#rakshasa x reader

[monsterbachelors]

The Three Don'ts of Sabertooth Brewing

[contains semi-public sex + fem!reader]

SUMMARY: You visit Yanu at work on a slow night. One thing leads to another and just when things get exciting, something both unpleasant and unexpected forces you to take a rain check on back-alley romps.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 2k

A smile brightens your face when you see the Sabertooth Brewing sign from across the street. The venue doesn’t look like an appropriate place for a young lady without nefarious motives but at the same time, the entirety of the Copper Valley district doesn’t appear so. Nonetheless, you couldn’t think of a safer place to be. Whatever turf wars the former copper miners lead, they all agreed to omit Yanu and his business. It reached the point where some locals called the bar “the embassy” as it’s the only neutral ground in the neighbourhood.

The rough-looking miners curtly nod at you as you walk past them. A cloud of smoke and soot surrounds the two men. They always stand near the entrance of the locale but never go inside. Smoking one cigarette after another, their job must be to ensure that Yanu stays largely unbothered by the conflicts of Copper Valley. So far, they’ve been excellent at doing their duties.

You giggle quietly as you read the sign hanging on the front door:

Don’t: - fight - spill drinks - ask Q’rill to make a mojito

A bell chimes when you push the door open. Low, yellow lights make the interior look cosy. Conversations held by the patrons sitting in booths and around small tables are drowned out by a trio playing a familiar swing tune. The smell of cigarette smoke fills your lungs and sticks to your clothes. Two waiters weave between tables and clients, faux joy plastered to their faces. One of them notices you - she gives you a quick wave and nods towards the long bar counter.

Although he is surrounded by bottles filled with colourful drinks, it’s impossible to overlook Yanu. Maybe it’s a general rule or perhaps it’s just your fatal affliction. He’s wearing a shirt, a vest and a pair of tailored pants - exactly what one would expect a bartender to wear. Seemingly lost in thought, he’s just wiping some glasses but still, there is something unspeakably captivating about him. An aura that paints him as extraordinary and not just the way he is.

Yanu must notice you approaching out of the corner of his eye. When his gaze meets yours, his expression immediately changes. The deep, pink scar across his blind right eye gives the rakshasa a certain edge but even that isn’t enough to hide the pure adoration painted all over his face. His blue iris stares at you lovingly until a shadow of mischief dances across Yanu’s features.

“My, my, I don’t recall having an appointment with a princess,” he speaks with pretend surprise.

“Princesses don’t make appointments,” you answer casually. Sitting on the high bar stool, you’re still significantly shorter than the rakshasa behind the counter. “They just show up when they want to.”

He chuckles in a low voice. “Gods bless them for that.”

Yanu leans on his forearms on the counter and hangs his head to let you kiss his cheek. Round, furry ears adorned with silver jewellery flutter as they brush against your hair. It tickles when his whiskers touch your face. 

Feeling his breath against your skin, you don’t have to speak loudly. “I hope I’m not interrupting you.”

“You,” he points an accusatory finger at you, “interrupt my every coherent thought but I’ve learnt to enjoy that.”

Suddenly, your face gets hot. “I’m being serious, Yanu,” you say through flustered giggles. Even after all this time, it’s beyond easy for him to make you giddy.

“Likewise.” He winks at you before standing up straight. “So how can I spoil a princess’s palate?”

“Hm… I feel like elderberry.”

“Drunk all the time, feeling fine on elderberry wine*,” he sings while looking around for ingredients. The idea for a cocktail comes to him in an instant as befits a true connoisseur.

Yanu appears to be in a trance as he pours and mixes lemonade, vodka, St-Germain and some thyme. Every action is quick and decisive but never careless. Similarly, you are in a sort of trance, too - watching his white shirt and elegant black vest strain around the muscles of his arms. One day the seams of the garments might just let go but say, would it really be so bad?

The rakshasa pours elderflower syrup into the shaker. With a swift flick of his wrist, the shaker with your cocktail-to-be flips in the air. The metal cup makes a full circle only to be caught again by his hand, its content poured into a square drinking glass.

He looks at you in anticipation. Satisfaction is written all over his face. “Pretty nice, right?”

But you’re in a bantering mood tonight. Not letting him see how in awe you truly are, you only raise your eyebrows. “You have huge arms. It would be more impressive if you dropped that.”

Yanu sighs dramatically. He shakes his head and crosses his arms across his chest. If it wasn’t for the glimmer of amusement in his good eye, you’d think he’s genuinely upset. “And here I thought that a lowlife like me could impress a princess.”

“Well…” you ponder for a moment, “there are a few things you could do with your hands that would be impressive.”

Something changes about his demeanour. The amusement stayed but now it is joined by some darkness that leaves an aftertaste of chocolates with brandy - warming and rejuvenatingly bittersweet.

“Really?” he asks in a low voice. His blue eye is watching you intensely, almost looking through you. “Pray tell, what do you have in mind?”

Perhaps there’s some perversion to it but you enjoy leaving his question unanswered for a while. Slowly, you sip on the drink, silently enjoying the perfectly balanced flavours. Not too sweet, not too sour. A true testimony of how well Yanu knows you. That passionate gaze of his never once leaves you, catching even the smallest of movements. A predator or a lover? - how similar these two can be.

“A princess shouldn’t be saying such things out loud,” you finally say.

Yanu leans on his arms against the bar counter. With each exhale, his warm breath gently brushes against your face. There’s some intensity hidden under his casual demeanour as though if you were to play your cards right, he might just cause scandalous immodesty in full view of the clients.

“Will she share them away from prying ears?” More than a question, it’s a suggestion. One that you have neither the will nor the want to reject.

Feigning innocence, you shrug your shoulders. “Perhaps.”

The rakshasa only chuckles. He stands up straight and calls out to someone:

“Hey, Q’rill! Watch the bar for me for a bit, eh?”

The drow, equally well-dressed as Yanu, doesn’t even look your way. Still cutting a lemon into pieces, he answers in a heavy accent, “Got you, boss.”

Not waiting for a sign or a word of encouragement, you get off the stool and walk towards the closer end of the counter. Ever the gentleman, Yanu lifts the wooden part, letting you go behind the bar. But that’s not where the two of you are headed - you follow him through the back of the brewery, only to leave through the staff door.

The alley is dark and narrow. Something rattles in the skip filled with trash, probably a rat or two. In the distance, far away from where you’re standing, cars drive by every now and again. Muffled swing music played by the trio inside the bar sounds like an ambience of a faraway world.

Yanu pushes you against the wall. He’s towering over you - if he so wished, he could effortlessly throw you over his shoulder and carry off.  The bricks are cold against your back but soon you find them refreshing when compared to the warmth beaming from the rakshasa. His rough tongue slowly licks the side of your neck. It’s strange, tickling and absolutely delightful. 

One of his hands lifts your leg, resting your knee against his hips. Lustful greediness has him grabbing and groping whatever part of your thigh and ass.

Just when a pleased sigh leaves your lips, Yanu stops licking your neck and nuzzles it instead.

“So how can I impress my princess?” he purrs into your ear. 

He’s not waiting for an answer - not really. Not when you feel his clothed erection grinding against your groin. You can almost feel your arousal dripping down your legs.

Yanu’s other hand slides into your underwear. His fingers, thick and furry, sensually rub your clit in circles. Breath hitches in your throat. “Would this impress her?” he asks.

“Maybe,” you manage to say between whimpers.

The rakshasa only hums in response. It’s hard to say whether your answer satisfies him.

A loud moan escapes your lips as Yanu easily slips his fingers inside your pussy. The stretch is already more than enough for you. Slow strokes have him reaching deliciously deep inside you.

“You look so pretty like this, princess.”

Looking for support, your hands grab his shoulders. It feels as though your abdomen is suddenly set on fire, your coherent thoughts swimming away and turning into static, if not disappearing completely. There is only Yanu, his quiet groans against your neck and his thick fingers hitting that perfect spot.

“Faster, please,” you squeal.

With utmost pleasure, he obliges immediately. It feels so good you could scream but not a sound leaves your agape mouth. If you weren’t so lost in your pleasure, maybe you’d notice your legs quivering. Your grip on his shoulders only tightens, earning a chuckle from him.

“My princess is going to come?” Yanu coos.

No answer comes from you, only another pathetic moan. Desperate to orgasm, you begin rubbing your clit. It’s “allowed” in these extraordinary circumstances. No doubt Yanu’s “I live to please you” attitude will come back behind closed doors and between the white sheets of your bed.

Your vagina is clenching around his relentlessly thrusting fingers, your whole body begins shaking. A cry gets stuck in your throat. The wave of pleasure, the climax he so eagerly gives you, washes over you more like a tsunami than a wave. It drowns out your thoughts, your breathing, your strength. Fortunately, Yanu has a tight grip around your leg, keeping you standing straight. He’s still sliding in and out of you, letting you ride out your orgasm.

Finally, he slips his fingers out of you. You’re about to say something, thank him or praise him, when a loud crash resounds from inside the bar. Someone’s yelling but the voice is too muffled for either of you to understand what’s the matter.

Yanu and you exchange a look of both confusion and worry. Then, as though lovers know something akin to telepathy, the two of you chuckle.

“Mojito,” you say simultaneously.

When your laughter, contrary to the row next door, dies down, you let out a sigh. “Guess we’ll have to postpone our little escapade.” 

Yanu brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. He’s a cheeky man, staring right into your eyes while doing something so indecent. “I’m fine with that,” comes the answer.

But you can play that game, too.

Low groan rumbles inside his chest when your hand teasingly rubs his prominent bulge. He clenches his fists, doing his utmost best to keep himself collected. You could so easily make him fail at that…

“Are you, though?” you ask with faux innocence.

Although you’ve just had a great orgasm, you can feel your pussy throbbing again. As your mind wanders for a second or two, pondering possibilities, your mouth starts watering.

Yanu firmly grabs the wrist of your hand caressing his crotch. Keeping you in place, he grinds against your palm. Through clenched teeth, he growls into your ear.

“I’m a big boy,” the rakshasa purrs. “I can wait a few hours.”

“I know you’re big, boy,” you retort in an equally sultry voice. “I’ll see you home.”

In a loving gesture, he nuzzles against your neck one last time. “Don’t stray.”

After that, he watches you walk away. Only when you disappear behind the corner does he go back inside the bar. As much as he likes Q’rill, he’d much rather go back home with you.

_____

*Lyrics from "Elderberry wine" by Elton John. A bit of an anachronism, yes, but a damn good song.

If you see any books, plays, movies, paintings or songs mentioned, it's most probably something very close to my heart :)

I'm also a complete greenhorn in writing smut, so bear with me as I learn on the go.

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[jooba]

Surya: rakshasa x reader

“Imagine entering work in the morning to find a stranger already there. Imagine someone who has broken in with nefarious intentions, someone who is taller and stronger than you. Now imagine standing behind this person, wielding a pocketknife, tears pooling in your eyes, wondering if this is where your life changes.” 

TW: knife, claws n teeth, break-in

NOTE: Surya isn’t really an average rakshasa, keep that in mind. 

wordcount: 2,451

M!rakshasa x afab!reader

By the shape of this person, you could tell they were tall, much taller than you, and built like an athlete. The shop was still dark, so the shadows hid his features from you, but the pure mass of this person was enough to scare you. It wasn’t like he was a giant, and if you saw him in a normal setting, you wouldn’t think twice. But if he noticed you lurking behind him and decided to act, you knew you wouldn’t stand a chance. So, you had to act fast and act now. The longer you stood here quivering in your shoes the more time he had to notice you. At the moment, he seemed preoccupied with looking at something on one of the shelves, motionless and quiet. 

The small knife in your hands was beginning to slip away from all the sweat buildup. You edged forward slightly. Your shoes scuffed against the ground, and you held your breath. A moment: the whole world was holding its breath alongside you, and then the intruder turned and looked at you. 

Not a human. No. This was something else entirely. 

No time was taken to stop and think, all you could do at that moment was turn around and run. An intruder was one thing. A monster was another. You vaulted over the counter and jolted for the bathroom. The doorknob shook violently but wouldn’t budge. Locked. Coldness swept over you as you realized you had made a mistake coming here instead of going outside. This was it. You were going to die in the prime of your life at your minimum wage job. 

A hand smashed into the door next to your head, sending splinters awry. The hand almost seemed normal, aside from the dangerously sharp claws and tuft of fur. The monster growled lowly, hot air rustling your hair. Tears quietly leaking, mouth open in dull shock, you traced your gaze from the clawed hand up a muscular arm, and then to a mouth full of dripping teeth. As you turned slowly, the monster growled again, and you got a full look of the beast that would turn you into puppy chow. 

Its angled eyes pierced you to your spot. Unable to move, speak, or do anything, you whimpered. You wanted to beg, cry, and plead. You wanted to scream out how this was unfair and unjust, and you were just a young adult trying to live their life. But air threatened to clog your lungs if you moved even an inch.

The beast wrinkled its large, flat nose as it drew closer to you, saliva dripping from its yellow teeth. It lowered its head to your throat, near your delicate skin and pulse point. As it opened its maw further to devour you whole, your eyes fell onto the fluffy, small, rounded ears at the crown of its head. And then to the human ears where human ears should be. And even overwhelmed with the fear of its teeth pressing into your skin as you were, you still ended up speaking.

“You have... 4 ears.” Dumb. Stupid. Your heart thudded faster in your chest. The monster leaned away from you and reached a hand up to his head. It poked at both sets of ears as if just noticing them for the first time. Its eyes shifted away, then back to you. 

“Is that weird?” Its voice was much more human than you could have expected. Too human. Almost reassuring. 

You tried to speak. Nothing came out. The monster closed its mouth (you briefly wondered how it could hide such teeth so easily) and cleared its throat. The air became awkward as the beast stared at you. The longer it did so, the more fatigued you became, and the more his face scrunched up in seeming embarrassment. Suddenly, the beast sprung away from you. It turned its back towards you, and you got a full-fledged look at his behind and long, striped tail which was curling into his legs. He spared you one more glance and then exited the store in an almost... anxious or ashamed matter. 

As soon as he was out of sight, you collapsed against the door. With a grimace, you realized you had been painfully gripping your pocketknife throughout the whole encounter. Your hand was red and sore, something that would persist to hurt for the next few days or so; a constant reminder of the horror that had visited you. 

“Look, I want to believe you, (Y/n). I really do. But the security footage just shows a normal guy. An intruder, yes... but not a monster!”

You huffed as you wiped down the registers. No one believed you, no matter what you said, no matter how much you pleaded: it all fell on deaf ears. Maybe they thought it was a call of help or a want for attention. It was infuriating and invalidating. You weren’t crazy! 

Your manager crossed her arms as she squinted at you. 

“Maybe you need to take a day or two off. Get some rest?” She offered for what felt like the 100th time that day. You shook your head. 

“Some rest won’t help me, Pam. All I need to know is what attacked me in the store that night.” The bell to the store chimed, and the both of you looked up. The customer had already disappeared into the store, the only thing visible was their reflection in the mirror in that back corner. 

Pamela sighed loudly. Looking at her face, you felt slightly guilty. The break-in was hard on her, too. The police still hadn’t found the guy, but she couldn’t afford to close the store or take any other measures, really.... It was lucky that he hadn’t stolen anything or hurt anyone. It was lucky that he hadn’t hurt you. 

The store radio switched to something more somber, reflecting both of your moods and the stony vibe of the store. You turned towards Pamela, a small smile on your face. You motioned toward the garbage can next to the door. 

“Hey, wanna bet that I can make that?” You rolled up the paper towel in your hands into a ball and faked a throw. Pamela raised an eyebrow at you and scoffed.

“Honey, you ain’t never made it in all your time here.” 

“Yeah, well. Times are a’ changing!” With that, the ball gracefully arched towards the trashcan. You held your breath and prepared yourself to cheer! But.... the ball bounced against the side and dropped to the ground pathetically. You sagged as Pamela chuckled at you.

“Now, you’d better go pick that up! You know better than to leave a mess in my store.” Always the manager. Always scolding. You made your way around the counter to do as she asked. Instead, the customer from before picked up the trash ball and turned to you, a friendly smile on his face. 

“I got it.” 

Those amber eyes. That voice. A jolt went through your body. No matter how human he looked at the moment, you knew... You recognized the monster. You opened your mouth to scream; his eyes went wide and frantic, almost like how they looked when he attacked you. 

“No, wait. It’s okay! You’re okay, I promise. I just want to talk.” With each sentence, he drew closer and closer to you, hands up in surrender. 

“Talk?! With you?!” You gasped the words out, remembering how close his sharp claws were to your skull only just a week ago; how sharp his fangs felt against your neck. 

“Of course. I feel bad for scaring you like that, and I’ve come to apologize.” 

“Oh.”

He was close enough to smell now. It was a scent akin to black pepper and smoke - you found you didn’t like it. Could you trust him? Could you allow yourself to hear him speak, give him the opportunity to hurt you again?

