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dolcettamagica · 29 days

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

gangleader!sukuna x reader

tags: possessive sukuna, daddy, nipple play, lewd language, no penetration – spicy not smutty notes: listen to “be my daddy” by lana del rey wc: 1.6k

The dimly lit bar buzzed with the energy of the night, thick with the scent of alcohol and the sound of laughter. Sukuna, known for his dominant aura and commanding presence, sat at a secluded corner table, surrounded by his crew. Their boisterous camaraderie echoed through the room as they indulged in drinks and jests, their faces etched with the confidence of those who ruled the streets.

But amidst the chaos, his attention was drawn to you. You entered like a breath of fresh air, your figure gracefully gliding through the haze of smoke and noise. Clad in a white dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, you exuded an ethereal allure that demanded attention. Your eyes sparkled with mischief, challenging and enticing all at once.

Sukuna's gaze locked onto yours like a predator homing in on its prey. He watched your every move, his demeanor exuding an intoxicating blend of dominance and desire. With each step you took, he felt his pulse quicken, his senses heightening as if under a spell.

You knew the effect you had on him, and you relished in it. Your smile was coy, teasing, as you danced just out of his reach, a tantalizing game of cat and mouse unfolding between you. You reveled in the power you held over him, knowing that despite his reputation as a formidable leader, he was powerless against your allure.

“Thank you for inviting me, sir”, you smile at him, your fingertips lightly – softly gracing his broad shoulder.

Before the drinks at the bar, your encounter at the beach set the stage for your evening together. As the gang leader strolled along the sun-kissed shoreline, his gaze caught by the sight of you lounging on the sand, a vision of youthful allure in your cute bikini. Entranced by your beauty, he approached with a magnetic pull he couldn't resist. Sukuna never could resist you.

In a bold move that echoed his dominance (and the fact that you worked for him), he invited you to join him for drinks later that evening, his voice tinged with a hint of urgency. Though you teased and feigned reluctance, he could sense your intrigue, the subtle flicker of interest dancing in your eyes. And as you accepted his invitation with a coy smile, he knew that your evening together would be anything but ordinary, fueled by the undeniable chemistry that crackled between you.

“You came and got all dolled up for me, huh? Good girl.”

With a flick of his wrist, Sukuna dismissed his loyal crew, their departing footsteps echoing down the dimly lit corridors, leaving him and you alone in the quiet solitude of the hidden sanctum.

With a predatory gleam in his eyes, he turned his attention to you, his dominant aura palpable in the air around. You stood before him, a tantalizing enigma wrapped in the soft glow of the room's ambient light, your playful smile betraying the mischief dancing in your gaze.

Alone at last, he moved closer, his movements calculated and deliberate as he poured two glasses of amber liquid, the clink of ice against glass a seductive melody in the silence that surrounded you. With a gesture, Sukuna offered you a drink, his voice low and commanding as he watched your every reaction with unwavering intensity.

Yet, despite his best efforts to maintain control, you remained a tempestuous force, your teasing demeanor a siren's call that stirred something primal within him. With each playful taunt, you tested the boundaries of Sukuna’s dominance, your words like a dance of fire and ice that ignited a fierce longing deep within his soul.

You approached him, drawn to him like a moth to flame, your movements a silent surrender to his magnetic pull. With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Sukuna welcomed you onto his lap, his legs spread wide in a display of dominance that left no room for doubt.

As you settled into his embrace, he wasted no time in asserting his control, his hands gripping your hips with a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine. With a predatory smirk, Sukuna watched as you brought a lollipop to your lips, your actions a provocative challenge that only fueled the fire burning within him.

“I’ll give you some if you want, sir.”

With a swift motion, he took hold of the lollipop, pulling it from your grasp with a possessive certainty. His gaze locked on yours, he traced the sugary sweetness along your lips with a deliberate slowness, each touch a silent reminder of who held the power in this dangerous game of desire.

“Don’t call me sir tonight.”

As you squirmed beneath his touch, Sukuna tightened his grip, his dominance unyielding as he asserted his control over you. With each suck and swirl of the lollipop, he unleashed a torrent of longing and need, his hunger for you consuming him from within. And as you melted into his embrace, he knew that in this moment, he was the master of your desires, a force to be reckoned with in the realm of passion and power. He pulled the lollipop out of your mouth before you replied to his command.

You hooked your finger under his gold chain, tugging onto it lightly. Your eyes staring into his as you pout slightly.

“You can be my daddy tonight.”

That’s all Sukuna needed to hear. As your whispered words filled the air, a primal hunger ignited within him, unleashing a feral intensity that coursed through his veins like wildfire. With a low growl, Sukuna seized you with a possessive grip, pulling you closer onto his lap with a primal urgency that left no room for hesitation. His hands firmly gripping on your waist.

Your lips collided in a searing kiss, a collision of desire and dominance that set the room ablaze with raw passion. His hands roamed over you with a possessiveness that bordered on obsession, tracing the curves of your body with a hunger that knew no bounds.

In that moment, he became your daddy, your protector and your punisher, your guide through the depths of pleasure and pain. With each kiss, each touch, he claimed you as his own, leaving no doubt in your mind who held the reins of power in this dangerous dance of desire.

“Yeah? You want me to be your daddy?” His lips were on your neck as he started to bite into your skin – almost drawing blood, “Want daddy to make you feel real good, piccola?”

Nothing but a moan fell from your lips and you nodded your head. With a commanding presence that brooked no argument, Sukuna seized control of the moment, his movements deliberate and authoritative. His hands, large and possessive, found their way to the fabric of your dress, fingers tracing along the delicate lines of your figure with a hunger that bordered on primal.

You yielded to his touch, a willing captive to his dominant desires, your breath catching in your throat as he began to undress you with a neediness that left you trembling with anticipation. With each article of clothing that fell away, you felt yourself unraveling beneath his touch, the weight of his gaze a tangible force against your skin. You sat on Sukuna’s lap, completely naked, victim to his mercy.

He relished in your vulnerability, his touch both tender and commanding as he exposed you to his hungry gaze. With a predatory hunger that weakened you at the knees, he reveled in the power he held over you, his dominance unyielding as he claimed you as his own.

Stripped bare of all pretense and inhibition, you felt a rush of desire wash over you, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you both. You were his to command, his to possess, his to devour with a ferocity that knew no bounds.

Sukuna reached one hand forward to cup your tits, his index finger and thumb playing with your nipple while his other hand landed a hard blow on your eyes. No one could imagine how often he pleasured himself while thinking about this exact moment. Meanwhile he started to rock his hips upwards, his hard bulge pressing against your puffy clit.

His lust for you was a primal force, a hunger that burned deep within his soul and consumed his every thought. From the moment his eyes first alighted upon you, he knew that he needed you in a way that transcended mere desire. You were his obsession, his addiction, and he yearned for you with a ferocity that bordered on madness.

As he gazed upon you with hungry eyes, his body reacted instinctively, every nerve tingling with a raw, primal need. His heart pounded in his chest like a drumbeat, each pulse a reminder of the insatiable hunger that raged within him. His breath came in ragged gasps, the air thick with the scent of your intoxicating presence.

“Always acting so cute and innocent but you couldn’t wait for daddy to finally make you his, couldn’t you?”

“‘m sorry, daddy.”

With each movement, he relished in the sensation of your body beneath his fingertips, tracing the contours of your form with a possessiveness that left you breathless. Sukuna’s touch was both commanding and reverent, a tantalizing dance of dominance and desire that left you gasping for air.

And as he reveled in the exquisite pleasure of your submission, he knew that he held you in the palm of his hand, a willing captive to his every whim. He was the master of your desires, the architect of your pleasure, and he relished in the knowledge that you were his to command, his to possess, his to dominate with a ferocity that knew no bounds.

“Now, now, don’t be sorry, amore mio. Not going to help you anyway. You’ve been a bad, teasing slut and now daddy has to fuck that attitude out of you.”

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justporo · 3 months

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Bedroom Hymns

If you thought Astarion was done with you with how you look wearing nothing but his shirt, you are very much wrong. In fact, Astarion is only just starting to enjoy himself as he finally has you where he wants you - on his lap, writhing desperately.

PART 1 | MASTERLIST | AO3

Author's Note: I don't even know what to tell you anymore. This is roughly 6k of just smut and me losing my shame writing said smut. I hope you enjoy - and someone take me out back for overwriting this. Apparently it needed to be let out.

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You) Warnings: explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, blood kink, nipple play, slight edging light dom/sub dynamic, light predator/prey dynamic Wordcount: 6k ~~~

You gazed upon your lover and soulmate beneath you, how he was kneeling under you, some of his curls twined around your fingers. Breath and a feeling for reality were still blissfully eluding you. If you had thought that he’d been a heavenly body descended from the skies eternal to bless you with his presence it now seemed you had switched places.

His crimson eyes were bright in the low light, almost glowing and the way he smiled at you - tips of his fangs visible and the corners of his mouth curled up so far - showed this kind of wild joy one really only felt when indulging in some of the most carnal pleasures. And there was awe in the way he looked at you, like somehow he couldn’t believe his own personal goddess had come and stretched out her hand to him, ever so benevolent.

You felt ethereal, eternal.

And thankfully Astarion was fully devoted to you, a firm believer and frequent worshipper at the temple that was your body. Ready to offer you plenty more pleasure. He’d see that prophecy fulfilled - for his own sake and yours of course. You couldn’t wait to see it all unfold.

If you could have stayed forever in this perfect moment, you would have. But a few things kept dragging you back to a less sleek and paradisiacal vision.

Astarion’s fingertips still digging into your backside, the burn of his handprint there and the dizzy feeling swirling through your head were the testament that he had indulged you plentily. The visible bulge in the thin sheets that were precariously draped around your lover’s waist and its occasional throbs in the meantime were the prophecy for a night long not over.

When you dragged on some strands of the vampire’s hair he answered you with a low growl, eyes darkening. And the kisses he had been trailing along your thigh turned into letting his teeth scrape - he was a predator after all, only allowing you to play with him as long as he deigned it satisfactory. The tables could be turned onto you quickly and the thought made your whole lower body clench.

Maybe you liked this rougher, realer version better than any possible divine vision. Maybe you craved the broken perfection that allowed for your continuous fall into corruption.

Neither of you were saints. But he’d given you so much of him already. But In turn he demanded the same devotion now. More than just a humble offering to show your dedication to him now.

Thankfully, you were more than prepared to offer him everything.

You let him caress your thighs a bit more while his fingers kept kneading your behind, but then you tugged on his hair harder than before, dragging him from his source of enjoyment which he commented with another growl.

“Stop playing with your food and fucking take me, Astarion”, you demanded, voice only slightly shaky, making your own heart race anxiously with the bold words and your core throb in desperate need.

It earned you another slap onto your ass right on the same spot where another had landed before. That and delight reflecting on Astarion’s face for you so openly stating what you desired. Meanwhile your butt stung deliciously and had you bite your lip.

“If you want me inside of you, my heart, then be a good girl and sit”, he replied in a low, almost rumbly tone, practically barking the last word, and with his hands on your behind nudged until your still wobbly legs gave in by themselves.

You saw the open challenge in his narrowed ruby eyes and you weren’t fully decided if it was more threat or promise, but you were enticed anyway as you let yourself obey to his barked command.

The muscles in Astarion’s arms flexed as he let your body slide down along his torso slowly. His hands wandered up from your butt, to your hips, gradually wandering up over the sides of your body while you were coming down on him.Your thighs spread apart on their own while you felt your own heated skin brush against the smooth and cool body of the vampire.

It just felt natural like this: letting your legs open for him, straddling him and feeling how much he craved you immediately as you sank down with a blissful, lewd sigh spilling from your lips. Astarion’s eyebrow and cock twitched in delight as he heard that.

Meanwhile your eyes didn’t stray from his for even a single moment. Nothing in the world could have ripped you from this view: Astarion’s pupils dilating while you sank onto his lap until the black almost blotted out the vibrant red of his irises.

Your limbs still felt weak from the forceful orgasm just moments ago but your body was completely and utterly helpless when it came to Astarion. You already felt lust coil in your abdomen again, when you settled down onto him, legs splayed as far as possible. Your hands had wandered from his hair to his shoulders, holding onto him with a soft trembling.

When you sat comfortably on his lap only the sheets were between his eagerly twitching erection and your obscenely wet and swollen core. His dick strained against your folds and his arms around you tensed at the sensation of finally getting to experience some friction. Immediately it made you grind your hips into him, desperate to feel more than just a taste.

The mixture of your wetness and his hardened length already starting to leak in anticipation of what he was about to unleash onto you quickly had the thin fabric between you drenched and cling to his cock as you already began losing control over your movements and the last of your humility.

Your head lolled back and your hands clenched onto his shoulders with a noiseless moan leaving your throat. The first time he’d made you come tonight had already nearly made you burst into a million pieces. You weren’t completely sure how you’d survive another one.

But gods, you were so eager to feel him.

And even more than that you wanted to please him. Wanted to give him what you had experienced just a few moments ago: pleasure so intense it made you forget anything but your own desire and the body of your lover pressed against you. You wanted to make him feel that again and again until he would have forgotten everything that had come before you. You wanted to be his path to salvation if possible.

You were positive you could do it. And you would devote your whole self - body, heart and soul - to make up for all the pain he was made to suffer.

His shirt in the meantime had ridden up on your upper body while you had slid down against him. It was bunched between the two of you now. Your breasts pressed against him, your nipples already pleasantly peaked, but still covered by the linen.

While you kept slowly grinding against him, Astarion’s hands slid up from your hips over your back and then slid around your torso to cup your tits from below: perking them up by pushing them up and together with his palms. You hummed contentedly as you enjoyed the view of your own daunting cleavage through the loose lacing of Astarion’s old camp shirt as you looked down. Something about seeing yourself like this was adding majorly to your already heightened senses and lust.

When the vampire noticed that he wasted no time pushing further while lifting up his hips a little so you could more tension down there too. He pushed you so far, your breasts squished so hard it stung pleasantly, that it made you squeal in delight.

And you heard a very similar noise coming from Astarion, almost purring for you, as he began playing around with your boobs more. He let them jig down then squeezed them again, letting his thumbs wander to rub lazy circles over their peaks until they were even more clearly outlined, the fabric spanning over them when he tugged the shirt tightly over them.

Your hands sank down to grab onto his arms, fingertips indenting on his biceps and feeling the muscles move slowly under your splayed fingers.

A violent twitch of him between your legs - that your own body quickly responded to - and a breathy moan spilling from his lips had you snap your gaze back from your tits to Astarion’s face. It was filled with admiration as he kept toying and gazing at your boobs that felt deliciously heavy with lust.

