Hi, my name is Pink! Im a black albino author/artist. I’m not the best writer by any means, but I hope to improve myself so I can write fanfiction I enjoy. The same goes for my art as well.
My page is strictly 18+ due to some of my work involving smut or NSFW art in the foreseeable future. So keep this in mind, just to keep everyone safe : ) I mainly write for women, but if I get a request for a GN or nonbinary reader I’d be happy to oblige if I have time. My space is safe for lgbt, poc and plus sized communities! Welcome!
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Requests: Closed ♡
Rules and WIP Requests below! : )
WIP REQUESTS
My requests may take a long time since I’m busy with college and battling depression. I’ll always make sure to get them done though! I love my requests and asks!
Conquest and Thragg x GN reader
LADS men x reader Mix and match
ATLA gang reaction to reader in lingerie
Junkrat x GN reader
Pharah x black reader part two
Zayne fluffy smut
Aang x black reader
Katara x reader
Fandoms I’ll write for
Overwatch
Invincible
Dragon Age series
Baldurs Gate
Guilty Gear
Mass Effect
JJK
Various monsters
Love and Deepspace
Resident Evil
Stardew valley
Fields of Mistrea
One piece (a bit iffy because of Oda)
Etc
What I won’t write
Male readers (I only write for female readers, GN readers, nonbinary afab readers, and trans female readers)!
No one underage or under 20 for smuts. I’m only writing for characters 20 and above on smuts. Any characters that are 19 or younger are not taken unless it’s a fluff platonic story like parent and child, best friends, etc
Skat or poop fetish content, I won’t write about it if it’s requested. Not to kink shame but I’m not the person you’re looking for to write that stuff.
Piss kink fetish content. Same thing with skat fetish I can’t write that, but to each their own ♡
Vore
Illegal relationships such as literal incest (not like Caleb since they’re step siblings but I won’t be exploring this trope for now as it’s not my taste), bestiality (not including monster hybrids with human characters like mermaids, werewolves, nagas, etc), and a relationship between a minor and adult will not be taken.
Straight non con won’t be taken, I can only go as far as dub con.
What I will write:
Smut
Fluff
Angst
Straight, lesbian, or lgbt relationship
Reader with a specific body type in mind
Black readers ♡
Readers with certain characteristics or disabilities (I’d have to do some research to represent respectability)
Multiple characters (my limit is 7 so far)
Monsters: Mermaid/Merman, Vampires, werewolves, Orcs, Ghosts, Nagas, Demons, Dragon hybrid, other hybrids, tentacles, etc (just ask me ^^)
Kinks I’ll write : Breeding, somnophilia (consensual), bondage, public sex, etc (again just ask me)!
YIPPIE MY MAN! HE LOOKS SO FINE I WANNA DEVOUR HIM UP AHHH HES SO FINE I LOVE DOOM HES SO YUMMY MY MAN MY MAN IS HOME I LOVE HIM YUM! YUM DOOMFIST SMUT ALL WEEK PLEASE YUM
Content: oral, eating, fingers, bullying, fingers, sex toys, brat 18+
I remember someone wanted Roadhog so I wanted to add him this time since I promised I’d add him after all my previous requests were done. Im busy with work, so I’ll be working on all my requests after this!
MIZUKI
“Quit squirming.”
“Are you trying to piss me off?”
You and Mizuki had gotten into an argument earlier that night. Why? You wanted to prove to him that you could handle a few rounds without stopping. Maybe he was right to call you weak since you can’t even handle him eating you out without twisting in his arms.
Mizuki is always so controlling whenever he eats you out, not because he wants to be rough or anything, but he genuinely wants to be able to taste and feel all of you, and the fact that you were actively trying to pull away from him right now was making him angrier than you’d think.
“It’s not fair..” you pant out, toes curling when he pulls away from you once more with a death grip. “You’re teasing me..”
“You’d rather I go raw then? Fine.” He flips you over, and before you can question him you hear a soft click before your hands are restricted.
“I was being nice,” he whispered near your ear before rubbing your sore ass “but if you want me to go all out I can definitely do that.”
You can’t even protest before he’s back between your legs again, fingers splitting you open in a scissor like motion while his tongue laps at your clit vigorously.
You scream, a long squeal that makes him almost cum right there in his boxers. You couldn’t move, couldn’t even flip over, not with how hard he was holding you in place.
“I’m sorry!” You pant out, thighs squeezing around his sweat filled face “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
But he can’t hear you, not when he’s too far gone giving you what you wanted.
DOMINA
Vaira loves eating you out after a stressful day at work. Putting on a semi-polite act as vice president of Vishkar was truly exhausting. She was thankful enough that you’d let her take out her anger and exhaustion on you at times like these.
She’s never rash whenever she wants you, she always likes to set the mood first. Candles, wine, or juice if you’d prefer. Maybe if she’s feeling nice she’ll rub your shoulders for you, but you should definitely return the favor after.
Whenever you both have your spa days she’s always glammed out in her robe, she likes to match with you, so she got you a comfortable spa wear set too.
She normally feasts on you in the bathtub, seating you down on the edge of the tub before spreading your soapy thighs open. She always insists she just wants to clean you, gently stroking the outline of your folds with a warm towel before she leans in, clamping her mouth over your small bud.
“Ah, ah, ah~” she coos when you try to pull away, slim fingers pulling you in. “Mommy had a stressful day, you’d understand if she wanted to come home and relax, wouldn’t you? Don’t you want attention?” She rubs your ass, pulling you forward before you can even answer, mouth licking and slurping over your clit.
“If only I could take you to work with me, I would keep at you for hours..”
BRIGITTE
Teasing your girlfriend always came naturally to you. It was never ill intent, but you couldn’t help but smile seeing how vibrant and beautiful Brigitte looked whenever she smiles, or how pink her cheeks would get whenever you kissed them in public. Sojourn never put the two of you on a mission together for this reason. You were too distracting…too sweet, why were you always trying to serenade Brigitte with your voice?
Even worse is that she has to be separated from you for so long at work, if it was up to her she’d take you with her. You worked her up after all, you should have known better.
When you both finish your respective missions you’re quick to meet your girlfriend downstairs in her training grounds, you know she wanted you, and who were you to deny her anything?
“Ah-“
After work hours were always enjoyable, especially when you push your girlfriend to her limits. The two of you can’t even make it home before she pulls you in her training room, locking the door hurriedly before stripping the two of you to just underwear. It was always cold in here, but she’d warm you up soon enough.
“Baby— mhh I’m sorry.”
Your body felt so sore from all the small bruises left from Brig's teeth, her strong arms were draped around your waist, holding you up against her flat tongue as she peered up at you from below. She was so shy, even like this. Her cheeks were pink, and her gaze was almost timid. It was almost like she wasn’t the one actively destroying you.
“Y-Yeah baby..you’re so pretty. Just like that…” you twist your trembling fingers in her hair, legs shaking tremendously with nowhere to close. She had you, and she wasn’t planning on letting you go.
“So pretty..!” You gasp out sweetly, tugging her by the scalp so she can get closer.
Her tongue was so soft as it pushed and wiggled inside you. A perfect contrast with her nose that nuzzled against your sticky pulsing clit. You wanted to cum so bad, the knot inside you that held up all day felt like it was finally ready to burst.