“(Y/n)! Get your ass into the breakroom!” A pause, and then- “Now!” Pam had decided for you. 

You backed away from the man, or the monster, or whatever he was. 

“My manager.” You felt you had to explain, even though you definitely did not. He smiled sadly at you and nodded. 

“Sure, I’ll just wait out here.” 

Oh god, you hoped not. 

Pam grabbed you tight as soon as you stepped into the breakroom. Her face hardened as she whispered to you. 

“I recognized that bastard as soon as he showed his face. Police are on the way. We just have to sit tight in here and wait.” 

Pam’s face was a blend of anger, concern, and annoyance as she pulled you further into the breakroom. She pressed something cold and hard into your hands. You looked down and gaped at the small handgun that was now in your possession. 

“Pam, where did this come from?” Pam gave you a toothy grin that didn’t feel entirely trustworthy. 

“Woman’s gotta have a bit of protection! Especially with all the monsters in the world.” 

You grimaced at her choice of words. For a moment or two, it was silent, aside from her heavy breathing and the light music that was still playing throughout the store. You gently pulled away from Pam’s tight grip on your shoulders and smiled. 

“I'm just going to... see if he is still there.” 

“Like hell you are-” But you were already too far away for her to pull you back. She seethed as you reached the door, but let you take your own actions. Taking a deep breath, you inched the door open. This felt stupid. So incredibly stupid. Everything inside of you was screaming that this was a death wish, but there was also a small part of you that was.... curious, almost. 

Glancing into the store, you quickly found the man was sitting on the counter, studying a piece of beef jerky like it was the most puzzling thing in the world. Even sitting, he was incredibly tall. Easily 7 feet. 

Maybe it was the gun in your hands that installed confidence in you, but the next thing you knew, you were leaving the safety of the breakroom and heading toward the monster disguised as a man. Pam might have shouted after you, but it was all white noise. His gaze snapped to yours, and you lifted the gun to be steady with his heart. 

“Did you really come here just to apologize?” 

His amber eyes traced the shape of the gun in your hands but expressed no emotion aside from careful curiosity. 

“Yes.” 

“And you’re... not a human, right?” You sounded breathless and unsure, and the gun wavered in your hands, but you refused to back down at this moment. His lips thinned as he thought over his answer. If he said he wasn’t a monster, you’d let the police take him, and go back to living life normally. Everything would be okay. But if he said yes, if he told you that he was a monster....

“I’m not a human, correct.” He reached a hand up and hid his eyes from you momentarily. As his hand slid away, the same, monstrously large eyes you had seen once before were revealed to you. Your grip on the gun faltered; the two of you locked in eye contact. His hand covered his eyes again, and returned back to a more familiar, human shape. 

“Okay, wow.” You murmured. His lips quirked up into a small, reassuring smile. The sound of approaching sirens startled the both of you into moving. He was suddenly standing, looking in the direction of the wails with furrowed brows. You took a step closer. 

“It’s the cops. Um... You should go. They’re coming for you.” He barely acknowledged you as you spoke. You could see the tension in his shoulders and the way his fists clenched against his side, and you decided. Pocketing the gun, you rushed to his side. You gently grabbed his bicep, trying to force him to look at you. At this point, if he really wanted to hurt you, wouldn’t he have done it already?

“(Y/n), the hell are you doing?!” 

You flinched at Pam’s indignant yell. You couldn’t find it in yourself to turn away from the man to look at her. 

“Please just trust me, Pam! Cover for me, and I’ll explain everything later.” 

“Nuh uh, no way in hell I’m letting you leave with that monster!” At those words, both you and the man looked at her. She had the barrel of a shotgun firmly pointed at the tall being next to you, looking red and angry but very sure of herself. The sirens became even louder. This all felt like too much. Pam adjusted the gun to her shoulder, and suddenly, it felt like a barrel of air had pummeled into you. Hands curled tightly around your body and lifted you into a hard chest. 

It was dark. 

You were outside! You could still hear the sirens approaching, but you were no longer bathed by the white sheen of the convenience store lights. Something tapped against your outer thigh, and you forced yourself to focus. 

“I’m sorry... She was going to shoot me and end up hitting you in the process.” 

The monster smiled down at you, a gentle pink flush on his skin that didn’t match the situation. His hands curled tighter around you, pulling you even closer to his chest. Enormous, amber eyes. Flat, dark pink nose. Round fluffy ears. Yep, once again faced with the reality that this was definitely not human. But looking at him like this, while he was calm, made him look almost entirely different then from before. He was like a... cat. Maybe not a house cat, but perhaps a tiger, especially with the orange and black hair. 

“Are you like... a were-tiger?” 

He was silent, and then a giggle escaped him. Surprisingly charming. 

“Good guess! I’m a rakshasa, actually. My name is Surya.” You felt obliged to give him your name in turn. The two of you stood together quietly for a few moments, listening as the sirens in the distance faded into nothing. 

Taking a big gulp of air, you met his eyes and spoke, “My apartment is really close to here.” 

He smiled slowly and nodded. “We’ll head there then? So I can properly apologize.”

#monster x reader #rakshasa x reader #afab reader #male monster #surya #I wrote this back in june and forgot all about it until now #yikes #terato

[rednotebooksworld]

New House, Our House

male feline rakshasa (lukas)/fem!human!reader

NSFW drabble

contains: established relationship, unprotected s*x, biting kink (blood mentioned), oral s*x female receiving), fingering, non-human genitalia

Summary: you and Lukas move in together, protective sexy times ensue

A/n: this about to be shit, I’m sorry 😭

~***~

His tongue was rough against your skin as he licked a stripe up your neck. A gentle moan slipped through you lips from pleasure. A few seconds later you gasped when Lukas bit down onto your neck when he let go your blood seeped through the bite he left. He licked the blood away as you brushed you fingers through his fur.

“Kitty~,” You whimpered out.

He took his face out the crook of your neck, his yellow-green eyes looked at you, they were full of lust and desire though full of love for you.

“I’m sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?” He asked, his voice was husky and deep, it wasn’t his usual playful and boyish sounding voice.

“A bit. I didn’t know you were going to do that. Or that you bite for that matter.” You said to him.

Lukas hummed in response, his tail flicked around it brushing your bare leg. He kissed your neck, you could here him purr as his chest rumbled as he pressed against yours. He licked your neck again, then looked back up at you.

“Then let’s try something else~.” He purred as Lukas rubbed at your clit.

You moaned as a wave of pleasure rushed over you, you felt yourself tingle from excitement that your body was feeling. Being with Lukas made you feel on top of the world. You’ve made love before but this felt different. Maybe it was the fact that the two of you are living together now and Lukas wanted to take advantage of that fact though you didn’t mind. It felt good.

“Ah~! Faster, Lu~.” You moaned.

You hear him growl as his head went between your legs removing his fingers much to your dismay until he licked a strip up your pussy, his nose bumping your clit in the process. You tugged at his fur as you moaned, vibrations going through you as Lukas hummed in pleasure from you, pulling and tugging at his fur. He rubbed the the inside of your thigh, squeezing them a bit as he did so.

As he continued to lick and suck at your pussy, his tail curled around your ankle, his barbed cock was hard as it poked your thigh. He pulled away from your pussy. Your hole clenched, missing his tongue. You whimpered.

“Don’t worry, babe,” Lukas whispered. “I’ll replace my tongue with something better~.” He purred.

He moved to line up with your entrance, he kissed you, this time it was more passionate than lust fulled. He pulled away to look at you, caressing your cheek with his fur-covered paw then he pushed into you. You cried out in pleasure as your through your head back, one hand gripping the sheets on the bed and the other gripping his shoulder.

After waiting for a bit for you to adjust to him, Lukas started thrusting in and out first at a slow pace but then he quickened his pace, pounding into your pussy, growling as he grunted from pleasure as you moaned sweetly from under him.

“Ah~! So good~! Lukas~!” He smiled hearing his name mewl lewdly from your mouth that purrs rumbled in his chest burying his face in your neck as kept his fast pace, thrusting into as he bit your shoulder. You groaned from the pain though you felt it added to the pleasure as you felt your stomach knot feeling your climax edging closer.

“Mmm~! I’m-I’m cumming~! Ah!” You exclaimed to him.

“M-Me too~.” He purred lowly.

As soon as you came, Lukas wasn’t far behind you as he pulled out and he came on your stomach and breasts as you were breathing heavily. He licked your cheek and your shoulder.

“I love you, babe.” He whispered into your ear. He smiled as his tail that uncurled itself from your ankle, swished around happily like a dog. You smiled back, reaching up to pet his cheek.

“I love you, Lu.”

#minors dni #monster #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monster romance #monster x human #tag: mxf #feline rakshasa #red’s oc #red’s oc: lukas #monster smut #monster fucker #drabble

[monster-disaster]

[lion rakshasa] Dain

lion rakshasa!Dain x human!Reader Good to know: shower smut

Summary: Dain's night continues.

The bar on the ground floor of the hotel is still lively and busy despite the late hours. Humans and monsters enjoy the slow music in the background, drinking and chatting. As you turn your head away from the tables around you, your gaze lands on the tall windows. You can see the glinting stars in the night sky above the dark silhouettes of the sand dunes. You can still barely believe you are here. You heard about the resort before, but you never thought you would ever have the reason to come here.

Your attention turns back to your best friend and her fiancé. They sit next to each other in front of you on the other side of the round table. Their gazes scan the room every now and again, pausing on someone behind you. You don't turn to see who they are watching. Their matching smiles tell you everything you need to know.

"Careful," you hum knowingly. "There will be no wedding tomorrow if you two don't show up in time." Your friend scoffs, with a giddy smile playing on her red lips. "We will be there." Her fiancé kisses the soft curve of her bare shoulder in agreement.

By now, it's just you and them at the table. Your other friends have already left for the night.

"Well, guys, I better get going too," you tell them. "Tomorrow will be a long day, and as I see, you already have other plans." "Are you mad?" Your friend tears her eyes away from the stranger behind you. Worry glints in her dark eyes. "Of course not," you smile at her reassuringly. "I will see you guys tomorrow." "Bye."

Grabbing your purse, you leave the bar and your friends behind.

The entrance hall of the hotel is calm, with dim lights and muffled sounds coming from the bar. The receptionist sits at the counter, reading a magazine with a bored expression. Her black hair hides half of her face. You are sure she is not a human, but no matter how much you stare at her, you can't see the signs of her true form.

The opening and closing of the entrance door draw your attention away from the woman to a male rakshasa only in a towel around his waist. His posture is relaxed, and his movements are lazy as he stops next to you, waiting for the elevator. You can only guess where he spent his night from his still-damp fur and the scent of lotions lingering around him. Your eyes wander all over his body without your noticing. His mane is a few shades darker than the fur on the rest of his body. The thick hair does nothing to hide his broad shoulders. His upper body is a mix of muscles and fat with a bit of a belly. Seeing the width of his arms and legs, you have no question about his strength. When your gaze runs back up to his face, the male is already watching you from the corner of his eyes. The black line of his lips pulls into a soft, lazy curve as he smiles.

"Good night?" You break the silence when it starts to become too awkward. "And it gets better," he replies, letting his eyes fall on your cleavage. The small, black cocktail dress you wear leaves nothing to the imagination. "You seem too sure," you reply, letting your lips pull into a smirk. "Am I?" He asks. The elevator softly dings next to you, but none of you move to get in. He focuses on you while you stare up at him, excited.

If your friends let themselves have a fun night before their wedding, you can enjoy some company too. Especially since you are almost sure your roommate is busy with a harpy.

The rakshasa leans closer. The soothing scent of the oils fills your nostrils. "The masseur just sucked my cock not even half an hour ago," he says, smirking. "But I'm ready for another round, sweetheart." "Are you sure it won't fall off?" You tease. "You have to find out."

Biting your bottom lip, you think about his offer. In other circumstances, you would be pissed. He is too confident and crude. Somebody just sucked him off, and he is ready to jump on you. The calm satisfaction of his post-orgasm rakes off his body.

"Where is your room?" You ask him, crossing your arms in front of your chest, waiting. Lifting his arm, he lets you into the elevator first. The metal box seems even smaller with his big figure next to yours.

Well, even though you would reject him on any other day, today, you decide otherwise. You are in the middle of a desert at a nice resort that's famous for its sexual freedom. One more night after the wedding, and you have to go home and continue your life. You will never see the male again, so you are allowed to have some fun.

The elevator stops with another ding, and the male leads you out to his room with his hand on the small of your back. "The name is Dain, by the way," he breaks the silence, turning the key in the lock. "Amy," you reply.

The moment the door of his room closes behind you, he just tugs on the towel around his waist and lets the fabric fall to the ground. Your jaw falls in surprise as you force your gaze away from his already half-hard erection.

"You are not shy, are you?" You ask him, staring at the white ceiling. "Well, you will see me anyway, no?" He asks. "Besides, if I don't wash the oil off my fur, it will be a pain in the ass tomorrow." "Okay," you nod. Understandable. "Then I will just wait here?" You start to fidget in awkwardness. Usually, you are not up for one-night stands, and this is the reason why. You don't know him. You don't know what he likes and dislikes. You are not comfortable enough around him to know what to do. The few times you let yourself go with a stranger, you were tipsy with much more confidence and carelessness. "Or you can join me?" He suggests watching you from the entrance of the bathroom. "Or if you changed your mind, I understand, you know? You don't have to do anything." Hearing his reassuring words makes your gaze drop back to him. He fills out the door frame with his broad figure. His fur shines under the light of the room. "A shower sounds good," you tell him at the end, reaching back to the zipper of your dress to get rid of your clothes. When you look back at him, naked, the smirk is back on his face. "I'm glad," he says, staring at your breasts without shame. He licks one of his sharp teeth, making your thighs clench with anticipation. "Come on, then, sweetheart."

You follow him to the bathroom and under the shower. Soon, the sound of the water coming from the showerhead fills the room, and you find yourself almost pressed against his body. "It's smaller than I thought," you state. "I don't complain," Dain grins, looking at you. The tip of his hard cock grazes your belly. It's hot and heavy on your skin. "Do you need help?" You ask him, watching him wash his front, making sure his mane stays dry the whole time. "Could you wash my back?" He asks. "Sure," you reply, soaping your hand before he turns his back to you, and you get to work on his fur. "And your mane?" "It's fine. It would take forever to dry it."

Your fingers brush through his now wet fur. You can feel the oil under your touch, and bubbles appear, following the way of your hands on his back. His posture is relaxed as he lets the warm water wash down his body.

Silence settles between you two, and slowly but surely, you calm down too. You find enjoyment in taking care of his fur. You let your hand smooth over his sides, reaching his front. Your bare chest is pressed against his back. Exploring his upper body, the water soaks you, too, cocooning you in a steamy warmth. The scent of the oil and his shampoo mix in your nostrils.

"Let me turn around," Dain says, and when you do, he pours more soap into his large hands and starts to wash your hair. He massages your scalp, curling your hair around his fingers. Your lips fall open with a sigh, and your eyes close for long seconds. "You are good at this," you hum. "I'm good at a lot of things," he replies, moving his hand down your body. He rubs your muscles, caresses your skin, and flicks your nipples. You pamper each other for a long time, not caring about his erection between your bodies. "Spread your legs," he says, and you do. His thick fingers slide over your pussy, opening you up and making sure you are wet enough before finding your entrance. Your own hold on his wide shoulders tightens as he pushes into you. "Fuck," you gasp out. "Good?" The male hums close to your ear. His breath fans over the curve of your neck. "You have a tight cunt." "You are really crude," you laugh breathlessly. "Is it bothering you?" He asks. Tease rings in his deep voice. "Should I shut up? Or do you want to hear me saying how much I want to fuck this cunt until you can't walk?" His words go straight to your pussy. Something cramps in your belly. "Answer me, Amy," he continues. "Maybe I shouldn't tell you how your pussy will soak my cock as I drive inside you, fucking you into the wall until you can think of nothing but my cock in your tight channel." "I want to hear it," you cry out when he curls his finger inside you, rubbing your walls and stretching you out. "That's what I thought," Dain grins. "I can feel it. What made you so wet? My words or my finger? Maybe the sight of my big cock?" "All of it," you reply. Your fingers pull on his fur to tug him closer. "Fuck me, Dain. I'm ready." "Then turn around and show me your ass," he orders.

Facing the wall, you brace your palms against the tiles. Your legs are still open, and your ass is pushed out. Your nipples are hard, swollen pebbles after his teasing tugs and rubs. The shampoo from your hair flows down the curve of your back.

