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✙-` 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊! 𝕺𝖈 𝖝 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖚𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖑! 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗´-✙

➢-`𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖙! +𝟏𝟖 𝙼𝙳𝙸´- 『𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎!』

➣ -`𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!´- -`⁺◛˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖◛⁺´-

"𝕴𝖓 𝖆 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞...𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖂𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆.𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗."

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Long, long time ago

The sun gently came up, dancing in the sky and painting the earth with a gorgeous veil of aqua blue and light blue. The clouds are pinkish orange with grey and purple, and the moon slowly disappears as the birds sing the morning's first song. The kingdom of Wisteria awoke as the birds sang, and the citizens opened their doors and windows, allowing the morning breeze to enter. Stalls were being set up as men and women carried large cartons of things to sell to passing travelers. This was the most active and visited kingdom in the country since the inhabitants were kind and the royal family was adored by each and every resident of the kinadom.

A woman with lovely cinnamon red hair braided into a low-hanging bun, her eyes closed and a serene yet serious expression danced on her face. Her hands were tenderly placed on her abdomen, and a young girl with midnight black hair braided over her shoulder strolled behind her. They proceeded slowly along the castle's lengthy corridors until they came to a big entrance. The elder woman lifted her right hand and knocked twice. "Your Highness, it is time to wake." Her voice rang out from the other side of the door into the room, where the sleeping figure was resting. She sighed when she received no reaction. She dropped her hand and grasped the doorknobs. "I'm coming in, Your Highness." She announced.

I had my own little show

The door swung open with a strong shove. The enormous chamber is shown, which is decked in gold, green, black, and the royal family's color purple. A big canopy-covered bed sat in the center of the room, concealing the person within from everyone and everything. This was the chamber of their Highness y/n, the oldest of three siblings.Everyone in the kingdom, whether old or young, male or female, admired the monarch next in line for the throne and the country's most precious treasure. Oh, to be their Majesty.

As you gently rose up, one could hear grunts and shuffling from the bed. The curtains were quickly yanked open, causing you to swint your eyes with annoyance, " Alma, most youplways do this? It's so early," you informed her. Your hair was a mess, and your voice was gruff and rumbling, laced with drowsiness. "Honestly" Alma shook her head, a dejected expression on her face. "Your Highness, it's your coming-of-age ceremony." she explained. "I'm sure your 21st birthday banquet will be spectacular, Your Majesty" The person assisting you added. "You always remain hopeful, Raine." You grumbled when you finally got out of your cozy bed.

Was a beautiful, loveable angel

Reine held your hand with a bright smile as she guided you to the bathroom. You grumble a 'thank you' before raising a hand up to stifle a yawn, Alma watched the sight with slight amusement, Before returning to her more professional expression and instructing the maids on what to do. Ensure the room is cleaned and ready before your bath is over. Many more maids enter the room with a variety of things, from the finest of Jewis to the rarest of silks, everything fitting for royalty greatness.

As you took off your nightgown and slowly entered the warm tub of water, you felt your muscles relax as a sigh of contentment left your lips. Raine and two other maids gently began to rub your hands with soap. It was a pleasant smell, like freshly baked strawberry cake, the first thing you could smell as you entered a cake shop. A maid quietly got behind you and began to wash your hair, a gentle massage. You could almost melt away right there. " All done, Your Highness." Raine smiled, "Oh, I was just enjoying myself." You replied lazily, opening an eye.

But he took the spotlight, shining so bright

As you got out of the tub, a maid put a towel around your body and another started drying your hair. You were declared ready for the following step once you emerged from the bath with the aroma of strawberry cake tattooed into your skin. Fitting, you now had to spend a couple of hours getting ready for the day to begin. Alma could be seen standing next to the drawer laced with jewelry and next to her clothing after clothes as you stepped out of the restroom with Raine and the servants not long behind you.

As you sat on a chair in front of the drawer, the ladies proceeded to style your hair and do as Alma instructed: make their Highness even more beautiful than the gods themselves! There is a long-running prophecy in the Kingdom of Wisteria. Every member of the royal family will receive a gift when they reach the age of 21. Your father was given the gift of true love when he turned 21, and he met your mother that same night while he danced and drank the night away.

Left me to fade away

Your mother was a princess from a long-dying nation. Her folks were renowned for their beauty and sage advice. It was just coincidental that she was there; the invitation had arrived at the last minute and she was contemplating dismissing it. But her parents persuaded her to go in the hopes of building contacts with other Kingdoms and saving their dying kingdom. So she gave in to her parents' request and went to the feast. She did, however, make a few connections to her delight. She felt exhausted as the night progressed, and while going through the castle's lengthy halls, she noticed a garden.

She stepped outdoors and took a deep breath of fresh air, letting out a slight sigh and smiling. She could see how the moon highlighted the rose walls as she walked around. She had no idea how long she had traveled before coming upon little bushes of moon flowers, her kingdom flowers. Her hand extended out to carefully touch them, almost as if she was afraid that if she was too harsh, they might weather in her touch. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned to face a man and stated, "I apologize." She mumbled Apologitive before turning to go away.

But honey, now the turn is mine

As if struck by dread, as if if he didn't talk to her, he'd be sorry for the rest of his life and for years to come. "What's your name, madam?" he inquired as he stretched for her hand. The prince of Wisteria met the love of his life in the moonlight, surrounded by a sea of brilliant flowers, a princess from a country whose history was on the verge of dying out and being forgotten.

When you ask your parents how they met, they always tell you this story. It was like fairytale stories, which you wanted to have one day. "Your Royal Highness?" Alma's voice jolted you out of your trance. You let out a hmm and glanced at her in the mirror, urging her to continue. "Have you had them again?" She inquired. You sighed and nodded your head. "Yes, they have been more frequent than ever." You notified her. You've had this strange recurring dream for as long as you can remember.

A devil made from heaven, sent from above

A towering figure entered your room in your dream. They have stunning Ruby eyes and would follow you everywhere. Their hand would hover over your face before beginning to trace your cheek almost lovingly. They lowered themselves till they were only a few inches away from your face. "I know you're awake, my sweet little dreamer." They spoke in a honeyed, silky tone. " Sweet dreams, you little dreamer." It began with basic terms that everybody could understand. You sprang up, a cold sweat streaming down your body, and looked about wildly. How did he gain access to your room? You were ten years old when it began, with a faceless stranger chasing you like prey.

They had been stalking you in the shadows of your room for the next 8 years, paralyzing you while you slept and touching your vulnerable body. They slid their hands into your nightgown and felt your chest rise. They circled and squeezed your sensitive mounts, a smile on their faces as they drank in the sensation and sight of you. Their lips collided with yours, gasping at the sensation of how soft you were. "It's all done, Your Highness." Alma spoke up. You looked in the mirror and blinked. You've probably zoned out, recalling your vivid dreams. Raine looked at you, concerned, and asked, "Are you okay?" Her image appeared before you. You gave her a gentle grin." Yes, I'm fine." It was true, but it didn't mean you weren't embarrassed by the arousal tugging at your legs.

Looks like Henry's got a little date, let's have some fun

You looked at Alma and asked her how long before breakfast, lifting her wrist and inspecting her wacth. " It's 10 to 9. You're all set to go." She spoke professionally as she saw you rise from your seat. Raine approached you and complimented you, saying, "You look stunning, Your Highness. You're an exquisite gem." Alma opened and kept the door open for you as you exited your room and made your way down to the dining room.

You looked out the window and enjoyed the view. The garden's flowers appeared to be floating on water as they swayed in the little breeze. What a serene sight you thought, the sea of vibrant hues practically reflecting a rainbow on the ground as the sun shone above them. deciding whether or not you should take a trip down to the garden to sip some tea while taking in the blooms.You reluctantly lifted your gaze to the door, which you failed to see was drawing near. Two guards stood on either side of the door before one opened in and announced. " Their majesty, their Highness Y/n." As he held the door open and you were on your way, they let go of the door and returned to their guarding duty.

We've got lots to do, little errand boy

The dining area was lit up, with lights beaming on the marble floor, golds on the walls, and the chandelier casting an ethereal glow over the rest of the space. It was like walking into a painting of heaven, as your father, the emperor, looked up at you, a smile on his lips. He moved up to you and hugged you as he stood up in his seat. "Y/n, dear, a very happy birthday." He spoke and pulled the chair to his left. “Thank you, Father." As your mother smiled at you from her seat to his right, you told him.

"Y/n, are you excited?" Your mother inquired politely. Her face was merely a loving expression, a pleasant smile that everyone adored. Your siblings, the empire's young prince and princess, gazed up at you in amazement. The twins are ten, and they were looking forward to dressing up and having fun at tonight's banquet. "Y/n," your sister Eleanor exclaimed as she turned to face you. "What do you think your gift would be?" Elliot grinned at you. You stared at them both, slightly puzzled, before softly shaking your head. "Mother and Father discovered true love. All I want is happiness." You told them the truth, which was correct. You desired to be happy and avoid a loveless political marriage.

Come to me at Cloud Nine

The kitchen staff entered through the doors, bearing plate after plate of food. From soup to stake, plates were placed on the table. A maid place a dish of excellent in front of you, as well as the rest of the family. When the maids and butlers finished arranging the plates, they silently backed away, forming a line close to the wall. The royal family began to eat their meals one by one. It was a calm morning of eating and covering with each other here and there. You graded a napkin and wiped your mouth clean after finishing the first day's meal.

You put the napkin down and turned to your father, declaring, "Am full, I shall excuse myself." You stated, gently getting up from your seat and bowling as a sign of respect for the imperial suzerains. You turned to head towards the door as you waved farewell to your siblings. For you, Alma unlocked the door. She followed you as you went by, as did Raine. “What should we do, Your Highness?" You hummed pointlessly while Alma questioned you in a sweet voice. Before making a decision, "Prepare a carage for me, I would like to go into town." You asked for. Alma was about to beg you mercilessly when she turned to face you, but when she saw your puppy eyes, she gave up.

To be the perfect angel, some sin must be done

She sighed, tired, and whispered curses and/or why she constantly fell for your tricks. Raine and Alma assisted you in changing into civilian clothing as you returned to your room. Raine gave you a cloak for your protection. She brought it up. "You must return in two hours, no exceptions." Alma chastised you. You thought of her as a second mother. You massaged the back of your neck shipily, "Yes, Alma." You let out a chuckle . Alma anticipated you back to the castle at one o'clock in the afternoon. You made your way down the long corridors and down the steps to the first floor, to the door. Where a butler and four knights were patiently waiting for your arrival.

"Your Royal Highness." announced the buttler and the knights bowled to you. "The carage is ready for your departure." Oliver, the taller of the knights, spoke up, a scar over his nose. His face was expressionless and solemn. He remained your guard dog; you'd never guess he was married, and to Alma of all people. Even though he appeared mean, you could see it. He was an extremely caring individual. The personnel in the castle were all caring and courteous. You didn't need to know how far some of them would go for you. They would kill for you without hesitation or concerns. You were excorted to town , walking down the stairs and into the carage.

You told me what to do and what to say

Looking out the carage window, you could see the castle walls fade into the forests and huge landscape, while the lake mirrored the sky and light rays. It was a beautiful day. You closed your eyes and listened to the birds' melodious melodies and the horses' gallops. The hums of the outside world almost put you to sleep. To you, the ride was a blur. A knock sounded out in the air, and you slowly and sleepily opened your eyes. You rubbed your eyes and searched for the door handle as you looked out the window to catch Oliver's gaze.

You smile broadly as you open the door and take a deep breath of fresh air. The carage was positioned in an alleyway, distant from the villagers but still accessible in case of emergency. As you entered the town street, you pulled your hood over your head. Purple banners hung over the town, and you smiled at the sight of the numerous colors and market stalls. Magnolia and moonflowers from the royal family were draped throughout the city as decorations. It was significantly more entertaining than the majority of the aristocratic gatherings you had attended. You walked about with excitement, checking out the stalls and watching people dance.

I couldn't escape

You approached a vendor selling sweets and said, "One, please." The vendor was an elderly woman. You asked holding a finger up. She gave you a smiling up-close gaze. "Of course, dear." You gave her the cash and she dutifully selected the candies you had requested. You surprised when you opened the bag and said, "Are you sure?" You asked her. She sent you on your way by waving. "Yes, enjoy the festival.” You cheerfully nodded once she finished, thanked her once again, and continued your sightseeing.

You'd been browsing about for a while, mostly distracted. You unintentionally bumped into someone. When you looked up to apologize, you found... no one. You thought it was strange, but you kept walking. The street began to fill up, and you heard one of the knights yell your name. You came to a halt as you passed into an alley, waiting for them to catch up to you. But that was your mistake. They lost you the second they lost sight of you in the crowd. A hand grabbed your waist from behind you, and before you could open your mouth, a piece of fabric covered your nose and mouth.

You got to choose the ending of my fate

Your efforts proved futile since the more you struggled, the more you inhaled the chemical on the fabric. Into the hands of the person who would decide your fate, your limp body dropped. “We finally meet, Little Dreamer." Ruby eyes lovingly studied your face as a slender finger pushed a stray hair away from it. His face was played with by a smile that extended to his eyes. You were finally his! But he was unable to begin formally courting you until tonight.

He held you in his arms affectionately and softly. You both became one in the crowd that was moving through town. He hummed in ecstasy, a hunger satisfied simply by having you in his arms. He proceeded until he came to a door displaying a sign: This building has been totally hired out for the night. Thank you for your patience. Have a good time at the festival. When he heard from on of his spies, he was overjoyed. Inform him that you would be going into town for a short time. He could finally have uninterrupted time with you, even if you wouldn't remember much of it. His face flushed as he opened the door with the key.

You put me astray

He was in a rush. He disliked the way his jeans felt since they were too tight. Your back was against his chest as he held you steady, and his arm was wrapped tightly about you. He used his other hand to shuffle the table in front of him. He placed you lightly on the table after entirely emptying it. Your head lolled to one side while your chest gradually rose and fell, signifying unconsciousness. As soon as his finger touched your lips, a chill ran down his spine. Your dream state was pleasant, but not as real as it could have been because they were so soft to the touch. You didn't do anything, yet you might have broken him.

His finger moved deeper into your mouth, touching your tongue. He began to carefully pull your tongue out of your mouth with his pointer and middle finger. His dick twitched at the notion of pulling an unconscious groan from you, yeah, you liked it. He couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you hard. His tongue invaded your mouth, moaning at the taste of you and deepening the kiss. He clamped his lips, pulling away from you with a shuddering whimper. He pondered what your sex might taste like if your tongue tasted this good.

But not anymore

His trembling hands drew down your top, peering into your chest. You moaned slightly at the cold air, biting your nipples. His mouth wet, and he rapidly became attached to your mounts, licking and sucking them. He pinched and massaged them since he didn't want to leave them alone. He bit your nipple in delight as your back rachd met his mouth and touched. I'm eliciting more groans and whimpers from your delicate body as I enjoy my limited time with you. He let go with a pop and looked down at your lust-filled eyes.

His hands rapidly removed his belt and pants, his cock sprong slamming on his stomach. His erection was hovering over your face as he grabbed your face into the his hands. His tip brushed your lips, and his hips threatened to collapse into you. Slowly, he worked your mouth open, and you were so heated by the gods. Lips enfolded and properly absorbed his dick. It seemed as though your words were destined for him. As he began to pump into you, your tongue slipped beneath his dick. It began slowly, but as pleasure took over, his thrust got rougher. Your moans merged into a symphony of pleasure, so take him like the good slut you are.

I'm in control

His movements become sloppy. He had completely lost himself to the pleasure of your mouth. He twitched a few more hard strokes, and he was coming ropes after ropes into your mouth. He slapped your face gently, " Come on, be a good whore and don't spill my seed." With a sadistic smile he pinched and closed your mouth, forcing you to drink everything up. He let go of your nose with a hmm before pressing his thumb to your lips, pulling your tongue out. Giving you a passionate kiss on the lips as a reward for being so good.

You stared to groan and shift in your sleep, meaning that the drug was wearing off and you would wake. He was sad his time with you was coming to an end, but like the carrying lover he was, he helped you pit your clothes back on. Once you were set and ready to go, he began to carefully lift you before a thought crossed his mind. Walking over to your lower side, he worked your underwear off. You can't leave him without a parting gift, can you? Now he could take you back to does pesky knights of yours. He stepped out of the building, pulling your hood over your head. It didn't take long for him to notice them, and when he approached them, he pretended to be concerned.

I have the stage

"Excuse me," he said to attract their attention. They were tense the instant they noticed you in the man's arms. " Could you assist them, they fell near my shop?" He stated anxiously, holding you out to them. Oliver instantly picks you up in his arms and examines you thoroughly and deceptively. He thanked the man once he determined you were unharmed. His wacth rang before he could ask the man his name. That meant it was time for you to go back to the castle. He turned to face the stranger only to find him gone, weird, but he had other things to attend to.

Oliver gently placed you in the carage and began informing everyone that it was time to return their Highness home. The catage slowly began to draw away and began its voyage back, leaving the village and its residents behind. With a quiet low groan, their eyes flicker open and blur as they acclimate to waking up. The first thing you noticed was that you were moving, not on the street but within your carage. You're left wondering how this may have occurred. Had you fallen asleep by accident? No, you shake your head at the concept, as if it were unthinkable. Your most logical approach was that you had passed out, but were and how? Your most plausible explanation was that you had passed out, but had you and how? Your thoughts were as foggy as static on a radio. You sighed and switched your gaze to the window, admiring the natural scene as the carage drove by.

You can't turn the page

After a while, the Castel walls appeared beside the oh-so-familiar gates of your home. You'd only be a few minutes away from the Castel's entrance. The carege began to slow down before coming to a complete stop. Your jaw was clenched, and your tongue had an unusual flavor and were you missing your underwear? -Tap tap - you faced Alma as she softly glanced at you. You opened the door and met her eyes with a wave. "I hope you had fun, your majesty." Her voice exclaimed, "The town is so colorful, I enjoyed it." Your words were genuine and honest.

Time seemed to move faster in your eyes, passing in a blur. Nightfall had descended in the sky before you realized it. Maids and butlers ran from one location to the next, while chefs and gardeners worked diligently to ensure that everything looked great. Everyone worked hard to make this the most gorgeous, lavish, and unforgettable banquet in history. There would be no expenses or details overlooked. It had to be flawless for their Majesty. During this time, many nobles, including the royal family, began to plan. Putting on their most gorgeous outfits and the most beautiful jewels they owned.

Now all eyes on me

Alma, Raine, and a few other maids began to assist you in preparing for your wonderful occasion. You were dressed in the finest silks available and soaked in the sweetest and most lovely perfume money could buy. The greatest of the best, the finest of the finest jewels adorned your body and hair in a magnificent and graceful style. You were magnificent when the companions completed preparing you; in their opinion, not even the best and most rare jewel could ever compare to you. They were just stones, and how could they ever convey you in words?

The person looking back at you in the mirror was stunning. They appeared to be dolls. Your hand raised up to touch your face, like a living doll. Your reflection followed as you marbled at it, 'Beautiful; you exclaimed in hushed tones. You couldn't believe it was you, but you had no choice because you were staring at yourself. Three strong knocks jolted you from your stupor, and Alma stepped up to the door and opened it, taking care not to disclose you in the process. The person on the other end of the conversation had a brief chat with her, which you could hear no matter how far away they were. Regardless, you waited patiently for her to return to your side to provide an update or pass along a message.

All eyes on me

Before closing the door and turning towards you, you give the person a nod. "Your Highness, the banquet will start shortly," Alma stated. She pulled you up and began bringing you towards the door, reaching over to your seated form and taking your hand in hers. Except for Alma and Raine walking alongside you, the corridors were absolutely vacant. Every royal family member was not allowed to be seen by anybody other than their personal maids or family on their 21st birthday. It could bring you bad luck and have an impact on the blessing you receive tonight.

if only it were true, and no one save your maids had seen you. You didn't believe in superstition, despite the pair of eyes following you from the shadows. Your garments fit you wonderfully as you walked softly, the silk of your clothes flowing like water from a river. You waited 30 minutes before the banquet in a different room. You could hear the announcers, and there was a dish of food and a cup of tea on the table in front of you. Take care not to spoil or wrinkle your clothes as you sit on the sofa.

So many experiments, so many mistakes

You could hear the announcer as they announced your family's arrival. " Ladies and gentlemen, please greet his and her Majesties.The Wisteria kingdom's monarch and empress." As the door opened to welcome them into the hall, an outpouring of applause rang in your ears. Their voice rang out again not long after to announce the following line of royals. "Please accept Their Royal Highness, Princess Eleanor and Prince Elliot, the royal princess and prince." You could hear the people's loud talk as they celebrated.

You took a drink before returning your now-empty tea cup to its plate. You gazed up at the night sky, observing as the moon and the sky glowed in the darkness. It was like a painting's starry night, magnificent the more you saw it. The door next to you creaked open, Raines' head peeping out at you. Her right-hand beckons you to her, and you get up from the couch and move up to her. "It's time, Your Highness," you say quietly, tilting your head. Raine gave you a friendly smile.

But I'll go all the way 'til I'm in perfect shape

As you neared the banquet hall entrance, Almas's hand was in yours, and you could hear the many conversations on the other side. Alma knocked on the door, backing up to a safe distance so as not to get one K.O. from it. " Ladies and gentlemen, the moment has arrived. Their Majesty, the Wisteria gem. Their Majesty Y/n," they said, and the room fell silent for the first time since the banquet began.

The doors slowly opened to reveal a sea of people, chandeliers blazing brilliantly as stars. The hall was designed with a fairytale/garden theme. It seemed as if you were staring at the night sky through a garden doom. The oracle was kept in a big capsule shaped like a star in the middle of the ceiling. The gift was the only thing that determined your fate for the foreseeable future. You wanted to gaze out the window for a while longer, but you were being swamped by nobility wishing you a happy birthday, You were tempted to scoff. The majority of them were suckers, power-hungry hyenas.

First the worst, maybe third's the charm

You couldn't help but see eyes staring at the back of your head as you socialized with the few folks you knew weren't here to suck up to you in the hopes of gaining political support. You were tempted to turn around, but practically everyone's attention was on you. After all, it was your birthday. Everyone's attention was drawn to the sound of glass being struck by a spoon. You looked about for the source of the noise, then up to see your father standing on a balcony. Only the royal family was permitted to sit in it.

" May I have your undivided attention?" His Majesty's authoritative voice echoed around the room. Given that all eyes were on him, he added, "Y/n would you come and join me?" The sea of people slit open, creating a path for you as you made your way to his majesty, as he voiced out. Oliver was waiting for you at the bottom of the steps to take you up. You could hear some of the people whisper as you climbed up the steps, careful not to fall. 'They're so lovely, one would say, while another would say, 'I wish they could marry me.’ On the last step, Oliver extended his hand to your father, giving you to him as he prepared to finish his speech.

So close, oh, I cannot wait

"On this blessed night, we have gathered here to celebrate their Highness's 21st birthday." Raise your glasses in celebration. "Happy birthday, my darling." Your father finished with a toast to you. The other visitors followed, and they all wished you a Happy Birthday in unison. " Thank you for your kind wishes. Please relax and enjoy the banquet." You made an announcement to the entire room. You took a step back from the balcony and sat close to your mother and siblings, talking and making small talk here and there!

You were enjoying the peace and quiet of simply having to sit with your family instead of talking and seeing individuals you didn't want to see. Your attention was drawn to the sound of rumbling. It was initially silent before becoming louder. "Ah, it must be time." Your mum made a remark. You sought a watch but couldn't find one. Was it already eleven o'clock? That must mean that you gazed up at the celling, seeing as the star containing your present gradually barante lower itself.

The demon won't taint me now

You rise from your seat and approach your father, gazing in astonishment at the glittering and sparking light. You received a nonverbal nod of approval from your father as you looked at him. Your father was next to the stairs, holding out his hand. You made a short bow before taking his hand in yours as he led you to the center of the room, where the star was. As the chandelier lights dim, only a spotlight shines on your walking figures as they move closer and closer to the center. Once in the center, all of the lights were turned off, leaving only the moonlight and the sparkling lights of the shiny ornament hanging in the center of the chamber.

"It is time for the oracle to grant my child a miracle. This kingdom's future ruler." The monarch declared as a gathering of people stared in awe. " Go ahead, honey." As he gazed at the oracle, the emperor nodded at you. You placed your right hand on the surface of the star, looking straight ahead, expecting your hand to contact the oracle.You watched as the surface beneath your palm sparkled in a throbbing rhythm, glistening like a jewel in the sun. Its brilliance grew brighter and brighter until it halted, and a voice from the star spoke.

'Cause you're the sacrifice he'll slay

"Oh, my my. What do we have here? A Jewel to rival the gods, a symbol of beauty." The volce uttered. It sounded manly, with an amused tone _you gave a confused gaze at the star, "Your future Is veLY Interesting, yes, yes." They mumbled out, as you Imagined he nodded while holding his chin. "You will be blessed with a fertile life on this day. May your years ahead be filled with Joy and prosperity. Your love will treasure you with adoration." They spoke In a solemn tone of volce. Your eyes enlarge and your mouth slightly opens, as if you're a fish out of water trying to comprehend the scenario.

"What do you mean by 'fertile*?" You Inquired almost in hushed tones, hoping no one could hear what you were saying. "Fertility will benefit you whether your love is a guy or a woman. Though some gods enjoy playing with words, fertility means what it means. Whether you have a man's, a woman's, or another body, you may have the opportunity to start a new life." They replied in the same tone of voice as you, in a faint whisper that only you could hear. "That Is the miracle bestowed upon you; I bid Your Majesty farewell and wished you a happy birthday." The lights dwindle until they vanish, Indicating the end of the oracle until the twins' birthday years later.

You said I wasn't good enough to stay

You wanted to hit and beat the damnd oracle for daring to utter such a thing, as well as the God who sent you this gif in the first place. You were seeing crimson, your eyes were dilated, and you were shivering with rage. But before you could tend to anything or anyone, someone requested your hand. "Your Highness, may I have this dance?" The stranger took your hand in his, bowed, and kissed the back of your hand. " Do as you please." As music began to play, you were brought to the center of the room. You dance and dance to the music, one step after the next. You both came to a halt as the final tone sounded before bowing and saying your goodbyes.

As more people began to dance, the music began to ramp up again, ushering in a new round of celebration. You Bagan to move away to one of the several balconies to get some peace and quiet. You'd had your fill of socializing and meeting new people for the evening. You sighed as you sat down on a couch. Already exhausted, you worried that Alma or Raine had noticed your disappearance and started looking for you. You should have brought a drink, but you were so eager to leave that you forgot.

You put me away

Someone was seeking for you while you were engrossed in your thoughts. But they couldn't find you in the banquet while they were overioved to have heard the oracle. It seemed as though the gods were blessing them by making you entirely theirs. They could build a beautiful family with you, and the thought made their heart expand and their dick twitch. You're sitting on their lap, your belly distended with their child. Their rationality was gradually evaporating.

They requested their eyes and ears to look for you since they couldn't find vou anywhere. They command one on their eyes that notified them where you were after you left. They graded a drink and made their way to you, their precious little love, with a smile. They feigned to be lost and just happened to stumble across you as they neared the balcony you were on. Your gaze wanders up to their form, eyes marveling at them. They wanted to ravish you right now, God."Please accept my apologies, Your Highness." They spoke!

