Kuroo Tetsurou knows how to tie a tie. He wore one every day of high school, after all. It's not a difficult skill to master. Truthfully, he could probably do it in his sleep.
But, all those years ago, you offered so sweetly. It wasn't hard for him to say, sheepishly, "Sure. I'm not too good with these things."
Ever since, it's one of the most cherished parts of his morning routine. He watches as you hold up random ties from his collection, eying them thoughtfully before making your selection. You stand so close to him, your gentle fingers turning up his collar and looping the tie around his neck. He can smell your shampoo, feel the warmth of your skin. Your fingertips brush the sensitive skin of his neck as you make the knot, sending tiny thrills of electricity through him each time.
"There," You always say as you smooth his collar down, "Perfect." You give the knot one final tug, and it's a familiar signal. He closes the gap, pressing a kiss to your lips as you finally let go of the tie.
"Thanks, babe," He always murmurs against your lips before he pulls away.
You always grin. "Have a good day, today."
He thinks he's done well, all these years, hiding the truth from you. His one harmless fib.
It's his cousin's wedding. He's surprised to learn how many of the groomsmen really don't know how to tie a tie. He's going around the room, tying one tie after another, when he hears a familiar voice just inside the door. Freezing halfway though the final one, he slowly turns, caught in the act. You're crossing the room before he can even begin to feel foolish.
"I always knew, you know," You say simply, a teasing smile making your eyes dance. You tug the tie draped loosely around his own neck, the one he'd been saving for last. "Need a little help with that?"
As you carefully tie the tie for him, then tug him down for a sweet kiss, he thinks he might be falling in love with you all over again.
warnings: spicy, mention of boobs but it's not specified, making out, hickeys
a/n: i'm probably going to write kissing/intimacy headcanons for all wind breaker characters but this is a little something that's been bouncing around in my head for days now. enjoy and lemme know what you think about it!
notable mentions:
KAJI: aggressive kisser. kisses like he won't see you for months as if you aren't joined at the hip. usually he crowds you against a wall and the few times your teeth knock together but kaji doesn't even register it as he licks into your mouth and bites your lover lip. somewhere in the middle of this intense make-out session the realization hits him and to hide his embarrassment his lips move down to your jaw and then neck where he sucks love bites with his ears burning bright red but he can't stop because the satisfaction of stepping away to see your absolutely dazed expression and purple-red marks down your neck to your collarbone is so worth it.
UMEMIYA: he gives the most over-the-top big smack smooches ever and you can't change my mind. like hiragi can be minding his own business on top of the rooftop and you and ume are on the other side and he can hear when ume gives into his inner demons to just smother you with kisses. he's a big silly goof and he attempted few times to pull a cool move on you like holding your head up with two fingers because he read it in a book and he couldn't hold in his giggles at all. on the other side of the spectrum – eskimo kisses when he hugs you and hoists you higher so you're forced to look down at him and he ends up nuzzling his nose into yours.
the big three under the cut!
#3 KIRYU: look me in the eyes and tell me this guys isn't the wolf in sheep's clothing. pulls you in for some cute and sweet kisses and suddenly his hand is on your chest just squeezing a boob. his only response to your surprise is a shrug of his shoulders and teasing smirk playing on his lips before he reconnects them with yours. just a big tease disguised as a cute little angel. just like kaji he ends up giving you hickeys – in the most conspicuous places and he has the audacity to smile at you innocently when you glare at him through a mirror while you attempt to cover them up.
#2 SUO: gentleman in the streets but a beast in the sheets. i believe he can be really intense once he gets more comfortable so he doesn't have to be so in control of his feelings but can let loose a bit. i can see a scenario of him being worn out from solving a lot of issues around the town and just coming to you with “can i kiss you?” like the gentleman he is but when you would naively think sure lemme give you a peck, instead he just puts his hands either side of your face and pulls you in for a deep and messy kiss that has you holding on to his shoulders for a dear life. afterwards he leaves you with a smile and kiss on the cheek like he didn't just make your legs feel like jello from a simple kiss.
#1 TOGAME: i am biased but hear me out. togame is such a teddy bear on the inside, truly a softie and when he's whipped he gets even more so. he'll just be staring at your face and constantly be thinking about giving you a smooch on your cheeks, nose, lips and forehead honestly anywhere. a lot of the times he doesn't mean for the innocent kisses to go into a heavy breathing make-out session but your lips are tempting him to keep coming for more and his mind goes blank and you have to literally pull on his hair for him to break away so you can breath as if your lips aren't sore from the onslaught. he only looks at you with half-lidded eyes and pulls you closer with a hand on the back of your neck.
Warnings: death, mentions of June 25th, sadness overall just grief, possible grammar errors and just messy (?), children mentioned but kind of excluded because it focuses on the readers grief.
Authors note: I wrote my grief out, it’s just been so hard. The lyrics are the ones in quotation marks. One more thing is, I translated the song from spanish to english and tweaked it to fit with the reader’s feelings.
