MDNI: An Ocean Full of Fish and I Chose an Alien Squid!
Part 2 yuppie
Part 1 | <Part 2>
Fandom: Ben 10
Pairing: Vilgax x F! Reader
Rating: 18+
Warnings: micro religious trauma, excessive and obsessive courting, he's literally insane, sex, tentacle sex, oviposition?! THEY HAVE EGGS?!, xeno, age gap, size difference, size kink, why am I still trying-, he doesn't have any respect for humans but loves you, or wants you as a prize, he can't decide, btw he's very warm--, slight mention/non explicit r@p3. Traumatised lil' reader because I love me some sad stories
Part 2 yey! I'm writing this for healing my soul only. May this kind of life find me some day. Also tomorrow = maybe this month
It has been almost a week of following the little human around to make Vilgax understand her more and more. He was growing too soft about this whole ordeal, she was only human- yet... she did make his heart beat more lazy and even the idea of her calmed him greatly. 'She will be the death of me'. He couldn't help himself around her, following her around like a lost puppy, shadowing her; yet the human didn't even bat an eyelash for him. Pity, he would've already won someone of his speecies by now - are humans this dense? Or is it just her?
He made use of his intel retrievers and found out almost everything he could about her: seasonal pastry shop job, collage student, living alone in the middle of Bellwood, name, family history everything. But of course, if the time comes and he is to court you, he'd act like he did not know anything. We wouldn't want to scare our little darling now, would we? He might be an imperial warlord that's feared all across the universe, but he'd never hurt you. Not intentionally, at least.
One night, when he followed her home, he noticed she has been awake for quite a long time. 'I thought humans are meant to sleep at some point' He peeked inside, and saw you tiredly working your ass off for a project. He cursed the human learning system under his breath: it was clear you were tired and you needed rest. And he was going to make you rest alright.
One tired human leaving the window unlocked on her appartment and one determined alien ssquid made it so that he managed to sneak inside your home. Blessed be Karon for making them with bendy bones and readjustable sizes. He would lie if he said it wasn't uncomfortable as fuck to sloutch over so much, but he didn't really care now. He placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed lightly to catch your attention. And in fact he did.
"Why are you awake at an hour like this? I thought you humans needed a good 8 sol-hours of sleep to recuperate." You shrieked, voice so high and loud he thought you'd shater your own brain. He tried to make you relax, rubbing your shoulder as gently as he could and trying to reason with you. But you were already hyperventilating and much so, chocking on your own shallow breath. He never thought hed have to teach a human how to properly breath air, but- "Oh for the love of Karon, just breathe-"
But it was too late, you were already out cold. Maybe because you were tired, maybe because you were shocked to see him. At least you'll have some rest, even if it's forced sleep. He picked you up and moved you in your bed, so you were all nice and comfy. Vilgax tucked you in and looked to your face for a moment longer: what he feared of happened... he scared you and he was not going to forgive himself so easily. Any moment now you could run crying to the plumbers and tell them about his weareabouts and weaknesses; that if you realised that you were his weakness.
He found some miscellaneous bottle of water discarded on your floor and poured some in a glass that was on your desk, placing it on your nightstand. Truth be told, you looked absolutely adorable sleeping so tightly wrapped in a blanket, passed out from exhaustion and fear. The warlord placed a small kiss on your forehead, your body's warmth making him shiver with anticipation to the things you two could do if you'd just accept him already!
He wasted no more time and went out the same as he came in. 'One day, my treasure'
He gave you your much needed space after that night, thinking that if he takes it slower, you would eventually warm up to him more. But, as possessive as he was, Vilgax could not stay away from you for much longer and so decided to share some of his findings with you. He loves to collect beautiful things from planets and galaxies he conquers or destroys.
It started small with a few broken mechanical arrays that showed maps of the galaxies (even if they were quite old and imprecise, their hand-carved exterior was something out of this universe), and then some marbled objects or colourful geodes. Give him his peace, he loves treasures! And with his last one, he left a note, the warlord definitely forgetting in his lovestruck phase that you could not read his mother tongue, not the standard galactic alphabet. And so, his sweet message of "ʖ⚍ℸ ̣ i ᓭℸ ̣ ╎ꖎꖎ ᓵᔑリ'ℸ ̣ ⎓╎リ↸ ᔑ ℸ ̣ ∷ᒷᔑᓭ⚍∷ᒷ ꖎ╎ꖌᒷ ||𝙹⚍" ("But I still can't find a treasure like you") was absolutely in vain... for now, one hopes.
