The Ark is a ship on a 1000 year voyage to take the survivors of a dying fantasy world to a new home. They live in a massive biosphere without knowing it. The ship is controlled by The Captain. A radiation leak caused massive fertility decline in the specimens so The Captain has been kidnapping humans to be used to encourage copulation among the specimens. The humans have womb tattoos that act as tags to keep track of individual humans. The womb tattoos also send vitals back to The Captain so they can track the progress of the mission. Furthermore, the tattoos have color cycles to indicate fertility on those with wombs, glowing pink when ovulation is occurring.
The humans brought to the Ark and the creatures living in the Ark have no idea this is a ship. Many of the sapient monsters think the gods have given them humans to be able to reproduce. The world is functionally a fantasy world.
Monsters fall into three distinct categories: Sapients, Semi-Sapients, and Non-Sapients. Sapient species have cultures, complex language, and larger society structures with hierarchies. Semi-Sapient species have small family pack units, very limit tool use, rudimentary language use, no formal chosen hierarchies. Non-sapient species have no indication of higher intelligence or formalized socialization and only function on instinct.
Below the cut is a list of the creatures so far and their pregnancy details. Will also be linking them to lore posts for the creatures as I make lore for them! Some of these rankings and classifications will probably change. Had a close friend help me a lot with the world building ^^
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The below links take you to information posts that include master lists.
Sapient:
Orcs : livebirth 9 m gestation
Minotaur : livebirth 9 m gestation
Lamia/Naga (may have cultural differences) : egg laying 5 m gestation
Fae : flowering 7-12 w gestation
Vampire : livebirth 9 m gestation
Witches : livebirth 6 m gestation
Demons: livebirth 5 m gestation
Semi-Sapient:
gnoll : livebirth 3-4 m gestation
harpies : egg laying2 m gestation
Yokai : (varies greatly) gestation
pixies : flowering 7-12 w gestation
ghosts : goop 1 hr gestation
Centaur : livebirth 1 yr gestation
Merfolk : varies but many egg laying 1 w gestation
dinner at your boyfriend’s promises an evening of bliss
kinktober 2021
fyi: m!orc x f!reader; no fandom; 6739; w2189; zhol ( orc , 7’1,” 300+lbs ) and yn have been together for 6 months . you’ve been intimate before but have never had traditional sex . established relationship; fluff and smut; flirting; dirty talk; kissing; use of toys (dildo and stroker); fingering; slight size kink (it’s more like them acknowledging their differences and making it work); minor cum eating; slight cum play; unprotected sex: sorry for any mistakes!; slight description thruout
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“Hi,” you say, tone a bit shy despite the excitement in your eyes.
Zhol smirks at you, leaning against his door frame as the pair of you eye each other up. It’s only been a few days, but it feels as though it’s been weeks since you last saw your boyfriend, and standing in front of him right now makes you feel vulnerable in a way you don’t typically allow yourself to be. In a way that he doesn’t typically make you feel, and it’s oddly thrilling.
“Hey, baby,” he greets you, voice low in his chest. It draws heat down your spine, pulling you forward as though drawn by string. “I’ve missed you.”
You close the space between you all, moaning softly when his big arm finally curls around your body and cuddles you to his. Taking a deep breath of him, you wrap your arms around his body as best you can and bury your face nearly under his arm as you press yourself closer.
“I missed you more,” you tell him. “So much that I wish I could just….live inside you.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating in his chest as he rubs your side and back comfortingly. “You’re tiny enough, little human,” he teases. “I could probably fit you in my pocket.”
“Ha-ha,” you fake laugh, looking up at him for a kiss. “I’m sorry I can’t be a big, strong orc-woman.”
“I forgive you” -you laugh as he smiles- “but I love you the way you are.”
“Yeah?” You sigh into a kiss, pressing up on your tiptoes to get closer to him. “So…you gonna invite me in or what?”
“Nah,” he says against your lips, tusks moving gentle across your soft skin. “I want to fuck you right here.”
Your eyes widen, hands clutching at his shirt, and it only takes a moment for him to lift you up off the ground and carry you into his house. He holds you up high enough for you to look down at him and you use it as an opportunity to brush your fingers through his thick, dark hair, your eyes bouncing back and forth between his eyes and mouth as you wrap your legs around him.
“Right here?” you ask before he can close his door, your legs flexing around him.
He squeezes your bum in response, watching you hungrily. “From behind. Hook your legs over my forearm…let everyone see how much pleasure I bring my baby.”
“Zhol-”
He grins at you, dark eyes sparkling. “I’m far too selfish of a male to allow that,” he tells you, locking the door before carrying you to his kitchen.
“It smells good in here,” you say, sniffing the air to pick up the spices. It’s familiar, with a little bit of a twist, and it causes your stomach to grumble in anticipation.
He sets you down on the counter, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before abandoning you for the stove. “I’m making your favorite,” he tells you over his shoulder. “Nearly done…You wanna eat before or after?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
You jump off his counter and cross the space to cuddle into him from behind, resting your cheek on his back. “Are you fucking my throat today?”
His whole body tenses, shivering at the question, and it brings a smile to your face as you wait. “No…I have other plans.”
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“That’s a good girl,” Zhol murmurs, his large, rough hands heavy on your hips, holding you upright as you fuck yourself on his lap, bouncing on the thick, bulbous dildo he bought you a few months ago.
You whimper, eyes searching out his as your thighs begin to ache from overuse. “Zhol, please. Make me cum, baby. I can’t- haaa, fuck-” your eyes squeeze close as he tightens his hold on you, forcing you down a little harder “-I can’t take it, anymore.”
“Make you?” He asks, lifting you up effortlessly.
The toy stays planted where he has it strapped to his thigh, leaving you sobbing at the sudden emptiness. He crushes you to his chest, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach. Before you can complain one arm is sweeping under your thighs, manhandling you until your back is pressed against his strong chest and your legs are spread wide over his.
It’d hurt if you weren’t so desperate, your hips fucking into nothing-in search of anything to relieve the desire burning through you. You find relief in two long, thick fingers fucking into you as he deftly unlatches dildo and fists it. Your eyes stay focused- it’s smaller than Zhol’s cock and looks almost laughable in his grasp, but you’ve only just managed taking it without feeling like you’re going to die instead of cum. And as his fingers slip from your body you find yourself trembling in renewed anticipation.
“Let’s see how easy this pussy takes it,” he murmurs, words vibrating through you.
“‘m gonna cum,” you pant, body going taut as he teases your gaping hole with the tip. “‘m gonna cum, Zhol, baby-”
“Before I even fill you up?”
“Yes,” you breathe, fingers digging into his skin.
“Color?”
“Green. Green, green, green, just-”
You gasp as he thrusts it in, settling it deep inside you with just just a few strokes.
“What a sloppy fucking hole,” he taunts as you writhe above him, his arm holding you tight as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Look at that. Just hungry for a bigger cock now, huh?”
“Yours.”
He chuckles. “Does that mean I get to keep you all for myself, yn?”
“Yes- Zhol. Sto-stop. ‘s too much,” you cry, hips stuttering in overstimulation, your walls pulsing around the toy as you clutch at his arms and tilt your head back to look at him.
He grunts his reply, squeezing you tight and stuffing the dildo deep into you. Your body trembles and jerks in reply, desperate and exhausted and draped in bliss you aren’t sure is coming or going.
“Feet on my thighs,” he rasps, one arm holding you against his chest as the other frees his cock from his boxer-briefs.
He palms one of your breasts, leaning in to kiss your shoulder as you do as told. “You’re doing so well for me, my heart,” he tells you, pushing you deep into his lap as his big, thick cock bobs between his thighs.
Through your fucked out daze you nod, fighting to focus as he fists it, pumping a few times as he fits one of his strokers over the length of him. Your pussy continues to clench around the toy inside you, weak and thoroughly fucked but so hot for what’s to come. So desperate to be stuffed full of your lover.
He strains beneath you, obviously holding back his desire, and it’s hot. It’s so wonderfully sexy how much care he’s taken to ensure your comfort while he’s prepared you for him for months. And you still aren’t ready, and the thought causes tears to spill over.