“You’ll let me cum? Mh- so so sorry I teased you..please baby..”
her nose is replaced with her warm mouth almost instantly after feeling you convulse around her, spurts of your cum dripping onto her chin as she prolongs that sweet orgasm.
“You need to stop teasing me.” Brigitte snuggles her face into your shaky thigh, looking up at you with a soft shyness. You couldn’t resist rubbing her cheek “I’m not sure I can handle being away from you for so long if you work me up.”
EMRE
Pleasing you had never been a problem for Emre until now. Things were simple when you were younger at Overwatch, now that he was… “damaged” he didn’t want to even risk touching you so intimately.
You both had reconnected awhile back, and despite how long it’s been since you’ve last spoke, everything felt natural, just like old times.
You both fell in love all over again, but you could tell he was hesitating to get closer to you.
You corner him one night, hands slipping over his chest after you both had made out to the point you had ripped your dress wide open. He was pinned to the wall, eyes burning with need when he feels you grind against his boner.
“Why are you denying me?” You lightly whispered, rubbing at his shoulders “found someone else?”
“Never..” he growled, rough hands unconsciously scooping your ass.
“Then don’t you want me?”
“More than you know..” he rasps. “But I can’t risk— I shouldn’t…”
It took hours of courage and patience to get Emre to bed, but you had finally figured out how to make him click… he was under you, strong hairy arms gripping your thighs in a bear hug as he ate you out.
You ride his face, clit grinding into his nose as he tongue fucks you.
“I- mhh, knew you still had it in you, Emre!”
VENDETTA
“You’re slow on your feet, my love…”
“You’ll have to do a lot better if you even think you can surpass me.”
Marzia’s tongue rang with venom as she held you face first into the dirt of the large empty Colosseum. You had asked her a few times to train you, but she wasn’t expecting you to be so…”slow”.
“Your opponents won’t go so easy on you. I’ve already got you down. You’re basically at my mercy.” She holds her sword to your throat, pulling your thigh with her free hand so you are right against her. “What should I do to celebrate my victory?” She purred
“What should I claim?”
Licking her lips, Marzia’s fingers trail up your shorts, lowering the stretchy band to your feet. “In combat, your opponent won’t spare you. Maybe I’m being too generous with my punishment.”
“You don’t deserve it, but I don’t mind doing something I enjoy.”
Strong fingers rub over your sticky folds as you shiver, as much as you wanted to squirm away and prove you were strong enough to hold your ground, the pure weight of Marzia’s sword on your back held you down completely.
Long fingers curl inside you followed by Marzia’s tongue on your puffy clit. She’s always relentless between your thighs, controlling and strict, but it was ridiculous how slow she was being now. Each lap and suck from her lips was timed perfectly with your body’s reactions. Each time you trembled, hips pushing towards her face she’d pull away, leaving you with no choice but to beg for more.
“Ah, ah ah-“ she coos, “losers don’t get to negotiate.”
“Losers, sit—“ she yanks you to her, caging your legs with her muscular arms “and take what’s given to them.”
“Keep begging.”
You whine her name, sweet voice pleading with soft whimpers that echo out into the empty Colosseum.
She was being so cruel
Too mean. You didn’t deserve it.
You wanted to cum.
And you were so close too, so, so close
“Marzia—“ you hiss in frustration as she pulls away from you, this time completely. You were just about to cum, head foggy and clouded until she pulled away..why did she keep pulling away!? And why did she take her fingers out?
“Like I said, losers don’t get to make demands.”
She tosses back your sword
“Maybe when you finally win, I’ll comply.”
“Let that be your motivation”
ROADHOG
Mako is surprisingly gentle with you, especially during sex.
You weren’t expecting him to be that way when you first met him, but you both grew closer, and you were starting to notice all the tiny things he did for you that made your heart flutter.
He made sure you were always comfortable before anything, your first kiss, first time you both held hands..and now? He wanted to make sure his baby was especially comfortable before he ate her out for the first time.
He’ll coax you, soft little rubs against your tummy and thighs a clear sign that he wants you. He’ll whisper sweet praises under his deep voice, admiring how beautiful you look as you hover over him. He’ll hang his mask to the side, just enough to let his mouth peek through before he strikes.
The scent of your sex is like a drug he can’t help but drown in. You tasted much better than he imagined. His large meaty hands grip your hips, rolling you over his mouth as he lets out low satisfied grunts of approval when he feels your juices puddle in his throat.
“M-Mako!” You cry out, trying to squirm away from him, but he doesn’t let up. He grips you tighter, strong arms now wrapping around your hips while he fucks you with his tongue, letting you grind that pretty little clit of yours on the bump of his nose.
“C-Cumming!” You spat, normally shy fingers now gripping into his thin silver hair to pull him closer.
He works you through it before shoving his thick fingers into your entrance, plugging you up.
“Gonna work you out for my cock,” he mumbled “you ain’t even close to handling it.”
MAXIMILIEN
Another man without a proper mouth to eat you out.
Getting into a relationship with an Omnic was tricky at the start, especially an Omnic such as Maximilien. He was a sweet talker, a busy man who knew how to get out of all the trouble he somehow managed to get himself into. You were expecting him to be a bit rough in bed, how could you not? He worked under Talon, an Omnic with so many dangerous connections that you couldn’t even count. Hell, you were already skeptical about dating him. But when he finally got you to bed with gentle whispers and sweet praise of worship, you were stunned to say the least.
Max loves prepping you for his cock. He’s soft, overly gentle yet surprisingly strict with you. If he had a mouth you can bet he’d have you sitting on his face 24/7, but unfortunately for you both he doesn’t.
Since your boyfriend is extremely wealthy, he doesn’t mind going out of his way to buy various sex toys for you to try. His favorite is the tiny rose toy he picked out online a few months ago. Sometimes when you’re upset with him after he’s been gone for so long he’ll pull it out, bending you over his hard thigh and spreading you open on his slender ringed fingers. He loves watching your pussy flutter around nothing. It makes him want to taste how sweet you really are, but for now this simple toy will have to suffice.
“I made you wait long, I apologize. I’ll buy you anything you like after I show my deepest regrets, precious.”
He’s heavy on praise, each time his sensors go off from your pulsing body he can’t help but coo out. There’s a deep guilty pleasure he gets from watching you squirm for him. Even more so when he spanks you. He’ll rub and spank your ass with one hand while the other holds the rose toy on your clit on the highest setting. He knows human bodies are..fragile, but he’s only curious on how much his sweet girl can take after all.
D.VA
Hana is a fucking gremlin
You knew she’d be troublesome in the bedroom as soon as she asked you to be her girlfriend, but this is actually ridiculous. She’s a star to the limelight, a global sensation, so it wasn’t a surprise when she asked if you’d be comfortable making a secret account so she can show you off online.
She always makes sure to cover your faces. Masks, your thighs, blankets, anything will do.
When she eats you out for the camera she always makes sure to face her back to the audience. She has a large scar on her back after a hefty fight with Null Sector, but it’s ok, she’ll just crop it out.