June 25, 2009 was the day the world stopped, and you couldn’t wrap your head around it. You had just seen him, talked to him, kissed him, and had left to attend your youngest child because of a nightmare and stayed with them. You were going through the motions of everyday life, it wasn’t until you had the visceral proof right in front of you.
How could he be gone.
“You’d so much rather be asleep than awake, because of how much it hurts you that he’s not here.”
People come up to you and tell you that they understand your pain, how sorry they felt, and they’re there if you ever need them. Oh how you loathed the phrases, “I’m so sorry for your loss” or “It was in God’s plan”. You wanted to scream and punch them in the face for saying that to you.
They didn’t know your pain, how much it kills you to see him in a box. when he should be walking, talking, breathing, running around with your kids. Instead, your whole family is surrounding the coffin, tears running down your faces, and staring off into space.
“Oh, how you’d wish that he still lived, for his loving eyes to never ever have closed.”
The months became a blur and suddenly, it was August 29th, his birthday. He should’ve been here, celebrating with your kids, yourself and the rest of the family, blowing out the his birthday candles. Now you have to light the candles and hope to feel his presence when they get blown out by the wind.
“You’ve suffered so much from his absence, even though your conscience is calm, you know you could have done more for him.”
“You’re living in the darkness of loneliness. The same loneliness of his tomb. He is the love such that you have.”
Oh how you’d never love another like you loved Michael, he was your soulmate. You both understood each other when no one else had.
“Sooner or later, You’ll be with him to continue loving each other.”
Stanford Pines managing to succeed whatever his nerdy brain did and he gets his own work space and office and hires people and let me cut to the chase: secretary Stan getting bent over the desk and fucked the end!
You stand in the oppressive darkness of the woods, panting. You are leaning against a tree, trying to breathe quietly. You feel the warm, cooling presence of blood dripping down your arm where a branch had caught you. You weren’t sure if you’d lost the thing that was chasing you, straining to listen for it. No branches rustled or cracked, but still the hair stood up on the back of your neck.
This tells you that the creature is still close.
How had things come to this? You wonder.
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Perpetua / AFAB Female Reader
Notes and Tags: Monsterfucking, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Knotting, Fucking in a Forest, Primal Play
Wordcount: 5,956
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You and your friends were having a bonfire party, hosted by Anton, as it always was. He loved having all his friends in one place, and it was easy to go to the parties he threw. He always provided loads of food and some booze. People usually brought even more, and thus there was always an abundance of alcohol.
Tonight’s bonfire location was one of the parks at the edge of the forest. It had a big ass fire pit, grills, and picnic tables. And the forest was mere steps away, so anyone who wanted a bit of privacy had a spot to retreat to.
You’d been at the party for a few hours now. The sun had set long ago, and everyone was getting by, by the plentiful light of the fire. You are perched on a log listening to a story you’d heard a dozen times before, sipping from your brightly colored disposable cup.
“And I had to walk to my car without any shoes! It was nuts,” your friend finishes. You throw back the last few sips of your drink.
“Gonna go piss,” you announce, handing your empty cup off, “Watch this for me.”
Several recitations of ‘go piss girl’ met your declaration, everyone (including yourself) having a bit of a giggle over your group’s shared meme.
The park bathrooms were locked at sunset, so there were two options for bathroom at the bonfire: portapotty, or woods. You opted for woods. If you wandered into the woods, you could take a moment to yourself without all the noise and heat, and presumably without scrutinization.
So once you’d finished your business, you wander over to where you could just see the light of the fire and just hear the murmuring of the party. You lean against the tree you’d chosen, closed your eyes, and sighed.
Should’ve stopped one drink ago, you thought to yourself. You could feel the existential dread creeping in, as it so often did these days. You’d hoped that the alcohol would keep it at bay, but tonight it seemed to only make it stronger.
“You good?” a familiar voice broke the pleasant absence of others, and your eyes shot open as every muscle in your body tensed.
“I’m fine, Scott. Just needed a minute,” You snap.
Scott, your ex, scoffs. The noise makes you want to punch him in the throat. This man had not been good to you, but never with witnesses. When the two of you broke up, you’d told all your friends in common you ‘would never make them choose’, and you regretted it. You wish you’d made everyone choose, and you wished none of them would have chosen Scott, so this pathetic loser of a man was left all alone.
“We both know how you get when you’ve been drinking. How many have you had, 3? 4?” He said condescendingly.
“What are you, watching me?” You try to put all your disgust into your tone so that he gets the hint to fuck off.
Instead, he takes a step closer to you and reaches out to caress the side of your face. You feel sick to your stomach at his touch, and consider vomiting on his shoes. “I’m just worried about you, baby.”
Get your fucking hands off of me and go die in a hole, you think and briefly consider saying out loud.