“yn-”
“Green. I’m green. Zhol I just-” you swallow thickly. “Want you inside me so bad I-I feel empty.”
He touches you fondly, nails gentle as they graze your skin. “Soon,” he murmurs, body caving in on yours to kiss your head.
“Knees together,” he guides you, tugging at your nipples.
You do as told, feeling his cock throb between your thighs as they clothes around him. You reach for it, whimpering in response to his groan of pleasure from the feel of your soft hands sliding down the head, spreading pre-cum as far down his length as you can reach in your position.
“Gonna fuck my thighs, baby?” You tease, wiggling against him. Your fingers wrap around the stroker still gripping his cock, squeezing as it twitches in your hold. “Gonna fuck me and cum all over stomach?”
He groans again, his whole body vibrating beneath you as he squirts lube over his cock and your thighs. “Imma cover you in it” -he tosses the bottle to the side- “fuck it into that sloppy hole. You like that?”
“I love it. I want it so bad, Zholly, baby.”
You begin to jerk him off, keeping the stroker just below the fat head of his thick, dark cock, and watching in awe-filled lust as he begins to leak pre-cum.
Zhol wraps both arms around you, heavy and tight as he holds you close. He pinches your nipples, pushing his hips off the edge of his couch and angling himself just right. His heart pounds against your back and you very nearly feel yourself snapping for him, his self restraint driving you absolutely mad as you feel your pussy clench desperately around the toy- starving for more despite not being able to push it out- not with his cock stuffed snuggly between your soft thighs.
“Zhol,” you pant.
He chuckles in response, rough hands gentle as they rub at your skin.“I’ve got you. Keep your legs tight for me, yeah?”
You flex your thighs, eye sight wavering as you feel his moans and groans vibrating through you. He thrusts upward, slow and steady as he tests the position, leaving you whimpering for more. “Wanna feel you throbbing between thighs, rubbing against my swollen, fucked out pussy-”
“Who did that?”
His possessive tone causes you to tremble as you reach down to wrap both hands around the stroker. He slowly increases his pace, thrusting into the plush of your thighs as he grips your harder- using your body to get off.
“yn,” he growls, fucking you harder. His cock drags across your body, up and down your stomach as cum wets your breasts, just shy of titty-fucking you in this position.
“You, baby. You did, Zhol,” you pant, loving the way he throbs between your thighs, against your stomach, his body so much hotter than your own.
You stay focused on him, holding onto every shred of consciousness and watching as pre seeps from his tip and makes a mess of the both of you. Your body trembles with desire, near sated from the sight before you. His whimper draws you from your mind, your hands tightening around him.
“Color.”
“Gonna cum-”
“Color,” you demand again, unaccustomed to whimpers from him.
“Green, fuck- don’t let go-” His hand closes around yours, hips losing pace as he fucks into your thighs. “Love it, baby- green,” he mutters.
You hum in satisfaction, wiggling against him familiarly. “Cum for me, Zholly. Cover me in it. Wanna feel you all over my tits-wanna suck- haaa, baby-” you gasp as he lets go of your chest, arm hooking at the back of your knees before sliding downward and squeezing your legs tight.
“Suck what?” He asks, voice heady and focused.
“I wanna suck your cum off your fingers.”
He groans, cock throbbing against your fingers before he cums, thick and hot, thrusting hard between your thighs. It leaves you whimpering, walls clenching around the toy as your body trembles weakly, hands still wrapped around the stroker as you continue to jerk him off.
Zhol let’s go of your legs, still fucking into your thighs as he rides out his orgasm, moans low in his chest. “So good, baby,” he murmurs, body relaxing as he draws his fingers through the cum painting your stomach. “Open up-”
You open your mouth, moaning as his fingers fill your mouth.
“-good girl. You did so well for me.”
“You did so well for me, Zholly.”
He chuckles, sucking his fingers after you. “Relax.”
You draw your legs back over his, your fingers ghosting the hard length of his softening cock as you gather some of his cum. “Can I…Are you-” You break off with a gasp, your whole body jumping in overstimulation when your fingers brush your swollen clit.
“What, love?” He asks, fingers brushing down your side and squeezing your hips. “Keep touching yourself. Nice and slow for me.”
Taking his cock in one hand, he pushes the other between your thighs, lightly caressing yours before pushing his fingers into you, gripping the base of the toy. “Push it out,” he encourages, slowly stroking his cock as he watches.
“So hot,” he says under his breath, making a soothing sound in his chest as you whimper from the loss. “Were you worried I wasn’t going to duck my cum into you?”
You nod, hips grinding into his as you continue to rub your clit. Your head tilts back to look at him as he opens his mouth and fits the head of the dildo between his tusks. “Zhol-”
He smiles down at you, skin flushed darker and eyes still hazy with fire and desire as he rolls the toy along your stomach, coating it in a mix of lube and his cum. “Silly girl,” he teases, letting go of his cock long enough to grab your hand, pulling it from between your thighs and wrapping it around his cock.
It throbs in your hand, his nose brushing your hairline as teases your hole with the head of the dildo. “You know I’m not done with you-”
fyi; m! demon x f! reader; no fandom; 6739 ; w2217; if the text is bracketed ~like this~, only the reader can hear it; established relationship; on film; exhibitionism/public sex; cursing; pregnant sex; kissing ; breeding kink mentioned; jealous/ possessive behavior; soft/tender sex; fluff and smut; blood sucking (very, very minor); slight description in text but he can be whoever you want
~yn.~
You stiffen, eyes widening for a moment as you tap your card to the reader.
"Cold night," the cashier says, shivering a bit as they hand over your receipt and hot chocolate mix. "Hate this time of year."
~He's flirting.~
"Veil's the thinnest," you deadpan, packing everything into your tote bag. "All those creepy night creatures really drop the temperature."
~You're flirting.~
The cashier laughs nervously, nodding along before he asks, "You like ghosts, then?"
~He wants to fuck you... I'm standing right here and he wants to fuck you.~
"My boyfriend's a ghost."
"Oh."
"Well. He's called Ghost."
"Ooohh. He sells over on 5th, right?"
"No. He's... he's a dog trainer. Guard dogs, you know... real hellhounds."
~You're the fucking worst,~ Ghost sighs, leaning next to you on the counter.
His claws graze the plastic top and you watch the cashier react, his eyes darting to the counter to see three fresh scratches.
"Anyway- thanks. Have a good night, yeah?"
"Uh- yeah- "
You leave quickly, feeling the chill of Ghost behind you as you make your way around the side of the building. "You're far from home, aren't you?"
"You're my home," he tells you as he follows you toward your car.
"Jesus, Ghost," you laugh, tossing your purse into the backseat. "You're killing me."
He fills the space behind you, hand settling on your lower stomach as he fits himself into you. It’s a cold embrace on a colder night, but you find comfort in it and your eyes fall closed as you relax into him.
"It's true, though," he murmurs. "You're carrying my spaw- son. And if I have my way you'll always have a little bit of me inside you"
"Gross."
"Mmhm," he intones, kissing the shell of your ear. "Your desire to be bred is what got us into this mess."
"It's a mess, huh?"
"Will be... don't want it with anyone but you, though. My sweet little human."
You sigh, holding back a smile. "What do you want, Ghost?"
"I wanna fuck you right here, yn. Against that wall - so that little cashier knows who the fuck you belong to."
"I didn't realize you were the jealous type."
"You're pregnant," he tells you, as though it explains something.
As he continues to kiss at your ear and down your throat, you consider that it just might explain something. You’ve learned that half-demon children aren't particularly common - especially sons. It makes perfect sense for him to be over protective.
"That wall, huh?"
He pulls you away from the car, shutting the door as he spins you and presses you against the cool metal. One of his large hands comes up to cradle your face, thumb brushing the curve of your cheek fondly.
"The one with their camera trained on it?"
"Yeah," he kisses you "I'll take care of it."
"Call me baby and I'll do it."
He chuckles, "That easy, baby? I'll have to keep that in mind."
You sigh at the endearment, tilting your chin up for a kiss as you say, "Yeah. That easy."