You took away my future and my fame

You noticed a figure out of the corner of your eye and stared in astonishment as you tried to find out who it was. He was by far the most attractive man you'd ever met; he had hair as silver as the moon, and in the light of the moon, it gave him a halo of white about him. His eyes drew your attention more than his impressive jawline.Ruby eyes, the way they looked at you, as if they were memorizing every detail on your face. They appeared so familiar as if you'd seen them in your nightmares, yet you'd only just met this man.

As he observed you, he let out a husky chuckle. "You appear thirsty, your Highness," he said as he offered you his drink. "Do you want some?" He paused. You cast your gaze between him and the glass of champagne. He waited with bated breath until you reached your conclusion. "Thank you, may I know your name?" you say as you extend your hand to take the drink. You inquired, catching his gaze.He let out another chuckle, and hearing it made you feel sinful."Dorian Nikolai." He cheerfully informed you, his voice sounded familiar. You wondered where you'd heard it as you took a sip, then another.

But now that will change

You gazed at the glass as you took your last sip. Was champagne always a sweet drink? You tried to stand up, only to stumble with your feet, as if you were inebriated. The glass in your hand shattered and shattered. Dorian extended his arm and grabbed you about the waist.He smiled at you like the Cheshire cat, but you couldn't see it. You held his arm and looked at him with terror and perplexity. opening and closing your mouth you asked the question. "What exactlv was in the champagne?"

He let out a tiny laugh as he caressed your face with his free hand.Your face became more flushed with each passing second. Your body was getting warmer, and your breathing was becoming uneven. "TIl take good care of you, my little dreamer. The sparkle in his eyes sends chills up your spine. Wait, did he just call you a "little dreamer?" His remarks caused your pupils to dilate. You tried to shove him away, but vou were too weak. You were terrified, your eves swollen with unshed tears. Oh, How he liked the sight, a moan left your trembling voice cords.

Focus on me

A tear finally escaped and rolled down your cheek. He kissed the wayward tear as he dropped his face to yours. When he did, he licked his lip and smiled at you, "Tasty." You tried shaking your head free from his grasp, but he held on tight. "What's the matter? You want me to kiss it more passionately." He inquired almost condescendingly, and before you could respond, his lips collided with yours. Muffling your cries and stealing them as his. He began to slowly paw your chest, eliciting an uncontrollable moan from you.What a lovely voice you had, his lower half twitched in anticipation.

Your entire body twitched. It was as hot as fire. "Wh-what exactly did you do?" Your comments came out slurred, followed by a choked sob, demonstrating how inebriated and distressed you truly were. "Don't worry, it's just an aphrodisiac." You were forced onto the couch while your mind digested the words that came out of his mouth. Your mind was like a broken record, with pleasure and lust coursing through your veins. His lips kissed you all over your face and body. "Moan for me, my little dreamer." He spoke into your ear as his hands slid to your lower body, his touch memorizing your body.

I'll be all that they see

His head rose as he turned to face your considerably more agitated and breathless face. The bulge of his dick could be seen. He got to his feet and bowed before you. Your sex was made visible to him when he raised up / pulled down the bottom half of your clothing. Your hands attempted to move his head away from your sex, but all of your strength fled you the moment his tongue started to slip up your sex. He used his mouth like an instrument. Your groans were the result of his labors, which he heard. He was only made more satisfied the more he heard them. He licked your sex and sucked on it, consuming much of your cream.

You gasped and covered your lips with the back of your palm as a knock echoed through the air and you let out a breathy moan. Surprised, you tighten your thighs, which only serves to further entrap him. "You're Highness?" As Alma cautiously opened the door, her voice could be heard. "Y-yes?" As the wicked bastard remained attached, you inquired. He continued sucking gleefully. "Are you okay, you sound strange?" Worried, she enquired. You apologized, tripping over your words, "Am fine, just a little ahh tipsy." Your toes began to curl as the stimulation pushed you over the edge, and the knot in your gut grew tighter and threatened to burst.

I'll make them sway

Your groans were getting more and more difficult to hide from Alma. “Are you certain that you're okay, Your Highness?” Her voice was getting more and more worried. Dorian continued to laps at your sex, while pumping his fingers in and out of your sex. When she didn't hear back, she said, "Am coming in." Your body becomes more sensitive, twitching, and trembling as a result of the physical effects of panic. Alma would see you being enjoyed by a man you had just met if she turned the corner. You were on the verge of breaking since the whole situation's humiliation dulled your thoughts with pleasure. “C-could you just bring me some w-water, Alma?” sounding like a plea for help.

"Mm, if you say so." Alma deliberated before closing the door and returning to get you something to drink. Dorian smiled at your situation, and with a couple more strong thrusts, the coil cracked. Your body trembled and spammed as you moaned in a high pitch. Your juices poured and landed on his chin, and he licked your sweet honey. He stood up and stared at your disoriented and fucked up countenance. Eyes rolled back, skin flushed, mouth agape, and the involuntary spasm here and there as the rush swept over you.

No, can't run away

"Now, my dear dreamer. Why don't we have some fun in your room, Mm?" Your head was so fucked up, craving for more of his touch, more pleasure, that you didn't even notice you nodded to Dorian's request. He mended your clothes and assisted you in getting to your feet. He was confronted face to face with Alma as he approached the door with you in his hand and opened It. She stood there with a glass and a jug of water, watching the scene before her.

Alma's hand almost lost grip of the glass as her face turned bright crimson with rage. She snarled at Dorian, "Unhand their Highness, you pig." Before speaking, he peered down at her, amused. "But their Highness requested that I assist them to their room," he almost acted offended by her comments. Alma turned to face you after looking at him with disgust. "Is that true, your highness?" She was curious. "I- I'm tired, and I didn't mean to bother anyone." You breathed while under the influence of the substance. "Nonsense, Your Majesty. Give them to me and I'll take care of them." Alma proposed, much to his dismay, he became irritated by her interfering.

Now all eyes on me

He gently snapped his fingers, and from the corner of the hall, you noticed a figure dressed entirely in black. They moved in silently until they were directly behind Alma. They lifted a hand up and hit the back of her neck, knocking her out. As the glass fell and cracked, spreading the water jug to the ground, her body slumped limp into the stranger's arms. You let out a startled gasp, "A-Alma," and looked up in fear at Dorian. "She's fine, wicked wrecked getting in my way." Waving to the stranger holding Alma, he explained. Dorlan tightened his grip on your waist as he led you to your chamber.

The entire trek to your room was a blur, and the moment your door closed, he started undressing you. He unbuckled his pants by yanking them down and exposed his cock to you, he then flipped your body around and bent you over. Pumping his dick a few times to completely erect it, rubbing his erection over your hole before penetrating you with a strong thrust. As your moans resonated across the room, he bounced you on his dick, fondling your chest. You could feel him in your stomach, rearranging your guts to his Ilking, drilling into your walls.

Ooh, babe, hey

You begged him to be gentle with you with broken moans and whimpers. His hands were behind your back, holding your hands, and with each thrust, your body arched forward. He let go of one of your arms, reaching forward and grading your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Kissing you passionately, his tongue lapsing over your tongue, whispering "Mine" like a ritual, pounding into you. As he plunged into you yet again, hitting the point that caused you to see sparks in your vision, your thoughts became a jumbled mess. To dumb out from pleasure, your brain couldn't connect together an understandable sentence.

You whined at him as your walls tightened around his dick, not carrying anymore, just wanting to feel another orgasm. "Are you about to cum?" He questioned you, now with your face pressed against the floor and your tongue spilling out of your lips, muttering nonsense. "If you want to cum, you'll have to beg me like the whore you are." He growled directly into your ears. "I-I want to-"Your moan Interrupted you, eyeballs rolling into your skull. "Answer me, slut." He compelled you." P-please...let me c-cum." The knot in your stomach tightened as you felt his dick quiver inside you.

You don't know what it's like to drown away

You pleaded, squirming at his words. "You are so good for me," he said as he massaged your nipples," Here's your reward." He thrust Into you a couple more times before shooting rope after rope of cum Inside you. Your tight wall milked his seed into you, pushing his dick deeper within you for good measure. He wanted to be certain that the oracle was correct and that he could have a family with you. He pulled out of you after he was done releasing his seed inside you. As his seed oozes from your hole, he leaves you on the floor, ass straight up.

Going to the bathroom and seeking something to clean you up. You weren't in a position to do anything, saying to yourself something along the lines of 'so good.' Whimpering from the high, you're juiced and his mixed together in a pool beneath you. When he returned, he cleaned between your legs, removing sweat. Your flustered expression was adorable, with flushed cheeks, crossed eyes, and mouth agape. He washed your face before lifting you into his arms and carrying you to the bath, where he ran you a warm bath.

In a puddle of shame

When you woke up you were in bed covered by your blanket, With the sensation of your body thrusting forward. Loking up your met with Dorian humping into you. His cock left a trail of silk on your thigh, as his dick pressed and soon penetrated your sensitive hole. A moan left your lips, as he held your waist with a strong grip. His hands would most likely leave fingerprints when he was done abusing your hole for his pleasure. He pressed his large palm over your stomach, as his bulge wrecked through you.

"Be a sweet little dreamer and take it." He said as he kissed your cheek, your tongue hung from your mouth. Saliva spilled out your mouth as moan after moan was pulled from your twitching body. The coll In your body began to tighten before soon it broke. You came undone under him, twitching and moaning his name like it was a prayer to the gods itself. He kept thrusting into you as you whined from overstimulation. He came not long after you had come undone, spilling his seed into your body, marking you as his.

You, yes, you

The next time you woke, you were alone and completely sore. You felt that your body was made from concrete. With a groan, you got out of bed, pulled your blanket with you, and walked over to your wall where a bell with a string rested. After ringing the bell twice, you returned to your bed, and after some time, you heard a knock at your door." Come in," you told the person. You expected Alma to be entering the door, but instead, it was Raine.

"Yes, your Highness?" Raine asked as she walked to your side. You looked up at her before asking, " Is Alma alright?" You held worry in your eyes, and Ralne let out a small 'Ah' of understanding. "Worry not your Majesty, Alma has just fallen with a cold." As she informed you, you let out a small sigh of relief. Raine helped you to your feet, taking you to the bath. She didn't ask any questions about the marks on your body. You were grateful for that.

Made me insane

You were glad that Alma was not hurt by Dorlan, You were glad that you had woken up alone for whatever reason. You were worried most of all about the oracle. You would have to go to the castle's library and look into it more. You could also go to the doctor/magician's tower and research more about the topic. " All done, Your Highness," Raine exclaimed. "You were getting in the habit of getting lost in your thoughts lately. After getting out of the bath, she helped you get dressed.

You have decided to take a walk in the garden, maybe that might help you clear your mind. Raine helped you pack a basket for you to enjoy, some of your favorite treats and drinks, just what you needed to relax. As you walked and passed the garden walls, you breathed in the fresh air and the scent of flowers, and a smile graced your face. You came to a stop at the center of the garden, where a gazebo stood. Its pillars are surrounded by roses, bushes, and other types of flowers.

But not anymore

As you enjoyed the peaceful view, listening to the birds sing, and the wind moving the trees, you felt so calm. You enjoyed your peace along with a few treats here and there. From the distance, you spotted a butler walking towards you. You waited patiently for them to arrive, and when they did, you politely asked them, " How may I help you?" They gave you a bow before speaking, " His majesty, the Emperor, wishes to speak with you." They stated.

You gave the a nod before responding, " Very well, thank you. I shall be on my way." You spoke as you stood from your seat and stared your walk. You pondered what he could want to speak with you about as you walked the long hallways of the castle. Arriving at his office, you knocked twice on his door. Before announcing your arrival to him. From the other side, you heard him call out, " Come in." Taking his response, you graded the door handle and twisted it open.

I'm in control (I am in control)

As you walked into the room, you asked, " Father, what is ut that you could like to speak about." Finally lifting your head as the door closed behind you, you spotted a familiar figure with Ruby eyes sitting on a couch next to your father's desk. Your body frozed on the spot, remembering the way this man played with your body. Eyes wide and dialeted from the rush of emotions running through your head, " Take a seat, dear." Your father offered, hands crossed together over his desk

Taking a seat on the other couch next to your father's desk, you turned and looked at him. " Father, what is the meaning of this?" Your tone sounded inraged, but the could be the result of your emotions running amuck miles per hour in your mind. " Let me introduce you to the son of one of my good friends, Prince Dorian Nikolai. From the Kingdom of Snow and Ash." Your father introduced, as Dorian waved at you with an innocent smile.

I have the stage

You were awestruck, Dorian was prince. The man that ravished you like an animal, as if you weren't anything but a flashlight, a piece of meat to pound into. He was in your home, and for what more else to get his greedy hands on. " He has come here to officially court you. He has already asked for my blessing. His father hopes that we can make an alliance." Your father explained the reasons. Dorian rose from his seat, took your hand in his, and gave it a gentle kiss. Bowing, he said, " It is a pleasure to meet you, your majesty. "

As he did so, your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel your cheeks growing red. It was as if had corrupted you, twisting your sense of love and affection to his liking. His eyes looked at you with a burning possession, like you belonged to him and only him. Your eyes were meant to look upon him while he was created for the sole purpose of worshipping you. " It is also my pleasure, sir Dorian." You spoke, sounding breathless. You were ashamed to be filling aroused by his intense gaze and in front of your father, nonetheless. Dorian smiled at you knowingly.

You can't turn the page

" Great, now that you are both acquainted, we can start with the next step." Your father called out, catching both your attention to him once again. For the next couple of weeks, you and Dorian went out on dates. You so desperately wanted him to mess up, to slip in the slightest so you could tell your father to break the courting immediately. But that didn't happen he took you to your favorite places, got you flowers, and so on. If he held your hand, he held it just enough for you to feel his warmth, only to take it away and having you crave his touch.

As the weeks turned into moths, you had discovered that you were starving for his touch, even if it was in the slightest. You wanted him to look at you, to kiss you, to touch you, to love you. You didn't know what to do with yourself, you went to the magician. Telling him you felt sick for some reason, he ran some tests. By the end, he congratulated you, " You're in love, Your Highness." He smiled at you. You were....in love with Dorian? But...you hated him, right? Your mind was a mess. Your heart was telling you one thing, while your brain is telling you another.

Now do as you're told (Encore, hit the beat, boys)

Dorian knew what he was doing. He was making you so touch starved that you would have any other choice but to ask him. He waited patiently. At first, he held your hand for a long period of time before slowly decreasing it to accidental or sutel brushs of the hand. Watching as your eyes closely looked at his hands, anticipating to fell his touch only to be disappointed at getting almost nothing. He could see he was at your breaking point he just had to push you harder over the edge until you broke.

He was sitting in the garden with you, as he invited you to have a picnic with him. You were sitting in front of him in the chair opposite his, as you eat at the gazebo. You were barely holding eye contact with him, as he talked to you. He called your name, making you look up at him, “ Come here." He politely asked. You placed your utensils down before walking over to him. As you stood before him, his hand extended to your face, whipping some crums from the corner of your mouth.

Focus on me (Focus on me)

You blush at his actions, " What's wrong?" He asked you. " I have fallen...for you." You spoke, looking him in the eyes. He smiled, his eyes wrinkling in delight. He took your hand and sat you on his lap, " And why is that little dreamer?" He asked, amused. " Your touch sets me on fire, I feel I might have become addicted." Yiu spoke softly, lowering your head in shame. His pointer finger and thumb lifted your chin, making you look at him. He kissed you, a quick kiss on the lips. Before he kissed you once again more deeply. You both shared a passionate kiss.

You felt his growing bulge press against you. As he held your waist and softly thrusted into you, trying to get as much friction as he could. Breaking the kiss, you moaned, panting for air. He watched you ride him, eyes clouded with slust. " Won't you help me with this, dear." He spoke, pointing to the ever growing bulge in his pants. You knelt before him as he spread his legs to give you access to his clothed erection. His hand rested on the top of your head as you unbuckled his belt. Your body was hidden under the table, as you pulled his underwear off.

I'll be all that they see

His cock sprong out, his pretty pink tip dripping clear pears. It was veiny. You held it in your hand, giving it a few pumps up and down. Staring up at him with your doe eyes before licking his dick from the base up. You heard him gasp a "F-fuck." As his hips buckled into your hand. You kissed his tip before taking him in your mouth. He was big, and your eyes swelled with tears as you took what you could of his length. He stroked your cheek lovingly as you adjusted him into your mouth.

Soon, your tongue began to swerell around his length. Your head bouncing up and down, saliva falling from your lips, his hands still rested on top of your head. As he threw his head back in pleasure, he spotted movement from his peripheral. In the distance, a lone butler was waking his way towards you both. He voiced his concerns to you, but that only made you suck on him harder. With the butler quickly approaching, he could feel himself, start to twitch. His balls began yo tighten it was only a matter of time before he came undone.

I'll make them sway

The butler finally arrived, and he tried his best to seem relaxed. " Pause my intrusion, but is their highness here?" They asked, looking at him. He could feel you smiling around him, chiki little slut. "N-No, they just le-left to the castle." He stumbled out. You sucked on him harder. He didn't think he would last long. " Ah, I see. Thank you, sir Dorian." The butler bowed to him as he spoke. He turned around to take his leave before stopping again. " Are you alright? Your face seems a tad red." They asked him. "Y-yes. I'm just a little tired, I-I suppose." His voice threatening to stutter as he speaks.

Shit, he he was breaking. He was about to come as your tongue rubbed his slit, the butler looked at him before nodding and walking away. The second the butler was out of ear shot, he graded your head and thrusted into your mouth. With a groan, he spilled ropes after ropes of come into your mouth. You gladly accepted it, swallowing it all up. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, "You're so good for me, darling." He stroked your cheek. He helped you up and gave you a kiss.

No, can't run away

When he broke the kiss, he looked you in the eyes before speaking, " When we get to your room, I will fuck and stuff you full of my cum that you won't ve able to walk tomorrow. Considere that you're punishment and reward for being such a good slut for me." He finished by giving you a kiss on the lips. Enjoying how your pupils dialated and you shifted on his lap excitedly. "How did you get in my dreams?" Your doe eyes looked at him in wonder. " I guess we shared the same fates. That is why I was in your dreams, to find you and make you mine." He said while kissing you.

He lifted you into his arms and carried you down to the castle. He was going to make sure you couldn't walk tomorrow. Let alone talk after moaning and screaming his name in pleasure the whole day.

Now all eyes on me

Now all eyes on, all eyes on me

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-` 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉, 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞𝖊𝖉! ´- sorry It took so long I was running out of ideas for this one.

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Strangers On A Train (Dabi x Reader)

Anon Asks: If requests are still open, some filthy Dabi breeding kink plz 🥺💕💕 love your work !!!

Hi anon! Glad you’re here! Sorry this took a while!!! I hope you like what I’ve come up with <3 I feel like his breeding kink is mostly empty promises meant to keep you leashed to him. Someone he just plucked out of society wouldn’t know any better than to believe whatever he says. I felt like I needed the right inspiration to hit in order to write since this is just so delicious, and I think I found it in the form of an old adult film a friend told me about one time. I wish I knew the title of it, but without further ado, here’s a mean Dabi with a disgusting breeding kink ;)

Word Count: 1.1k

Tags/Warnings: (focuses on real themes, dark content), chikan, fem reader, noncon, sex with no prep, breeding kink, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, misogyny, very light yan themes if you squint

It starts off with a tired day. Whether you’re busy at work, hungover after a party or whatever. The long journey home has just started, and you thankfully found a seat after the first stop. Almost immediately after sitting, you’ve found yourself nodding off on the train. The quiet hums of the cart rustling you back and forth gently, it’s beckoning you, eye lids getting heavier and heavier, the announcer overhead growing more faint as your brain shuts down slowly. A sudden jolt of adrenaline kicks in as a hustle of people pack into your cart like sardines. A peculiar man boards, standing across from where you sit. He’s scarred from head to toe with raven black hair and roughed up clothing that’s been torn up in a few areas.

You two exchange short lived eye contact. A courteous smile is extended on your part as more humans pack into the train and obstruct your view of him. The doors close, the next stop is heard over the radio, the train sputters to a rolling start. You look up to haphazardly observe your surroundings, a pregnant woman is standing with her fingers gripped tightly around the handle vertical from you, the train jostling her around with ease.

“Ma’am,’ you whisper,

“You can take my seat if you’d like”

She smiles politely and whispers back “thank you” as you switch spots with her, passengers already taking it upon themselves to stare at the two of you. Despite whispering, you’re still technically being disruptive by social standards.

Heavy eyelids come back to pester you again, even when you’re standing with white knuckles around the strap. You’re not quite aware of your surroundings, your mind is just coasting through trying to get to the last stop as best as you can. The world around you focuses in and out as you drift through phases of consciousness. Such a sluggish feeling, so sluggish you don’t notice the scarred man you smiled at earlier has moved from where he initially stood on the train. Chest against your back, you can feel his soft rugged breathing as he leans closer into you, taking advantage of every bump the train tends to make.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, the will to fight off the urge to sleep strengthens as you’re now hyper aware of your surroundings, and particularly, interpreting if this man has any ulterior motives. Your feelings are confirmed almost immediately as the man rests a hand on your hip, dry humping against your ass. The grinding motion of his clothed cock teasing you slowly, against your will, your heart flutters in conjunction with your body tremors with the hot stare, his cerulean eyes watching every bounce and jiggle of your body in such an observant and petulant manner. He leans into your figure further, nose brushing against your goosebump ridden neck, inhaling your scent.

“Are you aware of the declining birthrate that’s infecting our country as we speak?” His gruff voice whispers against your skin.

“Sir—“ you turn to look at the perpetrator, shocked at his disgusting comments.

“—Shhhhh!!” A patron hushes you. Suppose you already had your free pass to speak when you gave up your seat, any more noise and you’d rather not have the entire train agree to kick you off for making more of an issue. You’re baffled at the lack of empathy your fellow passengers have for you, much more quick to dismiss than to bring light a conflict.

The hand that once took purchase on your hips slowly creeps upward underneath your shirt, cupping the swell of your breast and squeezing down hard before pinching and rolling your nipple between his calloused dirty fingers.

“See that woman over there? That you so graciously offered your seat to? Why don’t you fulfill your duty and help the birth rate” he hisses delicately over the shell of your ear as his lips press against the soft flesh.

The others surrounding you notice your predicament, but choose to either avert their eyes or keep staring at the spectacle he’s causing.

“We’re getting off on the next stop. Say anything and you’ll be burnt to a crisp on the spot, understand?”

The low rumble of his voice causes a shiver down your spine as you nod nervously to his demands. As the announcement came to a head, he ushers you off the train, stapled hands keeping the firm grasp on your hips. He’s dangerously close behind you, guiding you down an unknown road that leads to a dark disheveled apartment. You’re greeted by beer cans and empty cartons of cigarettes scattered around a single stained twin sized mattress.

Each article of clothing is pawed off in a disordered manner, he can’t seem to keep his hands or his mouth off you. A shoe here, a shirt there, you’re stripped down to the bare nude hastily before being pushed onto the dirty mattress. The scarred man stays pretty much clothed, opting more for convenience on his part by pulling out his hardened cock. Cigarette butts cling to your back as you’re nearly crushed by his full weight, slotting himself between your legs and leaving no warning for bottoming out inside you completely.

Beer cans clink and roll off the bed with how hard he’s fucking you into the mattress. He doesn’t let up, keeping himself sheathed for as long as possible. Your eyes glaze over with tears rolling down the sides of your face, mind desperately trying to dissociate, but between the jolts of pain, pleasure begins to bloom ever so slightly, but nothing that comes to fruition. The villain’s moans get louder, more whiny, his movements are more erratic.

A hand moves up to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him, “Yeah you want me to get it all inside and keep you here tied down to me forever? That’s what you’re doing to me looking at me with those beautiful wet eyes. Your pussy’s too tight and too pretty to not fill up.” He sucks in air through his teeth.

Fear hits the pits of your stomach, “No, no… No please don’t”

He brandishes a smile, bright blue eyes staring deep into your squirming form. Not another word is exchanged from either of you, thrusts coming to a sloppy piston as this stranger fills your womb to the brim with potent seed. His mouth slightly ajar, crazed eyes now half-lidded with a his hand wrapped around your neck, heat radiating from the palm, a vague threat of burning you beyond recognition. This is your life now, no longer the strangely beautiful mundane work-home rut you once resented.

#tw.breeding kink #tw.chikan #tw.misogyny #tw.pregnancy #tw.noncon #dabi x reader #touya x reader

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manjiroscum · 2 years

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COTTONTAIL

Character/s: Bonten!Manjiro Sano

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, hybrid au, established relationship, reader is a bunny hybrid, mentions of past kidnapping, reader is an airhead, tiny angst, cunnilingus, rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, heat cycles, unprotected sex, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by bby grey @meganemoon 💖🥺 thank you so much and hope u like it luv!

Synopsis: Mikey would do anything for his wife—even hightail out of an important meeting.

WC: 2.7k

Ginza Six, everyone's favorite mall—or so your old friends used to say for the heck of it whenever you guys passed the area after class just to seem relevant. Their snobbishness always irked you, but in a place where friendships were hard to come by, especially for hybrids, you never complained. Pretty little head too wrapped up in the thought that despite how mean they can be, they were still your friends. The building’s postmodern architecture gave off an aura of exclusivity that people will never miss, especially during the sunniest of days when the light hits the glass windows. The difference back then was you didn’t like how it was too lavish and expensive to shop there, the design reminding you of a sleek rubix cube. Finding the prices of the shops’ items to be ridiculous and quite hilarious at that time as a student. A bit envious of those who can afford it. You had no money to buy beautiful dresses that cost more than a month’s worth of groceries. Now? All you had to do was swipe on the trusty old credit card your beloved husband gifted you the first three months into the relationship two years ago. No more snobbish friends or bills to worry about. Time certainly flies fast, especially with Sano Manjiro as your lover.

To spoil his pretty baby was almost second to breathing for him. There’s nothing he can’t do.

Seemed like it was only yesterday when he freed you from a mountain of debts, whisking you away from those icky men who were illegally selling bunny hybrids in the underground city of Tokyo. It was a pity on their part when they decided to mess with the leader of Bonten in the matters of trade and scamming them, but certainly a win for you. Yet, marrying Sano Manjiro wasn’t part of your plans after being set free that involved a quiet life in the countryside after escaping such a stressful situation. Nor did you ever stop and think that maybe this was indeed fate working to reward you for going through tough times.

At the end of it all, you’re more than content with your husband and how he takes care of you.

Other than just a place to spend your free time whenever Manjiro was busy with Bonten, Ginza was the perfect place to just hang out. But unlike any other day, the number of people has significantly increased due to the new shop that opened days ago. Making a mental note not to go through the crowded areas, you almost skipped your way to the first store you wanted to check out. Perked up bunny ears slightly swaying as you went with the shopping bags on your arms that you’ve accumulated from thirty minutes spent going around. Sashaying your way into the Dior store, you politely smiled at the woman. Instantly recognizing you from the countless times you’ve visited, she was quick to assist you with a warm smile.