Before you can make up your mind about if it’s an inside thought or an outside thought, something in the atmosphere shifts. The forest is suddenly darker, as if something has blocked the view of the bonfire. Your heart rate spikes and the small hairs on your body all stand up, flesh dimpling, as if you had walked past an air conditioner on full blast.
“What-” you start to say, interrupted by the splattering of something hot and wet across your face. As the smell of iron hits your nose, you realize Scott is no longer touching you. In fact, Scott is completely gone.
Panic sinks in. You are alone in the woods now, but it no longer feels like the reprieve you had initially sought.
A wet thud, and something seems to fall out of the canopy of trees in front of you. You stare in shock at the distinctly Scott-shaped form now laying on the ground several feet ahead of you, unmoving, a dark pool slowly spreading out underneath it.
A being made of shadow materializes next to the corpse. Your mind struggles to make out its features despite there being enough light left that you should be able to (you can make out the unnatural way Scott’s arm is bent and see the writing on the back of his band tee). Glowing eyes peer at you from the almost-human shaped darkness. You’d say it was a person in silhouette, but the details aren’t quite right. The limbs are too long, the fingers come to pointed tips and there’s something off about the shape of the face. Cold light catches on the creatures face, illuminating it just enough for you to make out the shape of a skull, glinting as if made out of metal. His hands – what you would call hands on a human – have something wet dripping off of them.
Your mind tells you to stay still. To not breathe. To not think. To not exist. That maybe it will go away, and leave you alone. That if you’re still enough it won’t see you – as if it isn’t staring right at you.
When it lifts its dripping claws to its mouth, a long and pointed tongue coming out to lick droplets of Scott’s blood away, something inside you snaps. You start running. Later you will realize you should have run towards the bonfire, to people and safety, but in the moment all you could think was that you needed to put distance between yourself and this thing. All your mind was screaming was “away”.
As you’re running, you feel as if a wind is blowing against you, as if tendrils of air are climbing up your spine. It culminates in a tingling feeling between your shoulder blades, and a pressure at the back of your head. It feels as if you are being watched. The sensation spurs you forward, your instincts telling you that stopping will only lead to something bad happening. Tree branches are whipping at your face and limbs, and you’re not sure if any have scratched you deep enough to bleed.
Eventually – inevitably – you trip on a tree root. The light has dimmed enough that you can only barely make out shapes. The moon light trickles down from above the canopy, creating small pockets where it’s easier to see, but even there everything is in that blue-grey-silver monotone it gets in the moonlight. There is no more warm light.
Your palms sting as you scramble up to continue running. You dare a glance behind you and see-
Nothing.
But the pressure is still there, the tingling between your shoulder blades getting more pronounced. So you keep moving. Slower this time, trying not to trip again.
Eventually your adrenaline drops low enough that your limbs don’t want to keep going. You look behind you again and again you see nothing, just shadows and forest and moonlight. Your legs are aching and your breath burns in your throat, yet still you’re gulping air down greedily. You find a tree that is wide enough to hide your shape and lean against it, heart pounding. You try to quiet yourself, and mostly succeed. The moonlight ebbs and flows, as it would any other night, but the forest still doesn’t feel right. You’ve spent a lot of time among these trees, you know them (and they know you). It’s too quiet, as if the trees are holding their breath. The shadows are wrong and you don’t know why.
You stood in the oppressive darkness of the woods, panting. You were leaning against a tree, trying to breathe quietly. You felt the warm, cooling presence of blood dripping down your arm where a branch had caught you. You weren’t sure if you’d lost the thing that was chasing you, straining to listen for it. No branches rustled or cracked, but still the hair stood up on the back of your neck.
This tells you that the creature is still close.
How had things come to this? You wonder.
And that is when you see the shadows shifting, about four trees away from you. You’ve never seen shadows move like liquid before. The shadow near the fourth furthest tree from you shrinks as the one near the third grows. As if pouring wine from one vessel to another. You can’t take your eyes off of it, following it as it gets closer and closer to you.
And then he’s standing right before you, not close enough to touch but close enough you can see his metallic-skull face, and see that it’s not his face but that he’s wearing a mask. His hair is dark and curly, swept back and held down by the straps of the mask. His face is dual-toned, silver and black, and on anyone else you would think it’s makeup but something tells you it’s not painted on. He is wearing a shining black shirt and fitted black pants.
A creature with style, you think and have to stifle a semi-hysterical laugh.
“What are you?” You find yourself whispering, barely able to speak, your heart still pounding in your throat and your chest still aching.
He laughs, and the noise envelopes you like the fluttering of wings. The image of an unkindness of ravens fills your mind.
“You called to me. I came,” he says in his best non-answer, taking a slow step towards you. It strikes you as the way you would approach a skittish cat. Cautious, but relaxed.
“I called you?” You ask, not in doubt, but because your mind is moving slow. You remember being alone with Scott, you remember when he leaned in, and how sick you’d felt, and the rage that came bubbling up when he touched you. How you’d wished him dead.