Ghost chuckles as he backs you up against the wall. He gathers the skirt of your dress in his fist and tugs it over your hips as you all kiss. Your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him close as he plants a foot between yours and ghosts his unoccupied hands over your thighs. You sigh contentedly when he skims his fingers to your body and caresses your stomach before his thick fingers brush down and over your underwear.
"Ghost," you murmurs, whimpering when he pushes them to the side and drags between your lower lips.
"So fucking hot," he breathes, kissing down your throat. "So wet for me already, baby."
You hug him closer, tilting your head for him to kiss at your jaw and shoulder. "Always."
He hums a response, rubbing his fingers back and forth from your clit to your hole, taking advantage of how desperate your body has been for him and teasing you until your begging him to fuck you, your body angling to rub against his desperately.
"Look at the camera, baby."
You whimper, blinking a few times before tilting your head to lock your gaze on the camera lens.
"Good girl," he tells you, ghosting your hole.
"Ghost- please - haaa," you pant as he presses his fingers inside you, your jaw going slack as you continue to look at the camera.
He fucks you slowly, sucking at your throat, and you can't help but imagine what you might look like - pressed up against the wall with your legs spread wide and skirt up over your hips. Your expression lewd and gaze fixed as you get fingered to orgasm next to 7-11 dumpsters like some sort of whore. About to get fucked by some invisible force.
You tremble in desire and feel your cunt squeezing around his fingers, desperate for just a little more.
"Don't stop, don't stop- so close, baby."
His thumb brushes your clit, teasing as he pushes another finger inside.
"That's it," he breathes, feeling your walls spasm around his fingers. "Cum for me."
You gasp, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. "Ghost! Sta-stop-"
He fucks you through it, innocently soothing you with soft sounds and praises until you come down. But, there’s a smile on his lips when he presses a kiss to your forehead and tauntingly asks, "Ready for my cock?"
You whimper and nod, body still jerkily trembling from your orgasm and his continued teasing.
"I know, I know. How long have I been training this messy cunt to take it?"
You moan as he pushes his thick figures back inside you. "Please...Ghost- Stop teasing and fuck me," you beg, tilting your head back to let him kiss at your neck. "Wanna feel you inside."
"Mmm," he intones, his deep voice vibrating against your throat.
Kissing up your neck, he pumps his fingers slowly, conscious of your swollen, sensitive walls, clouding your mind with lust and desire that he feeds on with drunken fervor. He breathes your name when he reaches your ear, teeth teasing the lobe before saying, "Don't wanna hurt you."
"What? You won’t, babe, just-"
He kisses you softly, fingers slipping out of your cunt while the other comes up to brush hair away from your face, palm settling atop your head affectionately. "Wanna turn around for me?"
"Yes," you breathe.
"Yeah? Good girl... brace your hands on the wall- hips out, feet apart."
He pinches the swell of your bum before again pushing your panties to the side. "Such a good girl for me, yn... Always, baby..."
He rubs the head of his cock across the backs of your thighs, his pre-cum glossing over the soft, plush fat there. You shiver, but it doesn't matter because he finally pushes into your hole, his cock stretching you open deliciously. And you all share a moan, your hips pushing back toward him as you lean deeper into the wall. "Ghooosstt."
"Relax," he tells you, thrusting slowly as he grips your hips. "Keep looking at the camera, baby."
You do, watching the red light watching you. The thought of the cashier still watching, his cock hardening at the sight of you getting fucked by nothing, leaves you desperate for your lover to fuck you properly.
So, you beg, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," mouthing each word so that the cashier understands.
Ghost growls, thrusts coming faster, hips angled to fuck you just right, his cock streching your hole like it's the first time every time and it’s blissful. Leaving your body trembling with need.
"Made just for me," he bites, letting go of your hips and leaning into you.
His hands settle beside yours, chest weighing into your back just enough to ground you, to remind you just how strong the demon fucking you is - even if you can't see him half the time. The angle changes, his fat cock filling every inch of you, leaving you whimpering, open mouthed as you struggle to keep your eyes open and on the camera.
You moan his name, whining when you realize how close you are.
"Cum for me," he encourages, feeling your walls trembling around him. "Come on, baby-"
"Ghost."
"-show that little human that your body belongs to a power so fucking higher than him that he can’t even see it - good girl. That's it.
"Ha, yeah, fuck yourself back on my cock. Just like that."
He groans, the sound causing you to go weak in the knees. But, Ghost knows every inch of your body far too well. He draws an arm around you, mindful of the life growing in your stomach as he supports most of your weight. His other hand caresses your stomach, cool and soft despite the texture of his skin.
"So fucking good," he murmurs, hand continuing down your stomach to rub your clit.
"Don'stop," you pant, arms folding to brace your face against the wall. "Love it, baby. Don't stop - I'm so close."
"I know. So desperate for my cock, huh? Body's so fucking needy and sensitive for your mate all the time?"
"Yeah."
He laughs, murmuring in his mother tongue before breathing, "Come on, baby. Cum so I can fill you up... Show me how badly you want it even when your sweet little body is already swollen with my seed-"
You groan, hating it when he says it that way, but his fingers draw the orgasm out of you, leaving you a moaning mess as he fucks you through it, his language spilling from his mouth in tones that spell out devotion and draw tears to your eyes.
"yn-"
"'m fine. Just don'stop. Love it... love it when you fill me up, baby, please-"
You gasp when you feel his cook throb in you just before he cums, your cunt squeezing out every drop as he fucks into you, slow and steady as he buries himself as deep inside you as he can before he pulls you back against his chest. "Stay for a second-"
"Wanna cum in me again?"
"Wasn't enough for you?" He teases, the both of you feeling his cum leak out of you despite being plugged full of his cock. "I'll fuck you to sleep when we get home, k?"
"I want hot chocolate when we get home."
"Sweet girl," he sighs, kissing your shoulder before easing out of you and helping you to right your clothes. "Whatever you want."
You turn toward him, your arms twisting up around his neck as your body weighs as much as you can into his given your stomach. "I can feel your cum on my thighs."
"Sexy."
You laugh, pressing up on your tiptoes for a kiss he grants, soft and sweet.
"I gotta take care of that footage," he tells you quietly. "You wanna wait for me or head home?"
"Wait. Can't drive yet. Legs are too weak."
He chuckles, thumb brushing the curve of your cheek. "I love you," he says, the words so obviously funny in his mouth.
"I know," you smile, just barely making him out in your mind's eye- he's almost always a blur of darkness, glowing at the edges, with eyes like starlight. His teeth are the same, two rows of sharp white that have taken too many bites of you to count.
"Good," he tells you, hand trailing down your chest and stomach before he reaches up to wrap his fingers around your wrist. His claws brush the bite mark he maintains there, causing you to tremble excitedly, and you can practically see his smirk. He brings it up to his mouth, teeth teasing the mark before he kisses it. "I'll be back in a second."
"Try not to miss me," you tease, fingers brushing the smooth, scaled skin of his face.
He laughs, a purring sound coming from him as he snuggles into your touch. It leaves you smiling as he lets you go, loving the sound of him loving you more than his words. "Get in the car before I go."
"You know I grew up here, right? I'm hardly afraid."
"Baby," he sighs, knowing good and well how much you love it when he calls you that.
"Ok, Ok."
He opens the car door and you slide in, looking up toward him fondly. "It's kind of cool that you can leave home now."
"Yeah."
"I wonder how far you can go."
"Wherever you are... I was bound to the house before."
"And now you're bound to me?"
He leans in for a kiss. "You got it, babe-"
You sigh contentedly. "I like the sound of that…Hurry, ok? 'M sleepy. And I want coco. And cuddles."
"Are you flirting with me?" He asks, a smile in his voice.
"Always, Ghost," you wink in his direction, feeling him pull away as he laughs.
"Hey, wait," you call out, tilting your chin for a kiss, hand coming up to grip his face when his lips meet yours.
"You belong to me, too."
