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~~ Mahito x Reader 18+~~

Just Keep Quiet

You're enjoying yourself on Halloween at a nice bar when you're suddenly approached by an odd man who no one else can see. As long as you keep quiet, you can enjoy a nice, kinky night with this… ghost?

Chubby Fem! Reader/Mahito | 2.5k words

Includes:

Public Sex

Vaginal Sex

Just a bit of Mahito's Technique in use

This fic was made for @nanamiscocksleeve 's Monster Mash event! He's a bit OOC here to be more mischievous than creepy. Don't worry though, my other Mahito stories will be sufficiently in character hahah.

The bar was alive with Halloween energy—dim lights, fake cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, and costumed patrons laughing over spooky-themed cocktails. You're settled in a seat far from the center of the bar, back where the music is quieter, in a simple witch outfit that didn't take too much time or effort. The cozy atmosphere of a fall festive bar surrounded you. You smiled, feeling right at home in the cozy chaos. It’s the perfect night for a little solo time with yourself, but as you sipped your drink, that feeling of being watched creeps up your spine.

You glance around, and that’s when you see him. Among the various costumes and painted faces, a guy leaning against the bar completely at ease, as if he owns the place, caught your attention. He looked like he belonged here. His patchwork body paint fitting in seamlessly with the ghoulish crowd. But something about him stood out. His lazy grin was too sharp, his mismatched eyes locked directly on you, unwavering and intense.

And yet, no one else seemed to notice him. Not the waitstaff, not the patrons... just you. Must be caught up in their Halloween fun.

He’s attractive in an odd, dangerous way. The kind of guy you’d try not to be seen staring at—but you can’t help yourself. He looked like trouble, but the fun kind, especially on a night like this. A nervous flutter stirred in your chest. You took another sip of your drink, keeping him in your peripheral vision, wondering why he’s looking at you so intently. Your mind played through a dozen possibilities, but none of them prepare you for what happened next.

Before you could process it, he’s walking over, cutting through the crowd with an easy confidence.

"Mind if I join you?" His voice was smooth, laced with amusement, and without waiting for your answer, he pulled out the chair and sat down. His eyes roamed over your body—lingering in a way that made your breath hitch.

You raised an eyebrow, a little flustered but trying to play it cool. “Uh, sure, I suppose,” you said with a slight grin. “Nice costume.”

Mahito chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You like it? Fits the occasion, don’t you think?”

You nodded,his lingering gaze made your skin tingle. There’s something about the way he looked at you that makes you feel warm, especially the way his eyes seem to appreciate every part of you. Something... alluring. It felt like he’s savoring every inch of you, especially the extra curves in your full figure. You’re used to the occasional look, but this—this is different.

“You’re quite a sight yourself,” he said, his voice dropping an octave as his gaze settled on your soft thighs, the way your dress hugged your curves. He spoke with a hint of something that makes your breath catch. His fingers trailed the edge of your arm, light and teasing, sending shivers down your spine.

A blush crept up your cheeks. “Thanks, I guess.” You laughed softly, trying to ignore the way your body reacted to his touch. Normally, you’d be wary, but there’s something about the way he touches you that makes your pulse race for all the right reasons.

His hand moved, slow but deliberate, tracing the edge of your arm. The touch sent a ripple of warmth through your body, and instead of shying away, you found yourself leaning into it.

He smirked, eyes flicking to your full thighs as they press together under the table. His gaze is appreciative, far from judging—it feels like he’s savoring. "Such a pretty thing," he murmured, his fingers brushing your shoulder, and for some reason, the way he says it makes you feel something. Like he’s appreciating every curve, every bit of softness. “You should wear this more often.”

Your heart skipped a beat. His words, paired with his bold attention, make you feel... seen, and not just in a superficial way. There’s something intoxicating about how he looks at you, like he’s genuinely enjoying every inch of your body.

But as your pulse quickens under his attention, you realize no one else was reacting. Not one head turns. Not one eye glances your way. No one’s reacting to him being so close, so bold with his touches. It's almost as if—

A nervous laugh bubbled up from your throat. “I normally see some weird looks when people get too touchy in public.”

Mahito tilted his head, his grin widening. He leaned in, close enough that you feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. “You’re the only one who can see me, darling.”

"Ahaha, it seems like it," you laughed, thinking nothing of that revelation. Mahito looked up at a server as they pass by. He took a drink off of their tray and dropped it, watching as they whipped around looking utterly confused. You just stared with your eyes wide as the server, looking directly at Mahito, chalked it up to an accident and walked off to their table, extremely apologetic.

"You're kidding me. Are you... Are you a ghost??"

He chuckled softly, his hand sliding down your arm to rest on your thigh. The touch was firm, grounding, sending heat through your body. “Something like that.”

Your heart raced, but not in the way it should. He’s not cold like you’d expect from a ghost. No, the way he touched you felt very real, very solid and warm, and suddenly, your body responds in a way that surprises even you.

A ghost? That's one thing. But a flirty ghost? Even better.

And now that you know no one else can see him, something in you loosened. The tension you felt earlier melted away, replaced by a growing curiosity. You shifted slightly, your thighs pressing together, and his eyes track every movement.

A shiver ran down your spine. You took a moment to process what he’s just said.

“Ooh,” you hummed softly, a coy smile tugging at your lips. “So, you’re telling me no one else in this room knows you’re touching me right now?”

His smirk deepened, and he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” His thumb brushed against the soft skin of your thigh, squeezing lightly. “It’s just you and me. I can do whatever I want, and no one would even notice.”

You bit your lip, a small heat pooling in your stomach. This is... different. It’s thrilling, in a way. Knowing he’s there, touching you, and no one else has a clue? It sends a rush of excitement through you. “I guess that means you can do whatever you want, huh?”

Mahito’s fingers trailed up and down your thigh, resting there for just a moment before he picked at the hem of your skirt. “Whatever I want,” he purred. His thumb brushed the inside of your leg, making your breath hitch. “And no one will ever know...” His grin widened, eyes darkening with something more primal. His hand squeezing your thigh a little tighter. “And now that you know... I can be a little bolder.”

Your breath caught as his fingers traced slow circles on your thigh, moving higher with each pass. Your body reacted instinctively, leaning into his touch, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The way his hand caressed your softness, the way he’s treating your curves like something to be worshiped, it sent a thrill through you. It made you feel wanted in a way that sent your mind spinning. His hand moved higher, fingers grazing the soft inner flesh of your thigh where your plush thighs met, and you let out a soft gasp, your body responding to the warmth and pressure of his touch. Inching ever closer.

Your heart raced, the heat between your legs growing as his hand slips higher, fingers grazing under the edge of your dress.

“You like that, don’t you?” His voice is low, teasing, as his hand reached up under your skirt, the touch no longer hesitant. His eyes drinking in the way your body moves under his touch. “I knew you would.”

“Ooh,” you murmured, voice a little breathy. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure, but the way he’s touching you, the way he’s looking at you, it’s making it hard to think straight. “Maybe... a little,” you admited, a playful grin tugging at your lips. “You’re really not holding back, are you?”

“Why should I?” he purred, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver through your body. “I’m already invisible to everyone else. I might as well enjoy myself... and so should you.”

Mahito’s grin turned wicked, his hand slipping even higher, fingers brushing dangerously close to your sensitivity, making your heart race. “Just a little, huh? I think I can do better than that.” His eyes darken with hunger, but there’s a tenderness there, a strange mix of teasing and adoration as his gaze drinks you in. He lifted your skirt revealing your themed panties hidden under a thin layer of pantyhose. He split your legs beneath the table and quickly tore a hole in the crotch of the fabric.

Your mind was spinning, but in the best way. His attention feels intoxicating, like a game you didn’t even know you wanted to play, and now that you’re playing, you can’t get enough.

His eyes trailed over your body again, and the way he looks at you—it’s like he can’t get enough. His opposite hand explores the soft curve of your stomach, squeezing appreciatively. “You’ve got a body worth loving,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Every curve, every soft inch of you... it’s perfect.”

Your cheeks flushed at his words, a mix of pride and desire swirling in your chest. Hearing him speak about your body like that made you feel so sexy. And the way he’s touching you... it’s sending every nerve in your body into overdrive.

“You’re bold, aren’t you?” you teased, but the playful edge in your voice betrayed just how much you’re enjoying this.

He leaned in, lips grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “I wonder just how much more I could make you enjoy this.” His voice sent a pleasant chill down your spine.

Your breath hitched, your thighs pressing together under the table as his hand lingers between your thighs. “Go ahead then,” you murmured, your voice a little breathless but filled with curiosity. “Show me.”

Mahito chuckled, the sound low and sultry. “Oh, I intend to.”

And with that, his fingers slid higher, his touch growing bolder as he explores every inch of your softness. The way his hand moved over your curves, the way his voice hummed with approval at every squeeze, every caress—it’s enough to make you melt into the seat. You shivered in anticipation, heat coiling low in your stomach. You’re not sure how this night turned into something out of your wildest fantasies, but you’re far from complaining. His touch is addicting, and now that you know no one else can see him, it feels like you’re sharing a secret—a thrilling, dangerous secret.

No one else can see. No one else knows. But you? You’re loving every second of it.

You tucked yourself into the corner of your table to minimize being noticed, though that might be hard. As much as you stifled your sounds, Mahito's incessant prodding made it hard to keep quiet. While you bit your lip and flattened your hands at your sides, Mahito's fingers began to pull your panties aside and slide up along your moistening slit. You knew that making too much noise would draw attention and getting kicked out was not what you wanted. His fingers pressed into you, stirring up your wetness. You whimpered, laying your head back against the booth seat.

Mahito's lips played on your neck, his body hunched over yours other hand trailing along your soft sides with gentle squeezing.

"You really like doing that, huh?" You said softly, scanning the bar for any suspicion.

He continued his pecking along your shoulders and jaw, pausing only for a moment to respond. "Why wouldn't I? You feel so wonderful already, I can only imagine how it feels inside you," he purred.

"Isn't that a little risky? I already c-" you stiffened as his fingers pressed into your sweet spot, your jaw tightening before you can finish your sentence. "C-can barely keep quiet."

"Then why don't we stick to fingers?" Mahito offered. Though, as he said it, you felt something shifting and thickening inside you. It felt as if he had produced a dildo of some kind, using that on you after sneakily replacing his fingers, but when you glanced down, it was his hand. It had transformed the three digits that was teasing you into a twisting piece that he used on you relentlessly, thrusting up into your depths and stretching your walls. Ghosts can do that?

You covered your mouth, the thickness pushing in and out of you while his lips danced on you. Your hands dug into the seat, eyes shutting tight as you fought the moans in your throat. His thrusting piece moved at a stuttered, deep pace that rattled the warmth in your stomach. Heating up more and more, steadily higher. You couldn't stop the way your breath began to come in heavy pants.

"You feel so good. I wish I could just fuck you right," Mahito groaned softly against your ear, his hand over your stomach pushed up to your breasts and started to squeeze and fondle them.

You fought against the growing sounds, "if we get out of here, you could."

Mahito shook his head, nipping at you and pulling you closer to him, his piece hastening it's pace. The way he ran it into you was making that pool of heat start to boil over. "I want to watch you cum here first. Maybe I can break you," he laughed, his hold tight, trapping you against him and the back of the booth.

That wouldn't take too long. All the attention, the whispers, the struggle to keep it under wraps, it was too much for you. You clung to him, sure it looked so odd to whoever might be glancing over, burying your face into his shoulder and shuddering as you clenched on his hand. It was a strong wave of pleasure that crashed into you, threatening to escape your throat as you bit onto his shoulder to keep yourself quiet.

Mahito gave a low groan at your teeth in his flesh, his hand stuttering inside you and his head lowering onto your own shoulder.

Shuddering, stuttering, you both sat in a stiff and forced silence for a moment before he finally pulled his hand away and returned the shape to normal. Your faces were both flushed, a heavy panting shared.

"We need to get out of here," you decided, pulling your dress into place and sliding out of the opposite end of the booth. Mahito followed close after you, agreeing completely.

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~~ Nanami Kento x Reader 18+~~

A Kind, Warm Heart

A hike through the mountains takes a terrible turn when you encounter a monster looking for a snack. You are saved, however, by an intensely serious naga. You decide to thank Nanami (Nagami?) for saving you.

Gender Neutral Nondescript Reader/Nanami Kento | 3.1k words

Includes:

Near Miss Bear Attack

Oral (Nanami Recieving)

Snakes (Naga Nanami)

This fic was made for @nanamiscocksleeve 's Monster Mash event! Enjoy some smut with Naganami~

A simple hike, that’s all it was supposed to be. A peaceful, solitary escape into nature.

But, of course, it couldn’t stay that simple. Nothing ever did. It had started well enough, at least. You had set out with the sun cresting over the horizon, a soft warmth blanketing the world as you leisurely walked along the trail. The air was fresh, crisp, the scent of pine and earth filling your lungs with every breath. You let your gaze wander, taking in the sights of the mountain’s quiet beauty—birds flitting between branches, their songs a delicate melody, the occasional squirrel darting through the underbrush.

Everything was peaceful. Almost serene. The path was clearly marked, a safe guide through the untamed wilderness. You knew, as long as you followed it, you’d steer clear of any monster dens or territorial wildlife. That was the whole point of sticking to the path—no surprises, no wrong turns, no getting lost.

You had followed it. At least, you thought you had.

But as the day wore on, something changed. You hadn’t noticed it at first, you were too distracted by the views, by the quiet. Suddenly, the familiar markers were gone. You frowned, scanning the surroundings, searching for a signpost or stone trail marker, but there was nothing. Somehow, you had strayed off course. The beaten trail under your feet had slowly been replaced by rough patches of wild grass, untended and uneven, and the canopy above felt darker, more oppressive.

Had you taken a wrong turn? Or had the path simply faded beneath you?

You tried to shake off the rising unease and kept moving, convincing yourself you could backtrack and find your way soon enough. But the deeper you went, the more unsettling the silence became. The birds no longer sang, and the trees seemed to loom closer together, the shadows beneath them darker than they should have been.

Then you heard it.

A rustle in the bushes. Quiet at first, so soft it might have been the wind. The sound grew, just enough to put your nerves on edge. You stiffened, heart quickening, and slowly turned your head over your shoulder, muscles tensing as you did.

The bushes trembled, shaking just slightly, but it was enough. You could feel eyes on you, lurking just beyond the cover of leaves. As your pulse pounded in your ears, a shape began to rise from the foliage, a silhouette emerging like a shadow out of the earth itself.

