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"You're the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep."

Slingshot (Phighting!) x Reader

Content Warning(s) : NSFT, AFAB Reader, Established Relationship, Aphrodisiacs, Cat-Hybrid Slingshot, Handjobs, Sixty-Nine, Cunnilingus, Blowjobs, Face-Fucking, Choking, Breeding, Just Porn, Might Be OOC, 4.2k Words

When he first got the request, he’d admit he was a little . . put off. He had half a mind to turn the person down and move on with his day. 

But of course, the promise of money was just a little too sweet to ignore, especially since he had been eyeing a surprise present for you. 

With a rather heavy heart, Slingshot found himself complying with the person’s order, keeping the kitchen open an extra hour after closing just to fulfill it. 

Aphrodisiacs — While he’s heard of them before, he’s never had the chance to experience the effects of one, much less experiment with it in his desserts. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t the tiniest bit curious.

Besides, if he was making them anyway, what was the harm in making a few extra? It’s not like the customer was missing out on anything. 

Slingshot decided on a few small chocolates, each packed with a strong enough dose to (hopefully) do its intended purpose. He says hopefully because you never truly know if something works, not until you try it, of course. 

With the excuse of quality testing, he popped one of them into his mouth, humming at the familiar sweet taste. A little too sweet, he noted. Probably a side effect from the ‘special ingredient’. 

Minutes passed and to his dismay, nothing happened. Did he do something wrong? A miscalculation? He sighed to himself and went about cleaning the small mess he made. 

A frown creeped his way on his face at the failure. As much as he wanted to stay until he perfected the recipe, he needed to get home soon. After all, you were expecting him soon — and it’d be wrong to leave his beloved waiting up for him.

He decided to take the rest of the extras home, planning on salvaging them for a different purpose. Even if they were duds, it would be a waste to throw them away. At least they’d make for a good gift for you.

The trip home was a bit unpleasant, soft music playing in his headphones as he tried to distract himself from the unsuccessful aphrodisiac. It wasn’t good to overthink his mistakes. 

He forced those thoughts to the back of his head, not wanting to bring his bad mood home. 

The moment he stepped through the door, a calming warmth washed over him, the built-up stress of work slipping off of him as you greeted him. 

“Welcome back!” You shouted from the other room, footsteps pattering as you bounded up to him. 

He had to hold back from blushing as he took in the sight of you, his jacket loosely clinging to your figure. “Hey,” he said as he set down the chocolates and shuffled off his shoes, “What’s with the outfit?” 

You giggled, the sound ringing in his ears, “Just missed you is all. What took you so long?” 

Slingshot sighed at the reminder, “‘Had to stay back a bit to make something,” he said as he gestured to the package. You reached your hand out to grab it and he handed it over to you. 

You were quick to bring it to the counter, saving the neatly wrapped container for later. You herded him in, “Are you hungry? Need me to warm something up for you?” 

Your boyfriend flashed you a fragile smile at your worry, following your lead and stepping further into the house. “No it’s fine I just-” Suddenly he fell forward, barely managing to catch himself before he fell. 

Hurriedly you helped him catch his balance, holding him up as you checked his body for any abnormalities. “Are you okay?!” Your boyfriend’s face was flushed, almost comically red. “Are you sick? Did something happen?” 

Slingshot pushed you away from him, the force weak and distracted. His teeth were gritted, bared in what looked like pain. While it wasn’t exactly painful, it was definitely overwhelming. 

An overbearing heat consuming him. It was almost debilitating, knees locking up as he had to rely on your body to not fall over. His head pounded, heart beat quickening, loud enough to drown out any other sound. 

When he looked up at you, face flushed, eyes blown wide, dark pupils practically swallowing up his irises. “I-I’m fine I ju-st-,” he staggered onto you, bringing you closer to him and making you take a few steps back, “I th-ink it worked.” 

Confusion furrowed your brows, questions spilling from your lips. Unfortunately, he was hardly in the position to answer them, his mind both racing yet disturbingly blank at the same time. 

“Honey I-,” even talking was a struggle, a thick fog taking over his mind, a weight pressing on his body, “I- I need you.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. You had to hold back a shiver from the feeling of him bumping his nose into your neck, sniffing deeply. 

While it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him like this, it was definitely way off schedule. Hadn’t he already had his heat this month? 

You had to push aside your worries, bringing yourself back to the present. “Sh-should we go to the bedroom then?” You offered, slightly flustered at the sudden confession. At least the two of you had a usual routine for any ‘unexpected heats’. 

Slingshot was silent, eyes fluttered shut as he took in your scent. “C-Can’t wait. Need you now.” 

The grip he had on your clothes tightened, nails digging into the fabric and stretching it slightly, the threads snapping under the force. 

“R-right,” you stammered out, butterflies forming in your stomach at how direct he was. “T-the couch then?”

He let out an affirmative mumble, the vibrations against your sensitive skin making you squirm. He made no effort to move, too lost in your scent, head spinning with desire. 

You had to lead him to the couch, coaxing him to follow you and helping him sit down. The cushion dipped with his weight, and his legs naturally fell open. You gulped at the sight of his bulge, pressing against his pants, the fabric doing nothing to conceal how hard he was. 

“Please,” he muttered, arm raised to cover up his mouth, hiding the fact that he was practically drooling at the sight of you. His other hand pawed at your body, squeezing at what he could before letting go just to palm at his aching cock. 

His throat bobbed, sweat dribbling down his chin, his clothes suddenly way too constricting. He needed to get everything off of him, and now that he thought about it — he needed everything off of you as well. 

There was just too much between you two, too much space, too many clothes — his eyebrows furrowed, frustrated at the lack of skin against his. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t get something off. 

It took the prolonged rustle of his hands against his clothes for you to look up at him, a whine humming from the back of his throat, voice sticky with arousal. You cooed at how helpless he was, something warm and dark rising from the bottom of your gut. 

“Need help?” You softened your smile, practically predicting the way he nodded and whimpered, arms falling to the side so that you could slip his shirt and jacket off. Slingshot mewled at the feeling of chill air against his still warming skin, drying the sweat but doing nothing to cool him down.

Your fingers caught at the waistband of his pants, eyes meeting his in a silent ask for confirmation — to which he replied to with an all-too-eager nod. With his permission, you tugged his pants downward, almost jumping in surprise as his cock sprang out of his pants, lightly slapping you across the face and leaving a small trail of precum in its wake.

“Someone’s pent-up,” you muttered to yourself. Slingshot replied by bucking his hips upward, rubbing his cock against your cheek. He moaned at the feeling of soft skin against the sensitive organ, just the feeling of the air grazing against it making the tip leak. 

“Do-n’t tease meee,” he drawled, mouth slack in a whine. As cute as it was, you knew better than to deny him, especially if this was another heat. 

Carefully, you took his length into your hand, feeling the way it pulsed in your palm. The head was flushed a dark red, a small bead of cum collected at the tip. The sound of him groaning as you dragged your blunt nails along the sides making you clench your thighs together. 

His noises only served to encourage you, hand tightening around his cock as you started to stroke it. Your gaze rolled up to meet his, swallowing as he looked down at you, eyes half-lidded and boring into you. 

You could feel the way his cock twitched in your grip, hips lightly bucking in search for more stimulation. Not being one to deny him, you quickened your pace, wrapping both hands around the shaft, twisting your hands as you raised them up and down his length.

The feeling of your hands on him was almost overwhelming, nerves screaming with sensitivity as his body continued to heat up. It felt like his every sense was heightened. 