Your senses were so heightened, your whole body so tense you were acutely aware of everything you felt: his fingers on your boobs, his cock pressing against your feverishly hot core that couldn’t wait to finally take him, how his own skin started to warm up to your own body that was almost radiating heat from the intense lust you felt.

“I love how your tits look in my shirt, darling,” Astarion whispered breathlessly, mesmerised by the very thing he spoke about. He didn’t seem like he ever wanted to stop

You laughed softly at that. The way he said it sounded almost too innocent for what you were engaging in.

Then his eyes wandered to you, open and wide. As if he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

“I love how you look in my shirt, Tav,” he mumbled softly, his face full of desire and yearning for you - and love. And somehow his honest, genuine words combined with how your name rolled off his tongue instead of one of his usual pet names, made you way more flushed and flustered than the fact that you were currently indulging in your most animalistic pleasures without restraint or shame like you’d never done before tonight.

Your own love for him was overflowing inside your chest as you watched him gaze at you with love and admiration in his red eyes. You moved to cup his face softly and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his mouth.

Astarion welcomed you with open lips and a pleased sigh. You kissed him slowly and lovingly, letting your fingertips wander over his cheeks and then over his sensitive pointy ears. He sighed once more and deepened the kiss, letting go of your breasts for the time being to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer against him.

The kiss didn’t stay slow and innocent for long. Once his tongue slipped into your mouth and you were aware how your already teased boobs squished against his upper body, you bucked your hips once more with a moan, grinding against his cock again.

That seemed to remind Astarion of the unfinished business. The vampire hissed when he felt you shift against him again. There might not be much longer before the teasing would make him lose the rest of his sanity.

The mood had shifted again to something simmering and burning hot and bright. But you knew his honest love for you was burning just as hot as your desire for you.

“This shit has to fucking go”, the vampire growled as he tore away from the intense kiss. There he was again, the predator that existed under the thin veil of civility. And you loved how at times you saw it slip, experiencing Astarion letting go a bit off his own reins.

You trusted him fully that he knew exactly how far he could go.

Without further notice he wrapped one of his arms around you beneath your buttocks to lift you up. With his other arm he awkwardly tried to rid himself of the now pretty drenched sheets that were still partially covering him. His impatience made him lose some of his usual dexterity and he cursed under his breath when he couldn’t get rid of the godsdamned thing clinging wetly to his lower body.

You tried to help to kick it away with your feet and you both had to chuckle at your desperate and awkward tries to finally get it away from him in a small moment of hysteria caused by both of your emotions running high and the tension being as taught as a bow string between you.

This wasn’t one of the performances Astarion would have acted out months ago when you had started sleeping with and slowly falling for each other. This was nothing but honest, desperate need for each other and the just as desperate clambering to finally get there.

You threw each other an amused look, your face flustered from the stupid situation and Astarion shaking his head at his own uncommon clumsiness with a small grin.

Then he finally set you down again, his dick now firmly pressed between your bodies, finally free of restraints.

You moaned when you felt him hard against your naked stomach. With your one hand on Astarion’s arm again you let your other hand immediately wander to his hardness, the tip already glistening with wetness. You wrapped your hand around him as tightly as possible with your bodies so tightly pressed against each other already and gave his cock a few tentative strokes. Your thumb stroked over his soft tip and over the wet beads there, pressing down firmly and then spreading some of the slickness around, making the vampire almost whimper from how you handled this sensitive part of his body. His reaction was so visceral that even his balls tightened in response to your confident caress.

Astarion in the meantime pulled up his shirt on your body until he had bared your breasts, the cold air hitting them and their sensitive buds at their peaks making you gasp and shiver. His thumbs went to your nipples again, started teasing them, twisting them, similarly to how he had done before but now with newly found vigour. And the fact that there was full skin-on-skin contact now only amplified the rush you got from his playful caresses tenfold.

You arched your back for him, whispering his name like a psalm, zealously wanting to offer yourself up for him even more, wanting him to indulge in you. Your head rolled back in pleasure as you also rolled your hips and tried to grind against his hard cock, helping with your other hand to make it slide along your clit and your core. The tip diving into some of the wet heat, receiving a taste of what it could be like if only he finally sank into you.

You heard Astarion growl deep in his throat at the sight of you losing all shame for him, desperate to feel him and to be appreciated by him - his own personal succubus. His length kept jerking while you worked for every tiny piece of delicious friction you could get.

The vampire observed how you writhed on his lap, like you were his own personal siren. Every sweet moan that spilled from your lips another part of your irresistible siren song that beckoned him farther and farther still, wanting him to give and take everything. He watched as you flipped your hair back to ground against him even more eagerly, biting your lip, your hand not currently teasing his cock gripping his shoulder for more hold.

Astarion’s eyes glazed over from the pleasure becoming almost too much already, his lips curling up in a senseless smile of pure bliss as he was positively aching. He’d been so patient and enduring and his whole being yearned to be inside of you, to finally have you clench around him while he earned his well deserved release. But he was still urging you on, wondering if he could make you reach another peak before he did.

“Darling, hold my shirt up for me, would you?”, he pressed out breathlessly while you were still grinding yourself against him. You obeyed without even thinking about it, slowly letting go of Astarion’s hardness to do as he asked.

“Good girl,” he purred and praised you with a smirk and one eyebrow jumping up, while his hands slid over your spine: one stayed on the small of your back, the other wandered up further, over your neck until he could curl his fingers in your hair to get some good grip. And then the next time you rolled your hips up against him, he pulled your head back by your hair and with his hand on your back pulled you even closer so he had you arching your back almost painfully. Now your breasts were perfectly presented for him and were held immobile against his torso. You kept tugging his shirt up further.

“Do you want me to take your shirt off?”, you asked breathlessly and felt your whole body flush just from the way your lover held you - fully at his mercy now. Your legs were already shivering from the impossible pose: held and hovering, falling but somehow secure.

“Gods, no,” Astarion groaned with an edge of desperation in his tone and loosened the hold on your hair a little so you could look into his eyes. “I want to smell you on it after I’m done fucking you”, he explained, his voice breathy from lust, eyes half-lidded.

And then without further warning he tugged on your hair again, hard, and went down on one of your offered up breasts. He sucked on its peak, his sharp teeth grazing the delicate skin around it. You whimpered helplessly, your hand on his shoulder gripping even harder, probably leaving marks by now.

While he was sucking and now even biting, drawing just enough blood so he could taste you, he lifted you up enough until his dick could slide along your wet folds and easily slid to your entrance. Your legs were trembling as you felt the tip of him teasingly sink into you just the barest bit.

The pain of Astarion dragging on your hair and biting and sucking on your tits while you felt the head of his cock agonisingly slowly sink into you, finally, had your eyes roll into the back of your skull. A moan of yours slowly became something between a plea and a scream while ever so slowly he let you sink down onto him until he was buried to the hilt within you.

You bit your lip in a desperate attempt to keep some control over your body but after the long and slow buildup just the feeling of Astarion finally inside of you made your core clench around him forcefully.

The vampire kept suckling on your breasts and the dribble of blood he had going there, just a few drops already being enough to make his cock inside you twitch from how exquisite you tasted on his tongue. It only made you clench harder around him.

You whimpered in desperation and let go of the fabric you had still been holding up to have both of your hands claw at Astarion’s back now. In response your lover lifted his face from where he had been latched onto your sensitive skin to laugh softly and haughtily. You felt it lightly but deeply shake through his and your own body.

“I have barely done anything, my love, and you’re almost already coming for me again,” Astarion whispered and clicked his tongue - the fucking bastard.

Then he licked up a single drop of blood from your breasts. It made his cock twitch again in response to that while Astarion hummed in arrogant satisfaction. It made you think of something.

While his hands had you almost immobile you couldn’t resist spurring him on a little more. He had you captive, his prey. But you felt you could tease out the hunter, the predator a little more.

“Well, how about you do some more then, love?”, you asked with an edge of passive-aggressiveness, knowing that your tone already would get the better of him.

You both knew that he was a massive tease and that he delighted way too much in riling you up whenever and wherever possible, no matter the circumstances. Only when it was the most appropriate time to get going did he take his precious time to get to the point. So you would just try and coax him until his already dwindling patience would snap.

Already, Astarion was grumbling at you and he yanked on your hair harder again - how pleasant.

But you also had an ace up your sleeve. Using the little space you had for moving, you willingly clenched down around his cock again while you lifted your hips just a little before letting them slam down again. That earned you a disgruntled groan but you felt how he instinctively had started moving his hips with yours when you did it again. He couldn’t resist you anymore - not with how desperately he was craving you.

And now for your trump card. You moved your head just a little, bringing his attention to your neck that was already conveniently bared and ready for him, just like the rest of your body. And then there was your thundering pulse that had been making you feel dizzy for a while now but sped up even more as you anticipated what was about to happen.

You heard him grunt, obviously immediately understanding what you offered him. He wouldn’t let the opportunity pass, of course he wouldn’t. Not if the pretty morsel was presenting itself so beautifully and enchantingly on a silver platter.

With your hair still in his grip he leaned closer. He deeply inhaled your intoxicating scent that was intensified by the blood pumping through you amplified by your desire. His other hand moved to your butt now and began to squeeze, giving you more room to move and helping you lift up your hips a little with every roll of your body as you began riding him slowly.

Just a moment later you felt his lips on your throat, kissing it open-mouthed, caressing it with his tongue pressing flatly against it, directly over where your pulse was fluttering even faster now, knowing what was about to happen. Merely an instance later you felt the sharp sting of his fangs breaking your skin and then the cold, but titillating sensation of Astarion taking your blood. His hand slid from your hair to the back of your neck, holding it steady for him while the whole sensation brought newly known waves of lust over your body.

You heard his pleased and feral groans as he drank your blood in generous gulps while he gripped your ass harder and you slowly sped up the pace of you grinding onto him.

And then you felt another pleasant sensation while you slowly lost your breath and mind moving on your lover: you could feel his dick inside you physically grow harder as he drank from you and jerk viciously in rhythm with every gulp he took. Your blood giving the vampire a surprising amount of vigour while it also made him noticeably more feral.

The sounds that spilled from your lips became lewder by the second as you felt all of it once: him hitting deep and hard inside of you, his hands gripping you, your breasts jigging with every slam of your hips and the dizzying cold slowly and pleasantly spreading from your neck through your body while your fingers dug into the vampire’s shoulders until you almost felt like you were drifting out of your own body from the pleasure.

With a jerk and some obvious internal struggle Astarion ripped himself away from your neck, his fingers at its back digging into your skin. He slowly released their grip on you, joining his other hand on your butt, so you could take a look at his face. His gaze on you was intense, a few curls had fallen onto his forehead.

All while he kept fucking you relentlessly: now with both hands on your behind it was him dictating the pace, lifting your hips up again while slamming into you with rolling of his own hips.

His eyes were impossibly wide, pupils dilated as much as possible. Some of your blood was dripping down his chin but he didn’t even care, he had only eyes for you and how you almost had lost all your senses already, being taken by him like this and with newly found energy and vitality from your delicious, nurturing blood. And he realised your ploy.

“And here I thought you were only offering out of the goodness of your heart, you little vixen,” Astarion mumbled while he watched your eyes roll back again as he picked up the pace. You were in no state to even answer anymore, the only things leaving your lips were heavy breaths and senseless moans.

But Astarion wasn’t having it. He slowed down until he was thrusting frustratingly slowly.

“Tell me what you want, love,” the vampire demanded, slowly lifting your hips up until he had almost fully withdrawn from you. You only whimpered in desperation in response. Astarion stilled fully, holding you there, in suspense, his gaze boring into you.

“Darling, speak to me,” he said, his voice teasing as he smirked at you. How he was even capable of doing that while he could have just been buried deep down inside of you was fully beyond you. You only groaned in frustration at him, clawed at his back as if mad, needing him to just keep going.

He snorted, still letting you hover right above his cock now - and didn’t move an inch: “Don’t make this harder on you than it has to be, sweetheart.”

That made you break. “As if that was even a possibility, Astarion,” you chuckled breathlessly, feeling hysteria bubbling up inside you

The vampire just answered with a chuckle and then let you pounce down on his dick again, immediately having you claw at him and moan again from the sensation of being filled completely by him within an inch of your life from one moment to the next.

“So she does speak after all,” he teased you with a low laugh vibrating through both of your bodies. Thankfully he kept up a steady rhythm now.

“Now, - tell me - what you - want!”, the vampire pressed out between each thrust. Obviously he massively overestimated your ability to form even simple sentences when he fucked you like that.

“Harder,” you simply uttered breathlessly. Astarion hummed in approval while a grin split his lips, baring his fangs to you once more.

“So it obviously is a possibility,” he replied smugly. You groaned angrily and bucked your hips while clenching around him, making him moan in return. As much as you loved to hear him talk, you would have liked for him to pour that energy into how he was thrusting into you.

But you quickly regretted your insolent behaviour when he suddenly grabbed you and threw you onto the mattress, shortly being withdrawn from you. You gasped and caught yourself with your elbows, but the bedding was soft enough anyway.

Astarion prowled closer to you, his gaze that of a predator closing in on his prey once more. Then as he moved your legs up with his hands he eyed your throbbing core that was desperate to welcome him again. He positioned his hips and his glistening hard length between your legs.

You thought he was just about to make your wish happen with how he pressed up your thighs to spread you for him. But as you looked at his face you found him gazing at you, his messy white curls falling into his face, crimson eyes glinting in awe at the sight of you while his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your legs.

“Look at you, my darling,” he whispered as if to himself. But when he continued his eyes locked with yours: “Look how beautiful you are.” He emphasised his words by squeezing your thighs with his splayed fingers.

He practically moaned the words as he pushed your thighs a little further and finally began to sink into you again.

His mouth was agape as he leaned forward over you, making your legs bend towards your head as far as your exquisite body allowed. His eyes were glazing over with lust and a sound you could only describe as a purr rumbled through his chest as he slowly buried himself into you again until he had bottomed out.

“Look how well you take me, love. My good, good girl.”

You gasped at his praise, eyes wide as he spelled out exactly his thoughts for you. He leaned further over you and grabbed your wrists to pin them down beside each side of your head. Instinctively your legs wrapped around his hips then, your ankles crossed, trying to hold him deep inside you.

It earned you a loving smile, an approving hum. But then Astarion withdrew from you slowly again.

“You’re so good for me,” he mumbled and then slammed into you so hard again it made you yelp. “And so ready.”

“My beautiful darling”, Astarion continued, eyes fixed on you while he thrust again, making your breath almost catch in your throat as you kept staring at him with eyes wide, mouth open as he kept telling you just how much he adored you.