A bear.

Its hulking form towered over the bushes, a massive black shape with muscles rippling beneath its fur. Its small, dark eyes locked onto yours—sharp, assessing, and dangerous. You froze, instinct kicking in, every muscle in your body tightening. A deep growl rumbled from its chest, low and menacing, the kind of sound that sent a chill down your spine, primal and raw.

Your breath hitched, barely contained as you realized just how close it was. The bear’s paws were enormous, claws curved and thick like deadly hooks, and they crushed the grass beneath it with every step. It had seen you. It was aware of you. And you were close.

Too close.

You took a slow, shaky step back, praying it would lose interest, but that hope died quickly as the bear’s growl deepened, its eyes narrowing. You could feel the ground tremble beneath you as it lurched forward, a low rumble shaking the earth. Time seemed to slow, and before you could even think, the bear bared its teeth—yellow and jagged—and moved.

Panic surged through your veins, and you turned, heart pounding in your throat as you bolted into the trees. The underbrush snapped and cracked beneath your feet as you sprinted, legs burning as they tried to carry you faster than you’d ever run in your life. Behind you, the bear roared—a thunderous, bone-rattling sound that spurred you into motion even harder.

The forest blurred around you as you ran, branches whipping against your skin and sharp twigs cutting into your arms, but you couldn’t stop. The bear’s heavy footfalls were too close, crushing the ground behind you, its labored breathing filling the air like a predator closing in on its prey.

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. All that mattered was running, keeping distance between you and the creature that seemed so much faster than it had any right to be. Your lungs screamed, your legs ached, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to look back.

The bear was right there—closer than you’d thought. Too close.

Before you could react, your foot caught on a gnarled root sticking out from the dirt. You pitched forward with a gasp, hitting the ground hard as the world spun around you. Pain exploded in your palms as you scraped against the rough earth, but there was no time to think. No time to recover. The bear was on you.

Its massive form cast a shadow over you as you scrambled to push yourself up, heart hammering wildly. You could feel the earth tremble beneath its weight, hear the terrifying growl as it raised a massive paw, ready to smash down and crush you in one powerful strike.

Just as the blow was about to land, something struck the bear—hard. A blur of movement cut through the air, knocking the beast off balance. You gasped, rolling to your side just as a long, sinuous shape coiled between you and the bear, swift and silent like a whip of lightning.

He moved with terrifying precision, a lithe figure with his lower half winding into the form of a powerful snake coiling effortlessly in the dirt. His human torso was bare, muscles flexing with every motion as his long tail lashed out, slamming the bear aside with a force that seemed impossible. His expression had twisted into something primal, his gaze searing with the intent to protect.

The bear roared, shaking off the blow, but the naga was faster. In an instant, he coiled tighter, his long tail whipping around with blinding speed, wrapping around the bear’s torso and pinning its limbs. The bear struggled, thrashing against the powerful grip, but his tail constricted, tighter and tighter, until the creature’s growls turned to pitiful whimpers.

“Stay still,” he commanded, voice low but firm, and the bear finally stilled, trapped beneath his hold.

You sat up, breathless, staring at the scene in disbelief as your heart raced. The naga's body relaxed slightly, but he didn’t release the bear, his serpentine tail still keeping the beast immobilized as he glanced over his shoulder at you.

“Are you alright?” His voice was calm now, as if he hadn’t just subdued a bear with his bare—well, snake—body.

You nodded weakly, too winded to speak, still processing the fact that you were alive—and that this monster had saved you in the most unexpected way.

The tension between you and the forest broke as he slowly unwound his tail from the bear, giving it space to retreat. The creature, disoriented and shaken, scrambled back into the trees, not daring to test his strength a second time.

He finally turned his full attention to you, extending a hand. “You should be more careful,” he said, with a hint of reprimand in his tone. “This mountain isn’t as tame as you think.”

But beneath the sharp words, you could feel the undercurrent of concern.

You took his hand, feeling the solid grip of his palm, and let him pull you up. His tail flicked in the dirt as he helped you steady yourself, the cool air wrapping around the both of you.

“I thought the path was safe,” you managed to breathe out.

His honeyed brown eyes softened, and for a moment, you could almost see a hint of warmth there, something beneath his composed exterior. “Not all paths are,” he said quietly, his voice steady and grounding.

"Uhm... thank you," you muttered, still catching your breath, trailing off slightly as the adrenaline began to fade. He looked aside for a moment, his expression unreadable, the silence between you both thick with unspoken things. His body relaxed, though the coil of his tail still moved subtly against the earth, a quiet reminder of his power.

Then, his gaze returned to you, those rounded pupils locking on you with an intent that made your heart stutter. “Nanami,” he said, almost as if deciding on the spot to give you something more personal, something real.

You couldn’t help but grin, relief bubbling up as a soft giggle escaped you. "Nanami. I... I feel like that's not enough. I want to do something to thank you," you said, a little nervous, but there was sincerity in your voice. After all, he had just saved your life in a way you could have never imagined.

His lips pressed together for a brief moment before he spoke. “No. There's no need. You should just head home before you get into more trouble.” His words were calm, but there was an undertone—something unreadable in his expression, as if he was weighing something in his mind.

You hesitated. It felt too soon to leave, too sudden after what had just happened. The air between you held a strange tension, not uncomfortable, but... charged. You swallowed, glancing around the dense trees and untamed wilderness, then back to him. "Are you sure? I mean... I could buy you a drink? Or maybe—"

"No," Nanami interrupted, his voice a touch firmer, though not unkind. "Out here, that isn’t necessary." His eyes shifted, just for a second, a flicker of something that told you he wasn’t as unmoved as he seemed.

Before you could respond, he sighed, his posture softening slightly. His gaze drifted down the mountain path behind you before he spoke again, a little quieter this time. “It’s dangerous to wander alone. If you don't know your way back..." His voice trailed off, and for a split second, you thought he might just leave it at that.

But then, his golden eyes found yours again, and you felt something shift in the air between you. “If you’d like,” he began, his voice slower, more deliberate now, “I can take you somewhere safer. Somewhere nearby.”

The suggestion hung in the air, almost cautious, like an invitation that could easily be taken back if you hesitated too long. Your heart skipped, curiosity piqued by both the offer and the quiet sense of care in his tone.

“Nearby?” you repeated, your breath catching slightly.

Nanami nodded, his tail shifting in the grass again, coiling slightly before relaxing. “I have a den close to here,” he said, his eyes not leaving yours. “It’s secluded—safe. You could rest there for a while. Then I’ll make sure you find your way back home.”

You blinked, surprised by the offer. It was practical, yes, but there was a gentle undertone in his voice that made it feel like more. You hesitated only for a moment, weighing your options. As if there was really a need. You didn't want to leave him so soon and this was a perfect excuse to stay close.

“I—yes. That would be... really helpful,” you admitted, your voice a little softer now. The tension in your body finally began to unwind, trusting in the unexpected calm that Nanami brought with him. “Thank you.”

Nanami gave a slow nod, his expression steady with something else beneath it. “Stay close,” he instructed, turning with a fluid grace as his tail wound itself beneath him, leading the way.

You followed, heart still racing but now with a different rhythm. You couldn’t help but watch the way his form moved, the contrast between his human upper half and the long, powerful tail that seemed so at ease in the wild. His presence, both intimidating and oddly protective, made you feel... safe.

He led you deeper into the forest, down a narrow path that you hadn’t even noticed before. The trees grew denser, the shadows deeper, and yet you felt no fear, only a growing curiosity as to where Nanami was taking you.

After a few minutes, the landscape shifted. You noticed the sound of running water—a small stream, clear and cold, winding between rocks. Just beyond it, you saw an opening in the side of a large rock formation, half-hidden by overgrown vines and moss. The entrance was wide enough for him to slip through with ease, his long body winding gracefully as he moved toward it.

“This way,” Nanami murmured, pausing at the entrance, waiting for you.

You stepped forward, cautiously peering inside. The den was surprisingly spacious, lit with the soft glow of bioluminescent plants hanging from the ceiling. The walls were smooth stone, cool and clean, with a pile of thick furs in one corner that looked comfortable enough to sleep on. It was far more inviting than you expected for a naga’s den.

Nanami moved inside effortlessly, his movements still fluid and calm, before he gestured toward the furs. “You can rest here if you'd like. Nap if you need. It’s warm, and no harm will come to you.”

Everything he said had an air of protection. You nodded, stepping inside with him, the strange tension from earlier melting into something more like quiet understanding.

“Thank you... again,” you murmured, glancing at him as you settled onto the furs. They were warm, surprisingly soft against your skin. Nanami didn’t respond immediately, but you could feel his presence lingering, the quiet hum of something unspoken in the air.

He finally nodded, his expression softening just enough to show he had no intention of leaving you unguarded for as long as you were with him. His form was solid and fluid, a mixture of two states fused together. Everything about him was so interesting. The kind eyes, the stoic expression, his sturdy form. Your eyes trailed all up and down his torso to his tail tip.

You thought a moment and hummed to yourself.

"Nanami... I think I know how I'd like to thank you," you started. He raised a brow at you, about to tell you once more it wasn't necessary when you gestured for him to join you on the furs. He hesitated, but eventually approached, his form towering over you easily. You reached up, taking his hand and pulling him down beside you. Even lying down, his torso was a tad large.

"So. Are you going to tell me?" He asked, looking you over curiously. You trailed your fingers on his stomach, feeling how soft his flesh was despite the firmness of his abdomen and the scales littering along his waist.

"For saving me, I want to give you a little... uhm. Oral~?" You suggested with a heat quickly rising to your cheeks. Nanami was taken aback, ready to protest.

But he was surprisingly easy to convince.

A couple prods and some more trailing fingers and he was already beginning to peek from his slit.

Now he had little reason to refuse. You already started, why not finish?

Nanami's face was dusted in pink, his eyes averted. "Hn... alright. If you insist..."

You smirked, pulling yourself up to straddle on his thick, powerful tail and dragging your hands down his stomach. His breath was steady, adjusting to sit upright and putting his hands on your thighs to keep you stable. Slowly, with each caress and touch his member slid out of the hidden slit where his tail and torso met. A pair of thick, serpentine pieces that welcomed your touch, reacting with small twitches.

Rubbing one, you leaned down and flicked your tongue against the other's tip. Planting kisses on each tip before taking one slowly into your mouth. He brushed his thumbs over your thighs, touch gentle, his pointed nails lightly pressing your skin.

You teased his serpent cocks. Listening as he gradually warmed, his stoicism breaking so you could hear how nicely he felt. The signs started small. A soft groan, his hands gripping you a little firmer now. After some time he began to squirm and hiss his breath through his teeth.

Your tongue swirled, sucking and bobbing your head, your hand working the other piece until it started to throb and spill clear precum.

"You're very eager," Nanami muttered, unable to resist his head rolling back.

A small snicker interrupted you, making you pull away to laugh. "I just want you to know how much I appreciated what you did."

He was still of the mind that a simple thank you would have been enough. Not that he was complaining. It just seemed like a bit of a jump.

You went back to it, swapping which sides you were rubbing and sucking. You could feel your saliva cooling on his cock. Both were throbbing, his writhing told you how much it was beginning to ache. He clawed the pelts beneath him to refrain from clawing you, breathing heavily. You pulled away, saliva stringing from your lips to his cock.

The sight alone was enough to make him melt. Nanami wanted you so badly, biting his lip with his pointed teeth. His eyes half lidded, looking at you lustfully.

Nanami bit back another sound, taking a shaky breath. "I-I'm so close..." he muttered, as if warning you.

You pulled away, rubbing both of his cocks as you leaned in to him, slightly grinding on his tail. "Cum then. I'm waiting," you purred.

He bucked into your hands, desperate to feel release by your touch. You kissed up his chest, letting him buck and writhe, tightening your grip just a bit. A low moan escaping him as his hips stuttered, his cocks pulsing and splattering shot after shot of cum all over your shirt and hands. Ah, maybe you should have removed that... oh well.

His hands went for your thighs, caressing and prodding them, needing a moment to catch his breath. You sat back, wiping your hands off on your already ruined shirt. His chest heaved, his head back and his eyes closed.

"Ngh... Y-you didn't have to do that," Nanami said finally.

"No worries. I wanted to," you smiled, sliding off of his tail and sitting beside him in the bed of pelts. Nanami looked you over, furrowing his brow in concern at the mess he made.

"I could do something for you in return?"

You shook your head. "Hm? No, you don't have to do anything. You saved me, I pleased you. We're even." His offer was sweet, but you really didn't want anything like that. Watching him unravel was enough for you. Though, you'd love to see him fall apart again sometime~ You leaned against him, noticing how much softer he seemed after he was relaxed and spent. "Uhm... let me know whenever you're, uh, collected. If you still don't mind walking me home."

Nanami gave a short laugh, "alright. I'll let you know."

[younmexreaders]

~~ Crocodile x Reader 18+ ~~

This is written for @quinloki, I hope you enjoy!

Only You

On the roof of Rain Dinners, you and Crocodile finally have a moment to talk about something you overheard, leading to your first time having sex with him.

Gender Neutral reader/Sir Crocodile | 2848 Words

Includes:

Hand job (Croc receiving)

Anal sex (reader receiving)

Degradation and praise

Croc has a big dick

First time with Crocodile

You had heard enough. 

From behind the door, you could hear his voice, dripping with charm and sweet-talking Ms. All Sunday. He called her soft things that you had foolishly thought were meant for you alone. You heard him pause suddenly when you stomped away. Perhaps he heard you or saw you, but whichever it was, you weren’t going to stick around.

Climbing the many stairs, you left for the office on the highest floor of Rain Dinners, going to the balcony to be alone in the fresh air. The desert was dry and cold, of course, but being out under the stars was exactly what you needed right now. 

The moon was hidden above the chin of the massive golden bananawani that sat on the very top of Rain Dinners, bathing you in a chilly shadow. Despite the discomfort you were beginning to feel, you refused to turn around. You needed to be away. If you had anywhere else to go, you would have left. There just… wasn’t anywhere else to be.

Perhaps that’s where some of the hurt was coming from. He used the pet names and the honeyed language so flippantly. You just couldn’t help feeling jealous - for lack of a better word. Maybe the better word is gullible. That was it. You felt stupid for believing his lies, for thinking those pet names meant something else when turned on you.

The glass door clicked shut behind you, making you tense and your thoughts pause. You refused to turn around.