The Creature was within reach now, just barely. He was close enough you could see his eyes, and that they were mismatched: one green and one white. Why was he the only thing in the forest which was still in color?
Your mind, finally, caught up and realized that the Creature had helped you.
You knew that no help comes free. You’ve been leaving cream and honey out for the Brownies since you were 7. Whatever this creature is before you, there is a price to pay for what it did at your behest. It does not matter that you did not consciously ask.
Knowing this somehow makes you feel calmer. Your shoulders uncurl themselves, dropping down from where they’d been hanging out up by your eyes. And you look into those otherworldly, glowing eyes. Whatever happens next is inevitable, and though you wonder if it is death, or if it will be painful, the inescapability of fate washes your fear away.
The Creature continues his slow approach. He is closer to you now and you can feel energy pulsating off of him, in a way you would feel heat if a human were this close. The energy is cold and almost electric. It crawls over your skin, feeling alive, tentatively brushing against your being.
The two of you stand in silence, looking at one another. You feel brave enough to break eye contact and take in the entirety of its form for the first time. In the light, the edges of the shadow that make up this creature had been much less defined. But here in the dark, there is a surprising starkness between where his shadows end and the shadows of the surrounding forest begin. And he’s shockingly…. Human shaped. Your gaze continues to wander and you find yourself noting the strong legs and thick thighs, and exactly how tight his well-fitted pants are. A warmth awakens at your core, gently pulsing, wiping some of the fatigue from your limbs. When your gaze falls back to its face, he is looking at you with what can only be deemed a satisfied smugness, causing your whole face to burn hot in embarrassment.
“And the price?” You finally ask, as if to distract from the fact that you were caught checking the Creature out. It pushes towards you again so there is hardly any space between the two of you, and you find yourself holding your breath as every nerve seems to come alive in your body, an almost painful and overwhelming sensation.
“I need to feed,” he responds.
“Blood?” You ask, and he laughs.
“Energy,” he reaches up and brushes back some of the strands of hair that had fallen into your face, “Your fear would have been… sufficient. But this? This is much better.”
Your mind is still struggling to reconcile how your body is responding to him when he leans in towards you, the side of his face pressed against yours. He takes a long inhale, followed by a decidedly satisfied sigh. The sound stokes the warmth growing at your core into a small fire.
The rapidly shrinking part of your brain that had been afraid mere moments ago screams that this should scare you further. Instead, you find yourself wondering what he would do if you pulled him close and how he would feel between your legs.
Your eyes are glued to the Creature as it pulls away from you, just enough space that it can look at you, and you at it. You find yourself reaching out to cup its face. Its skin is warm, not the cool you’d expected, in direct contrast with the cold of the metallic mask. For a moment you swear it looks surprised, but the smug satisfaction is so quickly back in place that you could have imagined it.
“Energy.” You repeat.
He shifts his face, leaning into your hand, gently grabbing a hold of your wrist. For a moment you think he will place a kiss in your palm, and your stomach flutters at the thought. Instead, that pointed tongue slides out and he licks the scrapes on your palm. It leaves an almost-burning, tingling sensation over your wounds. And an electric pulse through your groin.
“Energy. Life energy, fear, anger, or-” He says, the hand gripping your wrist tightening as he pulls you forward so your bodies are flush to one another, and you gasp before you can stop yourself. “Arousal. Sexual energy.”
“So you do drink blood,” you say, mind focusing on exactly the wrong thing and the Creature laughs its unearthly laugh again.
“Yes,” he says, and brings your other bleeding hand up to his mouth, “Though this would be terribly insufficient.”
Doesn’t stop him from licking up the droplets that have begun to coagulate on your palm. As he does so, you can feel his hardness growing against you. Human enough for that, then, whatever he was. Your bodies are too flush but you do wonder how visible it would be in his attire.
“So, I can give you my- sexual… energy. To pay my debt,” you answer, trying to clear your mind of the fog of arousal that was building, trying to be clear on the terms of this agreement you’d accidentally found yourself in. Struggling to think that anything else is even what you want in this moment.
Unearthly, mismatched eyes sparkle in the dark as they look to you, amusement and something darker burning in them, “Yes.”
Well, that’s that then. You grind your hips against his, causing him to groan. A thrill runs through you as it lets go of your wrists, hands shifting to your hips, claws digging into soft flesh as it holds you against it, not breaking eye contact for one second. The heat at your core burns hotter.
“How much will you need?” You ask, your voice thick with the growing desire you can feel building in the both of you.
“More than this,” is all he answers, leaning into you, its mouth a mere whisper from your own.
You’re the one to close the distance, and somehow it feels as if he can’t. His lips are surprisingly soft, though the kiss is anything but gentle. Ravaging, as if he were starved and you were what fed him. As if you were life itself for him. Your hands delve into the thicket of curls tucked under his mask’s strap as his mouth devours yours.
Your mind is filled with sensation: Soft, claiming mouth. Silken curls in your hands. The feeling of claws retreating away from your tender flesh, yet fingers still left gripping your hips. The harsh bark of the tree against your back. The way your legs still shake, spent from running.