You feel him smile, see his pink tongue brush over his teeth before he offers another quick kiss, nicking your lip in the process. He purs again, trembling at the taste of your blood before you let him go.
you and your boyfriend steal a few minutes in your usual sea cave
kinktober 2021
fyi: m!merman x gn!reader; no fandom; 6739; wc2250; established relationship; frottage; kissing; cockwarming; dirty talk; fingering; biting; teasing/begging; slight overstimulation; slight description of him at the very end, but you’re free to picture him however you’d like
Dao weighs heavy between your thighs, the warmth of his slit leaving you whimpering as he grinds against you, each rotation of his hips against your core blurring the fine line between fantasy and reality. Your arms clutch at his shoulder, fingers making a pass through his damp hair as you grip his sides with your thighs.
He’s stronger than you’ll ever be, but he lets himself be pulled into you, lips leaving yours to kiss hurriedly down your neck.
“So needy,” he says, his deep voice barely a whisper in the quiet of the sea cave. “What’s the rush?”
“Dao, baby,” you draw your fingers through his hair again, encouraging him to look at you. “I’m freezing.”
It’s somehow colder under his black gaze, but he doesn’t linger, and a sharp nod from him tells you he’s been effectively reminded of your biological differences.
You can hear his tail hit the soft, wet sand in thought, the sound causing you to draw your hands down his back soothingly. He brings his chest closer to yours, offering what little body heat he has as he presses a soft kiss to your jaw. “My weak little warm-blooded love,” he murmurs, causing you to laugh.
“Just fuck me,” you breathe as he smiles against your jawline. “Warm me up that way.”
He doesn’t growl, not really, but it feels like it as sound reverberates through your body. “How about you warm me up that way, yn?”
You shiver at the sound of your name from his mouth. His voice is always funny, deep and hoarse in a way that tells you he only uses it with you. But, the way he says your name is particularly unnerving, like a predator luring it’s prey with a beautiful and unearthly distraction.
“Oh, so you are gonna fuck me, baby?” you ask, voice a taunt as you draw your hands lower, rubbing the smooth scales of his tail.
You can feel heat building in him, just enough to have his slit parting open, his cock rubbing against you as it peaks out. “I thought you just brought me here to tease me.”
“I’d be a cruel mate to torture you that way.”
His teeth nip you, one of his hands encouraging yours to trail down his strong, toned chest. You do, teasing his nipples as his lips meet yours in a slow kiss. As you continue down the length of his stomach, he pulls away, eyes meeting yours, and you watch as they flutter in desire at the feel of you gathering the wet at his slit.
He exhales, body trembling, as you push two fingers inside of him, one on either side of his cock as it swells and hardens in pleasure. “Fuck, I love you,” he tells you, voice strained, and you know it’s the last of the more coherent statements you’re going to hear for awhile.
“Love you, love you, love you,” he pants, fingers dipping into your mouth as he refocuses on you.
You suck his fingers, tasting the salt of his skin before he pulls them away. His lips meet yours again, his fingers gathering some of his own slick before slipping between your thighs.
You gasp in anticipation, mouth parting from his for a moment. “Please, Dao,” you say, desperation edging your voice this time.
He chuckles, the sound wonderful and haunting as it cloaks your mind, drawing desire just under the surface of your skin. It leaves you starving, desperate, and the way he smiles against your cheek tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Please, please, ple-haaa,” you close your eyes as he swallows your cry of pleasure with another kiss, his fingers pushing into your hole.
He teases you, tongue moving in time with his fingers, and you match his pace, palm cradling his cock as it pushes in full from his slit. A growl vibrates through him, silent but fierce, and he quickens his fingers, stretching you open for him.
“Beg,” he breathes.
You slide your fingers from his slit, fisting his cock and using his slick to jerk him off. He groans, eyes closing, and you feel the strength of every muscle in his body as he resists the urge to fuck into your hand.
“I want it so bad,” you murmur into his throat, kissing his still-damp skin. He feels like heaven in your palm, slippery smooth despite the ridges and grooves, the middle it’s thickest point, your barely-touching fingers pulling further apart with every pass over.
“Please fuck me, baby. Please shove your big, thick cock into my- haaa, fuck, deeper, Dao-” you look up at him as he pushes deeper, fingers curling, and your walls flutter around him, hole tightening as you grip him tighter.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dao pants, kissing you fiercely before pulling his fingers from you and shifting between your thighs.
His hands push your knees apart, sliding to grip your thighs. You stretch to hold yourself open for him, his pleased sound washing over you as he lets go of one of your thighs to fist his cock, rubbing it over your hole and teasing your sex as he watches you, black gaze vacant and endless and causing you to shiver in excitement.
“Please,” you say again. “Shove your big, thick cock into me, Dao-baby. Fuck my needy little hole-”
His growl is audible this time, eyes hyper focused as he eases the tip of his cock into you. He presses deeper, sinking in to the thick, curved middle; you whimper in pleasure, your body trembling as you bear down, willing him to push deeper.
“Dao!” You cry out, letting go of yourself to clutch him closer as the thickest part of his cock fills you. “Haaa, baby-”
He buries his face in the curve of your shoulder as he bottoms out, the base of him narrower -if only by a breath- and offering you a second to breathe. “Perfect,” he pants, leaving open mouthed kisses across your neck and shoulder. “Perfect, perfect mate-”
“Fuck me,” you murmur, brushing your fingers through his hair and pushing his damp locks behind his ears.
He trembles, arms hugging you tighter as he throbs inside of you, breathing nonsense into your skin until you’re wiggling for more beneath him. You continue to gently tease his ears, the boney, webbed skin over sensitive to touch.
“Warm,” he tells you, throwing his weight around to rest on one of his forearms. The action sinks him deeper, the both of you groaning as lashes flutter against cheeks in near delirious pleasure. “Keep me warm,” he bites out, looking down at you.
Your legs tighten around his waist in an attempt to keep him close, the slowly drying scales of his tail cool against you.
His fingertips brush your jaw, smooth and cold against your soft skin. “Touch yourself.”
“Fucking menace,” you say, watching him grin as you press a hand between your bodies to tease your sex. You're swollen and sensitive from his slick, and it barely takes a second for you to know you aren’t going to last much longer. In truth, you don’t want to last much longer.
“Hnng-Dao.”
He says your name, over and over again, as though it’s the only word that matters as you all gaze at each other. It only adds to your whimpering, teary-eyed mess, and as you quicken your pace you feel your walls pulsing around him in need of release. Your hips move on their own, fucking yourself onto his cock as best you can in the position he has you pinned in. And there’s a glint in his eyes that tells you he knows exactly how badly you want him to just fuck you that drives you positively crazy.
“Cum,” he tells you, settling his weight on both hands and leaning in for a kiss.
“Fuck me, baby,” you pant, vision blurring as you hang on the edge. “Please, I-”
Your voice trails off into a sound of pleasure as he rolls his hips, just barely, into yours.
“Cum,” he says again, rolling his hips again and again until he’s fucking you at a slow, steady pace. His black eyes stay focused on you as he again supports himself in one forearm, his other hand joining yours between your bodies, teasing until you’re coming undone beneath him, your hole squeezing desperately at his cock.
“Dao, Dao, Dao,” you chant, red heat heat flooding you as he begins to fuck you in hard, deep thrust, the thick middle of his cock teasing at your opening.
Your arms wrap under his for purchase, pulling him closer as one orgasm seems to bleed into the next. His arms draw around you, too, as he chases his high, each thrust of his hips into yours leaving you crying out, unable to say little more than his name, and he yours as he throbs inside you, slick from his slit creating a mess between your bodies and making it easier for him to fuck you, fuck you, fuck you until your pushing at him in overstimulation.
“Little more,” he pants. “Little more, mate-” his tongue comes out to wet the tender junction where your neck and shoulder meet, his saliva easing the tension as his thrust go sloppy, the slow drying scales of his tail tickling your bum.
He breathes a garbled mess of your name and mate between words you can’t understand, half english and half pacific coastal-mer. His teeth sink into your skin and you feel your mind short-circuit, open mouthed as you cry out under the weight of cock and teeth buried in you, his chest pinning you down to keep you still as you tremble beneath him.
His cock throbs and swells in you, flooding your hole with cum that soothes the dull ache he always leaves. And he stays buried in your warmth, his instinctual urge to make sure his seed takes mixing with human desire as he continue to fuck his cum into you with slow, lazy thrusts.