His eyes were soft as he slammed into you unyieldingly, nothing but praise leaving his full lips while he sped up the pace and you felt it wouldn’t take long anymore. Not with how he had kept teasing you, how he had made you work for every inch gained.

You lost all ability to do anything but let your body arch towards his more and clenching around him in eager desperation while he kept going: both with the praise and the thrusts.

“You’re so perfect, Tav, my darling.”

“Can you take me a little harder still?”

“Yes, my good little pup.”

“Look how eager you are, you little fox.”

“You’re a goddess, my love. My goddess.”

You felt yourself lose yourself, your legs already starting to tremble with how tense they were as you felt the orgasm creep up onto you. Meanwhile Astarion’s eyes didn’t leave yours for a second while he hovered above you. Every detail of his perfect face imprinted permanently into your memory: the soft laugh lines and around his eyes and crinkles around his crimson eyes, the perfect aristocratic nose, the soft, full lips he occasionally bit down on as he too kept losing himself in you, showing his pronounced canines. You could have gone forever with tiny details you would never forget in this lifetime - or the next.

All while he kept fucking you unrelentingly and unapologetically.

And neither would you forget how it felt, how with every deep hit within you you partially lost yourself and how you let yourself be taken willingly.

Then he let go of one of your wrists to let a hand wander between your bodies, the pad of his thumb easily finding your clit despite how closely your bodies were pressed together already. And it gave you the opportunity to lift one of your hands to his face and cup it - while he kept going. His head fell a little lower and some of his soft, white curls were tickling your face lightly.

The way he fucked you so hard while he looked at you with those loving eyes was such a stark contrast but it just felt right like that. It made for the perfect mixture. It assured you that now matter how deep and long you’d fall, he’d make sure you find your way back again. And that you’d do the same for him.

Then, when he sloppily started to swipe over the tender bud between your legs, you knew this was about to become your end.

Just for a few moments his gaze strayed from yours, looking at how you were still in his shirt, a sign of how you belonged to him. How you were his and his alone. He’d never forget this image: you coming undone beneath him while his old, dusty shirt was bunched up over your bared breasts, being drenched with the sheen of sweat that by now covered your whole body.

There was nothing on his mind but you and how you made him feel. Becoming almost too much, it was almost as if he could feel his undead heart start beating again.

And he didn’t stop, locking eyes with you again. His words became more incoherent slowly and you noticed from how his pace became a little unsteady that he was about to lose himself completely as well. The muscles in your legs and lower body were tensed so much that it started to hurt but just added to the tension building up inside you. You were ready to snap at a moment’s notice.

“I love you, Tav,” were his lasts words of praise as he slammed into you a final time and you felt his cock twitch violently inside of you announcing his savage orgasm.

“I love you,” you moaned back as - in time with him - you felt how you lost the last of yourself as well. A long wailing moan, exclaiming his name once more towards the heavens left your lips as you felt yourself dissipate into the aether.

He kept fucking you through waves of pleasure making both of you shake while he spilled himself inside of you, his head falling to the crook of your neck where he moaned your name again and again - a continued credo of his devotion to you and only you.

And when nothing of it was left but shaking, trembling bodies and heavy, gasping breathing Astarion slowly lifted his head from your neck and withdrew from you. With a groan he rolled off you and he sighed deeply. One of his hands reassuringly remaining on your body at all times.

None of you were able to formulate a complete sentence again but with still softly shaking hands he pulled down his shirt over your trembling body and then pulled you to his naked chest.

You were thankful for the opportunity to snuggle up against him, legs already tangling with his. Pleasant exhaustion and deep, unyielding love was all you felt as you were lying in his arms. And Astarion felt very much the same as he began to slowly stroke your back.

A whole eternity later it felt like, he spoke again: “I guess you should wear my clothes more often, my love. What comes of it has proven beneficial for the both of us, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

You simply hummed in approval, still way too worn out from how “beneficial” this all had been for you.

“You’re forgetting to use your words again, darling. You should try it sometime, it gets you far in life,” Astarion replied sassily when you offered nothing more in response.

You growled in annoyance and grabbed a nearby pillow. When Astarion was about to keep teasing you, you whacked him straight in the face with the plush thing, causing him to hiss and curse at you.

“I love you, Astarion. And now shut up, you noisy vampire!” you scolded him and tiredly let the pillow drop off the side of the mattress.

Astarion huffed at you.

But then he pulled you in closer to him, pressing his cheek to the top of your head as he closed his eyes.

“I love you too, my little rascal.”

The smile on your lips stayed there when you slowly drifted off to your dreams - and even until you woke up again.

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femmad · 4 months

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English is not my language, if there are errors, excuse me. If you don't feel comfortable reading you can stop. It's also my first time writing something like this.

This story can also be found in its original version in Spanish on my Wattpad account. Only here and on my Wattpad account have I published them. If another account publishes them, please notify me and report it.

"What do you want to do?"

Warning: +18. Mature content below, I am not responsible for any discomfort, I already gave a warning. Unedited.

I quietly enter the room after saying goodbye to Eun-Yu and Chan Young, promising to meet again soon. I notice how calm and ethereal Hyun-soo looks lying on the stretcher with his eyes closed and the sun bathing his skin. I approach at a slow pace trying not to break his bubble when he slowly opens his eyes, but unlike his beautiful dark eyes I find bright blue eyes.

- Hyun-soo... - he interrupts me before I can say anything.

- You know, he was very sad without you - he says with a thick voice - We were hoping to find you when he was saving that girl - his eyes watching me deeply, analyzing every detail - Did you change us for that idiot who came with you - he asks in mocking tone.

- I could never change you, he is just a friend, he helped us after everything that happened - I lower my head feeling nervous under his deep gaze.

- A friend doesn't see you as if he wants to eat you - he smiles maliciously - That's how I see you.

After a few minutes in silence I raise my head when I hear him move. He approaches slowly, circling around me, I feel like I am enclosed in these four walls, as if I have fallen into his trap, his gaze makes a shiver run through me from head to toe, which makes him smile. I see that his eyes are a little darker, so he looks like a predator and I am the prey.

- What are you doing? - I ask nervously, raising my head to be able to see him when he approaches me with his big height. He leans down to be in front of my face with that smile that doesn't mean anything good.

- I don't know - he whispers looking at my lips - What should we do? - he asks mockingly - What do you want to do?

We stare at each other for a moment until he leans in, pressing his lips to mine. His soft lips quickly dominate mine, I feel his hands running over my hips until he lifts my shirt, placing his rough hands on my waist. I gasp when he bites my lip to insert his tongue. I slowly bring my hands to his face, brushing away his hair.

- We shouldn't do this - I whisper between kisses, pushing him a little - Bring Hyun-soo back.

He separates from me with a mocking smile - He's resting but don't worry, he and I are one - his hand goes up to caress my left cheek - We've been waiting for this moment since the last time we took you - he caresses my lips before introduce his thumb, which I unconsciously suck. He tilts his head to the side with his eyes fixed on my lips - You can't imagine the things he wanted to do to you from the moment he saw you after so long.

He takes my neck, bringing our lips together again, gently but firmly pushes my body until it hits the stretcher attached to the wall. His hand on my neck goes down to take one of my breasts in his hand, he squeezes it roughly making me squirm and gasp when he begins to caress my nipple covered only by the thin shirt I'm wearing. He takes advantage of that opportunity to introduce his tongue, invading my mouth.

I let myself be carried away by the feeling of being with Hyun-soo again. I remember one time we were together, the first time his monster made an appearance at a time like this. Hyun-soo always took me gently and timidly, but it changed from one moment to the next.

I gasp when Hyun-soo licks my nipple while one of his fingers plays with my clit. I get lost in the sensation and start to squirm feeling like I'm about to cum - Hyun-soo - I sob squeezing his shoulders. He raises his head looking at me with his innocent eyes, releasing my nipple with a soft pop - Faster please - I gasp with tears in my eyes, unable to help myself I move my hips against his.

He joins his lips to mine, obeying my request, he begins to push faster, leveling his attacks with the movements on my clitoris, I moan, feeling that I am coming, pressing against him, making me gasp between desperate attacks. He comes out of me quickly cumming all over my pussy. With heavy breathing, I smile satisfied when I feel him move next to me. He moves away from me and I adjust so we can hug together, when suddenly I feel his hands firmly holding my hips.

- I'm not done yet - he whispers hoarsely before turning me around, letting me support myself with my elbows and knees.

- Hyun-soo? - I asked dazed, still not coming down from my previous orgasm - Wait, I'm still sensitive... ah! - I scream when he buries himself in my pussy with one blow.

I sob as I feel my pussy spasming trying to adjust. I gasp, feeling a pleasure that causes goosebumps all over my body - What a good girl for us - he gasps as he begins to violently hit my pussy. I can't understand his words as I feel a new orgasm forming quickly. His hands squeeze my hips to ensure each thrust, it will undoubtedly leave marks.

- Hyun-soo please - I sob feeling tears falling down my face - It's very... - he interrupts me with a strong spank that makes me scream.

- Take it - his hoarse voice orders - Take it like a good whore.

He brings me out of my luxurious thoughts by inserting his right hand through my pants and panties.

- So wet from some kisses - he asks amused - Or is that little head of yours thinking about my cock - without giving me a chance to respond, he kisses me abruptly, finding my clitoris quickly, playing roughly with it, making me take his wrist to try to slow it down. Without wasting time he collects my juices and inserts one of his fingers making me gasp into his mouth - You are so tight - another of his fingers enters me with fluid movements, you can hear the splashing sound thanks to how wet my pussy is .

- Take me - I beg him, wanting his cock inside me - Please, I need you.

He smiles at me before lowering my pants while I help him take off my shoes and shirt. When I finish, he puts me on the stretcher and opens my legs. I try to cover myself, feeling very vulnerable since he was fully dressed. - Don't cover yourself - he says, removing my arms that cover my breasts. - Unless you want me to tie you up so that nothing gets in the way - I swallow, imagining myself tied up, leaving my body completely at his mercy.

Without waiting any longer he opens his pants and lowers them to the middle of his thigh, he takes my legs pulling my body until my bottom is on the edge, he pushes my panties aside and spits on my pussy making me jump, he rubs his cock wetting it before slowly entering me. I gasp from the heat of the stretch, wincing as I feel his big, heavy cock pulsing in my pussy. When it is completely buried, take my legs, bending them in half until they stick to my chest - Don't let go - he orders, placing my hands to support my legs. And then take my hips.

He begins to thrust sharply without warning, making a high-pitched moan come out of me - Hyun-soo - I beg, looking at him with big eyes as his hips increase in speed. His grunts make my pussy tighten.

- After separating from you we could only think about you - he pants while smiling devilishly - About how much of a whore you are for us, how well you take us - he pinches my nipples making me make a strange noise from the pleasure and pain together that feel so good , he always knows how to make me feel good - When we saw you with that soldier I was about to kill him - he takes my throat with his big hand while I fix my eyes on his eyes that have become darker - But he didn't want to, he was very distracted with how small and pretty you looked - he slows down with hard thrusts, he moves closer until our lips touch - he was just imagining how good you would look moaning taking this cock - he returns with his hard thrusts at an inhuman speed, I wrinkle my face unable to bear the pleasure.

- Go slower - I whisper tremblingly as my eyebrows are together and tears run down my cheeks - Hyun-soo please, slower... ah! - I moan as my hips shake against him, I feel my legs shake as he continues.

- Take it - he growls, squeezing my legs that slipped from my hands. I sob as I come, feeling spasms run through my body - That's it - he chuckles, interrupting himself with a moan when he feels my pussy suffocating him. I gasp feeling another orgasm coming over me.

- Hyun... it's too much, please stop - I feel my tongue numb as I drawl the words, contrary to what I say my pussy tightens without wanting to let it out - I-I... it feels... - I stop talking, my lips parted as I stare into nothingness.

- Have I fucked your brain yet, doll? - He lets out an evil laugh, one of his hands rubs my clit quickly while the other holds my leg up.

- Please - I beg without knowing what to ask him. My body writhes from tickling everywhere - It feels strange - I sob feeling my body being invaded by pleasure coming from everywhere.

He takes his wet hand out of my pussy to slap one of my tits, making me jump and throw my head back - Did you like that, pretty? How about this? - He slaps my pussy making a stream come out of me, wetting his shirt and pants. I scream, feeling like I'm dripping until I hear some liquids fall to the floor - What a dirty doll.

I feel like I'm fading from so much pleasure when he finally comes with a grunt filling me completely. I caress my boy's back and hair letting our breathing calm down, after a while I feel small kisses on my cheeks and lips - Good girl - I see his brown eyes again as he falls on top of me hugging me.

#cha hyun soo #song kang #cha hyunsu #smut #sweet home #cha hyun su x reader

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the-modern-typewriter · 11 months

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if you like, would you do a snippet about the daughter of a vampire hunter who frees a captive vampire from her father?

The vampire looked only a little older than her. Seventeen, maybe. Eighteen. Myna knew that didn't count for much - you couldn't tell a vampire's age just by looking at them, but still.

She was beautiful too, of course, in the way that all vampires in some way were. Her bloody eyes were striking, ethereal things that tracked Myna's every movement into the room. They paused on the keys clutched tightly in Myna's hand and then flicked to her face. The vampire's head tilted.

Myna stopped in front of her, just out of reach.

"Will you attack me if I release you?" Myna asked.

"Would you believe me if I said no?"

It was a good question. Myna wet her lips, nervously, and the vampire's gaze darted to those next.

"No," the vampire said. "I have no desire to linger here, not even to hurt him."

But the vampire did want to hurt her father. That much was obvious, but also understandable. Maybe Myna was making a mistake. Maybe she was under a thrall that was simply masquerading itself as morality, because though desire was more insidious it was easier to resist. Maybe she would only know when the vampire was gone, and she could think clearly, or maybe she would always wonder.

Myna hesitated, shifting her grip on the keys.

"He hurts you."

"He does not like my kind."

"Your kind are monsters."

"And your father's behaviour is monstrous." The vampire shrugged, light and almost careless. Almost. She raised a delicate eyebrow. "But you know that or you wouldn't be thinking about doing what you're doing."

Myna gulped.

She'd been raised to believe that vampires were pure predator, unnatural and evil, but the more she had actually seen of them the less she could possibly believe that true. The less she saw of...her the less Myna could believe it.

Her father said that was how vampires operated. They mimicked passion, love, the human things to ensure their own safety.

Myna usually felt like she was faking it too, though.