Heavy footsteps approached, a very tall figure taking the space beside you. A massive, golden hook entered your view, cloaked immediately by a black overcoat hanging on his shoulders. You turned away from him, propping your cheek up on your arm. He was silent, the only indicator of his annoyance were the eyes burning into the back of your skull. Crocodile dug into his coat pocket for a cigar, holding it between his teeth as he used his lighter.

“Out with it,” he huffed, a cloud of smoke following his words.

You bit your lip, trying to muster the courage to speak. The words were stuck in your throat, a bitter mix of anger and hurt. Finally, you sighed, your shoulders dropping, unable to keep it bottled up any longer.

"You don't have to pretend with me, you know," you said quietly, staring out at the desert. "I heard you with Ms. All Sunday. The pet names, the sweet talk... It made me realize how easy it is for you to say those things without meaning them."

His eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is that what's bothering you? You think I’m just playing games?"

"I don't know what to think," you replied, your voice trembling slightly. "I just... I just don’t want to be another pawn in whatever scheme you're running."

Crocodile took a long drag of his cigar, exhaling slowly. "You give yourself too much credit," he said, his tone harsh. "I don’t waste my time on things that don't matter."

You flinched at his words, but you couldn’t let it go. "Then what am I to you? Just another tool? Another means to an end?"

He turned to face you fully, his gaze intense. "You're more than that, but if you want to keep questioning everything, you’ll never see it."

Silence hung between you both, thick and suffocating. You felt a tear slip down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away, not wanting to show any more weakness.

"I don’t know if I can believe you," you whispered.

Crocodile sighed, flicking the ash from his cigar. His next words were softer, almost begrudging. "The truth is, it has always been you. From the beginning. If I didn’t care, you wouldn't be here.”

Your breath hitched, heart pounding in your chest. You turned to look at him, seeing a rare vulnerability in his eyes.

He continued, keeping your gaze. "And you should know by now that I don’t let people I don’t care about stay. The fact you can call this place home should tell you everything.”

You let the words linger, watching his face for something that would betray him. But there was nothing. His eyes softened towards you, his demeanor less rigid than you had ever seen before. He placed his hand on your hip and pulled you away from the railing, pressing your waist into his.

“Understand now?” he asked, blowing a cloud of smoke out of the corner of his mouth, away from you.

“I do,” you nodded, your hands resting on his chest. His presence was wonderfully warm compared to the cold outside. You stepped closer to him, looking up at him with your glistening eyes still wet from your previous tears. Crocodile wrapped his coat around you, bringing you back inside to his office.

“Good…” he hummed, pausing by his desk and directing you to the door. “Lock that.”

You furrowed your brow, doing as he directed and closing the door, locking it and returning to find him snuffing his cigar in the ashtray, his coat resting on the back of the chair.

“You’ve caused a lot of stress, you know,” he sighed heavily, shaking his head.

“I know… I’m sorry,” you said, lowering your head. Crocodile’s hook entered your view, the point threatening your flesh as he lifted your chin to look at him. You met his mischievous gaze and his sinister grin.

“Show me you mean it.”

That glint in his eyes wasn’t new, you could tell what he was insinuating. As the warmth rushed to your face, you trailed your gaze down his broad chest to his belt, keeping your chin lifted to avoid his hook. 

“Get to it. I can see you salivating,” he said, releasing your chin.

Crocodile was a mountain of a man. You barely had to kneel to reach his pants, unbuckling his belt and opening his fly to access his hefty, flaccid cock. You gripped it firmly, rubbing it until it stiffened. As you did so, Crocodile undressed himself, leaving his vest, ascot, and shirt on the desk beside him.

You stroked Crocodile until he stood at attention. His cock was thick and heavy, standing tall from his pelvis. You tentatively licked the tip, kissing it softly from there to the base then back to the top. Once there, you wrapped your lips on the head and bobbed slowly onto it, taking more and more into your mouth with each pass. This wasn’t the first time Crocodile had you down on your knees. Metaphorically.

“That’s it. Cock hungry little slut,” Crocodile chuckled, watching you with darkened eyes.

You stroked him as you sucked, rubbing your saliva into every crease. You licked all along the shaft, looking up to catch his gaze with your half lidded eyes. You gripped his hip and bobbed on his cock, allowing it to slip into your throat. Hot and wet, you had to shut your eyes tight to focus.

Crocodile groaned softly, a curse hissing past his teeth. His noises made your heart flutter. You loved to hear him enjoying your throat. His hand settled on your head, following you as you bobbed and licked and sucked. His cock was coated until it glistened. It was as stiff as it could be, veins beginning to pulse along the length.

You reached under yourself. You grazed a hand up and along your sensitivity, moaning as you slathered your tongue all over Crocodile’s piece. You wanted to feel good with him. Desperate for friction on your own body.

“That’s enough,” he said suddenly. You halted and pulled away. “Undress. Get on the desk.”

You followed his direction, setting your clothes aside and climbing onto the desk, awaiting your next direction on all fours.

“You’re a greedy, impatient little thing. Keep going. I’ll take care of you,” he said, gesturing to his lap. You leaned down, stroking him once more. With your focus on his cock, you didn’t notice him wetting his fingers. He wrapped his arm around you and teased his thick fingers against your tight hole, making you squeak.

His dark chuckle made you shudder. You kissed his tip and stroked him quickly. Taking in his cock stuck your behind in the air, giving Crocodile the perfect opportunity to tease your hole. He pushed a finger in and you groaned, the sound vibrating your throat. His finger worked its way into your tightness, prodding around inside you. His thrusting was slow.

Your focus was split. The pleasure only increased as you felt your hole getting stretched by another finger. Both taking their time to explore and prod inside of you. You wanted to keep your pace, but you faltered and stuttered your work with every press deeper into you.

Watching you unwind made Crocodile’s cock throb. The strain in your brows as you tried to focus. The lecherous sounds you made as you slobbered all over him and moaned at the pleasure. A trickle of pre cum began to leak from his tip.

“Listen to you. You love the taste of my dick, don’t you? You’re so needy,” he panted softly, thrusting his fingers faster. “I love when you make that sound.”

His cock throbbed again and you tighten your grasp slightly. You did love his taste, nodding to tell him so. You couldn’t wait for him to burst so you could finally drink every drop he had.

“As much as I love your hunger, I want something a little more.”

You hesitated, looking up at him. He pulled his fingers out of your ass and gripped your meaty behind. You didn’t respond, burning hot but staying quiet. Crocodile’s smile fell.

“Are you still too nervous?” he asked.

“I… I want to try, I do,”

Crocodile slicked his hair back and took your hand, guiding you close to him. Leaning down, he pecked your lips. The smell of smoke was still on his breath. You sat up to feather kisses on the scar crossing the bridge of his nose. 

“If you ask me to be gentle, I might consider it,” Crocodile hummed close to your lips. “I want to see how tight you are.” You thought about it, idly pecking as you mulled it over. This step had to be taken eventually, right? And you loved him. How he felt and tasted and sounded. He would feel incredible inside you. You were sure of it.

You took a breath as you slid closer, feeling his warmth build your own into a raging fire of desire. 

You had come this far… and you wanted to try. At least once you wanted to try and show him why he was right to keep you around. Why you're the one who deserves all those beautiful little words.

“Crocodile, please,” you moaned, the sound low and desperate as you arch your back further into his grip. “Please, I need you inside me. Please, I want to feel you stretch me so deep inside,” you begged. “Please, be gentle with me. I want to see if you fit in my tight little ass,” you turned your half lidded eyes on his amused expression. 

“Such a cute little slut. You really know how to beg, don't you?” He asked, his hook resting just under your chin again as he made you tilt your head back even more. He loved the way you moved even in these tense moments. Your sweat dewed flesh bared and flushed for him. Only him. 

“Well then. If you put it that way, who am I to say no?” He smiled faintly, his brow cocked above the other. “Lay back,” he nudged you to lay flat on your back with your legs pinned up and apart. It was a demeaning position, but when his hot breath caressed your thighs you found you didn't really mind. 

“Try and relax for me, sweetheart,” he warned as he took a bottle of something slick and cold from the desk drawer and let it run between your ass cheeks and along your throbbing hole. You shuddered at the feeling, closing your eyes as you took a breath to steel yourself. 

The shudder turned to a jump as you felt his massive manhood settle between your cheeks, the tip visible to you between your own legs. If you didn't know better you would have thought there was an arm grinding against you at that moment from the pure length and girth of Crocodile’s cock. The heat of it reminded you otherwise though.

He took a moment to get himself and your ass thoroughly lubricated, holding your legs up as he rocked his hips back and forth. The veins of his equipment pulsed and were rubbing so deliciously against your hungry hole. It was building up into a grazing pleasure in the pit of your stomach, each second bringing more. 

Before you knew it you felt his hips shift and the tip of his thick cock kiss your hole. You knew dread wasn't going to help, so you turned all of your focus to maintaining your breathing. You just needed to stay calm and it might fit. Right? 

Your worry is written all over your face as you look down at the monster taking aim at your delicate hole.

You almost missed Crocodile's words until he stopped and grabbed your hand. “Hey! Look at me when I'm talking to you!” He snapped. His tone is sharp but his eyes show concern. That softness from earlier under the stars. “If you can't take it just tap out now.” He growled. “I'll try again when you're--”

“I can do it!” You reply, your eyes screwed shut as your hand tightens around his. “Just-” you suck in a breath to calm your frantic heart. “Just- oh fuck it-!” 

You lurched forward and caught his mouth in a deep kiss, pushing him inside of yourself without his help. You tensed up for a second at the intrusion. The heat was so much more intense than you imagined. Your chest froze for only a moment before you feel a careful hand scoop you up and support your weight.

“Breathe for me, sugar,” his honeyed voice whispered in your ear, his lips laying kisses on your neck. “Breathe. You're doing great" he soothed, rubbing circles on your back as you relax and find yourself slipping slowly further down his length with every breath.

Each moment brought another wave of unstoppable sensation. Incredible pleasure mixed with an indescribable feeling of fullness. You blindly searched and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, gasping and shuddering against his chest as you're overwhelmed with the feeling of being opened so wide and so deep.

“C-Croc-” you started to messily moan, trying to move your hips on your own. “Please~ it's so big-” you cried against his skin. You looked up and saw an unusual expression on his face. His eyes are wide in surprise, but he's biting his lip as he watches you move. He's never seen anything quite this sexy before. 

“You've done enough doll. I've got it from here.” 

You felt as he laid you back down on the desk. His hook dug into the wood as he braced himself and started to slowly thrust into you. You see stars with every press, the top of his length crushing something inside of you that felt so unbelievably new. What was that? You didn't have the time nor capacity to understand, only left to bask in the feeling of this new place getting claimed by Crocodile.

“You're so tight- I'm gonna cum already, baby.” He warned. You couldn't even respond in words, only crying out ecstatic moans while your hands clawed at the desk below you. 

It happened like an explosion. As Crocodile moaned lowly, you felt his cock twitch harder, then begin shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside of you. Your insides flooded with his seed and the feeling sent you toppling over your own edge. You curled around him while your hole twitched and seized around him, locking you two together for the duration of your mutual climax. 

You didn't even realize it was over until you felt him sit up. He slicks his hair back from his face, and slowly pulls his softened length from your hole. The motion causes the remainder of his lust to dribble out onto the now ruined surface of his desk. 

“Damn. Gonna need to get a new one now,” he muttered, stepping away to get something. You laid with your head in a daze, spent and winded from the event. You almost felt too empty without him inside you. Already, you were hoping he’d do it again.

You were suddenly picked up and wrapped in his cloak. You hadn't noticed him getting dressed beside you. Before you know it he's taken you to his room, laying you on his large bed. “What are you-” 

“Good job doll.” he says simply as he drops next to you, pulling you against his broad chest and pet your side. “That was incredible.”

[younmexreaders]

i was the one who made the dark taranza queerplatonic ask but didnt get a notification that you answered it! Ty it’s very good!

No problem! I'm very glad you liked it! Tumblr does that all the time to me too :(

[younmexreaders]

If you know who dark taranza from kirby is, and you know what queerplatonic is/how to write it, can you write a queerplatonic x reader for him?

I know Taranza but I have only written a couple QPR's before. And those requesters seemed to like them so hopefully this works out!

~~ Dark Taranza & Reader ~~

The Mirror of my Birth

You and Taranza have been close for a long time. He finally shows you to the mirror where he was crafted. A moment of vulnerability.

Gender Neutral Reader & Dark Taranza | 586 words

Includes:

no warnings

"Are you sure? You don't have to do this, DT. Especially if it makes you uncomfortable," you followed close behind the shadowy arachnid as he picked his way through the ruins of an arena. Whatever destroyed the place seemed powerful and recent. Tension pricked at the back of your neck, your hands wringing nervously.

"I have to show you," he stated with a sharp nod, continuing ahead without looking back. That was very like him. Charging ahead without a second thought. You grimaced and trotted faster.

Being here brought a lot of bad memories to DT. He still had the cracked crystalline limbs to remember how he was so callously betrayed by his fellow shadow reflection. If it weren't for you finding him and nursing him, he wouldn't be here. If you had not offered him a place to stay, if you had not kept him safe and secure, if you had not insisted his life was worth living, he wouldn't continue trying to survive. For you, the one who cared. The one who encouraged. He wanted to repay you somehow. Despite how often you insisted there was no need.

Knowledge is a powerful thing. To thank you, he'd show you, tell you, everything there was to know about him.

"It's not far now."

"DT, seriously..." you muttered, climbing over the remaining half wall with some effort. You didn't have 6 arms to climb with, making the action an ordeal. DT waited on the other side of the wall. You sighed heavily, dusting yourself off and shaking your head. "This place is still dangerous even so long out of commission."

"Just let me do this," DT huffed, his temper flaring. You raised your hands in surrender and stepped back. You made no other protests.

Deep in the depths of the arena, there was a tall fixture with a massive tarp thrown over it. DT held a pair of hands up to halt you at the entrance to the dilapidated chamber. You dusted the debris off of your pants and looked up at the tarp with a brow raised.

"What's this then?"

"This... is what I wanted to show you," DT strung silk to the ceiling and raised himself to the center of the fixture. He grabbed the tarp with all 6 hands and yanked roughly, revealing the tall mirror with a void filling the glass, swirling with dark energy and vast galaxies. It's frame was onyx and silver, decorated beautifully with a menacing aura. You stared up at it in awe and watched as the tarp fell into a heap between you and the mirror. "This is where I came from. The Black Mirror."

"Wow..."

DT descended from the air, disconnecting the silk and landing on his feet. You watched the dark, swirling vortex in the glass with awe.