Hana liked to see you in cosplay, preferably in a cute bunny suit. She’d dress you up just so she can pounce on you and rip it off (besides the fake ears and tail of course) she loves when you shake for the camera, loves how the comments shade after you while she eats you out vigorously until your legs get out. It doesn’t matter if everyone wants you when you’re hers after all, right?
“Ten thousand hearts! Thank you everyone!” Hana turns your legs to the camera, seating herself between your sex. Ten thousand hearts was common with you two, viewers are up watching you struggle and whine. Ten thousand hearts meant it was time for Hana to get creative with ways to mess with you.
A cute pink dildo, long and bumpy grinds its way into your body, inch by inch is agonizingly slow, and you can’t help but whimper each time you roll your hips.
You start seeing stars when her mouth opens around your overworked clit, sucking it back to life while she fucks you with the toy.
“Another one thousand hearts and I’ll turn the dildo on the first setting, chat~”
ANA
Getting eaten out by Ana was always a gamble. It could be slow, intimate and personal, or she could fuck you up for the next couple of days unable to walk.
Ana likes to set the mood with you, it’s rare that you both get a little break once in a while, so if she could set the perfect time for a chance to eat you out, it’ll be when the two of you are relaxing in bed. She had booked this vacation months prior, ordering you both an exclusive hotel room with a sight that left you speechless when you first stepped inside.
She let you get comfortable first, settle down before you were about to go to sleep before she strikes.
“Ana, what are you doing?” Your hazy eyes flutter open when you feel your lover shift over you, slim calloused fingers spreading your underwear to the side.
It was almost embarrassing how pornographic your moan was, but you couldn’t help yourself when she started sucking around your little nub of pleasure so suddenly.
“Ana?” You grip your fingers into her silver hair, whining pathetically when she doesn’t budge.. you knew she could keep at you for hours when she wanted to, it was almost scary how concentrated she got at times like this…
SIGMA (pre black hole experiment)
Being married to Siebren was challenging. Not because he was necessarily difficult, but because he was too busy with work most of the time to hang around the house and lounge with you.
He’d often stay in his lab most nights, coming home rugged and questionably hyper, rambling on and on about how he was closer to finding out the “truth” or whatever he’d like to call it.
He’d catch you in your pajamas, hunched over the kitchen counter with a tired expression as you made yourself breakfast for work. It was rare you had an off day, even rarer for Siebren since his work was so demanding. But, when you did have an off day.. he’d never let you leave the bed most times. Siebren was dedicated to his work, that was 100% true, but he loved you more than he could say, and he could see the light fading from your eyes each time he came home late.
When you’re asleep he’ll crawl into the bed beside you, a soft navy blue of the morning skies blaring past the curtains in the bedroom. He knew you’d be off today, he kept a small calendar with your schedule on his phone after all. It’d only be best if he showed you how truly sorry he was.
Scooting underneath the covers was a bit tricky, but he manages to get himself right between your pretty plump thighs. He inhales you, kissing and rubbing his nose to your clothed sex. It was funny how pent up he was when he finally got to see you like this again… You looked so small in comparison to him, it was always so enduring how he remembers how tiny his wife actually was. His hands were massive, covering your thighs before his big calloused hands peel your underwear off. You whimper, and he halts for a moment before peeking up at you. Good, you were still sleeping.
He spreads your warm folds apart, smiling softly to himself when he finally sees your small puffy clit. He’s slow, so slow before his chapped lips wrap around your tiny bud. He loves how it pulses against his tongue, loves how he can engulf it whole.
He starts off slow, sucking your clit and rolling it between his large tongue, colossal hands gripping into your hips. He wants to work you awake, let you slowly succumb to his mouth before he has you screaming his name.
You take awhile to wake up, you always do, but as soon as he plunges his thick fingers in your cunt do you finally let out a sleepy yelp of confusion. You rub your pretty eyes, lifting the covers with a staggered hand before you cup his face. “W-What are you doing?” You whine, and of course he doesn’t answer since he’s so pent up on you. He’s holding you down with those big hands of his, rubbing soothing circles into your hips while he grinds into the mattress, gods, he could listen to you whine for hours.
NO LEAVING OLDER HEROES BEHINDDD (No proofreading)!
Hi everyone! My requests are closed since I’m working on my other requests, but I’d still love some suggestions on any monsters I should write for in the future! So please feel free to leave it in my suggestions box!
I've been a part of this fandom ever since it was announced and have never felt so disappointed. Even if it's just a game to some, to others it's a reason to create. Art, fanfictions, theories... A few of many ways that people are brought together.
I can understand people's frustrations with the story not being updated, and slowly losing focus. I can also understand that some people are worried that with Valko's launch, the other boys might get left behind. But this has been reoccurring with Caleb's and Sylus' release. Despite the wave of backlash they've received, I couldn't imagine Love and Deepspace without them.
However, that's not my point. I believe that a company this successful and impactful shouldn't reward this kind of behaviour. The cancellation of Valko has only proved that harassment and bullying works. Because of this, the players that have been actively spreading hate towards Valko, gained the ammunition to keep going.
Overall, the company has lost my respect. Even so, my love for the game will remain and so will my hope for Valko's return. We love you charming boy! 💕
I’m so heartbroken over Valko, I really hope protests can bring him back. I was so excited about adding him as my third main! Even though I can’t ever replace Rafayel as my number one, I still was ready to pull and interact with Valko as a third or second main! His character was so charming to me! Even if Infold doesn’t consider Valko as a sixth love interest from here on out, I still will make sure to feature him in any LADS content I do! He is still an official love interest to me despite his cancellation! : (
Summary: You never really knew how much you actually meant to your husband, he was rash and pretty hard to read. But when you try to leave him for some space after arguing all night long you finally get to see that sweet facade of composure snap.
The palace guards had tied you up in shackles, your punishment? You’d be wed and sacrificed to the king's son buried deep underneath the catacombs, the ferocious Minotaur. The giant bull was the king's only heir, and if you could survive and bear his children, you could continue the royal family’s bloodline, hopefully giving any unfortunate child you could manage to make look fully human… The king was ashamed of himself for creating such a disgusting creature, but he was cursed, and each time he tried to procreate, start all over, he’d fail no matter who he slept with.
You were the perfect candidate, you were of noble descent, a woman with a sharp tongue who spoke her mind at any press meeting or event. You had tarnished the king's name one time while drunk at a party, and he made sure to give you hell for it.
You were personally escorted into the dark tunnel leading into the cramped catacombs by two stoic guards you once knew as friendly acquaintances. They didn’t exchange pleasantries, didn’t even look your way, they only walked with you down the dim paths only lit by small dancing torches. The town's priest followed silently behind, lowly praying words that worshiped the king and asked for your forgiveness. You all stop in a wide open space, statues and moonlight shining through a hole at the top top. The priest throws his head into the air, mumbling the practiced chant to bind you holy matrimony.
“Forgive her, King Elris, forgive her, let her give you an heir, a legitimate heir,” he whispered “let these two souls come together, and flourish…”
The walls around you shook, lanterns that hugged tight on stone drifting and flailing around when a loud wail echoed out from the distance. Huffing, a struggling bull's growl and fast footsteps rushed through thin halls, sniffing the three of you out like sport.