"I want to bite this ass so much," Dain grunts, groping your ass. His fingers dig into your flesh, parting your cheeks and staring at your holes with hunger. A satisfied purr leaves his chest at the sight. You can feel the sound on the walls, in your bones, between your legs. "Later?" You ask, even though the memory of his sharp teeth awakes something inside you. Dain, without replying, steps closer until you can feel the tip of his cock nudging your folds and slapping your clit. The rakshasa takes his time, coating himself in your wetness. "Brace yourself," he warns you, adjusting himself at your entrance and slowly, but surely pushing inside you. He doesn't stop to let you get used to his size until he is fully inside. "Oh, god," you groan breathlessly. Your nails graze the wall. "You are big." "And you are tight," he tells you. "So fucking tight." His voice is breathless. Your walls hug his length, sucking him in even more. His balls jerk at the feeling. "Fuck me," you moan, pushing your hips out against him even more. The muscles in your arms tense as you brace yourself against the wall. The male rakshasa still feels big in your pussy, but the slight burn of your hole is pleasurable and drives you to want more. Much more.

Dain grabs your hips, with an almost bruising strength as he pulls you back on his cock. He starts to fuck you against the wall. He thrusts in and out of you with such a speed that leaves you breathless. The wet, slapping sound of your bodies fills the small room. One of his hands runs up on the front of your body, grabbing your breast in his vice hold. "Fuck," he groans against your shoulder. His teeth graze your skin. "You feel so good." "Don'tstopdon'tstop," you moan. "Oh my god!" He reaches every part inside you that makes you see stars on the white walls. The only things that keep you on your feet are his arms around your body. "Cum for me, Amy," he growls, snapping his hips against your ass. "Make a mess on my cock." He uses your hole to the point it's almost painful. He pushes you higher and higher until you fall over the edge with a loud scream. Your walls tighten and flutter around his cock, sucking him into you for his seed. The feel of your pussy cumming around him makes the male growl. You can feel the deep rumble on your back as his chest presses you into the wall. Your knees buckle, and Dain has to catch you at the last moment. "I'm not done with you yet," he laughs, hauling you up with his cock still inside you. "And after I paint your ass with my cum, I have a seat for you on my face."

You only hope you won't be late for your friends' wedding tomorrow.

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[daydreaming-en-pointe]

╰┈➤ i won’t sleep till you’re safe inside.

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x Sister!Reader (platonic obviously)

Type: Fanfic - Fluff -> Angst

Word count: 8.5k (🫢🤯)

Warnings: NOT CANON-COMPLIANT! (I’ll make a list of everything that’s probably not canon but is for this fic) colour-coordinated dialogues to make it easier to understand who’s talking, starts out fluffy but evolves into angst, cussing, reader is desi, usage of Hindi (translations given, except for the Sheila Ki Jawani song), hahaha culturedumping & projection go hand in hand 😭

Some Goldenmodel (is that their official ship name??) too! (pls they’re literally so cute 🫠🫠)

A/N: Basically where Pavi loses his sister instead of Gayathri :D

The numbers at the top of every section indicate Pavitr and the reader’s age respectively (reader is older than Pavi) :)

Andddd the Pavitr Bhim Prabhakar hc continues 😁

Probably (Definitely) Non-Canon List:

-reader’s existence basically since she’s the daughter of Maya Aunty and Uncle Bhim (so she’s not technically his sister she’s his cousin but close enough!)

-I actually have NO idea how Pavi’s parents died or anything abt them so I’m basically making stuff up hehe

-Reader also gets the scholarship to Mumbattan that Pavitr got, but for a different subject

-kinda waffling on Bhim’s death since I’ve never actually read the comic where he died so idk much of anything

-Reader helps Pavi make his webshooters (kinda)

-Pav may be a teensy bit ooc I apologize for that

-there’s probably a lot more but none I can pinpoint specifically right now

(this is the song that Pav sings btw)

title inspo:

Will you call me to tell me you’re alright?

Cause I worry about you the whole night

Don’t repeat my mistakes

I won’t sleep till you’re safe inside

(Safe Inside, James Arthur)

——— ———

4 & 6.

“Didi!”

You stifled a giggle, peeking out from behind the tree you were hiding behind to see the tiny boy scrambling over rocks and protruding tree roots, his eyes squinted in concentration as he searched for you.

“Come out, come out wherever you- ai!” He cut himself off with a sharp squeal of surprise, stumbling backwards as you leaped out and bared your teeth like the demonic rakshasas that seem to lunge right off the pages of your mother’s - Pavitr’s aunt’s - mythology books.

“Not fair,” Pavitr complained, glaring up at you and crossing his arms. His nose scrunched at the injustice and you laughed, sticking your tongue out at him and ruffling his hair.

“Totally fair.”

“Nahin! Pura cheating! Didi, tum hamesha dhokha deti ho!” (No! Fully cheating! You always cheat!)

“Oy, Pavi, main kaise dhokha de rahi hai? What nonsense you’re talking.” (How am I cheating?)

“I’m telling Maya Aunty that you’re being mean to me.”

“Wait-”

“Arrey, both of you stop squabbling and come up here,” Maya Aunty’s voice carried down into the lawn from the veranda as she poked her head out of the kitchen. “I made gajar ka halwa. Come eat before Bhim gets back and finishes everything.”

Pavitr’s eyes lit up at the mention of the carrot dessert, all earlier frustrations forgotten for the moment. “Race you!” He turned and darted across the lawn, his hair bobbing as he kicked up clouds of dirt under his shoes.

“Pavi, how is this fair?!”

——— ———

6 & 8.

“Didi! Checkmate! I win!”

“Ai, Pavi, that’s not… chess doesn’t work like…” He turned to you with big, shining eyes, grinning from ear to ear because he thought he had won. You trailed off with a resigned sigh, not having the heart to tell him that he had just got his own king killed.

“Wow, Pavi, you’re getting so good at this! You’re a natural!” You ruffled his hair affectionately, despite his protests and attempts to fight you off.

“Y/N! Yahaan aao!” (Come here)

You immediately perked up, eyebrows drawing together as you heard your mother’s voice, only… something was off. She sounded like she was holding back tears, the beginnings of a raw sob lingering in her throat.

“Haan, Amma? Kya hua?” (Yes? What happened?) (Amma/Maa just means mother)

She sat hunched next to the balcony, a phone in her slack grip. Your father - Pavitr’s Uncle Bhim - knelt with his back to you, holding her and rubbing her shoulders comfortingly. Tears fell from her eyes and the only sounds that split the air were her jagged heaves between soft sniffles.

“Amma? Papa, what happened to Amma?” Unease twisted in your stomach, knitting your eyebrows closer together as you moved forward and grasped your mother’s hand.

Your father turned to look at you and you inhaled sharply.

That was the first time you had ever seen your father cry.

“Pavitr’s parents were involved in an accident,” He struggled to keep his tone even for you.

“An accident? You mean…”

“Yes, beta. They’re… they’re gone.”

Your breath hitched and you backed away slightly, steadying yourself against the wall behind you.

You didn’t know much about what happened - and it would probably stay like that since you were ‘too young to bother yourself with the worries of the adult world - but you knew one thing for sure.

This is going to break Pavi.

I can’t let that happen.

You heard soft patters of bare feet on the marble floors and looked up just as Pavitr’s dark hair disappeared to the side of the doorframe.

Not trusting yourself to speak without breaking down mid-speech, you got up and left without a word, patting your mother’s hand sympathetically on the way.

You found Pavitr sitting against the tree you used to play hide and seek around. He pulled his knees to his chest, resting his forehead on his kneecaps and raising his head when you approached. “What happened, Didi?”

You grasped at words that would help convey it, but to no avail. How could you tell a 6 year old - one who was essentially a brother to you now - that his parents had died?

You had two ways out.

…I should tell him.

“Pavi… Maya Aunty will explain, but… basically, you’re going to be spending a lot more time with us - with me. How does that sound?”

Pavitr grinned, his eyes shining - and of course he had to look like a trusting puppy. Of course it had to make you feel guilty the moment those words, a romanticized version of the truth, left your lips.

“That sounds awesome,” He said happily, half-turning to wrap his arms snugly around your waist in a hug. “We’ll have so much fun! You can finally teach me how to play kancha and lagori like you’ve been wanting to! Right, Didi?”

“…yeah. You’re right.” You leaned down to kiss the top of his head as he nestled comfortably against your side, the strands of hair tickling your chin as you rested your head on his. You felt tears starting to well up as the depth of the situation hit you at full force.

Kaayar. Coward.

——— ———

9 & 11.

“Didi!”

You looked up from your schoolwork as Pavitr burst into your room. “What’s going on?”

“Maya Aunty said there’s some sort of… scholarship? They said we have to go to Mumbattan!” Your eyes shot wide open and you pushed your chair back from your desk to follow him into the kitchen. What scholarship? Mumbattan?

Maya Aunty had told you both that she had submitted samples of your writing and a few of Pavitr’s blueprints for futuristic designs he had come up with for various robotics competitions, but… you never thought the entry would ever amount to anything.

“Amma, Papa, yeh sach hai? Did we get a scholarship to Mumbattan?” (Is this true?)

“Haan, beta.” Your mother looked slightly tired, weary - but ultimately happy. The happiest you had seen her in quite a while. Your father patted your head affectionately, a large smile on his face. “Well done, both of you. Mere champions.” (My champions)

The moment dissipated like it was never there in the first place when Maya Aunty’s eyebrows scrunched together with worry once more as she turned to Uncle Bhim. “Arrey, Bhim. Hum kaise kharch uthayenge? Mumbattan mei, woh kiraaya-” (How will we afford this? The rent in Mumbattan-)

The moment you heard those words, you let out a soft exhale and took Pavitr’s hand, gently tugging on it and leading him away from the ‘adult’ conversation. By now, you were almost conditioned to do your best to avoid conversations that always got your parents stressed out and sometimes led to frustrated breakdowns which simmered into tearful apologies and doubtful plans.

“Let’s go play kancha, Pavi. I’ll even let you start this time.”

You ran out onto the lawn with him, your hand holding onto his smaller one tightly as if you could protect him from all the harm and sadness and worry that the world had to offer.

——— ———

11 & 13.

“Didi!”

“Don’t didi me. You agreed to this, remember? You brought this upon yourself,” You said between giggles that got increasingly louder at how ridiculous he looked.

Maya Aunty and Bhim Uncle were both out buying groceries, and Pavitr was so bored that he accepted your challenge to see who could balance more than five stones on their forehead. And if he lost, you would get to do his hair and makeup.

That was why he was currently sitting in front of you, bright pink eyeshadow on both his eyelids and wearing the brightest red lipstick you could find. He winced in pain, loudly protesting every two seconds as you tried to put his wavy hair into a Dutch braid. He had let it grow out over the past few months, and at the rate he was going, if he left it for even a little while more it’d be longer than yours.

“You need a haircut, Pavi. I think you might be getting split ends…” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the expression of pure horror that crossed his face at your words, which quickly turned to annoyance. “Shut up, you’re just saying that because you’re jealous- ow!”

“Whoops.”

“You did that on purpose.”

“Did not.” You looped a rubber band onto the ends of the braid, finally finishing and tilting your head to critically examine your handiwork. “There, you’re all done.”

Pavitr glanced at his reflection in the compact mirror you offered him. “Wait, I don’t look that bad. I can pull this off pretty well, actually.”

“Sure you can, sweetie. Let’s do your nails now.”

“You’re the absolute worst.”

——— ———

12 & 14.

“Didi! Rise and shine!”

You groaned softly, turning over onto your side. “Get out.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet and definitely not a prime example of you being mean to your younger brother. Seriously though, we have to get going soon for school.” He expertly dodged the spare pillow you threw at him, deciding to kneel by your bedside and stare you in the eyes like some psychotic cat.

“Not everyone’s a morning person, Pavi. Besides, it’s 6 in the damn morning. Come back in another hour.”

Pavitr didn’t respond, just started humming a tune and tapping out a familiar beat on your bedside table, using two pencils from your desk’s mug of stationery as makeshift drumsticks.

“I know you want it but you’re never gonna get it, tere haath kabhi na aani…”

Your eyes shot open as you recognized the song. “No, Pavi, I swear to God-”

“Maane na maane koi duniya yeh saari, mere ishq ki hai deewani…” Stifling laughter, he backed out of range before you could smack some sense into him with another pillow.

“Pavitr! Stop!” You chucked a pillow at him, sitting up and staring at him in utter astonishment at his song choices.

“Kisi aur ki mujhko zaroorat kya, main toh khud se pyaar jataun! What’s my name, what’s my name, what’s my name…?”

“Pavitr Bhim Prabhakar, if you don’t stop singing that song right now-” You lunged forward, trying to grab him and muffle the lyrics of the Bollywood song he was singing - granted, he wasn’t a terrible singer, and in fact he could sing in Hindi quite well, but out of every song he could’ve chosen… this? “By the way, you missed a few lines, but that’s not the point! Stop it!”

“My name is Sheila! Sheila ki jawani! I’m too sexy for you, mei tere hath na aani-”

Chaos ensued in the next few seconds. Pavitr, who had been running around your room doing whatever choreography he could remember from the scene with that particular song in the movie you had both watched, tripped on the fallen pillow and fell flat on his face.

You had been chasing him around and tripped over him, rolling over and landing beside him. Luckily, you managed to break your fall with your palms.

“How’d the ground taste, hmm?” You asked, offering a hand to help him up.

“You’re mean,” Pavitr complained, taking your hand and pulling himself up. You fixed his slightly ruffled hair, a little surprised at how soft it was. Was he already going through the phase of being obsessed with how he looked?

“Yeah, well. You’re in my room at 6 am singing one of the sluttiest Bollywood songs you know, so… you’ll live, buttercup.” You gave his head a rough pat, turning to reluctantly make your bed - might as well, since you were already awake - as he hovered over your shoulder with a grin.

“But hey, it did get you up, didn’t it?”

——— ———

13 & 15.

“Didi! Where are you? I need to tell you something!”

“…I don’t understand. What are you saying?” You felt so paralyzed that you didn’t even register your brother’s voice. Instead you stared at the person you thought was your boyfriend, dangerously quiet. The calm before the storm. He shifted uncomfortably, fiddling with his sleeve and clearing his throat.

“Um, I think we should break up. I’ve kind of been… seeing another girl. Shreya.”

You were careful to keep your expression neutral, crossing your arms to prevent you from worrying at your nails. “For how long?”

“Uh, I-”

“How. Long. It’s a simple question.”

“Five months.”

“Son of a bitch.” You kept your voice low, sweeping a hand towards the door. “The exit’s there. Leave.”

“Listen, I’m really-”

“Get out. I’m serious. Get the fuck out of here before I make you do so.”

He stopped and stared at you for a few seconds, realizing just how angry you were.

“Okay. Well, it was… good seeing you, I guess. I hope you-”

“Didi?”

This time you heard Pavitr call you, soft hesitancy in his voice that carried into the room from the other side of the door. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, Pavi, I’m fine. You can come in.” You covered the cracks in the screens of overly pleasant tones that you layered over your voice so as to make sure he didn’t worry.

He quickly entered your room, and from the way he glared daggers at your now-ex-boyfriend you assumed he had heard everything - or at least, a large chunk of the conversation.

“Hey there, buddy.”

He had the nerve to smile and hold his knuckles out for a fist bump. Truth be told, you felt a sort of bitter satisfaction when Pavitr just glared up at him and didn’t bother lifting his hand to return it.

“Fuck off.”

“What?”

His eyes widened slightly and traveled from the harsh scowl fixed on Pavitr’s face to your dangerously calm demeanour.

“You heard him, didn’t you?”

“I… yeah. I’m going. See you around.”

You followed him with your eyes as he inched toward the door, shutting it behind him.

The moment he left, your unbothered façade cracked and splintered into pieces. You moved yourself to sit on your bed, slipping the covers over your legs. “Thank you,” You murmured to Pavitr, closing your eyes so he wouldn’t see the tears threatening to spill. He came over to sit beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Mat rouoh didi. Hum ek movie dekhenge?” (Don’t cry didi. Wanna watch a movie?)

“Haan, please. As long as it’s not Tees Maar Khan, I am not watching that again with you. I’ve had enough of that Sheila ki Jawani. Wait, Pavi, you said you wanted to tell me something?”

“…that’s not important right now, don’t worry about it.”

You didn’t notice him anxiously trying to peel off the edge of the blanket that was stubbornly sticking to the pads of fingers.

——— ———

A week later.

It had happened so suddenly. No one seemed to know anything.

Well, except the fact that your father had died somehow.

I know we fought a lot more in… in the end, but I love you. I always have and I always will, Papa. You made me who I am today, you taught me to know my own worth and accept no less. Believe me, I think about it every day. If you were here I’d tell you.

You wished you could say that out loud, to offer everyone present a window into your thoughts to prove you weren’t just an angsty teenager - or a family disappointment, which a few aunties seemed to believe by the way they were whispering and shooting overly sympathetic looks your way which were quickly followed up by hushed giggles.

But instead you kept your head down and used what little energy you could muster to give a nod of acknowledgement every time a distant relative - even ones you hadn’t seen since you were a baby - popped up in your face to console you.

