of what he might be saying.

“Lingerie, bestie.” He shook his finger at you. “So you got any or am I gonna have to drag you out to get some.”

Your eyes widened. You supposed that was… one way to do it. Then you bit your lip. “Um, no… I mean, I don’t have any…”

His grin widened in a way that made you swallow. “Well then… we’re taking a shopping trip after work.”

You knew it was futile to protest.

~

Walking back into the house, you let the door swing closed behind you. Locking the door, you dropped the keys onto the counter and sighed, setting your bags down. The pink shopping bag stared back at you expectantly, making you bite your lip as you sighed.

Not that you didn’t like what you’d gotten, but… You had to wonder how Varen would react. Though your Hat Man certainly had done nothing but adore you to no end, you still had to wonder if he would like the various kinds you’d bought. Or if he’d even really care? Did he find that sort of thing… attractive?

Shaking your head, you huffed softly and went to go put your things away. As soon as you walked into the bedroom, Varen materialized in the doorway. Though the sunlight was still coming though the window, he still had a rather solid form, only the edges a little wispy and translucent.

He walked up to you, his glowing blue eyes gazing down at you with an open warmth. Hallo, sweetheart. The sweet curl of his Brooklyn accent washed over you.

You reached up and wrapped your arms around him with a smile. “Hi, Varen,” you greeted back, nuzzling against his chest.

A soft chuckle rippled through your mind, and his hands landed on your waist. Have a good day?

You hummed and nodded, leaning up to briefly kiss his cheek. “Yep! I actually got to go out with Harlow after work, which was nice. We haven’t done that in a while.” Gently pulling away from him, you flitted over to the vanity to wipe your makeup off. “It was fun, actually.”

He sat behind you on the edge of your bed, chin propped in his hand as he watched you. Even without completely discernible features, the infatuated adoration with which he gazed at you was unmistakable. It practically radiated from him.

Bet ya were the prettiest one out there, sweetheart.

You shook your head with a soft laugh. “Oh, Varen. You’re biased.” Still, you had to smile at him. “But thank you, you’re sweet.”

His wispy hum floated through the air. Such a pretty little thing.

You flushed at the endearment, reminded of the first time he’d said it. Wiping the last of the makeup off of your face, you nodded through the mirror. “Did the crystal work well?”

He nodded, holding it up in his hand. Almost there.

“That’s good.” Standing, you turned to walk over to the closet. “I’m going to go take a shower and then get ready for bed. Do you need anything?”

He shook his head. Will wait for you.

You flashed him a quick smile as you headed for the bathroom. “Thank you, love!”

As soon as you closed the bathroom door, you sucked in a breath and glanced at the pink bag sitting on the counter. You went to take a shower, deciding that you’d figure out which one to wear while you washed up.

Should you wear the red halter neck lace? The black garters? Or maybe… Since this was the first night, after all… Your eyes wandered to the bag.

Once you’d finished showering and had dried off, you glanced at yourself in the mirror and blew out a breath. Well, since you didn’t know how Varen would react, you might as well play it off by not really addressing it. After all, you had originally gotten it because you wanted to be comfortable, right? If your new nightwear also made Varen a little more crazy over you—if that was even possible—so much the better. No one would hear youcomplain about it.

Smoothing your hands over the silk, you took one last anxious glance in the mirror. The babydoll silk nightgown dripped from your curves, a bit lacy but rather comfortable against your skin without any awkward tucks or frills. The bottom hem didn’t even make it halfway down your thighs, fluttery and soft. Biting your lip, you sighed and wondered if Varen would notice that it was blue. You’d immediately thought of him the moment you’d seen it.

Shaking your head at yourself, you took in a breath and clapped your hands to your cheeks. Before you could lose all of your courage, you opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom. Turning, you closed the door behind you.

“Varen, did you close the curtains?” You turned around and paused.

Varen stood by the bed, his entire body completely frozen. His eyes fixed on you, trailing down your body, lingering on the places where the lace just barely showed a hint of your skin.

You shuffled a little, hands tucking behind you. “V-Varen?” you asked hesitantly.

He slowly walked forward, until he practically towered over you. He tilted his head, his blue tongue slowly licking over his lips. Did I do something, sweets?

Your eyes widened, and your tugged at the hem of the nightdress. “D-do something?”

Musta done somethin’ real good, ta deserve this… His talons twitched, as though he desperately wanted to reach out for you. So pretty…

You swore if he could he’d be drooling, and you felt your face flush as you looked down at your feet. “I… I take it you like it, then,” you said shyly, peering up at him from under your eyelashes.

He chuckled. Like? Love, sweetheart. Love you. Love this.

You smiled. “I-I wanted to get something actually comfortable for myself. But I saw this color and it- it reminded me of you, so…” You bit your lip.

Varen reached out, his talons landing lightly on your hips, slipping over the soft fabric. Leaning down, he nuzzled against your cheek. Wanna feel you. So soft. Pretty.

“Um, let me go to bed, then?” you offered laughingly, hands landing on his chest.