He must have noticed your legs as well, because the next thing you know you’re being lifted up off the ground. Your instinct is to wrap your legs around the Creature’s torso, and you don’t fight it. When you lock them, you feel the Creature sigh into your mouth, content to be nestled between your thighs, happy to have your ass cupped in its hands.
You pull away, and it doesn’t look too pleased about it at first, but the petulance of denial melts away when your hands move to its chest and you hum delightedly at the feeling of silk against strong pectoral muscles. He laughs as he dips his head down towards you again, trailing kisses from your jaw down your neck. He nips at your pulse point and you gasp, fingers grasping the soft material of his shirt, an electric thrill running straight from his teeth on your neck to your groin. It nuzzles into your neck, sighing another satisfied sigh, and it is as if your arousal is scented, seeping out of your skin.
And for all you know, for this creature, it is.
You find your hands in its hair again, pulling its face back up to yours, want leaving your lips feeling untended. As you greedily take its mouth, it pushes you further against the tree, grinding hips to hips. You whimper into its mouth, and that only makes it grind more avariciously.
When he pulls his mouth from yours, you find yourself feeling bereft. Is this all he needed? Is his hunger filled? You try and tell yourself perhaps it is better things don’t go further. You know this is a lie you will hold to yourself if this is all you get.
“Is this sufficient?” You ask, your walls already coming up, preparing for the rejection you expect.
“No. I need more,” is his firm answer. Relief floods you as he pulls you away from the tree, laying you amongst the roots where a surprisingly soft bed of moss and leaves lay. You wonder if somehow he summoned it for you.
You waste no time and begin pulling your shirt off, exposing your breasts to the cold night air. You always loved how blue they looked in the moonlight, as if you were yourself something more than human.
Slowly he moves down your body, mouth brushing exposed skin, nuzzling at neck and then collarbone until finally he nestles himself between your breasts. He does another of his deep inhales, only this time instead of sighing he lets out a deep purr. You feel as much as hear the vibrations of it against your skin, goose pimples rising all along your breasts, nipples pulling taut.
It nuzzles into the tender flesh of your right breast, and when those mismatched eyes look up to you, you can feel your heart race faster in your chest. One hand comes up to gently cup your left breast, and you see that its fingers have changed from the long-claws you had seen earlier. They are now shorter, closer to human length, and the claws are softer, more rounded – as if they had been shifted to be less lethal.
His pointed tongue flicks out and over your nipple, and you find yourself gasping and arching up into the sensation. As the inhuman tongue wraps around your bud, you feel electricity running along your nerves, every sensation suddenly much more intense, and all of it feeding back into your growing arousal.
You look down at the Creature lavishing attention upon your breasts, and the sight of such a thing brings the flame of your arousal into a roaring blaze. Its eyes are closed, as if it is savoring the taste of you with its unnaturally long tongue, circling and engulfing. You grasp its curls in your hands, as if you could hold it to you forever.
He swaps to your other breast, as if it would be a crime not to give proper attention to both beauties. As he does his work, other parts of you long for attention, and you find yourself whimpering and seeking out any friction, trying to grind your hips against his. But the pressure and weight of him is so much you can barely move beneath it.
“Needy little thing,” it purrs against your skin, a smile on its face and a multitude in its voice.
You respond by whining and wiggling underneath him, which only causes his lascivious grin to grow. He shifts, pulling back so you have just enough space to move beneath him. Your instantly grinding against him, seeking that precious friction. He watches you with eyes alight with an internal fire, and you can feel just how affected he has been by your activities, grinding against the length of hardness you feel on him, aching for-
“More,” You demand.
“More.” He agrees, nimble fingers undoing the button on your jeans, and your hands join his to pull the cursed things off of you.
He looks at you, nearly naked and desperately wanting, and lets out a deep sound of appreciation. You feel your cheeks heat up at being appraised so, and also it makes you want him even more.
It brings a hand up to your panties and applies pressure with just one knuckle, slowly moving it up and down. With its other hand it holds you down so you can’t buck your hips as you so long to do, wanting more pressure, more speed, wanting more.
Humming softly in appreciation, its mismatched eyes flick up to your face as it adds what you’re craving. More pressure, more speed. The tension at your core builds and still your sex aches to be filled. The Creature removes its hands and for a moment you feel emptier than you ever have before, but it is brief, as hands descend back onto you, the sharp, deadly claws back as it shreds your panties off of you, exposing your wet pussy to the cold night air.
You watch as, before your eyes, the fingers shift once again to their softer, more tender form before reaching for you. Gently, it parts your lips, taking in the sight of how wet you are for it. You can see the smug satisfaction on its face as one finger gently works to spread your juices up to your clit, slowly circling it and watching as your hips buck up into its touch.
“Such a beautiful mess you’ve become,” it purrs as it plunges one of its ethereally-long fingers into you.