"I was created here. This is the mirror of my birth," he flourished his hands, flicking a wrist in reveal.

"It's beautiful," you nodded, tilting your head. "But why are...?"

"I want you to know about me. Everything there is to know," DT's tone was soft and contemplative. He cast his gaze down, unable to gaze upon the mirror proper. You noticed he refused to look at it the entire time. You weren't going to press on that. You didn't need to. You looked around, finding a broken pillar that you could use. You dusted it off and sat on it, hands folded in your lap.

"Tell me whatever you want, Dark Taranza. I'm here to listen."

[younmexreaders]

~~ Igasha x Reader ~~

You're a wildlife photographer who specializes in the unknown. You catch word that there's a Naga in the jungles somewhere and you are determined to snap a picture. You weren't prepared for what happened next.

Fem Reader/Naga OC | 3.7k words

Includes:

Threats of being eaten

Snakes

Masturbation

The jungles were hot, wet, and crowded. You adjusted the backpack on your shoulders and wiped the screen of your camera nervously. Various jungle song rang above and around you with no end, threatening your very presence. You gulped slightly, eyes darting over the shadows.

“This creature better show up soon…” You thought nervously, checking the creature photos on your camera. The previous photos were all obvious fakes. A log in a lake, a homeless man in the woods, a weird fish with plastic stuck to it. You huffed with a bit of renewed determination and trudged through the vegetation.

You came upon a river clearing, thankfully resting on a boulder and shrugging the backpack off your shoulders. You aired out your shirt, cracking your back.

“Gosh… I don’t think there’s really a man snake here…” A melancholic groan escaped as you dug through your bag for your notebook, flipping it to the page littered with man-snake notes messily scribbled by the villagers.

Nagas eat all beasts, humans included.

Nagas are vicious, primitive beasts, relying on teeth and tails.

Nagas are not intelligent.

You pursed your lips. None of these even attempted to tell you what they may look like. Are they snake-headed? Are they entirely scaley? You smiled to yourself while imagining the possible outcomes. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad hand. And it would be so interesting to see.

I sudden noise startled you from your thoughts. Something large moved far too close for comfort. You drew your legs up onto the boulder and readied your camera, peering through your camera screen for whatever moved.

“W-who’s there!?” You barked instinctively, biting your tongue for expecting an animal t-

“Hassssn’t anyone told you not to exsssplore alone?” A hissing voice responded sharply.

“Wh…? Oh, hah hah, nice trick. Whoever you are, it isn’t going to scare me. I know Nagas don’t exist,” You descended from the rock and slung your backpack back over your shoulder, “Just another stupid person getting excited…”

Whoever was tricking you decided they would haul themselves awkwardly into the clearing. You ignored them, shaking your head. To think you were actually excited to see what this snake man would look like.

“I’m pretty sssssure I’m real…” The odd breathy hiss was much closer now.

“Stop that…” You growled, “Fake hissing won’t make me believe you.” You stomped away, not getting far before you tripped on an unexpected log. You caught yourself, backpack slamming against your back, cutting up your hands and knocking some air out of you.

“Watch it!” His taut voice pierced your pained whine. The log was pulled away from you swiftly.

“I watch it!? Fucking what’s with putting a log behind me!?” You screeched, jumping to your feet to confront the trickster. His chest was immediately at eye level, you had to step back to meekly meet his piercing gaze directly. His… eyes were rather round, with sharply pointed pupils, his angular face was intimidating with a largely defined jaw, his neck somewhat elongated. You stumbled back farther, fumbling for your camera and shakily snapping a picture of this tall, defined dangerous creature.

“What wassss that?” He suspiciously looked you over. Your words lost their way from your brain to your throat. All you could do was stare, mouth agape. He snatched your camera and looked at it, trying to figure it out.

“What issssssss this thing? What did you do?” He shook the machine and attempted peering through it.

“I-It’s just a… a camera…” You carefully took it back from him, picking out the picture you just snapped and showing it to him. He glared at you and studied the picture, squinting slightly.

“Er…” He hummed, getting closer and tilting his head, “I…”

“Is something wrong with the picture?” You curiously looked at the photo. It was a picture of him, low angle, shadows cast down his chest, lifting many of his scars into view and making him appear very rugged.

“Nothing issss wrong with it. Jusssst leave, or I’ll poisssson you.” He snapped, slithering off into the dark forest, the last of his charcoal brown drizzled burning orange scaled tail snapped out of view without a trace.

You had to take a moment to process. All you could think of was his ashy gray hair and beautiful scales. His amazingly captivating brown eyes. You checked your photo, you couldn’t see any of his tail.

Shit… You huffed and ran through the vines, following the flattened grass to a thick tree. You peered up the tree, searching for him.

“Hey! S-Snake guy!?” You called up the tree. A few birds scattered, but nothing answered. You climbed up the tree a while, catching your breath before cupping your hands around your mouth. “Snake guy!?”

He drops from the top of the tree, catching himself on a branch around your height with his long tail. He folded his arms and glared at you, hanging upside down.

“It’sssss Igassssssha… What do you want?” He growled. You dug your camera out of your bag and prepared it for the next photo.

“The last picture I got wasn’t good enough,” You wiggle a bit and get as comfortable as you can on your branch, “Can I get another one?” Igasha eyeballs you, raising his brow suspiciously.

“Why?”

“It’s a lot to explain, but basically I just have to prove to the locals you exist.” You smile, testing out the lighting filters on your legs. Igasha shakes his head and hoists himself back up above you.

“No. I don’t need more humansssss invading my territory.” He sighed, almost dejected. You followed him, your camera slipping slightly, luckily you could snatch it up before it fell.

“W-well if they know you exist maybe they’ll leave you alone since they would know the threat exists?” You suggest, panting a bit. Igasha glances down at you, bending backward and meeting your face from above.

“I know humanssss… That’sssss never how it worksssss. Jusssssst leave me alone.” He pulls back, but before he can leave you, you grab his shoulder and stammer nervously.

“W-wait!” You blurt. He cocks a brow at you, nearing the cliff of his patience. You remove your small hand from his powerful shoulder, gulping a bit. “I-I mean… I just… I’ll probably never see a Naga again… could I just get a souvenir picture?” You murmur, shaking the camera with a small laugh. He sighs and waves a dismissive hand, shaking his head.

“Fine…”

You lean back on your branch, trying to get as much of his enormous, chocolate drizzled, burnt orange tail as possible. The sunlight shimmering on it is so beautiful… He was certainly fed up with you, but you could swear a hint of amusement pulled at his lips. His chocolate eyes still held strained annoyance at you though. You snap the picture and check the quality, smiling and nodding to him.

“Perfect!” You flashed a thumb up. Igasha climbed away quickly.

“Good, now leave.”

“Right… thanks, Igasha. Maybe I'll see you again while looking for another monster?” You wonder, tilting your head. He laughs and escapes your view. You frowned and picked your way to the bottom of the tree.

You bounded through the jungle, ecstatic to finally have proof of a monster. You ran to the edge of the jungle, breaking through and reaching the village. Panting heavily and leaning on the wall.

A villager approached you curiously, almost surprised you returned. You raised your camera triumphantly as he approached, breathlessly laughing. The villager took your camera and checked the 2 new photos, racing to the leaders. You slid to the ground and aired out your shirt again.

You wondered what the villagers were going to do with your camera. Straining a bit, you rose to your feet and went to knock on the door when you heard something alarming.

“It’s just an animal, who would care?” The camera snatcher said.

“He appears to be a large beast. It would take the would village to capture him.” Replied the leader.

“The girl got the damn thing to pose for her, she could probably trick him into coming here. We’ll just ambush him like that!”

You stepped back, shaking your head incredulously and balling your fists. Before all your thoughts could come together, you fled back into the jungle to try and protect an innocent monster.

Vines entangled your legs and tripped you several times in your trek. You cut them away and groaned in exasperation. It wasn’t this hard to get there the first time.

The large tree Igasha had vanished in finally loomed over you, the sun setting behind the dense treeline. You climbed up as far as you could, reaching a point where the branches above were too far to reach. You leaned on the trunk and caught your breath, checking the time on your phone. 19:46, it’s getting late…

“I’m going to die out here…” You thought, straightening and nodding to yourself. You took a deep breath. “Igasha!!” You called, cupping your mouth and emptying your lungs.

Your mouth was covered by a large, clawed hand. He shushed you and pulled you higher with him, dodging wandering flashlights from below. He wraps you in his huge tail, suspending you beside him. You peered below at the villagers searching for the two of you. Igasha glared at them, glancing at you and pulling away.

“I knew thissss would happen.” He muttered bitterly.

“I didn’t know this would happen,” You huffed, going limp and dangling, “I was just told to get proof, they didn’t tell me what would happen if I did it…”

“That’sss what they all sssay… we’ll thisss time I’m not sssparing the idiot.” He growls, descending the tree and carrying you away. You struggle to flee, but he covers your mouth and squeezes you with his tail, “Don’t try it.” He warns simply.

He carried you away to a dark grotto hidden in a tangled mess of closely growing trees and flowers. He finally lets you go, dropping you into a mess of fur and bones. You yelp and smack a skull away from you, wiping your hand off on your shorts. Igasha bunches his tail around the grotto, tapping his claws on himself.

“Where is this?” You ask fearfully.

“You never told me your name…” He mutters, tilting his head at you. You pause a moment and blink.

“I asked you a question.” You reiterate, irritated.

“This isss my grotto. My nessst…” Igasha throws you assorted pelts and rests on his tail, turned away from you, “I ate already…” You lay the pelts out and lay on them, curling up slightly.

“... My name is _____.” You hum quietly. Igasha barely stirs.

“Cool…”

You awoke early the next morning with an aching stomach, curling tightly and whining softly, trying not to wake up Igasha. You sit up and look around the grotto, shivering at all the bones scattered around you. Igasha slept soundly in his scaley pile, sunlight dappling his dark, tan skin. He groans and tightens his coil, arm dangling, hand resting on the grass.

You brushed yourself off and tried to pull yourself out of the grotto, but the opening in the trees was too high for you to climb over. You slid back to the middle of the nest and sighed, watching Igasha as he slept.

His body rose and fell slowly, the rhythm of his breath rolling through his tail. His hair covered his eyes, his sharpened teeth showing from slightly parted lips. His arms were about as scarred as his chest, faint paint circling his wrists. You hum quietly and approach him, crawling up to his pile of tail and leaning on him.

You tilt your head and whine softly, nudging him.

“Igasha?” You mew.

“You’re not a sssmart human…. Are you…?” He groans, not budging from his comfortable rest.

“Guess not. Do you have anything to eat around here?” You shrug and move a bone out from under you.

“I do…” Igasha opens one eye, pulling his arm back and resting his head on it. You purse your lips and put your chin on his tail, nose to nose with him.

“So can I eat?”

“I don’t have anything.” He huffed, snorting at you. You shook your head and bapped his hands.

“You just said you had food!” You exclaim. Igasha shakes his head, straightening and stretching. He wraps his tail around you and rises, towering over your small human form. You shrunk into his coils, tensing terribly while a wild grin stretched his face.

“I do… You’re my food~” He chuckled darkly.

“W-w-w-wait. Really…! I-I didn’t do anything to you…!!”

“True….~” He lifts you up with his tail, “then you have to make a pact with me.”

“Anything!” You beg, clasping your hands together and tearing up at the thought of dying in the jungle.

“Never lead the village to me again.” He tosses you out of the enclosed nest and hisses. You flail in the air and land in the mud, coughing and shaking the mud off. You wince slightly, sighing. You scrambled to your feet and look back at the tree spiral, frowning. You don’t know why, but… you were… seriously heated when he towered over you with that terrible grin. You… Kinda wanted it to get bad. Maybe in another circumstance…

“Stop it… that’s disgusting…” You turned away and hurried back to the village, hitching a plane back home. You didn’t want to think about this trip… maybe photographing monsters isn’t wise, especially since a majority of the rumors you chase are fake anyway. You sighed softly, looking out the plane window, watching the jungle disappear below a sea of clouds.

The thought of the enclosed nest caught your blank mind again, the feeling of his tail around you, holding you tight, the waxy scales pressed against your tired, dirty flesh. You shuddered slightly.

“Why is that so… enticing…?” You thought, whining to yourself. You hold your arm, shivers rising up through your whole body everytime the feeling of his scales dances on your skin. You press your legs together and rest your head on the glass. “Just forget it…” You scold yourself, closing your eyes to sleep.

Maybe you’ll forget when you wake up.

You’re startled awake by a flight attendant gripping your shoulder. She pulls back looking concerned, pointing to the window.

“Ma’am, it’s time to wake up, we’re at the airport.” She said, taking the last bag from the overhead and placing it in the chair beside you. You look outside and rub your eyes, nodding slightly before grabbing your things, leaving slowly while sleep still hangs on your eyes.

It was much colder here than the jungle. You pulled your heavy coat from your bag and fluffed the big fuzzy collar around your neck. You fold your arms and wander through crowds of people to make it home, silent all the while.

You woke with a start in the night, sweating and holding yourself. You had no memory of climbing into bed and passing out, but you were suddenly panting fearfully in your dark room. You slammed back down onto your pillow, staring at the pitch ceiling and trying to calm down.

Igasha’s scales ghosted along your skin again, the memory of his constriction and closeness to you wouldn’t leave you alone. Your hands skimmed along your stomach, reaching to your warm core.

You gasped softly and bit your lip, your fingers slipping into your thin panties and teasing your clit carefully with cold fingers. You squirmed slightly, imagining Igasha’s long, forked tongue skillfully taking in every taste of you. Your heart fluttered, seeing his sharp eyes in your mind studying your barely clothed body. You pulled your shirt up, tossing your panties aside and taking the toy from your side-table.

You turn on your trusty vibrator and close your eyes, Igasha taking form once more and licking his teeth at you.

“Turn over~” He purrs in his rumbling, dark voice.

You obey your fantasy, letting it take your waist and thrust in roughly as you shoved the thick side of your toy in the same way. The perfect motion of this terribly rough fantasy just made you want him more. You pant, glancing back at this representation of your wanton lust and mewing his name softly.

His eyes get more predatory the better he feels, raising his height to slam down into you with his whole weight, coaxing louder cries from you that he absolutely loved. You weren’t sure if he would actually like your mews, but you kinda hoped he would. You push the vibrator deeper, hitting the edge of your chasm. You desperately wanted him inside you now, but the odds are decreasing as time goes on.

You didn’t know how… but you had to have Igasha at least once.