“Let them create blessed life, let them start anew…”
The priest rubs a bead of sweat pooling on his brow line “let them continue the royal bloodline, let these two souls begin a life of contentment knowing that they have served their king..”
Huff— Huff— !
Your body shakes with each passing moment, the guards had long since let you go, now creating a good amount of distance between you. You knew your fate was in the hands of this creature, and judging by how loud his groans of irritation were getting, you didn’t have much time left. If this beast was as ferocious as everyone had put him out to be, wouldn’t he kill you right on the spot? Well, you were only a test subject after all…one of the few you were certain about. If he didn’t fancy you, he’d surely be given more women until he picks a suitable mate, right?
“Let these two damned souls be united,”
Huff—!
“Together, as h-husband.. and wife.”
The guards finally book out of the way, running back down the tunnel to where you assumed was the exit. The priest throws a bloomed flower at you, usually couples who get wed in your town celebrate new life with flowers, this one in particular representing mercy and forgiveness. He gives you a once over, pity? Regret? You had no idea… all you knew was one second he was there, and the next he was gone.
You closed your eyes, listening as the sounds of double rough hooves scraped against the hard floor and the hard roar that accompanied it. You were preparing yourself to die, or at worst, tortured.
You didn’t pray to the king for forgiveness, nor did you try to dwell, any thought of your past life would crush you, and you weren’t sure you could maintain your stiff composure if you thought about how your life used to be, and you sure as hell wouldn’t apologize to the bastard that locked you down here in the first place.
You tremble when it suddenly goes quiet, even though you tried your best to put on a false sense of bravado the moment you felt hot buffs of musky air beat along your face, you knew that you couldn’t turn backwards in time no matter how much you wanted to. You could hear him growl, kick those large hooves of his territorially into the dusty stone beneath him.
“Speak.”
For a moment, you’re silent, still clenching your eyes. You weren’t even sure what to do, you were even more flabbergasted that this creature had spoken to you…
“I- uhm..” you drag on your hesitation, “I don’t know what to say…”
“Why are you here?” He growled, you could feel how close he was getting to you and it made you deadly uncomfortable.
“I-I’ve been sent to you..”
“As your wife….”
It’s quiet after you speak, and truthfully, you’d rather him keep talking.
…
…
…
The bull laughs, puffy clouds of his warm breath breezing past your face. “My wife.” He whispered “You?”
“Y-Yes, your uhm…majesty…”
You feel the heavy vibration of each step when he circles around you, you could tell he was very big, you didn’t need to open your eyes and face death eye to eye. If you died, what use would it be to be even more terrified than you were now? You brace yourself, mumbling a few times out of fear.
“I can smell how petrified you are, is that why you won’t look at me?” He was close to you, so close that it made you jump up when you felt him near your ear. He laughs, a taunt that makes your skin crawl. You were expecting him to be a mindless crazed animal, a predator that wouldn’t spare you a second chance before tearing you in half… but he was teasing you, mocking your fear, and that was far worse than anything you could have anticipated.
“If you’re going to kill me, get it on already.” Your false bravado could be heard by anyone, who were you trying to fool with that faint little tremble in your voice? You could hear the bull behind you laugh once more before he pushes himself up and leaves from behind your shoulder. He got silent, the usual huffing and puffing of his warm breath and the patter of his hard hooves went away instantly, it was like you were fully and truly alone again, but you were far too scared to open your eyes to find out if you were.
“Don’t do this..” you whispered “please don’t do this to me, don’t torture me I can’t handle it, please…” you furrowed your brows, sweat pooling on you like a rainstorm. “Get it over with. Spare me decency, spare me my humanity and just kill me already!” You had finally opened your eyes, they were bloodshot and dry, you hadn’t got a lot of sleep last night anyway, who could blame you? You look around frantically in the faded opening, he wasn’t in front of you, nor was he by your side, could he have actually left…or… You shift, slowly turning to finally meet your tormentor head on. He stood tall behind you, a massive frame almost hitting the ceiling. His eyes were dead, a non human look to them as you expected. He was truly a bull… he was muscular, so so muscular that even if you tried to run away, there wasn’t a chance you could escape…not when his forearm was bigger than your head. He stares down at you, black eyes like deadly arrows that pierce through you.
“You’re finally looking at me,” he makes an expression, but it’s hard to read considering his features. “Braver than I thought you’d be…” he lowers himself down, large arm scooping you up to his chest before he starts to walk down the dark tunnel at the edge of the entrance where he originally came from. You don’t try to squirm, run, what would you do if you were to fight back against this beast? Even from the way he held you with such precision was intimidating enough.
You walk down multiple tunnels for what’s felt like hours, you both are silent, what was there to even say? This “man” was going to most likely kill you, use you, break you…
“Hmm..” you’re thrown off his shoulder onto the floor, landing on a soft cushion that was surprisingly comfortable. It was a bed, a plush mattress with articulate engraving. There were large quilts and fluffy pillows that were made of some of the softest material you’ve ever felt before… How was it possible that this was even here? You peer up at the bull, his uncanny gaze focused indefinitely on you, you could feel your throat swell up, but you wanted to speak.
“What will you do with me now?” You asked in defeat, “I wish you’d just kill me, spare me the humiliation of torture.”
The bull slumps his large shoulders in annoyance before he growls. “For a woman who has been forced down here,” he walks up to you, muscular upper nude body towering over your own. “I expect a thank you, that I let you lay on my bed in the first place…” lay? Was he being serious? Were you supposed to thank him for something as simple as this when you knew he’d most likely kill you minutes later?
“…” he groans, pulling away from you “you are an ungrateful woman, be lucky that you didn’t meet me when I had a temper.” Temper? If this was his calm you weren’t sure you wanted to see him when he was actually angry.
“Sleep,” he said, crossing his arms before he sat on the floor adjacent to you.
You were shocked to say the least. This creature…this man, if you could even call him that was kneeling before you, calm and collected, a much more drastic difference from the rampaging fiend charging at you hours before.
“You’re..” you hesitate “you’re not going to kill me?” You crawl over to the end of the bed, peeking over at him curiously.
“If you keep asking me questions like that..I might just have to.”
You carefully tuck yourself back into the bed, still weary with unbeatable doubt. You stare at him, and he stares right back at you. You both stay like this for hours, your body wants you to sleep, it’s beckoning to you, but you’re too scared to close your eyes even though you’ve been awake for days.
“Where do you bathe?” You inquire, sleepy eyes closing as you hug your knees. “You actually smell quite nice for a bull, most bulls I smell aren’t so appealing to the nose..”
“There is a hot spring, library and garden down here surprisingly” he said “my father made sure my life was comfortable enough..so that I was entertained, so that I wouldn’t go "mad "." He sounded bitter. “But all that doesn’t matter when you’re isolated most of the time.. cast aside..”
“What about food? How will we eat?” You were laying on your back, much more comfortable now that you were actually having a conversation.
“Don’t worry about food and such, that’s what the garden is for… and we’ll have clean drinking water from the well.”
“Were you down here your whole life?” You huskily ask, now face deep into the pillow. He doesn’t answer you, he only watches as sleep overtakes your weak body. You don’t last very long, you’re out like a light in seconds, drool hanging from your mouth like you were a slobbering dog. He stands up, walking toward you before carefully maneuvering the covers over you. He’d probably be on the floor for the time being until it’s time to make food.