“Fuck,” you whine, cunt alight with the pleasure of penetration. The Creature slowly curls its finger, applying pressure onto just the right spot to make you whimper, all words failing you now.
He slips another finger in alongside the first, and slowly moves them in and out of you, watching as you come apart in his grasp. He slides a third finger in alongside the other two, stroking your insides with deft hands. You cling to him, moving your hips to match his rhythm, and together the two of you build at the tension in your core. Your eyes are locked with his as he rubs at that aching, wonderful, torturous spot inside you.
“Don’t look away, vitto mia,” he whispers, voice thick with desire, working your clit with his thumb, feeling your cunt clench around his fingers as you whimper beneath him.
Looking into those mismatched eyes, his fingers deftly working at your core, the tension quickly approaching release: it’s as if you can both feel your impeding climax. His smug look has transformed to that of concentration, as if he were solving a particularly interesting puzzle. Power and lust smolder off of him, like heat off of pavement in summer.
His fingers inside you, his thumb swirling around your clit, move together in exactly the ways you need them to. You’re fighting the urge to look away from him, to hide behind closed eyes as your orgasm approaches, but the intensity of his gaze does not let you.
“I’m going to –”
“I know,” he answers, “Come apart for me, prediletta.”
And you do. The pleasure peaking and cresting, crashing through you, your cunt clenching around his fingers. Your pleasure screamed, intensity to match intensity. The orgasm lasts what feels an eternity, yet not long enough. You watch as the Creature pulls its fingers out of you, purring happily as he laps up your slick.
You sit there, panting beneath him, and realize you don’t want to be done.
“More?” You ask, and the Creature’s eyes flash greedily down at you.
“More.” It responds.
Having gotten a taste of you, the Creature wants more. He crouches down over you and hooks his arms under your legs, pulling you up as he moves down, so he is face-to-face with your bare cunt. He lets out a trill of glee, eyes fully glued to your pussy.
“Fuck,” you say out loud, eyes wide as you watch his preternaturally long tongue slide out of his mouth, the barely quenched fire within you roaring back to life.
He locks eyes with you as he runs his tongue along your slit, reveling in the way your legs shake. You whimper softly when that dexterous muscle swirls around your clit, whining when you feel the vibrations of his laughter against your sex. In the wake of your orgasm, every sensation is heightened, and even just the feel of his hands digging into your thighs is enough to drive you wild.
The Creature seems to get lost in its lingual exploration of you. For the first time in this encounter, things seem to be about what it enjoys and not just what will please you. It’s tongue thoroughly licks every bit of your folds, swirling and darting in ways you don’t think are possible for a human. Then, it dips its tongue ever-so-shallowly into your entrance. You gasp, grabbing those dark curls as if you could pull it any closer than it already is.
Glowing, mismatched eyes lift up to your face, an intense look of hunger burning there. He pushes his tongue deeper into you, watching as you come apart. For a moment, he stills and seems to just revel in the feeling of being in you in this way, in being able to taste and feel you so intimately. You tug on his hair lightly to encourage him to continue, and again his laughter vibrates against your sensitive parts. He obliges, writhing his tongue inside you.
Your encouragement seems to spur him into a frenzy, and he buries himself in your pussy and dedicates his entire attention to it. His enthusiasm – along with his physical attributes – translate into the most intense head you’ve ever had. You not only feel the physical pleasure of having such a prehensile appendage within you, but also you feel his desire for you as if it were a physical heat, as if only you could satiate this being’s need.
The Creature pulled away from you and turns its head to the side, placing a surprisingly gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh. It looks up at you from between your legs, mismatched eyes eerily glowing, lust upon their features.
“I want to feel you come on my face,” it growls, voice thick with ardor.
You lick your lips and all you can do is nod in agreement, words failing you.
He nips your thigh before shifting his focus back to the organ at the apex of your thighs, greedily devouring you again. Cries of pleasure escape from your throat, and you can feel your orgasm building faster than it had before. You laugh softly as your core tightens, tension reaching a peak. You hadn’t thought he had just been fucking around before, but now that he seems to mean business you can see how leisurely he was taking it previously. You feel like an instrument being plucked by expert hands, playing a masterpiece you didn’t even know you had in you.
It is in fast order that you can feel the familiar signs of impending orgasm. Your hips move with the Creature and its deft tongue. Your entire body tenses as you cry out as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you.
You collapse back onto the forest floor, your whole body shaking in the aftershocks. After a while, you dare to glance down at the Creature resting happily between your thighs. Laughter burbles up out of you as you see the cockiest expression you’ve ever seen on anyone before: He’s clearly pleased with himself.
Feeling bold, you grab the Creature by the shirt and pull it back up to you. You can feel its smile against your mouth as you hungrily devour it in a kiss, tasting your essence on its lips. At this point, all thoughts of debt and payment are gone.