After a moment his teeth release you, and you relax your hold on him, but he keeps you wrapped in his strong embrace, his breathing slow and heartbeat steady against your chest.
“Dao,” you say, voice gentle as his cock softens and slips from you. “You need to clean off, baby.”
He makes a soft sound of acknowledgement before leaving a series of kisses across your check and chest, pushing up on his hands to smile down at you. “You did so well for me,” he tells you, leaning in for a quick kiss before pulling away and dragging himself the few steps to the coastline.
You sit up in your elbows, watching as he cleans off his cock, the yellow coloring of his tail taking on a luminescent glow as he rehydrates.
“I could eat a whole tuna.”
You laugh as he disappears over the drop off. He reappears a few seconds later, his eyes just above the water, the tips of his ears peeking out with him. It’s cute, the way he’s sizing you up, and it leaves the mark he’s left behind tingling every inch of your skin. He beckons you and you accept, hyper aware of the fact that you could sink into bottomless water if you slip too far into the water.
“You’d have to go pretty far out for that,” you remind him, clinging to him when he pulls you into the cold water. “I don’t want to let you go yet.”
His hands slide down your body, encouraging your legs around his waist. “Are you hungry?”
You sigh as he presses his face into your shoulder, fingers ghosting your hole before he begins to gently clean you. Drawing your fingers through his hair, you say, “I could have a bite of something.”
His mouth finds yours, slow and sure as he brushes his tongue against your lips, swallowing your soft sounds. “Your blanket is dry, tucked in the normal spot. You good with rockfish?”
“Yeah,” you say as he kisses down your jaw and throat. “Whatever you wan- Dao!” You shout when his teeth sink into you.
He tightens his hold on you, laughing as he soothes the spot with a brush of his tongue. “You said whatever I want.”
“Within reason!”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating in your chest. “Fine. Go and warm up, baby. I’ll be back.”
“Don’t be too long,” you tell him as he sits you back on the sand.
He offers you a soft kiss, black gaze focused wholly on you. It draws heat to your cheeks that causes him to smile, wet hands coming up to pinch your cheeks. “I won’t be.
“We don’t get these moments often enough” -he kisses you again- “and you know I hate wasting them on silly things like hunting.”
“I’m sorry I dropped our lunch in the ocean,” you solemnly say, watching a slow smile flash his sharp teeth at you as he shakes his head in anticipation of your next statement. “But you know I don’t like it when fish touch me-”
dao is coastal mer. he spends a lot of time close to the surface, so he’s human-passing. his upper half is almost totally human, apart from his pale yellow, fin-like ears and solid black eyes. his tale is a luminous yellow when he’s showing off or in a place he deems safe, but in open water it reflects the colors around him. he is not significantly taller than the reader (max 6’2”) but he’s far stronger and pure muscle
you inherit your family farm and run into your childhood companion, skels
kinktober 2021
fyi : m!skelecrow x f!reader; no fandom; 6739; wc3052; childhood friends to lovers; weird childhood; insanity mentioned; taking/going off meds mentioned; nicknames ; general creepiness; touching; soft conversations; fluff and smut; dirty talk; finger sucking/fucking; description of skels within text, but he’s a pumpkin-headed skeleton meant to be a scarecrow
“It’s just me and you, Skels.”
You look up at the thing your father made you spend your childhood with, long dormant memories ghosting your mind. There hadn’t been anything wrong with your childhood -not really- aside from the fact that the man had been a nutcase and everyone knew.
From the sheriff’s office to your classmates and even the people in the next town over: it was never a secret. He’d been a nutcase. Down the the fucking bone insane. And everyone treated you in a way that constantly reminded you that they all knew.
And that’s hard for any child to shake.
But, he’d given you this ‘friend,’ Skelecrow. A nearly seven foot tall skeleton that had grown up with you, it’s body replaced with a larger one every year. Always on October 1, always ‘big enough to protect you.’ From what you were never really sure. Boredom, ostracization, loneliness. As a child, it hadn’t really mattered. Having an unwavering friend was too much, too priceless, to search for reason.
“It’s been a long time, I know.”
Ten years, at least. Longer since you’d even remembered that you really had been friends, with you rushing from the car after school, ditching your backpack at the clearing line and stumbling through the thicket to find the altar your father made for it. For him.
Medication had dulled your memories, smoothing them over into dreams, and it’s only because your father died -leaving the farm and property to you, Skelecrow’s care included- that you’d even considered that you’ve spent years missing something.
So, you’re here. Back on the farm your father inherited. Off your meds for that first time since your mother had finally gotten sick of it all and taken you to live with her family in the city.
And so far beyond ready for whatever had caused it all to happen- call it divine intervention, fate, your own impending insanity. All of the above, even.
“I brought a change of clothes…barbecue…cake. Just like old times.”
Your father had been taking care of him, made evident by the style of his weathered outfit. It’s amusing and endearing and terribly sad. For you, for him.
You set the shopping and insulated bags of food on the dias, unzipping it a bit. “My cooking is abysmal, but this is good, I promise.”
Shrugging out of your backpack, you take a few steps back and look up at him, squinting against the early evening sun. “The patch looks good, Skels. Everything does.”
Sitting down on your knees, you pull a knife and a pumpkin from your backpack. “Way better than it should…” you tack on, observing his current face.
It’s crudely cut, leaving his features dark and scary, and you take a moment to think about your intentions before carving into the fruit.
“You aren’t going to leave me hanging are you?”
It takes over an hour to perfect the pumpkin and swap the old one for the new. And it’s unceremonious once it’s all said and done, leaving you wondering if your memories really were just childish dreams.
“I don’t blame you,” you say, clicking on one of your lanterns before completely unzipping the food and fixing both of your plates. “I’d tell me fuck you, too, you know? Especially after…”
You trail off, thinking about the last time you’d seen him.
You’d brought your boyfriend home to meet your father, who’d encouraged you to introduce him to your ‘old friend.’ You hadn’t remembered back then, and after a few jokes about your crazy dad and creepy friend, he’d fucked you on the dias and left your underwear in Skels’ jacket pocket.
It’d been an old corduroy one back then, and as you think about it now -so terribly embarrassed- you remember him being quite handsome in it. Which is probably why you’d nearly bought him one a few days ago; and as you eat a mouthful of coleslaw, you find yourself grateful that you hadn’t.
“Well,” you say with a sigh. “I abandoned you. And Dad died months ago, so…I’m sorry, for what it’s worth. About leaving you, then and now. I’m sorry I’m all you’ve got now, too, all things considered.
You pick at the rest of your food, shivering as the wind picks up around you. It only takes a few seconds to realize you’re going to have to call it a night, and you pack up with a hole in your chest.
“Your clothes are here if you want to change…I’m going to head back to the house, but, I’m here. Kinda indefinitely. So, uh- um…”
You climb back up onto the altar and realize you aren’t nearly tall enough to kiss him, so reach for one of his hands, his abnormally long fingers thin as you bring it up to your face and nuzzle into his palm. You wrap your arms around his body once you let go, squeezing as you breathe in the cold, sweet scent of him
“Happy Birthday, Skels,” you murmur into his chest. “See you soon, yeah?”
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“Anyway…” you say, finger hovering over the red button on your phone screen. “It’s late. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Have fun with your nightmares,” your best friend jokes, her boyfriend laughing in the background.
“Fantasy,” you stress, getting up from the kitchen island. “I…I loved it here with my Skelecrow. And I love you guys, too. Come visit me sometime, yeah?”
“Yeah, girl. Love you, too. Bye!”
You end the call with a sigh, finishing off your tea as you glance at the stove to see that it’s only just past 9 o’clock.
“A fantasy, huh?”
By the skin of your teeth, you don’t scream. You don’t do anything, in fact, except squeeze your eyes and attempt to relax your shoulders. Because it’s been years, over a decade, and your Skelecrow’s voice has changed but you’d still recognize it anywhere,
He’s right behind you, and for a moment the thought of him creeping in so silently leaves you nervous, unbelievably so. But, you remember that he’d been made to be your friend, to protect you, and the feeling goes away as quickly as it’d come.