His eyes fluttered shut, the pleasure coursing through him drowning out everything else. The only reason he wasn’t going insane from how much he felt was due to him zeroing in on your hands.

Your touch felt like pure electricity, the gentle pump of your hands making him twist and shake. Your name caught in the back of his throat, choked out between moans. “S-shit-,” he cursed, body shuddering as his core clenched, legs jerking up as his muscles tightened, “‘m close.” 

You raised an eyebrow at his statement, having just barely started. Still, just judging from how hard he was, you knew it had way more than just one round in him. 

His name was sweet on your tongue, encouragement spilling from your lips as you pumped his cock faster and faster, practically milking him now. You leaned forward and licked a long strip across his head where your hands didn’t reach, coaxing him to relax and to just let go. 

The feeling of your tongue on his way-too-sensitive dick sent him over the edge, ropes of sperm shooting from his tip and landing on your face. 

You had to rush to take it into your mouth, moaning at the taste of his salty-sweet cum spilling onto your tongue. Still, you weren’t fast enough to stop the first few spurts from getting on your cheek. 

You gently sucked at the tip, getting out as much as you could until you felt his cock twitch, the stream of cum stopping. Your cheeks were full of his seed, and while you couldn’t stop yourself from swallowing some of it, there was still a little left on your tongue. 

Slowly, you got off with a ‘pop’, sticking your tongue out and showing off the sticky white liquid on your tongue before gulping it all down, making sure that Slingshot was watching you the whole time. 

You could feel your arousal growing, his cum resting warm in your stomach. You couldn’t tell if it was because of his seed or if it was because your pussy hadn’t gotten any attention, but the heat was starting to get to your head, need mulling over your thoughts. 

He cursed under his breath, cock still hard and twitching. If it wasn’t for the sheer white sheen of cum glazed over the length, you couldn’t tell he just came. Not that you expected him to be satisfied with just one round, but still — he was usually a bit . . toned down during his heats.

It was usually a little less fucking and a little more nesting and marking. While it wasn’t unwelcome, you couldn’t help but think it was a bit odd. Still, he was just too cute like this to turn down, especially when compared to his normal self.

“I need to-,” he stuttered, half out of breath, “I need to taste you. Please.”

You flushed at his unusual bluntness, voice syrupy with desire. Even if you wanted to say no, the aching in your pussy was too pressing to ignore. “Sure let me just-,” you scrambled to get your clothes off, standing awkwardly for direction. 

You didn’t need to say anything, Slingshot’s arms darting out and picking you up with a surprising amount of strength (for someone who was struggling to keep themselves upright atleast). 

He practically manhandled you into place, blunt nails digging into your hips and keeping you hovering over his face, slick practically dripping down into his mouth. You gulped at the feeling of his breath on your sex, warmth spreading through your body. 

His still-hard cock twitched in your view, too tempting to ignore. The taste of his cum was still fresh on your tongue, sweetness clinging to your mouth. You needed — you needed more. 

But you knew there was no stopping him when he had his sight on something. Making sure that he could still get his fill, you bent over, using what little leverage you had and angling yourself over his cock. 

Slingshot paid you no mind, barely letting you get into position before bringing you down onto his face, his tongue making contact with your pussy and making you jolt. 

Your hands shot out to catch yourself, fingers digging into the inside of his legs. Your thighs clamped around his head, though they were easily pried apart by his grip. His hands moved upwards, palming at your ass and pressing you harder against his mouth. 

Not wanting to be the only one feeling good, you took his cock back into your hands, not minding the way cum stuck to your palms and bringing it to your mouth, moaning softly at the taste. Almost syrupy sweet — it was oddly addicting.

You could feel the vibrations of his purr when you started to run your tongue along his veins, the feeling making you falter a bit. Still, you were determined to get more. 

Trying your best to ignore the pleasure coursing through your body, you took as much as you could of his cock into your mouth, only getting about halfway before the feeling of his rough, sandpaper-like tongue rubbing against your clit and the buck of his hips almost made you choke. 

Were it not for the tail sneaking from the side and wrapping around your throat, you would’ve pulled off. The presence was almost constricting, not tight enough to cut off any air, but enough to keep you still on his cock until you got over your coughing fit.

Tears beaded at the corners of your eyes as you took a second to adjust, willing your throat to relax and reminding yourself to breathe through your nose. The soft feeling of his tail wrapped around your neck was ticklesome.

You were tempted to scold him for it, but the almost apologetic way he lapped at your cunt made you quickly forgive him. Instead you returned the favor, tongue digging lightly into the tip of his cock, humming at the bead of cum that you managed to coax out. 

His tail gently rubbed at the skin of your neck, tightening ever-so-slightly, a sign of his impatience. As if trying to egg you on, he wrapped his lips around your clit, suckling at the sensitive little nub and sending shocks of pleasure down your spine. 

The feeling of your muffled moans around his cock made his hips involuntarily jerk upwards, fucking his length deeper into your throat. His tail loosened apologetically, though you could hardly bring yourself too care, not when you were too focused on his tongue vibrating against your clit.

You focused all your attention on your pussy, letting slingshot use your throat, practically jerking himself off with his tail through the thin skin of your neck. You were more than happy to let him as long as he kept his month on you. 

Thankfully, Slingshot had no intention of letting up on you — especially not when your pussy was leaking so beautifully for him. Maybe it was the lingering taste of sugar, but he swore you pussy had never tasted this sweet.

He couldn’t get enough of it, his tongue migrating from your clit to your dripping hole, not even minding the fact that a mix of his spit and your slick coated his chin. He was too focused on getting as much of you as he could to care about the mess that started to form. 

Your hips twitched as you felt a small vibration deep inside your pussy, the sound of his purring and humming into your walls making you moan around his cock, a cycle of unbearable pleasure. 

The warmth inside of you was spreading, mind fogging up with a warm haze. Subconsciously, you started to grind your hips downward onto his face, chasing your own orgasm. 

You couldn’t even feel the way his cock twitched inside of your throat, only the sudden feeling of warmth cum being pumped straight into your stomach, filling you with heat. His tail tightened around your throat, slightly cutting off your oxygen and leaving you dizzier and dizzier. 

It didn’t help that Slingshot was still lapping at your cunt, gulping down everything you gave him. The lack of air made you all the more aware of his tongue on you, the overload of sensations making you cum, practically squirting into his mouth.

Of course, he happily swallowed down your mess, moaning at just how sweet you were. You swore you passed out for a second, eyes rolling back as you were just forced to take his seed as it spurted down your throat. 

You woke back up with a ‘pop’, spit dribbling down your cheeks as you hacked and cough, throat suddenly way too empty. A small line of spit connected you to his length, quickly broken by your coughing fit.

Faintly, you could hear him apologizing for being too rough, voice slightly out of breath from before. His voice was thick with arousal, and when your vision came back to you, you realized that he cock was somehow still hard, standing in front of you almost mockingly. 

The length was slick with saliva and a thin coat of cum. Since he came directly down your throat, there wasn’t much of the white liquid visible. Though you could feel it in your stomach, the warmth of both his cum and your arousal pulsing through you in waves. 

For some reason, you too didn’t feel satisfied, pussy clenching around nothing, already mourning the warmth of his mouth. You could hardly think, thoughts being replaced with nothing but desire. 

You needed — you needed more. The very deepest parts of you aching to be touched, to be filled. And from the twitch of your boyfriend’s cock, you could tell he felt the same. 

As if you two were one-in-the-same, you naturally flipped around, moving so that your wet pussy hovered right above his glistening cock, the sex calling to you. You didn’t even need to look at him for confirmation, eyes trained on the way your pussy kissed his cock in greeting, so desperate it was practically weeping for it.