Most of the other girls at school thought hunting was archaic, barbaric. It also felt an entirely different thing to kill a vampire and to keep one one captive for weeks on end in a converted wine cellar.

Most girls always seemed to know what to say, while Myna felt like her script had got lost somewhere and so she kept reading her cues all wrong.

If faking was the standard for being inhuman, for being evil, then what did that make her?

"How old are you?" It was a silly question, in the grand scheme of absolutely everything.

The vampire blinked. "Twenty three."

It felt ancient. It felt a world away. Twenty three meant life away from her father's house and no more school and the freedom to do whatever she wanted. She knew, though, that it wasn't very long at all. She knew what a human lifespan was supposed to be. She knew how old vampires could get.

"How old are you?" The vampire's tone was strangely soft.

"Sixteen."

"Sixteen," the vampire echoed. A wistful sort of smile curled her lips. "Sweet sixteen girl."

"I'm not sweet."

"No." The vampire said it almost musingly. "You're something much more enticing. More interesting."

Enticing. Interesting.

Myna cleared her throat. She felt heat rise, ridiculous and unbidden to her cheeks, and stepped closer. She was glad she didn't fumble the locks, but her heartbeat still picked up the second the metal hit the floor.

She scurried back swiftly, even as she was aware her swiftness was a snail compared to what the vampire was.

The vampire stood, slowly, even to Myna's human eyes, like she was trying not to scare her.

"Thank you." The vampire seemed a little unsure. She wet her lips in turn, and Myna's gaze darted treacherously to them. "It gets better," she said. "I promise."

Myna looked down, because the words weren't what she'd expected and she didn't know what exactly she'd wanted. "You should go."

When she glanced up again, the vampire stood right in front of her, barely a breath away. Myna's breath caught.

"You could come with me," the vampire said. "Your father will be angry with you for freeing me."

Myna's stomach churned, but she squared her shoulders. "He won't hurt me."

"Tell him I thralled you," the vampire said. She reached her hand up, pressing the pad of her thumb over Myna's bottom lip. "He'll believe it."

"Uhuh."

The vampire smiled; wicked and feral and everything that Myna thought she might be too, if she was only brave enough. The vampire pressed the sweetest of kisses to Myna's lips.

"All a vampire is," the vampire whispered, "is everything human with the volume turned up. Your father doesn't like what is reflected back when he thinks of us. Humans can be awful."

"And me?" Myna managed.

"You," the vampire said, "will be feral when you finally get around to unlocking your own cage. I look forward to it, sweet sixteen."

Then, she was gone.

And Myna could taste power on her tongue.

#vampires #vampire #idk #a thing #writing #story #short story #story snippet #vampire hunter

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ethereal-feline · 6 months

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Another Nature of Predators fanfic but its more of an AU where there seems to be more "hard rules" regarding, you know, alien worlds. At Ch 13, there's some other differences but the Venlil continue to be adorable space sheep

#Ether reads #nature of predators #nature of predators fanfic #reddit #reddit link #Never really noticed the convenience of humans being able to eat most alien food in NoP #Then again I've been reading more of the fanfics

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Red siphonophore (Marrus claudanielis)

Meet Marrus claudanielis, the red siphonophore. These siphonophores have a maximum size of 30cm (12in). Like many siphonophores, Marrus live their entire lives swimming and never touching the seafloor. They are found between 500m (1,640ft) and 1,500m (4,920ft) deep.

Red siphonophores capture prey with a curtain of potent stinging cells. They are ethereal and delicate organisms, readily jettisoning body parts when threatened. The cast-off swimming bells are bioluminescent and likely function to confuse predators, but this trait also makes them particularly challenging to study. This species was first described by MBARI researchers and their collaborators using ROV video observations and careful collections.

#under the sea #oceancore #ocean #deep sea #deep ocean #siphonophore #marinebiology

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m-ayo-o · 7 months

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l u c i d

KINKTOBER III: SOMNO starring: succubus!reader x jjk men incl. 25+ megumi synopsis: cute demon girl finds horny sorcerers warnings: reader can fly/has wings ⋆ masturbation ⋆ voyeurism ⋆ somno/dream sex ⋆ m oral ⋆ past trauma mention ⋆ dub-con ⋆ cnc ⋆ f.f.m threesome ⋆ f oral ⋆ predator/prey ⋆ non-con ⋆ degradation ⋆ mutual masturbation

i apéritif 2.2k ii amuse-bouche 1.5k iii entrée 1.3k iiiv relevé 2.4k total: 7.4k

18+ mdni. nsfw below. more voyeurism than somno oops

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Exhaustion and lust eat away at your body, the dull taste of the average man slowly tainting your taste buds.

You know what you need. You need to feed on someone special.

Hot guys don’t cut it anymore. Sexy is second place.

You need something more.

As you approach a particular technical college on the outskirts of Tokyo, you don’t realise how soon your desires may be met.

You snoop around the grounds, finding the so-called “sorcerers” who just seem so damn horny.

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You first find a man who you simply cannot ignore. His appearance is striking, ethereal even– and when he’s not condescending and belittling his enemies, bringing them to their knees with his fingers, he’s busy annoying his students and flirting with any woman who meets his high standards.

So you follow him, using your invisibility to keep hidden, realising that he may be quite the challenging target. He’s darting all over the country, teleporting, leaving you unable to keep up. And you start to realise that the man doesn’t fucking sleep, which puts all kinds of holes in your plans to enter his dreams and feed off his pleasure. The last straw that really gets you on edge is that you think he can see you.

Regardless, you finally work up the courage to tail him to his office late at night, where he huffs and collapses on the comfortable chair, his intimidating frame slouching back with his legs spread.

If only he would fall asleep like this, you think, watching as he brings a hand up to his brow, massaging his temples before removing that black blindfold.

You’re left awestruck, firstly by seeing every detail of his beautiful face, then when his hand starts to move down his body, over his shirt, reaching the swell in his pants that he starts to palm.

“Mmhh–” he moans and gives an agonisingly slow hip thrust into his hand.

Your breath hitches, watching him reach under and start to rub himself. Honestly, you don’t blame him for being so pent up– the man can’t catch a break.

So he relieves himself with his hand, teasing his cock out of his dark pants, his head lolling back over the office chair.

Seeing him so exposed like this, you would love nothing more than to kiss his handsome jaw, sink your teeth into that veiny neck, strip off his shirt and lick every defined muscle that you’re sure to find underneath, then end up with his cock between your lips.

But you’re too scared. Despite his friendly demeanour, his godly power terrifies you.

So you keep your distance, imagining how he’d feel, how he’d taste.

He picks up his pace, letting out frustrated sighs while his full and flushed cock barely fits in his massive hand.

“Fuck me, I really need to get laid” he mutters before lubricating his tip with a load of spit.

That only makes you feel even more desperate, with all the slick he’d need waiting between your legs.

You swear you can’t help it. As soon as those moaned curses started falling from his lips you got the familiar, wet heat curling in your abdomen.

And you watch on with hazy eyes, seeing how he teases himself with long, slow strokes that make his hips buck, then working up into faster, aggressive pumping that gets his free hand flying over his mouth.

But he can’t stifle those lewd noises now, only getting louder, moaning and gasping as he gets closer.

Your eyes trail all over him, from the tips of his messy, shimmering locks, his eyes that are squeezed shut, the rosy glow to his cheeks, then to his hips, his hand over that throbbing, hard boner, and his swollen head, where all his precum is collecting that you want to suck up so bad it’s got you whimpering.

You’re really struggling to keep quiet, especially now he’s grabbing his shirt and pulling it up in preparation for what’s to come. Now you can see those tensing abs, his body shuddering and erupting, your panties are completely soaked through, arousal coating your thighs.

What a waste, you think, watching him spill the delicious essence all over his convulsing stomach.

But he is relieved, nonetheless, his grip relaxing as his hips slow down.

“Nghh– fuck–” he squeezes the last few drops out and reaches for a tissue, bright eyes flashing and connecting with yours. Directly. Intensely. It’s fleeting, but leaves a trail of goosebumps tingling down your spine.

He can’t see me. There’s no way.

You linger in the shadows for a moment longer, then slink away as he starts fixing his shirt and pants, replacing the black fabric over his eyes.

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A few days later, brimming with impatience, you follow him to his penthouse apartment where he finally took the night off and passed out on his sofa.

Now the real fun begins.

You approach the angelic man, admiring those unruly white hairs, the feline curves of his closed eyes, those beautiful, pink lips. It’s always the most devious men who look this way when they’re sleeping.

Entering his dreams easily, you unzip his pants and peel down his tight boxers, slipping him in your mouth and sucking till he’s hard and panting.

“Hnn— ahhh– feels s’good, so hot–” his lewd praise encourages you until you’re sucking at him messily, feeling him bulge bigger in your mouth.

“Yes, oh fuck, like that–” you love how his moans are flowing so freely in his subconscious state.

“Oh damn– yesss, yeah, fuck don’t stop–” he’s getting louder, bucking his hips until a confused expression crosses his face, “fuck– who, who even– uhnn– S-Sugu–”

He’s interrupted by a long, hard orgasm, as you finally get to taste his hot cum after a week of temptation. He’s exquisite, a delicacy. Powerful men always taste the best, after all. So you suck him dry and feel his revitalising energy coursing through you, making you hum with satisfaction.

Feeling pleased with yourself, you sit up and fix your hair, only to be interrupted by the man below you fidgeting and stirring awake. Your eyes flit to his, where he’s returning a long, hard stare.

“You think you can just take my cum and leave?”

“H-how–” you stutter, feeling confused as most of your prey can’t even remember what happened to them, let alone see you while they’re awake.

“I could see you the whole time, silly thing” his words make you cringe with embarrassment.

“Wait– oh…”

“You enjoy the show the other day?” he asks with a cocky smile.

Shit. You can’t believe this fucker.

“I- I am not a thing” you pout.

“Oh,” he scoffs, “well I’m sorry… even people like me have blind spots, sugar. Why don’t you tell me what you are?”

“A succubus.” You eye him up and down, “And you are not a person.” You retort, feeling sour from his humiliating tone.

“Whoa, whoa now, pretty thing…” he repeats, making you glare back at his stupid smile, “if you’re gonna get nasty I might have to teach you a lesson.”

“A-ah…” your insides curl up, feeling him grinding into you below.

“N-no, no–” you push down on him, fluttering up to the high ceiling of his apartment.

There’s no way you could take someone like him after your dry spell. And after the last time you had sex, getting roughed up and wrecked so badly that you could barely stumble away? There’s no chance you’re ready right now.

“Not scared of me, are ya?” he tugs at his still hard member, tucking it away when he sees your wide eyes.

“Well just come down here and I’ll make you feel good”

You shake your head, eyes darting around as you flap further away. You know men and their ulterior motives all too well.

“Have it your way, pretty thing,” he murmurs before his body lifts off the sofa. You can only stare, nerves stirring in the pit of your stomach while you watch him seamlessly float up to join you.

“Y’know it’s rude to lead a guy on like that?” he questions, pulling you closer while you blink up at him in disbelief.

“W-wasn’t…” you shake your head, covering your body, “just taking what I needed.” You realise how selfish you sound now, but you were dying of hunger.

“And what about me, hm?”

You can’t deny the way he’s making your heart race now with his brilliant eyes staring into yours.

“You know what I need?”

Spreading your legs with his thigh, he pushes under your dress and over your little thong that remained in place all evening.

“Let me give you something…” he mutters over your lips, your eyes jerking down to his bulge, making him chuckle.

“How about this, to start with?” a sly smile spreads over his features, his seductive tone making you shiver.

He slides the damp material to the side and sinks two fingers inside you slowly.

You protest weakly, pushing at his wrist, which only makes him grin viciously and dig his long fingers in deeper.

Massaging your clit with his thumb, he fingers you in midair and holds your body against his, loving how you start to relax and place your hands on his arms.

“That’s it” he coos, pulling you into an intense kiss, his tongue all over yours in a messy display of lust.

He starts curling his fingers now, knowing exactly how to get that warm pleasure building in your little body. He watches you spread yourself wider, taking him harder until your head spins and you lose balance.

“A-ahh–” you let out a cry, feeling him catch you and steady you.

“Easy, there you go”

“Th-thank you” you whisper between soft moans.

“Oh,” he smiles, “didn’t know things like you had manners”

“S-stop calling me that!” you can barely get pissed off with the man, with the way he’s making you feel.

“Scary…” his eyebrows wiggle, his smile getting wider, “what’s a little thing like you gonna do?”

“Stop it!!” you cry, pushing away suddenly and flapping up to the sparkly chandelier that’s mounted in the ceiling.

To your shock his body flashes right in front of you with a wide grin on his face. You can’t process what just happened but he’s tugging you away from the light, letting out an unhinged laugh as an invisible force pushes you flat against the ceiling.

“Now, now, you were takin’ my fingers so well,” he brings his body to hover right under yours, a menacing undertone surfacing in his voice.

Confusion and fear seep through you, your body frozen in place by some kind of telekinesis. Your lip trembles, watching his smile turn sinister while he snaps your thong off with a flick of his wrist.

“Would be a shame to stop there, hm?”

He frees his cock again, pushing your dress up and teasing you with his smooth, wet tip, casually maintaining the immense pressure over your body.

“Mm, I was just tryna be nice, pretty thing,” he coos, pushing your hair away, “but now I’m afraid you have no choice…”

You shake your head vigorously, unable to even talk, your legs spreading wider for him against your will.

“Hm,” he chuckles, feeling your body start to grip at his cock, “suckin’ me in?”

“It’s ok,” he coos and strokes your cheek, edging himself in, “m sure you can take it, pretty thing.”

Your body clenches up and struggles to take him, trembling with only half his length. That only gets him more worked up, pumping harder until he forces himself deeper.

You think he’s all the way in, your body relaxing slightly, until he sighs and slides in another few inches.

“Yeah that’s it,” he hums with satisfaction, feeling you clench and spasm around him while his fat tip pushes in places you didn’t know existed, “gunna fuck you dumb now.”

He fucks you hard against the ceiling, only getting rougher when he looks down your body, seeing your cream coating his shaft.

You can’t believe he’s doing this to you, splitting you open and forcing orgasm after orgasm from your depths.

This arrogant man, his condescending tones– you should be pushing him away, but you can barely breathe, your body in complete submission while your head spins with vertigo.

“Mm–mmmm–” you let out little vocalisations, your eyes flying wide as you helplessly grapple against his strength.

“Nearly there,” he lets off an untamed growl, making you realise he’s nearly as far gone as you, “oh fuckkk me– gunna make such a mess of this pretty pussy”

His mind lost to his carnal desires, his power suddenly pulses, a fresh wave of telekinetic energy slamming you harder.