He hadn't behaved like this in a good 100 years since trying to pursue his former wife. He felt again like a young Chimera in search of the best way to tell his darling what he felt. Oh, to be young again; but did he truly want you more than just another pretty thing on his shelf? Maybe. It is very weird to know what's in the mind of Vilgax the Conquerer.
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It has been a few days since that night; and you haven't been able to get him out of your mind yet. He was a horrible person, no one could ever argue with you on that, but the fact that this evil warlord had a soft spot for you made your heart flutter in a way it didn't in a long while. Or maybe never had, because this- this was soemthing else entirely. Considering he's not even human (aside the fact that he's evil) would make it taboo for your family... You haven't talked with then in a while, have you? You haven't talked about what has happened to you to anyone. Who would believe you; who would want you after that.
All your life you had been struggling to keep everything inside and not tell a soul about anything that was remotely wrong in your life; or interesting at that. You were a listener, but never listened. You heard everything, but you weren't heard. You saw, but no one saw you back. You were a shadow that they have used and abandoned at may. You were their little puppet that needed to fall into their little play.
In middle school, when other kids would pick up on you and call you weird for just being yourself, you never told. When they would dump the water bucket near the black board on your head and call you stinky chalk-girl, you never told anyone. When they pushed you and pushed you and toyed with you near a window and you almost fell, you never told. High-school wasn't much different. From the monkeys that some call their 'precious boy' that would mot shower and rub against you whenever they got up from their seat and passed you, you never told. From the class representative that hated your guts and stomped on your winter coat, or stolen your project ideas-- you never told. From that one old teacher that gave you a 25% because 'you should go discuss it with him in private, sweet thing', you never told. University life was just like this too: from the guys that harass you to the ones that undermine you, you shut up, plaster a smile on your lips and tell everyone that "I'm fine, life's just challenging me a bit".
This, wasn't much different, but man did it feel like the opposite. You wanted to tell someone and know that you're not alone in this shit. But of course you were alone. You were always alone- well... not if we count Mr octopus, but hes besides the point. Vilgax treats you different and always treated you different, from the get go. Why? Karon and God know, because neither of you did. He was acting on instinct like he always have, and you were trying to survive, like you always had. In a way you two completed one another.
Things settled down in a taboo cycle: you'd wake up and have breakfast on your own then go to uni feeling being watched by the warlord, then after courses, you two would meet up at your place and try to have a peaceful dinner. It never worked until now, because there was always a commotion at uni, and you'd cry and tell him what happened like he didn't know. And Vilgax would listen, like a good boyfriend? octofriend? Yeah, octofriend; that fits him better.
One night, he looked at you a bit serious, too serious: "I need to be away for 3 or 4 Earth axis rotations to stop a riot in Alpha Centauri. Can I count on you that you will not be in any trouble if I leave?" What were, you? A child, that he did not believe in? A mare infant that could not stay alone for more than a few seconds?
You nodded your head lightly and leaned into his side, resting your head on an armoured arm. You muffled "I'm not a baby" as he ran his tallons through your hair, lightly scratching your scalp. "One can never be too safe about his treasure, now can they?" He was sweet when he wanted to; and it turns out he wanted to be sweet with you all the time.
One hour of trying to make you drink more water and rest more, he had to leave. It's funny really: the big and scarry octopus monster that terrified everyone, was now being soft with you and trying to make you feel better. Where's Hollywood with the bad romantic comedies when you need it?
The next day, you felt more tired than usual, and with a big lack of want to get up from the little burrito situation you were in. Like always, you fell asleep somewhere in the middle of one of his stories about outer space, and Vilgax ended up tucking you in like a child. You always woke up like a toasty, warm burrito, but today you were also a sad one. You got used to him more than you'd ever like to admit, and the idea that he won't shadow you for a few days was making you not only sad, but also anxious.
You knew you always had someone there to watch over you and to confide in when someone was being weird about talking to you. Vilgax was always there to make sure no one was making you uncomfortable not in the slightest. You'll miss him when he is gone.
You slowly got up from your coocoon and made your way to your bathroom. You waited for the water to warm up enough to take a shower. No, a bath. You deserved it, it was Saturday morning. You were free from all worries today, theoretically. Because in reality you needed to go make a trip to the grocery store, since you ran out of instant noodles last two days ago.
You filled the bathtub up and put some vanilla scented bubble bath soap in, with extra vanilla shower gel. You had one dream today: to achieve total sweetness within 90 minutes. One woman, one bathtub and one full day of self care. Stay tuned to find out-
You quickly got undressed after getting the right water-to-bubble ratio and your sinuses filling up with the sweet vanilla scent and a misterry cupcake one tickling your senses. You slowly got in, the water just a smidge too hot for you; water seeping through the pores of your skin and making you itch slightly. You practically felt as the water was washing away the smell of yesterday, pulling out the grime and dust in your skin.