“Where’s Pavitr? Did he come to the antyesti?” You jumped; you hadn’t noticed your mother hovering beside you until she laid a light hand on your shoulder. She seemed to move around like a spectre; dressed completely in a simple white salwaar kameez with a long white shawl wrapped around her in such a way that it obscured both her arms and her hair, along with part of her face.

“No, I don’t think so - at least, I haven’t seen him.” You looked over her shoulder at the priests starting to get everything prepared for the ceremony and searched the crowds of vaguely familiar people.

Where the hell is he?

Getting the priests to agree to Pavitr - who wasn’t exactly Bhim’s son but the closest thing to it - leading the rituals was hard enough. But then again, it wasn’t like they had much of a choice, did they? You couldn’t exactly do it - the rituals of an antyesti were to be performed by the eldest son. Or the priests themselves, if he couldn’t do it for any reason. Never a woman.

You and Maya Aunty weren’t allowed to do anything except watch and pray.

And now if Pavitr didn’t show up in time-

Thwip! Thwip!

You frowned and shook your head slightly, wondering what the source of that noise was. Oh, well, probably just a pesky mosquito buzzing in your ear.

“Didi, Maya Aunty, I am so, so sorry that I’m late. Did they start already?” You jumped again in surprise - what was it with people sneaking up behind you today? You took in Pavitr’s crisp white dhoti and neatly styled hair, and for a second you couldn’t decide whether to hug him or punch him in the face.

“I’ll tell you everything later, didi. Pinky promise,” Pavitr murmured to you, offering his pinky to you. You linked your little finger with his, looking into his eyes as concern bubbled up to mix with the hurricane of emotions already clamouring for attention in your brain.

He had horrible bags under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept properly in a week. And when you gently squeezed his pinky, his breath hitched as if he was in pain and he drew his hand back after a few seconds. You blinked in confusion, getting a brief glimpse of painful-looking faint purple splotches all along his hand and the underside of his arm. They looked like bruises that had been poorly covered up by foundation that was almost three shades too light for his skin, but before you could say anything he turned to make his way through the crowd.

“Pavi-” You started to ask what was going on, what happened, what was wrong, but he just shook his head, angling his chin toward the priests waiting patiently for him.

“Badh mein, didi. Antyesti ke badh.” (Later. After the antyesti)

——— ———

After the ceremony.

“Pavitr Prabhakar, if you don’t tell me what’s going on-” You came face-to-face with one of your more distant aunties, who immediately lit up excitedly in a way that was probably not suited for a cremation ceremony as soon as she recognized you.

“Arrey, beta! You’ve grown so much! How old are you now? You still sing, no? Kya aapne college ke bare socha hain?” (Have you thought/started thinking about college?)

“Haha… hi, aunty… no, aunty… no, I haven’t thought about college yet… have you seen Pavitr anywhere? I need to find him and it’s really urgent but… oh, uh… yes, of course, I would love to catch up over chai sometime. Sure, we should plan that - oh, sorry, bye! Tell my mother that I’ve gone to look for Pavitr, okay? Thank you!”

Seizing the opportunity that presented itself in the form of another aunty who came waddling over to greet the first one, you squeezed through the crowd of people in sarees and dupattas, some milling about and some dispersing, all accompanied by the almost suffocating smell of jasmine. God, did everyone use the same horrible perfume?

Luckily for you, the antyesti was held fairly close to your house - on a large terrace that was only about a 15 minute walk away.

You got to the front door and fumbled with the set of keys in your pocket for a second, your fingers shaking slightly as the shock and grief began to set in. Adrenaline could only take you so far, it seemed.

“Pavi? Pavi, I’m home, where-”

You opened the door to your room and inhaled sharply at the sight that lay before you. Pavitr leaned against your bed, sitting on the floor with his knees hugged close to his chest, chin resting on his kneecaps. His eyes were squeezed shut, eyelashes fluttering as tears slipped out one after another from underneath them.

“Pavi…? Oh, Pavi, mera chhoti bhai, kya hua? Kisi ne… tumhein chot pahunchaee?” (My little brother, what happened? Did… someone hurt you?) You scooted closer to Pavitr, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and drawing him into your side. He buried his face in your shoulder, tears soaking through the thin fabric of the kurta you were wearing.

“Shh. Sab theek ho jayega. Mujhe batao, Pavi. Kya hua?” (Everything’s okay. Tell me, what happened?)

“I’m Spider-Man.”

You blinked in surprise. Out of all the possible explanations he could have offered you, that was certainly not on your list. “Spider-Man? Matlab… the superhero?” (Matlab means meaning)

The hero had emerged only a week ago. Wearing an intricately patterned mask that left his wavy hair loose at the top, a blue-and-red spandex suit and blue dhoti pants on top of them, he was basically impossible to ignore. You had seen some key similarities between Spider-Man and Pav’s hair, but you had always just assumed it was related to how boys cut their hair like their idols sometimes.

“Chacha died because of Spider-Man. Because of me. He got caught in the crossfire and I couldn’t reach him in time and-” Pavitr’s words spilled together in a panicked haze, blurring each syllable and tripping over letters in an attempt to get them out before he could break again. (Chacha is another word for uncle)

You shifted to face him, wrapping him in a tight hug. “Shaant ho jao. Main yahaan hoon. Main kaheen nahin ja raha hoon.” (Calm down. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere)

“I can’t-” His breath quickened as his whole body started to heave with dry sobs. “Please just… just listen to me. This is what I wanted to tell you last week. I’m Spider-Man.”

He mistook your silence as a sign of disbelief and carried on speaking, trying to convince you. “There were these bullies I was running from, and I tripped and fell into a tree hollow and there was this yogi who said he’d give me the powers of a spider to fight the evil in this world, and I didn’t know it would turn out like this so I accepted and-”

“I believe you.”

That caught him off guard. He pulled back to look at you, his eyes wide. “You do?”

“Of course. You think I haven’t noticed you sticking to everything? You almost ripped the couch’s upholstery clean off because you weren’t paying attention.” You gently swiped your thumb near the corner of his eye, wiping away the tear that was at risk of spilling out. “It’s okay, Pavi. Let’s.. talk about something else for the moment.”

As much as you wanted answers - how exactly had your father died? Which sick, twisted, psychotic ‘villain’ killed him? - you knew when to stop pushing Pavitr and now was definitely that time. Tears still shone in the corners of his brown eyes, not quite ready to fall but not small enough to be blinked away.

“Spiderwebs!”

“What?”

“You need spiderwebs, naa? So you can swing like a spider instead of leaping around and relying on sticking to whatever surface you can reach. Ooh, it’d be so cool if you could shoot them from your hands and lasso bad guys and when they fight back you go dishoom dishoom.” (dishoom is basically just a sound effect for beating someone up 😭 usually punching someone)

“… you mean webshooters?” Pavitr watched your emphatic display of just what dishoom dishoom meant to you with a mildly concerned look on his face before he took a folded up piece of paper out of his pocket and smoothed it out. It was filled with designs for some sort of gadget, the sharp, jagged pencil lines highlighting every feature and listing possible building processes.

“I’ve done some research and I’ve got everything, so I know how to make it. But I need something that can contract if I wrap a web around it… kind of like a yo-yo? But it also has to fit on my wrist so that it’s easy for me to angle where I want the web to go.” He absentmindedly tapped the pencil against the silver bangle you were wearing. The soft clinks gave you an idea and you quickly got up, going to your dresser and rummaging around in the drawers.

“Wait, I think I might have something that’ll work…”

Your fingers closed around what you were looking for and you fished it out. You held two large golden cuffs in your hands, but they weren’t regular heavy cuffs. The top and bottom were actually two separate pieces, joined together in the middle by a stretchy piece of white nylon that went all the way around.

Just looking at it made your heart ache a little as all the memories associated with the simple accessory came flooding back.

Your father had given it to you a few Diwalis ago, when you were throwing a tantrum about having to wear the large bangles to go to with the itchy salwar you had on - against your wishes, of course. But your mother warned you that her mother was a stickler for traditions and insisted on everyone wearing the most colourful ethnic wear you all had, including Pavi.

Your father had slid one of the cuffs onto your right wrist, laughing gently at your surprise look when you discovered how light they were, a stark contrast to the gold bangles that weighed down your other wrist.

“Compromise paaya, hain na?” (We’ve found a compromise, right?)

“Haan, papa.”

Now, more than eight years later, you held one of the last things you had left to keep your father’s memory alive.

And what better way to honour him than to use his kaadas to fight evil and protect the city?

“Use these.”

Pavitr looked up and immediately shook his head, gently pushing away your outstretched hands. “No, didi, I can’t- this is what Uncle gave you-”

“I know. He gave them to me as a gift. And now I’m passing them down to you. Please, Pavi. Take them.” You took his hands, pressing the kaadas into his palms and closing his fingers over them.

Something in your tone made him search your gaze for a few seconds before giving in and bringing the cuffs up to his eyes, testing out the nylon middle. “Wait, this is perfect. If I can just…”

He reached into the depths of one of your drawers and pulled out a small device that looked like it had some sort of fluid sloshing around in its… fuel container, maybe? You furrowed your brow in surprise. “Has that always been there? In my cupboard?”

“Well, yeah. Can’t have Maya Aunty accidentally pulling it out of mine, can we?” He gave you a grin. “Besides, you have so many things stuffed into that one drawer that it’s basically impossible to find.”

He attached the device to the inside of the cuff with a small click and slipped it onto his wrist.

Thwip! Thwip!

With two tiny flicks of his wrist, he had shot two webs to the ceiling and was now hanging upside down, a satisfied grin on his face.

“Well, this is working pretty well-”

Thud.

“Don’t you dare,” Pavitr warned you as he winced and rubbed the spot where he had fallen on his backside.

“I will not laugh. I will not laugh. I will not-”

You couldn’t help but burst into giggles at his mildly pathetic sad-puppy expression as he sat dejectedly on the floor after falling from the ceiling.

“So, uh… the web strength may need some work.”

“Everybody, this is Pavitr Bhim Prabhakar, Mumbattan’s Spider-Man.” You pretend to speak into an imaginary microphone, gesturing animatedly towards Pav as he lay on the floor.

“Oh, sure, announce it to the whole world, why don’t you,” He grumbled, reluctantly pulling himself to his feet.

You gave him an overly sweet smile, leaning over to mess up his hair. “Never. I’m gonna take this secret with me to my grave.”

——— ———

14 & 16.

6 months really went by quickly.

6 months of monthly poojas to honour your deceased father. 6 months of Pavitr being Spider-Man. And also…

“Didi! Why isn’t my hair staying down?!”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because that bad guy threw you into an electricity tower? Pavi, why are you dressing up all of a sudden anyway?” You sat on the floor of your room as you skeptically watched him brush out his hair. He had insisted that your mirror was big enough and ‘had the best lighting’.

He stayed silent, though you could see him scrunch his nose a little in embarrassment. The realization hit you and you let out a loud - maybe overly dramatic - gasp.

“Oh my god! You have a date!”

“…maybe. So?”

“So that means I get to meet and terrorize them! You know, sibling stuff!”

Pavitr froze for a split second, a small smile starting to form in the corner of his mouth at the last part. Siblings. In all honesty, didn’t that word describe the bond you both shared almost perfectly? Siblings - not by blood, but by something so much bigger than either of you could’ve imagined.

“Absolutely not. Gayatri’s-”

“Gayatri? Is she Punjabi? Ooh, is she pretty? Is she really badass and cool and-”

“She’s a model,” Pavitr interrupted, smoothing down his hair and glaring at you. “And this isn’t my first date with her. Just for the record.”

“Wow, and she’s your age? Damn, Pavi, you managed to pull a model! I’m so proud of you right now.”

“I will strangle you if you don’t stop talking,” Pavitr grumbled, punching the bridge of his nose.

“I’m not saying anything bad!”

“Sure you ar-” Pavitr stopped mid-sentence and stiffened, craning his neck and glancing out the window over his shoulder like a cat that had heard something strange. “Wait, someone’s here. Gotta go!”

He dashed into the bathroom and came out two seconds later, fully decked out in his spider suit and mask.

“Don’t get your ass kicked!” You called out as he nose-dived out the window.

“Ha, ha! Very funny!”

——— ———

10 minutes later.

“Pavitr, what the hell?!” You leaped backwards as a strange sort of alien materialized in your room for a split second before they disappeared into a black hole-like void, followed by a… Spider-Man? Not Pav. This one was taller and his suit was red and black, and oh God, was he bleeding from his armpits?

You were tempted to offer him a few cotton wipes and something to clean the wound but he disappeared in after the weird teleporting alien before you could ask.

Pavitr came crashing in through your window, landing on the floor and glancing around. “What? I thought they came here-”

“Really?! Now you show up? I’ve just had some sort of cow-man and a new Spider-Man teleport into my room through a pit and-” You stopped short as another Spider-Man landed on the floor. Except… Spider-Woman? She wore a suit in the shape of a white-and-black ballet leotard and had a hood with web designs on the inside.

“Pavitr, is… this Gayatri?” You tried to wrap your head around the fact that there were three different types of Spider-People and a cow on the wrong side of evolution who had just phased through your house. “Oh, hi, Gayatri, I’ve heard so much about you. Pavi thinks you’re really classy and cool and you’re the prettiest girl alive and-”

Pavitr webbed a pillow and swung it into your face before you could finish, temporarily shutting you up. “Didi, this… this isn’t Gayatri.” Despite his face being covered by his mask, you could tell from his tone that he was embarrassed out of his wits. “This is, uh… this is Gwen. She’s a Spider-Woman. Look, it’s hard to explain, but they’re all from different universes and I think the New Guy’s in love with Gwen, so we gotta go save their romance before it shatters. Bye!”

He leaped out the window again, followed by Gwen - who was stuttering and tripping over her words trying to form a plausible denial for his last statement.

Never a dull day in Mumbattan, I guess.

——— ———

5 minutes after that ordeal.

“Arrey, your chai is getting cold. Drink fast, no?”

“Haan, Amma. Ek second.” (One second) You moved away from where you were hovering near the window. As much as Pavitr reassured you that he was okay, that being Spider-Man was easy now - you still remembered having to disinfect wounds and ice bruises and watch him hiss and crinkle his face up in pain every time you wiped a tissue soaked in Dettol along his cuts.

Maybe those were only fairly harmless flesh wounds, but what kept you up at night was the worry that one day it might turn into something worse.

“I’m drinking it,” You said defensively and sat down as Maya Aunty lifted an eyebrow at you over her own mug. Just as you sat down the whole ground seemed to shake, a horrible din filling the air, screams and the sound of rubble falling mingling together in the cacophony.

“Oh, someone blew down Alchemax,” said Maya Aunty once the noise died down. With a small shake of her head, she casually returned to her chai as if this sort of thing happened almost every day.

“What an idiot.” You glanced out the window, squinting into the distance and widening your eyes as your eyes snagged on a flash of vibrant fabric flying through the air, just barely visible through the pieces of flying rubble.

Oh, fuck, that’s my idiot.

——— ———

You figured the easiest and fastest way to get near Alchemax was to take the bus. After all, those bus drivers had basically decided long ago that they were above the rules of the traffic. They honestly didn’t give a damn about the speed limits and you respected that.

“Hi, Y/N!” You turned at your name, tilting your head curiously because you didn’t recognise the voice.

You found yourself looking at someone who looked oddly familiar, you just couldn’t place it - until you glanced briefly out the window and saw a Zomato billboard. Of course if had to be her, how else would she know your name?

“Oh, are you Gayatri? Hi! It’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you from Pavi.”

“Aww, that’s sweet, and likewi-“

The bus swerved sharply and you, Gayatri and more than half of the people who weren’t holding onto the railings were slammed against the back window before the bus started to tilt forward. You blinked away stars for a few seconds as the wind was knocked out of you.

When you regained your vision you let out a yelp of surprise. Someone yelled “Fuck!” right next to you, followed by a string of unrepeatable Marathi cusswords - while also listing out gods and praying to them that they’d make it out alive - and you could understand why.

Some dumbass - or maybe a large piece of rubble - had ripped a hole in the middle of the fucking Mumbattan Bridge. The whole bus was falling right into that hole, and unfortunately the bus driver’s magical ability to fly straight over potholes seemed to have evaded him right now, judging by the fact that he was currently contributing to the chorus of terrified screams.

“Hold on!” Gayatri caught your forearm right as your grip on the flimsy side railing was loosening and pulled you up to latch onto the railing at the back. Good lord, was this girl strong. You decided right then and there that you definitely liked her.

You saw Pavitr stop mid-swing and turn around, his mask’s eyes widening as he saw both of you pounding relentlessly on the back bus window in the hopes that it would break in time.

He shot a web that stuck to the back of the bus, tipping it almost vertically as he held onto one of the bridge supports. His eyes narrowed with effort as he struggled to hold onto the deceptively delicate-looking silky tendrils.

You silently thanked whatever higher power existed for the time when Pavitr fell from the ceiling 6 months ago. If that hadn’t happened, you and the other people on this bus would’ve been flattened on the ground by now. Don’t look down, don’t look down, don’t look down.