He swept you up, pulling your legs to wrap around his waist as he started to carry you to bed. You laughed, pressing your hands against his shoulders as he gently tipped you backwards and dumped you on the bed. His talons instantly tangled in the soft silk, and he leaned down to nose against your neck, a low purr rumbling though his chest.

Your breath hitched as he touched you gently, sliding across you, his tongue gently dragging over your neck and shoulder. Head tilting, you whimpered and slightly arched into him. You didn’t think you’d ever really get over the way he touched you with such an aching reverence, gentle and loving.

“Hmm— Varen,” you sighed, eyes fluttering open to hazily look up at him.

Thinkin’ of me when you get somethin’ so pretty for yourself… Varen sounded positively giddy. ‘M so lucky, sweetheart. He purred.

“For you,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I’m so glad you like it.” You smiled up at him shyly.

Can I touch you? He all but begged, hands sliding down your thighs, pushing at the hem of your dress.

You nodded, heart skipping a beat. When his talons pushed your dress up, enough to show that you had nothing on underneath, you saw his head tilt. The blue of his eyes flared for a moment, and his tongue poked out to lick a trail of blue across his maw. Leaning down, he kissed you, a bit needy but still polite in a way that made you smile.

Wanna feel. Please. Wanna be greedy, sweetheart.

“Okay,” you murmured, feeling your body flush with arousal.

He laid down on his side, wrapping his talon around your waist and pulling you back into his chest. He ground up against your ass, maw pressing kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder, eliciting a soft moan from you. His other hand swept down, sliding between your legs. His claws gently slid against your core, making you arch and whimper.

Already so wet and warm. Pretty little thing. He breathed, his cock pressing between your ass. He rutted against you slightly, just as his fingers spread you open so the head of his cock pressed right up against you.

Your lips parted in a soft gasp. Varen always knew exactly how to touch you, make you so ready for him with his gentle touch and words. The way he somehow balanced his adoration with his greed. The moment he slid his tip into you, his finger found your clit. Your fingers clutched at the pillow, his name spilling desperately from your lips.

‘Sokay, sweetheart. He murmured into your ear. Gonna take good care of you. Gonna give you what you want.

“Please,” you whined, almost trembling in need. You needed to feel him filling you, stretching you until it was all you could think about, all you could focus on. Feeling his dusky warmth settle into you until you knew nothing else. “Please, Varen—“

His cock slid into you, his hands around your waist pulling you all the way down onto him. He held your hips flush against his, his chest heaving against your back as hiis maw closed over your shoulder.

For a moment you could only lay there and gasp, trembling with the need that swept through you. You could already feel his entire cock twitching inside you, every ridge and vein pressing up into you, as though he planned to stay there and never leave. You could feel him already dripping into you every time your body pulsed around him.

So good. Varen slurred, voice half drunk. His tongue slid down your shoulder, his soft breaths coming in pants against your hypersensitive skin. So good, sweetheart. So pretty, like this. So soft.

You whined, your fingers scrabbling against the sheets. “Please, Varen,” you half-sobbed. “Please, need more. Need more of you—“

He groaned, sounding suspiciously like your name. His hips snapped up into yours, his cock dragging inside you in a way that lit your body from the inside out like sparks. The pleasure skipped down your spine, making you writhe against him as every thrust caused his finger to scrape past your clit.

Varen rolled forward a little, until he half-pinned you against the bed. One talon wrapped around your wrist next to the pillow, holding it down, while the other slid under you and cupped your breast. His claw caught against the soft silk, while every thrust he made into you made the lace catch against your nipples. His head dropped forward, his tongue leaving a trail of pale blue drool to swirl across your skin.

Pretty little thing. He cooed. Doing so good. Feel so good.

You were already at your limit. The coil inside you tightened with every word, every thrust. His hand slid down to your waist, just as he curled his talons around you and pulled your hips up a little more. The moment he angled up into that one perfect spot, you came. Stars burst behind your eyelids, tears slipping down your cheeks as you cried out his name. The dusky heat of your orgasm filled your body, until it was all you could focus on, all you could feel.

That’s it, sweetheart. Gonna take good care of you. Gotta thank you for getting all dolled up. Gonna make you feel so good.

He fucked you through the orgasm, prolonging the high, whispering soft, sweet praises. His talon wrapped around your thigh and pushed one leg up, somehow spreading you open even further. His broad body pinned you to the bed as he kept thrusting, not letting up for a moment.

Your eyelids had started to get heavy, the orgasm lulling your body into a pleasant hum of contentment as the drowsiness descended. Your breaths came soft and fast against the pillow, and Varen noticed.

‘Sokay, sweetheart. Rest. Gonna take care of you, always. Make sure you get good sleep. He promised sweetly.

You let out a sleepy sigh, eyelashes fluttering closed as you melted into the mattress. Varen’s hips stuttered for a moment as you murmured his name, and a moment later you felt him pour into you as his head landed on the pillow next to you. His soft moan spilled into your ear, his head tucking against yours. His body shuddered, pressed on top of you, and he relaxed.