The small room quickly became a warm fuzz of steam and you quickly lost track of time, only realising youve been in the water for too long not when your fingers pruned, but when scrubbing your skin with your loofa, the water felt awfully cold. You leaned in and pulled the plug to drain the water and looked at your hair debating with yourself rather or not to wash it. Why no, after all you should feel like a pretty princess when you finally get out the shower and get dressed.
Your phone kept ringing as you were scrubbing your scalp, literally feeling the oil buildup melt away. You ignored the somewhat annoying tune as you rinsed and wrapped yourself in a warm and fluffy towel. You flopped in bed and held closer the weird alien plushie you received a few days ago from your very caring warlord; you grabbed your phone to see who it was.
Parental unit 1
Your father was calling you. One. Single. Beep. And you dared ignore it... how dare you ignore your own parents. As it is law to obey and love the ones who birthed and raised you, sinner. One man in your life and you were already too in the trance of promiscuity to answer the phone when your father was calling? You were unacceptable. Not only did he bring you in this world, raised you as good as a a cat obssessed lady dots her cats, he made you blossom, he flowered you in the best way a sinner like you could ever think of.
A cold shiver ran down your spine as you remembered that night, your lips quivering and a tiny sob escaping your painfully tightening throat. You chocked out another cry and another.
You came home from your nationals training, the road already dark and the street lights barely illuminating 2 meters before you. Old Springvale was a very traditional town, so-to-speak and the lighting remained the same from 1970, the roads stood busted and the stray dogs threatened to bite you at any step.
It was quiet tonight, and everything stood still. You felt like something was off but you couldn't really put your finger on it: sure you should've usually gotten home 2 hours ago, but you just had to finish that one hypercuadric, didn't you? You stepped on the front poarch and slowly left yourself in the house. "Mom, dad-"
"Kid, what's with you at this hour? No young lady should go around at 7 pm like this-" Your father teleported to your side and grabbed your arm shaking you a little. The snow rapidly fell from you and melted instantly at the contact with the warm and toasty wooden floors. "And you're covered in snow-"
"I'm sorry, it was just class got extended and-"
"No excuses. The last thing I need after that slut of a mother of yours was seen having coffee with the police officer nearby."
Flowers are gentle things that God created, ones of the most delicate and fragile things that humans have put their hands on. Flowers are said to be in need of only sunlight, water, and good soil to live; but what use is the material world for one who isn't loved properly? Flowers will wither if the sun is too strong, they will rot if you put too much water in their vase and they will dry out if the soil is unfruitful. Yet not many know that if you touch it the wrong way, or someone comes home with a bad attitude, the flower will wilt from the inside out.
It is also often said a man shall never touch a woman, not even with a flower. Because such as their botanic counterparts, women also welt if treated badly.
You always loved the fresh smell of primroses in early spring. How much the pale yellow made you happy... your bedsheets smelled of primroses, but you never thought your head would be held tightly against them; the smell protruding as always, your poor nose. You could barely breathe, letting out pained gasps and whimpers as a sharp pain echoed in your nether area.
Honey or blood, they were the same to you in this moment, as you were now used by a lazy bumblebee that tore most of your petals off, leaving the ones that you still have wither together with you. You'd never wear those petals again, not with him, not with anyone else. You cried, you screamed, you begged. but does anyone listen to a flower and ask it: Do you want us to take it from you? Do you want to be pollinated? No.
You shoved your phone under your pillow and took rapid steps backwards, stopping only when you hit the door. You slowly slid down, your ass hitting the cold floor of your room. You should tell him; he should know. A gardener can always take care of his beautiful primrose.
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It's been a few days since Vilgax returned from his expedition; the riot died even quicker than anticipated, a clear reminder that he was feared beyond anything in the close universe. All those things happening, and you still haven't told him what happened to you: neither when he was away, nor when you were younger.
In the evening, he sneaked into your room and saw your depressive state. "And why does my treasure stay in bed all sad and soggy...? Won't a ᓭ∴ᒷᒷℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ∷ᒷᔑℸ ̣ (a sweet treat) help her feel better?" He was caring, he wasn't like your father. You could trust him, so why did it feel like thorns grew in your throat whenever you tried to speak what was on your mind and soul.
"Nothing-"
"Don't nothing me, Y/N... humans are stupid creatures when it comes to their emotions, but I am here. Ok...?