—
It’s been five months since you’ve lived with your husband who you’ve now come to know as Jak. You’ve learned quite a bit about the underground catacombs underneath the kingdom, and moving around and finding your way was starting to come naturally to you. There were a few major places you frequented: the bedroom, a nice little cozy corner with torches, a nice wooded floor and a few extra necessities. The library, a shockingly massive space with a row of books in each aisle. It was lit by torches, and there were many other little things there like puzzles and board games. It was hard enough to be bored when you were in there, but the rest of the catacombs was a different story. There were a lot of vegetables and fruits in the garden, and there was a large hole at the top for sunlight, but neither of you could reach it though. Jak was actually a very good cook, he’s taught you how to make a few different meals. Lastly, the spring…When you first saw it you were perplexed, confused. How was it that a big beautiful spring was buried so deep underground. How was it still so hot? So clean.. and where did the soaps and towels come from…!?
“You can take first tonight.” It was common for Jak to let you bathe first, he understood that you both were practically strangers up until a few months ago.
“What will you do while I’m taking a bath, Jak?” You tried to push him forward, but your hands couldn’t budge him."You're always disappearing on me.. aren’t we husband and wife? Don’t you want to accompany me?” You had grown attached to your husband, clinging to him wherever he’d go, he was fuzzy, and one night when he passed out in the bed you decided you’d lay with him, finally getting a look at those abnormal features up close, which you’ve now come to find very, very handsome. He’s never really reciprocated your feelings of affection back. He’s grown closer to you, that was true, but he didn’t treat you as any regular husband would, well, he wasn’t a “regular” husband, but that didn’t mean his stoic mannerisms didn’t sting.
“Call for me when you’re done.” Jak walks away from you, hooves clicking against the floor as he leaves you alone in the spring. You slump your shoulders in defeat, this isn’t the first time he’s shot you down, if he wasn’t interested in you, you wouldn’t push him any further. Maybe you were acting indecent and rude. He was a lot more mature once you got to know him better, a lot less aggressive and snarky than the rampaging bull who teased you on your first encounter.
You bathe yourself quietly, burying your lips below the surface as you ponder in thought. It was almost embarrassing how you threw yourself at Jak sometimes, especially now that you’ve come to terms he probably didn’t care for you that much the way you did. He was your husband, but a forced marriage doesn’t guarantee additional love. He was your friend, and since he wasn’t interested in taking things further, you would respect that.
You get out of the spring after an hour, putting on a nightgown that randomly appeared in the closet the other day. “Jak, the bath is waiting for you.” You sit down on the bed, legs playfully kicking side to side as you watch Jak rummage through the storage box next to the closet.
“Jak?”
“Mh?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Mm.” He turns to you, and you smile.
“Well, I was always curious about the catacombs, I didn’t want to pry before, but I hope you would be comfortable enough telling me…” you suck in your nervous breath “where do all the supplies come from? The soaps, the clothes, the games? I just see them appear randomly and it made me curious… is this place magical?”
Jak laughs, eyes shutting as he listens to your rather cute hypothesis, he shakes his head pointing up “the big hole in the garden, maids bring necessities time to time.”
You nod, thinking about another question before you spit out the first thing that comes to mind.
“So, have you ever been around people? You didn’t seem too frightened when you first met me… in fact it was quite the opposite haha, I wouldn’t blame you for being scared of me though, I must look pretty strange to you”
…
You notice the way Jak tenses, strong shoulders now veiny and high. “Sorry—“ you abruptly replied “I’m sorry, that was probably too personal —“
“I had an auntie, well, I liked to call her that as a child, she took care of me, taught me the basics. She wanted to help me escape, and since my chambers are heavily guarded, it was a complete failure.”
Sweat pools down your forehead as you listen intently, you had no idea… “what happened after she tried to help you escape? Is she not allowed to be near you anymore?”
“Well,” he shrugs, “I suppose you could say it like that since she’s dead.”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know. I’m being idiotic today! Please forgive me..”
“You already know my father is egotistical, defying him is like defying a deity, he’s already given up hope on me since I was born..”
“My existence is a mockery to him”
You were standing besides Jak now, hesitatingly putting your small human hand on his large scarred back. “I’m sorry for prying, if it means anything, meeting you was honestly one of the best things that have happened to me. I don’t think you’re a mockery at all…” you continue after a brief silence “and besides, I got in here since I mocked the king, he’s egotistical, I don’t think you should feel like you should appease a man like that.”
“Especially since you’re better than him..I’ve never met someone as kind as you are”
He huffs, grabbing your hand before standing up, “kind?” Jak laughs, and you can’t help yourself from snatching your hand back in annoyance “tell that to my father.”
“I would if we weren’t stuck in here. I’d even tell him straight to his face.”
His shoulders lower as he lets out a soft breath, his features were always hard to read, but based on his demeanor you could tell what you had said to him had relaxed his nerves somewhat.
“I should go bathe, “ he finally shuts the chest he was digging into seconds ago, now holding a beautiful bottle of shampoo in his rough hands. It was almost comical how drastic it looked against his body. “Good night.” He turns away from you. You want to call out to him, ask if he’s ok, but you don’t, you only sit on the plush old mattress, nightgown pudding around you as you hug your knees. Was getting anything other than mild conversation from him even possible at this point?
—
Water drips onto the ground from a still leaf in the garden. You’ve finally done it, you’ve achieved the peak of your boredom. You were watching the plants, you had told yourself you’d give Jak some space. You stopped pestering him, you were asking him too many personal questions, kept pushing for something more even though you should have known by his behavior he wasn’t interested in you in the slightest. Sitting here, being alone in this space beats bumping into him in the library. He was a bookworm, and you’d often catch him reading geography books in the corner. It was almost bittersweet how curious he was about the world above these tight walls. You both had gotten into an argument a few days ago. You had enough of how frequently he would distance himself from you. You felt tormented with rejection, replaying the cruel last words you yelled at him before isolating yourself from him completely in your head. You knew he could smell you, but wouldn’t that be hard if your scent was on almost everything? You wanted to keep the distance, you didn’t want to face him again after telling him you “didn’t think you loved him anymore…” and that “you’d try to find a way out so you can leave him alone.” you knew it was a lie, and deep down you knew you only said it to protect yourself since you were scared of his obvious rejection. You made sure to avoid him at all costs, slipping and hiding when you see him searching around for you. You felt too awkward to even face him again, so you make sure you don’t let yourself get caught, but unfortunately you’d slip.
You needed to take a bath every night, you knew after watching Jak he’d take a bath before the sun went down, so you tried to go at night. You had gotten everything ready, good thing a few servants had lowered a fresh batch of soaps and towels from up above a few days ago. You were sitting on the edge of the spring, nude feet splashing in the water rather loudly. You were sure Jak was asleep, it probably wasn’t in his nature to care where you were 24/7, so you finally strip from your clothes before dipping in the water. The catacombs were extra silent today, normally you’d hear Jak cooking, but he stopped doing that when you started avoiding him…
You try not to pester on about him, popping that impulsive bubble that begged you to talk to him again, you try bathing yourself, try to at least calm your thoughts, but the low rumble and clicks of hooves against the ground startle you to the point you almost jump out of the water from fright.