He sucks and bites at your neck, his massive hands enclosing your hips, tugging you in and forcing himself deeper.

The corners of your vision start to blur, the pressure becoming too much, until you hear a crack in the ceiling above you.

“Fuck–” he pants into your neck, “fuck, ‘m close– please, please hold out f’me, let me, let me fucking fill you– ha–ahhhh–”

With a long groan he finally lets go, the extraordinary force over your body relaxing as he slowly pumps you full of his cum.

“Nnh– ahh–” he hums and sighs, your bodies entangled in a mess of limbs and wings, gradually floating back down to his sofa.

His muscular frame collides with the cushions and you sit up on him, getting your bearings after being suspended for so long.

As he finally stops pumping, you’re overcome with a dizzying, joyful high that could leave you full for weeks. You kiss him all over, feeling totally enamoured, watching exhaustion claim his body.

You realise you got off pretty lightly tonight, with only a few bruises on your arms and neck; a price you’re willing to pay to be as full as you are now.

You can’t help but feel grateful, pressing kisses to his cheek with a soft whisper, “I shall let you rest now.”

Placing a blanket over him and a final kiss to his forehead you murmur your goodbyes, “Dream of me.”

You redress yourself and flutter to the window, taking one last glance at the beautiful man who cured your starvation.

ii ⋆

You make your way back to the Academy where you’ve made a little nest in one of the old dormitories, so far undiscovered.

You rest for a few days and soon find another sorcerer, nearly as tall and handsome as the first. But he seems a little preoccupied, having a particular routine of meeting a beautiful young woman in his office after hours.

Listening to them is one thing, but daring to enter and watch brings a whole new pleasure. You love how needy he is for her; the way she waits for him on his desk, just sitting pretty, until his big hands find her body and tug at her clothes, kissing her skin, leaving little marks.

You love watching her beg for more, and the sorcerer so willingly gives everything to her, until he’s stripping and fucking her slow and deep on his desk.

Oh, how you wish to be that woman.

Perhaps if you worked your way into both of their subconsciouses…? You start to think, pondering the possibility of having two mates.

But there’s something more in his eyes– it’s not just lust. He loves this woman. And you can’t deny anybody their sweet love.

You linger a little more, on the verge of defeat, until your invisibility slips one evening.

The girl was stepping through the corridor towards his office when she first saw you, leaving you both startled.

You presumed she would be scared by your strange appearance and non-human features, but instead she seemed intrigued, amazed even.

She spoke to you respectfully and politely then took your hand and stepped into her lover’s office, “Come with me, let me introduce you to Kento!”

She sounds so excited, pulling you inside and bringing you to stand under the large frame of the man you’ve been stalking.

“Succubus?” He crooks an eyebrow, his gaze finding your slightly pointed ears and little wings.

You just nod, feeling a little embarrassed under their curious stares.

“Um, so, I don’t know much about succubi but–” the woman hesitates, looking between her partner and you, “don’t you need… sex, to survive?”

Again, you nod sheepishly.

“A-are you hungry?” She asks with a little smile.

Your eyes shine brightly, taking a liking to the girl’s line of questioning. Although you haven’t tried it, you’re pretty sure a woman’s essence would fill you just as well.

“A- a little.” You reply quietly, overcome with greed.

You did take some of the most potent, filling pleasure you’ve had in a long time only days ago, so you’re not starved. But you could eat.

The man’s narrow eyes find the bruises on your neck, his gaze hanging there as he contemplates.

“Satoru?”

You nod again, a blush starting to tingle your cheeks.

“You’ve already been with him, hm?” He gives his partner a knowing look, “Shall we show you how a woman should really be treated?”

You’ve never been so excited in your damn life. It surges through your body and ends up coming out as a little flap of your wings and a rather humiliating squeak.

And they show you exactly what you’ve been missing out on for all these years, with her soft lips over yours, his strong hands guiding you to perch on his desk– just how you’ve seen her many times before.

They spread you and tease you and treat you to the most tantalising pleasure you’ve ever felt– both of them more generous and warm than your previous encounter. You know Satoru was stressed the day you went to him, so you’ll forgive him and probably go back for more once you’ve recovered.

But these two lovers are gentle and caring in their movements, making sure you get everything you need.

“Honey,” he speaks so softly– a voice of a man who’s completely satisfied and cared for– “sit up here, will you?”

He places his girl next to you on his desk, admiring the way your hand instinctively reaches out to hers, bringing her into a delicate kiss. You’ve never tasted anything so sweet.

You pull away when you feel Kento’s hand on your knee. He kisses his partner passionately, his hands working up both of your thighs to feel between your legs. You watch his tongue sliding over hers as she lets out the cutest whimpers. You wonder if that’s how you sound.

He pulls away with a look in his eyes that makes you tremble. And he’s not even looking at you.

“Beautiful,” he whispers a compliment, now spreading the slick over both of your folds.

He turns to you, his sharp eyes trailing over your semi-nude body, and with shock crossing your features you watch him kneel.

“W-why–” you stutter, only to find the woman’s hands turning you to face her.

“Just let him do it, ok sweetheart?” She coos, her voice sending tingles through your mind.

“Do w-w–” your stammering is silenced when you feel his lips connect below, and hers over your mouth.

You’re used to draining men and stealing their pleasure, but receiving that pleasure is all new.

You moan and squirm on the desk, your legs spread to allow the gorgeous man below you to enter you repeatedly with his tongue. He pushes you open and laps you up, placing his wide tongue over your folds then sucking and biting.

He’s got that warm feeling going through you in no time while the beautiful girl next to you gives you a lesson on just how gently she can kiss.

Her lips tickle against yours while she sucks and tongues you like no man has ever done before. Her hands wander over your body and pinch at your little nipples, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to leave you gushing again.

You start to feel bad for the man below you– he must be drowning by now. But all you can hear is his moaning and the wet, slick sound of him drinking you.

Once he’s taken his fill of you, he pulls away and gives his girl the same treatment. And you watch how he does it, amazed by how he’s shoving himself so deep between her legs– how can he even breathe!?

Needless to say, he doesn’t care. He’s wrapped up in pleasure giving and that’s all he can focus on, taking her waist in his hands and bringing her ever closer.

You watch how she convulses and needily grabs at your body, pulling you closer and moaning over your lips with pupils so dilated you can barely see the colour of her eyes.

And she’s satisfied, her body relaxed while she strokes your hair and he pulls away.

Now you’re getting really excited, seeing what he’s doing next. He’s pulling the gorgeous woman onto the wooden floor of his office, then you, right next to her. And he is the one now perching on his desk.

You look up at the swell in his pants and yearn to finally taste him, your body going into overdrive when he slips himself out.

You hesitate, looking at his girlfriend for a moment until she answers your unspoken question of who gets to go first.

“Come on, pretty girl, there’s enough for both of us,” she says with a smile, gently placing your eagerly waiting mouth over his large member.

And you suck and share him till he’s thrusting between your lips and getting close to his release. To your sheer amazement the girl pulls away and whispers in your ear, “You can taste him, sweetie.”

You squirm and take him all the way down, earning a loud moan from the man and a surprised giggle from the girl.

“Wow!! You’re so good at that!” She strokes the back of your neck then stands up to face her gorgeous man.

“She’s deepthroating you so well… I can’t believe it. How does it feel, Ken?” She coos, tracing her fingertips over his marble like abs.

“F-feels s’good sweetie,” he replies as you swallow his massive tip over and over.

Of course, this is your go to, so you should be good at it. But it makes you feel proud to receive compliments from these two. The way they fuck often leaves you feeling desperate for it just like that.

But now you’ve got his hips stuttering and his hand in your hair, you can only concentrate on his release.

You hum and moan over him, your lashes batting up to take fleeting glances over his body, his lips attached to his lover’s.

And he thrusts so deep and hard, finishing with a gruff moan and a tug of your hair– the only harsh movement you’ve felt all night.

You suck and swallow till he pushes you off and watches you lick up the mess on your chin, leaving you panting and giddy with pleasure.

Your stomach swells full with his seed, making more and more power surge through you. You’re going to be unstoppable soon, with all of this magical liquid you’re being given.

iii ⋆

A few days later, curiosity got the better of you once more, leading you to a labyrinth of deep, underground tunnels beneath the academy where you followed someone new.

This next one’s a little tricky because, like you, it seems that he’s not supposed to be here. He’s snooping around, evading the covered gaze of the white haired sorcerer.

You slink through the dark tunnels after him, wondering how someone so large can be so silent. He has a strange energy around him– not like the rest. It’s unsettling. And this time it really does feel like he can see you, or sense you somehow, his dark eyes flashing each time he turns to look over his shoulder.

Your heart starts racing with every twist and turn in the claustrophobic tunnels, following him closely until you come to a fork in the pathway.

Which way did he go?

He seems to be near enough untraceable– no scent, no footprints. So you choose quickly and keep moving.

The adrenaline is pumping through your veins now while you retrace your footsteps, creeping along the dark pathways, panicking that you’re utterly lost down here... with that formidable man.

You’re pacing around in the maze which is only getting darker, and possibly deeper, until you round a corner and he’s facing you.

His ears prick when you sharply intake a breath in shock, his narrow eyes somehow find yours, then his hand twitches.

He raises his arm, reaching out in front of him.

Pure terror holds you still, watching his hand grab for you.

He reaches your throat.

“Hm, there you are,” his lips curl into a pleased smirk.

“Show yourself.”

You hesitate.

“Now.”

You obey, unwillingly, as he squeezes your windpipe.

“Hm,” he steps closer, figuring you out while you struggle for air.

You wriggle in his grip, your hands prying at his solid forearm while you take in little strangled breaths.

“Succubus, right?” his voice drips with malice.

You nod rigidly, your eyes flicking over his features, only able to discern that he looks terrifying.

His smile widens, seeing the fear in your eyes.

“Hungry?”

“Mm mm–” you shake your head.

“What do you mean, no? You already found some cock?”

He watches pink tinge your ears, letting out a dry laugh.

“Aw, you thought the sorcerers up there were cute, hmm?”

He hums and teases, watching you squeeze your eyes closed.

“Wonder if you met my pathetic excuse of a son…” he mutters absentmindedly, his grip on your neck becoming slack as he’s seemingly lost in thought.

You take this opportunity to duck and escape his hold, leaving you darting down the corridor with him hot on your heels.

You hurtle through the tunnel, flapping and running for your life while his footsteps echo in your ears. You feel him mere inches behind you, your body halted and the pathway spinning when his powerful arms secure around your waist.

He caught you so easily, his torso pressed up against your back with his hand over your nose and mouth.

“You’ve got nowhere to go, little one”

“Mmm– mmmpph–” you cry into his palm, writhing and pushing on his chest your wings.

“Trying to escape will only make it worse,” you feel his hot breath in your ear again.

You soon realise it’s not a fair fight against his sheer size and strength, your body slumping in defeat.

“Now,” he breathes in deeply, his lips ghosting your cheek, leaving goosebumps in their wake, “I’m gonna fill you better than any of those spineless fuckers up there.”

His free hand starts to massage between your legs while your eyes get heavy, the corners of your vision starting to fade from the lack of oxygen.

“‘m gonna fill you up to... here” he traces his hand up your stomach, “no, here.”

He finally catches on that you’re about to pass out, moving his hand from your mouth back to your throat.

You gasp and choke while he tugs your dress and panties away, splitting your labia and circling your clit.

Despite being afraid for your life, what he’s doing to you is stirring a deep, longing arousal that leaves you feeling disgusted.

You don’t want this. You don’t want him.

But your shaking and squirming is only urging him on, laughing bitterly at your stupid attempts to free yourself.

Removing his fingers, you feel him push his cock through your thighs, making you let out a little sob.

Fuck, he’s too big.

“N-nnn- pl- pl-” you only manage little stutters, shaking your head while his hand still squeezes you tight.

“Pretend you don’t want this. S’fine with me.”

He mutters in your ear and you can only feel his heavy bulge swelling thicker, leaving you alarmed and trying to peer back at him, desperate to see how big he is before he ruins you.

Your look of worry earns another snicker. “Yes, sweetie, I’m gonna be bigger than all the pathetic lowlifes you’ve taken up there, might hurt you a little. Sorry bout that”

His conceited words, laced with twisted sadism, are enough to convince you that he’s not sorry.

In fact, you’re getting an inclination that every pained moan he’s dragging from your lips is making him want you more.

As much as that should have you trembling and begging for him to stop, you only find yourself spreading your legs wider.

“So fucking eager”

He finally releases your throat, tugging at your hair now.

“You wanna good fucking, hm?” he growls in your ear.

“N-no, can’t–!” your voice contradicts your body once again.

“Think you’re lying”

“Let’s see what you’ve got to say when I get this cock inside you, hm?” he threatens, dragging himself over your shamefully soaked entrance.

You know it’s gonna hurt, so you brace yourself, finding that his arrogant warning was completely and utterly justified.

“I, I can’t, no please don’t– fuck!” you let out shrill cries, feeling him spread you over his tip, his thumb digging into your skin.

“You can. And you fucking will” he sibilates.

He splits you wider, forcing himself into your too small hole.

“Yeah, let me in, like that– fuck yes you dirty little girl, squeeze me tighter”

You never knew you could feel like this. The pain is overwhelming, making tears streak down your face, but the pleasure has you pushing on the wall and humping his cock like a horny fucking mess.

He laughs, squeezing at your ass while he fucks you greedily.

And you can tell, now that he’s turning you to face him, grinning and watching you sob, that this man is evil to his core.

He fucks you deep and hard, nearly lifting you off the ground with his brutal thrusts, only for your body to meet the cold, hard wall in front.

His face inching closer as if to intimidate you more, he sneers, his dark eyes glowering as he seems to feed off your fear.

But you’re feeding off his pleasure now, squirming as your echoed moans travel down the dark, dingy tunnel.

He feels you spasm and he bucks his hips harshly, grunting and enjoying the pressure over his erection.

“Hm, knew you were nothing but a slutty little concubine,” he hisses, “made for stealing cum.”

“Well now you’re getting it– fuck, take it you little slut–” he growls and ejaculates so hard into your core it extends your orgasm, leaving you panting, your heart pounding in your chest.

You’re lost in a trance, oozing full of this wicked man’s seed. You weren’t even hungry, but this excess will only make you stronger so you take every last drop.

He finally releases you, letting you fall to your knees as your vision starts to blur.

“I hope you come looking for me again” he hisses his final words in your ear then steps away, your body succumbing to fatigue.

iiiv ⋆

Regaining consciousness and making it out of the tunnels after your feverish experience, you’ve taken to hiding in your little dormitory, only venturing out to stretch your wings now and then.