“Good day. What would it be today, Mrs. Sano?”

“I’ve seen pictures of a new set of leather collars that came in just this week.” Fishing out your phone from your purse, you then started to search for the screenshot you took before holding it up to the woman to see. Specifically pointing at the pink one that had a golden heart as a centerpiece. “Wanna surprise my husband since he likes these. I think it suits me, too. Don’tcha think so? Do you have it in stock?”

“Alright. Let me go and check, okay? In the meantime, feel free to sit down or have a look around.”

Left all by yourself again, you exhaled lightly and began to walk around the shop after setting down your shopping bags on one of the black cushioned seats. Eyes searching for something that might catch your attention as you waited for the sales associate to return. Eyeing a clutch, your gaze traveled from it to the streets outside where a mother and child were passing by. Huge cotton candy in the shape of a familiar cartoon character in the child’s hand, a smile on his face brighter than any of the ladies inside the same establishment as you. Contagious it was, as a smile of your own graced your features at them having a good time. Line of sight falling to the golden band on your ring finger, it slightly faltered then morphed into a pout.

Oh, Manjiro…

Quite dangerous it was for your husband to walk around in broad daylight and accompany you out. Not only were the police after his head, but numerous rivaling gangs wanted to jump on the leader of the most notorious criminal organization in Japan to make a name for themselves. Plus, he strongly implements that you and he should never be seen together in the public eye. And while there were times he brought you to restaurants, it was usually those who had connections with Bonten or you both went so close to midnight where regular citizens have gone home. Manjiro was always careful, calculating in every move in order to keep you safe. Trips to Ginza or other places wouldn’t be possible at all if he wasn’t. But as much as you were thankful, the forlorn feeling never stops seeping into your heart whenever you see couples out doing romantic stuff without care.

Would it be so selfish if you wished for the same thing even after being handed almost everything?

Whether it was the AC blowing directly on you or how the store was cold, you shivered and hugged yourself. Why the fuck is it so cold all of a sudden? You cursed at yourself for forgetting to bring one of your coats in case these things happen. Nevertheless, you quickly beamed at the sales associate now walking up to you with a grin on her face. Finally, once this is over, you could go out and seek the warmth of the sun.

“Mrs. Sano, the collar you wanted is available. Would you like to try it on first?”

Before you could even respond, another chill ran down your spine, prompting you to rub your hands together. What was even more frustrating was how your body temperature was slowly rising, a thick warm sensation blooming from your abdomen. This didn’t go unnoticed by the woman, who quickly tried to reach out and ask about your well-being. Your reaction was instant, stepping back to evade her touch in fear of aggravating the condition that has dawned upon you. Warm flesh, the pounding beat of your heart that is bound to get worse, and the slick dampening your aching pussy folds that would soon be embarrassingly obvious to anyone every time your thighs rubbed against each other. Not to mention, your ears flopping down at the realization, the skin gradually heating up.

Fuck! How could you forget about your heat?! How could you let such an important thing slip past your mind?

“M-Mrs. Sano? Are you okay?”

“Huh? U-uh, yeah!” A weak smile on your face, you then gestured at her to wrap the item. “I’ll take it, d-dear. That and another—what other color do you have? Red? Black? Well, w-whatever, just give me that and another one—doesn’t matter what, just please hurry up?” Seeing her nod and rush away after handing your credit card to her, you sighed. This wasn’t how you pictured your little shopping spree to go… How could you even forget about your upcoming heat?

Well, the telltale signs were already there… From the mood swings and the cravings.

A men’s cologne being tested was happening nearby, notes of what seemed to be spicy bergamot wafting towards you. Your hand shot up to cover your nose immediately at the enticing scent. Averting your gaze from where the sales associate disappeared, you weakly turned to the other way only to catch a familiar shade of hair paired with a different face. Heart banging on your ribcage at the images of your husband sprouting like daisies through concrete, you wished the traitorous mind filling your sight of him would halt in its silliness and leave you be. Wishful thinking never does anything and everywhere you turn, all you see are mimicking faces of Sano Manjiro that merely fueled your desire to have his cock inside your aching heat—now.

“Here you go, Mrs. S—”

“Thank you, bye!” Snatching the paper bag and the card, you mentally took note to apologize to her next time before taking off. Every step you took was like stepping in shards of glass. You did your best to avoid bumping into people as you left looking like you stole something from the looks you are receiving. Eyes darting to the cars parked, you squinted while trying to calm your hammering heart and the heat that gradually enveloped your body to a point everything was a big blur. Colors swirling into a heap almost diluted. To kiss the pavement would have been possible until your chauffeur took a hold of you, scanning your sweaty face and dazed expression. It’s even a miracle you managed to reach the car without passing out or jumping someone. Although the latter would’ve been far-fetched. Clinging to the man, you groaned.

“M-Mikey, c-call him please!”

“Mikey?”

Bored. Tired. His feet screamed to go down the path headed straight to his motorcycle to take him home and see you. Mikey hated leaving the penthouse early, knowing you tend to be needy in the morning while he kisses you goodbye. But matters in the organization wouldn’t disappear overnight, especially when he’s needed. And today was no different, sitting at the head of the table, listening to Takeomi present the sales of the latest drug Bonten was selling. At the man’s call for his attention, the platinum-haired man was about to move his slightly chapped lips from staying utterly silent the whole time found his onyx irises falling to his vibrating cellphone on top of his desk. Brows furrowed as to why your chauffeur could be calling, he quickly picked it up and stood from his seat. The rest of Bonten instantly went quiet, prompting Takeomi to stand still and be ready to resume once Mikey was finished with his call.

Except he didn’t know it was connected to you.

“Speak.”

“It’s your wife, Sir. She needs to speak to you—”

“G-give me that,” your shaky voice cut through the chauffeur’s voice, worry spiking up Manjiro’s spine at how disgruntled you sounded. Keeping his wits together, he waited for you to voice out your thoughts when you practically moaned into the receiver, causing your husband’s eyes to widen a fracture. What were you up to now? “Manjiro…” You drawling his name so seductively had his pants tightening. Manjiro could only mentally curse at the effect you have on him. “I’m sorry if I disturbed you, baby—know how much you hate me callin’ if you’re busy but, fuck…”

“What’s wrong?”

“‘Jiro, my heat… it’s here. Please come home to me.”

Thirty to twenty minutes. That is the usual traveling time Mikey had gotten used to from the penthouse to Bonten’s headquarters every time his presence was needed. Yet, it merely took him five to reach the towering building and ride up the elevator to your shared home. Seconds to discard his shoes and pad to the master bedroom, trailing the clothes you wore now serving like breadcrumbs on the floor. And even before he could swing the door open to ask where you are, you flung it back and jumped him. Hot kisses stamped all over his face, lowering down to his sensitive neck where goosebumps littered while he held you in his arms to steady you. The tight squeeze of your legs around his waist almost bruising, the aching damp cunt of yours rubbing against his clothed bulge. In all his years of living a dangerous life, Mikey would’ve normally prevented anyone from surprising him after being numerously betrayed by those who seek to ruin him. How easily those principles he lived by crumble at the face of you whining for his cock to stuff you full of his cum, naked as the day you were born with your bunny ears twitching.

“‘Jiro… fuck, I need you.”

“Baby, calm down—”

His words were akin to white noise, lips still aching to kiss every inch of his skin and bury yourself underneath it until Manjiro’s scent would stay with you for days, for weeks—forever. Taking matters into your own hands, you unlatched yourself from him and pushed him down until his back hits the mattress. You looked at him from above despite lust clouding your thoughts. And all your husband could do was stare back at your hazed-up mind, swallowing a moan once you straddled him and started grinding down his leaking clothed cock.

“W-wanna ride you.” Groaning at the overwhelming scent of your lover, you figured your hands had a mind of their own and started stripping him down to match you. Your leaking cunt in full display to his dark eyes that never strayed from you. You were definitely out of it—sheathing his throbbing and oozing dick inside of your gummy walls at once, whining at the stretch and how warm it was. But Mikey begged to differ, hissing at the contact and the wet muscles clenching him tightly as you started to bounce fervently. His wife has lost all inhibition and mewled, fingers playing with your perked nipples that he wished to suck on while you rode his cock.

But he couldn’t. Not when you would furrow your brows whenever he made a move to dominate you or to pin you down on the mattress to fuck you himself. No, you wanted to take lead for once and just take. Slowing down to just feel his cock snug in your hot slick cunt, you moaned into the air.

“Missed you so much, baby… Miss this cock in me—mhm, fuck. Need you…” Biting on your lower lip that it almost broke through the skin and bled, your gaze befell onto your husband who could only stare at you in muted awe. He then nodded at your statement, sharing the same sentiments. His pale chest rose and fell at the sight of raw carnal desire unfolding in front of him. Because fuck, if he had to choose between you and Bonten, anyone can mess around with the latter and still lose. But when it comes to you, those fuckers better be prepared to pry his cold dead hands from you before he’ll ever let anything awful happen to his pretty bunny. “‘Jiro…”

“Take me, baby,” he breathed, hands holding onto your hips and waist, giving them a squeeze. “Take it all. I’m all yours.”

No one had to tell you twice, resuming on bouncing on the cock you oh so loved. Unashamed to take what was yours and screaming obscene words, knowing only Manjiro is the sole witness to it all. Holding your tits, you keened. Mouth whining at how you couldn’t go on anymore. He knew this was gonna happen, you giving up in the middle of it because you hated tiring yourself—hate doing all the work. His spoiled bunny. The encouragement of your husband came in grunts, goading you to keep going. To fuck his cock and cream around it until you could no longer keep your eyes open.

“Isn’t this what—shit, what you wanted? Take this fuckin’ cock of yours, baby. Let it breed this bunny cunt. Don’t stop now.”

Sobbing softly, you came undone at the implication. Your eyes rolled back and body quivered at how he spilled his creamy cum into you. Cunt squeezing him dry for the first time today, despite knowing full well your husband would rather shoot blanks by the end of it than stop until your heat was over. Your searing gummy walls painted exactly like his silver hair. You were close to collapsing on top of him when Manjiro held you steady. Your husband caught his breath, a tiny curl at the end of his lips was a telltale sign that this was far from over. He suddenly flipped you to have your back on the mattress. Your husband then immediately went down face to face with your pussy folds still oozing with his semen. Warm tongue darting out to lick on your clit, earning a whine from your parted mouth.

“My turn.”

#❣️pat.coms #tokyo revengers smut #tr smut #mikey smut #bonten mikey smut #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro sano smut #sano manjiro smut #tokrev smut #tw.breeding kink #tw.unprotected sex #tw.hybrid au

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notoriouslygoodgirl · 11 months

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Guys who know how to properly finger you deserve to get sucked off on the daily

#bd/sm bottom #bd/sm daddy #bd/sm mommy #cnc k!nk #bd/sm community #bd/sm kink #tw.breeding #bd/sm dynamic #bd/sm k1nk #cnc free use #tw.squirting

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yandere-writer-momo · 8 months

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Monster F-er Anon with some smut (For our Sexy Bushy Eyebrow Husband)

Weretiger Katsumi x Rabbit!Darling (Beeding Kink, Praise, Potential Pregnancy and as much smut as you damn want when it comes to Katsumi)

It’s Mating Season and Darling is trying to get to her den, however she realizes she’s being Hunted and proceeds to run away from the Predator, only to get caught, but instead of being killed, he’s rubbing, hugging and purring in joy for finally catching his ‘Beloved Mate’ and takes her to her- sorry, their new home

(I love Katsumi SO much, he’s so cute)

I have wanted to do a leopard reader so you’re getting snow leopard reader!

Happy Freaky Friday!

🌶️ Yandere Baki Shorts:Little Mate 🌶️

Weretiger Katsumi Orochi x Snow Leopard Afab Reader

When (your name)’s humans had abandoned her in the wild in favor of a new shifter for their exhibit, (your name) was so afraid. She’s never been in the wild before. So this was all new to her…

For the first week, it took her awhile to get used to being on her own… to being able to survive. Her white coat made her easy to spot for predators… a snow leopard had no place in this jungle nor the wild in general. And she was terrified of every sound around her.

She spent most of her time curled up in a small den she had found. The young shifter only came out whenever she was hungry to catch fish at the stream below, but even then… she felt as if she was constantly being watched.

(Your name) caught fish again today, she had gotten better over the last few weeks but it still did little to quench her hunger. She was too afraid to venture out further in the forest for other things to eat. Especially with the strong pungent scent that permeated through the air. There was a bigger predator around and she was terrified to interact with them.

As she picked at her fish, her white ears and tail shot up once she heard a branch snap from above her. Her head darted up to the top of the tree above her only to see a large tiger that stared at her hungrily.

(Your name) quickly shifted into her snow leopard form and started to flee in terror, the larger tiger leaped down and gave tail. Her head pounded from the strong scent that came from the tiger, he must be the one who had marked territory all over the outer perimeter of her den and the forest… she truly hoped he didn’t catch and devour her.

(Your name) was soon knocked to the ground, the tiger pinned her to the ground without much effort. His golden eyes stared deeply into hers while her body shook like a leaf.

She felt herself shift back to her more human form while tears fell from her face. She was going to die… he was going to eat her…

The tiger surprised her when he licked the side of her face, a man now laid on top of her. The tongue soon replaced with lips that eagerly kissed her cheeks. An excitement was held in his now black eyes.

“You’re a leopard… you’re so cute!” The handsome man exclaimed in excitement while he slowly pushed himself off her. His orange and black ears flicked back and forth. “I’m sorry if I scared you…”

(Your name) could only cry while he tried to shush her. His thumbs wiped away her tears with a frown.

“Hey it’s okay… I’m Katsumi.” Katsumi introduced himself, the tiger shifter pressed his forehead to hers. “Please don’t be sad… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you… you just started running before I could talk to you.”

Katsumi frowned at how thin she was. He’s never seen a shifter like her before… she didn’t belong here… she had to have been forced here… but it was the perfect opportunity for him! He’d be able to mate with another big cat!

Katsumi wrapped his arms around her trembling form. The man rested his head atop of hers. She probably had no idea he had made several attempts to court her… poor thing.

“How about you come to my den? I’ll take care of you.” Katsumi cooed while he stroked her soft ears. So cute… so helpless. She was lucky he took an interest in her! She’d starve to death soon…

“R-really?” Katsumi felt his heart flutter at her big eyes. So adorable… so trusting. He’d never let her go…

“Yes. I’ll get you something to eat.” Katsumi purred, the young man rubbed his head against hers. “I’ll take care of you.”

(Your name) took Katsumi’s hand as he lead her into the forest. The tiger’s purrs never ceased…

Over the course of a few weeks, Katsumi brought her plenty of food and even some pelts to keep warm. The tiger constantly fretted over her well being.

The large den was spacious and full of pelts… so many pelts that one would think a family lived there rather than two shifters.

Katsumi was quite chatty. Apparently he too was abandoned but he was taken in by a pack of gray wolves, which explained his sociable behavior… and how cuddly he is.

“You’re finally putting on weight… I’m happy.” Katsumi whispered, the man pressed hot kisses to her soft ears. “(Your name)?”

“Yes, Katsumi?” (Your name) nervously tried to scoot away from Katsumi to put distance between them. As of late, he’s been more touchy and she wasn’t sure why.

“Did you have a mate back at the exhibit?” Katsumi asked with a dazed look in his eye, a loud purr rumbled in his throat.

“No… they moved me out in exchange for panda…” (your name) bitterly laughed. “I mean… we were both endangered species but I guess they weren’t able to find another snow leopard-“

Katsumi pressed his nose against (your name)’s with a purr. “Does it matter if it’s a snow leopard? What about a Siberian tiger? I’m endangered too…”

(Your name) furrowed her brow in confusion. What did Katsumi mean- oh… oh. Katsumi wanted to mate with her?

“I’m a good provider right? I can take care of us and our young!” Katsumi exclaimed while he gestured to the den. “Plenty of space! And we’re both big cats… it could work.”

(Your name) felt her blood go cold. Katsumi took her in to mate with her… he wanted young…

“Katsumi-“ Katsumi pressed his lips to hers to silence her protests. Her body grew warm from the touch, what was happening?

“Cats can induce ovulation…” Katsumi whispered as he pressed kisses all over her cheeks and neck. “We’ll mate everyday for the next five days! That way we ensure plenty of cubs.”

“Katsumi, I don’t know-“ an overwhelming heat overtook her body. The young woman shook in fear. Her heat… her heat cycle was here… but how?

“See? Your cycle is here. It’s time to be bred, darling.” Katsumi gently laid her on the pelts he had collected, the tiger crawled on top of her as he helped her undress. “We’ll take care of that, okay? I’ll make you feel so good…”

Her head felt heavy and her body felt so hot… she couldn’t move nor could she voice her protests. Her body was on fire and the coolness from his skin soothed it. She’d let him… yes. Katsumi was big and strong… he’d be a good mate.

Katsumi smiled at the way she went slack under his touch. The man disrobed himself as well. He feasted his eyes on her body while she admired his.

“With this, you’ll be my mate… and I won’t leave you! You’ll be my lifelong mate.” Katsumi beamed at her, the weretiger lined himself up at her damp entrance. “With this, we are officially mates…”

(Your name) threw her head back when he entered, the tiger hissed at the sensation of her tightness. She was so damp and so tight… she was a dream.

“So perfect…” Katsumi whined, the man shallowly thrusted in and out to test the water. “You’re so good for me.”

(Your name) could only grab his biceps to try to ground herself. This was entirely too much. He was too big for her smaller body.

A scream ripped from her once he picked up the pace. His pert balls smacked against the flesh of her ass while his tail tangled with hers. Whines and gasps left his lips while he began to fuck into her like a wild beast.

“Yes! God!” Katsumi cried while he chased his high. “Gonna get you pregnant… you’re going to carry my cubs… you’re mine!”

(Your name) could only grasp onto his back while her own high began to creep up on her. A mantra of tumultuous cries escaped her lips as Katsumi continued his assault. The man’s face became more beastly while his high rapidly approached.

(Your name) came with a sharp cry, her orgasm sudden and violent. Her walls violently spawned around Katsumi, the man buried himself to the hilt within her while he came. His hands tightly grabbed the fatty flesh of her hips to hold her still while he emptied himself into her. The man panted in satisfaction.

Katsumi then sunk his fangs into her neck to create a mate mark on her, the young woman cried out in pain. Katsumi licked up the blood with a smile.

“You’re my mate… you’re mine.” Katsumi nuzzled his head against her face. “We’re going to have so many cubs… I can’t wait to meet them.”

#tw.baby trapping #tw.breeding #tw.size kink #TW.size difference #Baki AU #female reader #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere baki #yandere #Yandere weretiger #orochi katsumi #katsumi orochi #yandere katsumi orochi #katsumi orochi x reader

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iwaasfairy · 2 years

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┌─ “ ! „ MARINE BLUE

tw. noncon!, dubcon, size kink, dacryphilia, biting, blood, interspecies sex, non-human anatomy, double penetration, blood, breeding, thalassophobia, captivity, creampie, sub reader, biting wordcount. 9.5k

a/n. here she is the mermay fic that is finally done. yes it's a monster of a fic but i promise it's worth it,, i sWear i swear ♡ enjoy merman/shark iwa rearrange your guts

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

The glimmer of the sunlight casting down on the wide open ocean is enough to make you a bit dizzy, holding up a hand over your eyes in hopes of shutting out some of the brightness. It’s undeniably beautiful, and the soft rolling of the waves brings a chilly breeze over the otherwise sweltering deck of the boat. Droplets of sweat roll down your neck, making your sunscreen covered back a little more sticky than it needs to be— but that’s a minor inconvenience to pay for a day out on the water.

Is what you tell yourself, and others when they ask. Beside you, Tobio is gearing up, yanking up his wetsuit with a little bit too much intensity and focus when it sticks on his calf or wrinkles around his thigh.

The sight makes you snort despite yourself. It’s the kind of expression on his face he has when he’s overly excited, though the narrowed frown your way would probably scare some people away. “Here, let me help,” you jump in before he rips the seal-like, dense fabric. Again.

“Yeah,” the noiret grunts. You wrap your arm around his lower stomach for stability and reach your free hand down the leg of it, feeling Tobio tense up beneath your touch. An otherwise innocent touch— but still your own face goes a few degrees hotter. He’s staring down at you as you force your hand along the length of his thigh until you get to the problem area, wiggling the sticky fabric away from his skin with a bit of work. Your hair sticks to the sides of your face when the wind picks up, but you pray you don’t look too horrible when you meet his eyes.

“I’m gonna pull it,” you say, and Tobio’s eyes flick away from your face back to his own body, then nods. “‘Kay, here— goes.” With one hard pull at the fabric it slots up the few inches and pulls nice and snug to those phenomenal thighs of his. You slide your hand back out along the side and let out a little puff of air, then take a step back to wipe your hand over your forehead. You’re most definitely flushed, nose and ears an obvious shade of embarrassment. But you are… painfully obvious, after all. “Good?”

“Yeah, thank you,” Kageyama doesn’t quite turn to face you when he says it, instead choosing to jam his arms into the sleeves with just as much enthusiasm as before, but it sounds genuine.

“Ahem,” the lithe, annoyingly familiar voice to your side chants, “if ya don’t mind, lover boy. The rest of’us are ready when you are.” Atsumu’s got his arms crossed over his chest, one eyebrow obnoxiously raised your way as you meet his look head on. There’s a short twitch of an amused smile that comes to his lips, before he sighs. “Yer’ gonna be okay up here, ain’t ya? ‘S not exactly the most fun of jobs, even if ‘a trust ya with ma life.” You nod, taking the softer look in his eyes of one of concern. Hidden under a lot of posturing and a lot of talk, but concern nevertheless. “Don’t get a heatstroke out ‘ere. We’ll be in for a little while, so drink some damn water.”

“I will, I will,” you roll your eyes, but the smile that comes to your lips is a genuine one, “thank you, ‘ma.”

He pointedly ignores your quip to help Osamu put on his oxygen, checking every tube and valve meticulously before they go. Bokkun, as always, is the first in the water, and you take a quick second to wave him out before undoing the rope around the railing and tossing the floaty down into the water for the big swimmer to grab. He says something that you miss when Osamu jumps the last bit of the ladder down, but the smile beaming on his cheeks is enough to settle you. “Have fun, guys!” you yell behind them, watching both Atsumu and Tsukki descend the ladder and get into the water.

Last up is Tobio, whose goggles and mouthpiece still dangle around his neck as he fixes the escaping bit of hair into his suit. “You sure you don’t wanna come with?” he asks, winding his arms around your lower back to pull you a little closer. “I mean, we can wait a little longer if you do. There’s plenty of gear down below, and we’re anchored. You don’t need to stay up here for our sake.” His little frown is pouty, and you’re quick to lean up and cup his cheeks. He has to dip down a little to allow you the comfort of reaching, as you lay a long kiss on his lips.

“I’m sure. You guys go have fun.” Your eyes go to his chest, then aside at the ropes of the ladder. He lingers a little longer, letting out a sigh and laying a kiss to the top of your head. “Bring me back something pretty.” You usher him along after the others, who in the meantime have connected the floaty to the weight a couple dozen feet away. A little far for your liking, but then again— keeping up with Bokuto when he’s on a roll is nigh impossible. The noiret sends you a thumbs up when in the water, and you wave him off with a small smile. It doesn’t take long before he’s reached the floater and resumes the last of the gearing up, then dives.

And then it’s just you. And the impossibly far stretch of the ocean as the bright midday sun gleams on its surface and glistens like a night sky full of stars. The warm waves and the salt bobbing peacefully against the ship belly, with the occasional hiccup or gurgle. You really do love it out here. The little alcove formed by the stacks of rocks is hidden in its shadow, running wind between the giant rocks where they stick out of the ocean strong and sturdy. In a hundred more years, these giants might have eroded away by wind and rain and the biting of its ocean footing.

But for now it is still your favorite diving spot, with the summer weather and the usually gentle pull of the ocean. Down below the surface, there’s a few underwater grottos, and a gorgeous stretch of land that used to be covered head to toe in coral reefs. Not so much anymore, sadly. Your last few years diving you’ve been more focused on the fauna— by necessity. The gentle bob of the waves against the hull of the ship calls to you, spattering into a million warm droplets.

It’s unfortunate. Your stomach still twists and turns at the idea of following them down, and you know that if you think about it too long, you’ll start to panic. And when you panic, your breathing goes short and hiccup-y and you get this awful urge to fight against your years-long collected knowledge; and that leaves you a useless addition to the team. Even just a few meters under had set you off last time. Left you sputtering and crying as you surfaced too quickly and your ears popped so hard you had to sit down for a while afterwards. It’s not fair, you think as you lay yourself down on the deck, legs still dangling off the side of the boat for the drops of cooler water.

How a single dive can ruin years of experience. But unfortunate and frustrating as it might be— you remember the darkness of the ocean. Night diving is always a bit of a gamble, that time hadn’t been a special occasion.

You remember being swept by an undercurrent, away from the guys, away from the lights. Remember your throat closing up when the water went a few degrees colder, the weight of the oxygen flasks on your back pulling you down despite your flippers working harder than normal. All scary, deafening— but then the yank. You’d never felt anything like that. Yanked a few meters deeper by a mean natured thing, the cold of it on your calf until you screamed around your mouthpiece and kicked toward your own leg.

The memory still gives you that tight feeling deep in your chest, that the ocean was victimizing you personally. You’d barely been able to force yourself to ascend slowly from the depths when you’d finally made it back towards the lights, shaking so badly Atsumu had to help you out of your gear after. Realistically, people die every day. Divers die being stupid, or reckless, or overconfident. The ocean doesn’t have a moral compass, after all. You don’t really want to become a number in a statistic.

But still, you long to join your friends again, to enjoy the perfect diving conditions to scuba around the familiar scenery yet again. You could spend hours for every day of the rest of your life and still never have enough.

You stretch out your arms above your head and let the sun warm up every fiber of you, glowing in the heat and the smell of salt winds that sticks in your nose and makes your hair a rough, coarse mess. It can only have been an octopus, you decided this only a few days after the incident, and you still believe it now. There’s a lot of them around the sandy ocean floor, hiding under rocks and nesting in the grottos from time to time, and while they are very strong, they’re not ill natured. It was an accident, you know this. So really, there’s nothing holding you from going back in. At least to splash around a little until the others return.

The time ticks by fast when you’re focused on the wind and the heat of the sun, lulled by the gentle tilt of the boat back and forth. Your feet a bit colder, toes stretching out towards nothing.

You sit up, pop the top off of your flask and down a few good gulps of water, then peer down into the water a couple feet away from you. The water closest to the stacked stone is only a good 10 meters deep, slowly dropping off the further you get away. Not even enough to truly hurt yourself if you do panic, though you’d rather avoid another incident. It rolls and bubbles under your feet, a clear, iridescent color that foams white. And you let out another wistful sigh, until your breathing hitches.

There’s a dark form that flicks through the water and under your boat, too fast to identify— all you see is that it’s big. Longer than the types of dolphins that come here. The ocean floor remains mostly undisturbed, but you suddenly jerk forward as the boat gets bumped from the other side. Your hand wraps around the railing while you stare, watching that same animal dart through under the water edge, tail whipping up a serious splash as the boat jerks again. You almost slip off the deck with the force of it. You’ve never seen any dolphin bump a boat this way either, you think in a fit of anxiety, sweaty palm wrapping tighter around the cool metal.