“Skels?” You ask, voice barely a whisper as you open your eyes.
“In the flesh.”
Your knuckles are white around your teacup, and you only notice it as you finally let go, getting up from your seat at the island slowly.
“Don’t turn around.”
His fingers brush the back curve of your shoulder, trailing inward and down your spine before tracing your waist and gripping your hip. It’s distracting and familiar. Wonderful in a way you hadn’t realized you’d missed.
“What took you so long?”
He chuckles, pinky slipping under the edge of your shirt. Your eyes fall closed as he steps closer, shadow blocking yours on the countertop. Every inch of him feels alive, feels like magic, and your heart pounds as you rationalize all of your childhood thoughts and emotions, bundling them into here and now as you hear him take a deep breath of you.
“What took you so long, Munchkin?” He asks, voice quiet.
Your face goes hot at the sound of his old nickname for you from his lips.
“‘m sorry.”
He hums. “Did you miss me?”
“More than I realized.”
“And what do you think of the property? You only said it looks good…Is it to your standard?”
You half look over your shoulder, body trembling when he takes a firmer grip of your hip. “Did you…did you take care of it?”
“Don’t tell me you thought your father did?”
You laugh and he does, too.
The farm had been perfect, the gardens maintained, and the house pristine. You’d figured there’d been someone on the payroll taking care of it. It never dawned on you that your Skelecrow would be responsible.
“It’s all wonderful,” you admit. “I…I didn’t realize you were sentient without us.”
His other arm draws around you from behind, settling over your shoulders as he pulls up back into him. “Are you really staying?”
“I-“
You stare dead ahead of you as you consider that the farm belongs to him more than it ever will you. You understand the will now, understand that your father couldn’t flat out leave the farm to Skels.
“I can’t protect you anywhere else,” he tells you. “Not that you’ve needed it…I don’t want you to leave, though. Not again.”
Relief floods you. “So, you forgive me?”
“If that’s what it takes.”
“Skels-”
He lets you turn around, lets you draw your arms around his thin body, lets you bury your face in his chest, and he even hugs you back this time.
He smells like childhood when you breathe him in. Like all the good parts. Soft and spicy like fall and earth, sweet like squash and strawberries. Warm- warm like life and love and promise.
“I don’t blame you…I’m glad your mother took you away.
“And, if- if you don’t want to stay, you don’t have to. I’ll take care of the property for you. You deserve more than this.”
“This is all I want, Skels.”
He rubs your shoulders and back soothingly, as though he’s spent years comforting you, and you realize it isn’t a lie. You belong here. You always have.
“You are so hot,” he says, holding you close. “I forgot that your body feels like it could be a sun. I’ve spent to long without it.”
You brush a kiss to his chest, clutching at him and wanting nothing more than-
The realization is dull. A non-issue. A truth that has always been there: You want nothing more or less than him.
“You’re all I want.”
“Are you sure?”
“You trying to dodge your responsibilities, Skels?”
He tucks a fist under your chin, tilting your head up so he can look at you. His eyes are white like pumpkin seeds, shaped differently from what you’d carved, and you don’t know how you know that he’s looking at you but he is. His mouth tugs slow and wide across his face as you take it all in. He’s…him.
Magical and alive and so bizarrely hot that you feel your face grow warm under his gaze.
“I could never, yn.” Your name feels like a warm embrace from his mouth. “I promised, after all.”
“You don’t have to- to be here because Dad made you promise.
His thumb brushes the length of your jaw. “I didn’t promise your father anything” -he smirks at your look of surprise- “not even in the end…It was always you.
“I’ve loved you longer than I even understood what love means, yn. And I’ve kept this for you. Just in case you ever found your way back.”
“Thank you,” you say, leaning into his touch. “Can I….can I kiss you?”
He smiles, nodding slowly before snaking an arm around your waist, lifting you off the ground as he turns toward the living room.. “Whatever you want, Munchkin. I’m all yours.”
.
.
“Skel…Skels-”
You press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, fingers gripping at his shoulders as he guides your hips over his, grinding his bulge into you. He feels like heaven to touch, his cool body comforting and long fingers a dream as they roam your body. He’s slow to undress you, letting his touch linger and dig into your skin and mind, rooting you to him.
‘Let me take care of you.”
“O-okay.”
He hums appreciatively, pushing you off of his lap and tugging your jeans down your hips. His tongue is smooth as he licks your bare stomach, a sigh escaping him as he kisses up your body, his barely there lips setting fires across your skin.
“Skin is salty,” he tells you as he encourages you back onto his lap, leaving you laughing as he brushes kisses to your cheeks. “And you taste like memories.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“Perfect.”
You his his cool cheek, gazing at him in wonder. “Can I take your shirt off?”
“But, you just gave it to me.”
“I’ll give it back,” you laugh. “I promise.”
“Sure,” he says, lifting his arms to help you pull it over his head.
You toss it to the side, your hand smoothing up his stomach and chest. His skin is leathery beneath your fingertips, thin and the color of a ripened pumpkin stem, and it’s soft as you lean into him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to press kisses to his chest and up his neck.
He lets you, his hands continuing to caress your body as you roll your hips over his, whimpering as you feel your desire for him mounting.
“yn,” he breathes, gently pushing you away. “Let me…”
His eyes focus between your thighs as his fingers ghost them before teasing your slit over your underwear. “Similar,” he says under his breath.
“What?”
“These are similar to the pair he left that night.”
You groan in embarrassment and your Skelecrow laughs, free hand squeezing your waist.
“Don’t worry,” he tells you. “I…didn’t like it. But, I’ve…” His voice trails off as he continues to tease your slit, thin finger pushing between your lips as he stays over your underwear. “Thought about you since.”
You squeeze his bicep, causing him to look up as he stops touching you.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” you nod, eyes wide to make sure he understands. “I just…that night- I’m sorry.”
He tilts his face toward you and you brush a kiss to his cheek. “I am…not. Because I understand what you need right now.”
His wording gives you pause, causing you to blink a few times before saying, “Skels, do you…if you don’t want to do this-”
He grips your hips, grinding his bulge into you as proof that he wants to.
“No- no- just because your body responds doesn’t mean-” You try to pull away from him but he doesn’t let you.
“Desire is not something I know naturally. I would not experience it, and I would not know it, had it not been for that night. And if it was anyone else” -he leans in for another kiss that you offer freely, watching and listening to him carefully- “if it were anyone but you, yn, I wouldn’t understand.
“But I think about it, about your sweet sounds and smell, and I hate him. Because I wish it was me.”
“Really?”
He hums, leaning in to press his face into the curve of your throat and taking a breath of you. “For ten years. Let me show you…let me take care of you…”
He hooks a finger in your underwear, pushing it to the side before teasing your slit again, his thin finger slipping between your folds. “Wet,” he comments, again under his breath as makes a pass over your clit.
“Ok?” He asks when you jump in surprise.
“Yeah, baby,” you breathe, kissing any part of him you can reach as you reach a hand between your bodies to guide him. “Rub there- oh, fuck, yeah,” you moan, burrying your face in his shoulder as you gently guide him further down. “Push them-”
He sucks in a breath of surprise as he pushes his fingers into your hole.
You cling to him, rutting against him desperately. “Hnnng, yes, yes-”
“So warm…Look at me.”
You do, hazy eyed and slack jawed as he fingers you. His thumb pushes your fingers away, rubbing your clit like he’s done it a hundred times before.
“You’re so warm,” he breathes, fingers seeming to thicken inside of you. “So hot, baby.”
“Skels,” you pant, moaning in pleasure as his fingers curl inside you, teasing and stretching you out. “Wanna kiss you-”
He smirks, watching as your eyes flutter in pleasure. “Do you need something to do with your mouth, Munchkin?” He asks, voice low and thick with desire.
Your walls flutter around his fingers in a mixture of need and surprise, a small whimper escaping you as you nod, eyes never leaving his. He tilts his face toward you for a kiss, sighing as you press a few to his lips before you pull away to focus on his touch, rolling your hips into his fingers.
“No, no,” he murmurs as your eyes fall closed. “Look at me.”