Slingshot was watching alongside you, doing all he could to not thrust his eager hips upward and sheath himself inside you in one go. 

Fortunately for him, you had no intention to drag it on any further, your pussy fluttering around the head of his cock, urging it inward. 

Your breath caught in your still-sore throat as you felt his tip pop through the slick-soft hole, velvet walls inviting him in. The both of you let out a moan at the same time, utterly overwhelmed from the sheer amount of everything you felt. 

Your head was too foggy to even second-guess why you felt so . . out-of-control. You felt like you needed to breed, and that you’d die otherwise. 

Any attempt at figuring out what was wrong with your brain was knocked away as your boyfriend’s cock grazed against every raw nerve inside of you, still sensitive from your earlier orgasm. 

The moment he bottomed out, you were hit with a sense of satisfaction, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you blanked out, overcome with mindless desire. Your body started to move on its own, your chest bouncing in turn with you as you rode his cock, desperate to feel his cum coat your insides. 

Your mouth was thrown open in a moan, his name choked out between trusts, slightly raspy. Though you hardly noticed over just how loud Slingshot was, mewling and moaning, practically coming undone at the seams. 

His babbles were inaudible, though you could just barely make out the small pleas of ‘m-more!’ and ‘do-n’t sto-p!’. You took his rambling as a command, speeding up and slamming down on his cock harder, to which he responded by grabbing your hips and thrusting upward, fingers digging into the soft flesh. 

His hips jerked upwards to connect with yours, moving more on instinct than anything else. It was animalistic, messy. Your slick dripped down his balls, a small creamy-white ring of cum collecting at his base. 

Were you more aware, you probably would’ve been embarrassed at the sounds echoing throughout the room, the slap of skin-on-skin accompanied by the wet sound of your sex. 

You could feel your second orgasm of the night building up again, though this time it wasn’t just in your gut. No, you could feel the very tips of your limbs go numb, the almost overbearing heat spreading throughout you and taking over your senses. 

Was this how he felt? Every nerve was standing on end, every thought replaced with the need to be filled, even your desires were vague through the thick fog of mindless arousal. 

The only reason you weren’t overwhelmed with the heightened senses was because Slingshot was doing such a good job at fucking out every thought inside your brain. 

Still, your pace started to falter, knees bucking the pleasure made you seize up. He was quick to take your place, now completely manhandling you and bouncing you on his cock like a toy, lost in the way you wrapped around it. 

It was just so much. You hardly even noticed when you came, just the white-hot blank slate taking over your mind, toes curling as your orgasm crashed into you, alongside the accumulation of all the warmth you felt before. 

Slingshot groaned at the feeling of your walls cramping down around him, fucking you through the sudden tightness. With how sensitive he was, it didn’t take long for his own orgasm to follow suit. 

His cock twitched inside of you, the only warning before thick, almost endless spurts of cum was pumped into your pussy, his hips moving on their own the whole time. 

Cum dripped down his still-moving cock, though neither of you could hardly care about the mess, too lost in the ecstasy of each other’s bodies. 

By the time you came down from your high, Slingshot was still pumping you full, cock weakly twitching as it let out every last drop of cum it had left inside you, stomach slightly distended from the fullness. 

Your mind felt . . a lot clearer — and it wasn’t just post-orgasm-clarity. You moaned at the slightest movement of the man underneath you, each twitch stirring up your still sensitive insides. 

The sticky warmth was more than welcome, finally cooling down now that you were ‘bred’. Slingshot was still recovering, chest heaving as he squirmed, his cock finally softening inside of you. 

The two of you sat there, slowly recovering from the experience. Honestly, Sling was so red he looked like he was about to pass out, and judging from the slightly pained expression when you moved, overstimulation was starting to get to him. 

Reluctantly, you pulled off of his cock, both of you wincing at the sight of cum spilling from your hole and onto his shaft, landing on the fabric of the couch below. It’d be a pain to wash out. 

Still, seeing as Slingshot was probably suffering from his heat, you forced yourself to get up, walking on wobbly knees towards the counter. The closest food you had were the sweets he brought back earlier. 

You took your time undoing the package, still slightly dizzy from before. You barely took the time to look at them, trusting your partner to make something good. You popped one of your mouth, body desperate for energy. The sweet taste of chocolate exploded on your tongue, tension melting at the calming flavor. 

Carefully, you took the box to your still-recovering boyfriend, his eyes fluttered shut, breathing still slightly ragged. 

You pressed the chocolate to his lips, barely having to tell him before he obediently swallowed down what you gave him. He took the whole thing in one go, but after chewing it halfway, he shot up, eyes suddenly wide with alarm. 

“W-what’s wrong?” You asked, voice shaky, not expecting him to move so suddenly. 

He opened his mouth to reply, before realizing it was bad manners to speak with his mouth full, swallowing down the sweet before responding. “The chocolate . . where did you get it from?” 

You blinked at him, humming in confusion. “What do you mean? These are the ones that you brought back?”

Slingshot was silent for a moment . . the chill air of the room blowing against his sweaty skin doing nothing to cool down his body. 

“Fuck.”

A/N : for a certain person :3 song is sugar !!! its super good . . anyways uhh hope u enjoyed! this was a bit experimental

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PRINCESS TREATMENT

╰┈➤ Overview ; Giving your favorite dairy cow the love he deserves <33

( ! ) Sub! Cow Hybrid! Mydei x Dom! Male! Reader , Hybrid AU/Farm AU , overstimulation , rough and soft sex , heat cycles , bondage , use of milking machine , breeding , probably ooc mydei, aftercare , milk drinking , worshipping mydei , Phainon seen and mentioned once , litte plot with porn/smut , calling mydei prince/sweet cow , sex marathon , soft at the end

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( ✎ ) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes I might make in the future fics. And also, please do not be afraid to comment if I misplace or misuse a tag/warning! I also forgot to mention that each hybrid has its own unique story and plot. However, sometimes I might connect their stories for fun. I might also add special chapters in the future featuring multiple characters in one story. ;)))

You had only been working on your uncle’s farm for a few weeks when you realized the real nature of the job. The hybrids weren’t just livestock to be tended; they needed release, comfort, and someone to take the edge off their instincts. At first the idea had shocked you, but the pay was good, the hybrids were respectful, and after a while you found yourself looking forward to certain shifts more than others.

Mydei was one of them.

He stood out the moment you saw him—tall, broad-shouldered, light-blond hair tipped in red that caught the sunlight whenever he moved. His yellow eyes held a sun-like glow, and crimson tattoos traced patterns across his skin. His cow ears twitched at the side of his head, and a matching tail flicked behind him whenever he grew restless.

Most striking of all were the heavy, milk-heavy pecs that sat high on his muscular chest, always faintly leaking when his heat cycle crept closer.

You had watched him spar with the another hybrid, Phainon, more times than you cared to admit. Every flex of those powerful arms, every controlled shove and counter, made your mouth water.

Yet Mydei never lost his composure; even in play he remained graceful, almost regal. He treated you with the same quiet respect, lowering his gaze just enough to acknowledge your authority without ever seeming submissive by nature. It made you want to give him everything he deserved—affection and touches that would leave him trembling.

And that afternoon you had him exactly where you wanted him.

Mydei sat straddling your lap in the quiet back room of the barn, the scent of fresh hay and warm earth thick in the air. Sunlight slanted through the half-open door, painting golden stripes across his flushed skin. His wrists were loosely bound behind his back with soft leather straps you kept for this purpose, not tight enough to hurt but enough to keep him from hiding. The milking machine hummed quietly on the table beside you, its suction cups already glistening from the milk that had already leaked free.