Pavitr glanced behind him, his shoulders falling slightly in shock. The web holding onto the bus stretched and dipped, threatening to snap any second. He wrapped the silken web around the support, trying to bring it up.

You and Gayatri were just barely hanging on, your entire bodies dangling down with gravity as you held onto the railing for dear life.

Suddenly something changed. Another web attached itself to the bus and pulled you onto the bridge. Another Spider-Man, possibly?

You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding as the bus levelled itself on solid ground again. Gayatri gave you a weak smile, grasping your hand and pulling you straight into the throng of people rushing to exit the bus.

The moment she stepped outside Pavitr wrapped her in a hug, eliciting a surprised squeak from Gayatri.

“Are you okay? I was so worried-” He realized his mistake mid-sentence, drawing back from her and patting her shoulders with both hands, unsure whether to cross his arms or rest them on his hips. “Uh, you seem like a nice young woman who I do not know…”

Gayatri chuckled softly and looked past him. “Papa!”

“Gayatri!”

She ran at him and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Seeing their bond warmed your heart but also made it ache slightly with the acceptance that that could never happen to you with your own father.

“Real smooth, Pavi,” You grinned at your brother, who grumbled something under his breath and closed the distance to crush you in a hug.

“Shush, didi. I just saved your ass.”

“Yeah, I suppose you did.” You ruffled his hair affectionately and pulled back, smiling at the growing shouts of ‘dhanyavadh, makhdi-bhaiya!’. (Thank you, Spider-Guy!)

“Amma’s going to kill you, by the way. She thinks you snuck out to go to some p-”

You let out a soft mmph as you collided with possibly the boniest person you had ever had the misfortune of bumping into. You were pretty sure you had just got stabbed in seven different places by various joints.

“Sorry, I didn’t-” You paused as you looked up, taking in spikes, a leather vest, pins, a guitar, and mask eyes which looked like running mascara.

“Holy shit, you’re really cool.”

The Spider-Man variant blinked in surprise and let out a laugh. “Why, thank you, poppet. I try. Pisses the fascists off so much that they call me Spider-Punk.”

You heard the twang of a well-known (almost infamous, at least in Mumbattan) accent and glanced at Pavitr. “He’s British,” He confirmed, giving Hobie a high-five.

“Well, I don’t care. He looks awesome.”

“Oi, Pav, I like this one.” He gave you an appreciative fist-bump, and you lifted your eyebrows at the sheer size difference between both of your hands.

“That’s my sister.”

“Makes sense. But you know I didn’t mean it like that. She seems cool is all.”

“Wait. If you’re British, can you do us a favour and steal back the Kohinoor? Please?”

“I’ll try my best, but I can’t make any promises. Fuckin’ Sweeney*, I doubt they even know where it’s kept.” (*Sweeney/Sweeney Todd - Cockney rhyming slang for Flying Squad [the police])

You nodded along politely with a smile like you actually understood even one word of that sentence. “Well, okay, in that case-”

You turned and almost burst out laughing. Pavitr looked like he was on the losing end of a staring contest, his hand almost engulfed in Inspector Singh’s much bigger one. Gayatri stood behind him, looking between them in awe. “I’ve never seen him so emotional.”

“Excellent job.”

Your bother just gave a nod, but knowing Pavitr he was internally over the moon and would hold that simple statement close to his heart, insisting that his girlfriend’s dad “loved him”.

“Man-like Miles, my guy!” Hobie grabbed the red and black Spider-Man - Miles’ - shoulders and shook him excitedly, punching him lightly as the people of Mumbattan started cheering.

You were about to join in when something happened. Well, not happened, really, but… something felt off somehow. You had read something once that said a person’s hair stands on end as a warning when lightning’s about to strike. You imagined that’d feel like you you were feeling right now. And you could hear whistling… was that sound just your ears being weird?

The cheers died down suddenly and you turned around too late. One of those portal-holes, slicing through the air like a deadly frisbee, slammed into you and knocked you inside in such a way that you got teleported straight off the side of the bridge. You scrabbled for the supports, but to no avail as you sailed right past them.

You heard Pavitr’s panicked yell, the sounds of confused and worried chatter bubbling among the ground, and the air rushing around in your ears as you free-fell.

You can’t save me, you realized as you saw Pavitr dive off the bridge, reaching out his wrist in preparation of shooting a web. You won’t get here in time. You focused on mouthing the next few words that came to your mind, because if you were going to die and leave your brother you would do so by reminding him that he was - and always would be - loved. Pavi, I’m sorry. I love you. I always will.

Your stomach dropped and your head spun - but by some mercy you didn’t feel the final impact.

——— ———

Pavitr’s POV.

“No, no no no- please, please no-”

Pavi, I’m sorry.

I love you.

Six words. Six words which shouldn’t be used in the same sentence. Those two sets separately, sure, but in very different scenarios.

Those would not be the last words you said to him. They couldn’t be.

Time seemed to slow down, making his movements sluggish and hazy. He stretched his wrist out till it ached, silk erupting from his - no, your - kaada. Come on, come on…

The silk shot toward you and for a second he thought it would reach in time.

Then he heard a crash and watched you fall straight through the flimsy tin roof of an abandoned warehouse. “No!”

He landed after you, shooting a web at a street lamp and pulling up to break the built-up momentum at the last second. Kicking down the warehouse door, he rushed over to your limp form, sprawled across a few empty crates in the dimly lit space.

“Nonono you have to stay with me, please don’t go, I can’t-” Pavitr swallowed hard as he picked you up and set you down with your back against the wall, holding up your jaw so your head didn’t fall forward. He snapped his fingers in front of your face two, three times - no response.

He could feel his vision starting to blur, heart practically causing an earthquake as he shakily put his finger to the pulse point on your neck.

Nothing.

“No,” He whispered into the still air, as if that would be able to revive someone who was so much more than just a cousin. You were his sister, his closest and most annoying friend, his anchor. You were supposed to be a constant in his life. If you were gone… what would go next?

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, cradling your lifeless body in his arms. But after a little while Hobie dropped in through the hole in the ceiling, and Miles and Gwen came in through the door. He didn’t understand anything they were saying. Pavitr felt like he was underwater, the cold, murky silence filling his ears and bleeding into his brain.

Someone else, much bigger than him tried to drag him away. Someone wearing a beige police uniform and a turban. He kicked and fought, screaming at them that they didn’t understand, he couldn’t leave you, this wasn’t how it was supposed to end. That you were going to wake up soon. You were only unconscious, after all. You had to wake up sometime.

You had to, right?

Pavitr watched as you were placed on a stretcher, a white cloth laid over your body. He slumped in the hands of whoever was struggling to drag him away as all his hopes of you waking up splintered into a million pieces. Pieces that he would step on and trip over and they would cut his skin a billion times. Little tiny paper cuts. Paper cut after paper cut, till he bled out.

Through whatever shocked haze his brain was forcing itself into, he knew that something inside him had broken. Duct tape could fix it. Duct tape could fix anything. Was this metaphor for something? His brain really needed to slow down, he couldn’t keep up with what was and what wasn’t fixable with a single roll of duct tape.

He pictured his heart, the muscles and blood vessels torn clean through in the centre, forming a hole in the shape of you. Did it stop beating? It felt like it stopped beating. Was there a way to check if he was still alive? He hoped he was. Though there didn’t feel like much reason to be. Not anymore, at least.

Oh. Maya Aunty. Someone would have to tell Maya Aunty. No, he would have to tell Maya Aunty.

Two funerals in the span of 6 months. Two core members of the family gone.

Twin flames burning warm and bright, always lighting up the entire place with their own unique luminosities, until they couldn’t anymore. The wicks were extinguished and the candles melted into stumps before their time.

The Spot knew exactly what he was doing, Pavitr realized. Because he might as well have set fire to his entire home.

——— ———

15 & still 16.

Pavitr Bhim Prabhakar was many things.

He was Mumbattan’s Spider-Man. He was Maya Aunty’s nephew. He was Gayatri’s boyfriend. He honoured his dead parents with his last name. He carried the legacy of his dead uncle with his middle name alone.

Most of all, he carried the memory of his sister in every scar that he got that day.

Suddenly every moment you had spent with him seemed too little. Even just one of your hugs would take away some of the pain.

Keep them in your heart, they’re watching over you. Recall the memories you made with them.

What did that even mean in this case? You had gone too soon. Dead, cremated at 16. You weren’t even an adult. And what hurt the most was that everything - from your room to your belongings - was exactly how you left it.

It had been almost 3 months and he still hadn’t let anyone change anything in your room. The messy duvet could stay messy. And the pillow that was thrown at the foot of the bed had taken up permanent residence there.

The room smelled like vanilla and honeycomb. And it would stay that way for as long as he could help it. If someone rearranged anything, would that part of you disappear from this house? He didn’t want to find out.

Everything that made this room yours would stay there, it had to. The way you meticulously arranged every makeup and hair product by height, colour and serial order on your chest of drawers. The way your cupboards always smelled of cotton candy because of an essence diffuser your friend had given you.

Gayatri, Miles, Gwen and Hobie had all tried their best to help him, and Margo had even dropped in a few times and offered to play video games with him. And admittedly, he was in a much better frame of mind than how he was only a little while ago.

He sat on the floor, hugging his legs loosely to his chest and clutching a mug of chai in one hand. Pavitr couldn’t say anything even if he wanted to; the altogether lack of the owner of this room made the silence even more oppressive and suffocating.

He stretched his legs out slowly, refusing to let his mind wander. Focus on the wallpaper. Focus on the sound of traffic. Focus on the chai. Focus on anything except the posters, the pillows, the way that it felt like time itself was holding its breath inside this room.

Pavitr’s leg brushed something hidden underneath the rug in front of him. Frowning slightly in confusion, he leaned forward to peer underneath the fuzzy square of fabric - finding nothing but a small notebook and a pen.

He pulled it out and, upon recognizing it, drew in a surprised inhale. The leather-bound cover was dusty and worn out. The label that read Bhim Prabhakar in neatly printed handwriting had been scratched out, jagged words cutting across the paper like tiny knife strokes. His heart squeezed when he read the word written in the second handwriting.

Y/N.

Of course he remembered this book, how could he not? On days when you had noticed he felt sad, you tore out two lined pages of paper and made him write down what was bothering him in a letter.

“Here, Pavi. Write it to anyone you want, and fill it out with everything bad that happened today. You don’t have to send it to them, don’t worry. I’ll even do it with you.”

He still remembered the first time he had done that activity with you. You both sat back-to-back, scribbling down all the ‘yucky feelings’, as you had put it once. Pavitr had finished his letter and surprised you by addressing it to you, twisting around to hand you the folded piece of paper.

You hadn’t addressed your letter yet, so you wrote his name on the top in big block letters.

To: Pavitr Prabhakar.

Because it was a very official document, you had explained solemnly.

And when you took a look at how he had mentioned you, you had lunged forward and trapped him in a bone-crushing hug.

To: The Best Didi In The World.

He felt tears well up slightly as he recalled the amount of times he went and wordlessly sat at the edge of your bed, pointing to the leather journal. And you would pull out two pages, hand him a pen, and sit back-to-back on the floor. Every time, without fail.

Pavitr opened the book, running a hand along the pages of handwritten letters that were unevenly glued or stapled in. Some were tearing at the edges, others had chai-stains or ink splotches.

He carefully pulled out a page - only one this time - and picked up a pen from the mug of stationery on your bedside table.

Pausing to think for a second, he tested the pen on the bottom of the page. Then moved the tip to the first line.

Dear Y/N,

Pavitr stopped and narrowed his eyes at that. It felt strange, almost alien for some reason. A foreign word on these pages.

He tapped his pen on the page as he got an idea. He scratched out the two words he had written, addressing it to someone with a different yet more familiar title, at least to him.

To: The Best Didi In The World.

I know very little about the antyesti process so if anything’s wrong don’t hesitate to correct me! <3

Glossary:

Antyesti - Antyesti literally means "last sacrifice" or "final auspicious ceremony", and refers to the funeral rites for the dead in Hinduism, which usually involves cremation of the body. This rite of passage is the last samskara in a series of traditional life cycle samskaras that start from conception in Hindu tradition.

Saree/Sari - A saree is a garment consisting of a length of cotton or silk elaborately draped around the body, traditionally worn by women from South Asia. It is usually worn with a blouse that exposes part of the midriff, but blouse styles can vary.

Dupatta - A length of material worn arranged in one or two folds over the chest and thrown back around the shoulders, typically with a salwar kameez or a kurta, worn by women from South Asia. (Srry guys u have to look up those two definitions if ur curious,, it’s better to see how it looks rather than read a description anyway)

Kancha - Kancha is played by using marbles. It is popular in small Indian cities and villages, among small boys only as a gully sport. It is rarely played by girls. The participant has to hit the marble kept in a circle. If he hits the target properly, he wins. The winner gets the kancha (maybe kanche is the plural form? idk) of the other participant boys.

Lagori/Pithoo/Seven Stones - Lagori is a traditional game from the Indian subcontinent. It involves a pile of stones and a ball.

A member of one team (the seekers) throws a ball at a pile of stones to knock them over. The seekers then try to restore the pile of stones while staying safe from the opposing team's (the hitters’) throws. The hitters' objective is to hit the seekers with the ball before they can reconstruct the stone pile. If the ball touches a seeker, that seeker is out and the team which the seeker came from continues, without the seeker. A seeker can always safeguard themselves by touching an opposite team member before the ball hits the seeker.

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[kazuiislazy]

“Don't Stop.”

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMMY!!!! I decided to write something for him since it is his birthday today so… yeah, here it is, haha.

Pairing: Sam x reader

You and Sam were talking about research and lore. He stumbled into a topic that you were very interested in and you were non-stop info-dumping on him. “So basically, rakshasas are demons or goblins. They can actually change their shape, like shapeshifters, and appear as animals, monsters. If the rakshasa is female, it would take the shape of a beautiful woman. They are actually most powerful in the evening, particularly during the dark period of the new moon. And they-”

You stopped yourself. “Sorry, do you want to switch topics?” You asked, worried you were starting to get annoying. Sam simply shook his head. “No, don’t stop. I like the sound of your voice.” he says, smiling softly. This caused you to give a smile of your own before continuing what you were saying.

After you finally finished stating all the points you had in mind, he walked over to you. You looked up at him as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, your eyes squinting slightly as he did so. “I fall in love with you more everyday, you know that?” He whispered. You nodded, pressing your lips to his. You both stood in silence, foreheads against one anothers. “I am so in love with you.”

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[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Rakshasas

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Later, after getting these red Cooper Carnival jackets, the boys and I spread out on the grounds and, surreptitiously, scan around the area with our own EMF reader. I couldn't find anything so I wander around, while picking up trash, until I come up towards Sam.

He told me that he got off the phone with Dean minutes ago and said that he thinks that maybe the ghost isn't attached to an object but its remains. We stand around and act like we're working when Dean, finally, approaches us.

"What took you so long?" Sam asked him. "Long story." Dean replied.

"Mommy, look at the clown!" A little girl's voice said and we look over to see her pointing at something. "What clown?" The girl's mom said and we look to where she was pointing but didn't see anything. "Come on, sweetie, come on." The mother said as she drags her away while Dean, Sam and I share a look.

That night, we were on stakeout outside the family's home. "Dean, I cannot believe you told Papazian about the homicidal phantom clown." I said to him, referring to the blind man. "I told him an urban legend about a homicidal phantom clown. I never said it was real." Dean said as he pulls a gun and cocks it.

Sam grabs at it and pushes Dean's hands down. "Keep that down!" Sam said and Dean scoffs. "Oh, and get this. I mentioned the Bunker Brother's Circus in '81 and their, uh, evil clown apocalypse? Guess what." He said. "What?" Sam and I asked. "Before Mr. Cooper owned Cooper Carnival, he worked for Bunker Brothers. He was their lot manager." Dean said.

"So you think whatever the spirit's attached to him. Cooper just brought it with him?" I asked. "Something like that." Dean said then he shakes his head and sighs. "I can't believe we keep talking about clowns." He mutters.

Later that night, Sam and I sit there in the car while Dean was passed out. Then I noticed a clown coming out of the woods and walking towards the house. I look over at Sam and we share a look before Sam shakes Dean awake.

We run towards the house and enter inside. Then we come up to the hallway and see the little girl taking the clown towards the back. Sam leaps out and grabs the girl, who starts screaming, as Dean and I shoot the clown in the chest. It falls on its back, then gets up as Dean and I cock our shotguns again.

"Sam, watch out!" I shout as the clown leaps out the window, turning invisible as it runs away. The parents come rushing out and scream at us then Sam let's go of the girl and we run the hell out of that house.

The next morning, we parked the minivan off the side of a road and started digging out oir belongings, including the license plates. "You really think they saw our plates?" Sam asked. "I don't wanna take the chance. Besides, I hate this friggin' thing anyway." Dean said and we start walking down the road.