Your hands begin to wander down the Creature’s body, tugging at his shirt, which he obediently removes for you. Your hands explore the now-exposed flesh, mesmerized by the sight, pausing to appreciate the firmness of his chest yet the softness of his belly. Your hands continue lower, reaching your goal, that hard length you’ve only just barely encountered. When your hand grasps it through the soft cloth of its pants, the Creature growls into your mouth, a sound you more feel than hear.
You reluctantly pull away from your kiss with the Creature in order to undo the laces of its pants. As soon as they are loosened, the Creature is swiftly out of them. The two of you now stand naked before one another, on as equal footing as you’ll ever be. Your gaze is captivated by the Creature’s phallus. You weren’t sure what it was going to look like. Up until now it had felt more or less like the human versions you had encountered. And it…mostly looks like the penises you were familiar with (well, all the uncut ones). However, at the base of this one, was a bulge, the thought of which sends a thrill up your spine as you imagine yourself stretching around him, being filled by him.
You reach your hand out to grasp the Creature’s cock, savoring the silk-over-steel feeling. You are pleased by the deep noise which erupts from the Creature at your touch. Your gaze lifts to its face, the heat at your core awakening again at the sight of such intense eyes boring into you. Slowly, you start stroking his cock, the feel of it in your hand sending pulses of electric satisfaction through you. Low growls of pleasure emanate from the Creature, further spurring your re-kindled arousal. He starts to match your rhythm, hips rolling sinfully, in such a way as could only be described as fucking your hand. It makes you want him in you so desperately, your empty cunt aching to be filled again. You shift so you two are aligned for such a thing, releasing your grasp on his member, looking into those burning white-and-green eyes, silently begging him to understand what you want.
The Creature smirks, and shifts so his cock rubs up and down your dripping slit, lining it up with your entrance. He looks into your eyes as he stays there, completely still, pinning you down so you can’t so much as shift an inch – no matter how much you want to, and every nerve in your body is screaming for this.
“Beg for it,” he growls at you, spurring shivers of pleasure throughout your being.
“Please,” you whisper back, voice cracking after so much use. “Fuck me. Now.”
He doesn’t move, and you whine, trying to shift, but the pressure he has on you only gets heavier, keeping you pinned in place.
“Please,” you whimper, pouring all of your heady need into the word.
That’s when he gives in, slowly pushing in, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of your heat wrapping around him. Enjoying the view of you coming undone beneath him. He pauses again when he’s deep enough that the bulge at his base is resting against your entrance. This part he takes even slower, letting your delicate tissues slowly stretch to accommodate the girth of him. It hurts, just a little, but the pain only seems to feed into the pleasure. Finally, when he is fully in you, you hear him sigh contentedly. You feel stretched by him, at the absolute limits of what you could possible take, and it feels amazing, pleasure pulsing at your core, cascading throughout your body.
Then it rolls its hips, pulling out and plunging mercilessly back into you. You moan shamelessly, a low and throaty sound. It rolls its hips again, and again, panting as it feels the heat and wet of you engulf it.
You reach around and grab the Creature by his ass, urging him on, rolling your hips in matched rhythm with his. The coil at your center is tight again, tension building, as you’re watching this unfathomably powerful creature lose itself in you. He speeds up, flesh slapping against flesh, moans melting into moans, the two of you creating a beautiful cacophony of lust.
After a time of this danse erotic, you see something shift in his face, and his strokes get more frenzied. You cling to him, as he fucks you into the ground. You are yourself on the precipice when you feel him stiffen above you and a warmth fills your cunt, but suddenly there’s more pressure inside you, and it sends you over the edge, your pleasure strummed higher and higher, and the waves of an orgasm are quickly crashing around you. Your cry of pleasure is barely out of your lips before the Creature’s mouth is upon yours, as if it could, too, devour this sound.
The two of you lay there, panting, in the wake of your activities, still interlocked. Its body is heavy over you, the weight and presence of it a comfort.
“More?” you ask, voice crackling and hardly there. He laughs, and the many layers of sound in the laugh wrap around you and make you smile. It turns its head in order to be able to lay a kiss on your temple.
"You... you are leaving?" The Etruscan king Corythus asked with his newborn son in his arms.
The babe had survived eleven days in the warm embrace of his parents, along with his twin brother who was in his wife's arms.
"This child of mine is born of two Gods. I wish to raise him in Samothrake as I am closer to my sisters." The star nymph Elektra whispered as her attention focused on the child she held.
She looked up at the king she has for a husband. He has been alive for forty years now. His age clear on his face and hands. His arms curled around his son, born from him and her.
"You could raise him here." The king suggested by taking a step forward, "Him and his brother should not grown apart, my dear. They may yearn to see one another often."
Elektra stayed silent for a moment; her eyes drawn downwards to her children.
"I don't plan to separate the two."
The king retreated back with two slow steps.
"Do you mean to..."
"Yes." The nymph answered, "I do intend to take both with me."