Your mind races with thoughts as you try to make note of what you saw, looking over at the floaty. It’s not nearly far enough not to come in contact with it if it’s aggressive, though the rapidness of the movements stay around the belly of your boat. The tail is the only thing you can really see because of the reflections on the water, but the pointy angles and fins don’t remind you of anything other than— You take a sharp breath. You do get sharks here from time to time, but Grey Reefs are small and gentle. In all your years diving you’ve never seen one this big— or aggressive.

And none of the guys are wearing chain protection suits in the first place, because there were no sharks reported in the area. You try to focus your eyes on catching where the shape should be moving down below, but the ocean floor is suddenly awfully vacant. And the wind picks up too, turning the boat further from the anchor point. Before you get the chance to climb down the ladder and switch on the red LEDs of the floaty, another bump jerks you off balance and you clamp your hand down around the rope ladder so hard it burns your fingers. You keep going down though, barefoot and in only your bathing suit as you get closer to the end of the ladder.

But the rope of the floaty isn’t there. Now, Bokuto is a carefree diver at the best of times, but you’ve never seen him forget to tie the rope in such a way that it stays connected to your boat. You panic. Despite all your experience, you get an awful case of cold sweat as your feet stand on the last step on the ladder and get kissed by the water, as you try to spot the floaty from your position. And sure enough, only a few feet out from the boat, the end of the rope bobs on the water surface as if taunting you. The ‘surfacing’ button is only a little further down the rope.

Your chest tightens as you look down below, at the aquamarine color and the soft weave of the waves around your toes. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. You’ve swam with sharks before. This isn’t just about your fear anymore now. Someone could get hurt if you don’t make sure they keep their eyes peeled. You take a deep breath and disconnect one hand from the ladder so you can aim your body towards the end of the rope, before sucking up all your courage to make a nice dive into the water.

Your body enters elegantly, barely splashing. The ocean feels a lot colder than you know it to be after sunbathing, gurgling around your ears as you force a few long paddles forward, then peek your head up. Your aim was a little off, but with a bit more reaching you can will yourself to focus only on the rope. It bobs temptingly just out of reach on each new wave. The water sucks a few degrees of your heat straight off of you, and your muscles are a bit sore, but your smooth technique is well worth it.

You manage to grab on, holding tight around the gritty texture as you paddle back towards the boat with your free arm. A tug stops you. Soft at first, you only notice your leeway is gone when the rope pulls down hard and fast towards the ocean floor and the burn of the rope leaving your palm is enough to have you flinching back. Instead of managing it back with the rope, you’re scared into swimming the other way when the dark shape appears back around the belly of your boat— you drag yourself instead to one of the low outcrops that surface just above the water edge. You’re shaking, your breath heaving wildly as you push yourself out of the water and onto the painfully sharp rocks on your knees.

You hack up some water you must’ve downed from the scare, before sitting down in the little sliver of sun to cast a cursory glance at your palm. There’s a few definite scratches deep enough to pull blood from the plasticized end of the rope, that now sting viciously from the salty water. More pressing is the subject of your panic though, as it lingers half hidden under your boat, only the bottom fin visible from your position. Though it certainly isn’t an ideal situation, you’re at least glad it’s staying by the boat. Visible to you means out of the way for the guys, and your heart rate— though still elevated, calms a little.

That panicked urge came up again, a thought that annoys you a bit too much as you spit onto the wound to at least wash some of the salt out of it. Your water bottle is still on deck, so you’ll have to wait until your new ‘friend’ loses interest. But the animal doesn’t budge even a little, staying right in place and course correcting with an easy whip of the strong tail. You have to admit— begrudging as you are— that there’s something slightly amusing about watching an animal twice your size just … sit under your boat like it’s taking a break in its shade.

“Thanks, jerkface,” you mumble towards the unmoving animal, though your mouth pulls up with a soft smile. The boat makes another noise when the creature bumps against it like the wave that splashes into tiny droplets again.

You can’t help but chuckle when you see some bubbles roll up along the hull and surface with a soft ‘pop’, pushing yourself up from your seated position. You should take a walk while you wait, let the movement keep you warm. The bit of stone you dragged yourself onto isn’t exactly big, but it curves into one of the bigger stacks where the gritty terrain creates a little cave. A soft splashing calls your attention back on the boat. And the absence of the previously tired shadow below it.

Salt water washes up over your feet as you sweep the area around your plateau for its shape, finding the ocean floor equally undisturbed. However normal all if this should feel on any other day, your skin stands on end, like an uncomfortable itch to run. As the wind drops, so does the twisting of your boat with the current. You drop your eyes to the far edge of your outcrop to study each rock as you think, only to go rigid. Your entire spine locks, toes digging into the stone. The top half of a face is surfaced above the water edge, as the man hides himself right up against your rock.

You stare, wide eyed and waiting— for recognition, maybe; or any explanation whatsoever. The guy doesn’t look familiar though. He doesn’t speak, but lingers just enough out of the water to keep his eyes on you, unblinking. It’s such a weird behavior that you’re not even sure what the hell to say, settling on a pitched “Wh— Sorry? I -what are you doing?!”

The man doesn’t respond, or move, and you can feel your anger rising above your concern. “This isn’t funny. You scared the shit out of me.” And then after a few seconds of pause, you point your thumb vaguely towards your friends. “We have a permit.” His eyes are sharp and angular and stunningly shiny, a pretty sort of watery green. You think you’d be able to appreciate it more if he wasn’t so damn creepy.

“... Dude, we’re allowed to dive here. Please just—” you swallow, thinking better of picking a fight. The guy is still between you and your getaway after all. “I can move the boat if you’re bothered.” Still no response. He barely seems to understand you’re even talking to him at all, and you take a few steps closer to get a good look.

It doesn’t… help. Your eyes go wide as you stare at the man— well… What seemed to be a man at first glance, doesn’t look anywhere near as normal as you really take it in. More accurate would be to call it a something. The creature bops unmoving in the water, not taking a breath, not blinking either. His hair colors a dark grey at the spiky ends, coarse with the salt water, and the skin around his jaw and cheeks is distinctly more grey too. It doesn’t move when you shuffle back a few steps, though it does seem to follow you with its eyes. Then sinks a few inches into the water to wet himself again, and back above the water.

You’re… floored. You didn’t notice any signs of dehydration, or of hitting your head— but then what the fuck are you looking at. It doesn’t make any sense at all, and you cast your eyes back at the spot where your friends dove a while ago, before turning back. The creature only takes his eyes off you a split second to follow your gaze, then goes back to staring. A deep sense of childlike curiosity washes over you the longer you stare. You’re unable to help it. You crouch down like you’d approach a stray cat, and shuffle a bit closer. Far enough to feel safe, but just close enough to take in every miniscule change on its face. “Hi.” There’s a dumb, long pause; before you point at yourself and say your name.

A few times for good measure. “I’m… I’m a friend.” As soon as you say that, though the creature doesn’t show so much as an ounce of understanding, he darts forward a few feet along the rock’s edge and closes half the distance between you in a blink. It scares you enough to fall back onto your ass with a yelp, hissing at the sting of the sharp rocks digging into your skin. The creature’s eyes are wide as he dips under the water edge basically instantly, his hiss ringing through your ears as you remain frozen for a few breaths. He moves so fucking fast. It’s a little terrifying really. The sound of bubbles is all that remains, before you allow yourself to peak a little closer to the edge again. His head is sunk about a foot under the water, but slowly comes up again when you stay in place to watch him surface.

Awfully close, only a good two feet away from your face. Too close for your liking. You give a little smile, then slowly sit back onto your heels. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” Even if he would, you somehow doubt he’d tell you this honestly, watching how a large wave washes over him and he carries on without blinking. The chill of the stone below you makes you shiver, teeth clacking. Only when you blow out a tense breath, unsure of how to proceed, the creature forces himself up a little higher out of the water with a leverage you don’t really understand.

It’s only now you really see the stark differences. Though anyone would be forgiven mistaking him from a distance, as close as you are, you can see the dark grey and lighter bellied pattern start to appear along his shoulders. Under the full head of hair, you can now see that where your ears sit, his are obviously absent, and the sides of his throat have gashes that open and close a few times, twitching against the cold wind. “Wow,” you can’t help letting your mouth drop open at this alien-like sight, looking both very human and distinctly separate.

Whatever curiosity that had sparked the creature to come up to watch you in the first place seems to get the better of him, leaning into the rock edge and pulling one clawed hand out of the water to rest it on the gritty surface. His fingers are a greyish blue, and have black, predatory nails only on the three first fingers; silvery membrane stuck between each digit. A hand that’s ever so slowly slid your way until his index finger bumps up against your knee and you’re too anxious to move a muscle. He taps the fatty pad of his finger along your knee with the tiniest movements known to man, as if testing you out, then slowly rests his hand over your knee.

You’re not sure why, but the touch is surprisingly comforting— maybe as a stark difference between the rush of adrenaline you had just minutes earlier. He, in turn, seems absolutely fascinated by your skin, poking and feeling and letting his cold fingers roam around the area. It gives you goosebumps. He looks up at you every few seconds as if to check for your reaction, before pulling back entirely and dipping back under the water surface. “Hey, wait!” you crawl forward to watch as he lingers at the rock edge, before floating back up. This time letting his entire body float up, and splashing his giant tail for good measure.

“What’s up?” You suck your bottom lip into your mouth. He floats easily, clearly very muscular torso flowing down into an equally ripped tail. It’s huge, with the same shark-like coloring going down all the way to the white tip of his fin. When you don’t move, he seems to raise an eyebrow your way, a reaction so strangely human you can’t help but huff out a laugh. He moves his tail again, throwing some water over your thighs in the process— as if encouraging you to touch in return.

“O-oh,” you struggle to come up with anything to say, “I’ll be gentle. Don’t… freak out.” However strange, the exploration seems entirely led by the creature instead of you. Your fingers brush over the colder, wet surface of his tail with just as much consideration as he had for you. It’s nowhere near as squishy as it looks, consisting of stacked muscle upon cartilage — you can feel as he flexes below your hand. He also has claspers, that you pointedly ignore to study the rest of him, but you’re glad your assessment was correct. Male it is.

You cast a glance back to his face, but he retains the same unbothered look as you slide down to feel his fins at the very end of his tail. “Your tail is very pretty,” you coo, and his fin moves to splash up a few droplets of water onto your skin.

At the very least, the sound of your voice seems to please him. He shakes you off to push his tail back under himself, flicking it a few times, before coming to hang back over the rock. Maybe with the confidence of your previous successful touch, you dare reach out your hand to his arm too, along the slightly coarser skin there. It feels a little like very fine sand, and seems to tickle him as he lets out a purring sound that can only remind you of a cat. “Can I see your gills?”

He tilts his head aside when you motion to his neck, understanding; you slide your fingers along his shoulder to the base of his neck. The narrow slits open and close automatically, and he jerks when you brush a finger over them. They’re much softer than the rest of the body, a wet, spongy sort of feeling that has you pulling back quickly. “Sorry! Sorry.” He blows some air through his nose in response, before wetting himself again under the water edge and coming back up. “You can’t stay out for too long, can you?”

No answer, of course. But you’re satisfied with the way he hasn’t left yet, and shift your legs to sit down more comfortably. Now exposing your feet, the creature only takes a second to snatch out and yank your ankle towards his face with one hand, going a little more light-handed when you yelp. He makes a clicking sound and pauses, which you take as an apology before he continues. His other hand pinches at your toes, moving them around with thinly veiled interest. His gills open and close rapidly for a few times, before he pulls your ankle again.

And again, and again, until you follow along and let the —merman— glide you down into the water, hooking your elbows onto the rock to stay afloat. He dips under your body to really inspect you, pushing and pulling your legs separately. Infinitely intrigued with your legs, he squeezes your shin where the bone sits closest to the skin and knocks it for good measure. Then he surfaces with what you can only describe as the start of a grin, exposing a row of sharp, shimmering teeth. You smile back, though it puts a definite pool of fear back into your stomach when he swims up close and starts picking at the straps of your bathing suit.

“Yes, my legs are pretty nice, huh? I,” you swat his hand away from the loop to shiver at the way he bumps his tail against your legs, “need my bathing suit though. No touching.” His clicking noises ring over the soft roll of the waves. You wish you could understand what he was saying. “You’re talkative all of a sudden.” Your laugh isn’t returned, but he seems to perk up at it anyway. The foreign sounds continue as you study the rest of his face, where little freckles sit on his nose bridge, and how large his pupils really are. He seems to notice your staring, because he grows quiet, and his brows go up like a begging puppy. The tip of his fin brushes along your shin, causing you another little shiver. And then, just as fast as you can blink, he sinks back under and disappears off into the water’s depths like it’s the easiest thing.

When you make a move to get out of the water, a harsh grasp around your ankle has you freezing up, ignoring the way sharp nails trail up the side of your body. The merman surfaces with a huff, blowing salt water towards you and you frown. But then he curls up a little closer, and you appreciate the way the rubbing of his skin feels like a warm spark on yours. He leans in to sniff at the side of your face and neck, then sinking down to your collarbones, and rubs his face against you in a stubborn sort of bumping motion.

His rough exploration with his hands soon grows a little too close for comfort to the lower half. “You got something you’re looking for?” you breathe out, turning aside a little to avoid the way his lips brush along your jaw and under your ear, hanging on with a tremor growing from the cold. He doesn’t seem to notice— or at the very least, care, and picks a nail under the leg of your bathing suit with curiosity. “Stop that, that’s mine. Mine,” you try to laugh off the heat starting to make itself obvious on your face, and ignore his narrowing eyes to softly push his hand away from you.

Something the merman doesn’t seem to appreciate much, because his tail wraps around you in a second and he turns you to face the rock side instead, swimming up behind you to trail fingers along the base of your neck. It’s awfully intimate, even when under the veil of innocent exploration. His claws drag along the veins in your neck where your cold body is pressed up against yours. He maneuvers you around to urge your hips back and up, letting out a frustrated rumble when you sink back under. “I don’t know what you want me to do,” you bite back. You watch as he dips back down and twirls around a few times underneath you, lifting your legs up and open to inspect. Before you can even think about your current position, he swims between your legs and pushes his face in between your thighs.

Your face feels like it’s on fire as you splutter and swallow. “F— Hey, h-” You shove your hand onto the top of his head to push him back down, but he doesn’t even budge, your fingers tangling into his coarse mess of hair as he grabs your thigh tight. “Hey!” You’re too embarrassed to look down as he pushes his nose against your pelvic area through your bathing suit— you want to chalk it up to just curiosity, but the sheer proximity is enough to make your stomach flip. For a second you swear you can feel what must be a tongue rub along the fabric, before you’re struggling off of his shoulders with a glow so hot it’s probably coloring your entire face. “O-okay, that’s mine too. So enough. That’s enough.”

The merman surfaces with a funny look on his face, somewhere between confusion and anger at being denied, when you push yourself out of the water and back onto your safe, little rock. He swims in a circle a few times, splashing your legs with a giant scoop of water, before placing his chin on the rock. And you force the frown off your face. “Guess you wouldn’t exactly understand me already being taken.” You reach out to scratch under his jaw until the purring noise comes back. You suppose it only makes sense he can’t speak English, but getting some questions answered would be really nice right about now.

“Hey, can you dive deep?” you mumble as he cracks open one eye to look at you, just to fill some of the silence. “This place has a ton of octopi this time of year, but I haven’t been able to go down to see any. Octopus.” You draw a little shape of an octopus in the air, then mimic it swimming with your hand and point at the water. “Did you see an octopus?” Though you’re sure it’s too hard to express what you’re trying to express in hand gestures, the merman does seem to take an attempt at figuring out what you’re saying.

Then he clicks his tongue, dives under with another hard flick of his tail and disappears from your view along the ocean floor just as quickly. A little bit of hopeful curiosity snuffs out at the sight, wringing your hands together. You suppose it lasted much longer than you could ever have asked for anyway, poking your feet into the water again to swing them back and forth. The sun on your skin is still nice as you take a few seconds to collect yourself, brush some hair out of your face and ignore the heat in your stomach. Right when you slide yourself back into the water to get back onto the boat, the dark shape whizzes along the ocean floor.

He blows out a soft huff when breaking through the surface, and swims up so close you’re chest to chest. Again. His thick tail curls around you to keep you both above the water, before he pulls up a clawed hand to show off the thing in his hand. Which you quickly recognize to be an octopus, poor little arms clinging hard onto his hand and spewing ink. “Oh my god.” He shoves it towards you as you squeak. “No, don’t give it to me! What am I supposed to do with it?” You barely catch the octopus when he tosses it, quickly setting it free. The thing darts off towards the open sea within an instant, and the merman hisses, before looking back at you with a frown.

Then he’s back under, chasing down the poor thing. When he surfaces again, he shoves you straight out the water onto your rocky platform, then launches the octopus onto it too. You feel awful watching it writhe, but are a bit more surprised by how easily you’d just been tossed out the water. You let him get onto the rock with you, and grab the octopus to hand it back to you. You’re almost in tears when you smile at him, shaking your head. “I don’t— I don’t want this. I really don’t.” A few more clicks come from him when you yet again try to release the octopus, hissing in protest. But you still carefully put the poor animal back, and wash off the ink sticking to your hands as it swims away.

Your merman is staring at you with disbelief, mouth corners pulled up in a half-snarl. “It’s okay!” you coo though, “thank you. That’s very sweet.” You sit a bit closer in case he attempts to chase it down again, and pet a hand down his chest. Which seems to douse the fire in his eyes enough to relax, looking between your face and your body a few times. His gentle purring continues when you don’t move your touch away. “I don’t eat live animals. But… I a-appreciate— the gesture. And,” you struggle to continue watching the glint of razor sharp teeth when he cracks his lips open, “you’re… you’re clearly a great hunter.”

When you try to place some distance between your bodies, he lifts his tail and pats it on the wet ground, before moving the length of it over your legs. “Hey,” you quickly say, swallowing the rest of your words when he moves over you more, face to face. His long lashes are awfully distracting so close, mouth hanging open a sliver to show you a peek of a pale, pink tongue. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he was about to kiss you.

“I’m taken,” you mumble, averting your eyes and pulling your hands to your chest for good measure.

Whatever he understands that to mean makes him growl, low and possessive. He says something you don’t understand, then growls again. His hand comes to pet your shoulder, running his nails through the baby hair at the base of your head a few times. It snags every few seconds, makes you hiss and moan too. And it makes him grin. Even worse, it sends an embarrassing amount of heat to your cunt, grimacing when you feel your pussy get slick. The earlier touching and now the press of his muscular body over yours is leaving you a mess.

His hand pushes against your thigh, twitching hard, which has your eyebrows pulling tight. You go pale when you look down. What you assumed to be his hand was something else completely, moving around against your thigh with a sticky sheen being rubbed on your skin. The claspers you’d earlier seen to identify him as male, are swollen and extended, and he’s basically rubbing them against your hip like he’s grinding his cocks into you. His tail is heavy enough to keep you in place under him, and his crawled hand is slid along your side when the purring continues. “Oh, fuck,” you mouth, “oh fuck.” Trying to slip out from under him makes him let out a mean growl, mouth corners lifting to show his canines.

“I’m already taken,” you quickly whisper under him again, placing a hand on his shoulder as your eyes dart all around his face, “please get off. You— I- I’m flattered, really. But you should find yourself,” the growl turns into a hiss when you push at him, “a nice mer lady!” When you get one leg from under the heavy press of his tail he snaps his jaw and clamps his hand tight around your arm, laying down on top of you. His head is nuzzled— or forced— into the crook of your throat and his hips buck against you. “I can’t,” you squeak, shivering under his huge body.

He doesn’t care. The two cocks squirm against your belly, making you feel gross in every single way. Once again you try to push him away with a sad ‘no’, but this time the merman hisses and shows his teeth in a display that even you know to be aggressive. The blunt heads twitch and curl against you in a way that feels so foreign and uncomfortable that your lungs are folding in onto themselves, with only the fabric of your bathing suit that sits in the way. The man’s eyes, despite the brilliant color of them, are narrowed and uncaring. And you understand then, that he —it— has absolutely no intention of letting your begging sway him.

The impatient clawing at your thighs is painful, course skin rubbing against yours. You’ve never thought of yourself as delicate before, but pressed under the huge —absurdly so— creature, you find yourself crying. For yourself, and what you know will happen. It makes your skin break out into a cold sweat, adrenaline pumping under you as his heavy tail twitches over you, and he tries to pull you closer in a way that sends a splitting pain down your spine.

It’s only instinct to get away. Your eyes shut and you slam your elbow forward into his throat, kicking and wiggling until his grip loosens with a surprised noise, and you scramble up shaking. If you had more time to stop and think, maybe you’d think twice about rushing over to the edge of your little platform. But you only hear your mind scream to run! get away, and so you jump. Off the rocks into the coldness of the water, feeling the clack of the pressure on your ears and head, you wildly paddle yourself back to the surface and towards the blurry shape of the boat.

Your muscles are achy from the change in temperature, head fuzzy. And there’s this awful, rapid pumping of a heartbeat that should feel familiar, but doesn’t at all. You pull your arm out of the water and drag it through as hard and best you can, making a decent dent in the distance separating you from safety. But it’s not enough. If you’d been able to think twice, you would’ve known it not to be enough. The hand is back before you can so much as brace yourself, deathly tight as it wraps around your ankle and you’re yanked down. You take a stuttered gulp of air before being pulled under into the chilly cold again, and though you thrash wildly, you can’t see anything with the push of the wave on your skull.

When the tail wraps back around you, you open your eyes despite the salty water, trying and failing to shove at his shoulder before your arm is caught too. Your heart bangs so violently against your ribs you’re scared it might pop out through the skin. But you can’t really think, because your eyes shut against the pain of the salt, filling into your nose, clacking your ears. Your head flops forward as the merman drags you through the water; and it hurts. Your lungs hurt. Your eyes hurt. The panicked feeling screaming between your ears hurts, and without anything else to do, you open your mouth and scream.

What little sound reaches your own ears gives way for the water to fill your mouth up, the gross, unbearable taste of the ocean water now drowning you. You’re drowning. You’re drowning.

And then you’re shoved so violently back onto the ledge that you don’t feel yourself land until the water is pushed from your lungs with the force of it, and you’re gasping and thrashing around on the stone now. You gag against the salt as spit drips out your mouth and the rushing sound of water leaves your skull for a calmer blurbing, leaving you catching your pitiful breath where you try to push yourself back until your back hits a wall. Tears are pooling in and streaming down over your cheeks in full hiccupy weeps— can’t help it. But as you rub and rub until the stinging goes away, you come back to yourself just enough to realize something.

It’s significantly darker and quieter than it was. You look around through your teary eyes, finding yourself stuck in a cave. The water at your toes is the only source of light you’re allowed, every other escape showing you only stone and moss. Wherever the creature took you… it isn’t a place you’ve ever been diving. And— you glance up to the middle of the pool that laps ever so calmly at your feet now. The merman’s eyes are glowing a glittering blue, vigilantly staring at you from just above the water edge where you can see his tail flick around elegantly under the water.

“D-don’t,” you try, only to grab at your throat when only a pitiful squeak comes out, swallowing a few times. “Don’t come closer. Don’t- d-don’t come.” Your shaking hand isn’t much of a shield. The merman’s clicking noise comes back in an equally forceful manner, as he swims all the way to the end of the pool and then back. Still glowering at you. When you don’t move, he swims a little closer, letting the soft brabble of the water carry him towards you. But this time you push yourself up onto your feet and kick at the water, and hiss back. “Go away! Leave me alone!”

“Leave me alone,” you squeak pitifully, and rub your hands along your arms, and glare back. He doesn’t, though you don’t expect him to. But now you’re fucked. You can’t go into the water without the merman grabbing you, not that you’re in much of a hurry to try again anyway, and you can’t get out any other way. The realization gives way to a wobbly lip and a whiny sob from somewhere in your body, as you sit back down with your face twisted into tears, wrapping your arms around your knees.

The merman doesn’t flinch when you glare at him, only peers those creepy eyes back at you. “Go! Go away! What the hell is wrong with you, I-I mean—” Your voice rises automatically, stress bleeding out into your waterfall of words like there's no stopping it. “I’m not even of your kind! Why the hell did you take me here, w-why did —You don’t even— I… You!” Your train of words leaves you when the sound of moving water sounds again, and ever so slowly, the merman starts dragging himself up the ledge.

It’s not big, barely enough for two people to lie together, and with the chance of sliding down into the water. And he’s big. You swallow and look away when he’s still hard —harder even, maybe— and try your very best to ignore the scooching and shuffling sound as he slowly drags his long tail out of the water and gets closer and closer. The merman purrs when he’s pressed against you again, wide chest pressing against your shoulder, and his head slowly nudges against your ear. It’s gross, and you hate him, hate how his hand trails up the inside of your thigh. How he sticks his tongue out and licks along the shell of your ear.

But you can’t help but shiver, a sad squeak breaking free from your throat when he purrs louder and louder each second he’s touching you. His tail slaps the wet ground with a satisfied sigh when he moves over you more and you resign yourself to laying down on the cold, damp floor. But you can’t help it. You have no other place to go, nowhere left to flee. The mere thought of trying to run away again is enough to have your stomach flip like you’ll throw up. You cry when the merman starts nosing hungrily down your neck, licking, dragging razor sharp teeth along the heartbeat.

He lays himself half on top of you, until you can feel the squirming dicks start to reach for your center again. They flop around and move as if with a mind of their own, a nasty sort of display that makes you want to gag again— so you cling to his shoulders instead. Whatever thoughts the creature has running through his mind, it doesn’t show clearly on his face. But you want to look away from his gaze nevertheless, ignoring the revenant way he watches your face twist with every crass touch. When his hands tire of exploring, the merman moves aside a little to shove you further up the rock, almost bumping your head against the wall in the process.

Your thighs are shoved apart, one leg hauled over his arm to get it out of the way. But your thoughts are so still, so awfully quiet. He stares for an uncomfortable amount of time as he leans down to sniffle around the area— and really, that’s probably the worst part. Because despite everything, how much you hate this, hate him, want to kick and scream and pull at his hair until he leaves you the hell alone, you’re still getting wetter. You can feel the heat between your legs, soaking into your bikini bottoms and coating your puffy pussy in glistening slick. It doesn’t take too long for the man to figure out that your bottoms can be pushes aside, to reveal your cunt.

And you suppose he says something, because he stares up at your face with a weirdly calculating expression. “Shut the hell up,” you grunt under your breath despite his silence, hating the —it feels like amusement that’s radiating off of him when he dips a finger into your wetness with a slow growl, and you turn your head to the top of the cave. There’s some shuffling, before he is back over you, and this time you hold the way your throat bobs as he wraps a free hand around it. Doesn’t squeeze, but the weight of his arm alone is enough to have you gasping, tears beading back past your lashes.