"Well, one thing's for sure." I said. "What's that?" Sam asked. "We're not dealing with a spirit. I mean, that rock salt hit something solid." I said. "Yeah, a person? Or maybe a creature that can make itself invisible?" Sam asked. "Yeah, and dresses up like a clown for kicks? Did it say anything in Dad's journal?" Dean asked. "Nope." Sam said and he clears throat and pulls out his cell phone.

"Who are you calling?" I asked him. "Maybe Ellen or that guy Ash'll know something. Hey, you think, uh, you think Dad and Ellen ever had a thing?" Sam asked. "No way." Dean said.

"Then why didn't he tell us about her?" Sam asked. "Or why my dad didn't mention her to me either." I said. "I don't know, maybe they had some sort of falling out." Dean replied, shrugging. "Yeah. You ever notice Dad had a falling out with just about everybody?" Sam said and Dean nods, casually.

Moments later, Sam lowers the phone. "Well, don't get all maudlin on me, man." He said to Dean. "What do you mean?" Dean asked. "He means this strong silent thing of yours, it's crap." I said and Dean groans. "Oh, God."

"I'm over it. This isn't just anyone we're talking about, this is Dad. I know how you felt about the man." Sam said to him. "You know what, back off, all right? Both of you! Just because I'm not caring and sharing like you want me to." Dean yells once he stops walking and turns to us.

"No, no, no, that's not what this is about, Dean. We don't care how you deal with this. But you have to deal with it. Listen, I'm your friend and Sam's your brother, all right? We just want to make sure you're okay." I said to him, concerned. "Guys, I'm okay. I'm okay, okay? I swear, the next person who asks me if I'm okay, I'm gonna start throwing punches. These are your issues, quit dumping them on me!" Dean yells as he looks at me and Sam.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked him. "I just think it's really interesting, this sudden obedience you have to Dad. It's like, oh, what would Dad want me to do? Sam, you spent your entire life slugging it out with that man. I mean, hell, you, you picked a fight with him the last time you ever saw him. And now that he's dead, now you want to make it right? Well, I'm sorry Sam, but you can't, it's too little, too late." Dean yells at him.

"Why are you saying this to me?" Sam asked him, confused. "Because I want you to be honest with yourself about this. I'm dealing with Dad's death! Are you?" He asked and Sam swallows while he looks upset. "I'm going to call Ellen." Sam grumbles and he pulls out his phone then walks off.

"Way to go, Dean." I said, annoyed. "Hey, don't start, okay?" Dean said to me. "Dean, I just want to make sure you and Sam are okay." I said. "Oh God, would you stop! And leave me alone!" Dean yells at me and I glare at him. "You know, I just want to help you through this. Since I've lost my own father not very long ago." I said and Dean stares at me. 

Even though he was still looking at me, harshly, I could tell that his eyes had gone softer. "I know the emotions you and Sam are going through and what will be going through. Hell, I'm still dealing with it, almost two years later. I just thought I could help you out with the process." I said and I walk off and follow Sam as he talks on the phone.

"Thanks a lot." Sam said into the phone after some time later, walking down the road. "Rakshasa." Sam said to us. "What's that?" Dean asked. "Ellen's best guess. It's a race of ancient Hindu creatures. They appear in human form, they feed on human flesh, they can make themselves invisible, and they cannot enter a home without first being invited." Sam replied.

"So they dress up like clowns, and the children invite 'em in." I stated and Sam nods. "Yeah." He said. "Why don't they just munch on the kids?" Dean asked. "No idea. Not enough meat on the bones, maybe?" Sam said, shrugging.

"What else'd you find out?" I asked him. "Well, apparently, Rakshasas live in squalor. They sleep on a bed of dead insects." Sam replied and I give him a look of disgust. "Nice." Dean said, sarcastically. "Yeah, and they have to feed a few times every twenty or thirty years. Slow metabolism, I guess." Sam replied.

"Well, that makes sense. I mean, the Carnival today, the Bunker Brothers in '81." Dean said and I nod. "Right. Probably more before that." I said and Dean stops.

"Hey guys, who do we know that worked both shows?" He asked us. "Cooper?" Sam and I said, questioning. "Cooper." Dean said. "You know, that picture of his father, that looked just like him." I said. "You think maybe it was him?" Dean asked me. "Well, who knows how old he is?" Sam said, shrugging.

"Ellen say how to kill him?" Dean asked Sam. "Legend goes, a dagger made of pure brass." Sam replied. "I think I know where to get one of those." Dean said as he looks up, thoughtful. "Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we're going to want to make damn sure it's him." Sam said.

"Oh, you're such a stickler for details, Sammy." Dean said and we smile at each other. "All right, (y/n) and I'll round up the blade, you go check if Cooper's got bedbugs." Dean said to us and we nod.

"Well, I've got all kinds of knives. I don't know if I've got a brass one, though." The Blind man said to us as we head towards his trailer. He leads us in and taps a trunk with his cane. "Check the trunk." He said.

Dean opens the trunk and both of us frown once we find a red clown wig. "What the...?" I whispered as we stand up. "You?" We said in realization as we turn to him. Blind man drops his cane, pulls off his glasses, revealing that his eyes look normal. "Me." He said and his eyes get cloudy, his face begins to melt. He waves, then his face disappears, cheshire-cat style with his eyes glowing last. 

Dean and I struggle with the door as we try to get out. A knife flies past our heads to bury in the door. We jump as another knife lands with a thunk a little higher.

"All right!" I yelled at the man just as Dean manages to get the door open. Both of us book it out of there, tumbling as we go, and get outside just in time to meet up with Sam. "Hey!" Sam said to us. "Hey." Dean and I said back, breathless.

"So, Cooper thinks I'm a Peeping Tom, but it's not him." Sam said. "Yeah, so we gathered." I said and Sam looks between us. "It's the blind guy. He's here somewhere." Dean replied.

"Well, did you get the --"

"The brass blades? No. No, it's just been one of those days." I said, interrupting Sam. "I got an idea. Come on." Sam said and he leads us to the funhouse. We go through it when a door separates me and the boys.

"(Y/n)!" I hear them yell as I try to get the door open. "You boys go, I'll find another way." I shout and I start to make my way around the funhouse. 

At one point, I find a pipe organ, which was giving off steam. Knowing it's gonna be hot, I pull out a cloth and used it to help try to pull the pipe off.

"Hey." A voice said and I turn to see the boys coming towards me. "Hey! Where is it?" I asked them. "We don't know." Sam said. "Shouldn't we see its clothes walking around?" Dean asked when a knife flies past Dean, pinning his sleeve to the wall. Another one pins Sam's wrist. "(Y/n)!" They shout.

I pull the pipe all the way off and stalk forward slowly. A knife flies past my head but I dodge. "Boys, where is he?" I asked. "I don't know!" They shouted.

Dean reaches up and pulls a lever andmore steam pours from the pipe organ, and his and Sam's eyes widen as they look behind me. "(Y/n), behind you! Behind you!" They shout and I stab the pipe behind me without looking. I turn and see it buried in the still-invisible creature, blood pouring from the wound. Dean and Sam manages to free themselves.

The three of us look to where the creature had fallen and see only empty clothes and a bloody pipe. "I hate funhouses." Dean mutters and I nod.

Later, Sam, Dean and I were sitting at the bar just as Ellen lays down a three beers. "You three did a hell of a job. John and (father's name) would be proud." Ellen said. "Thanks." Sam and I said and Ellen walks off while the three of us started sipping on our beers.

Then the back door opens and Ash enters, carrying the folder and a bizarre looking laptop.  "Where you guys been? Been waitin' for ya." He exclaimed at us and we turn to him. "We were working a job, Ash. Clowns?" I said, like it was very obvious.

"Clowns? What the --" Ash said, confused, before Dean talks over him. "You got something for us, Ash?" Dean asked. Ash then sets the laptop down on a table. 

"Did you find the demon?" Sam asked him. "It's nowhere around. At least, nowhere I can find. But if this fugly bastard raises his head, I'll know. I mean, I'm on it like Divine on dog dookie." Ash replied.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "I mean, any of those signs or omens appear, anywhere in the world, my rig'll go off. Like a fire alarm." Ash replied as Dean goes over to him and reaches for the laptop. "Do you mind..." he said and Ash gives him a look. "Yeah." Dean mutters as he pulls his hand back from the keyboard.

"Ash, where did you learn to do all this?" I asked him. "M.I.T. Before I got bounced for... fighting." He replied. "M.I.T.?" Sam and I asked, confused. "It's a school in Boston." He replied. "Okay. Give us a call as soon as you know something." Dean said to him. "Si, si, compadre." Ash said and we take our last sip of beer then we get up and head out the door.

"Hey, listen -- if you three need a place to stay I've got a couple beds out back." Ellen said to us. "Thanks, but no. There's something I gotta finish." Dean said. "Okay." Ellen said.

The next morning, I was in one of the spare rooms at Bobby's home. I was just flipping through one of Bobby's book when my phone rings. I pick it up to see that it was Dean who was calling. "Dean? Everything okay?" I asked once I answered the phone. 

I hear him let out a heavy sigh then he said. "Can you come meet me outside." He sounded alittlw upset, which made me grow concerned. "Sure." I said and I hang up and make my way outside.

I walk out onto the junkyard and see him lean forward on the trunk of his Impala. As I walk closer, I see there was a pole near his feet and I notice some dents on the top of the trunk. I walk up to his side and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey." I said to him, softly, and he turns to me. "Everything okay? Did you...?" I started to ask until Dean pulls me towards him and hugs me. "Hey, hey, hey....it's okay." I said, soothingly, as he holds me, tightly. I patted his back and kept repeating the words "It's okay" over and over to him until we pulled out of the embrace.

"Sorry, I-uh...I just..." Dean stammers and I give him a comforting smile. "It's okay, Dean. We'll get through it, together." I said to him and he nods, slightly. "Uh...don't tell Sammy about this." He said, gesturing between me and him, and I chuckled. "My lips are sealed." I said and he smirks a bit.

I look down for a moment then back towards him before I lean up and kiss his cheek. Once I pull away, the two of us stare at each other and I couldnt help but feel this weird tension between us and I didn't know how to react. And frankly, I don't think Dean did either as he clears his throat and takes a couple of steps back.

"I better get back to working on this." He said and I nod at him and said. "Okay, if you need anything else...let me know." Then I, slowly, walk away and back towards Bobby's house.

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[seii-fantasy]

Can i request shiva and his wives with their daughter reader (who also a older sister to ganesha) who used to be weak and sweet but slowly reader start distant with them barely spending times with them and goes training with a unknown god who was their master.

Reader trains so hard and push themselves to become powerful and strong so they can protect the weaks and india until one day, a announcement that reader wasn't chosen to become a god causing hatred and anger towards the gods their mind become corrupted.

Before reader could attack the gods, Shiva manage to take down their ass and Brahma sent them to hell and locked them up. Reader made a promise that they get their revenge and feel the pain what the gods had done to them.

possibly yandere? Its up to you btw <333

Hello there ofc im doing it!

My revenge will be more terrible than you think

(Shiva sorry but ur making me laugh )

Warning : Swearing

Im sorry i couldn't do the whole Hindu Pantheon like you asked i just did the Family (Shiva x wives) and hope you'll love it it took me the whole evening😭♥️

You were Kali's daughter , you were sweet as your mother but still fragile as ever . You were born , before Ganesha . You were praised by everybody but when Ganesha was born everybody forgot easily about you , only your mother still cared about you

Your Father the all mighty Bhairava Shiva , has wanted you to have a Family day together , your mother wanted you to go but you faked your illness , she wanted to stay but your personal maid Ahraya , protested to your stay "No Meree Ranee (My queen) your daughter will be safe with me" she protested but your mother knows that she was trustable so she let you with her.

Ahraya being a kind of elder sister figure to you , she knew what you wanted . You wanted to be strong so you can protect her

For more than five year , you started to become distant with your family to which it saddens Ganesha who wanted to get along with his eldest sister , Kali who started to be more suspicious of you and Parvati , Durga and Shiva were sad also.

You trained with Vaahan a God that was Unknown to every Hindu Gods eyes . You trained so hard and everytime you see someone getting bullied , you'll protect them . Vahan was very proud of you but soon Vahaan was killed by someone you couldnt even see their face .

You were sad , and trained yourself very hard and then a new was heard in the whole Pantheon

Everybody who thought that (Name) could be a goddess , they were wrong anybody else became an immortal become instead of (Name)

Shiva was mad and instead of taking care of you he beated you up to the point you were bleeding to the death . You couldnt even defend yourself , yes you were his daughter but yet you werent a powerful goddess just like your mother , Your step-mothers Parvati and Durga nor your father Shiva . Yet as his beating wasn't enough , Brahma has sent you to the Râkshasa who brought you hell themselves

During your stay at hell , you cursed them all , swearing that you'll make their lives a pure hell as they did to you.

Many millenia passed and the Rakshasa let you left their hell , you changed you were more stronger than they ever think .

Back in Svarga , nobody remembered you . You found an abandoned house and decided to live it in here , preparing your vegeance , many lower gods tried to get rid of you but their insolence led them to the thing that everybody feared "Death" some of them died or came back with a broken limb or without a limb

The rumor of a strong goddess was beating up lower gods came to the ears of Shiva "Who might be this strong goddess and why is she beating up lower gods" Shiva spoke to the two others Brahma and Vishnu from the Trimurti .

They went to where the place where the lower gods who dare to try her have been beaten badly and when they arrived

Shiva couldn't believe his eyes

"Why are you standing here , get out of my sight!" You yelled when you saw him "(Name) is that you?" He asked "Yea why are you asking ?" As he tried to hug saying he was happy to see you but you kicked him away

"I am not your daughter , you beated me up when you heard it that i wasn't be the chosen one to become a powerful goddess so quite the act!" You snarled . Vishnu and Brahma were shoked

How does Shiva knows you ?

Why you kicking him instead of hugging him?

And where have you been?

(Ive been everywhere man looking for some-okay okay i stop lemme continuee🤭)

"Your mother and step mothers are so worried , where have you been?" He asked sadly , this question shoked you how could he asked where have you been when he exactly knows what he did to you.

You didn't answer them and went back to your home , as Shiva tried to stop you . You punched real hard in the stromach and spoke "You denied that the fact that i was your daughter by leaving me . When you heard that i wasn't the chosen one you beated me up ! YOUR OWN DAUGHTER FOR YOUR SAKE " you yelled and slammed the door . As you cried tears

You didnt show off for more than a month , Shiva knew you wont forgive them for what he has done but he want to make it up to you . He informed his wife that you were back , Kali was the first one to come and asked a tone of question about you , Durga and Parvati weren't too much happy but they were rassured that their step daughter was now safe.

Shiva kept bothering to join the family , Kali tried to join you since you two have the same ability . Ganesha tried to bring you , your favorite food because he asked Kali what it was bcs he want to see his elder sister . And Durga tried to talk to you which you shoo her away

Parvati was the one who didn't gave up as everybody gave up , she didnt and since you didn't answer she burst in your home as you were with a Rakshasa and disappeared with them

And they heard a voice : My Revenge will be more terrible than you may think dear family and it mock them before it disappeared

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #snvshiva #snv shiva x reader #ror shiva x reader #ror shiva

[lavenderslabyrinth]

Alt. Masterlist

Key

♀ - Female Reader

♂ - Male Reader

☿  - Neutral Reader

My Drabbles | Headcannons | Brain Dumps!

♀ ♡ - The Quickest Way... - Rakshasa/Tabaxi x Reader

Here coming soon...

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[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Royal Rakshasa Guard (Aureus)

Relationship: Male Monster x Female Reader

Summary: Out and about when you weren’t supposed to be, you get caught by one of your favourite guards.

The Gilded Guard

One then two then three.

The blade swished and moved around you, whipping around your head, but the two of you were one and melding together. Like a leaf, it could sway and float in the air without disrupting those around it, one with a serene atmosphere. You had heard this before, but not intentionally.

Sweat built on your forehead, seeping into your hairline as you continued to keep in time with the beats of every hit: dodging and weaving as your opponent continued with their attacks. You were lucky for the helmet guarding your face for protection and recognition, the head of your King father’s military was relentless when it came to training rookies, and not once did he seem to slacken.

“Again,” his voice was strained from the possible exhaustion. “Up, on your feet—widen your stance, boy.”

“Sir.” You obeyed gruffly, your short posture seemed to help keep your balance for the most parts, but you found yourself constantly being thrown off your feet every so often. It was no wonder Aureus was the perfect fit to be your personal guard: protective, loyal and true, looking for the best of everyone around him but himself.

The sword in hand wasn’t as long and sweeping compared to his spear, easily able to knock you off and hit in places where you knew it would leave bruises. But for every hit meant it would be easy to shake off the fall. Get up, up before he strikes you whilst you’re still down.