You tighten as waves of pleasure cascade over you and exhaust your body for the rest of the night, wiping off the vibrator and putting it away. You rolled onto your side and hummed, frowning softly. You need Igasha.

Buying tickets back to the jungle was one of the most idiotic impulses you’ve had in a long time, but it was going to be topped easily soon enough. You packed assorted intimacies with you just to make this encounter as beautiful as it was in your fantasy.

You couldn’t let the village see you, however. You sneak from the airport to the jungle itself immediately, avoiding the village. The jungle is rather dense in this area, slowing your progress terribly. You push all the vines and vegetation aside, lugging a heavy bag over your shoulder.

“C’mon… I’m pretty sure his nest is this way.” You huffed, leaning against a tree and folding your arms.

“What are you doing here?” A familiar voice growled. You brightened and turned, smiling wide. Igasha’s fangs are bloodied, his eyebrow cocked as he glared down at you.

“I… I had to see you again!” You admit to him. He sighs and shakes his head, slithering past you.

“I told you to leave.” He growls, ignoring you. You race after him and take his hand, tugging on him.

“No! Please! I… I really had to see you! I can’t get you off my mind!” You cry. Igasha purses his lips, looking aside and checking for any witnesses. He coils around you and carries you with him, huffing.

“You humansss are ssso irrational… fine,” He mutters, “You’re lucky it’sss my mating ssseassson…” You giggled excitedly, clutching your bag close.

Igasha brought you to his enclosed nest, setting you inside and following after, folding his arms. You set the bag aside and opened it. He took your shoulder and pushed the bag away with his burnt orange tail.

“We won’t need any of that human ssshit.” Igasha says as he takes your wrists and pins you to the tree. You blush as he studies you. He rips your clothes off and smirks at your natural form. You felt a bit self conscious, but you wouldn’t shy away now.

“Hm… well, you’re ssscertainly a beauty…~” He chuckles, nipping your neck and chest, leaving little marks all over you. You squirmed slightly, brushing your leg up against his masculine side and grazed his waxy scales.

“Thank you~” You giggled. Igasha licks up your neck to your jaw and nips your earlobe.

“Are you fresssh?” He hums.

“Fresh?” You mutter. Without answering, he pushes two, long, clawed fingers into your moist chasm and thrusts them slowly, a surprised gasp following your flinch. Igasha chuckles, adding another finger and thrusting a tad faster.

“Hm, ssseemsss not… but that’sss fine. Makesss thisss easssier.” He hisses, pulling his hand back and cleaning them off with that enticing ribbon of a tongue. Your face became even more flush, your breath hastening.

He took your waist and pulled you close to his tail, his stiff piece pressing against you. You glanced down at it, eyes widening. It wasn’t above average, but the thickness was almost frightening. Igasha pulls back a bit and sucks your nipple, thrusting sharply into you and stretching you. You arched and gripped his arms, wrapping your legs around him.

He teases your nipples with his forked tongue and sharp teeth. You absolutely loved the feeling of his daggers gently tugging and pinching your soft mounds. His tail slides under your backside, raising you and angling his thrusts. You rock with him, your legs tight around him, getting used to his thickness.

“Igasha…” You pant, softly giggling, “Harder~” Igasha raises his brow, smirking and kissing your neck.

“Of courssse~” He purrs, slamming harder and beautifully grunting each time.

The symphony of your noises gradually crescendoed, ringing through the forest as the evening fell upon the jungle. Your snake lover rolls you onto your stomach and rolls his hips, pressing your back to his chest and massaging your breasts. He nibbles your ear and pants shakily, keeping you supported under him.

“____…” He panted sweetly, his breath grazing your ear and causing you to shiver.

“I-Igasha…~” You return, rubbing his defined stomach and biting your lip. He groans, laying back and allowing you some space, keeping a hand on your ample bottom.

“Ngh… I didn’t think a human would feel thisss good…” He hisses weakly. You smirk, bouncing on him and hugging his chocolate drizzles. He combs his claws through his hair and grits his teeth, “Ssstop it, you’ll make me come.” He warns through his teeth. You giggle and get off his throbbing piece, facing him before re-mounting.

“That’s kinda the point, love.” You smile, kissing his lips and rocking quickly. His breath begins to hasten as well, gripping the nesting beneath them. You try to straighten, but he holds you against him, limiting your movement and dealing the final thrusts himself, spilling his inhuman seed into you.

You gasped and struggled slightly.

“Igasha, what the hell!?” You cried. He twitches a bit, finally letting you go.

“What? That’sss what you wanted isssn’t it?” He tilted his head, nearly breathless. You want to slap him, but your body wouldn’t respond. You laid on his chest, shivering a little when a bit of his love spills out of you.

“... You suck…” You huff. He chuckles and pets your head.

“And you are going home in the morning.”

[younmexreaders]

~~ Mako x Reader 18+~~

Death with Benefits

You have died and Death himself decides to give you another chance. For a small price.

Fem Reader/Skeleton OC | 1.4k words

Includes:

Ecto Body parts

Reader Death (on screen this time)

Car Accident

Tentacles

The fields outside the city stretched for miles, grass illuminated as it waved in the wind, making the expanse shine. The great mountain housed the small cabin of a rogue Reaper. He lived alone, he worked alone.

You heard many stories about the creature, curious as to what it looked like. No one, save the dead, ever actually saw the being. You assumed he was a spirit, like a ghoul, more spectral than anything else. Possibly glowing so he could see where he was going in the dark.

You laughed softly at the thought, erasing stray lines from your sketch of the spectrum. You imagined he would look like he was rotting, then you imagined he would look gaseous.

Basically, there were too many possibilities, and you tried to draw them all.

You sighed and set the sketchbook aside. A scramble of different elements clashing horribly in line art alone.

"Ugh... I need to take a break..." You huffed, upset. You walked out on the town. City lights blinded the night, scaring the stars from the sky leaving a blank, dark blanket of nothing. The sounds of traffic and loud, bass heavy music drowned out the natural sounds of nature. It upset you even more than your lack of inspiration.

You grabbed your motor bike and aimed for the great woods where the reaper was said to live. You got on to the highway, riding silently, your thoughts wandering. The loud blare of vehicle horns broke your thoughts. You flinched, looking up at the blinding headlights of an oncoming truck. You screamed before everything went silent.

You awoke with a start, screaming and shooting upright, looking around to find yourself in a small, wooden cabin. The furnishings were comfortable and simple. The home looked barely lived in. The bed you laid in was neat and small, soft covers in shades of minty green ensconced you.

You stood slowly, dropping the sheets around you, wondering if it was all just a dream.

The room around you held many recently used items. Mangas strewed a messy desk, half of them you couldn't read the titles of, the other half you could tell the contents of just by seeing the bare women on their covers.

You snickered to yourself, reaching to take one of the hentai mangas.

"Oh, you're awake." A voice said monotonously. The voice made you drop the book.

"Who said that?" You asked as you spun, looking for the source. A tall cloaked figure stood in the faint candle light of the cabin. His hood covered his face, large skeletal wings folded neatly behind him. You gasped softly, stepping back, panicking.

"Oh my god, what are you!?" You shrieked.

"Calm down, or I'm kicking you out." He warned, walking past you and making the bed you mindlessly unraveled.

"W-what are you though...?" You asked again. He scoffed quietly, peeling his hood back and looking at you. The lights in his skull focused on you, the cracks running down his cheeks glowed faintly with the souls of those he's captured trapped in an eternity flowing as a personal magic through his bones.

"I'm a reaper." He answered simply, folding his arms. You studied him, pursing your lips slightly. He stared at you, silent, growing impatient.

"I gotta say, I'm disappointed." You admitted.

"By what?" He frowned.

"You're so simple..." You sighed. The Reaper raised his uncanny and expressive brow at your statement, his wings twitching.

"Simple?"

"You're just a skeleton! I was hoping for whisps and colors and... well... complexity." You explained. He shook his head slowly, walking past you. You could hear a ghostly chuckle as he passed you. A shine of emerald green flitted through the room, the source behind you making odd noises.

"How is this then?" He asked. You turned and stood stunned, finding the tall skeleton changed into a sickly green, flesh dropping undead. You flinched, stepping away.

"I prefer the other form..." You whined. He changed back, the flash blinding you, hiding his transformative secrets from you.

"You can call me Mako," He opened the dark wooden door for you, gesturing outside, "I can take you home." You remembered what you thought you had dreamt.

"Wait, did the truck actually hit me?" You finally asked. Mako smirked, closing the door.

"I thought you had forgotten. Yes. You were hit. Your soul is pretty powerful, though. I didn't find it fit to take it from you." He seemed unfazed by the whole situation. You wondered if he did this often, and if so, why?

"O...kay... do you know where I live?" You changed the subject. Mako leaned on the wall, glancing at the frame beside him. He took a moment to fix it before answering you.

"I don't... I took you from your funeral."

"Then why would you take me home?"

"You're going to your new home. Ilfalia." He took his scythe, bracing it before your neck. You gulped, leaning away from the cold metal, "If you don't want to go there, I could always take you myself."

"M-maybe we could work something out? I-I like it here...." You muttered. Mako paused, lowering his scythe.

"Y-you do..?" He asked. You watched his stone, mental wall crack at that statement.

"O-of course... It's really nice here." You reiterated. Mako looked you over, spying the table of books behind you. He smirked and snapped his fingers.

"Then I have a proposal for you."

"Name it."

"You can stay if you reenact my books with me." He offered. You knew exactly what he meant, blushing and pointing at the dark robes on his body.

"C-can you even do any of that?" You asked. Mako nodded, a wide smile stretching his skull. He pulled his robe off and showed you exactly what his captured souls did for him. He manipulated the deep green, almost liquid substance to exit from his fingers, coiling it on his back and on the front of his pelvis.

Lengthy, slimy tendrils whipped from his back, gripping your wrists and raising you into the air. He hummed and toyed with the sensitive piece at his base.

"What do you prefer? Long or thick?" He smirked. Your mind was blanking, you couldn't believe what this creature of death was doing to you.

"I... I don't..."

"Aw, blanking? Hehe, I'll just do both~" He decided, molding his piece into the perfect size for you. He took your hips and lulled his long green tongue out of his sharp jaw, licking up your body as he thrust roughly into you.

You gasped, his large piece stretching you as he pushed himself in without hesitation. His tentacles trailed down your stomach, teasing your clit and entering your behind. You struggled against the feeling, uncomfortable with the tentacle writhing in your crevice. You let a choked moan when he pulled back and slammed back in, grunting happily.

He dropped you onto him, chuckling at your squeaking reactions. His motions were harsh and unforgiving on your tender pussy. His appendage slipped deeper into your behind, writhing. You grit your teeth and arched, pressing against his rib cage.

"Oh? Do you like that..~?" He chuckled bouncing you harder. You mewed sweetly.

"Y-yes! Yes, I love it! Ahhh..." You broke, begging for more.

Mako laid you down in his bed and railed you like no other. His long, iridescent tongue hung out of his mouth. His heavy, lustful breaths brushing your neck. You stared into his deep darkened depths, watching his green flames flicker over your body, watching every creamy inch bounce under him.

"M-mako...! I-I'm gonna come..." You panted, arching and tightening as the waves of heat crashed over you. Mako groaned loudly, releasing his reaper liquid into you. His strange, effective biology driving you to the most intense orgasm you could remember, stealing your thoughts and catching your breath.

When your mind returned, Mako was collapsed beside you, his wings twitching. You glanced at him, panting, smiling.

"You alright?" You asked with a light laugh. He nodded silently, face down in his pillows.

"I don't want to move..." He muttered.

"I can't feel my legs, haha." You snickered, rolling onto your side and wrapping an arm around him.

"Good." He huffed, his body relaxed to the point of paralysis. You hummed and dragged your finger along his spine.

"Mind if I sleep here?"

"Of course not... You can stay here as long as you like." He offered. Mako finally urged himself to meet your face with a chaste kiss, smiling. You nuzzled his neck and curled up happily, sleeping soundly beside him.

[younmexreaders]

~~ Valus x Reader 18+~~

You get really curious about demons and decide to summon an incubus. He's willing to go slow and help you explore.

Fem Reader/Incubus OC | 4k words

Includes:

Demons

Tentacles

Oral

The rumors of witches with the ability to summon creatures of the night have been ringing through the town since long ago. You never believed any of it before, but your friend did. Lilith would adamantly try convincing you of its authenticity, claiming her mother and her mother's mother were a part of the coven and witnessed the creatures themselves. Of course, you didn't believe that, but you let her have her beliefs because she was your friend.

Then she brought a book of shadows to your home. You weren't too comfortable with that... Lilith refused to listen to your complaints and insisted that you would not even remember you were hanging onto it. But she gave no reason as to why she needed you to keep it.

No matter how much time passed, you couldn't ignore its presence. It was almost magnetic. You could swear it was drawn to you and, sometimes, you swore you could even... hear it. Calling to you. In a language you couldn't figure out nor find.

Late into the night you were lying awake, staring at it as it laid on your desk. Your nerves couldn't take it anymore. Every facet of your being begged you to tear it open and see what was inside. You shot upright, throwing your blankets aside and pulling on the lamp chain. The light hurt your eyes for a moment. Blinking it away quickly, you flipped open the book of shadows. The pages were full to the brim of different spells. You were nowhere near skilled enough to understand the differences between anything, but it seemed Lilith had written several notes all over the book.

She had given you an annotated copy of the book of shadows. With everything explained in depth and alternatives to several of the spell ingredients listed out. You felt... something. You couldn't really decipher what your brain was giving you. Thankfulness? It was sweet of her to take the time to explain every little thing in there knowing you were completely unaware of magic. Remorse? You did feel bad that you were so grumpy and scared of the whole thing. Continuing to read showed you that she scribbled over and tore out spells she knew would only make you uncomfortable. Fertility, curses, weird spells that affected the will of others. Things you wouldn't want to touch in your life. Destroyed so you wouldn't even know them.

There was one set of spells that caught your eye though. Summoning, annotated to mention that it was basically a lost art until a witch from decades ago revived the practice. You looked it over, curious what all these creatures with weird names were. Only the minor ones had any drawings attached. Thank you, Lilith. But the page titled "Incubus" gave you the most pause.

...You had grown exceptionally curious. The pages were only annotated to say what things meant, but it didn't mention anything about the creature's appearance or abilities. Lilith must not have summoned it yet. If she ever planned to.

You knew exactly what you wanted to do now.

You stormed to her house the next morning. The book was so comfortable in your hand, as if it were made for you, but the leather was so oddly cold to the touch. Lilith came to the door quickly with a grin that said she was expecting you to show up. There was a puff of incense smoke billowing out around her that carried the scent of lavender. Pleasant in any other light, but it was making you tense.