He shifted, ears flicking, tail curling around your thigh as if seeking anchor. “[N-Name]… this is embarrassing,” he muttered, voice low and rough. A fresh gush of milk spilled from his left pec when your thumbs brushed over the stiff, dark nipples. The warm liquid ran down his abs in slow rivulets, soaking the waistband of the loose pants he still wore.

“Shh, my sweet cow,” you murmured against the shell of his ear, one hand sliding up to cup the heavy swell of his chest. “Let me worship you the way you deserve.”

Mydei’s breath hitched. His hips rolled forward without his permission, grinding the hard line of his cock against your stomach. Even through the fabric you could feel how wet he already was—another quirk of his heat cycle.

You pressed a kiss to the crimson tattoo that curved over his collarbone, then lower, until your lips closed around one leaking nipple. The taste hit you instantly: sweet, rich, warmer than you expected. Mydei’s whole body jerked, a broken moan tearing from his throat as you sucked hard enough to draw another spurt straight onto your tongue.

You didn’t rush. You took your time, alternating between gentle laps and firmer pulls, letting the milk coat your lips and chin while your free hand kneaded the other pec, rolling the nipple between your fingers until more milk beaded and dripped. Mydei’s head fell back, blond-red hair spilling over his shoulders, chest heaving with every shaky breath. His bound hands flexed uselessly behind him, muscles in his arms standing out in sharp relief.

When you finally pulled back, a thin string of milk still connected your mouth to his nipple. You licked it away and smiled up at him. “Such a good prince for me.”

His yellow eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide. “Please… more,” he whispered, voice cracking on the word.

You reached for the milking machine. The soft silicone cups fit perfectly over his swollen pecs, and the moment you switched it on the rhythmic suction began. Mydei’s back arched hard, a guttural sound escaping him as the machine drew long, steady streams of milk from both sides at once. His cock twitched visibly inside his pants, a dark spot spreading where precum had already soaked through.

You didn’t give him time to adjust. Your hands gripped his hips, manhandling him forward until his ass settled more firmly against the bulge in your own pants. You ground up into him in slow, deliberate rolls, letting him feel exactly how hard you were while the machine continued its relentless work. Mydei’s thighs trembled on either side of you. Every time the suction pulled, his hips jerked, grinding down harder, chasing friction.

“[Name]—ah—too much!!” he gasped, yet his body betrayed him, pushing into every touch. Heat rolled off him in waves; you could smell the thick, musky sweetness of his heat growing stronger by the minute.

You freed his cock with one hand, wrapping your fingers around the thick, leaking length. It was already slick, and when you stroked him in time with the machine’s rhythm he cried out, hips bucking. Milk continued to flow into the collection tubes while you worked him steadily, thumb swiping over the slit to gather the clear fluid that mixed with the occasional pearl of something thicker.

“Gonna make you come just like this,” you told him, voice low and steady. “Then I’m going to bend you over and breed you until that pretty little hole can’t hold any more.”

Mydei’s ears flattened back, tail lashing. “Yesyesyes—please—fuck me, fill me—”

You didn’t make him wait long.

The first time you took him that afternoon, you kept the milking machine running. You bent him over the sturdy wooden table, chest pressed to the smooth surface, ass presented and already slick from the heat-slick that had leaked down his thighs.

The suction cups stayed attached, still drawing milk in rhythmic pulses while you lined up and pushed inside in one long, relentless thrust. Mydei’s cry echoed off the barn walls. His inner walls clenched around you, hot and tight and fluttering with every pull of the machine.

You didn’t hold back. Your hands gripped his hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulling him back to meet every snap of your hips. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the mechanical hum and Mydei’s broken moans. Every time you bottomed out you felt the machine tug another spurt of milk from his chest, and the sight of it—his powerful body reduced to shaking, leaking, desperate need—made your own control fray.

You bred him thoroughly that first round, grinding deep when you came and holding there until every pulse had been milked from you. Mydei’s own orgasm followed seconds later, his untouched cock spurting thick ropes across the floor while the machine kept working his chest. He was still trembling when you finally eased the suction cups off, but the moment you pulled out he was already pushing back, wordlessly begging for more.

You gave it to him.

The second time you took him on the hay-strewn floor, on his back this time so you could watch his face. His wrists remained bound above his head, attached to a low ring on the wall. You straddled his chest first, feeding one leaking nipple into your mouth while your hand worked his cock in slow, twisting strokes. He tasted even sweeter after the machine had already drawn so much from him. When you finally sank your cock inside him with deliberate control, rolling your hips in deep circles that had him sobbing your name.

“More—!! harder—please, I can take it—,” he begged, voice hoarse. His yellow eyes were wet, tears of overstimulation clinging to his lashes, yet he kept grinding his hips to meet you, chasing every brutal thrust.

You gave him exactly what he asked for. You flipped him onto his stomach again, hauled his hips up, and drove back inside with enough force to make the table legs scrape. Mydei’s tail wrapped around your waist like an anchor while you pounded into him, one hand fisted in his hair, the other reaching around to stroke his oversensitive cock in time with your thrusts. He came again with a broken wail, walls fluttering and milking you until you followed, flooding him a second time.

By the third round his heat had peaked fully.

He was incoherent, begging in broken sentences, milk still leaking in thin streams down his chest even without the machine.

You took him against the wall, one of his legs hooked over your arm so you could drive even deeper. Every thrust punched a gasp from his lungs. You kissed him through it—messy, open-mouthed kisses that tasted of salt and milk and desperation. When you came this time you stayed buried, grinding slow circles while you whispered praise against his ear.

“Good boy… my perfect prince… took everything so well.”

Mydei’s answer was a shaky, grateful moan, his body going pliant in your arms.

You then unbound his wrists first, rubbing circulation back into them with gentle thumbs. Then you cleaned him with warm cloths, careful around the tender skin of his chest and the puffy rim of his hole. You brought him water and a small bowl of the sweet feed the hybrids liked, feeding him by hand while he leaned against your chest, tail curled loosely around your calf. Every few minutes you pressed soft kisses to his forehead, his eyelids, the corner of his mouth, murmuring how beautiful he looked when he let go.

Mydei’s voice was hoarse when he finally spoke again. “[Name]… can we… again? Still feels empty.”

You smiled against his hair, already feeling yourself get hard again. “Anything for my sweet cow. Lie back and let me take care of you.”

The sun had shifted lower by the time you finally carried him to the soft pile of blankets in the corner.

You took him once more—slow this time, almost tender, one hand cradling the back of his head while the other stroked his cock in time with your deep, rolling thrusts. Mydei came with a soft, broken sound, and you followed soon after, filling him one last time before pulling him into your arms.

He drifted in that hazy space between exhaustion and satisfaction, milk still faintly beading at his nipples, body marked with your hands and your release. You stayed with him, petting his ears, tracing his tattoos and kept whispering how proud you were of him.

Outside, the farm continued its quiet rhythm, but inside the barn there was only the sound of Mydei’s breathing and the steady beat of your heart against his back.

And you already knew you would be back tomorrow, ready to give your prince everything he needed all over again.

wc— 1826.

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[kamiyadidi]

Eternity || Sua x F!Reader

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TW: Angst

ALIEN STAGE x F! Reader

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"hear the clock ticking on the wall"

The first thing Sua noticed about you was your laugh.

It wasn't particularly graceful.

It echoed through the halls of Anakt Garden, bouncing off the white walls like you had forgotten where you were. The older children glared whenever they heard it. The teachers frowned. Even the workers occasionally sighed when you passed by.