“Love you,” you murmured sleepily.

Love you, sweetheart. He murmured back. Gently, he shifted until you were once more on your side, though he still stayed buried inside you and your leg cocked up. Reaching around, he gently cupped your breasts in his claws, apparently infatuated with the contrast of the soft silk and your warm skin.

Still, as you drifted off into a happy sleep, you had to admit: maybe the lingerie really had been more for you than him.

~ Bonus! ~

“Well?” Harlow already looked smug.

You tried and failed to tamp down your amused smile, then sighed in defeat. “Blue dress down, more to go,” you admitted. “I’m almost worried if I’ll survive the next one,” you half-laughed.

Harlow let out a triumphant “Ha!” Grinning, he waved his hand. “I told you, didn’t I? And let me guess, you woke up just fine, too.”

You gave him a playfully mocking bow. “Indeed your great wisdom has been useful once again, oh great and mighty Harlow. Your peasants thank you.”

He snickered, reaching over to flick your forehead. “Well you know what they say. Happy spouse, happy house, hmm?” He chuckled. “So for real though, those dirty details—“

Dream on, Harlow.”

“…. After work coffee date, then?”

“Ugh, fine.”

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Day 9: Edging/Orgasm Control

Well I know this one is a little late, but I posted and that’s what counts, right? Please accept a bit of a lengthier one as an apology… I did have fun exploring this concept! I really did try a different perspective this time. Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content ONLY. PinV unprotected sex, nonhuman character, sub/dom themes, femdom, edging, orgasm control, some aspects of hypnosis? (more like supernatural voice control), exophilia

Tags: supernatural!creature x Male!Reader, Rusalka x Male!Reader, exophilia, terato

The Edge of the Unknown

“Oi Sci-fi, you ready?” The Captain of the research ship hollered, swinging up to his post.

You looked up from your equipment, holding up a thumbs-up. “Ready when you are!” you called back, attempting to keep your sea legs. You’d already gotten all of your things set up on deck, held down securely. The only thing you held at the moment was your marine camera.

The project had gone well so far, to your excitement and relief. You’d actually managed to document and catch on film a Rusalka that had long been rumored to have drifted from the cold waters of Russia to the warmer depths of the waters surrounding England.

The rumor had spread far and wide in the marine biologist community, but you’d waited until the hype had died down before going on your own expedition. And now you’d finally found some proof. The idea of being able to talk to a Rusalka, to maybe ask about the species and why she’d moved, was one you longed to accomplish.

The Captain made it out many kilometers from the shore, until land was far out of sight and nothing but water stretched as far as the eye could see. The readings from your equipment were staying steady, not really sensing anything notable. It would be a waiting game from here. You kept patiently monitoring the readings for any change.

You’d already made a first-contact of sorts, offering the Rusalka an ornamental hair comb as a gift of good-will. The Rusalka had made off with it after glancing into the cameras, so you’d taken it as a good sign so far. Still, you had to wonder how long before you might find yourself in considerable danger. The Rusalka’s singing was legendary for a reason, after all, as well as the magical power imbued in their words. Still… the curiosity could not be quenched.

“Ai lad, tha’ looks a bit odd, eh?” The Captain called, nodding towards the starboard side. You leaned over the side and noticed that the water in one patch had darkened, and bubbles were rising and popping to the surface as though it were boiling down below. And yet, when you glanced back, none of your equipment had made any indications of anything abnormal. You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowing.

Just then, you heard something that made your entire body freeze. The haunting melody came from everywhere and nowhere, and physically seemed to seize you so that you couldn’t move, staring straight ahead. You didn’t hear anything from the Captain either, and guessed that he might be frozen as well. But your heart leaped.

Surely… surely this was—

Sleep. The whisper curled around you. Darkness seemed to catch you as you spiraled into it.

A moment later, you found yourself staring up at a face. A woman’s face, pale with angular features hauntingly beautiful. Her long hair fell around your face, and a sharp smile broke across her face. She moved away, and your body suddenly felt free to move. You sat up, blinking, and saw the Rusalka, perched on the railing of the ship. The comb sat nestled in her long tresses. She tilted her head at you, her smile expectant.

For a moment, you almost hesitated to break the silence. You wanted to say so much, and yet… in this moment, you were tongue-tied. Finally, you sucked in a breath.

“H-hello,” you rasped.

The Rusalka let out a tiny, musical giggle. Her fingers wriggled at you. “Hello,” she greeted, her voice almost hypnotic, tinged with the Slavic accent. Long eyelashes swept over her dark eyes.

Your breath hitched. “I… I’m glad you— you like the comb.”

Her head tilted the opposite direction. “You were looking for me,” she said instead, though nothing but curiosity saturated her tone.

You nodded, swallowing. “Yes. I mean— I wanted to know,” you blurted. “Wanted to ask… ask about you and— I’m a marine biologist,” you stammered. “I just… I just want to understand more about you. About Rusalka.”