His golden eyes seemed to mistakenly hold some pity for you, not as much as all the other times you had trained. To him, some lackey who was shorter and skinnier than all the other boys appeared out of nowhere, a wooden sword in hand and always wearing a helmet. The only thing he could see where your eyes: bright and eager, your small exterior attempted to hold some power when you spoke that one early morning in the training yard.

‘I require a shield and sword. Mornings before dawn for your lessons so you teach me to become a warrior.’

“Twist your arm more—turn into the strikes—yes, better. Again.” Your personal guard was as tall and lean as any other knight of a high rank: dressed in the shining armour that held no scratch nor scrape to the material, as clean and glistening as golden coins. His name held a fitting meaning.

Marvelling at his looks didn’t help you allow to concentrate, subsequently, the earth met your body as you crumpled to the ground with a grunt, squeezing the wind out your lungs. You attempted to get back up again, the soreness to your body didn’t help when all you wanted was a hot bath for your muscles, but Aureus dismissed you. “We finish for this morning, lad.”

“But I’m far from done,” you caught your breath, panting. “Do we not have another 5 minutes, Sir?”

The Rakshasa’s charisma grew on the broadness of his smile, his face relaxing with ease. “I must attend to the Princess, she will be up and ready for her sewing by now. I must leave, until tomorrow.”

“Oh.” You realised too late, your guard down. “Thank you, Sir. Until tomorrow.” You hurriedly bowed and took off the opposite way, hoping that Aureus didn’t say anything in question. The Rakshasa watched quietly, observing your retreating form as you scurried across the courtyard, opposite to where the barracks of where the recruits stayed. Sighing to himself, he collected the wooden swords and spears back up before making his way to where he needed to go.

Only now did the sun begin to reach the red mountains, kissing the amber sky and reaching towards the town in surrounding golds and oranges. The golden sands surrounding the town grew with life as people grew bustling with their businesses: royal guards swapping in patrol with those of the night-time shift, with the head of the guard greeting those he spotted.

The dusky hues were bold and bright across the empire of sands, glittering brightly like gemstones across the palace tiles, giving the name of the Ruby City a fitting name.

Aureus stretched as he made his way through the courtyard to your apartment, greeting the maids as he passed, approaching your door and knocking curtly. The small “come in!” from the inside brought him to open the large wooden door, greeting you was always a treat for his day.

You always somehow managed to be awake before he arrived: stretched like a cat in the sunlight by the window, calmly and quietly proceeding with your embroidery. What you were sewing was indistinct to Aureus, just from how crooked your stitches were.

“Good morning, Aureus,” you smiled to him earnestly, your cheeks flushed with morning glow. “Had a productive morning so far?”

“So far strenuous, but my morning has brightened by being in your presence.” He greeted, bowing dutifully. His golden armour shone even in the shade of your apartment. “His Grace has asked for your presence for breakfast.”

“Very well.” you hopped down and placed your things down, passing him slowly, almost dragging your body across as if you were in pain. Your knight was quick to notice something was wrong practically immediately, “Princess, are you well?”

“Yes, I just—didn’t sleep very well last night. I will need a bath for my muscles.” You corrected sincerely, though Aureus didn’t respond with your explanation. His ears flattened against his head, his expression drawn from the notion. It was interrupted when he felt you link arms with him. “Come now, let me greet my sisters.”

Your sisters Marguerite and Cassia had been ten-and-two and eight compared to you near to your adulthood. Though they had taken on the more devoted roles of court, they were better ladies compared to you. You would know they would be better rulers compared to you when the issue of the throne would one day come.

“Oh, looks who finally decided to join us,” Marguerite was the first to announce your arrival into the large dining hall, smiling when she spotted the Rakshasa behind you. “How was your morning, dear sister?”

“Swell,” you quipped, coming round to kiss your father on the cheek. “What is the agenda today, father?”

“Lords and their sons come from the west in hopes of joining kingdoms through marriage,” the emperor was small and kindly from his seat at the head of the table. “You and Marguerite will be there to welcome our guests, and I shall match you with suitable sons.”

Your smile dropped from your face and you silently took your seat, the middle sister being the one to voice her opinions as bitterly as you had been thinking. “I suppose I shall send off my freedom now. At least some people get their freedom now to defy the norms of society.”

“No-one is doing that,” you warned quickly. “We all have our duties as women and young girls. We do what father thinks is suitable for us.”

“Yes, suitable.”

You rose from the table, Aureus was quick to follow you out as you said your excuses of not being hungry, straining in the corset of your dress as you left. You didn’t need to say much to Aureus as you went back into your room, the Rakshasa hovering in the doorway. “Princess?”

“You are free for the rest of the day, Aureus,” you forced a smile, strained as you had been in your clothing. “I don’t think you would want to spend it with me.”

“Quite the contrary, Princess,” he couldn’t help the smile to adorn his features, dazzling teeth on show. “But if you wish for me to leave you be, I shall have someone stand outside your room.”

He bowed courteously, his smile radiant as he took his leave. He would leave you for the rest of the day, knowing that you wouldn’t need him for your studies and lessons, but lingering close by if anything were to happen. Though he knew of your duties that were required, he knew of the love so unrequited that it stung his chest whenever you were nearby. A protective love – perhaps at first – but he saw your drive and wants, your dreams and strength, something that made him swell with pride. Had you been able to marry whoever you wanted, he would’ve been hoping your heart would’ve felt the same for him, but he didn’t believe you felt that same way within your chest.

The next day came and he had left his post earlier than expected, leaving another guard to train the rookies as he had decided to go to your room in hopes of speaking to you about his… feelings. A heartfelt confession, perhaps? No—you could decline his feelings that same day, but there was no hope in trying.

He had reached your apartment with his legs carrying him quickly, knocking once, then twice at the door, loud enough for you to hear, and when he heard movement from the inside, he was left bewildered when the person he wasn’t expecting opened the door.

You were there more ready than he had expected for the day, your hair tied in a neat knot, bare with little makeup on that you were required to wear at court. You seemed just as stunned to see him there, rigid in place with what you were wearing. Instead of wearing the normal heavy garments, you were dressed in boy’s trousers, a training doublet and breastplate were too bulky on you and hid your lithe figure, making you appear more boyish to what you normally wore. In your grip was the same helmet the boy he trained wore, tarnished and beaten with age.

You seemed to be outweighing whether to speak or close the door on him, your eyes shifting, “I can explain.”

“Oh,” Aureus piqued, a smile growing. “Knowing that you were the one that punched that boy’s tooth out makes this a whole lot better.”

“Please, Aureus. Don’t tell my father—if he were to hear of this-” your eyes were wide and frantic, but he was quick to step in and close the door so no soul could hear. “He will not be pleased if he finds out.”

“He doesn’t need to know, Princess,” the Rakshasa assured slowly, taking your hand into his, kneading your fingers carefully. “I will not tell a soul.”

You looked at your hands connected with awe, your eyes searching his own for something you didn’t know, but there seemed to be relief bubbling over the surface of your vague expression. “If there is one thing I must ask, would you continue doing something for me?”

“Continue what, Princess?”

“Continue training with me,” you hushed, squeezing at his paw. “I do not want to stop something like this with you. Even if I must cover my face, I do not want to lose this opportunity.”

Aureus’ laugh was full of mirth, gently bringing you to him in a reassuring hug, nudging you with his head. “Then this will not stop, my Princess.”

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[lion rakshasa] Dain

lion rakshasa!Dain x human!Reader Good to know: smut

Summary: Dain needs a massage.

With a sigh, you open the door to let the warm breeze run through the small cabin. The scent of oils, candles, and cleaning supplies mix with the dry smell of the night. The rush of air caresses your cheeks and plays with your hair as you lean against the door jamb. You cross your arms in front of your chest. Your gaze wanders over the view of the resort.

The other cabins around you are closed. Their windows are dark. You are not surprised, though. It's already late, and you feel the tiredness in your bones and the soreness in your muscles. You almost laugh. You could kill for a massage. Rolling your shoulders, you straighten your posture. The familiar throbbing between your legs is almost painful, and you wish for nothing more but a warm bath and your comfortable bed.

Lush greens and colorful flowers bloom on the side of the road, leading to the pools on your left side. There is a small waterfall that falls from one to the other. The sound is relaxing and seems loud in the silence. The crystal-clear water sparkles under the silvery glow of the moon. Your gaze moves up to the sky, pausing on the glinting stars before dropping on the hotel nearby. Light filters through a few windows. One side of the building is covered with greenery. You can barely see the sand-colored wall underneath the leaves, waving in the rhythm of the wind.

And behind everything, there is the desert with its ever-changing form. Under the cover of the night sky and the stars' gentle glow, the endless sea of sand spreads out as far as the eyes can see. It looks like it melts into the darkness at the horizon. In the distance, grand dunes emerge from the ground with elegant edges and slopes.

"Hey!" A deep voice breaks the silence, and you almost jump from the surprise. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to frighten you. You are the masseur, right?" You smile and shake your head. "It's fine," you tell him. "You are Dain, I hope?" He nods, and you step away from the door to let him in.

The male is burly, even for a lion rakshasa. His mane is a few shades darker than the fur covering his body. He is a mix of muscles and fat. His shoulders are broad, but a slight belly is bulging under the white towel around his waist. The fabric stretches around his trunk-like thighs.

He looks good. He definitely looks good.

You close the door behind you with a soft click.

"You can take off the towel if you want to," you tell him. "And lay down on the table." The male grunts, and with a quick tug, he takes off the towel and puts it on a chair nearby. You can see the muscles of his thighs working as he moves. His tail sways to the side in a gentle rhythm. Your eyes are glued to the hard flesh of his bottom as he lies on his stomach on the massage table. "It won't break under me, right?" He asks. His voice is muffled. "No," you assure him. "You will be fine, I promise."

As you start to work, the soothing scent of the oils you use fills your nostrils. The inside of the massage cabin is covered in an orange hue from the candles. Small flames dance on top of them. The dim light makes the color of his fur darker. They are soft under your hands. His tail still sways left and right, and from time to time, you can hear a deep purr rumbling out of his chest. You can feel it in your core.

Using your body weight, with the heel of your hands, you stroke down the line of his spine until you reach his tail. You knead the hard muscles of his back, changing the motion of your hands every now and again as you watch his reactions. Dain's breathing is calm and even, and slowly but surely, you can feel him relax under you. You circle your thumbs on his shoulder blades, going up to his shoulders. Your fingers dig into him, finding every nerve and knot on your way. When you are done with his upper body, you move to his legs, using your thumb to massage and rub his muscles. "I'm sorry," he grunts when his tail curls around your arm for the second time. You let yourself laugh a little. "It's fine." Your finger slides over his tail, reaching the base. You are careful and gentle as you stroke it. He jumps at the sudden contact but doesn't move to get away. Another rumble breaks through his chest. "Is it good?" You ask him. "Yeah," he grunts. "But it starts to hurt." For a second, you panic, letting go of his tail immediately. "I'm sorry," you gasp. Dain shakes his head. "Not that," he replies, turning to the side, then onto his back. "That." "Oh."

Oh.

A lazy smirk pulls on your lips at the sight. Dain's hard cock bobs as he moves. He is thick and wet from the pre-cum that slips down his shaft. A drop follows the line of a vein on the side of his cock. His balls are heavy between his legs.

You continue your session. Moving from Dain's legs to his upper body, you work on his muscles, letting him relax and enjoy the silence. Your gaze lands on his erection every now and again, but you don't make a move yet. You tease him and massage him all over.

His eyes are closed. An amused smile plays on his lips. "You are the devil." His voice is hoarse. "Am I?" You grin, smoothing your palms down his chest. His fur shines under the dim lights with the lotion you used on him. His cock jerks when your fingers brush the base. Another drop of pre-cum drops down his shaft. "Gods, woman!" Dain groans. You laugh but decide to have mercy on him. He was still more patient than most of your guests.

Your fingers curl around the base of his shaft, squeezing the flesh softly. A low groan echoes off the walls, and you can feel him twitching under your hold. Dain is warm and soft under your palm. The lotion and his pre-cum mix as you move up. Your other hand rests on his thigh. His muscles are tense with anticipation. You feel it too. Need burns your insides as you pump his shaft lazily. You use your thumb to smear his juices even more on his cock, following the thick vein on the side up to the head. Your nail grazes the sensitive skin. The rakshasa shudders under you. His breathing is labored. "Are you sure you are not a cat?" He asks with humor in his voice. "You play with my cock like a new toy." You grin, leaning closer. The air escaping your lips is warm on Dain's erection. "But it is my new toy." His deep laugh ends in a snarl when you lick up on his length from the bottom to the top. You flick the soft skin under the head. His taste is strong on the tip of your tongue. It's salty and makes you want more. You lap up on him again, once, twice, three times. "Fuck!" He growls. The sound vibrates through the air, going straight between your legs. Glancing at him from the corner of your eyes, you force a smug grin down and take his cock into your mouth. You go inch by inch, letting your lips stretch around him. Keeping your hand on the base, pumping him slowly, you lick and suck on his crown, pressing your tongue into the tip. You can feel him snapping any second, but you are not done yet. You squeeze him, making him snarl again before his breath is taken away as you slide him down deeper into your throat. You hum around his length, letting the vibration of your throat rush up his spine. "Fuckfuckfuck!" Spurts of pre-cum fill your mouth, dripping down on his cock and balls. His hips push up against you, wanting to fuck your mouth. You hum again in agreement, hollowing your cheeks some more. Tears burn your eyes as he starts to move up and down. He thrusts into your mouth hurriedly, chasing his pleasure in your warm, wet mouth. Your tongue is flat against the underside of his cock. "You born for this," he growls. "A warm mouth for all the monsters who come here." You are slick between your legs. Your pussy throbs with desire even though you are already sore because of your previous guests. "You feel so good around my cock! Fuck!" Your free hand from his thigh slips to his balls. They are heavy in your palm as you start to play with them. His cock twitches in your mouth more often than a few seconds ago. "I'm going to cum," he warns, still pushing his hips. Your jaw and throat ache. You let him use you to reach his high. Your hand on his cock jerks him faster, and you bob your head against his thrusts. You want him to lose his mind when he comes into your mouth. The cabin is filled with his groans and moans.

"Fuck!"

He floods your mouth, and you gulp down everything he has to give you. The work of your throat squeezes his cock even more, pushing him harder and harder into his orgasm.

The male needs long minutes to come back to his senses. "Will you be there tomorrow?" He asks, still panting. His voice is hoarse, and his cock lays soft on his thick thigh.

You really want to know how it feels inside you.

"I will write you up."

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Keishara the Orc

The royal and the bodyguard trope, almost as beloved as enemies to lovers. The twist here is that the prince (who is shy around women) must deal with his lady bodyguard as he travels home. Also, features the first appearance of Mythri in quite sometime!

Male Reader x Female Monster

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For the past few years, you’ve been away studying at the Rakshasa Academy. While there, you had been a personal guest to King Amit and Queen Mythri, who had been gracious hosts. But a few weeks ago, you received a letter from you family, saying you needed to put your studies on hold since your father’s life was a risk. He had been attacked while visiting local villages, so they were sending you a bodyguard for your trip back home.

“I know your stressed, young prince,” Mythri said to you. “But I am sure you’re willing to make the trip home right now.”

You nodded. “I’ve not stopped worrying about my father since I received that letter. Once the guard comes, I am all too ready to get home.”

Mythri gave you a soft smile. It was the smile of a mother, which had reassured you this entire time. “Any idea who they have sent?”

“Uh yes-” You replied, feeling a warmth come to your cheeks. “A warrior woman named Keishara.”

There was a light that came to Mythri’s eyes then. “Do you know her?”

You shook head. “I’m not sure of the full story. Only that my mother trusts her.”

Mythri humed. “Keishara, that’s an elven name I believe.”

Your cheeks kept warming. “Yeah. It is.” You had always been a bit bashful around women. Here at the school you had hoped to break that habit. But you still fumbled and stuttered no matter how you tried to build your confidence. The fact that Keishara was an elf had you blushing already. But there was something about her also being a warrior that had your mind boggled. You had always admired strong women, but muscular women…it made your heart into a galloping horse.

The day Keishara arrived you were ready to go. You were sick of worrying for your family, and you were eager to get home and see what needed to be done. After being alerted that keishara was waiting, you got dressed and gathered the few belongings you were taking with you.

You saw Mythri and Amit talking at the gate while your horse was waiting. “I’m here!” You called out.

Mythri stepped aside and standing before her was a tall woman with pale green skin.Your heart jumped up into your throat as you gazed at her. She was half orc!

“Y-you must be kei-Keishara.” You shakily offered your hand to her. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Keishara had pale blue eyes that glanced over you like sharp glass. She shook your hand with a strong grasp. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” you managed to keep your voice from shaking. “Thank you for coming this far, and thank you for helping me get home safely.”

Keishara nodded her head. “It’ll be a long trip home. I hope you’re ready for it.”

You swallowed, fear and nerves weren’t going to get the best of you. “I’m not used to it, but I’ll try my best.”