Then he shuffles some more, and his fingers are pulled away from your pussy to slot them curiously into his mouth. Aquamarine eyes roll back into his skull when he closes his lips around them, and both of your breathing seems to speed up. You, for his reaction, him; to rip your other leg to slot around his waist as he nudges his cocks against your clenching pussy. His dick is colder than your body, making your tummy flutter as he presses all his weight into you and the glossy head of his cock pops inside. Stretching you wide. Your eyes shoot open as you dig your nails into him. He looks absolutely feral.

The thin ring of blue is all that is left from blown eyes pupils, big and black and terrifying. But it’s the low growling noise followed by the way he leans down to suck the crook of your neck, right below his hand that really scares you. Because his breathing is so erratic, and his hips still haven’t moved. Your own voice comes out like a small child being chastised, when you tremble under him. You don’t want him to move. But you want even less to be speared onto his dick all at once. “Go slowly. Slowly,” you beg, moving to thread your fingers through his hair trying to coach something back.

But whatever it is you try to communicate is completely lost when he seems to break his trace and the dick starts squirming inside its very tight clutch, and he suddenly pushes your head out the way. His teeth clamp down hard and fast on your neck, ripping a sharp whine from you that dies within seconds. The coat of blood you feel running down your shoulder is sticky and burning, and you trash against him. But the moving of his cock continues, like a snake curling inside your dripping pussy. And before the head even starts pushing against your cervix, your other hole is starting to receive its own needy press.

“Ohh- g-god, oh please,” you breathe out, hiccuping and whining and moaning all at once. “Please, fuck—” It’s so tight. Your entire lower half feels like it’s being stretched so wide you should fight, but you’re trembling in pleasure anyway. Your ass is filled with the same impatient motion of his second cock, both twirling and prodding against your walls, and your head snaps back. Your body wound like a spring. You don’t get to think about your orgasm before it’s hitting you full force and knocking the breath out of you, your pussy clenching and gushing around the intrusion.

Your legs shake even when he lets go of your throat to heave his upper body over you again, and starts bucking into you. Relentlessly, with his sharp nails gidding into your thigh and his heavy body sliding you up and down on the floor with each thrust, as his tongue rubs along the skin of your wound. You think you’re crying, but you’re also half aware of the desperate, whining noise you’re making as he fucks your holes so deeply your eyes cross automatically. Your toes curling where your legs are wrapped around his waist, totally unaware of the wrecked way you’re drooling and curling against him.

The loud sound of skin meeting skin each time he bottoms out and fucks you, you feel full— so full it’s a different kind of whole-ness. You’re clawing at his back, ignoring the way he hisses when you accidentally touch the small fin along his spine or how he’s gone hovering himself over your body to stare at your face, and run a thumb over your lips. Every impulse is too much. The way his chest rubs against your oversensitive tits, how his cocks seem to find the exact spot inside you to have the air forced out of your lungs. The black swimming in the center of your vision.

“I can’t, I’m-” You feel him so deep you feel like you’re choking on it, and so you absolutely miss the way your teary babbling makes a grin pull at the corners of his mouth. That wicked mouth chooses the worst time to descend and swallow your noises with a greedy lapping into your trembling lips, when he pushes his tail under himself more to raise the both of you off of the ground. The angle of his cocks sliding in and out of your sloppy, messy pussy changes even deeper if at all possible, mixing with your panting and moaning for the most slurred swearing.

As you feel the weight of him bump your clit and his rough skin stimulates it just right, you bite your own bottom lip so hard you start to taste copper— and you cum again. But the second shudders your entire body even more, hanging onto his neck as he huffs and sighs into your neck and the rhythm becomes unbearable to you. You want to stop, yet your limbs are welded shut against him— cumming so hard your mind seems to reset for a moment. The merman doesn’t stop, and continues to wildly chase his own orgasm as he pounds into you.

Heavy weight of his body meeting yours, he seems to clench every single muscle in his overly strong body. His nails dig into the stone next to your head hard enough to make tracks, before he shudders and shoots ropes of hot cum inside your holes. You can feel as it fills your stomach, filling you up with so much heat it feels a bit sickening. You’re entirely worn when you let yourself drop back onto the cold floor that’s now become a few degrees warmer, and cry out a long wail of exhaustion. Every part of your private area is completely covered in the mess of your mixed wetness, leaving you in an uncomfortable, sticky puddle when he pulls out.

And speaks to you with that low voice you have no chance of understanding, rubbing his knuckle along your cheeks in a gesture that should feel comforting. But you’re in pain, every inch of your body feels like it’s been bruised— and you squeeze your eyes shut and ignore everything. You ignore the way he pulls himself off of you, how he manhandles you around to lick at your cunt for a few moments, and how the water gurgles at the edge of the ledge when he slips back inside. You wrap your arms around yourself as you wait, and hope for your heartbeat to come back to you.

But you can’t possibly ignore when he swims around the pool a few times, before trailing a finger along your thigh down. Or how he stops, clears his throat with an awfully sore sounding huff, and speaks. Speaks, making your eyes shoot open to look right at him. It’s totally unpracticed and gruff as it fills the small cave-in, but he lifts a brow and grins wide and animal-like. It sends icy shivers down your spine.

“Mine.”

That’s how the beast disappears under the water edge, leaving you used on the floor of a dim cave, with no other way out.

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For @semisgroupie's heaven and hell collab. Very sorry it's late - writer's block is a bitch and a half. Thank you @nocturnalazura for beta reading!

Pairing: (eventual) ascended demon!Dabi x virgin female!reader

Word count: 12.1k

Warnings: light degradation, use of slut, Dabi calls reader pet, depictions of hell, mentions of heaven, Latin and partial demon summoning spells (I used a few different ones and the incantation used is not the full one so do not try this at home), Dabi is lightly based on the demon Sargatanas from the Grand Grimoire but only for the reason reader summons Dabi, pussy + (I think) ass slaps/impact play, breeding kink, daddy kink, light corruption kink, monsterfucking, size kink + belly bulge (only when Dabi's demon form shows), manga spoilers for dabi's identity, mostly unconnected to the canon storyline but kept endeavor being an shitty person and a hero, altered canon slightly for dabi's demon backstory, unprotected sex, consensual somnophilia, light blood kink, branding, rough sex, dabi's saliva in demon form acts an aphrodisiac, overstimulation, pregnancy, angst, fluff, allusion to a character death, I think that's everything but, please, let me know if I missed something. All characters are 18+ and you must be 18 or older to interact. I block minors 17 and under + ageless blogs.

FEBRUARY 13, 2022

Releasing a deep breath, you look over the list you found online during one of your many research sessions to triple check that you have everything needed on the table in front of you: towel, a glass bowl, olive oil, wine, holy water – getting that was not easy if only because you had to work up your nerve to ask for it – and white bread. For extra measure, you have ginger incense, ready to be lit in the holder, red candles, and the Latin script printed and ready to go off to the side.

As a warm glow from your fireplace coats the room, you set up the bright red candles on the edges of the table in a circle, surrounding the bowl in the center of the table on top of the towel, leaving a section open for you to work. Your heart beats fast in your chest as you nervously bite your lip, checking the time on your phone. 1:03 AM. Gulping, you pick up the lighter and light the incense then the candles.

Grabbing the paper of text you need to recite, you start the oration, “Omnipotens sempiterne deus adesto magnae pietatis tue misteriis, adesto piis Invocationibus nostris ut speculum istud quod in tuo nomine bene dicere facto.” Checking the paper again, you finish the oration and move onto the consecration as you place five drops of olive oil in rose formation in the bowl, checking again to continue reciting the words before placing five drops of oil on your thumbs, making a cross shape.

Gulping, you start the final step and repeat the sufflation before washing the bowl with the wine, holy water, and the white bread. Checking the instructions again, you throw the bowl in the fire next to you, watching as it rises and grabbing your fire extinguisher and aiming it at the fire, just in case. The warm yellows and oranges ignite into shades of blue before returning to normal, fire dying down as your shoulders slump.

“Should have figured it was a farce,” you huff as you collapse on the couch and sigh deeply. Head falling back, you look up at the ceiling before becoming restless, getting up to grab the piece of paper, eyes scanning it quickly and mumbling the instructions under your breath. Your head snaps up as the vase on top of your fireplace moves and spins.

“Hello? Are you there?” Your heart beats fast in your chest, eyes moving wildly across the room for a glimpse of who or whatever might be out there. When you receive no response, you huff again before going back to read over the instructions once more, skipping past the oration, the consecration, and the sufflation, speaking the last paragraph of Latin under your breath.

“You called for me, pet?”

Your eyes widen as you jump up from your couch, knees digging into the cushions as you turn to face the man – at least, it looks like a man – leaning on your couch, ice blue eyes glinting dangerously in the warm glow of the fire, smirk on his handsome face. Licking your lips, your eyes take in the rest of his appearance – what you can see anyway – from the fangs poking out under his lips, the metal of his nose piercing glinting in the moonlight shining through your window. Your eyes barely make out the spiky shapes of his black hair in the darkness.

“You’re real? My summoning. . . whatever it was I did worked? Are you really a demon?”

His lips curve up in a smirk, making the four studs – two on each side of the corners on his bottom lip – move with the action, “oh, I’m real, sweetheart. Name’s Dabi. What’d you summon me for?”

Your cheeks heat up as you think back to why you summoned him, eyes looking to the floor as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt. A mirthless chuckle fills the air and your eyes snap up his.

“You had to have a reason, sweetheart,” he walks the couch, plopping down on it next to you. His head lolls back, resting on the back of your couch as he faces you, “so you gonna tell me what it is or just waste my time?”

Turning around to sit on the couch, you create some distance as you stare the fire and gnaw on your lip, “I want you to have sex with me.”

“Ah, there it is,” comes his teasing voice. “Pretty little thing like you doesn’t have any mortal men to fuck you? Or is it just that you’re curious what it’s like to be with a demon?”

“Um,” you chew on your lip nervously some more, “actually, I’ve never had. . . never been with anyone. . . like that.”

“Innocent little thing, too,” moving in a flash, he’s pulling you from the couch and walking down to your bedroom, “I’m gonna have fun corrupting you. Pull all sorts of pretty little whines and moans from you.”

He drops you on your bed, body covering yours as he presses you between him and the mattress, forked tongue slithering out of his mouth as he smirks. Your heart hammers in your chest as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours. Your hands thread in his hair as you deepen the kiss, grinding against him.

Pulling away, he regards you with a mischievous look, “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re grinding on me like a bitch in heat.”

His lips trail down your neck, sucking harshly before crawling the rest of the way down your body until he’s eye level with your cunt. Sliding his hands up your thighs, a loud rip fills the room as he grips your panties, tongue snaking out to taste them before throwing them to the floor, “delicious. But I’d rather drink it straight from the source.”

His tongue slides between your folds as you bite down on your fist, trying to keep quiet. Pulling away, he gives your cunt a harsh slap, watching in delight as it twitches around nothing, “be a good little slut for daddy and let me hear your sinful moans, pet.”

You nod your head, breathless pants falling from your mouth, as he gives back in, nose bumping against your clit as his forked tongue slides back inside you. His hands grip your hips as he pulls you closer to him, moaning into your pussy as you rock your hips on his face. Your head turns side to side with every wave of pleasure he’s bringing you, hands threading in his hair and pulling tightly.

He smirks and doubles his efforts, hands heating up on your waist as he moves your hips against him, the faint smell of singed skin reaching your nose. The pain only adds to the pleasure as your toes curl, moaning his name and gripping his hair tighter as you cum, his tongue lapping up your juices before pulling back, icy blue eyes glinting in the moonlight.

“Just as delicious as I thought you’d taste, virgin.”

Your cheeks heat up at his words, covering your face with your hands.

“No need to be shy now, pet. Not when I just had you falling apart on my tongue,” his hands slide between your thighs, smirking when you spread your legs for him instinctively. He takes his time, working two fingers into you slowly as you wince at the intrusion. He curls his fingers deeply inside you, adding a third to stretch you out for him.

“More,” you whine, rocking your hips against his hand, much to his delight.

“Greedy slut. I just made you cum and it still wasn’t enough for you?” He smirks as he adds another finger, thumb swiping at your clit.

Your head falls back as your hands grip the sheets, knuckles turning white when his fingers curl against your g-spot. Ripping moan after moan from you, he moves them faster, almost like they’re vibrating inside you.

“Be a good pet and cum again. Coat my fingers and daddy’ll reward you. Daddy will give you what you want more than anything.”

Rocking your hips against his hand, your stomach tightens as you cum around his digits, coating them in your juices. He slows the movements of his fingers as he works you down from your high, heavy pants falling from your mouth. Loosening the grip on your sheets, you watch as he pulls his fingers from you, shoving them into his mouth.

Rubbing your thighs together, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and watch as he closes his eyes when he licks his fingers clean. Your breath catches in your throat when they flash open, watching the emotion that rages in his icy blue eyes.

Lust. Desire. Danger.

Crawling up your body, his hands slide under your shirt before pulling it over your head. He stands back to admire the view, fangs glinting in the moonlight as he removes his own clothes. Stroking his hardened dick, he smirks as you lift up to rest on your elbows, eyes widening as they fall to his large, veiny cock. You lick your lips as you watch him moving his hand up and down, entranced in his movements.

Rising to your knees, you crawl towards him until you’re kneeling in front of him, nervously chewing on your lip as you look up at him with doe eyes. Your hand replaces his and you bring your mouth closer to his cock, nervousness and uncertainty present in your eyes.

His thumb rubs your cheek, tilting your head up to look at him, “don’t worry, pet. I’ll train you how to suck my cock in time. But, for now,” he moves in a flash, pressing you between his body and the mattress, heavy cock resting against your thigh as he settles between your legs, “I’m gonna claim this virgin cunt as mine.”

You gulp as his cock rubs against your folds, head lining up with them before he pushes in slowly as you freeze at the intrusion. His fingers rub your thighs to distract you, pushing his cock further into you as you relax. A smirk makes its way on his face before his lips claim yours, swallowing your scream as he slams into you, tears running down your cheeks.

His hips still, pressed flush against yours, to let you adjust until you nod. He pulls out until just the tip remains before thrusting back in harshly, triangular nails digging into your thighs, drawing blood, “your cunt is sucking me in. You were fucking made to take me, huh?”

Wrapping your legs around his waist, your heels dig against his cheeks as you roll your hips against his, trying to get him deeper, closer. Hand falling to his forearms, your head falls back, exposing your neck to him, as he bullies his cock into you, balls slapping your ass as your toes curl.

Resting his arms under your thighs, he rocks you both as he places them over his shoulders and pushes them to your chest. Loud moans fall from your mouth and your eyes whirl as he picks up speed, your headboard banging against the wall. Bringing a hand to your clit, he rubs harsh circles as more juices coat his cock, a circle of white forming at the base.

“That’s my good pet, soaking my cock with your desperate, virgin cunt,” he angles his hips and you see stars as he moves his fingers faster, digging your fingers into him deeper. His hand grips your chin, forcing you to look at his mesmerizing, icy blue eyes as he shoves his fingers into your mouth, “fucking cum for me.”

You scream around his fingers as you rock your hips against him faster, stomach tightening until you cum hard, coating his cock in your juices. Your arms fall on the bed as your spent body goes limp and he continues to fuck into you for his own pleasure. His cock twitches inside you as he bites down hard on your shoulder, blood filling his mouth, as he cums, painting your walls white and collapsing on top of you.

Soft light filters through the window as you wake, alone in your bed. ‘Nothing new there,’ you think to yourself as you sit up, thighs screaming in pain and the thin sheet you were covered falls, exposing your bare breast to the empty room. ‘That’s completely new.’

Your eyes widen as there’s a painful throbbing between your legs and memories of last night flash in your mind, heat rising to your cheeks as the sides of your lips curl up, “that really happened. It wasn’t a dream.”

Swinging your feet over the side of your bed, you slowly walk to your bathroom, ignoring the burning between your legs as you start the shower. The sound of running water fills the room as you look at yourself in the mirror, eyes raking over your bare body as you take in the damage of last night. Dried blood marks your neck where Dabi bit you as well as on your thighs where his claws dug into them.

Your tongue rakes over your swollen and bruised lips as you continue taking in the differences of how you look and the smile makes its way back to your face. Steam fills the room and you enter the shower, quickly washing off the remnants from last night and shutting off the shower before wrapping a towel around your body.

Getting dressed after your shower, you quickly change your sheets, throwing the dirty ones in the wash before walking into your kitchen. Passing by the island to your fridge, your eyes fall on a sheet of paper. Tilting your head to the side, you pick it up and your heart beats faster in your chest.

“Call for me again soon, my pet. I’m not done with you yet.”

At the bottom of the note is Dabi’s signature, left in a flourish script, and you hold it to your chest, excited at the thought of seeing him again.

10:23 PM, MARCH 21ST

Sweaty bodies press against each other as you roll your hips against Dabi’s, panting breathlessly in his ear as your fingers grip his shoulders. It took you a month before you had the guts to summon him again but it took no time at all for clothes to be strewn across your living room and his hands to be gripping your hips. Lifting your head to look at him, moonlight glints on his shark bite piercings and his fangs as his lips curl up in a smirk.

“Already so desperate for my cock, pet?” His hand comes down hard on your ass, making it jiggle as the scent of singed skin reaches your nose, too blissed out as you continue to move on top of him to care, “All it took was one time for you to become a dirty cock slut?”

White rings form the base of his dick as you raise to your knees to thrust faster against him, clenching tighter when his claws dig into your lower back, pain and pleasure mixing in a cocktail of senses, “Dabi!”

“Scream more for me,” he whispers in your ear as he angles his hips, planting his feet on the floor to thrust up into you harder, deeper. Your head whirls and your eyes roll back in your head as the vein on the side of his cock rubs along your g-spot, stars flooding your vision as your toes curl.

Digging your nails into his shoulders, your stomach tightens until the coil snaps and you cum over his cock, coating it in your juices. Panting heavily, you fall against him as he continues to fuck up into you, a warmth filling you as he shoots his hot cum inside you, moaning your name in your ear.

Retracting your nails from his shoulders, you bite your lip and hesitantly speak up, “will you be here when I wake up?”

“I’ll be here until you fall asleep but I don’t spend the night with my pretty, little pets,” his fingers grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Got it?”

“Yeah, got it,” you say sullenly as you try to ignore the fluttering in your heart before lifting off him and climbing down his body, the idea to keep him here for longer popping in your head. Gripping his length in your hand and hovering over him, a string of saliva falls from your mouth to his cock before you move your hand up and down.

His cock twitches in your hand as it starts to harden again and you look up at him through hooded eyes, demure tone contrasting your sinful words, “could you teach me how to suck your cock tonight, then? You said you would.” You look up at him with pleading eyes.

Resting his arms on the back of your couch, he spreads his legs for you to kneel between them, “well, since you asked so nicely. . . try it for yourself and I’ll correct you as needed, pet.”

As your hand moves up and down his length, you tentatively give the tip kitten licks before taking the head in your mouth, salty pre-cum coating your taste buds. Swirling your tongue around the tip, you hollow your cheeks and move further down until your nose is pressed against his lower abs, hairs at the base tickling your nose slightly.

His groan fills the room as his fingers rest on the back of your head, ready to guide your movements if needed, “you’re so good for me, pet. Asked me to teach you how to suck cock but that was all just a ruse, wasn’t it?”

You look up at him with doe eyes, bobbing your head up and down as you bring your hand up. Massaging his balls, pride swells in your chest as he bucks his hips up against you, spit and pre-cum falling from the corners of your mouth. Relaxing your throat, you press yourself against his base more, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat and making his hips stutter.

His fingers tighten on your head as he moans lowly, keeping your head in place as he bucks into your mouth, balls slapping against your chin with every thrust. Increasing the grip on his balls, you continue to bob your head up and down until he pulls you from his cock. He grips your chin as you look at him, confusion swimming in your eyes.

His hand slides down to your cunt, sinking in three fingers, and smirking when you gasp, “not to worry, pet. You did so good for me.” His fingers trail your cheek softly before moving lower to knead your ass, “So good that I want to breed your pretty pussy again.”

Removing his fingers from you, he lifts you up to sink his cock into you and lays you on your coffee table. His knees dig into the floor as he pulls you towards him, nails digging into your ass as he thrusts into you harshly. Your toes curl as they rest on his shoulders, pain and pleasure mixing in a cocktail of senses. Rocking your hips to meet his, you bring your hand down to rub harsh circles on your clit, moaning and tossing your head side to side as he fucks into you.

“Did. . . oh, my God. . . did you get bigger?”

He smirks as he increases the pace of his thrusts, angling his hips as the tip of his cock hits your cervix, “Are you surprised? I’m a demon, after all. This isn’t even my true form.”

Your free hand moves to his forearm, nails digging in as your hand moves faster, eyes rolling into your head as your toes curl, cumming on his cock for the second time in just a matter of minutes. Planting his feet on the ground, he grips your waist and bullies his cock into your cunt harder, chasing his own high. His hips stutter and his cock twitches as he cums with a roar, painting your walls white, before collapsing on top of you.

Loosening your nails from his arms, your chest heaves as you catch your breath, “um. . . you can put my legs down now.”

“And what if I don’t want to? What if I like where they and you are?” Mischief dances in his icy blue eyes as a smirk forms on his face and you push on his shoulders.

“Come on. You may not need to eat but I do,” just as you finish the sentence, your stomach grumbles, accentuating your point. “You know, if you stayed, you could be exactly where you are more often.”

Lowering your legs and pulling out of you, he leans back against your couch, “now that’s a tempting offer, pet. But, eventually, you’ll need to sleep, too, and, then, what would I do with my time?”

You get up before freezing in your tracks, heart breaking into a sprint at the thought that he might leave as soon as you fall asleep. Desperate to keep him around longer, you say the first that comes to your mind, heat rushing to your cheeks as you bite your lip and head into the kitchen, “well . . . I . . . may not be . . . completely against. . . certain activities, then.”

His forked tongue slithers out as he smirks, licking his lips before getting up to wrap his arms around your waist and presses his lips to your ear, “I had no idea you were this dirty, pet. Wanting daddy to fuck you while you’re sound asleep.” Backing away, he smacks your ass, smirking when you jump and rub your legs together from the action, “you’ve convinced me, pet. I’ll stay the night.”

The corners of your lips turn up in success as you continue to your kitchen, looking in your fridge for what to make. Eyes falling on some leftovers, you quickly pop it in the microwave to reheat it. Walking back into the living room, you grab Dabi’s shirt and slide it over your head as the microwave goes off.

Grabbing your food, you plop down on the couch next to Dabi, shoving a bite in your mouth and swallowing, “so what’s it like – being a demon? Were you always a demon or did you, like, make a deal and die young?”

“You sure have a lot of questions,” he raises a brow, watching you in amusement.

“I’m curious. Sue me. You gonna answer them or not?” Noodles hang from your mouth as you look at him curiously before slurping them up.

“Mmm, nope. Don’t think I will.”

An exasperated gasp falls from your lips as you shove more noodles in your mouth, sitting in silence until it becomes unbearable. Leaning forward, you grab the remote and turn on the news. A construction site fills the screen before CEO Todoroki Enji fills the screen, his booming voice answering the question from the off-screen interviewer. Out of the corner of your eye, Dabi balls his hand into a fist before the screen goes black.

“Fine. You get five questions.”

“Deal! So were you always a demon?”

“No. Believe it or not, I was actually a human once upon a time.”

Your mouth drops open in shock at the words, “then how did you become a demon?”

“Well, for starters, I died. I was about 13 when a fire broke out at my family home. A demon found me, offered 10 more years and getting away from them in exchange for my soul. I agreed and he spent those ten years, teaching me all about the lore and history of demons so I could decide which one to be when the ten years was up.”

“How long ago did you become a demon?”

“In human years or demon years?”

“Does time move differently in . . .” you trail off as you shove the last of the noodles in your mouth, leaning forward to put the container on your coffee table.

“Hell. And yes, it does. A month could pass here and years would pass there. There’s also the benefit that we can be summoned to any time period as long as we don’t cross our younger self. Or we can visit any time period without being summoned but it’s . . . harder to narrow down.”

“Then both! I want to know how long it was in both human and demon years.”

“Human years? About 2. Demon years? A couple hundred, give or take,” his sharp eyes focus on you. “Last question – make it good.”

“Okay, um,” you rub your hands together and lace your fingers together as you think before moving to sit cross-legged on your couch, “got it! Can demons fall in love?”

“It’s . . . rare but not unheard of. Usually never ends well, especially if the other party is a human.”

Pulling your knees to your chest, your eyes fall to the floor, trying to ignore the crack forming in your heart, “Oh. I see.” You shake your head and stand up, heading to the kitchen to put your dishes in your dishwater before turning back to him and smiling brightly, “um, I know you said five questions but, if I can have a sixth, are you coming to bed with me?”

Smiling softly, he stares at you for a moment, ignoring the pang in his heart as the soft moonlight forming around your head like a halo. He shakes his head and gets up, jumping over the back of the couch. Your laughs fill the air as he rushes toward you, throwing you over his shoulder as he races down the hall.

“I believe you mentioned I could remain buried between your thighs, did you not?” He asks as he lays you on your bed, lifting his shirt off you and tossing it to the floor, and climbs on top of you.

Looking up at him, you rest your forearms on his shoulders, “I did say something like that.” You giggle as his cock stirs, resting against your thigh. A yawn falls from your lips as exhaustion seeps into your bones. “Just . . . maybe later?”

“Oh, pet, I have so much to teach you,” his fingers dance along your folds, smirking when you instinctively part your legs for him. “I can be buried in your pretty cunt without having to fuck you.”

Quickly turning you onto your side, he presses his body against your back, hiking your leg up slightly as he lines his length up with your folds and burying himself deep inside you, “now I can keep my cum inside you as you sleep, pet.”

Another yawn escapes your mouth before sleep overtakes you, Dabi’s warm body pressed flush against yours.

3:48 AM, MARCH 22, 2022

Your headboard bangs against your wall as Dabi rocks your sleeping form with his harsh thrusts, balls slapping your ass every time he slams back in. Throwing your legs over his shoulders, he pants in your ear, smirking when a moan falls from your lips. He pounds into you harder when your hips roll against his unconsciously.

“Dirty little slut, fucking yourself on my cock even when you’re fast asleep. Who knew you’d be such a cock slut in such a short time?”

Wiping the sleep from your eyes as you wake, your tired groan turns into a moan as he snaps his hips against yours, “Dabi! Wh-what’s happening?”

“Don’t you remember, pet? You said you wanted me to fuck you while you sleep. I’m just giving you what you wanted,” he accentuates the words with another thrust, smirking when you clench around him tighter.

Your hands fly to his hair, gripping it tightly as you rock your hips against his breathless pants coming from your mouth, “Dabi! So big, so deep.” Moans fall from your mouth as he increases the speed of his thrusts, tip kissing your cervix, making your eyes whirl back in your head.

Angling his hips, he rocks the both of you faster, balls slapping your ass. Your toes curl as you place your hands on your headboard to thrust your hips against his, “harder! Please, daddy!”

“Hold on tight, pet,” looking at you through hooded eyes, his hands grip your headboard, pulling out until just the tip remains before slamming back in, ripping moans from the both of you. His knuckles turn white as the bed creaks from the force of his thrusts, the wood of your headboard beginning to crack and splinter from his grip.