You stood there, trembling, book in hand, but you couldn't speak. The words refused to reach your throat at all.

"Nice to see you finally. How are you doing?" She said, tilting her head at you and wondering what you were doing there. You were still a shaking leaf without a voice. Lilith raised a brow.

"Did you... want to ask me something?"

...

"Were you just coming to say hi?"

...

Lilith frowned and looked around you to see if you were here for a different reason. She didn't see anyone in the vicinity, but she wasn't going to let you walk away like this just in case there was someone on your tail. That was the only thing she could think of that might do this to you. Taking your shoulder, she ushered you inside and shut the door swiftly, locking it.

"Are you okay? Was someone out there?" She asked, looking you in the eyes and firmly jostling you out of your freeze.

"I-I want to try this." You muttered finally, holding up the book. Lilith breathed a heavy sigh of relief and leaned on the wall.

"Jeez, don't scare me like that! Of course, dude. I'll help you out with any of them. Which one were you thinking?"

You flipped the book open until you found the page and showed it to her. Lilith scanned it before widening her eyes and turning red. She closed the book with your hands and turned her eyes away.

"Summoning is really hard for beginners! A-and who knows how that thing will act? It might get all insatiable with us..." Lilith stammered, finding excuses not to do it.

"Are you embarrassed?"

"D-Don't be ridiculous!"

She set the book on a stand on her desk, flipping to the page, and looking over the ritual. She hummed as she read it and nodded once she was done.

"Hah... well... I really want to try it. Maybe you can just tell me how to do it?" You suggested, hugging the book to your chest. Lilith pursed her lips and looked away. There must be some reason she hasn't done this summon and is so weird about it. You were hoping she would just tell you, but you both kept things from each other sometimes. Just saying how you felt could be really hard.

Lilith sighed softly and offered her hands to you. You handed her the book and followed her to a room near the back of her house where the floral scents were the strongest. There was an altar that was meticulously cared for. Precious gems and various minerals were high on shelves with stacks of different colored candles for future use.

"Alright. I'll show you how this is done... but I might leave before you start, okay? I'll just be outside just in case the Incubus gets... intense. Okay?" Lilith warned as she started gathering the materials from around the room.

"Okay... can I ask why?"

"Why it might get intense?"

"No, why you are leaving."

"Oh... uhm..." she paused, cradling the items in her arms and looking down, "I just don't want to get fucked by a demon. It's a line I won't cross."

"Is it wrong to do? Should I stop?" You were growing concerned. Maybe you made the wrong choice.

"No. It's a personal choice. There's nothing wrong with asking a sex demon for a bit of sex. You should enjoy yourself and they get to "eat". It's fine. I just don't want to be a part of it." Lilith set the items down and started setting up the summon space. She starts painting on the floor. A circle to border the large symbol. the symbol a strange design. A box with a line through it. Arrows on both sides with the top one being much thicker and changing color when colliding with the box. And two sideways S shapes on either side.

"Okay. Now I need you to, uh... undress." Lilith muttered.

"Right now?" You burned in the cheeks and fidgeted nervously. Lilith nodded and took a rose and a vanilla orchid with her to the desk, tying them into a bundle together with a green string. It was all precise and specific. Exactly what the ritual called for. But you didn't recall needing to be naked for it.

"It's an Incubus. It requires you to, uh, "present yourself" to them." She explained, lighting a white candle placed at the tip of the arrow through the box.

"o-oh ok" You say in a very small voice. You start pulling your shirt off over your head and yanking your pants down around your ankles. Once they were all off, you folded them up and set them on the floor beside the circle, just outside of the border. Lilith handed you the bundle of flowers and directed you to sit in front of the candle, leaving the majority of the symbol clear.

"Alright. Here are your notes. After I give you this, I'm heading out. Okay? Are you still sure you want this? You can back out." Lilith took your hand and placed the paper in your palms, looking you in your eyes as she asked for confirmation. You thought for a moment. You looked at the symbol, then the room, holding your opposite hand over your chest to attempt some decency.

"I'm sure. I want this." You nodded firmly.

"Good. Then here. You need to chant this phrase five times. No more, no less. It's in Latin and I have the pronunciation written just in case you haven't been practicing your Latin." A small jab, and yet still thoughtful. You gave a small pout, but you said nothing. Taking the notes.

"Burn the flowers. Wait for them to lose their petals. Then start chanting. It MUST be five times." She reiterated that point with a lot of stress. You could only assume what might happen if you failed to do that. Luckily, you won't be careless enough to forget. Lilith went to the door and waited for you to sit in your position before closing you off into the room alone.

You were a little nervous and shaky, but you were determined to do this.

It's been so long since you had some fun...

You took a deep breath and slowly lowered the flowers over the candle until they caught fire. You held them out and away from you while they burned, scrunching your nose at the smell. Once the petals all burned away, you set them down and opened your notes.

"Spiritus cortici et vitis. Servus carnis. Ego tibi cuncta quaero simul." You muttered.

Once.

"Spiritus cortici et vitis. Servus carnis. Ego tibi cuncta quaero s-simul." You shook a little on the last word. You could hear... wind? Was there a draft in there?

Twice.

"Spiritus cortici et vitis. Servus carnis. Ego tibi cuncta quaero simul."

Thrice.

There was a whispering in your ears that made you flinch and close your eyes tightly. You gulped and breathed deeply once more. You couldn't lose focus.

"Spiritus cortici et vitis. Servus carnis. Ego tibi cuncta quaero simul."

F...frice? Four times.

A wind began to swirl around you, picking up your hair and making you shiver. The flame never flickered.

"Spiritus cortici et vitis. Servus carnis. Ego tibi cuncta quaero simul!"

Five.

You shouted, spitting it out before the growing nerves made you freeze up. The wind stopped and the candle went out, leaving you in utter darkness. You sat frozen in the dark. Waiting for whatever might happen. The symbol gradually lit up with a mint green hue. Once each line was illuminated, the circle filled with light. Hands grabbed the edges of the portal suddenly, making you yelp with surprise and slap a hand over your mouth fearfully.

The demon pulled itself out of the portal, flicking a long tongue across his sharp teeth and standing tall over you. There were no eyes in it's face. The back of it's head was hollow and filled with blue fire. It was listening carefully with its pointed ears, turning its head down to face you.

"Good evening." It purred in a low tone that vibrated the visible muscle on its throat.

"G-g... Good..." You couldn't form more than that. You stared at the creature with your mouth agape in surprise and awe. The creature chuckled, bowing to you and waiting for the portal to close before approaching.

"I believe we haven't met. I never forget a pretty face."

"N-no."

"I'm Valus, dear. May I have your name?" He asked, kneeling on the ground to be on your level. You told him your name and reached for the candle. It was so dark in there. You couldn't tell anything about Valus save for what his flames illuminated. You lit the candle using his fires. You don't think he noticed.

He was dressed very formally, which was a surprise. You thought he would be naked too. His hands were rough like the bark of a tree, his flesh green like a forest. He smelled like a garden. You were comforted by the scent and his calm, restrained behavior.

"I am at your command, ____" He said, using your name in order to be familiar with you, "what would you like me to do?"

"Are there limits?"

"Hahah! Only yours. I am bound to do everything you ask."

"A-ah... Well, I'm pretty vanilla, I guess," you admitted with a small laugh, setting the candle on the desk so it didn't hurt anyone, "uhm... I think I wanted to summon a p-person like you so that I could branch out a little."

"I can do that." He nodded. He leaned back to start pulling all of his clothes off, which took a moment and gave you time to decide if you wanted to continue. Seeing his firm chest and the... length... he was working with made you absolutely certain.

"Let's start small. So I don't get spooked."

"Fair. Shall I lead the dance?" He asked, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. He was very warm. You almost wanted to rest against him and sleep. His hands trailed down your sides to your butt, giving you a little squeeze. You felt your face burn again. Valus smirked before meeting his lips with yours. His lips were softer than you thought they'd be. He kneaded his fingers into your plush flesh as he held you against his chest. Your breasts pressing against him and making him smirk.

Valus's piece was beneath you. With the gentle kissing, it was still rather flaccid. You rested your hands on his upper arms and rocked your hips slowly. Grinding your pussy against his cock. He gave a small groan, separating momentarily to shudder his breath before returning to your lips. With each motion, he grew a bit more stiff. More and more until his cock was flush against your slit.

You started to feel something creeping along your skin. As soon as you realized the feeling is spreading, you pulled back and looked around. Then you saw the tendrils wrapping around you from your back, creeping up to grip your breasts and coil them securely. All the way along your mounds until the vines are tugging on your hardening nipples. You whined and hitched your breath.

"How is this?" Valus asked, his voice rumbling in his chest.

"I-it's nice." You answered, leaning back to allow him room to reach. He lowered his head, feathering kisses down your neck and shoulders until he reached your nipples and gave them some attention. You mewed and closed your eyes. The sensations were minimal. Slowly awakening your nerves for what was to come.

The vines lifted you up with ease. Each tendril gripping you securely so you were not discomforted by the action. His cock stood tall beneath you. Steadily leaking a small pearl of clear fluid.

"I should make sure you're ready." Valus purred. He dragged his tongue along your stomach as he lifted you higher until your crotch was at his face level. Two tendrils slid down to hold your lips open for him. He licked his lips and blew a warm breath across your moistening slit. You shivered and squirmed a little. His tendrils didn't cease with their tugging on her nipples.

Valus lulled a long, flexible tongue out of his cage of teeth and dragged it up and down the whole of your pussy. You snickered and looked down at him curiously. When his tongue caught her clit and began kneading into it. He was relentless. Swirling it. Sucking on it. The warm shudders of pleasure radiating through you and making you writhe.

He rarely left for any breath, giving your clit a relentless assault of sensations. You could barely hold back your moans after a point. Your chest heaved and you tried to hold Valus's head down, but his tendrils took your wrists and held them over your head. Possibly to protect you from mindlessly touching the fire? He buried his face into your pussy. His tongue pushed and slithered it's way deep inside your core.

It lashed at your walls, prodding for your sweet spot. He left nothing untouched. Your body becoming so warm with all the sensations he sent through you. It tightened a coil deep inside you. His sharp teeth threatening your moist lips would inch the coil tighter. You panted and rolled your head back. Your chest heaving and your mind beginning to go blank. You muttered curses as the intensity of the pleasure started to become overwhelming. You hugged your thighs around his face and shut your eyes tight.

His tongue slithered out of your core with a flick against your clit. He pushed his vine-like fingers into you and billowed his breath on your wetness.

"Are you going to cum for me~?" He purred. You nodded but no words could escape your throat. You were tense and ready to break. His tendrils teased you mercilessly, flicking your nub and plunging into you. You could barely think anymore. Valus's voice began echoing in your ears.

"Cum for me, darling. Let yourself enjoy it."

You could hardly contain the powerful rush that made your body spasm. You cried out as you came, gripping the vines tightly and arching backward in the air. You shuddered and gasped, sustaining the overwhelming pleasure until he pulled away from your twitching pussy and lowered you to the ground.

It took a while for the sensations to subside and your mind to finally clear enough to hear your own thoughts. You rested your hand against your forehead and laughed breathlessly.

"Ah... Sorry..." You muttered.

"Don't apologize for enjoying yourself," Valus held himself over you and pecked your lips. He rested on one forearm. His arms were in two separate parts connected by ghostly strings of muscle. He brushed a hand over your arm. Gently ensuring you felt comfortable as you cooled down. "Have you had enough?"

"That was more intense than I anticipated... I might have." You admitted. Though you felt bad that he was erect and unsatisfied. You rolled onto your stomach and pet his thighs, laying your head in his lap. He smirked down at you.

"Hm?"

"It's your turn now." You purred, dancing your fingers up his thighs and gently pulling on him to lift yourself up. He didn't stop you, sitting on his knees with his odd, 3 toed claws tucked under himself so he couldn't hurt you. He was visibly dangerous. Sharp in so many places yet exceedingly gentle and reluctant to hurt you.

You gripped his thick piece and kissed his tip. You stroked it slowly, awaiting to hear some noise that showed that you were doing well. He was quiet. You frowned and licked his head, stroking a little faster. It was comfortable in your hand and the pre-cum that had dripped down his cock already gave it a bit of slickness so you didn't have to spit on him. You didn't like that, it always felt so mean.

But he was so quiet.

Raising your head and keeping your hand's pace, you tilted your head at him. He was grinning, a crack in his lips to aid his breathing. His chest heaved with his breath but he somehow panted so silently.

"Y-You can make noise too, you know." You hummed. His ear flicked and he chuckled, turning away. You could swear there was some pink in his cheeks. Though the flames made it appear just like a darker green which was hard to tell different from his flesh.

"Ah... I'm not very loud. It feels good, you don't have to worry."

"Well," you pecked his lips and returned to his cock, kissing him there before swirling your tongue around the tip, "I want to know you like it." You wrapped your lips around his piece and attempted to mouth the whole length. You lowered to half of it's length, unable to go further. You weren't very practiced with blow jobs. But you were determined to make it good for him.

His cock twitched a little in your mouth as you bobbed on it, your hand sliding down and cupping his hefty sack. He groaned a little, holding himself up with his arms behind him. His face was a little more flushed this time around. The flame on his head flickering as he panted. You inched it further down your throat, but as you started to struggle with it, he placed a hand on your cheek and urged you to pull away. He was still panting, but you knew what he was doing. He didn't want you to strain or hurt yourself just to play with him. Fine. You hoped that what you could do was enough for him.

You bobbed on the first half of his piece and massaged your saliva into the rest of it. As you massaged his sack and rubbed what was left, you found your hand trailing down his pelvis to tease his flesh. You pulled off and licked him as you caught some breath, looking up at him to see how he was liking it. He had a hand over his mouth, his breath billowing out with light smoke, the flickering flames making their shadows dance on the walls.

He seemed close to falling apart. You had some pride that you could do that to someone. You sucked on his tip and swirled your tongue around it, rubbing it with an increased pace and utilizing both of your hands. As you worked he started to arch and groan a little louder. Still no more than a whisper.

"Are you getting close, now~?" You purred.

"Yeah." He breathed the word dreamily, leaning back on one arm and combing through your hair with the other. His tongue dragged over his dagger-like teeth and the smoke billowed once more.

"Do you like it?" You hummed. You rubbed him a little faster. His cock throbbed in your hand, the muscles in his throat visibly tightening as he choked back a sound. You wished he wouldn't.