You exhaled, shuddered a bit as you rose up from your lying position and looked at him. Or, tried to, since your eyes seemed to be covered by a thick cobweb of tears. He hugged you tightly, holding you against his chest. The salty sea scent on him cleared your mind slightly. You sighed and leaned more into him, muttering something incoherent even to you.
"I don't want to be his anymore..."
"Whose...?"
"My fathers-" And you told him, you told him everything that happened, how you were forced to dry and wither by the one person that should've protected you from the harshness of the world. This should have never happened, you should have remained a beautiful flower, untouched and blooming until the end of time.
You were not met with a cold shove, a scowl on his face, or a disgusted sound of disapproval. Yet, you were met by a myriad of soft kisses and light caresses. If the most feared and terrifying warlord, who mind you hated humanity, was so loving and accepting towards you... then humans are trully fucked in the membrane.
Before you knew it, you let him kiss you more deeply on your lips. His thick, wet tongue glided across your mouth, and you parted your lips, thinking he was asking for permission to explore it, but he didn't. Not yet. He wanted to savour you and give you the love you always deserved. You shouldn't have craved it, it should have been given to you by default. You were his little treasure, the sparkling gemstone in his eyes and the beautiful flower that he wanted to care for.
"May I see you uncovered, my sweet?
"A-always-"
His talons, inflictors of fear and terror, now gently worked their way into pulling your clothes off, but not all. He saw how defensive you became of your chest area, so he didn't take your t-shirt off. Vilgax laid you in your bed gently and moved so his breath would lightly graze you. He slightly parted the lips of your pussy, trailing his tongue over you one time. His red eyes bore into yours, searching for a reaction.
You writhed and shivered as you felt the warm muscle press on your sensitive parts. "If you want me to stop, tell me... or throw a rock at my head, both will work." You giggled slightly at the Chimera's comment; he always knew how to make you feel more comfortable. He moved his gaze back to your pink angry clit and lightly bit and sucked at it. You pulled a pillow close and pressed it to your face to muffle your moany self. You had neighbours, after all; and not all wanted to be given an 18+ rated live movie.
He kept teasing your bundle of nerves until you got whiny enough, got sensitive enough for him to make you his. "I want you-" "I want you too, my treasure~" That deep voice of his made you shiver; that rumble, that- your thoughts were fuzzy as he took out what you guessed was the Chimera equivalent of a dick.
Four long, flexible parts that were swirled against one another, together big enough to make you flinch away and have a second guess about everything. Seeing your distress, Vilgax slithered an arm under you and wrapped it around your body, pulling you closer. "You're calling the shots here, love. If I scare you, I'll stop here and tuck you back in bed." He was so sweet. Despite being a bit creeped out by the way his alien package looked and worked, you still wanted to wear your big girl pants and go ahead with it. Though you were questioning how it would fit inside. Even the tip, however wet and slimy it was, didn't look like it could fit inside your tiny vagina.
You whimpered seeing the parts separate slightly, and he only positioned one to your enterance. "This might hurt a little bit, ꖎ𝙹⍊ᒷ." He slowly pushed himself inside; you arched your back and let out a strangled sigh, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly for support. He gave you little time to adjust to his length before slowly, almost painfully, drawing out of you, then pushing back in, hitting your poor cervix. He held you tight against him as he picked up the pace, both of you hiding your moans by kissing and biting at one another.
"Vilgax-..! P-please"
"I'm here, my treasure. All here for you"
You felt a weird pressure build inside your lower abdomen, making it harder for you to suppress your moans. His movements got a bit rougher, but never enough to hurt you, his thrusts getting uneven and rushed. "⎓⚍ᓵꖌ╎リ⊣ !¡╎ℸ ̣ ᓭ, ||𝙹⚍ ℸ ̣ ╎⊣⍑ℸ ̣ ʖ╎ℸ ̣ ᓵ⍑" ("fucking pits, you tight bitch"). You couldn't tell for sure if it was that, but not even a few moments after, you came hard, your orgasm almost blinding you, almost not making you realize how you felt him dive deep and stay there, letting out a low groan, he finished inside you. Well, you guess he did, because it felt like eggs-?!
You jumped up a bit at the feeling, whimpering as he held you down, fingertips digging into your soft, plushy skin, most certainly leaving marks that would last a week or two. "Hush, Y/N.... it's ok, it's all going to be ok~"
His voice did help soothe you for the moment...
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In the morning, Vilgax was woken up by a slipper, smacked on his head and an angry little Y/N. She was tapping one of her feet on the floor, her bottoms were off and light blue slick trailed down her thighs.
"Ah... I guess I overdid it with laying them inside you-"
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