Her smile widened. “Cute,” she giggled, fingers coming up to her lips. “Maybe I’ll answer for that face.” She leaned forwards a little. “Come closer.”

Your feet moved on their own, her words of power seizing you. Your heart thumped against your ribs as you got closer, almost within reach of her arms. “Thank you,” you said breathlessly as you finally stopped. Your face flushed at her words, and you desperately tried to ignore the fact that her thin shift-like dress plastered against her skin, hiding next to nothing.

“You wish to know things?” she murmured, eyes still fixed on your face with a startling intensity.

You nodded eagerly, hair falling a little over your eyes in your vehemence. “Yes! I mean… only if you don’t mind,” you amended, eager to stay on her good side.

“Ask,” she said simply.

“Why did you decide to come here?” you immediately blurted. It was the most pressing question you’d had. What had driven her from her native waters to come to English waters?

Her smile faded a little, and a sort of sadness washed through her eyes for a moment. “Ah.” She sighed, eyes wandering over your shoulder, past you. “Rusalka change,” she said, her voice wistful. “I am older, very few of us old ones left now,” she reflected. “New Rusalka— they care about revenge, not land.” Her eyes focused on you again. “I move. Find a better place for myself.”

You nodded. “I guess I can understand that,” you admitted, feeling bad for her. “It must have been difficult. To move away from your home.”

The smile returned to her face. “Silly human,” she giggled. “Home is the water, not land! Only different water, now.”

You flushed a little. “Oh… that would make sense,” you admitted with a rueful smile.

“Now you.” She crossed her ankles. “You are from?”

You chatted back and forth for a while, the exchange of information equal but civil. At some point, you managed to grab a notebook and pen to jot down notes, earning another giggle from the Rusalka. You’d given her your name, and she’d repeated it back to you, stumbling a little with her accent.

Finally, though, she glanced up at the sky. “Human need to go. Storm soon,” she remarked.

“W-wait— can I come back?” you asked uncertainly. “I… I want to know more about you.”

She looked at you, and her ever-present smile softened at the edges. Reaching forward, her fingers brushed gently over your cheek, so soft you could barely feel it. “I follow you to land so you safe. Come to water tomorrow. You hear my song.” With the parting promise, she leapt off the side of the ship.

The Captain woke up not a moment later, blinking owlishly as he stirred. “Oh, I fell asleep did I?” Standing, he yawned. “Get anything, lad?”

You finished jotting down some notes. “Hmm. Oh, I think we should head back Captain, the weather seems rather threateningly.”

He glanced up and cursed. “Right. Let’s go.”

The rest of the day seemed to pass by almost in a blur. You kept replaying the conversation in your mind, even as you fell into bed, exhausted. Reliving every moment. The way she’d called you ‘cute,’ her expressions lively as she spoke. The promise she’d made, her voice soft. Her fingers, trailing fire across your cheek.

You fell asleep, mind still whirring.

~

It was probably stupid of you, but you’d only brought your phone, notebook, and pencil with you to the beach, early the next morning. You’d shivered in the breeze, then sat down on the shore with your thermos of hot coffee and stared over the water.

You watched the sun rise, enjoying the sound of the waves lapping against shore and the way the colors of dawn stained the horizon. You’d gotten so engrossed in it that you almost didn’t hear it at first. The soft, haunting melody that floated across the sand.

Scrambling to your feet, you grabbed your stuff and started to follow the sound of the song. It beckoned, drawing you ever closer, until you finally made it to the far end of the beach. A rocky sort of cliff wall stretched upward, but you noticed a small hole in the wall that seemed to lead somewhere. Not even glancing back once, you scrambled through the hole and popped out on the other side to find a tiny little beach area that seemed untouched by other humans.

The Rusalka sat on the sand, her eyes closed as she sang. The song came to an end, and she turned to see you approach. When you sat close by on the sand, she reached up and pulled the comb out of her hair, beginning to brush out her long locks. The motions captured you in their domestic simplicity.

“Hi,” you breathed.

“You wake early,” she said with an amused smile.

You could feel the color stain your cheeks. “I like watching the sunrise,” you said, not wanting to admit that you’d been eager to see her. Still, the knowing tinge to her smile didn’t escape you.

“You want to ask more questions?” She nodded to your notebook.

You lit up. “Yeah—“

It was lunchtime when you finally tore yourself away to eat, with the promise to return the next morning.

And that was how you spent the next week, meeting with her every morning. At some point, you forgot your notebook and pencil. It never went with you again, sitting on your desk, forgotten. And yet she kept coming, and you kept going.

And you kept pushing away the question of when exactly you’d fallen in love with the ancient Rusalka.

~

After a week, you noticed that she had seemed increasingly distracted by something.

Finally, she turned to you in the lull of conversation. “I show you something. You come with me?” She held out her hand.

You took it, not even hesitating or questioning yourself. Still, you noticed the brilliant smile that crossed her face. She stood, the comb glittering in her hair as always, and started to pull you towards the other side of the tiny stretch of beach. You followed, and both of you squeezed through a hole in the rock. This time, it was your turn to be surprised as your eyes adjusted to the dark of the cave you’d entered. A staircase wound up the inside of the rock.