You’re out for an evening stroll when you notice a particular dark haired sorcerer you haven’t seen before. You were only going to the vending machine to get a soda, but you may be getting a bit distracted.

Using your invisibility, you step to the side of the illuminated machine and watch him approach, shoving some coins in and selecting his desired drink.

He looks pissed off. And tired.

He snatches the can of coffee from the machine and starts striding away. You follow him on impulse, ignoring the nagging voice telling you this is dangerous, don’t you remember what happened last time?

You get to his apartment door, but you at least have the sense not to enter tonight.

He shrugs off his jacket and approaches the window, where you’re hovering just outside, peeking through the open curtains. Squinting his eyes, he peers into the night and seems to make direct eye contact with you. You panic momentarily, flitting about, until you realise he’s looking through you, at the moon.

He sighs, rubs his forehead and rests his head in his palms, leaning on the windowsill.

He looks deep in thought, perhaps worried. But that doesn’t take away from his breathtaking beauty, especially in the starlight.

He tilts his head up, allowing you to see his pretty features, and you watch the way his deep blue eyes stare so longingly, his dark lashes batting with every tired blink. He runs a hand over his neck, ruffling his inky black mess of hair, and to your pleasure he reaches further back, tugging his t-shirt up and pulling it over his head.

You can see his whole upper body now, illuminated in the pale glow of the moon.

He’s enchanting.

You watch him for a moment longer, your eyes lingering lower and lower, until he pulls the curtains closed and you hear him step away.

In your agitated disappointment you try to follow him from the outside, searching for another window. But to your dismay you find his bathroom blinds closed as you hear him turn on the shower, so you withdraw for the night and return to your room.

During the following days you cannot get his image out of your mind. You desperately chase after him, but he’s just so busy you can barely keep up.

You watch him work like a dog, up to his nose in assignments and missions, some with other sorcerers, most by himself. He sometimes advises students when he gets time, but he seems too busy to be involved in teaching like some of the others. Whatever his role is, he seems to be working himself to the bone, leaving him exhausted.

You hear the students calling his first name in the corridors… how rude, you think.

But you get to hear his name, nonetheless.

Megumi.

And you commit it to your memory, each syllable seared into your mind never to forget.

At the end of each day you watch him trudge to his apartment, sometimes with stacks of books and supplies, other times with blood stained uniform, sometimes both.

Despite his punishing schedule, the man still finds time for himself, allowing you to watch his routines as you start following him closely, daring to enter his cosy home.

You’ve seen his nighttime habits play through for the whole week, and on Friday it’s the same deal; showering, eating, cleaning, relaxing. He often reads or perches on the small balcony, sometimes playing music to fill the silence of his solitude. Perhaps he likes it like this. He seems quite content.

You watch him flick off the stereo, turn the lights down and head to bed, humming softly to himself. He sets his book on the bedside table and you know your favourite part is coming next.

Every time you see him you have to bite your lip so tight so you don’t make a noise.

But you can’t take your eyes away when he strips himself.

He gets into bed and to your surprise, doesn’t pick up his book.

He props himself up against the headboard and his hand starts running down his defined chest and abs.

Oh my god, he’s finally masturbating!

You manage to hold back a delighted squeak and watch him massage himself, the covers pulled over where you need to see him most.

But he grunts and sighs until there’s an incredible tent in his sheets.

Wow. Your mouth hangs open.

He gets hotter, his pent up frustrations building, until he rips the covers down and exposes himself fully.

“Oh” you accidentally whimper out loud, seeing his erection for the first time.

Luckily he didn’t hear you over his heavy breathing, and your hand was already covering your mouth in anticipation of letting something slip.

You watch him in his pleasure filled state, his usual frown replaced by bite swollen lips and flushed cheeks. His eyebrows bunch up, his mouth hanging open with a quiet moan. His hips stutter and quiver looking as though he’s about to release, but his hand only slows.

Oh fuck.

You have to start touching yourself to the sight of him. It’s very rare that you do this, the pleasure does not satiate you, but tonight you can’t resist. You want to feel connected to him.

Your fingers snake down into your soaked panties and you start tracing your clit while he edges himself.

You catch up with him quickly, bringing yourself up to the precipice of a hard orgasm only for him to stop again. You let a little whimper slip and your body freezes, in tandem with his.

Then you go again, watching him look down as if to question what he’s doing to himself. You follow his pace carefully, tapping yourself in sync with his pumping.

This time his abs start clenching up and you watch the way his waist dips in so beautifully. You can tell he’s going to do it this time, now his jerking and thrusting is getting harder and faster.

Out of all his sexual pleasure and beauty, the sight that brings you down is him spitting on his cock.

Your body trembles and clenches around absolutely nothing, watching him get dripping wet, thighs shaking, and he finally releases his hot load over his abs.

You watch him deliver a few final tugs until he reaches for some tissues.

In your countless experiences of edging men, you’ve never seen one do it to himself and enjoy it so much. Although he’s just finished, you can’t wait to see him like that again. Hopefully next time you’ll be the one giving him such feverish pleasure.

⋆

That night has only added fuel to the raging fires of your hunger and desire for this man.

Desperate to get your fix of him, you get to work entering his dreams and finding your way into his fantasies.

To your disadvantage, despite his exhaustion after each long day, he’s tough and ever so resilient, making it difficult to break down the fortified walls of his mind.

It takes you multiple attempts for him to finally let you in, but when he gives in to your temptations, you get him whimpering in seconds and cumming in minutes. It’s a rushed meal, but you’re starving and the way he’s moaning is giving you exactly what you need. It’s like pure ecstasy, his body taking you higher than any man you’ve tasted before.

And you get addicted.

You visit him over and over.

He trudges home. You follow.

He takes care of himself. You watch.

He gets into bed. You enter his dreams.

Again and again, you appear before him and take your fill.

During your visits he’s usually out cold, in a deep, restless sleep, but as the weeks pass you notice his eyes starting to flicker open, still seeming too tired to acknowledge you properly.

But he sees you. And you stare into those dark blue irises that hide secrets in their depths.

From Megumi’s perspective, he realises he’s been feeling very sexually satisfied recently. He feels hornier and he’s getting turned on so easily.

One day he’s settling down on the sofa after cleaning his apartment and your image enters his mind. He gets so turned on from the thought of you and slowly starts to realise what you’ve been doing to him.

He ponders it for a moment then looks down to find himself growing hard.

You watch this predicament unfold from outside. You know exactly what’s happening. The look of confusion and anger that initially crosses his features, slowly clouded by a look of desire.

You hover for a moment longer and notice how he’s rubbing himself through his trousers. That isn’t going to work, you think.

After your countless evenings in his bed, you finally work up the courage to present yourself to him tonight.

So you gently tap at the window, peeking through and revealing yourself.

To your relief, he isn’t startled, but approaches the window with a curious expression.

“It’s you…”

You hear him through the panes of glass.

You nod with a shy smile, watching him slide the catch and pull the window open.

“Come in”

You shift around awkwardly then flutter in, and he watches you land on the carpeted floor of his living room.

And before you utter a word to each other, you’re drawn closer and he pulls you in.

The way he treats you makes your ego swell. He’s giving you the softest kisses and placing such respectful, thoughtful touches over your body.

“You’ve been in my head,” he breathes out between your passionate movements, “in my dreams?” He sounds confused, disbelieving, perhaps.

You nod, gripping his hands as he continues sliding his tongue over yours, clearly not dissuaded by your immoral actions.

“I, I needed to…” you whisper into the small gap between your lips.

“You needed…” he looks down, “this?”

His hand works over the bulge in his pants and you nod hesitantly, your lip between your teeth.

He looks up at you again and finally smiles. Your stomach flips, your eyes flying wide as if you can take in any more of his beauty.

It’s a little cocky, more of a smirk, but his eyes light up regardless, seeing the way you’re looking up at him so innocently.

“Hey, don’t act all coy…” his smile grows, teasing you now, “how many times have you sucked me off already?”

How he’s acting, how he’s speaking to you, how he looks– how have you found a man so perfect?

He’s got you all muddled up, your eyes blinking at him slowly, his question entering your ears and flooding to your cheeks.

“I– I… don’t know”

“No, neither do I,” his little smile is making you dizzy now, “but I’d like you to do it again, if that’s ok?”

You’re amazed. You can’t believe he’s offering himself to you– a winged, pointy eared, sharp toothed demon– so freely.

“A-are, are you sure?”

You look down over your body, suddenly doubting yourself.

But you get butterflies through your chest when he tilts your chin up again, your face resting in his cool, firm hand.

“It’s more like, I need you.” He pauses, looking down, “My body… reacts to you.” He looks up again, his thumb tracing your chin.

All of your hesitation is dispelled when you hear his next words.

“I want you.”

With that, you drop to your knees and let him get inside you as quickly as possible.

He yanks down his pants and frees his hard cock, slipping himself between your eagerly waiting lips.

“Ohhh, fuck,” he slides in and he gives you more than you can take, fucking your throat and getting you drooling and messy.

But he’s in a state himself, bucking his hips while trying desperately to ease his hard grip on your hair. You only encourage him, moaning and taking him deeper every time he pulls.

“You like that?”

“Mm, mmmm” you hum over him, loving every second of him fulfilling his instincts, his deepest pleasure filled urges becoming reality.

“Fuck– good, I like a girl who can take it a bit rough–” he mutters between his now laboured breaths.

“Wanted to fuck your pretty mouth like this… before��” his eyes squeeze closed, his head falling back, allowing you to feast your gaze on his neck and jaw.

The way he compliments you with such dirty words gets you gushing. You swear you could absorb pleasure from his voice alone.

A thought suddenly dawns on him while his abs are clenching up, the familiar feeling of his impending release flooding through his body.

“I-I don’t even know– your name?” he huffs, questioning you, but you don’t stop. You can’t stop now. However much he seems to love edging, you can’t do it tonight. You need him.

So you suck and feel him shake and deliver the hot mess you’ve been craving, taking every drop, its potency ten fold now you’re taking his conscious, consenting pleasure.

You drink in his every shaky vocalisation, watching him come down as you clean him off, pulling away and admiring him from below.

After licking your lips and enjoying your meal, you peer up at him and finally answer his question.

“y/n. I’m a succubus. Nice to meet you.”

From there, you entered a rather curious relationship with the dark haired sorcerer, striking up a deal so you can get a reliable fill.

He agrees, under the condition that you’ll let him have sex with you and won’t go to any other man.

His eyes look so stern when he tells you, “I want you for myself.”

You nod in agreement, his every gesture thus far telling you that he’s not going to hurt you, and that for once, you’ve found a man who needs you as much as you need him.

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actually-safer-to-kiss · 7 months

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See How It Shines

Summary: Spencer gets home from work to find Reader in tears over the new Hozier album.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff and comfort

Content warnings: The masterpiece of Hozier’s Unreal Unearth, me stopping halfway to listen to the entire album, me crying to every song I reference

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: shoutout to anyone who picks up on every song reference I make. I am instantly in love with you.

Spencer had been etched with the weight of unsolved cases and the relentless march of time, and he was forced to call it a night around six. The team had already pulled an all-nighter earlier in the week, so Hotch decided they all deserved rest. Spencer, however, wasn’t tired (he was; it was the late cups of coffee). Nevertheless, he makes it to his apartment door, skipping every other step. As Spencer turned the key in the lock, a soft melody flowed from the other side, haunting him yet drawing him in.

When the door opens with a slight creak, the music only grows. The living room was a sanctuary, bathed in the golden hues of twilight and table lamps, together casting long, ethereal shadows across the aged wooden floor. Plants adorned the walls and shelves. Since you moved in, he has never shared a space with so many simple living things. His record player, a testament to decades of shared music between him and his mother, spun its vinyl tale. This time it was for you, as it breathed life into the album as you sat on the couch in a nest of blankets.

Ah yes, it was Hozier day. The anticipated album release of Unreal Unearth. His girlfriend highly anticipated it. She had been vibrating as the week drew to a close with five days left, then three, then one. And it was well worth the wait, considering the tears continuing to streak her face as the Irish man begged for someone to not fall away from him.

Spencer set his bag down by the door and proceeded toward the couch with caution as if he were ready to pounce like a predator on prey. Except the end resulted in a tender hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him with a puffy face and snotty nose. It was Spencer’s next instinct to grab a tissue from the end table and offer it to you. Of course, you took it. And even though the answer was obvious, he still felt the need to ask, “Are you okay?”

It was a struggle for you to inhale, so you blew your nose again. "I didn’t expect this to be a breakup album.” The album sleeve was wrapped in your arms, proving to already be a prized possession. The tracklist was organized by the layers of Dante’s hell they fell under.

Spencer gave you a small smirk before placing a kiss on your head. “Well, I’ll go ahead and get started on dinner.” It was his turn to take the culinary reins for tonight. “Do you need anything?”

“I need to know who this woman is, Spencer.” You throw your head back as Hozier hits a high note that neither of you has heard from him before. You stay there as you ask, “Who made this man feel so much pain?”

“You want to fight Hozier’s ex-girlfriend?”

“Ew, no.” Your nose scrunched. “I just want to know how. The power to make a man feel this way.”

Spencer chuckled. He had answers. And he’s happy to not reply with any of them. “I’m making chicken parmesan. That okay?”

You nodded, soon returning to singing about holding a heart like a steering wheel. But you then grabbed his hand. Your eyes are red, and Spencer is sure you’ll need drops before the end of the night. “Did a part of you die the first time I called you ‘baby,’ Spencer?”

Spencer couldn’t help but smirk as he quirked a brow. “Do what?”

“They’re song lyrics.” You let go of him.

Spencer has never fully understood the uproar that comes with Hozier. Then again, no one really flocks to Beethoven and Chopin like they used to. Plus, Vivaldi wasn’t known for belting out in the middle of his pieces and Spencer can at least admit Hozier’s belts ( well, the ones he’s heard so far) tug at him by the chest. He came back to his senses quickly when his mismatched socks landed on the cold tile. He washed his hands and opened the fridge door with his good knee.

Songs of water and knives reminded him he had chicken to wash and cut. And the familiar feeling in his own kitchen gets the tasks in Spencer’s head in order. He could feel the weight of his week slowly lift, replaced by Spencer attempting to chop to the song. It was inefficient. Some songs play shockingly fast for a breakup album. He settled for a more percussion style of noise, making each slice more deliberate as a testament to his meticulousness.

The flour and breadcrumbs sizzled in the oil that mingled with the sight of you matching the pitch of the song and humming where Hozier shouted, caressing the album sleeve like it was alive and needed your warmth. The weight of the lyrics settling in your bones caused your head to fall in shock as a long, high note carried through the whole apartment.