"I-I love it." His panting was getting worse. He started to buck his hips a little, his nails digging into the floor. You rested his tip against your tongue and held your mouth open, awaiting his lust. The touch of your tongue sent a shock through his cock that finally sent him over the edge. He snapped his teeth together and groaned behind them, his head rolling back as he stuttered his hips. Shots of warm cum coated your mouth and tongue. Much more than you were anticipating. You closed your lips around it to ensure you could catch as much of it as possible.

There was only the sounds of heavy breath as you two tried to cool down. Valus leaned back against a wall and held you in his arms. Your head on his chest and your hand tracing over his toned stomach.

"I had fun~" You laughed.

"As did I. I haven't been called upon in a long time." Valus said, stroking your arm and brushing a finger over your cheek.

"You're far more gentle than I imagined an Incubus to be."

"My specialty. I find the meal is much more satisfying when both parties are enjoying themselves. Thank you."

You nodded and hugged him, nuzzling his chest. You wished you could lay like that for the rest of the night, but his purpose was fulfilled. He couldn't remain there for long. As you settled in to attempt taking a nap, you found the warmth was fading until you noticed his heartbeat was gone. You raised your head. The candle light from the desk showed that you were alone once more in the room. Task completed.

You would certainly have to summon him again.

[younmexreaders]

~~ Thorne x Reader 18+~~

A criminal terrorizing the police (barely bothering you or most people really) turns out to be the mothman that just landed on the rooftop of the apartment you live in. You took a pic of him and blackmail him into giving you a good time.

Female Reader/Mothman OC | 4k words

Includes:

Blackmail

Criminals

Pheromones

He big ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Rough Sex

The city is noisy and riddled with crime. There was never a moment of calm. Never a moment of darkness. There were always blaring horns and bright lights marking it a city of no sleep. Not in any iconic sense, sadly. In fact, you were certain that the only thing this city was famous for was the strange criminal that always marked the front pages.

He had never really been seen save for blurs and dark blobs in quick, panicked photos. But he would gather an army of grunts to take the fall for his heists and they all described him the same way. That should have helped the police find him, shouldn’t it? You assumed it would, but it had been years since you moved to the city and you’ve heard about him evading police without fail every month since.

Yet, somehow, you never felt very worried about him. He only robbed banks or high effort celebrities. He never went after minor jobs. And, since his entire crew would get captured once the heist was done, he was practically the only criminal left in the city. You wondered often about him. He was like some kind of Robin Hood and you had all the schoolgirl fantasies that went with that. 

You moved here a long time ago to pursue a new life, following a job you had been offered. It had been generally fine. If not a bit anxiety inducing every time you hear the cacophony of police sirens following the most recent break in. You’ve quickly learned that you were safe, leaving the anxiety as more of a minor nuisance and loud noise than anything worth fearing.

You decided, one day after work, that you would take a detour on your way home. There was a small picnic-like area on the roof of the complex you lived in. It was run down and you only went up there once before to cook outside, but maybe you oughta clean it up a little and make it a nice space to be in once more. You had the routine of huddling at home immediately after work and today felt like the best day to break the routine a little. It was sunny. It was warm. The sirens had already chased their latest lead. It seemed like a chance to find peace.

The streets were a bit crowded with people wandering to and from the businesses on the strip whether for work or for leisure. You weaved through them with a purpose in your step. Now that you had something to look forward to, you felt a bit renewed like you haven’t been before. Sometimes, it’s hard to remember that you deserve to treat yourself. You had bought some string lights and disinfectant wipes while you were out in order to clean the area a little.

Finally at the complex, you took the elevator to the very top and stepped out onto the roof. The faded, gunked up tables were just where you had first found them. The communal grill was a lot cleaner than everything else solely because it would be borrowed often and people would clean it before using it. Usually. There were always some that just didn’t care.

You emptied your bag of your supplies and got to work. Wiping down the metal and scraping gum, bird scat, and other such grossness off of things before wiping it down many times more. It was a hard few hours of work, but you felt incredibly accomplished once you were finally done. You took a much needed break, sitting on the bench and looking up at the dark sky. You hadn’t realized it was night time already. You felt pretty good being able to get it all done in a day and now you had all night to relax.

It was growing colder as the night progressed, but not enough to make you want to go inside. You listened to music on your phone while you relaxed. All your favorite music in a specialized playlist so you wouldn’t have to keep skipping songs. Tedious to put together, but you were glad you took the time aside to do it. While listening to your music and looking up at the sky, you heard someone join you on the roof.

You paid them no mind and they did similarly for you. But the blaring sirens in the street below came unnervingly close and drowned out your music. You turned your phone off and looked over the ledge. The cars sped past to an upper class complex up the road where another heist must have happened. So you sighed and turned to take your seat once more only to find that the newcomer had stolen it.

“Hey,” You whined. You folded your arms and stepped up behind them, “I was using that.”

“Hm? Well, I’m using it now.” He grumbled, putting a hand through his hair. He sat splayed out, seemingly exhausted. His hair was over his face and he was wearing sunglasses still so late into the night. You raised a brow at him. You wandered over to another bench and plopped yourself down, grumbling as you fiddled with your phone. Waiting for the sirens to stop. It was too dark for you to make much of the man. All you knew was that he was dressed in long and dark clothes that hid the majority of his body.

The sirens left after a long time investigating the complex up the road. You breathed a sigh of relief that the loud noise was finally gone. The guy was sitting still that whole time, stretching once the police left and taking his sunglasses off. His eyes were stark white with nothing in them and they seemed to glow in the dark. You were taken aback by that.

“Finally. I thought they’d never leave.” He grumbled. 

“Wh…” You blinked in surprise. You had never seen eyes like that and they unnerved you. He glanced at you and stood, slicking his hair back. He was much taller than you were, looking down at you as you sat with your phone in your hand. He dug his hand into the shadows, hidden by the dry and dying plants that had gone neglected for so long, and retrieved a heavy case.

“You didn’t see anything, got it?” He said sternly before turning away from you and standing on the ledge of the roof. You watched him, curious. As he stood on the ledge, he removed his coat and hung it on his arm. From his back spread a large, colorful pair of moth wings. You were even more taken aback, staring in confusion at what was happening to this random guy. You had no idea where he came from and no idea what he was.

He prepared to take off when something flashed behind him and startled him. He whipped around and found you aiming your phone at him. He dropped back down from the ledge and stomped up to you. The fury burning in the white voids of his eyes was unlike any you had seen before.

“What do you think you’re doing!?” He barked, reaching for your phone. You tucked it away quickly. No one would believe you met a fucking mothman if you didn’t have evidence. You can’t just get rid of it!

“Delete that. NOW.”

“No.”

“Wh--- What the hell do you mean “no?!’”

“I’m not deleting it.”

He stared at you incredulously and dragged his hand down his face. His wings drooped and he paced the rooftop as he thought about whatever. You looked at the picture on your phone, admiring the colors in his wings and cinematic look to the image. You wondered if the mothman lived in your building. Why else would he be on the roof? You laughed softly to yourself.

“I can’t let that image get out…” He grumbled. He sighed and scratched his neck. There was a lot of contemplating, lifting the case, looking at you, looking out to the streets. He seemed conflicted. 

“Look. I’m not giving you any of the money, but there’s gotta be something I can do to get that image deleted.” He suggested.

“Money?”

He simply lifted the case to answer that question and placed a hand on his hip. The mystery around him and his cool appearance was very enticing. You wish you could know so much more about him. And his wings… you glanced at them again, studying the colors. You wondered what it was like to have wings. Weird that he has a case of money with him.

“So. What do you want? Help around your apartment? Someone to play DnD with?”

“Well… uhm…” You thought it over. You weren’t really sure what you wanted from him, “how about we start small. What’s your name?”

He raised a brow at you and turned his gaze away, sighing. “Thorne.”

“Thorne! Edgy, haha.” You snicker. He glared at you and grimaced. You gave him your name and he just nodded to acknowledge it. It was well into the night and the wind was beginning to pick up, making you shiver and hold yourself.

“Let’s get inside before we continue with this.”

Thorne didn’t have any arguments. It was probably better they were inside and somewhere private if he was going to be sticking around much longer. You took him to your apartment, finally kicking off your shoes and tossing your jacket onto your couch. Thorne didn’t remove anything and laid his coat on the couch as well. He stood by the door, arms folded. 

With the lights on, you could decipher more of Thorne’s appearance. You stared at him for a moment. The puzzle pieces in your head clicked together finally and you dropped your mouth agape.

“Ooooohhhh…” You mused. Thorne was the criminal. Dressed exactly like the men would describe. But none of the information the authorities released said anything about him being a fuckin’ mothman. You supposed that was why he could get away so easily. He covered himself up and then escaped with his natural abilities.

“C’mon. We don’t have all night.” He grumbled. No wonder he wanted that picture gone. But now was your chance! All those Robin Hood fantasies could finally be fulfilled. And he was just as mysterious as you wanted him to be. Him being a monster was just icing on the cake.

“Is money the only limit in this exchange?” You asked, trying to be sneaky about it. Thorne squinted at you. That was an odd question that gave him the sense you wanted something super weird. You kinda did.

“What, you want me to murder someone or something?” He asked to gauge the field of your request.

“No.”

“Good. Uh, then yeah. Just not giving you cash.” He scratched his neck and dropped the case by his coat. You smiled devilishly and beckoned him to follow you. Thorne was getting some seriously weird vibes, but he needed that picture gone so he complied. You led him to your room and ushered him inside.

“I’ve been hoping to meet you for a long time.” You said, swaying your hips as you stepped past him and sat on the bed. Thorne was stoic. He kept to himself by the exit and didn’t give a reaction to you. “Since you’re offering, I’ll delete the image in exchange for a night of your company.” You smirked. Thorne grimaced and looked you over. There wasn’t much he could do if he wanted that picture deleted… Well, he could break the phone. He’s a thief after all, stealing it wouldn’t be hard.

On the other hand, you were fairly attractive. He weighed the situation. Leaving you in silence for a long while. You pursed your lips. He was taking his sweet time deciding and you were beginning to get annoyed. He could just say no. You'll think of something else.

"Alright. Fine. That seems easy enough to do." Thorne said with a shrug. His wings unfolded and he shook them out, casting a lavender dust all over the bedroom. It was pretty and mesmerizing, but you weren’t sure why he did it.

“What… What was that?” You murmured.

“Well, let’s call it Haze. Godly pheromones doing whatever whatever, not important.” Thorne waved a hand dismissively and pulled his turtleneck over his head. You watched him with interest, raising your brows at the toned body beneath that was covered in thick fuzz around his shoulders, forearms, and trailing down his stomach to vanish into his pants. You smirked at him. Thorne stepped up to you and combed a hand through your hair, petting your head. You took that as direction and started unbuckling his belt, pulling his jeans down and humming at the jungle of fuzz hiding his pelvis.

“Lots of fur.” You noted, putting your hands on his hips and surprising yourself with how soft the fur was. It was a very light purple and it was thick, cottony. It was just so soft. Like a poofy kitten. You giggled at that.

“Heh, You’d have to see me when I haven’t groomed.” Thorne snickered. You imagined what that meant, wondering how far all the fur must go and why he decided to leave it in the patches he did. You shrugged and gently prodded at his pelvis, attempting to find his piece. You reached down to feel along his undercarriage for a place to start, but you realized you couldn’t even find a sack on him. Do moths have testicles? Probably not externally… but…

“Need some help?”

“Maybe a little…”

“Yeah, probably don’t see a lot of inhumans. Here.” Thorne said, guiding your hand to the center of the fur forest. It was only about an inch deep, but it was hard for you to navigate alone. Your fingers grazed along a slit when you met his flesh and he shivered at the touch. You perked at that, tracing the slit up and down until you felt something pushing against your hand with gradually increasing force. After a short time, the appendage pushed out of the slit, extending to full length before your eyes. Far bigger and far weirder than any human members you have ever seen.

“Wow.” You breathed, in awe of what he had to offer. Thorne chuckled, hand on his hip while he pushed the other through the antennae and tendrils on his head. It was long and it grew much thicker at the base. The very tip of it was pink. You rubbed it up and down with both hands. It took a lot of focus from you to tend to the whole length. It made you curious what moth-women must be like if this was a necessary length.

“Just so you know, there is no way this will fit inside me.” You warned, kissing along it and stroking the rest.

“I know. I’ve slept around with humans before,” Thorne nodded, “that’s where the Haze comes in. It makes it much more enjoyable for you to take me.” Ah, so that’s what it was. He mentioned being godly before and you just accepted it without worrying about it. That Haze was definitely some kind of divine magic. You shrugged, it was all cool to you. You were getting what you asked for. 

You sucked on the tip, dancing your tongue over the piece. You kissed and licked it. Your hands pressed into him as you stroked it. It felt sturdy beneath your fingers and you did what you could to soak it in your saliva without trying to take too much of it in your mouth. You didn’t even want to tempt fate with that. The Haze might be in effect, but your stomach was not in the mood. Thorne made soft sounds, but he wasn’t too enthused by it. He was probably used to his partners being a lot more experienced. 

His piece stiffened until solid. You could see several small veins becoming apparent on its length. Thorne stopped you before it went further and beckoned for your hand, lifting you to your feet once you gave it to him. Thorne removed your clothes, hoisted you up, and tossed you into your bed. You yelped, hitting the soft mattress and nest of blankets with an oomph.

“Alright, I’m ready. How about you?” Thorne asked, climbing into the bed and gripping your ass, teasing your plump behind. You felt your face beginning to burn, glaring back at him.

“Hardly.” You huffed. Thorne shuffled down the bed a little towards your legs, laying on his stomach and wrapping his arms around your thighs and waist. You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked over at him, but he pressed on your back to flatten you down on the bed once more.

Thorne leaned in close, flicking his tongue against your clit and kissing your lips, trailing the pecks out to your inner thighs. You purred and pulled a pillow into your arms, resting your head on it. Thorne lapped at your slit, uncurling his insectoid tongue to snake it into your chasm. He slid a hand underneath you, keeping a hold on your thigh, and kneaded your clit in small circles. You squirmed a little, sighing happily at the pleasing sensations. 

You felt a little more sensitive than you normally would. You chalk that up to Thorne’s Haze. You were glad to have it. It built you up quickly, waltzing you to the edge of your pleasure. His tongue danced against your walls, dipping outside to flick your clit as his fingers teased it before slithering back inside. You groaned softly, tensing as the sensations grew a little too much for you. His tongue was incredibly prehensile, curling around your clit while he pushed his fingers inside and prodded your walls.