“G-gonna cum!” You barely get out as your eyes roll back in your head, a white circle forming at the base of his cock.

He brings a hand to your clit to rub harsh circles, groaning as you suck him back in with every thrust, “go ahead and cream on my cock, pet.”

Mouth falling open in an O, your hands grip the headboard tighter as you cum, coating his cock in your juices. His hands grip your hips, talons digging in as he uses you for his own pleasure, thrusting harshly into you. His hips stutter as he roars your name, balls twitching as they empty inside you, painting your walls white, before collapsing on top of you.

After a few moments, he lifts up to rest on his forearms, looking at you softly in the moonlight. His hand cups your cheek and he presses a kiss to your forehead before he realizes what he’s doing, “you look so beautiful like this, moonlight falling on you.”

Your heart warms in your chest as it picks up speed, soft smile on your face before pressing your lips to his softly in response. Playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, you enjoy the moment before he pulls out of you and lays flat on his back, pulling you to him. As your head rests on his chest, your eyes shut and sleep overtakes you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

1:18 PM, APRIL 11, 2022

Arms snake around your waist as you stir the pot of boiling noodles, causing you to shriek and whirl around, smacking him with the wooden spoon in your hand.

“Ouch. Thanks for the warm welcome, pet,” He rubs his chin where the spoon hit.

“Sorry, but you surprised me.” Placing your spoon on top of the pot, you turn around to see Dabi behind you and smile brightly, “what are you doing here? I didn’t do the summoning spell.”

“Can’t I visit my best girl?” He pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I missed you, babe.” Pulling back, he gives your ass a light tap, smirk on his face as your hands rest on his arms.

“How sweet. I missed you, too,” you peck his lips lightly, your eyes roaming up and down his body to take him in. Moving your hands to his hair, you ruffle it as a laugh bubbles from your lips, “did you dye your hair? The tips are white.” You tilt your head curiously, “can demons even dye their hair?”

“Demons can’t dye their hair,” his hand moves to his hair, surprise coloring his features. “The tips are white?” He turns and walks into your bathroom with you following close behind, looking in the mirror. His ice blue eyes take in his features from his piercings all the way to his mostly black hair, eyes widening as they take in the white tips.

“Everything okay?” You ask, leaning against the doorway.

“Yeah, perfect. Everything is fine,” his hand runs through his hair again. “Just it’s not common for a demon's hair to change colors. Funny thing is my hair was red before I became a demon.”

“Your hair wasn’t always black? I bet you looked handsome with red hair,” you walk over to him, lifting onto your toes to kiss his cheek before turning and walking back to your kitchen.

The corners of his lips pull up as he chases after you down the hall, throwing you over your shoulder.

“Dabi! I have the oven on!” Your joyful shrieks fill the air as he enters the living room, dropping you off on the couch before heading to your kitchen. Turning off the burner, he walks back into the living room, jumping over the back of your couch to climb on top of you.

“Problem solved. Now it’s off,” his hands cup your face, kissing you sweetly, before pulling back to look at you. “You’re so beautiful,” his thumb runs down the middle of your bottom lip, his heart beating fast in his chest.

Running your fingers through his hair, you wrap your legs around his waist as you smile softly at him, “my noodles are gonna get both soggy and clumpy, Dabi.” A faux pout forms on your lips.

“Call me Touya.”

“What?” You pull back slightly, confusion on your face.

“Call me Touya. It’s my actual name. Dabi is my demon name.”

Smiling softly, you press your lips to his, “okay.” You agree before teasing him, “So, Touya, what are you going to do about my noodles?”

“I’ll get you food later to make up for it,” shaking his head, a chuckle falls from his lips as he speaks before his lips fall to your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone and pulling your shirt down to give him more access. “Right now, I need to have you.”

Your laughter fills the air at his actions, “horn dog.”

“Maybe so but I’m your horn dog.”

“Lucky me,” you tease, moaning as you grind against him. “Well, if you have to have me, I suppose lunch can wait.”

“Good girl,” his lips claim yours again as he lifts your shirt over your head and throws it on the floor.

Jagged, gray rocks line the walls, matching the gray flooring as the smell of sulfur fills the air. Shigaraki, Kurogiri and Spinner stand off to the side as various demons come through the gate, walking past to get to their various abodes. Shigaraki narrows his eyes, waiting for Dabi to come through before huffing and walking off to the hellfire lounge. Kurogiri and Spinner follow after him, joining Shigaraki in the booth he claimed.

Fire shoots up the walls, adding to the comforting heat, as a magenta skinned demon walks up, waving her hand to make three drinks appear before walking off.

Shigaraki taps his fingers on the table before snatching the drink, taking a long sip, “so which pathetic human did Dabi run off to see today?”

“Dunno but word on the street is he’s been sneaking off without being summoned,” Spinner licks his lips before smirking, green scales turning up around his mouth. “A l/n y/n. And there’s been no summoning spell from her – or anyone –registered when he sneaks off.”

“So dear old Dabi got attached,” Shigaraki slams his glass down, lips turning up in an evil smile. “Interesting, considering he said he’d never fall in love with anyone. Even more so with a ‘lowly human.’ He better come to his senses soon, if he really does care for her,” he takes a sip of his drink, placing it on the table again. “We all know what happens to humans that fall in love with a demon. Sooner or later, they turn to dust,” he says, all fingers touching his glass as it disintegrates in his hand.

Kurogiri’s black flames flow behind him, “Shigaraki, stop threatening every human just because you think they’re below you. Without humans, we wouldn’t have any souls to collect, no purpose to fulfill.”

A growl sounds from Shigaraki’s mouth as his lips curl in disgust as a response while Dabi balls his hand into a fist, pressing his back harder against the jagged wall just outside the lounge as he listens in. Not wanting to hear anymore, he kicks off the wall and stalks to his room, blue flames licking at his hands.

2:23 AM, MAY 3, 2022

Dabi is getting really tired of your name from Shigaraki’s mouth. All Shigaraki’s been doing lately is making not-so-veiled threats and all because he was stupid enough to fall in love with a human. Flames lick at his hands as he balls them into a fist and storms away from Shigaraki’s favorite hangout, heading to the portal to Earth. Walking through the red flames, he pictures you, his lips turning up in a smile and, suddenly, he’s walking into your living room.

Dabi walks through the doorway to your bedroom, crouching by your bed to gently shake you awake. A groan falls from your mouth as you stir, lifting up on your forearms to look at him.

“Touya?” You rub the sleep from your eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I missed you. I wanted to see you,” he leans forward to kiss you, crawling onto your bed and pressing you between the mattress and his body, slotting a thigh between your legs.

You smile into the kiss before pulling back, gnawing on your lip nervously as you glance up at him, heart beating fast.

His thumb pulls your lip free as he pulls back, taking you in, “what’s wrong?”

“You trust me, right?”

“Yeah, of course I trust you. You’re my girl, right?”

Smiling softly as your heart warms in your chest, you nod, “yeah. I’m your girl.”

“What brought this on, love?”

“Well. . . I was wondering. . .” you trail off, biting your lip again, “could I see you in your demon form?”

His heart beats rapidly as he rolls onto his back, sliding his fingers through yours, “promise you won’t get scared or think of me differently?”

“I promise. Nothing you could do would ever scare me or make me think of you differently,” you roll onto your side, head resting in the palm of your hand, to smile reassuringly at him.

He cups your cheek, thumb rubbing it softly, pressing his lips to yours as he quickly gets up and stands at the foot of your bed, shedding his clothes, “okay, then. I’ll show you.”

Moving to your back, you rest on your forearms, raising your brow, “was there a reason you had to get naked first or was it just for kicks?” You tease, slick forming between your legs as you fight the urge to rub your thighs together.

“Don’t be horny – my demon form is a lot. . . bigger and larger. I don’t need the only pair of clothes I have here to be destroyed.”

Grabbing one of your pillows, you toss it at him, “I am not being horny.”

“Love, I can smell how turned on you are from here. Do you want to see my demon form or are you going to keep distracting me?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks at his words, nodding shyly as you watch him intently.

Closing his eyes in concentration, he lets out a deep breath as he feels power and fire course through his veins. Mouth dropping open in shock, you hold your breath as you watch his 5’9” frame expand to 10’. Purple burns coat his giant, muscled arms and thighs as two large, curled horns grow from his forehead. The same purple burns form on his neck and under his eyes, contrasting in a beautiful pain with the soft porcelain of his skin in the moonlight. A long tail, the base matching the translucent, milky white of his skin to the pointed tip turning to the purple of his burns, meeting in the middle in an ombré pops up behind his wide back. His icy blue eyes with black irises watch as yours roam up and down his body, mouth dropping open wide as they land on his 15” inch cock, so much wider and thicker in girth, with black veins running down the sides, causing you to rub your thighs together as more slick pools between your legs.

Moving to your knees, you crawl down the bed, looking up at him, “can I . . . can I . . .” you trail off, unsure of where to even start.

His lips curve up in a smirk, shark bite piercings glinting against the purple skin, “can you what, pet?” He teases.

“Can I touch you?”

His hand comes up to cup your cheek, the tips of his talons pressing lightly against the back of your head, “of course you can. I’m all yours.”

Nodding your head, a shaky breath falls from your lips as you tentatively reach a hand out, running your fingers over his scarred abs. Trailing your hand down, you get to his cock, wrapping your hand around it as best you can, unable to make it even halfway around. A groan falls from his lips as your other hand joins in gripping his cock. Moving your hands up and down, you watch transfixed as a white bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip.

Leaning forward, you pull one of his balls into your mouth, sucking harshly on it as you continue to pump his cock, his head falling back in pleasure, until he pulls back.

“What’s wrong? Does it not feel good?”

“No! It feels amazing . . . but I want to make you feel good so I can be buried inside you,” his forked tongue snakes out as he lays you back on the bed, falling to his knees. “I’m about to have the best meal,” he smirks before lowering his lips to your clit, tongue running along the inside of your folds, his saliva mixing with your juices.

Moans fall from your mouth as your skin feels like it’s on fire, hands gripping the sheets, “wha-what’s the feeling? Why do I feel so hot?”

“Heh, that was fast. My saliva acts as an aphrodisiac in this form. So you can feel nothing but pleasure,” he says as he pulls back and smirks, your juices coating his face.

A wave of pleasure shoots through you, making you grip the sheets tighter, “o-oh! Touya! Please! I-I can’t – I, I need . . .” whines fall from your mouth as more pleasure crawls up your body, needing some stimulation for relief as you rock your hips against nothing.

Attaching his lips to your clit again, he sucks harshly and curls three fingers inside you. A breathless gasp falls from your lips as your toes curl, stomach tightening as you cum on his tongue. He moans into your walls, moving his fingers faster as your thighs shake, “t-too much!”

Ripping his fingers from you, icy blue eyes narrow in a glare as he smacks your cunt, smirking when it clenches around nothing, “I decide when it’s enough, pet. Understand?”

He delivers another harsh slap when you don’t answer, making you gasp and nod your head fast.

“Good girl,” shoving his fingers back inside you, you fist your sheets again, knuckles straining from the grip, and your head turns from side to side as heat creeps up your body, your chest heaving as he moves up your body, lips attaching to your breast, his tongue curling around your nipple. Falling apart on his fingers again, you shout out his name and move your hands to thread in his half white, half black hair, pulling on it.

You’re not sure how much time passes when he finally pulls his fingers from between your legs, thighs shaking from so many orgasms you’ve lost count. As he settles between your legs, his thick cock pulses against your thigh, his pre-cum adding to the mess coating them.

“You’ve got one more for me, don’t you, pet? Just one more so I can breed your pretty pussy?”

You nod your head weakly as he lines the tip of his cock up with your folds, sinking in slowly until he bottoms out. Lifting your head, you gasp as his tip kisses your cervix, his cock poking through your stomach, bringing your hand up to trail your fingers along the outline.

Your pussy flutters around his cock as you press down on your stomach, “oh, my God. You’re . . . so big, daddy.”

“Yeah? Love my demon cock stretching you out?” He pulls his hips back before slamming back in, hands gripping your thighs as blue flames form on his hands, the scent of singed skin filling the air.

Pants and gasps fall from your lips as you clench around him, juices coating his cock from the pain turning to pleasure. Rocking your hips weakly against his, his pubic bone rubs against your clit, making your thighs shake, “Touya! Oh, god! Mark me as yours again,” you plead, hands gripping his as you place them on your hips.

“Dirty slut,” he grins, angling his hips and making your eyes whirl in your head, as he heats up his hands again. Moving to wrap your legs around his waist and holding them there, he rocks you both with the force of his thrusts, his frame towering over yours. Your eyes whirl and your toes curl as you have your nth orgasm of the night, soaking his cock in your juices. Looking at you through hooded eyes, he increases the pace of his thrusts, using you for his own pleasure until his hips stutter, balls twitching as he cums with a loud roar, his cum shooting deep inside you.

Pulling out of you, he shifts back to his human form and presses his lips to yours, “I can’t believe you really trusted me that much.”

Turning your head to face him, you smile softly at him, “why wouldn’t I?” You bite your lip nervously before steeling yourself and saying the words that have been bubbling to the surface for months now, “I love you, Touya.” Exhaustion seeps in your bones as you yawn, curling up next to him as you fall asleep with a happy smile on your face.

10:36 AM, MAY 4TH

Chirping birds fill the air as sunlight streams through your curtains. Happy smile on your face, you groan and stretch as you wake, lower half of your body burning from the early morning activities. Your arm falls on your bed, searching for Dabi’s body next to you, frowning when it meets nothing but cold sheets. Sitting up quickly, you turn your head to find his side of the bed not just empty but made.

A crease forms between your eyes as you furrow your brow, swinging your legs over the bed and ignoring the pain shooting through your thighs as you get up, throwing on your discard tank and shorts from last night, and pad down the hall to your empty kitchen and living room. A grumbling from your stomach reaches your ears as you frown, walking into your kitchen. A sheet of white on your counter catches the corner of your eye as you pass it on your way to the fridge, stopping to touch the corner with your fingers.

Flipping it over, your eyes move quickly over the words, heart shattering as tears form.

Thanks for the good fucks, pet, but I’m bored. Was nice while it lasted, though.

Sobs overtake you as you fall to your knees, pulling them against your chest, heart broken into a million pieces. Rocking back and forth, you cry as the sky changes colors until the sky darkens and your sobs dry, sniffling against your cabinets in the dark.

“I’m such an idiot. How could I think he ever loved me?” Wiping your eyes with the palm of your hand, you stretch your legs out in front of you to get the feeling back in them as you think back to your time with him. The soft touches, the times he visited without being summoned and without sex, the way he’d softly cup your face or press a kiss to your cheek. The times he’d spent countless afternoons just staying on your couch, massaging your calves as you watched some trashy reality TV show.

‘No,’ you think to yourself as you wiggle your toes, ‘he’s lying. Something happened to make him react like that. And I’m gonna find out what.’

2:18 PM, MAY 25, 2022

Three weeks. Three weeks since you last saw or heard from Dabi. Three weeks since you’ve tried summoning him every day, just for it to go ignored. Three weeks since you last slept with him. Three weeks since your last period. Wiping your eyes and sniffling, you sit on top of your toilet, taking deep breaths as you wait for the timer to go off.

A shaky sob falls from your lips as the timer on your phone goes off and you silence it. Biting your lip, you pick up the test with shaking hands. A sob falls from your lips as you pick up the next one and the next one, tears falling down your face and turning the three positive pregnancy tests into blurs. Shaking your head and wiping your eyes again, you toss the tests in the trash and walk out of your bathroom.

As you sit on your couch, staring at nothing, your mind moves a mile a minute to try and process. Unconsciously resting your hands on your stomach, you feel a little flutter and your world shifts.

“I’m gonna have a baby. I’m gonna be a mom.”

Grabbing your laptop, you shove the fear trying to work its way into your brain to the side and start making plans to move onto the next chapter of your life. Starting with moving on from Touya and finding a place that has absolutely no memories of him.

1:03 AM, MAY 26th

Dabi paces in his room nervously, waiting for the pull of your summoning spell. Every day around this time for the past three weeks, he’s been ignoring every attempt you’ve made to see him again. Resisting going to see you and resisting giving into the summoning spell is one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do, especially when it’s all he wants to do. No matter what he’s done, he can’t forget you and it wasn’t until yesterday that he realized he didn’t want to. That he wants to be with you, that he loves you.

Which led to the choice to answer your next summoning spell. So he waits. . . and waits and waits. He lets out a frustrated growl as hours pass with no contact from you. Falling back on his bed, he rubs his hand over his face and groans. ‘Why did I have to be an asshole and fuck up the best thing that ever happened to me?’

Weeks pass and, every night at 1:03 am, he paces in his room for a summoning that never comes. Every night since you stopped attempting to summon him has made him go crazy with worry, hoping you’ll just do the summoning spell one more time. When it doesn’t come for the nth night in a row, he growls and storms out of his room to the fire-y gate, heart beating fast as he walks through it, thinking of nothing but you. The portal opens to your living room. . . or what should be your living room, anyway. Gone are the pictures you had on the wall, gone is the couch he spent so many nights on, gone is the coffee table he fucked you on.

Whirling around, he comes face to face with your kitchen, looking exactly as it did the last time he saw it. . . except for the magnets that adorned your fridge and the calendar of sexy firemen you had hanging on the wall next to the notepad you kept for the phone. Racing through your apartment, every trace of you is gone, like you never existed, like you were never here. Stopping in the hallway, he stares at the pictures that replaced yours, heart shattering when he sees a middle-aged man with black hair staring back at him. Tired of seeing anyone but you staring back at him, he slams his balled fist into the frame, shattering the glass.

“What? Did I get the wrong year or something?” He runs into the kitchen, looking at the boring black and white photography calendar and quickly checking the date, “no, it’s definitely August 8th, 2022.”

Crumpling the calendar in his hand and dropping it to the floor, his heart drops into his stomach at the realization that you left. He broke you so badly that he made you leave every trace of him, taking away every trace of you. He did this. He caused this. He has to make it right. He has to get you back.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” A deep voice calls out as footsteps start to pad down the hall.

Growling lowly, Dabi quickly opens a portal and walks through it. Sulfur makes its way to his nose as he’s greeted by the dull gray of the jagged rocks. Stomping towards his room, he pauses as he hears the voices of Shigaraki and Kurogiri.

“Kurogiri, any news on the whereabouts of Dabi’s favorite pet?”

“Nothing yet. Even through the most magical of means, locating his paramour has proved impossible.”

A growl comes from Shigaraki’s mouth as glass shatters, “keep searching. As soon as that pesky human is found, we move. Been a while since I’ve had a delicious meal.”

Curling his hand into a fist, Dabi growls lowly and storms to his room, determined to find you before Shigaraki and keep you safe. Kicking his door shut, a flash of white shows in his mirror as he passes it before walking back to it, staring at himself, staring at his mostly white hair and black roots.

He runs his hand through his hair, “what the fuck is going on with my hair?” He shakes his head, hand slamming against the mirror, “I don’t have time to worry about this. I have more important things to do. I just don’t know how to find her.” He groans and falls face down on his bed.

3:38 AM, NOVEMBER 17, 2022

“Please work,” Dabi takes a deep breath before setting fire to the items in the small bowl before repeating the incantation. Fire roars in front of his face as he closes his eyes and thinks of you, concentrating hard until he can pinpoint a location. Various parts of the world flash quickly behind his lids, eyes moving fast until it stops on a house with a wrought iron fence, gray brick exterior, and a blue door.

Moving past the front door and address, he sees you, exactly as he last saw you, unpacking boxes. His eyes snap open as his lips tug up in a smile, “finally. I just hope Shigaraki hasn’t found you, pet.” Dabi throws on his coat, quietly and quickly making his way to the portal to not tip off Shigaraki and steps through the portal, entering the mortal realm.

SAME TIME, YOUR POV

Moonlight coats the room of your apartment as Dabi appears in front of you. Smiling up at him, you pat the spot next to you on your couch.

“You’re late today,” you say to him casually as the couch dips next to you, Dabi slinging his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer.

His lips press to the side of your head, “sorry, love. I wanted to get here sooner but duty calls, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” you let out a deep sigh as you curl against him, tucking your legs under you. “I just wish you could have been here sooner. I missed you, you know.”

“I missed you, too, love. I’m here now and I’m all yours,” he smiles softly at you. “So what do you want to do?”

Turning your head, you smirk up at him, “well, I have a few ideas. Ideas that happen to involve you, me, and my bed.”

“Oh, really?” He raises a brow as he matches your smirk, “guess you better show me what those ideas are.” He quickly stands, throwing you over his shoulder and walks down the hall, your laughter filling the air.

Gasping with a light layer of sweat covering your body, you wake with a start as the dream plays vividly in your mind. Breathing heavily as tears fall from your eyes, you shake your head and wipe the tears away, trying to dispel the memories of Touya that have been invading your dreams since you refused to think of him when you were awake. Every night for the last seven months, you’ve been dreaming of nothing but him. Every night for the past seven months, you’ve woken up in a sweat and gasping for breath as tears fall down your face.

Swinging your legs to the side of your bed, your feet touch the floor as you stand, “water. Water would be good, right, baby?” Your hand rests on your bump as your feet pad the floor, waddling down the hall to your kitchen. Grabbing a glass from your cabinet, you walk over to your fridge and place it under the dispenser, watching as it slowly fills up.

As you bring the glass to your lips, all too familiar hands – hands that you hadn’t felt in months – caress your arms, causing you to let out a gasp. The sensation disappears and you shake your head to rid yourself of it, taking another sip as the hands touch your arms again. This time, they’re followed by a faint call of your name, eliciting another gasp and tears block your vision, the glass slipping out of your hand.

A faint ‘shit’ is covered by the sound of glass shattering, snapping you out of your living dream. At least, that’s what you believe it is, refusing to think it could be anything else. Grabbing a towel, you rest it on the floor to try and soak up some of the water before getting the broom and dustpan. Carefully picking up the towel, you rest it on the counter and sweep up the glass, throwing the shards away before cleaning up the rest of the mess and waddling to your bedroom, tossing the towel in the laundry room hamper on the way.

Your reflection catches you out of the corner of your eye and you turn to look at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hand over your bump, the bright red letters of your alarm clock reading 4 am. You wipe the tears from your eyes before looking for any trace of Touya, “I’m better than loving a man who can’t love back. So why can’t I forget when it was magic?” You shake your head, trying to dispel the thoughts and memories of him from it.

“It’s just a dream. A figment of my imagination. He’s not real. He’s not here,” your face falls as you say the words to yourself, melancholy and heartbreak seeping into your bones. A broken chuckle falls from your lips as your baby kicks, “come on, baby. I had to do it. Running was. . . the bravest thing I ever did.”

Tears form again as you sniffle, wiping your nose, “but, God, do I wish he was a better man. Wish he was here cause I miss him so much.”

“Then turn around, pet.”

Your breath catches in your throat as heat clings to your back, his fingertips ghosting down your arm to your hand, grabbing it and lacing your fingers together. Shutting your eyes tightly, the words are barely above a whisper, “what are you doing here?”

“. . . I came to protect you. You’re not safe here,” his lips touch your ear, breath fanning against it as he continues to speak. “A demon – his name is Shigaraki – is after you. Looks like now I know why,” his eyes fall on your bump and you wrap your arms around it protectively, turning fast on your heel to glare at him.

“What does he want with me? With my baby? We don’t even know him!”

“He doesn’t care about that. A child between a human and a demon. . . well, it’s unheard of it so I can’t exactly say it’s forbidden but, well, I’ll avoid the details so let’s just leave it at it’s not pretty.”

Your glare worsens as you cross your arms over your chest, “well, thanks for the warning. I can handle it, now that I know.”

Touya opens his mouth to speak as a gravelly voice fills the room, “oh, well, I don’t know about that, human.” The last word is ground out as Touya moves in front of you, forming a protective stance as you both whirl to face the demon. Shigaraki.

“Leave her out of this, Shigaraki. This is between you and me only.”

Shigaraki moves out of the shadows, giving you a better look at his unruly, gray hair and opaque, almost sickly, skin and your breath catches in your throat as his wild, red eyes roam over you. His mouth looks unhinged as he speaks, “you got to have your fun with her. Now it’s my turn.”

You clutch at Touya’s arm, watching in horror as Shigaraki raises his and gray sludge encases you, Touya, and Shigaraki. “What’s happening?!” You ask as fear keeps you frozen in place.

Touya growls as the gray subsides, revealing the three of you on top of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building, “you had to use Kurogiri?! Thought you were a big, bad demon? The only one who could take over Hell. But you can’t even do this without your lap dog?” Touya goads Shigaraki as he moves closer to him, moves further from you.

Shigaraki narrows his eyes as he matches Touya’s movements, “You get on my nerves. I’m gonna kill you. Then I’m gonna kill your precious pet.”

“You’re not gonna touch her! I won’t let you lay one single finger on her!” As anger flares through Touya’s nostrils, heat licks at his skin as blue flames form in his hands. He charges at Shigaraki, arms wrapping around his waist as he tackles him to the floor. The skies open and rain starts to fall, slowly at first then all at once until it’s pouring and you can barely make out the fight.

Shigaraki brings his knee up to Touya’s stomach hard, emitting an ‘oof!’ from the demon as his hold loosens just enough for Shigaraki to escape. With Touya distracted, Shigaraki gets up and makes a beeline for you as puddles form on the skyscraper’s roof.

“No!” Touya roars as he jumps to his feet, chasing after Shigaraki.

You back up as Shigaraki advances, fear telling you to run but you refuse to turn your back to him. He slips on a puddle, allowing Touya to gain on him and land a punch on his face.

“Keep your eyes on me, Shigaraki! I’m the one you have problems with! She has nothing to do with this!” Touya growls out, blue flames igniting on his hands, trying to anger Shigaraki so he loses his cool, so he messes up.

An annoyed growl falls from Shigaraki’s mouth as he charges Touya and you squint to try and make out the fight. All you can see is their light hair and Touya’s blue flames as they attack each other. Touya rotates them so he’s between you and Shigaraki, throwing a giant wall of flames towards him, blue licking at the top of the building, the rain putting it out as quickly as it forms.

Shigaraki lands a punch to Touya’s face after several failed attempts, Touya’s flame dissipating from the action. The dance continues as they get closer to the edge of the building and tears run down your face, obscuring your vision more as you watch the fight in horror. Touya closes the distance again, both teetering on the edge of the building, as Shigaraki’s eyes widen, Touya reaching out for him with wild eyes.

An earth-shattering scream falls from your lips as two figures become one and you sink to the floor, sobs wracking your chest as you wrap your arms around yourself. The remaining figure slowly walks towards you and you press your back against one of the roof dormers, holding out a shaky hand in front of you, “st-stay back!” You say in a quiet breath.

“It’s just me, love,” Touya says softly as he crouches in front of you, hand cupping your cheek and you relax into it for a moment until you push him away, standing up and glaring at him.

“How dare you?!” You shout at him after wiping the tears from your eyes, “I told you I loved you! And, then, you just disappeared, left me wondering what happened to you. And the bullshit goodbye note, breaking my heart?!”