Corythus' shoulders squared up, holding his son closer to his chest. The precious boy in his arms stared up at his father with wide eyes. A gentleness that matched the old king who ran his thumb over the child's cheek and nearly sobbed.
"You wish to rob me of fatherhood?" He did sob and his wife gasped.
Elektra hastily neared her husband, reaching out her hand, "My dear Corythus, I would never—"
"Oh, but you do!" He caught her wrist in his grip, "Gone with the wind, you and now the children! Gone just like my youth as my wisdom grows!"
His body shook in anger. Anger he thought would never reach him. Not after it overflowed out of him upon learning the truth of his wife's pregnancy.
Tears fell from his eyes as exhaustion made his shoulders slack. His hand moved from Elektra's wrist to her palm, wrapping his wrinkled fingers around her smooth skin and pulling it in to rest over his chest. Corythus closed his eyes while wishing for time to stop.
"I do not plan to harbor our son in my home forever." His wife whispered in soothing vocals, "Your kingdom will not be robbed of an heir to its throne."
"The throne is not what concerns me most, lovely Elektra. The words he will first speak, his growth in mobility and height, his simple joy and laughter—that is what you take from me in his early years."
Elektra sighed as she observed the children in their arms. Dardanus was who she held and Iasion rested in the king's arms. One asleep, one awake. One with darker hair like hers and one with bright curls like his.
Born of the same mother, but one son with a God for a father and the other a mortal man.
Precious to the nymph all the same.
"Forgive me." She raised her hand from his chest to his face, "Forgive me for the sadness—" Her brows furrowed, "The anger—I have caused in you. I have never met a man anywhere near as patient as you."
"I am getting old." Corythus' voice trembled slightly as he spoke into her palm.
She winced, "I know. I know, dear Corythus." Elektra rested her head against his.
A shaky exhale left the king's lips as he whispered, "Stay."
"Corythus..." Elektra squeezed her eyes shut as it pained her to hear those words.
"Please stay."
Exhaustion weighed down on both of them. Old words respoken hundreds of times with the outcome unchanged.
The star nymph took a breath before opening her eyes and meeting his wearisome gaze.
"When our son is half the age of maturity... I will return him. I will not hide him from you, nor you from him. I promise you." Her gentle eyes begging for his understanding.
His eyes shied away, plagued with thoughts, "I see."
The king felt so distant, despite being right in front of his star.
Hi, you can call me Moon!
This one-shot wasn’t a request
It features Bo, Nita & Leon as platonic yandere figures adopting a nature-connected GN!Reader by force.
Please enjoy, and let me know in the comments if you’d like me to turn it into a full fanfic!
(Bo, Nita & Leon — Platonic Yandere x GN!Reader)
The first time they appeared, they came softly.
Bo spoke calmly, trying to convince you that you’d be safer with them.
Nita offered you nuts and berries with her small hands, while Leon tried to joke awkwardly to make you feel comfortable.
But you rejected them.
You told them you wanted nothing to do with them.
That your life was in the trees, in the flowers, in the breeze slipping under your animal hood.
That you needed nothing else.
That was your mistake.
The second time, there was no choice.
Bo stood before you, his eyes as serious as the night sky. His voice sounded like a sentence:
“You can’t be alone anymore. We warned you.”
Nita grabbed your hand with surprising strength for her age, staring at you with innocent yet insistent eyes.
“You’re my sibling now.”
And Leon, behind you, calmly placed his camo hood over your shoulders. His smile curved sideways, almost sad.
“Better get used to it. We’re not letting you go.”
The following days felt strange.
Nita followed you everywhere, proud and clingy, calling you “big sibling.” She copied everything you did: how you picked herbs, how you walked quietly so as not to scare the animals. Sometimes she tugged at your sleeve to show you what she’d found. Other times she simply hugged you, whispering:
“I don’t want you to disappear…”
Leon, in contrast, was unbearable with his jealousy. He watched you even when you went to drink from the river, appearing from the mist like a shadow.
“Who are you talking to? The trees? The wind?” he asked, half-joking, half-serious.
When you didn’t answer, he stepped closer, blocking your path until you had no choice but to look at him.
“I don’t care who it is… Just look at me first. Always.”
And Bo… Bo was different. He didn’t speak much, but he was everywhere.
Every time you tried to escape, he was already there, blocking your way with that terrible calmness.
“You don’t understand,” he murmured. “There’s no safer place than with us. And no matter how far you run: we’ll always find you.”
The nature you loved so much began to feel like a cage.
Every firefly seemed to be watched by Nita.
Every shadow in the trees hid Leon.
Every silence in the forest carried Bo’s heavy gaze.
And yet… no matter how much you resisted, no matter how many times you said you didn’t want anything to do with them… every time you stumbled, got sick, or felt cold under your animal hood, they were there.
Nita covered you with her blanket.
Leon slipped you food when you refused to eat.
Bo kept watch as you slept, whispering words you could never quite catch.
A forced “adoption,” yes.
But a family that would never let you go.
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