You didn't seem to care.

To you, another day meant another opportunity to smile.

To Sua...

Another day meant surviving.

The first time Sua formally met you, she thought you were like a hero in the children's book that has saved the princess in distress.

THUD!

The bully landed flat on his back.

The second bully rushed you.

You ducked.

His momentum carried him straight into the wall.

The third didn't even get the chance.

You kicked him squarely in the shin before shoving him away.

"Bullying's bad!"

You declared angrily, "So don't do it!"

The older children scattered before they could be beaten up by you again.

Only you remained with Sua.

You looked down at the dusty Sua that stared at you in disbelief.

Then smiled so brightly it almost hurt to look at.

"Hi!"

You held out your hand, "My name is [Name]."

"What's yours?"

Sua stared at your hand.

Nobody had ever introduced themselves to her before.

"...Sua."

"It's nice to meet you Sua!" You shook her hand enthusiastically.

"Don't worry."

You pointed confidently toward yourself, "Since I'm older than you,"

Your smile somehow became even brighter, "I'll protect you."

GRUMBLE..

Your stomach growled loud enough for everyone in the hallway to hear.

Your face turned scarlet.

"...Pretend that didn't happen."

Sua blinked.

Then a tiny laugh escaped her lips before speaking again, "I'm actually seven"

"Whaaat?" You looked at her in disbelief, yes you're still older by a whole year but why was she so short as a seven year old? Scratching your head, you immediately changed the subject. "Anyways, I'm starving so lets head in, I think it's almost lunch time anyway"

You quickly took her hand and ran towards the large building, tugging her alongside you.

She looked at your back, feeling a bit giddy inside.

"losing sleep, losing track of the tears I cry"

"Sua, are you ready?"

You asked her as you held her hand, waiting for the timer to hit for the stage to start.

Sua smiled brightly as she nodded, "yeah! We finally get to sing together, I'm very happy!"

The two for you came into view of the aliens. You can feel that Sua was nervous from the way she started to tighten her hand around yours.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here" You whispered, reassuring her before you hear the music come in.

You started to sing the first note, following behind was Sua with her harmonizing vocals.

Sua was an amazing singer, but so are you. Unfortunately her voice wasn't as appealing to the aliens as yours and the votes going into you immediately spiked up just one minute in.

Every increase made your stomach twist tighter.

You didn't need to look at the scoreboard anymore.

You already knew.

If this continues then Sua would die.

She must have known too.

Yet when you glanced toward her, she wasn't looking at the votes.

She was looking at you while smiling.

Not because she thought she'd survive.

Because she was singing with you.

Just like she'd always wanted.

Your chest hurt.

No.

No.

No.

The song continued.

Twenty seconds.

Your fingers tightened around the microphone.

If you kept singing, she would disappear.

If you stopped then you would.

It was a hard but also easy choice to make. It's okay if I die, its going to hurt for a second, but it will be okay. You inwardly soothed yourself.

Your hand released the microphone that you were holding.

Clang.

The microphone struck the stage and the music stopped.

The audience also fell silent.

You turned your head to look at her one more time, she looked at you in horror as she knew what was going to happen to you.

You walked towards her to embrace her one more time.

Sua buried her face against your shoulder.

Your shirt slowly grew damp.

She was crying.

"...Hey."

You rested your cheek lightly against her hair.

Your voice trembled despite yourself, "Its okay, everything will be okay."

Sua clutched the back of your shirt desperately.

"No."

"I don't want this."

"I don't want you to protect me."

Her words dissolved into sobs.

"I wanted..."

"I wanted you to live."

You closed your eyes, "And so did I."

The embrace lasted only a few seconds before you pulled away, enough to look at her.

Holding back the urge to cry, you smiled.

"Don't cry."

You brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I will always be with you."

BANG!

Your body jerked.

Sua screamed.

BANG!

Your knees fell to the ground, but fortunately Sua caught you before you could hit the floor.

BANG!

The world fell silent.

Warm blood soaked through her hands.

"...No..."

You struggled to keep your eyes open.

It hurts a lot, even though you mentally had prepared yourself for this moment, it still hurts.

But she was alive. And that's all you need to know for you to be relieved even if you're dying.

"every breath is a break in the riptide"

"Sua..."

She shook her head violently, "please.."

Sua pressed her trembling hands against your wounds as though she could stop them from pouring out violently, "You'll be okay."

"You have to be okay."

You raised your hand weakly.

Your fingertips brushed away tears rolling down her cheek.

"...You're crying again."

A tiny smile curved your lips.

"I told you..."

"..I will always protect you." and I kept that promise.

Your hand slipped away from her face.

It hit the stage with a soft thud.

"how long has it been? I don't know"

Sua watched as your skin gets paler and paler, your body temperature dropping at lightning speed.

She had no idea how long its been, but it felt like an insane amount of time just her holding your dead body while blankly stare off to the bright spotlights with the aliens watching you two in annoyance.

Some complained the end had been disappointing.

Others scoffed.

To them...

It had only been another performance.

The security guards approached.

"Remove the body."

Sua tightened her grip around you.

"don't.."

They reached again.

Her voice cracked, "Don't touch her!"

She screamed, she thrashed, she threw a fit just trying to hold onto you even a second longer.

The aliens, annoyed at her for making their jobs harder, inserted a needle to sedate her.

Her body froze.

No..

Please...

Don't take her away from me!

The last thing she saw before darkness swallowed her was your smile.

"it feels like an eternity since I had you here with me"

Sua awoke with a gasp.

Her breath felt restless as she try to look around to see if you're here in the hospital, a tiniest hope that you could still be alive.. Maybe you'd be saved since you've got a really good voice that can generate profit right?

But nobody was here.

Nobody but her.

Drip.. Drip..

Her eyes immediately started to moisten again, she tried to scream but she couldn't.

Sua bit her lips until it started bleeding as she remembered your last moments.

How cruel of you [Name].

She couldn't breathe again.

Everything hurts.

Her fingers dug into the hospital blanket until her knuckles turned white.

You were gone.

Really gone.

"I was supposed to die..."

The words barely left her lips, "I was ready to die for you."

Her voice broke.

"So why... why aren't you the one laying on this bed?"

Sua, with her hands on her heart as she silently cried for what seems like an eternity.

"to be with you in paradise, what I wouldn't sacrifice"

Days passed.

Or weeks.

Sua couldn't tell anymore.

I miss you.

That was what has been on her mind since that day, nothing else. She could barely eat, she just stared at the food in daze.

I should just die.

Other people that used to be your friends alongside Sua felt like she had been a living corpse, waiting for her day to die.

"Um.. Miss Sua, are you okay?"

Sua snapped out of her daze and looked at the girl in pink hair who was smiling softly at her.

"I'm fine," Sua said weakly.

The girl stepped forward, "My name is Mizi."

She held out the flowers.

"We're partners for the next performance."

Sua accepted them without thinking.

"I hope..."

Mizi smiled awkwardly, "that we can get along before the round begins."

Sua's grip tightened around the flowers.

They trembled in her hands.

"...Thank you."

Mizi blinked and smiled brightly.

For just a second...

The smile reminded Sua of you.

"it's a hell that I call home"

[chrisssiren]

TRANSLUCENT RUFFLE && BOW DIVIDERS

⟢ different version of the dividers from this post

ICED COFFEE

CHOCOLATE

WAFFLES && SYRUP

MATCHA

WINE

STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE

⟢ Like/reblog if you use.

⟢ Credit is not necessary (but it’s appreciated).