Keishara’s pale eyes inspected you again, satisfied she gave a small, crooked smile. She was a hair taller than you with pale brown hair tied back into a fishtail braid.

“Are you sure you don’t want us sending any extra help?” Amit asked.

Keishara shook her head as she brought your horse forward. “No. We need to appear inconspicuous. Besides, I can handle it.”

“Handle what exactly?” You asked.

She tosse dher braid over her shoulder. “A group of thieves has tried blackmailing their way into protection money. When your father tried forcing them out, it made them mad and they called in some more help. They found out your location, so they plan on getting to you before you get home.” Keishara said as she put your things into the saddle.

You got onto your horse. “Is it safe for me to travel then?”

To your shock, Keishara got on behind you. She was so close to you. You were just glad she couldn’t see how red your face would be. “That’s why I am here.”

You bid your goodbyes, and then you were on the road heading west towards your kingdom.

“We’ll be taking some of the more off the beaten paths trails,” Keishara explained to you. “We’ll be able to hide easier, and I know some safe houses along the way. It’ll be a lot of hard riding.”

Your face was bright red. Her strong arms had been around you most of the journey thus far. Not to mention she was so close, aside from the classroom you hadn’t spent this much time so very, very close to a a woman like this.

“If it’s for my family, I can handle it,” you managed to get out without choking.

Keishara chuckled. “I like that. I’ll admit, I was worried.”

Young lanced back at her. “Really? Why?”

“I was afraid I was going to have to deal with some sort of spoiled brat. No offense,” she chuckled.

“I’m more of an educated weakling than spoiled,” you laughed. “But I promise I will try and pull my own weight around here.”

“Just keep yourself safe. My job is to get you home in one piece,” Keishara replied.

You stopped one evening just before dusk, finding a nice spot near the river. So your horse could rest and you could refill your water supply.

“This should do it,” Keishara huffed as she got off the horse. She looked around as you got off the back of the horse. “We’re pretty secluded with all these trees around.”

“It’ll be nice to rest somewhere quiet too,” you huffed. “That place the other day still has my nerves wrecked.”

She smiled down at you. “You’re gonna have to learn to toughen up, princy if you hope to be king one of these days.”

You grunted, rubbing your neck which was still sore from resting on it wrong a few days ago. “I don’t think I’ll have to deal with conditions like a loft above whatever sort of fighting club that was.”

Keishara chuckled and placed her hand around the back of your neck. She kneaded into it, making you feel a whole lot better. But it also made you turn bright red.

“Why don’t you get the tent set up while I get a fire started?” She suggested. “You’re a master at it now, right?” She winked as she stepped aside, taking the axe from the side of the horse.

“Y-yeah!” You were happy to have something to distract you.

Journeying with Keishara hadn’t been all awful. She had taught you a few things that you had known before, like setting up a camp, building fires, even how to swing a sword properly. You’d trained with a sword long ago, but yours was mostly for show.

You set up the tent, laying yours and Keishara’s sleeping packs side by side. You had been sleeping so close to her all this time, and still you grew flustered and embarrassed around her. All this time together, you couldn’t help but grow feelings.

You came out of the tent as Keishara was bringing sticks and twigs from the woods. She had also drug up an old log to chop.

“Good job, princy. Maybe you can work on building a house next,” she chuckled.

“It would be a pretty shitty house, Kei,” you laughed.

She grinned, her crooked smile wrinkled her turned up nose. “Rest a minute. Maybe go refill the skeins for us while I finish up.”

You nodded and gave her a shy smile. “You got it.”

When you got back, Keishara was chopping wood, and you were admiring her all the while. Her strong arms were covered in soft freckles, and in the light of the fire her skin looked so lovely.

“Do you need any help?” You asked.

Keishara shook her head. “I’ll be fine. Just stay put long enough for me to get a bath.” She wiped her brow.

You blushed looking at her.

“Hand me that water though.” She held out her hand to you.

You placed the skien in her hand, placing yours in such a way your fingers touched.

“Thanks, princy,” she said with a smirk. She gulped down the water, taking a breath then using the hem of her tunic to wipe her mouth. You glanced away shyly, not wanting her to think you were staring.

“Do you need to stand guard or anything?” You offered.

Keishara chuckled. “The river is just right behind those bushes. I should be fine.” She patted the sword on her hip.

Once the fire got going, Keishara went down to the river to get a bath. You laid back, sighing tranquilly as you took in the sounds of the forest. The quiet hush of the trees as a breeze went through them. The twittering and warbling of the birds within the branches. You were almost asleep when you heard a scream from the river.

Your body tingled and burnt with fear, but rather than running to hide, you grabbed the axe by the fire and raced towards the river. You came out upon the shore and you saw Keishara standing in the river but nothing else.

“What’s wrong?” You cried out. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” Keishara turned around shyly, her arms pressed over her breasts. “I saw a snake in the river.”

Your eyes were fixated upon her, even though you knew you needed to be more gentlemanly than that. But Keishara was gorgeous. You had never seen her long hair undone from the braid before, it it hung in curls around her shapely body.

You quickly averted your eyes and cleared your throat. “I heard you scream, i got worried.”

“I’m fine, just afraid of snakes!” She called out.

You whole body felt on fire. “Okay that’s good.”

There was a long moment of silence between you two where you could only hear the river rushing by.

“Coudl you go now?” Keishara asked.

“Sorry! Yes! I’ll go I’ll-” You fumbled and stumbled, panicking when you realizing your foible. But as you tried to leave, you tripped over a root ont he shore, toppling over and rolling into the river.

You got out in a hurry, splashing and flailing then quickly running back towards the campsite while Keishara laughed behind you.

You got out of your sopping clothes and hung them near the fire, wearing instead a simple long tunic from your pack. Keishara returned later, a slight smile upon her face. Her hair was still down, a gorgeous sight, but you were still too mortified to look at her.

“Are you alright, princy?”

“Physically, I’m fine. Mentally I am beyond repair.”

Keishara sat down beside you at the fire. “Oh come on. I should be more embarrassed.”

You glanced at her shyly. “You? Why?”

She scoffed. “I call myself a warrior, but I got scared by a little snake,” she chuckled. “You must think I’m a chicken.”

“Never!” You blurted.

Keishara turned and smiled at you. “Well, you were quite brave. Coming in swinging that axe when you thought I was in danger.” She combed her fingers through her long hair.

“I don’t know what good I would have been had it been anything other than a snake,” you scoffed.

“Trust me, you’d be more than capable.” She smiled directly at you, and you finally grew the nerve to look at her and smile back.

“You did scare me,” you said.

Keishara glanced away. “Sorry. I would have been half panicked when I was a child. I used to get teased so much by the rest of the kids in my village.” Her eyes grew distant and wistful. “But my mother would tell me that even the bravest of people are afraid of something.” She smiled. “She used to tell me my father terrified her before they grew close.”

“Really?” You asked.

Keishara chuckled. “Obviously my father’s an orc. Back in the day he and my mother had to meet for peace talks.” she shrugged. “One thing led to another I guess.”

You swallowed. “Well, they made a beautiful daughter.”

Her expression went blank and she stared off into the distance for a long spell. She then looked at you and her crooked smile returned. “I beg your pardon?”

“I mean-” You tried to think your way out of this one. “You…you are beautiful.” You couldn’t get your way out of this one. You had to go through it.”

Keishara gave an unsure smile. “Oh come on.”

“I mean it. I really do,” you said breathlessly.

She looked into the fire then stood up. “We should get to bed if we hope to leave early in the morning.” She added some logs into the fire.

“Oh uh…right.” Your heart pounded in your throat. You stood, watching her for a moment before going into the tent. You laid down, wondering if you said something wrong. You closed your eyes as Keishara came into the tent.

Keishara knelt down and laid down close to you. She rolled over and you felt her hand upon your chest. Her palm moved up, touched your face and then her lips brushed against yours.

“Kei-” you gasped.

“Sorry, do you not like it?” She asked.

“No. I’m surprised.” You looked into her eyes. “I didn’t think you would…I mean…not with me at least.”

Keishara inched in closer, kissing you more and deeper. Her tusks hit against your cheeks and his hand caressed along your body. She pressed in close, moving her kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“Kei-” you whimpered. “Kei I’ve never…done anything like this.”

Keishara kissed your cheek. “Should I stop?”

“I…I don’t think so-” you gulped.

Keishara chuckled, kissing your lips again. “You’ve never been touched like this, princy?” She tugged you your tunic and her fingers brushed against your bare thigh.

“No-” your voice cracked.

Keishara kissed your neck, nipping gently as her fingers took hold of of you. She held your cock in her palm and she moaned softly into your ear. “Have you touched yourself?”

“Yes-” your voice warbled. You cleared your throat and tried to breathe. “Yes. O-of course I have.”

Keishara began stroking you in her hand and you lost your breath. “Do you want me to stop no?”

“Oh gods no!” You whined. You moaned and bite down on your bottom lip.

She kissed your neck and moaned into your skin. “Good.”

You moaned and whimpered, trying to collect yourself. But her hand felt so good, her kisses felt so good. “Do…do you like me?” You were finally able to get out.

Keishara nuzzled to your neck. “I do. You’re sweet and cute…I like guys like you.”

That was a shocker. “I like girls like you-” you panted.

“I noticed.” She sat up beside you and looked down upon you. You sat up, kissing her hungrily. She moved into your lap, straddling it as she held your face between her hands. You felt her rub against you, warm and wet.

“Now should I stop?” She whispered.

You shook your head. “I mean…we should…but…”

Keishara giggled. “I know. But…I want you so badly. All this time being close to you. It’s driven me crazy.”

“Me too,” you gasped. “You’re so beautiful. So strong. I’ve had dreams about you!” You admitted.

Keishara whimpered, kissing you more. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t you?”

Keishara chuckled. Her wetness slicked your cock, making your head go dizzy with desire. “You feel so good, Kei.”

She moved, guiding your towards her folds. “Just wait.” She slowly took you inside and the feeling was indescribable. She was so warm, so wet, and her inner walls squeezed around you as she took you inside.

“Princy-” she moaned. “Your cock-”

You couldn’t make words anymore, just sounds.

Keishara guided your hands to her hips then she began moving. She grinded you inside her, bouncing her hips slightly.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she moaned.

“Yes…yes-” you panted.

Keishara leaned forward, holding your shoulders for better balance. She moved harder upon you, taking your cock deeper and tighter inside her. “You feel so good!”

You were wrapped completely by her, unable to think or articulate even the simplest of things. Your fingers sank into her hips, and you rolled your hips to meet her, causing deeper thrusts. Keishara cried out, moaning loudly then biting her lip to keep her voice down.

You wanted this to go on forever, but unfortunately all good things had to come to and end. She felt so good, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Coming-” you choked. “Kei…coming!”

Keishara nodded, breathing heavily. She kept moving, watching you, moaning with you. You released inside her, unaware at first. You bucked and whimpered, breathing harshly as you filled her.

The last thing you remember is her moaning; “Oh, Princy.”

You woke in the morning to Keishara getting out of the tent. You sighed deeply until your memory began to return. You jolted up, hitting your head on one of the poles then you scrambled out.

Keishara was drinking from a skein, still naked and glorious.

“Kei! We…did we…was I-” You were slightly panicking.

Keishara wiped her mouth and smiled. “Calm down, Princy.” She walked up to you and knelt down to kiss you. “We need to get ready to go.”

You gulped. “Kei…about last night…that was amazing.”

Kei cupped your cheek. “It was nice. I’ve been holding back for a while. I didn’t want to scare you,” she chuckled.

You kissed her, pressing close to her  body. “I never would have guess you’d ever think of me in such a way.”

“I grew up around big, intimidating guys,” she sighed. “Guys like you…I find a lot more appealing” She smiled shyly and pushed away her long hair.

“You remind me of a goddess,” you say.

Keishara cupped her hand over your mouth. “Hush. keep talking like that and we’ll have a late start.” She smiled at you. “We can take a rest stop later. Okay?”

You nodded, smiling giddy to yourself. The woman of your dreams was no longer just a dream.

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White tiger rakshasa x female reader (sfw) - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRAVELER!

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

So it’s @thetravelerwrites​‘ birthday today, and she deserves all the love in the world. Thanks for being a really great and supportive friend, Traveler. This is all I can do for you from the other side of the world! Have a wonderful day, and some fluffy rakshasa snuggles. I don’t normally do aesthetics anymore, but I wanted to include one this time.

No warnings, except perhaps for excessively sweet fluff. :)

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Since today was, in fact, your birthday, you decided that you deserved ice cream and were going out to get it, despite the fact that it was now after sunset. The weather was perfect for an early August evening, clear, calm, and still, and there was this gorgeous place just round the corner which sold the most beautiful gelato you’d ever tasted. It also didn't help that the guy who served it was gloriously handsome…

The rakshasa had the colouring and appearance of a white tiger, with ice blue eyes and a rich, purring voice, and when he saw you step inside his rounded ears pricked right up and his whiskered lips twitched into a smile. “Hey!” he called. “Haven’t seen you in ages!”

You made a little side to side motion with your head. “Been trying to be good. It’s hard though, knowing that this place is a stone’s throw from where I live though…”

“Being good, eh? Well, it shows - you look fantastic. I have to ask though; what’s the occasion?”

He was leaning on the counter, resting his lithe, muscular body on his forearms, and you glimpsed his thick tail all puffed up behind him.

“Well…” you blushed. “It’s… It’s actually my birthday. I thought I’d treat myself.”

“Your birthday!” he exclaimed, pushing himself upright. And then he eyed your purse in your hand. “Put that away!” he laughed, pointing at it. “You’re not paying for your ice cream today! Anything you’d like, and it’s yours. Come on,” he said, moving round to the refrigerator full of sumptuous flavours.

“You’re too kind,” you mumbled.

With a tilt of his head, he purred, “Please, if I knew you better, I’d get you a gift myself, but… I only see you when you come in here so this is the best I can do.”

That drew you up short and you looked up at him, a question in your eyes. “You mean…?” you began falteringly.

“That I’d love to get to know you? Yes,” he said. “But I don’t want to be pushy. I know I can come across as a bit… ‘much’ sometimes. I didn’t want to scare you off.”

Smiling, cheeks still warm with his words, you bowed your head and then met his gaze again. “I’d like that.”

“You would?” he beamed, all his white whiskers standing right up off his face, his fur bristling and fluffing up all over with glee. “Oh wow. Let’s work something out, but first: ice cream!”

Laughing, you picked out your favourite flavours and he handed it to you, still insisting it was on the house. You swapped numbers and arranged to meet for drinks later in the week, and you had just left the gelateria with a huge grin plastered across your face, when you heard him calling after you.

Frowning, a small shot of adrenaline zipping through you as you couldn’t help wondering if perhaps he’d changed his mind, you turned and saw him haring down the road after you.

“Everything ok?” you asked, puzzled.

Laughing and a little out of breath, he nodded. “Lemme walk you home?”

“But what about the shop?”

“I’m the boss,” he grinned, flashing his big canines in a wide smile. “I can close up whenever I like, and I’d rather walk you home. If that’s ok with you?”

“More than ok,” you reassured him.

A few paces down the road, an idea occurred to you and you scooped out a big spoonful of ice cream and held it up to him. “Want a try?”

A purr rolled out of him before he could stop it and his ears swivelled back, embarrassed.

“I think that was a yes…” you smiled and he nodded.

“Yeah. Cats and cream…” he snickered. “Thanks.” His rough tongue lapped the ice cream off the little wooden spoon, and his ice blue eyes rolled closed for a moment. “Damn,” he said. “I sell good ice cream…”

“Why do you think I kept coming back?”

He chuckled. “I had hoped it was for the handsome cat behind the counter,” he said.

“Yeah, that didn’t hurt,” you admitted and he flashed another smile at you.

You paused in the little park not far from your house to finish your ice cream on a bench, looking up at the stars through the leafy branches above you.

“Tell me something?” he asked after sitting in companionable quietness for a little while.

“Sure.”

“Did you have a good birthday?”

You thought back to the rest of the day and shrugged. “Ice cream and a date? That’s got to be a pretty good birthday.”

Purring like an idling motorbike, he reached his fluffy white arm around your shoulders, looking at your face for permission and when he saw you smile up at him, he brought his nose to your cheek and nuzzled you there with gentle affection in the way of all felines, from house cat to rakshasa. “Thanks for giving me a chance,” he said. “I’ve wanted to ask you out since the first time you walked into my shop, but… I didn’t know if you liked… you know… Well… not all humans are interested in non-humans…”

Half turning to look up at him, you smiled. “You’re very beautiful,” you said, laughing softly as his ears pulled back again in embarrassment. “And very expressive…”

He distracted you for a moment by rasping his rough tongue delicately across your cheekbone in a tiny, shy kiss.

“I’m glad you asked,” you said quietly before turning your gaze back up to the stars. With a gasp, you pointed, “Shooting star!”

“Make a birthday wish…” he whispered.

It wouldn’t have taken a genius to figure out your wish…

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