Anger floods your body as you move closer to him, shoving him, “now suddenly you’re back?! Just dropped back into my home and, and, and brought all of this,” you gesture around you, gesture to where Shigaraki fell, “into my life?! You asshole!” Angry tears form in your eyes as you move even closer to Touya, his hands raised in surrender, as you hit his chest with weak punch after weak punch. He takes every hit, letting you get out your pain, your anger, until your shoulders slump and all the fight leaves you. Sniffling, you wipe your tears again before looking up at him, all the pain and heartbreak he caused present in your eyes, shattering his heart as guilt crawls up his body.

“Just tell me why,” you say brokenly as you continue to stare at him, the rain mixing with your tears.

“Because I was scared,” he says seriously, eyes not moving from yours. “The last time I knew any kind of love. . . well, it sucked. And it ended terribly. Combine that with my being a demon and humans who fall for a demon never making it out alive, I thought you deserved better than me. So I had to leave and you had to let me go. The only way to do so was to make you believe I didn’t care. Make you believe I didn’t love you.”

He cautiously moves towards you as the rain slows into a drizzle, holding his hands out cautiously towards your face, silently asking if it’s okay. At your nod, he gives a small smile and cups your face in his hands, “I was wrong and an idiot and a jackass. I’m sorry. I’ll spend forever making it up to you if you’d let me.”

His hand moves to your bump before he falls to his knees, pressing a kiss to it and looking up at you with pleading eyes, “Because I love you. . . both of you. I never planned on falling for you but I did. You were the only person to accept completely as I am. Nothing scared you away – not my flaws or my past or my being demon. I love the way you dance in your kitchen at 2 am like no one is watching. I love the way you spend every Friday night, getting the same takeout from the same place and binge watch the Bachelorette. I love how kind and gentle and sweet and accepting you are of absolutely everyone.”

He stands up, hands cupping your cheeks again and thumbs wiping away your tears, “I love how you love everyone with your whole heart. I love how you were made for me. I love you so much, y/n. And I need you. I can’t live without you. I tried and it. . . wasn’t living. Is there any way you can forgive me?”

Heart pounding in your chest as more tears fall down your face, you nod your head and finally it feels like you can breathe again, “I love you. I missed you.” You say softly as every other thought, every other word, falls out of your head when he smiles brightly at you.

His hands cup your face as he kisses you deeply, his tongue mixing with yours as mulled spice wine coats your taste buds. The smell of rain, wood smoke, and charred coal assaulting your nose as his quiet breaths join the pounding water around you. Your hands grip his hair before you pull back, breathing heavy.

“Your hair is mostly white now,” you note, tilting your head in confusion.

“Yeah, I still don’t know what’s going on with that. Guess it’s a mystery.”

“It’s not a mystery at all, actually,” a voice you’ve never heard of reaches your ears and you turn to face the man – if you can even call him that, given that he has glowing, white wings behind him – and watch in awe as he continues to speak. “We’ve been watching you, Dabi. Watching how you stopped conducting deals, stopped collecting souls, watched how you saved her simply because you wanted to keep her safe.”

Touya steps in front of you, protecting you, as his eyes narrow, “so what? You’ve come to kill me now, then, Michael?”

“Michael? Like the Archangel?” You gasp out in shock, grabbing Touya’s arm. “Like the Great Captain? That Michael?”

“Yeah, love, that Michael,” Touya glares at him, waiting for an answer. “Well? Gonna answer or just keep staring?”

“Love didn’t fix that attitude completely, it seems. But, no, I’m not here to kill you. You’ve earned a spot in Heaven. It’s why your hair has been turning white. Because you’ve become good,” Michael explains as he lands on the roof, pulling his wings in.

Touya’s mouth drops open in shock and your eyes widen as pain shoots through your chest at the thought of him leaving you again. You just got him back. It’s not fair. Your hand drops his arm and Touya’s head moves minutely in your direction.

“What if I don’t want it? What if I wanted to stay here? Stay on Earth?”

Michael’s lips turn up at the corners, wings opening as he hovers just off the ground, “had a feeling you’d say that. You sure about this? This offer won’t happen again.”

“I’m sure,” Touya pulls you to his side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Living without her isn’t living.”

Michael nods and disappears in a flash of light. You turn to Touya, nervously biting your lip.

“Why did you do that? You had such a terrible experience on Earth that you wanted to leave it behind. What about Hell? Or Heaven? What about your home?”

“Hey, hey,” he cups your face in his hands again, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “neither heaven nor hell is my home. You are. And I’m never leaving you again, okay, love?”

Smiling happily, you laugh and nod, pressing your lips to his.

“Let’s go home, love, yeah?”

“Home sounds perfect.”

AUGUST 8, 2023

Dogs barking, birds chirping, and kids playing fill your ears as the sun beats down on you, resting on your elbows on the blanket you brought from home. Your lips turn up in a soft smile as your daughter, Kaiya, babbles next to you. Pulling your sunglasses onto your face, you turn to face her, watching as Touya blows raspberries on her stomach, her laughs filling the air.

Feeling your eyes on him, Touya looks up at you and smiles, pressing another raspberry to Kaiya’s stomach and her laughter rings out again. His hands grab her legs, moving them to her chest and pulling them back before pushing them back to her chest, bright smile on his face as she continues to babble and giggle.

“Do you regret it?”

“Hm?” Touya asks as he repeats the exercise, “regret what?”

“Leaving it all behind? For me and her? Do you regret falling in love with me?”

“No,” he answers quickly, looking up at you.

“You’re sure? You don’t want to think about it?”

“I don’t need to think about it, love. Like I said many, many moons ago, living without you isn’t living. You’re my home. And, now, so is she. You’ve given me everything I didn’t know I wanted, given me the best life. Why would I ever regret that?”

“Well, you were this big, scary, powerful demon. Now you’re living a rather human life. You don’t get bored?”

“Love, I’m still a big, scary, powerful demon,” he pulls Kaiya to his chest as she yawns, smiling softly when she falls asleep in his arms before turning to you, capturing your lips in a quick kiss. “Now I’m just the best version of myself. I don’t know if you noticed that I may have been just as powerful and scary as I am now, but I was a pretty shitty man when I met you. You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been. So, no, I don’t get bored and I don’t regret it. Not when you’ve made me a better man.

Your heart warms and your smile brightens at his words, moving closer to him to press a kiss to Kaiya’s head and whispering softly in agreement, “a better man.”

Notes:

🦇 Kaiya means "forgiveness"

🦇 For the summoning of Dabi, I combined elements from three different ways to summon a demon: the (not fully typed) incantation, the candles and incense.

🦇 The red candle and ginger incense is for the planetary sphere of Mars which magickal rulership for many things including pure sexual lust and physical gratification

🦇 Dabi's demon purpose is very loosely based on the demon Sargatanas (from the Grand Grimoire, not the Final Fantasy game). By that I mean, he's a demon known for his lovemaking abilities.

🦇 Please do not try to actually summon a demon. If you do, I am not responsible.

🦇 When I started writing this, it was 4 am when I had to put in the incantation and I got goosebumps, which I never get, so I stopped writing until it was light out.

reblogs appreciated, especially with comments! 💕

Tag list: @chibishae34 @patchworkpuzzle

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toshidou · 1 year

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i like to think that john has a breeding kink…🫣

oh he absolutely does. the second you even HINT that you're ready for kids, he's throwing you over his shoulder and fucking you until you can't see straight. he'll have your hips seated on a cushion, his fingers or cock plugging his cum into your cunt because you "can't be too safe, eh?"

each and every time before he cums, pressing the blunt head of his cock against your cervix, he'll cup your face, a sweet twinkle in soft azure as he lazily grinds his hips against yours.

"look at you, so good for me, letting me love our baby into you. gonna be the best mum for our child, give them plenty of siblings so they never get lonely."

#anon.exe #tw.breeding #so #i used to say i didn't have a breeding kink #and then i found price #and suddenly it's now a thing #.#sigh #WKWKDKW

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orchid3a · 1 year

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HOLD ME LONGER - A. OLIVER

✦ pairing ↷ Oliver Aiku x f!reader

✦ tws ↷ NSFW, oral sex (m → f), breeding kink (oli gets hard at the thought of you pregnant), creampie, soft n sensual sex, petnames (baby, princess), oli is really a puppy in love for his gf <3, some soft love declaration in the between because yes, lazy proof-reading

✦ note ↷ at first it was a short thirst but... yeah, oliver has that effect over me lmao, i just want him n i want to be his pretty wifey :(((

Thighs sprawled on the new fresh sheets, the faint scent of lavender reaches your nostrils, as you lay on the bed, your eyes focused on the man kneeled between your legs.

His calloused hands gently hold your thighs apart, his nails slightly digging into your soft flesh, as he dives deep into your pussy, licking and slurping every drop of your juice. Oliver is trying his best to maintain a facade of control, he is trying to not let himself go crazy when he has you sprawled for him. You are going to ruin him one day.

His tongue takes a long slick on your folds, his ears immediately blessed with a soft moan, a soft smile adorns his features. His mismatched gaze drinks on every little detail of your body, despite knowing you and your body since years, he can’t help but be surprised every time.

His right-hand releases your thigh, his fingers now are tracing your curves, trying to memorize them. He plants a chaste kiss on your tummy, followed by a second one, then a third one, until he is kissing his way up your lips.

You welcome his lips with eagerness, still drunk on the pleasure he was giving you a few seconds before, your fingers running through his hair, bringing him closer to you.

You kiss until you run out of air, as Oliver breaks the kiss, he presses his forehead against yours. His eyes softening seeing your hues, he always becomes softer whenever he is around you.

"Someone's eager~ Am I not spoiling my princess, as I should?" He teases seductively, chuckling when you roll your eyes.

"Someone left me for a week all alone, and you know, my fingers and toys aren't like that someone" You remark, stroking his cheek, before you kiss him softly.

" 'm sorry, princess, ya know what, tomorrow we go out. Where do we go? Aquarium?"

"Any place is fine, I just want to be with you… Oli"

His eyes widen slightly, before a hearty chuckle leaves his lips, how can those simple words make his heart flip? Maybe the answer is you, Oliver always knew that deep down, you made him softer, that even a simple gesture of yours, could make him fawn for hours.

Your hands cup his cheeks, pulling him in another breathtaking kiss, as Oliver kisses you back, his muscular arms embracing you, giving that familiar feeling of warmth and security, he only can bring you.

“Oliver, I love you… I will keep saying that until my throat hurts and bleeds and mouth goes dry.”

“Don’t steal my pick-up lines! Now I need to think of something else!” He laughs as you grin in response.

Now it’s his turn to cup your cheeks, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, then nose, cheeks and finally, your lips. At each kiss, you hum softly, his facial hair brushing against your skin, making you smile.

“No words can express how much I love you. I don’t think even exists the perfect language capable of translating into words my burning love for you, princess. No words can describe how loudly my heart beats at the mere sight of your smile, every day when I woke up beside you, or when you scold me when I overwork, or when we have sex, and we show each other our deepest selves. I think that I’m lucky to have you beside me.”

You shake your head, trying to hold back your tears “I’m lucky to have you with me, Oli, I’m glad Fate made us meet.”

He chuckles softly as he wipes off your tears, before making you lay on the bed, kissing you one last time.

“Lemme show you, how much I love you” he murmurs before sliding inside you.

You gasp and close your eyes, your body slowly accommodates to his presence, your hands desperately run to his, locking fingers together.

“I wanna feel you closer” You murmur between a moan and another, as Oliver nods, his hips moving slowly, as if he was trying to memorize the scene in front of his eyes.

“You’re so clingy tonight, baby~” He grins as you frown “Sorry, sorry.”

His hips continue to rut into yours, gradually increasing speed, his only focus is now filling you up, he doesn’t mind creating a small family with you, a symbol of your love. Fuck it, only thinking about you, round with his kids, made him lose all the control he had.

Under him, you can just moan and whisper his name, the pleasure is so overwhelming that you can’t think straight anymore, you just want him inside you.

“Fuck it, baby, I’m gonna knock you up! You will look so fucking beautiful with my child.” He grunts as his hips move faster and rougher than before.

You can just nod and slowly, you start moving your hips, trying to meet up with his pace. The familiar feeling of orgasm clouds your mind and goes blank, as you cum all over his length, dirtying the sheets too, you will have to change them, but later, now you just want Oliver cumming inside your walls. You whine when he puts your legs over his shoulders, now his dick touches your sweet spot. A string of moans leave your lips, as his fingers now are rubbing your puffy clit.

“Such a messy baby~” He remarks “Gonna fill you up! Gonna make you a mama, will you be the mama for my kids, right?”

It’s just a matter of minutes, before Oliver empties himself inside you, spurts of cum filling your pussy, as he collapses onto you, tired and sweaty. His head tucked between your breasts, he listens to your heartbeat, a calming tune, and closes his eyes.

Silence fills the room, as you lay tangled into each other, he tries to slip out, but you stop him, by wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Let’s stay like this… Hold me, Oli.” You murmur, kissing his forehead, and you feel his cheek nuzzling in your chest.

“If my princess wants that, who am I to disobey?”

You chuckle, fingers running through his hair, enjoying this precious memory of you and him tangled into each other’s embrace.

#✒️ - aria writes #🎀- vitium #bllk oliver aiku #bllk x reader #bllk smut #oliver aiku smut #blue lock smut #oliver aiku x reader #blue lock x reader #tw.creampie #tw.breeding kink

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missbunnybunny · 8 months

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🫧『𝕺𝖍 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖊? 𝕬 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖞』🫧

Tw: dark kink, unprotected sex, non-con, dark content, rough sex, bondage, kinky, breeding, praise, degradation.

A/n: If something is incorrect, please let me know. using Google Translate for Russian words. I simply put down what came to me and spell-checked it. I'm not sure whether it even makes sense or not but enjoy!

Note: I'm interested in seeing how good my writing is, therefore I'm giving it my all. I have high hopes, for this one. This is a long boy. Your meal has been served, it was my pleasure serving you all 🍽️🤵🏽‍♀️.

🎐𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝟐🎐

Oh, Who is she...

-Russia, Kubinka.-

The sky was a never-ending sea of white and grey, with no sight of the sun to sprinkle a sliver of sunshine as the snow gently fell to the earth, painting everything white as far as the eyes could see. People were spotted marching up and down with their warm jackets and hats, guns in hand, flawlessly matching one stride at a time. Not one man, hair, or step out of line, just as they were trained.

An automobile stopped in front of a large structure, the driver's door opened, and a hefty man crouched down and carefully exited the vehicle. Soon after, three more doors opened, and three guys came out of the car, closely followed by a lady. Her e/c eyes surveyed her surroundings as she expelled a little puff of air and watched it develop and dissipate, demonstrating how chilly it was outdoors.

The group entered the building and proceeded to a table; the woman sat on a couch a few meters away from the table, setting her weapon down. Her colleagues each pulled out a chair and sat. You gazed at them silently as you picked up the riffle you had placed down as you walked in, taking it into your hands and starting to disassemble it. You were cleaning the scope aimlessly when you were dragged out of your thoughts by someone calling out to you.

" Rusalka." He exclaimed. Rusalka a water spirit or a water fairy. She was frequently linked to the mythological concepts of a nymph or a mermaid. The term "Deadly but Beautiful" was given to you by your superiors. You liked the name Rusalki because she was a deadly dead creature and cursed ghost that resembled a young woman. Your countless enemies would hear your name before being struck down.

timid, helpless, and frail, some would say she was. But even the most beautiful flower may be toxic when needed. Judging a book by its cover would get you killed. You were nothing but skilled, powerful, and lethal.

"Yes, Captain Azhdaya." It signified dragon. He had a bulky physique. His face is studded with minor battle scars, except for the bigger ones. One on his left cheek a few meters from his lips and concluding just shy of his ear, a scar at the bridge of his nose, and a split on his lip. "Your location will be here," he says, pointing to a map as you stand to investigate.

"You will cover the team from this distance." He ended by tugging his finger in a direction. It was an excellent location with lots of trees and tall grass; blending in with an all-white outfit in an unending field of white snow would make it simple to conceal from the adversary and get a vantage point at the same time.

A misty memory

Leshy, the forest's guardian. His honey-brown eyes examined the chart, humming a tune under his breath as he took everything in. At 5"8, he was a few inches shorter than the captain.

Vodyanoy was discussing options that they might take advantage of. The hues of the woodland were reflected in the eyes. They were two colors, yet they were as enthralling as an unending expanse of trees and flowers. He was 3 inches shorter and had less muscular mass than Azhdaya, yet he was still a terrifying opponent to face in a fight.

Chuma and Leshy were the same height. He was a man with few words. But he was always in the mood for black humor jokes, making you both laugh and smile as the captain gazed on in fear. His eyes were clear and wonderfully polished blue proportions. He was a lovely soul, like your brother, even though you threatened to slam your foot up his ass for nearly getting killed.

You made your way to the table while reassembling your riffle. As you read the orders, your pupils narrowed. Objectives Destroy the English task force and safeguard the nuclear weapons in the ware home. Your hand reached for your hat, pulling it down slightly and readjusting it.

" Put on your armor and prepare your weapons. We depart at 0800 and expect to arrive by 1000." Azhdaya spoke up, dismissing you all from the briefing to prepare for the upcoming expedition.

You all walked out of the room and into your individual rooms. There would be no time to waste. Blood would be spilled tonight, and your squad would either win or die at the hands of the enemy.

A haunting face

The trip was uneventful. You all sat in the rear of the armored truck, silently double-checking your coms, gear, and weapons. Your seat was at the rear, and you were staring out the window idly. Watching as the colors of the night and the red glimmer of the tailgate blended together in one fast move before disappearing into the darkness. Only to pick up again.

You'd lost count of time, your attention only on the glittering lights in the night. It was lovely. Azhdaya was checking in with everyone to ensure that everything was in order. The squad represented family to him. The boys were like the sons had never had, and Rusalka, like the youngest, leave her alone, and she was going to destroy the world.

His gaze was drawn to the short figure in the rear, and he made a mental note to ensure she was mentally sound. She was threatening the guys, telling them she'd stick her pistol up their asses if they died on her.

The car came to a complete halt. "Rusalka, we're here." The person next to you spoke, Chuma patted your shoulder and stated. You blink and glance up at him, then nod your head, rise up, and grip the firearm close to your chest.

The expedition had begun; for better or worse, may you all return home.

Is she a lost embrace?

You and your riffle were hiding on a hill. A light coat of snow covered your body from head to toe. If someone looked in your direction, all they'd see is a mound of snow, plants, and trees.

They might see the glimmer of scope if they looked carefully enough.

Do you copy, Rusalka?- As a voice spoke up to you, you heard the communication link come alive. That was your captain - Yes, over. -You talked quietly and quietly so as not to draw attention to yourself.

If you detect any activity, alert us - He said, staring out the window, his figure masked by the night's darkness. The others wait in their respective holdings for any others to either fire or rethink their future movements.

It was completely quiet. You had no idea how much time had passed. More snow blanketed your body like a giant chilly blanket, completely immersing you beneath it. Your hands were numb from the cold, and you had to push yourself to remain motionless as little shivers and trembles brushed your skin.

Am I in love with just a theme?

From the looks of things, tonight was going to be unremarkable. Until you heard it, that is. Your ears picked up on the faint crunching sound. It was too big for a cat, too quiet for a fox, and too tall for a dog. It was a person, but you had to make certain it wasn't a civilian.

You adjusted your riffle slightly and focused your attention on the shadows you saw slipping away in the darkness. When you saw it, they were holding firearms and wearing protective gear. -Humans- were the words that came out of your mouth as you turned on the coms connection.

You observed three towering people headed toward the structure. One taller than the other, he wore a hood, another wore what seemed to be a skull mask, and finally, a man with a Mohawk? You hesitated briefly, resisting the impulse to chuckle quietly. You had to admit it suited him. Oh well, He was still the enemy.

Static came from your coms, and it quickly came back to life to instruct you. -headcount?- he gruffly asked you. - 3, sir.- You hurriedly spoke. - Keep a lookout two missing people. He advised you that there should be 5. You dropped your sight and examined your scope.

You gazed about the area for a while before seeing it. A person towards the front of the building, next to a shrub. - 4 shrubs at the entrance - You spoke as you gazed at the man you would have missed if you hadn't seen his little movement.

Or is Ayesha just a dream?

You were told to shoot as soon as they broke through the door. The instruction was to shoot to injure and, if necessary, to kill.

Something caught your attention. You didn't know what it was, but something was awry on the opposite side of the field. Was it the stillness, the swearing misleading figures appearing in your vision?

You couldn't rely on your vision. The darkness and shadows might generate illusions that will stymie your enthusiasm and your team's life. The door to the building burst open while your attention was elsewhere. It caught you off guard. You looked up immediately to see that they were entering the building.

They entered the building, permission to shoot.- You talked softly but rapidly. As you waited, your finger slowly fell to the trigger. - Granted-, that was all you needed to shoot at the figure as it slowly made its way inside.

You kept an eye out for any opportunities. You pulled the trigger when you saw it. The bullet sliced through the air as it approach its victim. His leg was struck. His blood had stained the snow underneath him.

A mystery

From then on, all hell had broken loose. Ghost talked on the coms after Soap was shot. When he informed his crew that bullets had been fired, their senses went into overdrive. König was ahead of the group, gun lifted, trigger finger on the trigger, ready to fire on the suspicious enemy.

Ghost was on the right, Soap was on the left, and Price was just behind them. Soap was hobbling a little, but the gunshot had not killed him. Ghost unlocked the doors and searched the rooms for any indication or sight of someone. The weapons were reported to be at the far end of the facility, according to the information.

A gunshot struck the side of König's skull, missing him by an inch. As soon as the doors leading to the weapon room opened. He and his men retreated hastily behind the door and the walls, firing back at the culprits.

Both sides were heavily armed. It could be heard over the coms as the sound of gunfire broke out in the air. Making the night more silent, quiet, and foreboding. After a while, everything was silent; neither the wind nor the crickets wanted to make an appearance. Sometimes silence was never a good thing.

Oh, who is she?

You waited with bated breath - Leshy and Chuma were shot - a voice came through. Vodyanoy was there. You exhaled a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. You stood there watching as the man who had entered the building burst out the door.

You watched as the man with the Mohawk was assisted by a man wearing a helmet. The tallest of them all had the arm of the man in a skull mask over his shoulder. Their blood stained the snow with a brilliant scarlet tint.

That's when something occurred to you. - Vodyanoy, tell me where Azhdaya is. Unlike your normal calm and collected manner, you raised your voice. -The captain was shot in the abdomen.- As you received the news, your heart fell, throbbing and hurting. - I've already made the decision. But I require your presence.- You entered the building without hesitation, without caring if it would get you killed or if it was irresponsible.

The mission was successful, but at a high cost: everyone was severely hurt. The cost was cleared when the medical team came. Unfortunately, someone had to remain behind. You offered to remain behind because there wasn't much room in the truck, don't know how but it happened. Your team was against it, but you shot them down. You were the least harmed and would be hiding in one of the nearby hideouts.

Oh, who is she?

You arrived at one of the hideouts, an abandoned structure by a river. Your firearm was never far from your side or in your hands. Even though it was familiar ground, you could never relax your guard.

As you got closer to the building, you noticed a towering person. You'd seen him before. If you recall, he was the colonel on the other side of this combat field. You knew you could play the helpless citizen if you were simply charming to him. You could at the very least eliminate him and his squad.

You took a gamble knowing you were about to collide in this combat field unknown to him but not to you. He was tall, far taller than you would have anticipated. He towered over your commander. You choose to have some fun. You taunted him by messing with his thoughts. You become the night's shadow, the illusion that swirled in his unfocused eyes.

You observed him as he twisted and turned. Look to the right and left, up ahead and below. You chuckled a little, watching him feverishly search for you like a lost puppy. But you were disappointed since your spot had been snatched from you; you heard shouts and froze. The man in the skull mask exited the building beside the colonel. You made the decision to walk away from him. You locked eyes with him as he lifted his firearm and spoke harshly. " Get her."

A misty memory

You rushed out of there on your heels, seeking for a new hiding spot. You rushed through the deep forest, crouching low to avoid hitting a tree. You made the mistake of looking back and confronting death.

He was swiftly catching up with you. You ran and ran, and you appeared to have lost track of time, but one thing bothered you: they were both following after you, but when you looked around, you noticed the one with the skull mask.

You inhaled the frigid air, allowing it to enter your aching, anxious lungs. You proceeded to the abandoned building, taking in as much air as you could and watching for a while to be sure it was clear. You seek refuge in a dark area with access to the entrance and window.

You closed your eyes and lay back against the corner, rifle in hand, succumbing to tiredness and allowing sleep to overtake you. You were too sleepy to notice that your safe way was going to be your undoing.

A haunting face

As Ghost and König stood in front of the building König had seen you walk onto, it was late. Ghost had lost track of you, and the snow had made everything appear so familiar that he couldn't tell right from left. He waited until König returned, informing Ghost that he had discovered where you were hiding.

Now when they were standing in front of the building, Ghost crept inside quietly, not wanting you to flee. You being valuable to them since you know the ins and outs of the building. He creeps closer to the room, discovering you in a corner with a riffle in hand. Your head hung down, hiding your features. He eased you out of the corner.

He straddled your lap and took a knife from his thigh strap, pressing it to your throat. " You know, that's not nice. Everyone told you, you have a sexy waist." You voiced to him, as you looked him up and down, making eye contact, a little grin tugged at your lips.

Ghost's eyes narrow as he looks at you, moving his knife closer to your throat, a line of scarlet slipping from your slashed flesh. "I'm the one who asks the questions here." His tone was harsh and low. Sending shivers down your spine as his icy, almost lifeless eyes glared down at you.

You can feel his breath fan your face as he leans forward. You feel your cheeks get hot and flushed. Were you indeed roused by a masked guy riding your lap? Perhaps nothing is impossible in love and war.

Is she a lost embrace?

You heard a stir from behind you and tilted your head to see a tall man towering over the two of you. The moonlight behind him accentuated his silhouette. Huh? The lost puppy returned in search of his owner, you guessed. König kept staring into you quietly, observing your very move.

"as much as I would enjoy having you in my lap," you said to the masked man, carefully moving your hand, not revealing your plans for the following few seconds. "You've never said your name." You sweetly spoke, but they couldn't see it anyhow. Finally, make contact with your riffle and grip it tightly.

You heard him say, "König." His voice is deep and low, and just hearing it makes your stomach twist and spin. "Ghost," remarked the man next to you. "Rusalka," you say, raising your arm and smacking the riffle's bud into the ghost's face. Making him lose his equilibrium somewhat, providing you exactly the right amount of change.

König charged at you as Ghost was cradling his bloody nose. You couldn't feel his body as much as you wanted to. You turned and hurried out of the room you were in and into another. Will the mouse escape or will the cat devour the mouse?

I call her name

As you approached the front of the building, you could see the light at the end of the corridor. It was probably time to look for a new home, but unfortunately, like the cat that ate the canary, you were apprehended before you could safely fly away. Something heavy smacked your back, forcing the breath from your lungs in a huge gasp.

You're not sure how long you were out, but when you awoke, your wrists were bound behind your back and you were tied to a chair, your legs connected to the leg chair. "Well, aren't Kinky?" you said, glancing up at the two guys looking down at you. They look at you. Ghost approached you, his hands resting on your thighs. You could feel the marks framing the outline of his hands as he squeezed so hard.