[chrisssiren]

TRANSLUCENT RUFFLE && BOW DIVIDERS

⟢ different version of the dividers from this post

ICED COFFEE

CHOCOLATE

WAFFLES && SYRUP

MATCHA

WINE

STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE

⟢ Like/reblog if you use.

⟢ Credit is not necessary (but it’s appreciated).

[eaissilyy]

Petrova “I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY BOSS” taskforce

[ttara-hae-archive]

frame dump for @hyrdere

[justanotherlen]

my teams in conquer

[baiiapi]

vampire subspace..

— finders, keepers

one sip of your blood was enough to make him utterly obsessed.

wc: 2.1k, cw: subspace, kidnapping, biting

( alternate universe, vampire subspace, explorer reader )

you weren’t entirely sure how you stumbled into such a situation.

the last thing you remembered were the metal gates surrounding a manor, the surfaces growing rusty and emitting an unpleasant smell. word had spread amongst your guild of inphernals that this mansion harbored various rare treasures that wouldn’t exist in any other place. after much inquiry, you’d learnt that its previous owner was a renowned inventor who suffered a grave accident, leading to his death. 

the tale sounded simple enough. an abandoned manor with several valuables inside, perhaps heavily guarded with traps or security systems. upon entering, you swore it appeared perfectly normal, like every other excursion you’d been a part of. dark rooms clouded with dust and cobwebs, metal scraps and shards of glass vials littered across the floor, traces of papers with blueprints scribbled all over… judging from the peaceful surroundings, you were sure this would be another successful quest to add into your collection. 

perhaps that assumption was your most fatal mistake. your journey progressed with so much ease that you’d failed to notice the pink gas that slowly slid into each of the rooms. 

was it a defense mechanism installed within the manor itself? a rather complicated one, considering your time period. several of your fellow scientists haven’t even considered the use of poisonous gases as a weapon. how was this sort of technology even installed in such a pla—

“ah ah ah,” a melodic voice floated into the air, waking you from your slumber. the first sensation you felt was something binding your entire body, restricting even the smallest movements. through your blurred vision, you realized that you were tied up against a chair within a dim room. the ground beneath you felt like torn up paper, and upon looking up, you realized you were in a laboratory. surrounding you were several broken metal models resembling… guards? or robots? 

a laboratory with robots? in such an era? surely that should be impossible. the tools and containers scattered around this place were far too advanced for the average invento—

“still in your slumber?” 

a set of sharp claws grazed over the side of your neck. they felt cold and fleeting, but dangerous enough to cause some serious damage.

“i can tell that you’re awake,” the fingers dragged up to your cheek, their touch just shy of gripping your skin, “perhaps you’re thinking of what led you into such an unfortunate position?”

a shiver ran down your spine, and judging from their giggle, they noticed it well. 

“oh, don’t tell me you’re already regretting your decisions!” their voice chirped right beside your ear, though the gesture was anything but friendly. “i’m sure it’s too late for a rat like you to be considering anything right now. do you mortals not know it’s so incredibly rude to trespass a place like this?”

mortals?

before you could even reply, the claws gripped at the back of your chair, immediately spinning you around. 

standing before you was no doubt a figure resembling an inphernal, their skin unnaturally pale and their lone eye scowling with hostility. they were draped in a large black cloak and a black gas mask, covering their skin almost completely. their most prominent features had to be the set of bright pink horns, and what seemed to be a floating crystal right in between. 

upon closer inspection, you swore that their appearance looked eerily familiar… 

“must you stare at me so intensely?” the figure sneered, “such flattery would’ve brought me to tears! if only i could receive a good explanation as to why you were snooping around so giddily…” 

“i- i…” you choked. you should’ve seen the signs the moment you entered your first room. it was impossible for a mission to be so easy. “i apologize! i didn’t mean to—”

“you didn’t mean to…” they purred. right away, they held up your leather bag, the objects inside clinking against each other. “surely, you didn’t mean to take all of my precious items with such a delighted smile on your face?”

ah. there was no denying that part.  

although, their choice of wording was rather peculiar. you were sure this place was completely abandoned, so why did they speak of having such ownership? 

the more you stared at their features, the more you slowly started to connect the dots. this manor did have an owner, the genius inventor and the unsavory rumors surrounding the circumstances of his death several decades ago. everyone had assumed that he was dead, even if his actual body was never found—you’d read through the papers detailing such news on the board with several other guild members.

bright pink horns. laboratories. the unfinished blueprints…

you’d been such a fool from the very beginning. 

“aha—! that look in your eyes is priceless!” they laughed, “with a face this memorable, i would’ve been incredibly offended if you were still clueless about my identity.”

“...subspace,” the inventor himself, in the flesh. but how? how has his body remained functional throughout the years? a normal deceased inphernal would’ve been rotting or disintegrating within weeks, and their features would’ve become unrecognizable by then. “i… i don’t understand, how are you still—”

“of course you don’t! such concepts would be far too complicated for a mind like yours.” 

wow. rude.

“hm, if i had to explain so graciously…” subspace tapped at his chin, “let’s just say right before that wretched scientist tried to kill me, i… experimented with a little something as a safety precaution. and would you believe it? the next thing i knew, i was still alive! breathing! in this very lab! i tried all sorts of tests, but for some reason, i’d become immune to death itself!”

“i’m… not following.”

“ugh, must i explain it so thoroughly?” he huffed, crossing his arms, “i’m still alive, that’s a fact. but, i’ve been afflicted with two conditions specifically. even if i may look oh so pristine right now…” 

he raised up his right arm, revealing what appears to be dark pink marks resembling rotting skin. if you looked closely, the left side of his face also bore similar stripes all over. 

“it’s all that man’s fault! the utter audacity—to inflict such hideous scars on me and still have the nerve to run, calling it a bloody accident!” subspace continued on, “my life has been terribly inconvenient. parts of my body are actively rotting, and i could do little to sustain myself! begs the question how i’m still faring until now, don’t you think?” 

well… now you did not really want to know.

“which brings me to my next point…” subspace’s tone dropped low as he leaned forward, his hand moving over to the clasps of his gas mask. with a loud click, the material fell away to reveal the expanse of his jaw, the skin peeling off to expose specks of flesh and bone underneath. “i’ve discovered that my condition renders ordinary food as completely useless for my body. i kept testing, and testing—oh, how could i possibly survive? my own internal systems are rejecting basic nutrition!” 

his claws reached out, poking at the side of your neck. with his face up close, you could smell the potent scent of chemicals and toxin, which slowly emitted from the spaces between his sharp teeth.

“out of pure coincidence, i found the solution,” he grinned devilishly, “my source of nutrition came from consuming… blood.”

immediately, the claws dug deep into your neck, causing your body to jolt. from the scale of the pain, you knew his intentions were to draw blood. 

pulling back, subspace inspected the tips of his fingers, which glistened with a bright shade of red. with a pleased hum, he brought them up to his mouth, as if to test the quality of your blood. the scientist fell speechless for a moment, his mind too busy conjuring up the right words to describe what he’d just consumed.

“how curious,” he pondered, licking away any remaining traces of your blood, “from my notes, inphernal blood tends to be similar in consistency. it’s hard for me to distinguish each individual taste now, but…”

he leaned in again. 

“don’t look so shaken, little rat,” his teeth stretched into a threatening smirk, “after scurrying through my things so shamelessly, it’s only fair you repay me somehow, no? thievery is such a terrible crime, after all.” 

your eyes widened at his words—instantly, you struggled against the ropes securing you, but to no avail. 

subspace gazed over your form with much amusement, taking great pleasure in seeing your fruitless efforts to run. ultimately, his hands reached out to still your shoulders, the strength becoming too much for you to bear.