His other hand lets go of your hip, his fingers twisting into two thick cords. As he pushes them between your lips you realize it’s the same feeling of the fingers fucking you and it causes you to moan as you suckle at his fingers.
“‘m not gonna las’,'' you say around his fingers. “if you wan’to-”
“Wanna live here,” he cuts you off, teasing your lips open with a brush of his thumb. “In your mouth, sweeting,” he whispers, tongue dipping between your lips as he pulls his fingers from your mouth.
“Let me.” He licks at you, moaning in pleasure before pulling away to pull you closer, pressing you into his fingers as they press deeper, turning you into a moaning, whimpering mess.
“Please,” he sighs as you draw your arms around his shoulders. “Wanna fit myself here. Live between your thighs…so hot,” he moans, fingers filling every inch of you.
He fucks you harder, faster as he feels your walls fluttering around him, not letting up as you breathe, “Skels..Skels, please.”
He presses his face into the curve of your throat, breathing deep before his tongue darts out to taste you. “Deep inside you, Munchkin-”
“So close. Haaa, fuck. I’m gonna cum, baby.”
“Cum,” he repeats, seeming to taste the word. “Yeah. Cum for me. On my fingers, yn. So I can taste you here, too. All over me.
“All over my fingers, baby. We can share,” he you, laughing at the choked sound you make at his suggestion. “Munchkin-”
“Skel,” you cry. Your arms tighten around him, eyes squeezing closed as you fuck yourself on his fingers, chasingthe high he offers. “I love you-”
“-more-” He bites you, teeth sinking heavily into your shoulder as you cry out, gasping in pleasure as you cum, your body a tense and trembling mess atop him.
“I want more,” he murmurs, voice like devotion. “I…yn. My love, my sun-
this is my first time writing a non-human oc/reader story, also posted on ao3
‘they’ are a nameless night creature, akin to a vampire. genderless and not ‘pretty’ like once-human vampires. more detailed description at the end
fyi : nonhuman monster x f!reader; no fandom; s4w; wc 2912; meet-cute; late at night; drunkenness; unconsciousness; gentleness; mutualism; protectiveness; infatuation
“No, I’m like, gonna totally be fine,” you nod, giving a thumbs up to your friend as you all stand in the pizza parlor. “You have fun. Keep your location on, yeah?”
She wraps her arms around your neck, squeezing tight as she presses a kiss to your cheek. “You’re like…the best, girl. I’ll be, um…text me when you get home?”
You nod, the both of you blinking blearily at each other as the guy wraps an arm around her shoulders. You’re both too drunk to recognize that this is the absolute worst decision. That it’s exactly why your brother had been leery about leaving the two of you together to begin with. But, what’s done is done, and there’s another round of drunken kisses that end in laughter as you steal a slice from the guy's pie and make your way out of the parlor.
Blissfully unaware of not only how drunk you are, but the set of eyes that follow you into the night, too.
It’s only as you finish your slice and toss your trash into a bin that you realize how cold it is, your arms curling around your body as you make the half-mile, uphill trek back to the house you rent with other college students.
“Ah-safety first,” you say to yourself before looking both ways to cross the street.
It’s too late, and too icy, for anyone in their right mind to be driving, but you can hear your elementary school crossing guard in your head and it’s all you can do to hold onto the thread-bare strand of sobriety you have left.
“It’s so cold and so dark and you’re so drunk , yn, girl,” you say to yourself, voice terribly loud in the dead silence of night. “This is- oh my gosh -”
You gasp, suddenly realizing that you shouldn’t have left your friend with strangers. But, in your attempt to right the situation, you turn too quickly in the dark, empty street and slip on a patch of black ice. You barely have time to even realize it’s happening before your head is snapping back onto the cement, just shy of the curb, but you swear you see a pair of eyes, dark like a black hole against the sky as they look down at you.
“ Oh ,” you breathe, fingers closing around nothing, before you’re out like a light.
.
.
You aren’t sure how long it takes to come to. It’s slow and groggy, and if you’re honest with yourself, it might have been nice to stay, well- nonexistent. Your entire body hadn’t hurt then. And you hadn’t been cold, either.
Though, as far as lying on the cold ground goes, it’s warmer than you really expect it to be.
Groaning, you lift your hand to rub your forehead, feeling a lot like you’re moving in slow motion. You reach for your phone, body protesting, and see that the screen is cracked beyond repair. And it’s dead. Perfect .
It’s only then that you become aware enough of yourself to realize that you aren’t laying in the street. You’re propped up in one of the side-street store’s doorways. You aren’t particularly cold , either.
Which, you know, isn't right because you’d been dressed in jeans and a thin t-shirt, for being drunk in the club instead of for the walk to-and from-, and fear ripples through you. Slowly and painfully because heaven only knows what’s happened since you- since you, um…you can’t quite remember what happened.
Had you slipped? It seems reasonable. You’ve done it before. But why were you alone?
The slightest of shuffles draws you from your thought.
Panic follows through you like a flood as you look around quickly to see that there is someone with you, though they don’t appear to be paying you much mind.
Rather, their legs are hugged to their chest, arms wrapped tight around them as though they’re trying to make themself as small as possible (which is laughable, because even in your foggy state you can tell that they’re freakishly tall), and their face is pressed into their kneecaps to further hide from you or the cold, you don’t really know.
They’ve gifted you a furry… thing . Wrapped it around your shoulders and left themself in an old, faded sweatshirt.
“Are you awake?”
Their voice causes you to squeak, jerking back in surprise, and a whimper escapes you when your head hits the glass door behind you. It swims, leaving you groaning painfully as you clutch your head in an attempt for some relief.
“You fell.”
Their voice is deep and masculine, clipped and oddly accented, and it’s as soothing as it is terrifying because it eases your pain and draws red flags all at once.
“No shit,” you say, before you can really think about it, but they don’t move a muscle in reaction.
“An hour ago.”
You gasp. “My brother is going to kill me,” you say as you attempt to stand up, actions far slower than they should be as your body comes back to life.
But, their hand closes around your forearm, gentle and paralyzing. It’s big , with long, bony fingers, and the longer you stare the clearer it becomes that it- that it’s-
That there is something wrong with it.
“Thank you for, um..thank you for looking after me. I’d…I’d probably be dying from hypothermia otherwise.”
“Hmph,” is their only reply.
It’s dismissive, but they don’t let you go, and their expectation lingers in the air, as though there is something more to be said.
You sit trembling, wondering if it’s better to scream bloody- fucking -murder or keep quiet, and it feels like an eternity that passes but in reality it’s likely that not even a minutes draws by.
“Is, um, is this where you sleep? I don’t have anything on me now but I could buy you breakfast…in the morning. As a, um…as a partial thank you.”
“Partial?”
“Well- you saved my life,” you say, trying and failing to seem calm and grateful. “I- there isn’t really anything else I can offer, I’m afraid.”
They chuckle, but it's cold and taunting. Before you can think about it any longer, they let you go as though you’ve hurt them somehow.
“Don’t get drunk and walk home alone. There are scarier things than I out here.”
Their arm wraps back around their legs. “Go away. Stop doing stupid things. I don’t want to see you in the morning.”
Despite yourself, you turn toward them, your consciousness seeming to take a moment to catch up with the action. “May…may I thank you properly?”
“No. Get away.”
You swallow thickly, reaching for the door handle to pull yourself up. They must think you’re going to touch them, though, because they flinch, curling further into themself. You don’t know if it’s because you’re still drunk or incredibly grateful, or just freaking delirious, but the reaction causes your heart to hurt. It makes you want to stay a little longer.
“Well, I…I’m around. And I usually have breakfast at 5 Maple,” you explain airily, tugging the fur wrap from your shoulders.
You just barely resist the urge to whimper as the bitter cold hits you, deciding to focus on the warm, sugary scent of the wrap as it lingers around you. The scent grows stronger as you lean in, oddly soothing as you wrap the fur around their shoulders.
Hugging your arms to your chest, you turn away, looking around to see that you’re close to home and find yourself surprised that you’d made it this far. You can just barely remember clearing the block that the pizza parlor is on, but…the idea of them having carried you is something you push from your mind as you start home because it doesn’t make sense.