She glanced back at you and tugged you forward, leading you up the staircase.

“Wh-where are we going?” you asked, trying to find your footing in the dark.

She didn’t answer, and you kept ascending until you finally reached the top of the stairs. Your eyes finally fully adjusted, and your eyes widened as you looked around. She’d pulled you through a veil of strung beads that had been hung in a doorway of sorts, into a cavern that seemed to be a room.

In one corner stood a whole bed, to your shock. The whole room seemed to have been made by a human, though the decorations in the room looked newer. A desk stood in the opposite corner, and there was even a sturdy-looking wooden chair. A few shelves and a closet had been carved out of the far end of the wall. The only light was from a sort of skylight that had been carved into the ceiling of the room.

“I found this, long ago. Made by other humans,” she explained, letting go of your hand and turning to you. “I thought you like?” She tilted your head. “You move here?”

You glanced around, genuinely surprised. “Wow, this is… amazing,” you marveled, wondering if it had been carved out painstakingly by hand. Clearly it had been long deserted; the chair alone looked as though it had come from the 1800s. Then you registered her question. “Oh— well, I don’t think I could live in it as it is now,” you laughed. “But I do think I’d like to fix it up and make it a second house of sorts.”

Her face lit up. “You like!” She clapped her hands. “Then you accept? Good house?”

You grinned back. “Yeah, yeah! It’s a good place, just needs a bit of fixing.”

The Rusalka seemed to be more delighted than you’d ever seen her, doing a little happy dance. Then she tilted her head at you. “I am good mate! Find place that make you happy,” she all but cooed, the satisfaction slicking through her voice.

You froze. I am a good mate. The words kept replaying like a broken record through your mind.

“W-wait. What?”

She paused, tilting her head at you. “I find good place for you,” she said, matter-of-fact. “You accept. It means I am good mate, yes?”

Your mouth dried. “W-wait, h-hold on. Are you— are you saying that I’m your… your mate?”

For a moment she observed you. Then she slowly walked up to you. “Ahh, I see. You do not know.” Still, she smiled almost fondly at you as she took your hand. “You give me pretty gift, yes? Means to Rusalka that you interested in mate. I accept. But Rusalka have to prove that I am good mate, can protect you, give you good house. If you like, then becoming Mates, yes?” she explained.

Your head spun. Then as it soaked in, you gasped. “So all this time, you— the comb…” You groaned, burying your burning face in your hands.

But she giggled, pulling your hands away from your face. She cupped your face in her hands instead, smiling at you. “Think you are cute,” she cooed. “Want you as mate. You want me?”

You didn’t really have to think twice about it. “Yes,” you whispered. You wanted it. You wanted… her.

She smiled. Then leaning up, she pulled your face closer to her. The first touch of her lips was cold. Then the salt of seawater gave way to the warmth of her breath, like a wood fire in the Russian winter; searing, life-giving, breathtaking. She tilted her head and deepened the kiss, and you drowned.

By the time you actually found your wits, you noticed her face somehow hovering above you like the first time you’d met. You lay across the bed, while she climbed on top of you, hair tumbling around your face in dark waves. That smile crossed her lips, sharp and soft all at the same time, and your breath hitched in your throat.

“Mate call mate by name, now,” she said sweetly, fingers brushing across your cheek. “Darya.”

You repeated it, breathless. “Darya.”

Her smile widened, and the fire crept into her eyes. She tilted her head, then leaned forward. Her fingers swept under your shirt, feeling across your skin as you gasped into her mouth, arching into her cool fingers. They felt so good, soft and cool against your heated skin. She hummed into the kiss, then tugged at your shirt in a wordless request.

You shrugged it over your head, somehow self-conscious around the beautiful Rusalka. Despite the great danger she posed, despite everything… you trusted her. You loved her. You wanted her to be happy, though you’d never thought that you’d be part of what she wanted. What would give her that happiness.

Darya giggled again, brushing hair behind her ear. “Cute,” she cooed, clearly pleased as she ran her hands down your chest.

You felt your face burn with the embarrassment. But before you could think too much, she had shifted forwards and pressed up close against your body, rendering you speechless. You’d just tried to open your mouth when her name died on your lips in a gasp. Her mouth pressed against your neck, insistent, hungry— searching as her hands wandered further down.

She hummed, her lilting voice pleased. Her hands kept exploring your body, coaxing soft gasps and moans from your lips as your head rolled back and your fingers came up to clench at her hips in desperation for some sort of grounding. Anything to keep you from completely floating away.

“Okay?” Darya checked, her voice surprisingly tender as she pulled back to look at you.

You nodded. “M-more than okay,” you rasped.

She smiled again, and her fingers tugged playfully at the hem of your pants. You flushed, but you lifted your hips for her to slide them off. Reaching up, you pressed the back of your hand against your mouth in self-consciousness, knowing that you’d gotten hard from her attentions. The way her dress absolutely clung to her curves and the way she pressed against you hadn’t gone unnoticed.