“brace yourself, mortal,” he cooed, “struggling will only make it hurt now.”

the sensation of pain shot right through your body.

subspace’s jaw shifted into the junction of your neck, his canines digging deep and breaking into your skin. the smell of iron drifted up to your nostrils, and right away, your body tensed up with every little movement his fangs made against your wound. it stung badly—more than you’d like to admit—and you tried your best to stifle your discomfort through gritted teeth. 

the canines remained in place as he drank down gulp after gulp of your blood, and after what felt like forever, you felt something wet dragging over the punctures—his tongue, presumably, or what remained of it. 

deciding that he’d had enough, the scientist finally pulled back. though, he still stayed a little too close for comfort. if you had to choose the right words to describe the expression on his face, subspace looked like he’d just found a specimen that he couldn’t wait to experiment more on. 

“ah…” his mouth stretched up into a wide, beaming smile, “i’ve underestimated you, mortal.” 

“wh– what?”

“your blood…” his claws grazed over your jaw, the touch dangerously affectionate, “ever since that accident, i’ve lost my sense of taste completely. every little drop has always been the same for me, but your blood…” 

his face inched closer to yours. 

“how should i explain it?” subspace’s mouth dipped down, brushing lightly over your wounds in what could be described as an imitation of a kiss. “it’s… invigorating. absolutely delightful. heavenly, even.”

for some reason, he appeared way more terrifying than his hostile self moments ago. 

“my precious machines have been gathering me nourishment for several decades, but the mortals they picked out were awfully boring,” he sighed dramatically, “blood has always been so dull for me, so why is it that yours is so… fulfilling?”

finally, the scientist pulled back, his movements now more energetic. he circled your chair gleefully, his fingers curiously grazing your bound frame every now and then. it made the hairs on your neck stand up—you’ve never wanted to bolt out of a building so fast. 

“you are a wonderful anomaly, sweetheart,” his head dropped to whisper right beside your ear, his voice sickeningly sweet, “i must keep you for my studies. surely, you don’t mind staying for a little while? after all, we must make your dreadful trip to my manor worth it.”

“ab– absolutely not!” your head shook rapidly, “let me go! i’m not interested—”

“do you truly think you have the right to decline, mortal? how adorable!” he mocked, placing a hand right over his chest, “i told you, remember? a little thief like you should be begging for forgiveness, and i know exactly what you could do to repay me.”

subspace walked over to his original position, bending down to retrieve the discarded gas mask. after some pacing and mumbling to himself, he turned over to glance at you, his lone eye appearing a little too enthusiastic. 

“fret not, i’ll gather the best arrangements for you!” he clasped his hands together, “this place may be a little rundown in some areas, but i’m certain you’ll make yourself at home in no time! i’ll make sure to treat you as my dearest test subject, doesn’t that just sound splendid?” 

your eyes glanced over to his hands, which seemed to be fumbling with something. a closer look indicated that he was holding a leg cuff and a syringe containing some mysterious substance—he was planning on keeping you locked up in here. long term.

“you… you are mad.” you trembled.

“mad? perhaps, but it’s been sooo lonely after all… won’t you save me the trouble of having to constantly find sustenance?” he walked over, ruffling your head. he made it clear that despite your discomfort, you had no say in the matter. “don’t worry, my creations will keep you perfectly safe and sound! you’d only harm yourself even more if you ran off now, wouldn’t you?”

silently, you could only pray that your guild cared enough to search for you.

so um

i'm sorry this one took a weird messed up turn i just find it very hard to depict subspace in a cutesy kawaii fluffy romantic scenario. esp with the vampire thing too...😵 some aspects of his rot may be written inaccurately and i'm so so so sorry for that it's really for the sake of the vampire scenario :(

this rq was what made me realize that in truth i'm actually really fucking scared of writing LMAOOOOO i love so many of the characters but i still don't understand all of them fully and that makes me a little on edge. thank you for continuously supporting my work though, mwah mwah !! x3

[baiiapi]

vampire subspace..

— finders, keepers

one sip of your blood was enough to make him utterly obsessed.

wc: 2.1k, cw: subspace, kidnapping, biting

( alternate universe, vampire subspace, explorer reader )

you weren’t entirely sure how you stumbled into such a situation.

the last thing you remembered were the metal gates surrounding a manor, the surfaces growing rusty and emitting an unpleasant smell. word had spread amongst your guild of inphernals that this mansion harbored various rare treasures that wouldn’t exist in any other place. after much inquiry, you’d learnt that its previous owner was a renowned inventor who suffered a grave accident, leading to his death. 

the tale sounded simple enough. an abandoned manor with several valuables inside, perhaps heavily guarded with traps or security systems. upon entering, you swore it appeared perfectly normal, like every other excursion you’d been a part of. dark rooms clouded with dust and cobwebs, metal scraps and shards of glass vials littered across the floor, traces of papers with blueprints scribbled all over… judging from the peaceful surroundings, you were sure this would be another successful quest to add into your collection. 

perhaps that assumption was your most fatal mistake. your journey progressed with so much ease that you’d failed to notice the pink gas that slowly slid into each of the rooms. 

was it a defense mechanism installed within the manor itself? a rather complicated one, considering your time period. several of your fellow scientists haven’t even considered the use of poisonous gases as a weapon. how was this sort of technology even installed in such a pla—

“ah ah ah,” a melodic voice floated into the air, waking you from your slumber. the first sensation you felt was something binding your entire body, restricting even the smallest movements. through your blurred vision, you realized that you were tied up against a chair within a dim room. the ground beneath you felt like torn up paper, and upon looking up, you realized you were in a laboratory. surrounding you were several broken metal models resembling… guards? or robots? 

a laboratory with robots? in such an era? surely that should be impossible. the tools and containers scattered around this place were far too advanced for the average invento—

“still in your slumber?” 

a set of sharp claws grazed over the side of your neck. they felt cold and fleeting, but dangerous enough to cause some serious damage.

“i can tell that you’re awake,” the fingers dragged up to your cheek, their touch just shy of gripping your skin, “perhaps you’re thinking of what led you into such an unfortunate position?”

a shiver ran down your spine, and judging from their giggle, they noticed it well. 

“oh, don’t tell me you’re already regretting your decisions!” their voice chirped right beside your ear, though the gesture was anything but friendly. “i’m sure it’s too late for a rat like you to be considering anything right now. do you mortals not know it’s so incredibly rude to trespass a place like this?”

mortals?

before you could even reply, the claws gripped at the back of your chair, immediately spinning you around. 

standing before you was no doubt a figure resembling an inphernal, their skin unnaturally pale and their lone eye scowling with hostility. they were draped in a large black cloak and a black gas mask, covering their skin almost completely. their most prominent features had to be the set of bright pink horns, and what seemed to be a floating crystal right in between. 

upon closer inspection, you swore that their appearance looked eerily familiar… 

“must you stare at me so intensely?” the figure sneered, “such flattery would’ve brought me to tears! if only i could receive a good explanation as to why you were snooping around so giddily…” 

“i- i…” you choked. you should’ve seen the signs the moment you entered your first room. it was impossible for a mission to be so easy. “i apologize! i didn’t mean to—”

“you didn’t mean to…” they purred. right away, they held up your leather bag, the objects inside clinking against each other. “surely, you didn’t mean to take all of my precious items with such a delighted smile on your face?”

ah. there was no denying that part.  

although, their choice of wording was rather peculiar. you were sure this place was completely abandoned, so why did they speak of having such ownership? 

the more you stared at their features, the more you slowly started to connect the dots. this manor did have an owner, the genius inventor and the unsavory rumors surrounding the circumstances of his death several decades ago. everyone had assumed that he was dead, even if his actual body was never found—you’d read through the papers detailing such news on the board with several other guild members.

bright pink horns. laboratories. the unfinished blueprints…

you’d been such a fool from the very beginning. 