“Jak?!” You cover yourself with your arms, even though you asked him a few times to join you in the bath, this is the first time he’s actually seen you nude after all. He steps in, muscular body reflecting against the shaking water. You back up, and he pulls closer, a back and forth battle until you hit the wall. He towers over you, animalistic eyes unreadable as always before his low voice echoes out.
“I’m bad at courting, I’m bad at doing things a proper husband should.” He flings a book over his shoulder as it lands on the floor. It was a familiar romance novel you’ve read before in the library. “I don’t know how to interact effectively, especially when I’m around you.. I’ll hurt you, I most likely will. I’ll destroy you if I can do the things I want to do to you, and it scares me because you’re so fragile.” He grabs your wrist, pinning them over your head, abandoning your shy shield of protection and exposing your bare breast to his gaze and the warm air. “But If you want to leave me, I’ll do whatever I can to keep you…”
You can’t speak, you aren’t sure what to even say, you just know that you weren’t able to move an inch from how close he was against you. “Seeing you like this makes me want to spread you on my cock already…fuck I’ve been thinking about it each time you ask me to bathe with you. I’m scared.. so scared to hurt you.” He rubs your chin, voice softening when he sees your look of uncertainty.
“I’ll keep you here with me..I won’t back away from you anymore, you want me? You have me..” he rubs his thumb over your perked nipple, noting how tense you get against him, he loved seeing you moan, it drew something primal inside him. Strong hands clasp around your waist before hoisting you higher up. His tongue is quick to flick and twirl around your stiff pebbles, and gods he can’t get enough of tasting you for the first time.. he burrows into you, large nose inhaling your scent like air.
“I can’t let you leave me, not after I was being foolish, forgive me.” He was clumsy as expected, he was inexperienced, and he could definitely see the hesitation on your face. “You’re nervous.. I know, I’ll be gentle, but I won’t let you go.” He makes his point by holding you tightly against his heaving fuzzy chest.
Even after reading countless fairy tales of romance and lust, it doesn’t compare to the actual thing.. well, it doesn’t compare when he actually gets to feel you. He was skittish, it was true, as much as he appeared to be level headed, he was holding back a ton of restraint not to pounce on you every single day. You looked so small underneath him, he’d never fit you, not like the stories he’s read. But damn would he try if it meant keeping you. How could he get you to stay? What could he do— He’d get you pregnant! Right? You had told him months ago that you were sent down here to start a family with him, and he’d happily give it to you, he just doesn’t want you to get hurt after all, doesn’t want you to roam around the catacombs and get lost.. he’s only explored a good portion of it, who knows what’s waiting in the wings he hasn’t touched. Even for a bull of his size it’s still terrifying roaming around in the dark.
“There’s no way out,” he growled, “don’t you think I’ve tried? I’m not letting you walk away so you can die carelessly.. I’ll make sure I can keep a good eye on you..”
he kisses you, and you can’t help yourself from running your trembling hands over his tense shoulders for some leverage. He was kissing you, Jak was finally kissing you. His tongue was pretty rough and it was pretty big when he shoved it down your mouth, but overall he was kissing you!
“Mhhh..” he ravishingly explores your mouth, tongue fusing with your own as he cages you to the wall. You could barely breathe, and to be honest you weren’t sure you even wanted to. His mouth tasted of mint, probably since he put so much in his tea in the morning, sometimes you’d even catch him eating stray leaves while reading a book.
“Damn it, I’m sorry..” he rasps, finally giving you some room. “I’m sorry I’ve held back so long.”
“I-I don’t blame you, not anymore at least.. I was pushy.” You looked guilty.
“And you have no idea how much I loved it..I just didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You’ve always been gentle with me, I don’t think I’d care if you really wanted to rough me around a bit..” you say that, but you don’t see what he sees. You can’t see how frail you look under him right now, one harsh move and he could probably kill you if he wanted.
Gods, he was about to ruin you.. he’s never wanted to hurt you, not ever, but he’d be damned if he didn’t take his chance to claim you, breed you, bend you over and feel how you suck him up inside—
“Jak?” You blink under him, confused pretty eyes locking him on as a desperate target. He acts unconsciously, pinning you down onto the edge of the spring, legs tucked over your head before his tongue and lips abuse your pretty pussy. He kisses you all over, trying to find the part he read about in his books that’ll make you see stars. He kisses up your clit, and can’t help but notice when you buckle away from him with a soft cry. You smelt amazing, and he couldn’t get enough as your arousal drooled from your cunt to your ass. He inhaled you like a perfume, nuzzling his large wet nose into your clit to hear you whine out for him some more.
“J-Jak there…” you plea, and it doesn’t take long for him to engulf your pretty clit into his large mouth, licking and sucking on it with his big fat tongue before he pushes it inside your tight entrance.
You furrow your brows, biting the fat on your bottom lip in discomfort when his slippery appendage wiggles inside you, it was big.. not at all what you were expecting, and far bigger than your fingers could compare. You’ve touched yourself countless times, it didn’t change the fact you were almost as inexperienced as he was… despite a few flings you’ve never done anything serious.
“Jak— mgh! Too big!” Your feet kicked helplessly in his palms, but no matter how much you struggled to get away he pushed in further… His tongue was tough, and while it took awhile to get used to, the pad of it pushed so good against you that you almost passed out when it massaged your inner walls with abandon.
His nose, as surprisingly big as it was, it felt so smooth and bumpy at the same time, grazing over your clit quickly as he fucked his tongue in you. You couldn’t move, could barely even think, all you knew was that you felt utterly helpless under him.
You were getting sensitive fast, your clit was pulsing against him rapidly, and your drenched inner walls sucked and slurped his tongue, pulling him deep inside you involuntarily.
“Jak!” You screamed, body burning with embarrassment “g-gonna cum!” You gasp, trying to find something to latch onto for stability, you close your eyes, reaching out for the first thing you come in contact with, which was his large ashen horns.
“Fuck!!!!” Slamming your head back you spurt around him, juice coating your thighs and squirting onto his lips, which he happily cleans up with his tongue.
“That was amazing, honey.” He purred, unreadable expression gazing down on you with internal awe. You shudder when he stands up, and finally, finally you get to see what he was hiding from you this whole time…
It was enormous, far more enormous than any man you’ve ever seen in fact. The head was flared, an angry red that beamed at you as its next target, and the rest of it was as grey as his fur. He steps closer to you, and you scoot away, but you never stop staring.. you can’t.. that was supposed to go inside you?
“I don’t think it will fit..”
“I can make it fit.. I know I can. Rest for me honey, please? Wanna make sure you’re comfortable when I breed you..” that last part sounded like a demand you wouldn’t dare oppose. He lays you down gently, enormous hand cradling your head so you have a bit of cushion. His large fingers on his free hand part your folds. He makes sure to look at you before pushing them in, smiling internally when he sees your soft lips part into an “o”
He scissors his ginormous digits into you, pussy squelching loudly into the catacombs that you become easily embarrassed by how loud it was. Soon after you adjust he adds another finger, then another, all the way up until he can fuck you on his palm, four digits sliding in and out of you with ease, his big thumb rubbing over your clit in tiny circles.