"Since you don't want to behave, I'll teach you manners." Ghost spoke, harshly grading your chin. You felt hands on your legs before Ghost shoved it away. König knelt down and unfastened your legs. As König rose up and came to Ghost's side, you maintained eye contact with him.

Know that your thoughts were not going in circles. You noticed that it was cooler than usual. Looking down, you noticed your gear and jacket had vanished. Ghost came up behind you, untying your hands from the chair just to re-tie them. So you're not going to attempt anything.

Across an endless plain

Your face was smashed against the dirt floor in the blink of an eye, and your pants and underwear ripped off your waist as though a wild beast desired something more. Your cunt has been exposed to the stranger, Ghost. "You may scream all you want. It's just three of us here." As you felt something hard push against you, he groaned. "You want me to behave," you exhale, shifting your face to face him. "Make me," you spat in his face, you weren't going down that easy.

His cock pounding pierces your pussy lips and presses deep inside of you. Your eyes roll into your skull, erupting in a whining moan. You wept and pleaded in a high you'd never known, with each thrust driving your face further and harder into the floor, yet he never yielded. Instead, his muscular arms just held you in place until release arrived in the form of his sperm blasting forcefully into your womb. " Should've behaved." He talked as he stood, leaving your ass up on the floor, his cum flowing out of your pussy onto the floor.

In your haze, you noticed boots in front of you and looked up to see König staring down at you; you blinked up at him, blinking away the tears that had gathered in your eyes. From the fuck Ghost had given you. He lowered himself, stroking your cheek and brushing away some stray tears with his thumb. "We might let you go if you give us what we want." You forced your lips together tightly, not making a single sound. Looking him straight in the eyes.

She'll answer me

"She's a lot more stubborn than we thought, König." Ghost declared as he picked you up by your tide hands and watched your legs try to remain erect. Ghost's knife ripped your shirt, tearing it apart in front of their greedy gaze. His left hand touched your face as he raised his mask, tilting it so he could passionately kiss you. You trembled as an enormous chilly hand clutched your chest, his right hand still firmly gripping your roped-tied hands.

Squeezing and licking your nipples like a ravenous starving man. König sucked and bit, leaving a trail of vibrant markings from your chest to your stomach and then to your core. While pounding two of his enormous thick fingers into you, he spreads your lips while kissing and relentlessly sucking your clit.

Your thoughts were racing with pleasure and overstimulation. Your lips were still being taken. You fell undone under them, Ghost's ravenous lips snatched the chances to breathe. König sipped your juices, humming to himself as if it were his sole source of relief for his parched throat. As he drank his fill, you felt the vibration against your pussy, and he drew away, licking his lips and letting his hood fall back down his face. His gaze fixed on your crumbling body.

Ghost, you let go, and you fall to the floor, your legs too weak to support you." It appears that we will have to break her." You didn't know who said it since you were too fucked up to notice or care, "Bite me." Your response was more of a drunken rambling than confidently articulated.

Wherever she may be

You became crushed between Ghost and König, and König pulled his hood up and pushed your chin up for him, tenderly kissing you and caressing your hair. While ghosts' hands raced across your body, searching every inch until nothing remained untouched by his fingers.

You could feel König's cock throbbing and dripping little pearls of cum against your tummy. Your body was drawn up until you were hovering above his quivering, gushing tip. As he split you in two, your arms swiftly curled around his neck, covering your face in his chest.

König drove himself more and deeper inside you, and with each inch, you gasped for breath. "That's a good girl…" He praised you, and you let out a tiny curse in your native tongue, feeling as though his words had kindled a fire within you. Soon after, his base kissed your cunt's lips. He let you relax for a few moments before grabbing your supple hips. It began slowly and steadily until you felt something hard press against your ass.

You totally filled König and Ghost in one fast motion. They began to thrust; being full of könig was one thing. But being filled by them both over and over again had you groaning and moaning like the slut you were for them. Every vein pressed against your walls as they gently stretched you out, shaping you to the shape of their dicks with each deep push. Bouncing you up and down, hitting every deep area that had you seeing stars. Fuck, the entire cosmos.

Oh, who is she?

König was concerned that he would inflict too much harm on you. After all, you were so little compared to him and Ghost. Nevertheless, he was losing control of himself, his eyesight obscured by the need to fill you with his seed. His head and judgment, his cock longing for release. König held you to his chest. Something about the whole event you excited in a deep primal lust, a never-ending hunger.

The only thing your lust-filled thoughts wanted right now was to be taken from behind and in front by two huge beasts like them. The lack of König's cock was already causing your insides to ache for him, and you whined for him. König whispered into your ear as he gripped a fistful of your hair, his hot breath thick on your neck. "mine! your fucking mine." He hissed low and commandingly. how you loved it, squeezing them tighter.

In one seamless stroke, könig sheathed himself into you up to the hilt, one hand on your neck and the other securely gripping your hip. The loud yell that the movement elicited from you was addictive in and of itself. They couldn't get enough of you, making an obscene squelching sound as König and Ghost brutally pounded their big cock as if you'd vanish if they didn't.

They grunted deep animalistic grunts as they pushed into your swelling pussy and ass, and you swallowed them in and contracted around them like there was no tomorrow. Not wanting to give up the mind-bending bliss.

A misty memory

"дa да да да" [yes⁴] You screamed in pleasure, feeling your body tense and quiver every time König's balls made contact with your clit and his head pressed against your womb. " я кончу! чувствую себя так хорошо. заполните меня, пожалуйста." [am gonna cum! feel so good. fill me up, please.] You mumbled in your native tongue, head clouded with pure raw lust.

Their ears were filled with your moans. They totally engulfed themselves in you, with König pushing all of himself past your lips and his head pressing against your cervix. They didn't care about the lew sounds, popping in and out of you. Not with them making you feel so amazing. " I'm-A-AHHHHH!" You could feel his cock's head pushing in and out faster and harder, a couple of thrusts of their hips. With a loud cry that tore itself straight out of your lungs, you spammed and squeezed around them.

You'd never experienced anything like this in your life, and it rocked you to your core. Underneath them, you were a trembling mess. Squeezing around them, feeling you tighten and flutter, was enough to induce them to cum inside you.

His hips were forced against you, and his cock was shoved in as far as it could go. As he poured hot ropes of sperm into your womb, his veins surged and his skull flashed. They were coming inside of you in ropes and ropes, and you were breathing heavily. Their cocks beat rhythmically with your constrictions, their testicles contracting with each spurt of come blasted into your small pussy and tight ass. There was so much of it that it started to pour out of you and onto the floor.

A haunting face

You were in ecstasy. You were warm, full, secure, and safe. You'd just had the most exquisite fuck of your life by the same enemy you were supposed to kill, and they were remaining inside of you as if they'd die pulled out of you. You've never felt more at home than right now, beneath both of them. You turned your head and kissed his cheek, despite his hood covering it.

You awoke in the middle of them, it was still dark, König's hand was wrapped around your waist, while Ghost's hand was wrapped around your thigh. You gradually broke free from their grip. You discovered your gun and jacket. You hand no pants or underwear, much to your dismay. Just a jacket, some equipment, boots, a hat, and socks. You gazed at the two men, your hat partially covering your face, but it wasn't gonna work. Ghost wouldn't mind if you searched through his belongings; after some searching, you discovered what you were seeking.

You discovered his balaclava. It was just like his. Everything was painted on the skull. His eyelashes were virtually white, and it was rather sad that your enjoyment had come to an end while admiring their loveliness. Because of obvious reasons,-Rusalka, why is your line off?- The person on the other end of the telephone chastises you. - ну да xpн, Vodyanoy.- [oh fuck off].

Vodyanoy placed his palm over his heart and added, -The love, am touched. I got you what you asked for.- He chuckled, knowing you had a scowl on your face. He was the one person you could contact and ask him to deliver your clothing with no questions asked.

Is she a lost embrace?

You did take some Vodyanoy and Leshy, as well as Chuma on occasion. They accompanied you when you went shopping for new clothing and even underwear; someone had to carry your luggage, and it wasn't going to be you. Vodyanoy was the only one who knew your exact measurements; it was actually rather amusing. He looked like a lost child the first time he went to the store to assist you pick out new clothes.

You could hear tires crunching on the snow as you walked away from the building. " I finally tracked you down. Get your ass in the car before you freeze. Short bitch." He chastised you like a child caught sneaking a cookie when they weren't meant to. As you move to the rear, you give him the middle finger.

You were finally warmed up again after changing your clothing. "Sooo… What fucked you over?" said Vodyanoy as he drove in silence. He wonders if the cold has finally caused you to lose it and go around nude. "As if you'd know." If only he knew, you retorted cynically. You snicker that he could be having a heart attack.

Somewhere across the sea of time

It was approximately 0700 when you arrived at the base. You could still feel hot ropes trickling down your leg. You were sore. Your entire body felt like it was made of cement, weighing you down. You were about to walk into your room, but life doesn't work that way.

The captain wanted to visit you in order to obtain an incident report. "Rusalka, what has happened to your face?" He inquired. Remembering the vivid moment when Ghost slutted you out on his dick and banged your face into the floor."Nothing, sir," you say as you avoid eye contact, "are your injuries better?" You shifted the topic on which he indulged.

You were surprised to learn that the higher-ups were relocating the nuclear weapons and reassigning the personnel in charge of them. You were disappointed, which meant you wouldn't be seeing them again.

"Rusalka, I was wondering where you found that?" Azhdaya inquired, pointing to his face to indicate what he meant. Oh, you reasoned. Ghost's balaclava, which you stole. "In an abandoned building. I like it," you stated casually while caressing it. It was silky and smelled like tea and dark wood. You were reminded of him, but you wouldn't tell them the truth. A tiny white lie will not harm.

You were curious whether Ghost had worn it before you stole it from him. You miss his touch, and you consider yourself addicted to them.

A love immortal such as mine

Ghost and König awoke at 0800 in the morning. He gazed about, feeling the lack of warm skin underneath him. König sprung to his feet, having awoken from an abrupt shift next to his body. He two saw someone was missing, and you were no longer there.

Everything about you had vanished, even your weapon and ripped clothes. It was almost as if you were a ghost that appeared for one night of pleasure just to vanish into the darkness. They went around the building but couldn't find anything, which is when he discovered it.

There was something in his thigh pocket, where his regular skull balaclava would be. It was a white hat. The hat that you wore when they discovered you sleeping in the corner. He investigated for any other missing items and discovered that his knife had also vanished.

As König and Ghost stood there grabbing and repairing their equipment, Ghost stated, " Clever girl." His dark eyes narrowed as he glanced at the hat he clutched in his fingers. If he gets his hands on you again, he'll tie you up and imprison you in his house like an animal.

Will come to me

Soon after, König and Ghost were picked up and joined the others. Price enquired as to why they had split up, but Ghost disregarded the question by adding, "We were surveying that area when a storm caught us." He side-eyed könig who nodded in agreement.

When they landed in England, the Price informed them that their plans had been altered by higher-ups. Laswell informed them that the weapons had been relocated to an unidentified location. And that, for the time being, they would do other things until they figured out where.

König's shoulders fell, and Ghost remained cool on the outside, but he was in turmoil on the inside. It suggested that there was a little chance they'd stumble across you on the battlefield. König hoped to see you again, to feel your delicate skin, and to hear your whimper as you unraveled. He urgently needed you, your cunt, all of you.

Ghost was disappointed because he hadn't completed educating you who was in control. And that you were nothing more than his to break and train as he saw fit.

Eternally

You'd met the two men a month ago. To say you missed them would be an understatement; you were ravenous for them to break you, make you their slave for their cock, to give you pleasure. But you'd never say it to their faces. You enjoyed the sight in their eyes when they believed they could control you, and you liked being controlled by them. win-win.

You submitted to training, gaining new skills and experiences. You even earned your nursing license. You had a good time mocking Chuma for getting into problems due to Leshy and Vodyanoy. He was like the group's older brother… getting hurt for the stupid things his younger siblings did.

Azhdaya summoned you to his office. You were aware of the situation. You submitted your application for a move in two years. You adored your team, but you felt it was time to go out to new waters.

"Are you sure?" Azhdaya asks, setting the papers down and staring at you. looking for any signs of unpleasant emotion on your face. "Yes, Sir." You formed a little smile on your face and nodded. " Alright. " He sighed and continued to talk to you.

Immortal she

It had taken two years, but the day had finally come. Tomorrow was your departure day from Russia for your new home base. The crew surprised you with a farewell party. Providing you with goodies that you may not find in your new home.

Leshy and Vodyanoy were sobbing uncontrollably. Leshy shakes you back and forth, imploring you, or rather pleading with you, to stay with him. Vodyanoy clutched your leg as if he were a kid, imploring you not to leave him alone with Leshy, and explaining that Leshy was this and that. You stroked his hair. You could have been the one who lost a screw, but Leshy was missing the box and the lock that held it in place.

You ate and drank as if there was no tomorrow. They dropped you off at the airport the following day. giving you a hugs and best wishes. - The flight from Moscow, Russia, to London, England, is about to board.- The announcement was made over the speakers.

König tapped his foot nervously. Ghost stared at him as he waited in line with his other 141 task members, giving him a supportive nod. They didn't know anything about the newcomer. They were meeting them for the first time today.

A vehicle was spotted approaching the base and slowing down before completely halting. The door opens, and a figure walks out, their h/c hair gently swinging in the breeze that blows past the base. They exchanged handshakes with Price.

When könig and Ghost turned around, they could only gaze as your s/c skin sparkled in the sunshine. The way your h/c hair complemented and framed your face, making you appear ethereal. Most importantly, the sunbeams in your eyes, causing them to glitter like a Dimond on exhibit for its beauty.

Return to me

"прывітaнне, я Русалка. It's a pleasure to meet you, " [Hello, my name is Rusalka.] You spoke quietly, offering your hand, never breaking eye contact with Ghost and König as you smiled at them. They knew, and you knew it wasn’t your first encounter with them.

To be continued......Maybe, if people like it.

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BEYOND THE COSMOS

Character/s: alien!Kakucho

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, reader is a tease, monsterfucking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, kakucho has 2 big 🍆 + a long tongue, doggy, couch sex, dirty talking, cum eating, blowjob/throat fucking, implied marathon sex, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: here is the first entry for kinktober, sorry it’s late... this is dedicated to my sweet bby dawn @lalunanymph 💖

❖ kinktober ‘22 masterlist | ENTRY #1

Summary: Your new neighbor’s dick(s) is out of this world.

WC: 2.8K

Kakucho loves the earth more than most homo sapiens ever could. Compared to the dreary and almost desolate planet he hailed from, the earth was far more interesting and had unique customs that varied wherever he could travel to. Eventually, he was tasked to settle down. And he did, in a quaint house that was minutes away from the park where he normally would jog in the early morning because he learned from an earthling that it is beneficial to their body. Yet, despite acquiring such knowledge, Kakucho could never be a human being nor possess a body that functions the way it would. And this extends to his reproductive parts.

He was never required to have a human mate. No, the only directives he was given upon embarking on this journey were the following: live on earth, explore, study about the species that live on the planet, do not get caught, and go back home if he had gathered enough knowledge. This was his third year on the rocky, terrestrial plant. He may enjoy trying all the food it has to offer, learning the countless languages its habitants speak, and making ‘friends’, but it has been quite a lonely experience for the extraterrestrial. Contrary to the way his human friends think of his kind, or what they like to endearingly call ‘aliens’, Kakucho was not heartless, unemotional nor thought of himself as superior. But due to this stereotype, he found it hard to form long-lasting relationships. He was quite sure he'd stay naive about the way earth dwellers courted one another and how they reproduce… until a certain someone moved into the one-story house next to his.

“Hello! Thought I’d drop by to greet my neighbor,” you cheerily spoke, eyes sparkling under the sunlight that somehow seemed to shine down on your beautiful face. Kakucho was not a stranger to the feeling of love or lust, yet he couldn’t help but curse in his mother tongue under his breath. You were absolutely brimming with life—or charming, as Izana, one of his human friends would simply put it. Raising a brow at the odd language he uttered, you slightly backed up. With a sheepish glance at the attractive man, you weakly laughed. “I-is it a bad time? Do you understand what I just said?”

Kakucho wished he didn’t panic. Clearing his throat, he nodded a bit too vigorously then returned the warm smile you shot him before he felt his own nerves get the best of him. “Y-yeah, of course, I understood. Sorry about that, I was just taken aback. I thought you were here for a different reason—ah, welcome to the neighborhood!” He was sure he sounded lame. According to Izana, humans who were considered lame could never be invited to any special gatherings. He can’t have that, especially when his new neighbor was so pretty that if you ended up hating him, Kakucho doesn’t know how he’ll recover from that.

He might have to move away to get rid of his embarrassment. Or worse, go back to his home planet.

“Ah, it’s alright. And thank you!” The smile on your face returned, which caused relief to sweep over Kakucho. As you introduced yourself and asked for his name, unbeknownst to you, Kakucho was too focused on your lips the entire time. This is good. If he can get you to keep smiling, then maybe he has a chance at—wait a minute, a chance at what exactly? This can’t be what Izana has been laughing at whenever the topic is on the table, right? About love at first sight… Just as Kakucho was formulating his thoughts together and figuring out why he was acting this way, you bid him farewell. Again, he couldn’t help but curse and yet, thank the cosmos for sending such an exquisite human his way after years of merely dipping his toes in the water out of fear of being discovered.

Shit, does he like you?

Most earth dwellers may have a fascination for aliens such as him, however, Kakucho knew better than to outright reveal himself. He has seen those alien movies and he wasn’t impressed. But fuck, how difficult it is to keep pretending that the cat that occasionally visits your house is afraid of him or that the television isn’t working because of the faulty satellite dish and not because of his nature. He can’t also explain why he is so great at crane games just because he could see through the machine’s rigged system. There came a time Kakucho knew you were so close to finding out he was lying about knowing why you were feeling hot and bothered by the confused expression you wore. Perhaps you catching a cold wasn’t the right answer.

“Don’t ‘ya feel hot and bothered whenever you see me, Kakucho?”

Kakucho tries to avoid the chances of you interrogating him. Not that he had any qualms answering questions which he already had a planned response to—like how he got his scar, where he lived, and why he decided to run a small business. Those replies were already given to him by his superiors. An identity he had to embody. He just wished his boss had also prepared responses to whatever inquiries you may throw and ones that seem believable. Kakucho can’t outright say his favorite species was another alien race in the galaxy or that his favorite food to eat was something out of this world.

There were even times he feared his cover would get blown at any day you invite him to your home. He didn’t know what to say when you questioned him if you can walk around naked in your own house. He supposed it was fine. The videos he often sees Izana watching in secret were humans with no clothing on. The giggle you made sent shivers down his spine in fright, scared he answered wrongly, swaying your hips as you walked towards him.

“Kaku, are you sure you want to see me with no clothes on?”

You really got him on edge every time he came over. Despite this, Kakucho didn’t have the heart to get angry or refuse you. He may be breaking the one directive of not getting caught by just spending time with you whenever he can yet he can’t stop.

Fuck, he can’t stop seeing you and basically dancing to your every whim. Kakucho was like a moth attracted to a dangerous blaze. This was bad and he was down horrendously for you. The only thing that was stopping him from confessing that you awakened his primal need to have a mate was his true form. You might run off in terror and that alone will kill him inside. Such uneasiness was raised to uncountable numbers on one fine evening when you pushed him down on the couch, a killer smirk on your lips. The speechless extraterrestrial nearly passed out at the sight of you sitting on his lap and leaning down to kiss his cheek.

Holy shit.

“Kaku, tell me honestly…” you whispered against his cold ear, sensually running your free hand up his cool chiseled chest that the polo shirt couldn’t hide. Kakucho was on high alert, unable to relax his nerves that were all over the place. And yet, he was also hypnotized by the sound of your voice right next to his ear and the warmth of your body. Simply put, he was in a compromising situation. “I know you’re keeping something from me. Not only are you strange, but your body temperature isn’t common—it’s like I’m friends with a dead guy, ‘ya know?” Failing to answer, Kakucho remained silent which prompted you to continue. “Kaku, you and I had our fun times… You can tell me anything. Other than being my neighbor, I’ve considered you as a friend—maybe even more.” At that fact, Kakucho’s mood suddenly picked up. He then stared at you, those mismatched irises you’ve come to love filled with surprise. Kakucho was about to say something along the lines that yes, to some degree he felt the same, when you cut him off with a kiss, one that was brimming with longing. Tongues danced to the tune of ecstasy that Kakucho could feel his dicks twitch and turn hard. His nostrils are able to smell your arousal.

You almost screamed out of pure joy. For months, your mind has been at its wit’s end trying to figure out if Kakucho likes you or if he was just leading you on. Despite his strange actions, you greatly fell for the man and wished he would pay attention to you. It wasn't every day you get to have a hot neighbor and one so cute, too. All your worries left the building the second he was kissing you back, tossing his inhibitions and you did the same. The tension along with the pent-up lust released and found solace with every touch and kiss. Yet, Kakucho had to know. He had to ask you if you were okay with this—loving an alien who had been lying about his existence the whole time… He wished you wouldn't freak out or run. Or perhaps, both.

How will he tell you the truth without doing that?

“Kaku, what's wrong?” you questioned as he pulled away, brows furrowed in deep thought that it scared you. Maybe you were just assuming the whole time and were disgusted by you. Eyes turning glassy, you stayed silent as you waited for any rejection or command to get away from him. What happened was the total opposite of what you imagined. Instead of any form of harsh treatment, Kakucho got up from the couch and started to undress. The heat from in between your thighs traveled up to your face at the mere action. Glorious it was to see his chest and the muscles there flexing as he got rid of his shirt, glistening slightly with sweat. His scent made your knees weak. You were so mesmerized by the little 'show' that you didn't pay any attention to him removing his pants along with his boxers to reveal not just one oddly shaped hard cock that slapped against his toned stomach—there were two.

T-two?

“Sorry, I… wasn't sure how I was gonna tell you this. That I’m… not actually human.” Kakucho swore you froze up for a moment at the confession. He supposed it was a very valid and much-anticipated reaction. Anyone would be too stunned to speak, especially since aliens were ‘nonexistent’ to any realists. Hands gripping his polo, Kakucho waited for your comment, violent reactions—anything that will indicate you finally took in the reality in front of you.

If things do go south real fast, then he will have no choice but to…

“Is… Are these real?” you whispered, catching his attention immediately. His eyes went wide upon seeing you reach out to touch his stiff cocks that were oozing with what seemed to be precum. Kakucho let out a hiss once you wrapped your hand around one, thumb rubbing the tip teasingly. His unattended cock bobbed as the other started leaking more precum once your tongue made contact with the leaky tip. What a vulgar sight it is. Back on Kakucho’s planet, no one would dare to lick or touch it. “Huh, they’re very… sensitive. It makes total sense now. The cold temperature of your body, your lack of knowledge on certain things… But it’s alright. You’re still such a cutie and I like you.”

To see you down on your knees, sucking on what you can, it was no wonder Kakucho wanted to cum right there and then. His breaths were shaky, hands coming down to fist your hair. You couldn’t help but smirk proudly at the feat you just earned. It is already a big deal to suck and have sex with an alien—a handsome one who has two big dicks—yet to have him moan like a virgin was something else.

What a reward this is.

“Lemme—shit, can I take the lead?” Your foreign lover questioned softly, his hand tucking back the stray hairs that hid your face from him. “Don’t want you to—ah, fuck… Don’t wanna tire you.” Of course, how could you say no to his offer? Your addled mind was consumed by lust as your eyes rolled back once the tip hit the back of your throat. Kakucho tested the waters first, slowly thrusting his hips until he settled on a brutal pace that should have bruised your pharynx. Your muffled moans and whines filled the living room along with his ragged breaths. It wasn’t soon before he was spilling his thick globs of semen straight down your esophagus. His loud groan was almost deafening. His other cock came untouched, spurting all over your fucked out expression as you gagged around him. The milky substance ran down your lashes and chin. What set his mind on fire was the possibility of you taking his two dicks successfully in your mouth, but that can wait. You can wait.

Kakucho was bewitched by the sensation and your obscene state. Jaw unhinged and cheeks warm, you slowly swallowed the remaining cum in your mouth then presented your now empty mouth. Flesh ignited by it, Kakucho pulled you up to kiss you squarely on the lips, tasting you and himself. Moaning into the kiss, you maneuvered him around and pushed him once again onto the couch. You wasted no time straddling him, grinding your clothed pussy on his erect cocks, desperate for friction down there. After a couple of kisses and his hands tearing your clothes apart to caress more of your burning flesh, you were now in the nude and pressing his face into your breasts.

“Suck on my tits, please,” you whined. Kakucho instantly agreed and wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples. He supposed it was no use hiding his other ‘otherworldly’ features from you, letting the true length of his tongue slip out and lick around your tit. Your eyes went wide and suddenly chuckled, fingers weaving through his midnight-blue hair. “Fuck, wanna have that tongue down my throat—mhm…” Your mouth felt full, the muscle leaving no place untouched. Every nook and cranny. Drenched with your juices, you parted your wet folds for his eager eyes to behold. “Fuck me, Kaku. Wanna feel that cock of yours inside. Pump me full of your cum, please. Pump me so full like a slut—your slut.”

Whether he had hesitations or not, your alien lover was quick to nod his head and got up. You bent over the couch, hissing as Kakucho slid his long and girthy cock that easily parted your damp cunt. “R-rub my clit, love. Ah…” Your jaw fell slack at the feeling of his fingers drawing circles on your clit as his cock entered, close to losing the strength of your legs. He grunted at how tight and warm you were inside. He could stay inside of you forever and just keep pumping you with his seed. Maybe getting you swollen with his children will be a breakthrough for his expedition and be beneficial to his superiors. Those ideas of his soon faded away into the back of his mind as his hips went with a rapid pace. Your cries for more and for him to fuck you and talk dirty echoed around the house. The salacious noises of skin against skin and his other cock slapping on your ass was a far better visual and auditory experience than those lifeless videos Izana watched. So much better.

“T-tell me, Kaku—ah, ah—do you like my pussy? S-say you do!”

Kakucho groaned.

“P-please, tell me!”

“Yeah—fucking hell, I love it.”

“Good, good… Ah, tell me, do you wanna cum inside me? Gonna knock me up?” Endless curses then poured from your tongue at the image. “Gonna give me children? Gonna make me look pregnant as you fill me up?”

Kakucho echoed your words as best as he can. His left hand cupped one of your tits while the other continued to rub your clit. Your nails dug into the couch’s headrest at the delicious and mind-blowing fuck of your life. Head bobbing and tits bouncing with every hard smack of his hips, you unknowingly came and whined helplessly. Kakucho then followed with a grunt, pumping your cunt with hot strings of cum. If he weren’t holding you, your face would have met the couch. Out of breath, you waited for your spasming to calm down. Kakucho’s mind was in a slight daze. And yet, his other cock was still painfully hard and just waiting to shoot out semen. Before you could even gather your thoughts and ask for him to fuck you again, he was quick to slip his other cock into your abused pussy again. This was going to be a long night, but you didn’t care at all, stupidly smiling as Kakucho began to speed up again, eager to make your wishes come true.

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