“aha—! that look in your eyes is priceless!” they laughed, “with a face this memorable, i would’ve been incredibly offended if you were still clueless about my identity.”

“...subspace,” the inventor himself, in the flesh. but how? how has his body remained functional throughout the years? a normal deceased inphernal would’ve been rotting or disintegrating within weeks, and their features would’ve become unrecognizable by then. “i… i don’t understand, how are you still—”

“of course you don’t! such concepts would be far too complicated for a mind like yours.” 

wow. rude.

“hm, if i had to explain so graciously…” subspace tapped at his chin, “let’s just say right before that wretched scientist tried to kill me, i… experimented with a little something as a safety precaution. and would you believe it? the next thing i knew, i was still alive! breathing! in this very lab! i tried all sorts of tests, but for some reason, i’d become immune to death itself!”

“i’m… not following.”

“ugh, must i explain it so thoroughly?” he huffed, crossing his arms, “i’m still alive, that’s a fact. but, i’ve been afflicted with two conditions specifically. even if i may look oh so pristine right now…” 

he raised up his right arm, revealing what appears to be dark pink marks resembling rotting skin. if you looked closely, the left side of his face also bore similar stripes all over. 

“it’s all that man’s fault! the utter audacity—to inflict such hideous scars on me and still have the nerve to run, calling it a bloody accident!” subspace continued on, “my life has been terribly inconvenient. parts of my body are actively rotting, and i could do little to sustain myself! begs the question how i’m still faring until now, don’t you think?” 

well… now you did not really want to know.

“which brings me to my next point…” subspace’s tone dropped low as he leaned forward, his hand moving over to the clasps of his gas mask. with a loud click, the material fell away to reveal the expanse of his jaw, the skin peeling off to expose specks of flesh and bone underneath. “i’ve discovered that my condition renders ordinary food as completely useless for my body. i kept testing, and testing—oh, how could i possibly survive? my own internal systems are rejecting basic nutrition!” 

his claws reached out, poking at the side of your neck. with his face up close, you could smell the potent scent of chemicals and toxin, which slowly emitted from the spaces between his sharp teeth.

“out of pure coincidence, i found the solution,” he grinned devilishly, “my source of nutrition came from consuming… blood.”

immediately, the claws dug deep into your neck, causing your body to jolt. from the scale of the pain, you knew his intentions were to draw blood. 

pulling back, subspace inspected the tips of his fingers, which glistened with a bright shade of red. with a pleased hum, he brought them up to his mouth, as if to test the quality of your blood. the scientist fell speechless for a moment, his mind too busy conjuring up the right words to describe what he’d just consumed.

“how curious,” he pondered, licking away any remaining traces of your blood, “from my notes, inphernal blood tends to be similar in consistency. it’s hard for me to distinguish each individual taste now, but…”

he leaned in again. 

“don’t look so shaken, little rat,” his teeth stretched into a threatening smirk, “after scurrying through my things so shamelessly, it’s only fair you repay me somehow, no? thievery is such a terrible crime, after all.” 

your eyes widened at his words—instantly, you struggled against the ropes securing you, but to no avail. 

subspace gazed over your form with much amusement, taking great pleasure in seeing your fruitless efforts to run. ultimately, his hands reached out to still your shoulders, the strength becoming too much for you to bear.

“brace yourself, mortal,” he cooed, “struggling will only make it hurt now.”

the sensation of pain shot right through your body.

subspace’s jaw shifted into the junction of your neck, his canines digging deep and breaking into your skin. the smell of iron drifted up to your nostrils, and right away, your body tensed up with every little movement his fangs made against your wound. it stung badly—more than you’d like to admit—and you tried your best to stifle your discomfort through gritted teeth. 

the canines remained in place as he drank down gulp after gulp of your blood, and after what felt like forever, you felt something wet dragging over the punctures—his tongue, presumably, or what remained of it. 

deciding that he’d had enough, the scientist finally pulled back. though, he still stayed a little too close for comfort. if you had to choose the right words to describe the expression on his face, subspace looked like he’d just found a specimen that he couldn’t wait to experiment more on. 

“ah…” his mouth stretched up into a wide, beaming smile, “i’ve underestimated you, mortal.” 

“wh– what?”

“your blood…” his claws grazed over your jaw, the touch dangerously affectionate, “ever since that accident, i’ve lost my sense of taste completely. every little drop has always been the same for me, but your blood…” 

his face inched closer to yours. 

“how should i explain it?” subspace’s mouth dipped down, brushing lightly over your wounds in what could be described as an imitation of a kiss. “it’s… invigorating. absolutely delightful. heavenly, even.”

for some reason, he appeared way more terrifying than his hostile self moments ago. 

“my precious machines have been gathering me nourishment for several decades, but the mortals they picked out were awfully boring,” he sighed dramatically, “blood has always been so dull for me, so why is it that yours is so… fulfilling?”

finally, the scientist pulled back, his movements now more energetic. he circled your chair gleefully, his fingers curiously grazing your bound frame every now and then. it made the hairs on your neck stand up—you’ve never wanted to bolt out of a building so fast. 

“you are a wonderful anomaly, sweetheart,” his head dropped to whisper right beside your ear, his voice sickeningly sweet, “i must keep you for my studies. surely, you don’t mind staying for a little while? after all, we must make your dreadful trip to my manor worth it.”

“ab– absolutely not!” your head shook rapidly, “let me go! i’m not interested—”

“do you truly think you have the right to decline, mortal? how adorable!” he mocked, placing a hand right over his chest, “i told you, remember? a little thief like you should be begging for forgiveness, and i know exactly what you could do to repay me.”

subspace walked over to his original position, bending down to retrieve the discarded gas mask. after some pacing and mumbling to himself, he turned over to glance at you, his lone eye appearing a little too enthusiastic. 

“fret not, i’ll gather the best arrangements for you!” he clasped his hands together, “this place may be a little rundown in some areas, but i’m certain you’ll make yourself at home in no time! i’ll make sure to treat you as my dearest test subject, doesn’t that just sound splendid?” 

your eyes glanced over to his hands, which seemed to be fumbling with something. a closer look indicated that he was holding a leg cuff and a syringe containing some mysterious substance—he was planning on keeping you locked up in here. long term.

“you… you are mad.” you trembled.

“mad? perhaps, but it’s been sooo lonely after all… won’t you save me the trouble of having to constantly find sustenance?” he walked over, ruffling your head. he made it clear that despite your discomfort, you had no say in the matter. “don’t worry, my creations will keep you perfectly safe and sound! you’d only harm yourself even more if you ran off now, wouldn’t you?”

silently, you could only pray that your guild cared enough to search for you.

so um

i'm sorry this one took a weird messed up turn i just find it very hard to depict subspace in a cutesy kawaii fluffy romantic scenario. esp with the vampire thing too...😵 some aspects of his rot may be written inaccurately and i'm so so so sorry for that it's really for the sake of the vampire scenario :(

this rq was what made me realize that in truth i'm actually really fucking scared of writing LMAOOOOO i love so many of the characters but i still don't understand all of them fully and that makes me a little on edge. thank you for continuously supporting my work though, mwah mwah !! x3

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