But she only hummed, as though pleased with what she saw. Tugging at your hand, she pressed another fond kiss to your lips. Then her hand reached down between you. The moment her hand slid down your cock, a gasp wrenched from your throat. Your head spun, sparks flying through your body as you swallowed thickly and gasped.

“So cute,” Darya murmured against your lips, indulgently. “You like this?”

You whimpered but nodded, unable to deny how good her hand felt, stroking you, her fingers playing over your tip. Your body shuddered underneath her, unraveling under her touch and her lips trailing across your skin. She kept ringing circles around your tip, her other hand stroking you until you ached and throbbed in her grip. The entire time, she gazed at you with a soft sort of adoration, the heat of her smile contrasting with the softness of her touch.

You tumbled quickly to the brink, your entire body shuddering. Her name fell from your lips in a desperate gasp as you hunched forward a little, fingers convulsing around her waist. But just as you were nearly there, your body trembling in anticipation, she let go.

“Wait,” she murmured, the command almost physically washing over you. You whimpered, almost strangled as your body hovered at the edge. Just barely there. Not enough—

“So close,” you whimpered, your voice a hoarse plea. “Please, Darya—“

She giggled, her lips pecking a kiss to yours. “Make mate feel good, promise,” she said coyly, then slid down. Your body had just eased back from the edge when she sank her mouth over you. You choked, eyes squeezing shut as you gasped.

The heat and softness of her mouth engulfing you felt like nothing you’d ever experienced. It consumed you, her soft lips sinking over your cock, everything in you seeming to throb and ache and yearn for more. For release. You shuddered, drool pooling in your mouth as your eyes peeled open.

Her tongue slid against the vein on your cock, making you throb in her mouth. She swallowed around you, the wet sounds lewd as it echoed through the stone chamber. And yet when her eyes looked up at you, tinged with that smoldering mischief, you could only lie there and let out a broken, helpless moan. The build up was slower. Still somehow fast and yet not fast enough, making you shake your head as you drew agonizingly closer to that promised brink.

And yet somehow she knew. Pulling her mouth off, she teasingly poked your aching cock and giggled. “Wait.”She practically sang.

A sob spilled from your lips, desperate and pleading. “Darya,” you begged, voice trembling as your body flushed with heat almost painfully. You wanted it, so badly. Wanted release. Wanted the end. And yet… you almost didn’t. You could almost want to stay here, like this, under her spell for as long as she wanted. Torn, you whined and gazed up at her through blurred eyes.

She cooed, gently stroking your cheek as she hovered over you. “Ohh, it’s okay. Take good care of Mate, hmm?” She purred your name, promising and sweet.

The desperation and the despair at being denied had fuzzed your mind to the point that you almost lost track of everything else. But you instantly snapped to the moment you felt her press down against your cock. Her dress slid up her hips and waist, her core pressed against you as she tilted her head down at you. Before you had time to say a word, she’d sank down on top of you.

For a moment, your breath froze. You stared unseeingly up at the ceiling, nothing but the pure pleasure of her filling your senses. The moment she moved, another sob tore from your lips. The pure pleasure rushing through your body almost hurt after the denial. The way she kept pushing against you, kept teasing your body with hers until you writhed under her. You didn’t know if you wanted her to stop or keep going. Didn’t know if you wanted relief or more.

Somehow, you were at the edge before you knew it. You barely had time to stammer her name, but she knew. She cupped your face in her hands and murmured your name, her body clenching around you. It proved to be too much.

You arched up into her, her name spilling from your lips in a litany as you came. Stars burst behind your eyelids, tears streaming from your eyes as she finally granted release. And yet nothing had ever felt so good in your life; the edge of pain just barely mixed with the pleasure, needling through your entire body.

By the time you came down, gasping, you weren’t even sure how long it had been. Only that you’d been stuck in the throes of pleasure, wholly lost in her. She sighed, and you realized as she fluttered around you that she’d cum as well. It relieved you in a sense, to know that you hadn’t been the only one to find pleasure.

She sighed your name, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “So good,” she murmured. “So cute. Love Mate.”

You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her into your chest as you leaned your head into the crook of her neck. “I love you, Darya,” you whispered. “So much. Thank you for choosing me as your Mate.”

She didn’t answer with words, but she didn’t need to. The kiss said more than enough; and you knew that you’d found home.

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Day 5: Pegging

I’m honestly surprised I’ve been keeping up with these. Juggling college, work, and projects on top of the time it takes to write these has not been easy. It’s been fun, though! Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

An obligatory Star Wars one, of course, because I firmly believe in pegging good clone boys. No one has to know this is the first time I’ve written pegging okay. Gotta be good to my clone OC, okay? He’s a good boy, really.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content ONLY. Mentions of war (Clone Wars), though nothing explicit. Anal, pegging, strap-on, soft femdom, entirely consensual, some oral and handjob elements.