The album played on, weaving tales of love and loss, each one successfully targeting your core and striking effectively. And when Spencer got into the groove of his own routine in the kitchen, he listened to the lyrics as they almost guided him to autopilot, reminding him of the joys that come with his leg around you in bed, ensuring you don’t move anywhere except closer to him. And how the idea of losing that is something he does not care to dwell on for long.

He could keep it together, he thought.

Until his voice soars about the glistening of an animal’s eyes. About the force of love for someone recklessly in the middle of the street. Spencer couldn’t help but feel a lump forming in his throat. It was a visceral reaction—Spencer's sniffle. But it wasn’t unheard.

You turned your gaze toward Spencer, your eyes soft with understanding. You could hear the emotion in his breath and the slight catch in his throat. “Spencer?” You asked.

“I’m fine.”

Your lower lip quivers with a puffy smile. “You’re crying.”

“No, I’m chopping. Chopping while completely fine.” His sniffles continued to give him away (sanitary stations over pride every time).

You couldn’t help but find the situation adorable. You lazily got up from the couch, letting one of the blankets slide off with you, dragging along behind you across the wood floor and then the tile. You carefully put your hands around his waist because safety comes first. You squeeze him, and he laughs a little. For a moment, he puts his left hand on your arm, keeping it there. You noticed how his fingertips were colder than expected as you looked at the cutting board from under his arm. “So basil makes you cry? Is that it?”

Spencer laughs again, diverting his gaze from the record player and clearing his eyes from unshed tears. “Today, it apparently does. There must be some emotional properties I didn’t consider.”

“Nothing to do with an Irish man singing his heart out?”

Spencer rubs his nose on his sleeve. Fuck sanitation right now; he’s about to go through it. The snot is evident. See how it shines, indeed. “Is he really singing about roadkill?”

“Yep.” You sniffle in return as you lay your head on his back.

“Fuck.”

“I know.”

“How does he do it?”

“That I don’t know.” You held Spencer as he let the music hit him. Taking moments to turn from the food to wipe his tears.

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trumpkinhotboy · 9 months

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“I’ll keep an eye on you”

Pairing: Jacob Black x Reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: A bit spooky, but mostly fluffy and comforting vibes

Warnings: Mention of blood and being chased after (but nothing too intense)

Rating: g

Word count: ~ 2K

Requests: Open! For Twilight wolfpack, Narnia and Harry Potter

A/n: Honestly, I’m really excited about this fic. I think it’s very sweet and comforting :3 My brain is bubbling with so many ideas lately so expect new pieces from me in the close future hehe. Also if you have any requests feel free to message me!!

I recommend listening to a Twilight Comfort playlist while reading this. Hope you enjoyy <33

*gif is not mine!!

Summary: After the reader survives an encounter with a vampire, they are still haunted by the memories of it. Luckily, they have a caring and protective friend who is always ready to ensure they feel safe and cared for, even in the middle of the night.

Wrong place, wrong time.

You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping to erase the terrible images invading your brain. For a week now, they have been omnipresent, taking up all the space in your mind. They are the center and focal point of your thoughts for days on end. As you open them again, your vision adjusts to the darkness just enough for your gaze to fall on a strange form crouched in the corner of your bedroom. You could swear it’s alive. Swear it’s stalking you.

You jump out of your bed to turn your nightlamp on. Your heart feels like it might spring out of your chest of its own accord. Your breath is short, and for a moment, you think you’ll never be able to take one that will actually get air in your system.

The menacing form in the corner turned out to be a pile of dirty clothes, but you knew that. Since that day, you feel irrational and paranoid. Everything feels like a threat, and you are now constantly looking over your shoulder, paying close attention to any suspicious sound or absence of it. You’ve talked about it with Harry Clearwater when you unexpectedly met at the Reservation one day. You did not hear him coming, and he had set his heavy hand on your shoulder to get your attention. Which resulted in a glass shattering scream for you and a bad fright for the poor man. As he invited you in for a calming cup of tea, you unloaded the weight on your shoulder to him. It felt good to talk about it, knowing you could never do so with your dad and your friends. He assured you that it unfortunately was a very normal reaction from your nervous system. You had faced the world's most dangerous predator and had survived it without a single scratch. Of course it would take some time for your traumatized brain to go back to normal. You could never take credit for the fact that you even had a chance to go back to normal, and would never attempt to do so. Knowing very well that without Paul, Jared, and Embry’s arrival, you would not have lived to talk about this encounter.

When you focus and let your mind drift off, you can live the event again, as if you were back in time. The paralyzing fear, the blood in your veins feeling like icy water. There was nothing to be done against a creature like that. You remember the horror you felt as everything became silent around you. You were headed to Emily's cabin, a simple, straightforward walk through the woods. The birds suddenly stopped singing, even the soft wind had died down. The forest knew it was in the presence of something truly horrible and had seemed to hold its breath, along with every creature. The color of its eyes was like in every legend you had been told; crimson red, like fresh blood. Not one ounce of humanity in those orbs, just a bottomless pit of cruelty and hunger. The worst thing was the pull you remember feeling for a split second toward that monster. You knew it was its sole purpose, but felt embarrassed you had fallen for it. Shivers crawled down your spine as you recalled its ethereal and hypnotizing appearance. It’s like you can hear again the faint swooshing sound it made as it sprang towards you. You remember sending out a quick prayer to literally any entity who would be listening right now, but the blow never came. Next thing you knew, three giant beasts tackled it to the ground, gnarling and dismembering it in a matter of seconds.

You open your eyes and shake your head to try and physically get those horrible memories outside of your skull. You lay back in bed, anxiously watching every corner of your room for some sign of danger. You left the light open, you knew there was no chance you could fall asleep without it. You tucked yourself back in bed and tried to calm your breathing. You tried every technique you knew, hoping sleep would grace you with its embrace, but nothing worked.

You look back at the clock after a while. 1:15 am. It was too late for you to get out of bed, and morning was still so far away. You had school the next day and knew that if you spent one more night without sleeping, you wouldn’t be able to explain to your teachers why you dozed off again in their class without them calling your father.

In a last effort, you tried thinking about reassuring and comforting things. Curiously enough, one kept coming back to mind. A giant wolf, its fur a multitude of shades of brown and red. Its eyes were sweet and reassuring, containing a particular warmth. You looked at your phone, hesitating, but remembered his voice: “If there’s absolutely anything, call me okay?”

And so you did.

Twenty minutes later, you got a text. You quietly walked to your window, glad to see Jacob’s familiar shape outside your house. He was standing next to a tree, representing for once a friendly and reassuring shadow in the night.

He spoke quietly. “Having trouble sleeping?”

You nodded, a bit ashamed to admit such an infantile fear. Although, deep inside, you knew there was nothing childish about being afraid of the monster you had been warned about as a child, once you had come face to face with it.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I'd totally understand if you'd rather not stay. I mean it's late and you need to sleep. I don't know what I was thinking…”

“Don't be ridiculous." he cut you off. "I’m already here. And once you’ve been asleep for a long time, I’ll go home and catch up on my beauty sleep, okay?”

You knew it wouldn’t take much convincing from him, there was no point in lying. You needed him. You needed the reassurance and sense of security he always brought you.

"If you're sure then… but Jake. You won't leave too soon uh?"

You heard his low chuckle in the distance.

“I promise.”

You slowly and quietly closed your window. The last thing you would want is for your father to wake up and see Jacob standing below your window. You looked back outside, only to see a giant russet wolf had replaced your tall friend. He was standing under the covers of the woods. Forks was a tranquil little city, but you could never be too careful. He gave you a quick nod, encouraging you to go back to bed. You sent him a little thumbs up before heading to your fort of blankets and pillows.

As stupid as it might have seemed, you did feel a thousand times better knowing that Jacob was right outside, watching over you like a guardian angel. To your surprise, sleep quickly came to you, and you fell into its black hole without any resistance.

You’re in a dark forest, running and running and running. You can’t breathe, your hands are bloody, everything hurts. All you can hear is an echoing, cold, cruel laugh. You trip over a root and fall. Something is rushing through the dark woods, coming at you. You get back up and run in the opposite direction, but it feels like you’re not getting any further, like you're running in place. You scream for help, calling out for Jacob, Paul, Embry, Jared, ANYONE, HELP ME. But no one answers, you’re alone, and you’re about to die a horrible death. You trip once more, your leg hurts like hell, there’s no point trying to get up again. You turn around to try and decipher who, what, is running after you. Suddenly, in the dark void of the night, all you can see is that horrifying pair of bloodthirsty eyes. You let out one last scream as it sinks its teeth into your skin. //

“Y/n, y/n, wake up! It’s okay I’m here, Y/n!”

You try to run out of bed but feel a strong pair of arms holding you back. The embrace is warm and smells familiar, but you’re not controlling your limbs anymore. Your whole body is in flight mode. Luckily, the thing (person?) holding you back is strong enough to withstand it, and even though you try as hard as you can to run away, your feet aren't even touching the ground anymore.

“Y/nn, Y/n, shhh. It’s okay, I’m here, it’s me. It’s Jacob.”

You focus on the reassuring tone of the voice and try to convince yourself you're not in the woods anymore. You can see your surroundings poorly illuminated by your little mushroom night light. You're in your room, you’re safe, you’re okay.

Your breathing is still fast and shallow. You blink a few times. Sometimes, the vision surrounding you is one of the cold woods. On other, it's the familiar vision of your room. You slowly turn to face your friend’s face. His brows are furrowed, and his traits have worry written on them in bold letters. He scans you, not quite letting go of your body. Too scared you might start screaming and running again.

“Jake?” “Yes, hi. Welcome back. You really scared me there Y/n.” “What- what are you doing in here? What happened?” Your tone is feeble, and you feel exhausted. You look around once more, afraid this might be some other kind of twisted and terrifying nightmare.

“Am I still dreaming?” You dare to ask. “No, you are awake. We’re in your room. You asked me to come to keep an eye on you, remember?”

You nod, still unsure. What if this was a dream inside a dream? What if the warm limbs of your friend suddenly turned ice cold? What if you looked at him and his eyes turned red, fangs slightly poking his lips?

He can see doubt dancing in your eyes. You don't trust him, or yourself. He holds up his palms towards you, trusting you won't bolt and run.

“See for yourself. I’m real, you can touch me.”

You reach a hesitating finger, carefully poking his own. Seems real enough, feels real. It's warm, the skin is wonderfully tanned, familiar. You’ve seen those hands at work a thousand times. You know them by heart. You poke his cheek, and he gives you a tender smile.

“Convinced?”

You nod once more, letting out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, as your legs start to shake. That's the thing about dreams, isn’t it? Even if it’s only happening inside your head, your body reacts to it as if it were actually living it. You look at your hands, feeling reminiscent of the pain as if you did scorch them in the woods.

He interrupts your thoughts with a low and soft voice. “Come back in bed. I’ll tuck you in.”

He wraps your hands with his huge ones. They’re warm and feel incredibly good. You let him guide you back to your toasty blankets, but instead of leaving, he takes a spot next to you, shielding you from the window.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a timid voice. “I’m keeping an eye on you, dummy.” Your feet are poking from under the covers. You move to offer him a bit of coverage, but he declines. He is already hot enough as he is, although he can’t deny that his heart seemed to grow a size or two at the kind gesture.

You wait a minute before asking how he ended up in your room. You're not sure you want to know, but curiosity wins over embarrassment.

His expression darkens for a second before he starts talking. “I was just keeping guard outside when I heard a noise. You were calling for me… I didn’t even think, I just got in. You were twitching in your bed. I tried to calm you down, I didn't want it to wake up Charlie, but nothing would do. I was about to forcefully wake you, but you ran out of bed and woke up by yourself.”

“Oh.” You finally let after a few seconds of silence.

“Yup.”

Unconsciously, you're not sure, he took ahold of your hand and lightly played with your fingers. He finally lifted his gaze from your joined hands to look at you, all caring and reassuring. You slide in closer to him. All you want is to feel his comforting warmth and maybe offer him as much as you can too. You feel so bad for worrying him so much. He opens up his arms and cradles you in a bear hug. He won't say it out loud, but he's also in dire need of comfort.

You match your breathing to him, and for the first time in a little while, you’re not scared, not even a little bit. If only you could stay like this forever.

After a few minutes of silence, in which you almost fell asleep, you hear him whisper.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I should have been there. I should have protected you. I’m so sorry, you don't even know.”

“It’s not your fault Jake.” You mumble, and realize you're telling the truth. These are more than empty words. Never has it crossed your mind that this might have been his fault.

“It partially is, if I didn’t drag you into all this you might have been far away. Safe, away from monsters most people don't even know exist."

“I chose to follow you into this Jake. I would be lying if I said this wasn't one of the most horrifying experiences of my life, but it was not your fault. Please get that idea out of your head, okay? I’ll get over it. I guess I just need some time, as Harry said.”

You feel almost fully awake again. He nods, but you know you haven't convinced him. The look on his face is one of guilt, one you've come to know more and more since you learned about his secret. He mindlessly played with a feather poking out of your duvet, avoiding your gaze. Once again, you realized how mature he looked, while still being so young. Too young to carry such heavy burdens. You wanted to hammer the idea out of his thick skull, but you knew there was nothing to do about it tonight. Jacob felt responsible for what happened to you, and convincing him of the opposite would take some time.

Your eyes focused on his tanned skin, and you suddenly became hyper-aware that he was in your bed while only wearing his jeans short.

You inched away of him. “Uhm, want a shirt? I’m sorry, I didn't even think that, since you were in your wolf form, you uh… wouldn’t have one?” You let out an awkward laugh. You were used to seeing him like this, but it was different when you were both lying in bed together in a space that felt so intimate.

“That's nice of you Y/n, but I don't think I'd actually fit into one of your shirts.” He snickers as you get up. You're still wrapped in a blanket as you forage in the pile of clothes next to your bed. You get out of it with a dark cotton t-shirt in hand. It's humongous for you, but you know it will fit Jake like a glove. Probably because it is one of his own.

“There, dummy.” You hand him the t-shirt before jumping back in bed to wrap yourself properly, like a human burrito.

He looks at the piece of clothing and then at you for a good 10 seconds. “You still have this?”

He genuinely looks surprised, but his expression seems mixed with a hint of… satisfaction?

You nod, your nose and eyes being the only part of your anatomy still out of the blankets. You still remember the day he lent you that shirt when you had been caught in the rain at La Push. You never returned it to him, loving the way the gigantic piece of clothing felt on you.