“Ah! Ah! Fuck!” You hiccup as he fucks you through overstimulation, a sloppy pace you could forgive since you were both new to this. You explode, eyes watering up with tears when you cum a second time, legs collapsing to the ground and into the water when he lets them go.
He rubs the tip of his cock over your quivering folds,
“You’re mine.. I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear.” He aligns himself, letting you take in a small breath before pushing in… it was hard, really really hard, and when the head pasted tense muscle you wanted to spasm out immediately.
“Fuck—“ he roars, large body now pressed against yours, he presses your foreheads together, hot panting breath fanning over you. “I can’t wait to get you pregnant… see how sensitive you are..how round you’ll get.”
He starts moving without warning, internal instincts kicking in before his balls slap loudly against your ass with each hurried thrust. His dick swelled, already leaking precum as it smudges around your cervix when the tip kisses it. It hurt..but as he kept going you could feel nothing but pure pleasure.
“J-Jak! Oh fuck!” You grab at his horns again, mewling when he drags himself out of you only to slam back in, this time with extra force that makes you choke.
He’d breed you all night, plug you up, do what he had to, just to make sure you got pregnant.. because you were silly to think you actually had a chance of escaping from this place, escaping from him… in the first place.
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Warnings: Short smut with a little plot, unnatural tongue, sex with a skeleton-like monster, monster dick, unnatural magic monster dick, tongue down your throat, ghost like tentacles, breeding
A/N: I wanted the smut to be a bit over dramatic/corny for April fools lol. (Happy late April Fools).
Summary: You died in the most embarrassing way possible, hand deep down your panties before an intruder abruptly breaks into your home shooting you dead while you had your headphones in listening to an erotic monster audiobook. And now? The Grim reaper himself won’t stop laughing at you. You beg him, getting on your hands and knees. You'd do anything for him to hide the truth behind your death, even if it meant tying yourself to him for all eternity.
You had no idea how long you’ve been out.
One minute you were scrolling through your phone to find a nice little story to read before bed, next second you’re on your hands and knees in pitch darkness.
Each time you turned, twisted or moved your head, nothing seemed to appear in the dark. You were honestly too scared to even get up and run. Were you kidnapped? Were you sleeping? Maybe you were too tired and accidentally passed out. You must be dreaming, right?
You reach to pinch your skin, nails digging so deep into your wrist that you can’t help but let out a low groan of pain and confusion. Nope, this was in fact not a dream. So where exactly were you?
You felt around your body, everything was still intact below. You were able to move your limbs and you could speak, but when you moved to touch your head your fingers were immediately soaked with some sort of thick runny liquid, which was now running down your face.
You wanted to call out so desperately, but your instincts and all the horror movies in the back of your brain that you watched late at night after work were screaming at you not to. So, you just waited. Your arms hug around your trembling frame, a pathetic attempt at a self shield to protect yourself from anything lurking nearby. “If nothing happens after a while then I’ll get up”, you thought,
Each second alone in the pitch black emptiness was enough to discourage any hope you had left. It felt like an eternity waiting. There was nothing to lean on to except the hard ground, and each gust of wind blew chills over your body. You didn’t even think your clothes were helping much. You only went to bed in a t-shirt and underwear after all. You clench your eyes shut, hoping something would happen eventually, only to be met with more silence. It felt maddening, and you hadn’t even been awake that long in the dark.
More seconds waiting turned into minutes, then hours, and yet you still couldn’t pass out. You were too terrified to even move, let alone allow yourself to be vulnerable and rest. It was too cold, too quiet. You couldn’t even hear your heart beat.
Jingle
You jump, hairs on your arms and legs standing high as a low echo hustles through the dark, gradually getting louder the more it paces across the floor. You try to muffle the sound by covering your ears, deafened by the booming sound of quick nails scraping across the floor and what you could assume was a chain dragging across the floor, but it’s no use. Whatever was scattering towards you was fast, faster than what your little human mind could comprehend. And then suddenly … everything stopped.
The presence of something lingering over you was strong, casting a dark tingly aura over your skin. The harsh rattles of something hard and a few low huffs from whatever was by you was so loud that you couldn’t help but feel as if you were going to faint from terror. But hey, If you had to die here at least you wouldn't have to be awake.. right?
Huff—
Another low breath. The figure beside you breathes in, choking hoarsely before letting out a deep burst of uncontrollable blaring booms that almost sound like a broken up cough.
You instinctively reach out your hands to cover your face, finally pulling yourself free from your own death hug and staring down the creature you were apparently stuck with. The air on your body feels too overwhelmingly chilly now, too much pressure surrounding you that makes it almost hard to think. You can’t comprehend what you’re even seeing, despite there not being light, the figure in front of you was completely visible. A tall man? Black hood draped over his tall frail hollow body, and a long black scythe to match in his thin boney hand.
“Please, don’t hurt me—“ you cry out, hoping that the creature that mimicked the devil itself would somehow spare your life.
But he only continued to huff, seemingly ignoring your desperate attempt to catch his attention while holding his free hand over his chest.
Eventually the frantic chatter of his teeth and rough cough subsided, he cleared his throat, voice so dry and weak from the wheezing and puffing that it seemed like a gentle whisper in comparison.
“I don’t think I remember the last time I saw something that comical.”
“Apologies for keeping you waiting for so long,” he dryly sniggered, “I had other things to attend to.”
Hunching over, the large man stares you down, the blank expression on his face harshly differing from his supposedly lighthearted words. “Normally I don’t need to aid souls to the afterlife face to face, but in your case, I couldn’t resist..”
“Afterlife?” You lightly squeak, buckling away from him “I’m?”
He only gives you a small nod and low chuckle in return.
“I remember— I was in my room, this can’t be right? How can I just up and die so suddenly? And if I’m dead, how can I still feel pain!?” You squeezed your arm, holding it up to him as proof when a trickle of blood oozes down your hand.
“That’s my mistake for pulling you outside the loop,” he said, gesturing upwards to a now dim milky sky. “But I haven’t had a laugh like this in years. I haven’t even heard myself speak in over a century.”
“The loop?” You tilt your head.
The man nods again, “the path leading a human soul toward the afterlife. I can bring a physical, functional body outside the loop, but it’s time consuming reconstructing an entire being, you should be grateful that I even bothered fixing that pretty little head of yours.”
“My head?” You reach up to touch the top of your head again, the same familiar sticky residue coating your fingers is now apparent as your blood.
“So,” you pause, hesitating to confirm the hard truth out loud “I’m actually dead?”
He nods once again, unfazed by the common question “Yes, a hilarious death indeed.”
“How did I even die? I don’t remember anything.”
Tumbling out of his hood was a large scroll, landing right near your feet, he tilted his head, beckoning you to read it.
Your name, birthdate and date of death were all neatly written on the top left corner of the scroll, you gulp down a wad of spit, mustering up the courage to read what caused your demise.
“….”
“You can’t be fucking serious.”
“What could I possibly gain from lying about this?”
You toss the paper to the ground, tummy knotting with embarrassment and shame. You had died in such a humiliating fashion, what would happen when the rest of your friends or family find out the truth about your death?