Not that they make much sense.
You’re a few steps away when the warm, sugary scent overtakes you and the heat of the fur returns to your shoulders. Time seems to freeze, and from the corners of your eyes you can just barely see their fingers as they curl around your arms in wordless offering. Their hands smooth down your arms, squeezing once, and all you can think as they let you go is that their hands are larger than you realized, fingers longer and black tipped as though they’d dipped them in ash to second, boney knuckle.
They let you go and, just as quickly as the scent overwhelmed you, it lessens. And as you look over your shoulder you see them curling back into themself on the storefront ground. It’s then that you realize their feet are wrong, too- large and bare against the cold, icy ground, the same ashy black staining them.
They’re…inhuman.
The realization is bone chilling, fear pitting in your stomach, but-
They saved you. They’d taken care of you, sending you off with their coverings, and you can’t help but feel familiar with them as you trudge on, wrapped in the warm, sweet scent of their fur.
It’s only as you turn onto the alley behind your home that you realize they’re following you, the scent stronger in some moments as they come too close. You look back once you reach your backyard, just barely seeing them tuck themself behind a trash bin.
It’s… cute , you decide, their desire to stay hidden, and you follow your brother’s footsteps through the crunchy snow, feeling good inside as you all but jump onto the bottom step. It’s a miscalculation, an idiotic one, and you know you’re going to fall before you even land. You reach blindly for the icy hand rail as you once again slip backwards, but you never reach the ground.
“You don’t learn.”
They catch you under your armpits and haul you up the steps, supporting you against a bony chest as they reach around you to pull the back screen door open. With a final shove, they push you onto the back porch, and you take the opportunity to look over your shoulder at them.
They scramble, tugging the fur up over your head to hide from you.
“Why won’t you let me see you?”
They only push you further in.
“I’m yn. Who are you?” You try again, feeling incredibly childish.
They stand still behind you, holding the door open from the top step, and they have no reason to stay but they don’t leave so you take it as a good sign.
“I know you aren’t human.”
“Don’t.”
“And that you’ve been around longer than tonight.”
“Go home,” they say, voice quiet.
“Are you an angel?”
The air seems to prickle around you before they ask, “You think an angel looks like this?”
You take it as an invitation, but hesitate before turning around, giving them the opportunity to stop you.
Your heart is pounding in your chest as you come to face them, eyes level with their chest as you’re forced to acknowledge just how much taller they are. You look up and realize they’re looking down but not at you.
It gives you a moment to observe them, their skin white like a birch tree and hair a dark green to match. Their face is thin, as though their skin was pulled over as an afterthought. You aren’t sure what gender they are, or if they have one at all, but you know for sure that you wouldn’t notice them if you weren't looking at them.
They’re shocking, yeah; but, they blend in even against the night, and as their eyes meet yours your entire body goes warm under their gaze, the endless darkness of them haunting and hypnotizing and-
You swallow thickly, their thin lips quirking at one corner in response. You aren’t afraid, not really , but they are terrifying. A predator at it’s finest.
“No.”
Their tongue is black when it wets their lips and you can just barely make out sharp, bone white teeth in their mouth.
“You don’t have enough eyes.”
They, in fact, have exactly two, though you get the feeling that they see far better than you can even fathom.
Their eyes widen, just barely, and they huff shortly. Possibly a laugh, though you can’t tell for sure.
“Are they black?” You ask, head tilting as you lean closer.
You hadn’t noticed them breathing but you notice when they stop, holding their breath as you come closer yet.
“Or blue?”
“They’re…both,” they admit, though you get the feeling they would have preferred not to.
“And your hair,” you continue. “Is it naturally green?”
“Yes.”
“Huh…you’re like a tree.”
Their eyes close, as though they’re accepting fate, and in a quiet voice they say, “In a way, perhaps.”
“But?”
They look back at you, stare blank and without pupils. “Aren’t you afraid?”
You rock back and forth on your heels before joining them on the step, sitting down before they can stop you. “I was. But…I really do recognize your smell.”
“You cause a lot of trouble for yourself.”
You look up at them to see that they’re still staring at you. “Do you protect me from it?”
“…sometimes.”
“And others?”
“And other times I attempt to let you learn.”
You stack your arms on your knees and lay your head on them. “So, you’re like an angel.”
They sit down beside you, hugging their legs to their chest. I am…akin to what you call a vampire.”
“Oh,” you frown, looking out at the alley. “I’m disappointed. I thought you’d be a shadow person, or something.”
“Do I look like a shadow?”
“Well,” you laugh. “Fine…a night terror or a demon- if not angel.”
“You’d make me scarier?”
“I’d- I think angels are scary…God’s will is infinite.”
From the corner of your eye you can see them press their face into their knees caps.
“The world is positively silent when you’re around, though. So, I imagine you are something to be feared.”
They hum. And, for a moment, as though to prove that they are a predator, they go so still and quiet that you forget you aren’t alone, but then you feel them seeping into you and it's a feeling you recognize. One that often tells you you aren’t alone.
It’s disturbing and wonderful and curious all at the same time.
“You need not fear me.”
You make a sound of interest, having already decided you don’t. “You…feel good.”
“I know.”
“I know,” you mock, rolling your eyes. “ Thank you is the appropriate answer, you freak.”
“I feed off human energy. I…like yours. So it’s…mutualistic.”
“Non-consensual mutualism.”
They laugh and it’s like a bark, sharp and purposefully, jolting through you like a pulse.
“And I don’t even know your name.”
“This is inappropriate.”
“Oh? Is the council going to come after me? Kill me for knowing?”
“They’ve larger issues than my dealings.”
You blink, looking at him to see that he’s still curled into himself. “Scarier, too.”
“You joke too much, yn.”
Your entire world stands still, hinged on the new memory of your name in their mouth. You can almost feel every moment of it swarming their mouth, swelling against their teeth and dripping off their black tongue, honeyed in a bitter way, before slipping out between their lips. It’s awful , but you want to hear it again and again so you replay it in your mind over and over and it takes a moment, but you all but stumble back to reality as though you hadn’t nearly gotten lost.
“I, um…get the feeling you’re serious enough for the both of us.”
“Don’t,” they tell you. “You should go inside. It’s late.”
“Will I see you again?”
“It’s better if you don’t.”
It’s disappointing, but you accept it, getting up from the step and shrugging out of their fur. “Thank you for walking me home.”
They look at the wrap, staring blankly before saying. “Keep it.”
“Aren’t you cold?”
“It’ll keep you safe…from scarier things, remember?”
“How? Is it charmed or something?”
“It’s…a mark. The smell will deter others.”
“You’re…scenting me?”
“Don’t say it that way.”
Hugging the offering to your chest, you say, “So, just to be clear.
“We’ve got a newly consensual non-con mutualistic… thing . And you’re scenting me. But, I can’t know your name.”
“Ripley.”
“I…don’t know if that’s an awful joke or not.”
They get up, eyes passing over you, and it takes a moment but you realize that they’re amused by you. But, more importantly: that they’re amusing you . It’s thrilling.
“We don’t have names.”
“So…you could be anyone and you decide on Ripley?”
“Good night, yn,” they say, clearing the steps and crossing the yard nearly as quickly as you can blink.
Your name sounds as terrible and endless as it had before but with the distance between you all you don’t get so lost in it.
“If I name you, can I keep you?”
They hesitate, staring at you, and once again you can feel them far too clearly. So pointedly that you can’t believe you never noticed that there was more to it than just not feeling alone before.
“I’m the same either way.”
It isn’t a no, so you revel in it, arms hugging his fur closer to your chest as you just barely resist the urge to bury your face in it.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
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nameless night creature, akin to a vampire. similar to a (himalayan silver) birch tree in coloring/stature; thin and over 6’5” with notably large, bony hands and feet that look like they were dipped in black ash. their hair is long and dark, dark green and their eyes are incredibly and hauntingly dark (like eat the light dark), tho it isn’t too clear if they’re black or blue
reader notices that their skin looks like it was pulled over their body as an afterthought. they are not now and have never been human.
they have been following you since you started college, keeping you as much out of trouble as possible from afar