He didn't add anything else before putting the shirt on. “It smells a lot like you.” He adds, a slight tremor in his voice.

“That might be because I wear it a lot to sleep.” You shamefully admit. Your words are nothing more than a whisper, but you know he didn’t have any trouble hearing them. You pull the covers even higher, trying to hide the blush creeping on your cheeks.

“Is that so?” He's smugly smirking. No doubt anymore that he is satisfied with that new piece of information, which makes you want to crawl even further under the covers.

You mutter a quick 'dumbass' before turning away from him. He chuckled before grabbing and pulling you on his broad chest like you weighted nothing more than a feather. You and Jake have always been comfortable with physical touch, but you feel like this is special. You have never done this before. Fine the circumstances were a bit peculiar, but that did not keep you from relishing in the warmth he diffused in waves. You didn't even bother to fake protest. This, is all you need, and you will not be foolish enough to ruin the moment. He wiggles even closer, and you can feel his chest come flush with your back through the layers of blankets. He rests his chin on the crown of your head before lightly stroking the side of his full cheek on your hair.

“Little human burrito.” He mutters. His voice is barely a whisper. Its husky tone makes you shiver. “I’ll watch over you, now go back to sleep.”

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Here is part.2 🌟

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crxshed-skxlls · 10 months

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— ❝ Ethereal Sickness

Slenderman x M!Reader

Word count: 2K+

Plot: You are a private supernatural investigator, working under the whims for any haunting experiences your way. You soon get lost in the forest, and It wasn't long before you realize you are not the only one in this place..

NSFW tags: Dubcon, Prey/Predator themes, exhibistionism, Tentacles, Monster Fucker, Sadomasochism, blood play, power imbalance, degradation, rough sex

You had a sick feeling ever since you came here. Your eyes scan the forest interior with a small reluctance. Some people reported in your emails of a potenially supernatural experience, and you were intrigued. Your mind was always captivated by the macabre and mysterious. You had a weird fascination ever since the playful stories of Bloody Mary and Charlie Charlie. You take a deep breath, inhaling the thick air of the forest as you sigh. You take a couple more steps in the woodlands, hearing the faint crushing sound of leaves and twigs under your shoes. You carry a small camera, just in case there were any spirits to capture. You pause as you hear a twig snap behind you -- whipping around only to see.. Nothing but a small squirrel scurry up a tree. You sigh in somewhat relief. You're admittedly a little nervous, anticipating any strange encounter that may lurk around the corners.

Though, you assume your thoughts to be your subconscious toying with you. You sigh and turn back around, walking deeper in the murky terrain. Undoubtedly this forest was pretty, but a subtle hint of unease settled inside. The fogged, moist atmosphere made things a bit blurry for you to see. The dark, lush flora meshed with the paranoid thoughts of someone lurking around. You are soon snapped into reality again as you see a strange sight. Your eyes widen in intrigue as you notice a weird page in the distance, hanging a few muddled feet from a rotting tree. You start to move by yourself, curiously wandering to the strange picture. It depicted a strange drawing with symbols you couldn't recognize, seemingly created with dirtied charcoal. You delicately take the page from the tree, carefully examining it. However, you accidentally smudge some of the charcoal. It left a black residue. Weird. This picture seemed to be fresh.

You collect the page as evidence, looking around to see if you can find anymore near. It was only then you hear another subtle sound of leaves crunching – making you dart to the general direction. This time, there was nothing there. Your heart starts to drop as you feel a sense of dread and paranoia. You quickly start walking in a different direction, only to see another page faintly in the distance. You felt as if eyes lingered over you, but maybe you were just being paranoid. Sometimes chills are a good thing, it means your doing something right at least. You could practically feel the paranormal air thicken as you go on to the other page. This one seemed much older in quality, only a big symbol in the middle with an eerie note; You feel a knot nervously bubble in your stomach as you read the scribbled writing. The phrase stated,

HE IS ALWAYS WATCHING

You pondered curiously. Whom might "he" be? You quickly collect yourself as you soon see something in the corner of your eye– a startling figure. You turn your head, only to find nothing there. This was strange. Not once did you ever feel such unsure paranoia. Irrational thoughts caved into your consciousness as you take the second page with a lump in your throat. Despite your paranoia and irrational behavior, you chalk it up to your nerves. Something that something in the distance was amused by. Amused, and out of sight, lies an ancient entity. He went by many names, by many legends. However, he coined "Slenderman" more infamously. He had been watching for a bit now, observing your odd behavior with a predatory gaze. As if a tiger stalking down its prey in a well forested area. Slender pleasantly toys with you, practically ogling your irrational reactions.

He had seen many mortals before; humans carelessly roughhousing his domain. He growled quietly at the thought of those leeches.. However, you were intriguing. You captivated him with the delicate ways you would handle your surroundings, how quick it was for you to shudder and shiver with nervousness. As much as he was known for his careless nature towards humans, you had certainly caught the wrong eyes. Meanwhile, you were still wandering in what felt like a conflicting trance. Both your mind and body telling you that you must go; flee… However you were lost in the mysteries and captivated by the pages. There was a sick feeling in your stomach; nausea kicks in as you feel a presence linger in the air. You spin around – your heart skipping a beat as you see a tall figure. You quickly start to flee, running as fast as you can as your adrenaline causing you to beeline to the opposite direction. What a lovely look for you to an eyes of a prowling creature.

The air becomes more thick and cold as you dart through trees, hoping to get it off your trail. Whatever it was it was not human, and it definitely seemed unfriendly. Slender catches to your pace as he patiently watches you crumble physically. You aren't too athletic or anything, but your body told you to keep going. You had scattered the pages behind you somehow during the irrational running, but you didn't look back. You kept going until you hit a rock, stumbling down a harsh steep hill. As you tunbled, you can feel the scrapes and gashes unwantedly scrape your body – only to fall a couple inches from a tree. You let out a whimper as you catch your breath, sitting upright only to be met with the being in question. You didn't want to admit it, but you were weirdly enraptured by the way he gazed at you. You were scared – no, terrified.. Though something about the way he stood so grand in front of you made you flushed. You take a shaky breath as the figure grew near.

" What might we have here… "

You gasped, surprised at the low voice that rang in your ears. You look on curiously as his voice teased. Slender looks down in a confused but curious glance as you shiver and tremble on the ground. You watch as his black, slender tendrils slide out of his back. You gulp nervously as you try moving back, only for Slender to swiftly smacks you to the tree. You yelp painfully as he pins you to the tree, your eyes betraying your focus as you watch Slender leans in closely.

" Wh– What do you want fr- from me? "

You croak out as Slender's skeletal hands ghost around your abdomen. Even without eyes, Slender was observant to your fear. He drank the look of terror from your face, the bloodied gash along your cheek made his grip tighter on you. It wasn't long until you watch as Slender's facial skin moves. You gasp, horrified as you watch Slender's skin tear and crack. It showed Slender's mouth, sharp teeth and a long black tongue with ripped pale skin.

" I want you to be a good meal for me. "

" W- wait !! "

You shriek and squirm as he moves down to your neck, feeling his mouth open wide. A different tendril floods your mouth, unexpectedly choking you. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting the ethereal being to take a good chomp of you… But he doesn't. Instead, you feel the slimy, wet sensations as his tongue laps at your neck. You gag on his tendril, letting out a small moan as the stinging feeling of your wounds is lapped up by his sickly black tongue. He pulls away for a moment, taking in the delicious iron taste in his mouth of your open wounds. He stalks your body in a way that feels possessive, territorial. You feel yourself trickle another moan on the soft tendril as the man lifted your shirt, cold air hitting you as he wanders. You were unsure of this, at least with the delirious and disoriented state you were in.

The tendril in your mouth soon pops out with a slick pop – allowing you to gasp. You dont dare to utter any words though, trembling as you watch Slender tenderly lick your abdomen. You let out a moan as he licks up, trailing to your chest. You try to squirm away, but he has you firm to the tree. He sighs abruptly, his warm breath causing you to whimper out. It was only then you gasped, feeling something slick paw at your crotch. You attempt to wiggle out again as your breath hitches, looking at Slender with worry –

" Wait – Wait please I don't know if I can – "

You beg and plead through breathy moans and shaky replies, Slender growling in a guttural tone. He creepily smiles as he watches tears prick your eyes, licking his lips. You couldn't help but feel yourself throb as you see your own blood plastered sickly on his "lips". He soon claws away your dirtied shirt with a swift rip, causing you to land your head back to the tree in a shiver. The mix of unpleasant cold and dirty pleasure had you reeling. For what it is though, you didn't expect such a beast to be almost gentle with you – and you have backtracked that statement as he rips your pants away. You shriek out with a gasp, your face flushing redder as you look away from Slender. The tendriled being laughs coldly, his tentacle palming at your throbbing erection.

" You really are a sick meal, are you? Such a mortal like yourself would keep struggling– but your different. "

He hisses with a predatory gaze. The degrading made you whimper, only before crying out as he bites your tender flesh on your shoulder. You yell in a weird mix of pain and pleasure, the sweet twinge of agony as he laps up more of your blood. You feel the man's tendril pull down your boxers, leaving you bare naked. Your cock springs out shamefully, precum laced at the tip. Slender giggles in almost amusement. His big hands trailing down your tendered waist. You lay your head in embarrassment, weakly kicking your legs in protest. Slender's tendril swirls around your dick, tracing the peculiar veins that popped out. You shamefully groan, letting your head fall back more as you marched. Slender hisses in delight.

" Wow, so shameful to moan for such a monster. What do you think others would think seeing you like this, hm? "

Slender taunted, grunting as he unzips his pants. What came next was something indescribable; almost unbelievable. Your eyes widen at Slender's huge penis. It wasn't like any other humans though– it was a thick, black tendril with a slick feel. As his other tendril leaves your cock, he let's his penis slide against yours. You both let out a moan, one more surprised than the other. He was several inches bigger than you, and you were average to say the least. You shiver out a moan as he bucked his hips into yours, the slimy texture of his dick lubricating yours. You moan again before letting out a breathy gasp as Slender's hands raise your legs. You were folded between the being and a tree, tears spilling out of your muddy face as you watch helplessly. Your eyes widen at such a suggestion, shaking your head.

" N- no way! That's not going to fit in me! "

You cry out, watching as he examines your cute little hole. It was already laced with some of your own precum, watching as you clench to nothing was both arousing and amusing to the man. He looks at the mess he made, aiming his slick dick to your hole. You begged more, pleaded even. He teased your ass with the tip of his cock, swirling around your entrance. You moan at the unusual feeling, panting slightly as your dick twitched between you two. Slender leans to your bloodied, bitten shoulder to lick the gashes he marked onto you. You hiss in pain, wincing at the twinges of pleasure it brought you. Your stomach knotted up as it pulled more heat, becoming almost unbearable. Slender noticed this, even as your cock twitched. You both knew what was coming as he laughed darkly.

" Already coming, are we? Such a shame. It hasn't even got to the fun parts yet.. "

Fun parts? You shiver from what he staged. You were already becoming undone, and he still had more plans? Your thoughts are soon interrupted by a harsh force and a painful twinge. Slender had finally slipped his dick into you, bottoming in one strong move. You leans your head forward, biting into the man's clothes shoulder with a scream. The mixed pain and pleasure had got you to spill out – coming onto your abdomen and chest as you heaved and moaned in the being's shoulder. He grunts at the twinge of pain, his dick slick as he moves inside of you. He grunts as he pulls halfway out before plunging back into you. You arch your back as you moaned out, feeling Slender set a ridiculous pace. His quiet but guttural moans rang in your ears as he rips inside of you. It was only then you had completely lost yourself when you felt him curl into your prostate. You whimper and moan out shamelessly as you put your hands on Slender's shoulders to stable yourself.

" Mm - More! God, more sir– "

Your meek voice sent Slender into a predatory growl, slamming into your prostate as he draws more of your noises out. You could only feel a flood of pain from the ache of the tree scraping your back, your bitten shoulder, and some other injurgies. However, pleasure flushed your body as you come for a second time. Your cum lands on his suit as he slams into your ass. You let out more "sirs" and "pleases" in the air.

" Awwh you – Haah – foolish being.. Such a slut you became, darling."

The petname and moans he let's out sends you overboard. You feel twinges of overstimulation kick in as you lay almost limp in the being's grasp. He lays his head to the tree holding you, letting out more moans as his hips sputter into you.

" Please – no more!-- haah– cant– "

" Yes you can. You will take what I give you– "

Slender interrupts your pleas as he grips the soft flesh of your thighs, sinking his teeth back into your shoulder as he spurs on one more time. You cry out with a yelp, feeling the twitch inside you before you felt him cover your insides with his sticky ropes. You both pant in silence, only hearing your breath as be pulls out of you. Slender moans slightly as he watches his seed spill out of your hole, the mixed of sweat and other bodily fluids clung to you as you pant. You feel exhausted as your body comes down from your high, blinking slowly as you look up at Slender. He looks down as he let's go of you, letting you gently fall to the bottom of the tree. He marvels at his creation, and you look up at him like he was an angel from hell. He was pretty terrifying, but he also looked so hot as he watches the mess he created.

You were drenched in fluids, and naked. The blood from your shoulder had trickled it's way down to your soft chest. Your nipples perked up from the neglected attention it had. You had mud and gashes that covered you a in spots. You had Slender's seed spill out of you as your cock softened. You were filthy, disgusting, and a mess. Slender gawks at you with a smirk, leaning down towards you. You look at him with half lidded eyes, shakily breathing as you lay limp against the tree. You shiver and tremble with the cold wind as he lays his eyes on you. It wasn't long after he took in such a sight he grabbed you, picking you up with his arms. You don't have any strength to protest, whimpering as he looks at you. Something was definitely different however.. His gaze was softer, and his hold on you was different. Instead of the hard, possessive grip he had, it was replaced with a gentle but firm squeeze.

" You're mine now. You will be mine for as long as you live. Do you understand me? "

You give a weak nod before your eyes start rolling in the back of your head. You pass out right then and there. Your consciousness leaving your body as you lay limp, blissfully ignorant to what you had just endured.

You then wake up in your house. You were clothed and covered in the warmth of a blanket. You would be lying if you thought it was all just a dream until you felt it hit. The ache of your body made you grunt as you turn. You noticed something on your nightstand however. It was your camera and a crinkled note. Just like the papers in the forest. You look to see it's one of the ones you had picked up; ALWAYS WATCHING lingering in your head with not fear – but a longing. You sit the page down as you flop back onto your bed, sighing as you plop your face in the soft pillows below. You then drift back off to unconsciousness, the last thing you see is a figure at the corner of your eye as you peacefully pass out.

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