Tags: Star Wars, Clone OC (Icer), x reader

Downtime, Love

You’d been lying in bed, rolled over on your side and scrolling through your holoscreen, when you felt the bed dip behind you. Your boyfriend and his unit had been given some downtime between missions, and you had the weekend off from your job as a medic. He’d come to your flat, as usual, though he’d seemed to be a bit antsy all day.

With a hum, you settled your hand on his arm that wrapped around your waist. “Icer?” you murmured, glad he was finally deciding to lay down with you a bit.

He sighed from behind you, and he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. “Hi, mesh’la,” he murmured.

You set down your tablet and squirmed, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck. “Hi,” you answered sweetly, leaning forward to nuzzle his cheek. “You finally get tired of pacing?” You smiled.

He gave you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, really. I just… I guess I’m still not over the last mission yet.”he shook his head. “I know I should be paying more attention to you-“

You pressed a finger gently to his lips, hushing him. “Hey. You don’t have to constantly feel like you have to give me attention when you’re troubled, Icer,” you reminded softly, knowing that your responsible boyfriend sometimes forgot to take things easy. “Here, with me, you can relax. Let go of all your worries, hmm?”

He tugged you closer, his forehead tucking against yours. “I know. I’m supposed to be having downtime,” he said ruefully.

You stroked his cheek, brushing past the small burn scars of blaster fire that littered the side of his face, not quite blending in with his dark skin. Gazing at him with a smile, you fell in love with him all over again.

“What can I do for you?” you asked, seeing his eyes flicker up to yours in surprise. “Tell me what I can do to help you relax.”

His fingers tightened around your waist for a moment, and he smoothed his hands over your hips and back. He hesitated, his eyes flickering away from yours as his lips twisted, as though holding back a thought.

“Tell me,” you coaxed softly. “You deserve to be spoiled for all you do, Icer. It’s your turn to be pampered.”

But a flush spread over his cheeks as he continued to avoid your eyes. “I…” he cleared his throat as his voice cracked. “I mean, I—“ He swallowed. “Can you-“ he trailed off into an indecipherable mutter.

You bit back a laugh as your boyfriend suddenly turned shy. Cupping his face, you brought his face up to yours. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you gave him an indulgent smile.

“Can’t help you if you don’t tell me, love,” you teased.

“C-can you fuck me?” Icer blurted, then buried his face in your chest in embarrassment.

You tilted your head for a moment, wondering why he would be so shy about it. It wasn’t as though Icer didn’t sometimes come home just to drop everything and push you against the wall to beg for attention. It had to be something else, right? Something that maybe you either hadn’t done before or something he considered extremely indulgent-?

Oh. Oh.

You laughed softly, carding your fingers through his hair. “Oh, does my sweet baby boy want to be fucked? You want me to get on top of you, push you into the bed, hold you down and fuck every thought out of your mind?” you purred. Icer rarely asked for the strap, but he was always such a good boy when he did.

He nodded against your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Please.”

You hummed, bending to kiss his curly hair. “Of course. Let me go get ready, and you get comfortable however you want, okay?” you promised.

He nodded, reluctantly letting you go. You hopped up to go get the strap and lube, taking a detour by the bathroom.

Coming back out, you shed your shirt and shorts on the way to the bed. Laying the things on the bed, you found Icer already ready for you, lying on his back. With a smile, you crawled up towards him, straddling his waist. You cupped his face in your hands, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips.

His hands rested on your back, his eyes closing as he kissed you back. His face seemed to smooth out, and he let out a contented sigh into your lips. His eyes fluttered open to look at you, infatuation saturating his gaze.

“How did I get so lucky with you?” he murmured.

You shook your head with a smile. “Maker blessed me with you, Icer,” you refuted. “You deserve the world.” Then you gave him another kiss. “Now let me spoil you.” You could already feel his cock against your thigh, hard and clearly excited.

You started to kiss down his jaw, littering little marks across his neck, moving down to his chest. Your hands swept across his body, smoothing down his sides. You laughed softly as he panted and whimpered, jerking under your touches.

“Aww, is my baby boy already so sensitive?” you teased, unable to keep yourself from being a little bit mean. He just always reacted so beautifully.

You finally made it down between his legs, splaying your arms over his thighs as you comfortably settled in. Looking up at his face with an amused smile, you watched from half-lidded eyes as you gently flicked the tip of his cock. It dribbled precum, accompanied by a soft whine that spilled from him. His cock twitched, searching for more friction.

You let out a low hum, dragging your fingertip up the vein on the back. Tracing little circles on his thigh with one hand, you ringed your fingers around the head of his cock with the other, swirling your thumb in tight circles around his tip. Icer moaned as more precum dribbled from his tip, lubricating your fingers. His breath shuddered as he struggled to keep his eyes open. You reached out and grabbed the bottle of lube. Icer flinched as the cap popped open, and you set it down and smoothed you hand across his thigh.

“You okay, baby?” you checked.

He nodded. “Y-yeah, please.”