“How many people know about this already?”
The man ticks his teeth, looking up in thought. “Just the perpetrator, and me and you of course.”
“No..” you mumble lightly before tugging the bottom of your shirt “No fucking way-! You have to do something please!? Can’t you hide the real reason behind my death!?”
The man lingering over you only stays quiet, like your little tantrum was only just amusing for him. Was he even taking you seriously?
“Are you listening to me? Please! You don’t seem like a bad dude, right? You wouldn’t just give me sentience just to humiliate me, right?”
You tug on his robe, you were down on your hands and knees, this was very over dramatic even for you. He finally spares you a glance, and when you finally think he’s about to give you a tiny bit of comfort, he only crosses his arms.
“No.”
….
….
“NO?! Why did you even bring me out here??! Just to laugh at me!?” You yank at his dark coat trying to pull the large creature down to your level, but all your efforts felt like you were simply trying to pull heavy stone.
“I just wanted to see you in person, I can’t believe you died like that.” He tries to hold in his laugh, and you can only reply with fury.
“There has to be something you want? Anything I can give you I’ll do it please! I can’t have people know I died like this.. what if I see them again in the afterlife?” Your eyes prickle up with tears.
The man only sighs in defeat, pulling at your wrist with his uncomfortably bony hand until you’re face to face with him.
“Your skills.”
You tilt your head, brows furrowing in confusion.
“You’ve read quite a few naughty books about otherworldly creatures, I'd like to see if you can hold up to your fantasy expectations…”
A long cool blue tongue forms in his mouth, its transparent, and when he licks the side of your cheek you can’t help but whimper from the intense chill.
“If you agree, I’ll keep you. No going back, no taking back your word..”
You could only give him a look of utter shock, did he want to.. fuck you?
“It gets quiet around here.” He raises his arms out towards the pitch blackness that surrounds you both. “As you could imagine.”
“Entertain me, and I’ll make all your problems go away,” a long tendon rises up out of his long black robe, it looked like his tongue in a sense, but it was far more longer and girthy, thick bumps all over the base until the round flared tip. It was a light blue, a glow that felt almost like a snow storm when it flopped onto your trembling thigh.
“You..want me to give up my soul for eternity… for this?”
He doesn’t speak , you already knew the answer anyway.
“I..” you look back down to the now crumpled and rolled up scroll, teeth gnawing into your bottom lip from your varied hesitation. If you agree to his terms you have no idea what he’d do to you, and eternity with the Grimm reaper himself was a long long time. Maybe you could live with the embarrassment? But on the other hand, an opportunity like this could be the last time you’ll ever be offered such a chance with a monstrous man like himself. For a skinny old withered looking man, he was pretty attractive..?
“Fine..” you whisper “I’ll take your offer just get rid of any trace on how I died and I’ll—“ you’re flipped onto the hard floor in an instant, breasts rubbing against a sandy texture underneath you. The man chatters his teeth, loud clicks echoing to your eardrums.
“Very well, I’m a man of my word, but first…” his hard fingers dig into the plush of your ass, spreading you open for his gaze.
“ Delectable..” he ticks his teeth once more.
You see the long thick line of his makeshift tongue stretched long, it licks around your folds, scooping up your arousal before it circles around your clit. It felt cold.. so cold that you couldn’t help but try to pull away instantly, unfortunately for you, you underestimated how strong a mere skeleton like himself was.
The hard transparent tongue rolls around over your twitching bundle of nerves, curling, flicking and circling all around you. He holds you in place through it all, not letting you even buck your hips for some relief.
“Mng… I–I can’t!”
You see a blurry mix of hazy stars when you cum, and when you finally think he’d give you some time to recover he’s already plunging his abnormal tongue inside your pulsing entrance. It was thick, reaching almost to your cervix, but just far away where it wouldn’t push against it. He thrusts his tongue quickly, and long transparent white tendrils spill from his robes, lifting you into the air so he could fuck you at a better angle. They were chilly, you’ve never felt so cold before…it felt suffocating as they tugged and sucked on your nipples. One slips between your puffy folds, circling your overstimulated clit in tough circles along with his twitching tongue that hit directly into that sensitive spot inside you. You were puddling with slick, gentle moans crying out for mercy as he fucks you toward another orgasm.
This one felt different, and when you tried to close your shaking legs, the tentacles only spread them further out, thereby restricting you completely.
“Oh fuck!” You call out, eyes blurry and wet. You could barely see with all the tears flooding down your sweaty cheeks. Your toes curl, veins flowing with a fierce tension before you release onto his face, drool from your cunt squirting into the air.
“For such a perverse girl you break easily…” he removed his tongue, swallowing and licking your release that drooled down his milky chin.
“I’ve never been fucked by an actual monste— uhm, skeleton before.. I’m not sure how long you wanted me to last.”
“You really think I fucked you properly?” His tentacles rub in between your thighs, squishing your folds against your clit before he starts to lower you onto his cock. “Pathetic…”
The flared head of his dick rubs experimentally over your entrance, bucking and testing how to penetrate you. He thrusts once, twice and the third time he finally breaks you open. It was a stretch.. a long agonizing stretch that tore through you. He was only an inch inside, and you already felt so incredibly full.
“Now,” he rasps, voice hoarse and chilly “I’ll make sure I fuck you—“ he slams your hips down in one go “properly!”
You can’t scream.. you only go limp in the mass of tentacles holding you up, mouth agape when the tip of his cock presses to your cervix. It hurt so bad.. but you didn’t want him to stop, not when you felt that pleasure start to sink in.
He thrusts into you slowly, squishy noises of your inner walls squeezing him in the only sound ringing in your mind. You’re babbling nonsense, and you can’t help yourself from being a loud mess underneath him.
“Loud little thing..” he whispered, leaning into you before licking your gaped lips, “I shouldn’t be surprised though, you were quite loud this whole time..” before you could even question him he’s pushing that cold tongue down your throat.
The tentacles rub at your clit and nipples when he loses himself, frenzied hard hips bruising your own.
His dead empty eye sockets stare directly at you, so willing to break and use you for his enjoyment. You couldn’t read him, but from the way he slipped in and out of you was maddening.
“I’ll give you my children soon enough ..” he moans into you, cold boney hands grabbing at your hips now to thrust you harder on his cock. “Give us a little family..because when your time is up again, you’re mine.”
He stills in you, a cold slimy liquid creaming up inside you. He licks your cheek before closing your worn out eyes with two fingers, his voice a gentle melody as you finally ring out.
When you wake up again you’re back in your bedroom, body sore and aching. Was that all just a dream?
You pinch yourself just like before, winching when you feel the same sharp sensation you felt in your dream like trance. Nope, this was real, you were actually alive.
You can spend the rest of your life thinking this one night was all a crazed dream, but when you finally keel over once again, you’ll be imprisoned forever. Grim reapers are mighty loyal when choosing a mate after all.
A/N: You can tell I used to be an Undertale fan by this
Happy albinism awareness day everyone ! o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o As someone with albinism, it makes me so happy to write works for people who look like me and other members of the community. I’ll continue writing stories that feature black readers with albinism in it for sure! 🌸🤍