With a hum, you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his tip. Pouring the lube over your fingers, you partially distracted him by sliding the head of his cock into your mouth. Your fingers prodded gently as you sucked, tongue swirling around his tip.

Icer’s fingers clenched in the sheets, and he moaned as you slid one finger into him, slightly stretching him. You let his body adjust for a moment, then started to slightly thrust your finger, never going more than a knuckle deep. Still, you noticed how readily his body responded, and how his moans got a little louder.

The moment you added a second finger, scissoring and stretching him little by little, his voice cracked on a moan as he arched his back. His clenched hands twisted in the sheets. You smiled, carefully adding a third finger. He didn’t seem to be in any discomfort, to your relief, so you gently pulled your fingers away to get the strap.

He whined, peering down at you with a noise of protest.

“Calm down, you greedy baby,” you laughed, beginning to put on the strap. “I’ll be there in a second, I promise,” you soothed. “Do you wanna get comfortable for me?”

He nodded, then rolled himself over onto his stomach, pushing his ass up into the air. He turned his head to look back at you, his cheeks flushed with arousal and his eyes dewey with want.

You hummed, then poured some of the lube onto the strap. Shuffling forward, you grasped his hips, pushing the strap between his asscheeks and letting it rest there for a moment. You squeezed handfuls of his waist, sliding your hands down his sides, just getting him to relax.

His breath evened out a little, and he practically melted into the pillow in front of him as he slumped forward.

“That’s a good boy,” you cooed, letting the strap slide down and press against his entrance. You didn’t push, just letting Icer relax so his body would accept it more. The very top of the strap slid in, and Icer’s breath caught as he moaned into his pillow. You held his hips still as he jerked a little.

“Are we doing okay?” you asked, voice gentle and smooth as you swept your hands down the small of his back. “Do you want to do it yourself?”

He nodded into the pillow, then slowly started pushing back against you as you held still for him. Gasping a little, he eased himself fully onto the strap at his own pace while you watched him take every inch. It finally bottomed out into him, and he whined as he leaned back against your hips.

“Good job, love,” you praised, keeping your voice mellow to relax him. “Now how about you hand me that pillow, hmm?” You took the other pillow that he pushed behind him, then leaned down to settle it under his hips. You gently pushed him prone on his stomach, only the pillow propping up his hips.

Your name spilled from his lips, a half-breathless moan of pleasure.

Lowering yourself, you shifted up a little and laid over his back. “Just relax, love,” you soothed, reaching up to grasp his wrists with a firm but gentle hold. You pressed them down into the bed, your front fully pressed against his back as you physically pinned him in place against the bed.

Letting out a quiet hum, you pressed a kiss to the back of his neck just as you started grinding your hips into his ass. You smiled against his skin as he moaned, his breaths quick and stuttering as his cock ground against the pillow under him as well. Sucking a mark into the back of his shoulder, you slowly shifted your hips until you were angled just right.

The moment you gently thrust your hips, Icer half-strangled his cry into his pillow. His entire body jerked under you as you hit his prostate, shuddering.

With a little ‘tsk,’ you readjusted his hands so you could pin his wrists above his head with one hand. With the other, you reached down and tipped his chin up out of the pillow, sliding your thumb into the corner of his mouth.

“No no baby boy,” you purred, “don’t hide those pretty little sounds from me. I have to know that my good boy is feeling good, don’t I?” you teased, still thrusting into him, hitting his prostate every time. “Aren’t you going to give me those needy whimpers as you take what you deserve?”

Drool slipped down your thumb, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he practically sobbed. He was starting to babble a little, grinding his cock into the pillow as he got fucked. Slurred pleas and hiccuping whimpers spilled from his mouth, and you pressed another kiss to his neck.

“You gonna cum, baby boy? Gonna be good and cum for me, just like this, taking the strap like needy little boy you are? Don’t you deserve to get fucked like this, hmm?”

Icer hiccuped and nodded around your fingers, his whimpers and moans getting desperate. His entire body seemed to hum under you, getting so close to his peak.

Finally, as you thrust into him one more time and ground against him, his back arched as he let out a cry that vaguely sounded like your name. His whole body shuddered as he unraveled, until he finally slumped against the pillows, weak and spent.

You let go of his hands and chin, humming softly as you gently kissed his neck. Sweeping your hands down his sides soothingly, you stilled and kept the strap in him, just letting him ride out the aftershocks.

Finally, his head turned as he gazed at you through teary eyes. “Thank you,” his voice rasped and cracked.

“Shh, just relax,” you murmured, stroking his mussed hair away from his face. “You were such a good boy for me, Icer. You just stay here, okay? I’m going to get you all cleaned up, so you just lay here and be good for me, okay?”

But he whimpered and grasped your hand. “Stay. Please,” he whispered. “Little longer.”

You smiled at him lovingly, keeping your body on top of him. “Of course, sweetheart.” You kissed his cheek.

You watched him fall asleep with soft eyes, stroking his hair. Maybe you couldn’t take away all of his worries, but sometimes… you could give him a break, just like this.

It would have to be enough.

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Hi everyone,

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