“Nn~ That feels good.”

Thorne pulled back and chuckled, his breath grazing your lips. You shivered and buried your face into the pillow. You were plenty wet now. Slick and prepared for what was next. Thorne sat on his knees and pulled you to him by your waist, pressing his member between your cheeks and rubbing himself against you.

“Good. Once you cum we’re done, alright?” He said, holding one of your lips aside and lining up with you.

“Alright, fine… thanks for doing this.” You said.

“I’m just trying to get that picture deleted.” He made it feel like it was such a chore which didn’t make you feel very good about it. Emotionally. Physically, it felt very good. His long ass tongue felt great and you couldn’t wait to try his crazy cock. Only if he was sure he was willing to do this.

“My passcode is 3233.”

Thorne paused, his tip was just about to slip inside you. He furrowed his brow. His grip on your ass tightened a little but he didn’t move.

“Why?” He asked in a sharp tone. You grinned devilishly to yourself. Your cheeks in your hands and propped up on your elbows. You refused to answer just to be cheeky, but Thorne was running low on patience. He smacked your ass and made you yelp. You laughed at that, though. Spanking you was his first response?

“Answer me.”

“That way, you have the choice to keep going or leave.” You said.

“I’ve always had that choice. I’ve broken into much harder technology than some fucking cellphone. You think you’re being cute?” He huffed. 

“You’re awfully impatient for someone who could stop whenever he wants.” You pointed out, wiggling your hips a little. Thorne growled. You were really pissing him off. He gripped your hips and pulled you flush against him, spearing into you without easing you into it. His Haze allowed you to take in the entirety of his piece with no pain, but you could definitely feel some of the pressure within. You involuntarily groaned, trying to stifle it with your teeth.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He growled. You shuddered. The tone dug into you and made you realize something very new about yourself. Your face had grown hot and you bit your lip. You opened your mouth to tease him some more, but he slammed his hips into yours and made you cry out.

“Shut up.” He warned. You did as you were told, burying your face in the pillow and stifling your sounds as Thorne thrust into you. He pulled your waist into him as he thrusted, his pants and growls filling the room and giving you the music of your own ravishing. You tried to keep your voice down, but the pressure dangled you over the edge of your pleasure, his rough grip and gruff groans were only making it worse.

“Ngh, fuck~” You moaned through gritted teeth. Thorne grabbed you by your shoulder and lifted you up, wrapping an arm around your stomach to trap you against his chest. His antennae curled over his head and into your view. His arms were powerful and his chest was solid against your back. He was fuzzy and soft in places, but the rest of him was thick muscle. His cock burying deep into you pushed you closer and closer to your edge. It didn’t even feel like the long, inhuman piece it appeared to be once it pierced you.

Thorne’s breath billowed over your shoulder. He grinned, his grunts becoming louder and his bucks much more wild. You tensed and pressed against him, your pussy clenching as you were finally thrown over the edge into the sea of pleasure, allowing it to wash over you. You shuddered and you felt yourself growing weak. Thorne breathed a laugh, but he didn’t stop. You tapped his arm and closed your eyes, panting.

“No, no. You don’t get to go that easy. We’re not done until I say so.” He growled, picking you up and slipping off the bed, pressing you against the wall. Your legs were starting to feel weak, shaking as he pressed you to the wall and took you with the same fervor as before. He seemed like he would never give up. His body trapped you against the wall. He pinned your arms to your back and pressed his forehead against the wall, looking down at your form and reveling in your desperate whines.

Thorne panted and grunted, the end of his rope drawing near. He bucked hard, burying himself to his hilt inside you and groaning loud as he finally came. You could feel his cock throbbing deep inside you, milked by your clenching pussy. Each throb filled you more and more with his seed until you just felt so full. Thorne growled faintly, breathing heavily. He slowly pulled out of you, his cock hanging limp as he stepped back and guided you so you fell on your bed instead of sinking to the floor.

You shuddered now that he was removed from you, gripping your sheets as the final echoes of pleasure traveled through you. Your head was swimming and everything seemed to teeter around you.

Thorne huffed, grabbing your phone from your pants on the floor and unlocking it, deleting the photos. You could hear him tap at your phone, but you didn’t bother to look at what was going on. You were in bliss. Whatever he did at this point was nothing of any importance to you. His clothes rustled as he got dressed, his boots clicking as he left the room, the door shutting behind him on his way out. It was over and done.

You woke from a short nap and left to clean yourself up in the bathroom, taking a shower and wiping down so you could get some real sleep for your day to go as normal tomorrow. You saw your phone on the side table and decided to put on some music for bed when you saw your camera album was still open. Your pictures of Thorne in his get up were gone, but you had a new photo you didn’t take.

Thorne left you a memento. A picture of himself, full body, no face. His whole form was available for you to use whenever you have a craving for moth meat. You’ll have to keep that to yourself. You’ll be using it a lot.

[younmexreaders]

~~ Ise x Reader 18+~~

You go on a trip to Japan and meet a snake Oni in the ruins of a village. To bypass the barrier of language, he uses his ability to hypnotize you and you reveal that you're pretty horny.

Fem Reader/Oni OC | 3.3k words

Includes:

Hypnosis

Telepathy

Consensual Mind Control

Oral

There were few places that you really wanted to visit. One of the places at the top of the list were the ruins of a village that collapsed many centuries ago. You had a fascination with ruins and places that were in disrepair. Exploring abandoned places was just so interesting to you. The ruins were incredibly mysterious but it was in Japan and you didn't live there. You had to wait until you were lucky enough to afford a ticket in order to visit.

You felt you had hit a lucky break when your college Japan club announced they were crowdfunding a trip. You decided to sign up for the club and throw in what you could for the fund. It was great that many others were also planning to go to Japan. You wouldn’t be sticking around with them, though. You’d fly together and stay at a hotel together, but you all had free reign to do whatever you wanted during the day. You planned to pack some exploration gear and slip away the moment you could. Then you would finally have a chance to see the ruins for yourself.

You were more than familiar with exploring abandoned places. You had done it a lot at home with the abundance of run down buildings around the country. With all the previous practice you had, it had a very low chance of being dangerous, even in an unfamiliar place. The worst of it would probably be the long plane ride, haha. And maybe the communication issues. But you had a conversational dictionary on hand and google for the worst of it.

When you finally landed in Japan, you went with the club to the hotel where you would all be staying. They showed you your room and handed you a key, but that was the last you saw of them. They ran off to do their own things as a club and you gathered your gear to run off towards the ruins. You were so excited. Your heart pounding in your chest.

The ruins were far away from any other forms of civilization. It did give you some worry that you were so far from safety, but there was very little chance anyone else was also exploring these practically unknown villages. It took you falling into a rabbit hole while reading old stories to even know it existed. You felt pretty certain you’d be fine. If it came down to it, you weren’t a stranger to camping.

You trotted up to the crumbling walls and the overgrown roofs of Hebiza Village. It was a beautiful sort of disarray. Ivy climbed the walls of the abandoned homes, flowers grew everywhere they could reach, and the tall tree in the center of the village was massive. It grew far past the limits of its original fencing, its branches stretching over the ruins to shield them from further weathering. You wandered in, placing a hand on the bark of the tree and looking around from the center of the village. From there, you could see each of the gates that used to show villages the borders of Hebiza. On the west side of town, there was a tall hill and atop it was another tree and a pile of stones. Peculiar. You took pictures of the ruins while making your way to the hill and the pile of stones. You had the odd feeling you were being watched, but when you glanced around, it was clear you were alone. You didn’t know where the feeling was coming from. It was just faint and constant.

The tall, sickly tree was a Japanese Maple. It seemed to have been sick for a long time. There were no leaves in its branches and the bark was chipping away. You frowned. At the base of the tree, beneath the pile of rocks was a cracked statue featuring a deity you didn’t know. It was missing part of its arm and seemed to reside in a small alcove. A shrine perhaps? You didn’t know enough about the culture to say for sure. But the state of this area gave you a pit of sadness in your stomach.

On the other side of the hill was a river. Clear, murmuring, picturesque. You watched it from the top of the hill, the lingering feeling of being watched was a little stronger now.

“Hm… I wonder what happened to this place.” You muttered, taking a picture of the river and turning back to the ruins. As you moved towards it, you heard the hissing of a snake in the branches overhead. You flinched at the sound, fearfully snapping your head up to search the branches for the animal. You found nothing.

“Wh-” You gasped, staggering towards the shrine. You often forget that animals would take residence in ruins. It was silly of you, but you rarely saw them unless you got too close to their den or something.

Then your back hit something. It was solid and it didn’t budge when you bumped into it. You stiffened, becoming a frightened statue in the presence of whatever or whoever had come up behind you. Your reflexes refused to stop making you freeze. You couldn’t force your body to move no matter how hard you tried. You hoped they would think you weren’t there if you stayed still long enough.

The person behind you began to murmur something in Japanese. His voice was very low. Rumbling from deep within him like rolling thunder. It sent involuntary shivers through you that betrayed that you were indeed alive and not a statue. That made him chuckle and that sound only sent more shivers through you. You shakily stepped away from him, turning slowly and turning up to see the menacing face of this… creature that towered over you. His hair was tame. It rested on his shoulders and flowed down his back like a silver river. His eyes were piercing and sharp despite the amused look he gave you. He had fangs poking out of his lips and, when he spoke, it revealed gleaming, knife-like teeth caging a forked tongue.

“O-oh… my god…” You whispered, eyes wide at the sight of him. He tilted his head, revealing the torn and tattered talismans that were strung across his purple horns and shuddering in the wind. He said something again, this time in a questioning tone. You dug through your bags for your dictionary and flipped through it, hoping to find what he said. You searched for a long time, finding things that were close, but nothing exact. You huffed softly.

He peered over you to look at the book, curious. It had the phrases written down in both Romaji and Katakana, maybe you could just hand him the book and he could find what he was saying? You shrugged. It couldn’t hurt. You handed the book to him and gave him your best confused face as you said “I don’t understand” with the worst accent.

He reached out to take the book with massive, clawed hands. One arm was hidden in the sleeve of his kimono, but the other side was hanging around his waist and revealed the left side of his torso. The eyes of a large snake weaving through roses glared at her from the tattoo climbing all the way up his arm. It took you a while to tear your eyes away, but you noticed that he wasn’t really looking for the phrase so much as reading through the whole dictionary.

“Oh, no, I meant…” you started before realizing the point was moot, “eh, go ahead.”

He was quiet, reading through the whole dictionary while you wandered off to the river to clear your head. This man was super scary looking, but he acted pretty harmless. It made you feel like a bit of an ass to have been so scared of him at first. You knelt by the water and dipped your hand in. The water was chilly, rushing swiftly past your fingers. It didn’t appear deep enough to get swept away in, but you didn’t want to test that.

Something furry brushed against your back and made you yelp, spinning around on your butt to find the man standing behind you once more. There was a massive, scaly tail winding out from behind him, with a mane of fur feathering out from the very end. You sighed and stood, dusting yourself off. He handed your dictionary back to you and flicked his tail behind him. Did he always have that?

“I am Ise,” he said, placing a hand on his chest, “I want to show you something.” It sounded like he was struggling a bit to put his words together but he nailed it. You blinked in surprise and nodded. You were surprised, but you had no reason to think he wasn’t smart enough to pick up English pretty easily. Ise wrapped his tail around you and guided you closer to him.

“Oh, uh… okay.” You muttered. Ise leaned down slightly, his piercing blue eyes digging into your soul and latching onto it with a chilling grip. Your hand you dipped in the river didn’t feel so cold anymore.

“I don’t get visitors anymore. I welcome a new face.” Ise said, but his voice was echoing inside you instead. You stared as his cold blue shifted to a natural green and then a warm yellow, cycling through colors they clearly didn’t have before. You couldn’t tear your gaze away and everything outside of those shifting colors seemed to disappear.

“In this state, we won’t struggle with communicating. I wish to make your visit worthwhile.”

You couldn’t hear anything but his echoing voice. Where was the wind? The river? You weren’t sure you were carrying your bag and dictionary anymore.

“I have little to offer, but I was once a servant to the god of harvest and fertility."

That sparked a thought in your invaded mind that he certainly picked up. You normally weren’t one for random flings, but you had always wanted to explore yourself a little. The only things you had done at this point were reluctant touching. You didn’t need to be so cautious now. At least, you were incapable of caution at this moment.

“I want… to fuck you.” You said with more confidence than you’ve had since arriving in Japan. It was hard for you to give in to whimsical temptations all willy nilly. It seemed in this state you weren't so hesitant though. The colors that tethered you only to him scared away your inhibitions. You didn’t feel self conscious about your body nor did you feel selfish for asking for what you wanted. The colors were somehow comforting.

“Haha, very well.” Ise chuckled. He blinked and allowed you out of the trance. You could feel every anxiety about the decision you made suddenly bubbling up. You went incredibly tense and dug your hand into his tail as it wrapped around your legs.

“N-no, wait. I-I don’t… I can’t,” You tried to make sense of the jumble of words in your head, “I-I want to do it in that trance. I get too… in my own head about sex stuff. I need to… not think.” You attempted to explain, scratching your arm nervously. Ise paused and looked down at you. He gave you a concerned look, but he obliged, leaning in close to you and flashing those bright colors once more.

“As you wish. I will keep your mind at ease.” Ise hummed, the echoing voice bouncing all around you.

His tail wrapped around you, picking you up slightly and resting you on the massive, thick muscles of the appendage. You sat on it like a treasure resting on a velvet cushion. It gave you a small giggle, your hands resting on the scales and fur beneath your bottom. Ise kneeled, his tail doing well to keep you at a slightly raised level. He placed his hands on your legs, kneading his thumbs into your thighs and feathering your neck in kisses. You were pricked by his teeth every so often, but it felt nice to get the gentle pecks on your skin.

Ise hooked his claws onto the hem of your pants and shimmied them off of your legs. You moved slowly in this dazed state, entrapped by the colors and unable to find the floor since Ise was all you could see. He undressed you slowly, tracing his fingers along your skin as he explored your nooks and crannies.

Ise nuzzled against your stomach, wrapping one arm around your waist. He kissed your stomach and slowly brought his hand under your thigh, gently squeezing your soft flesh, and lifted your leg slightly.

“You’re gorgeous,” he muttered against your flesh as he gripped the meat of your thigh. He continued down and practically scooped you up against him. His lips met your slit and his forked tongue slid up and down between the folds. You purred quietly. Dazed eyes looking into the swirling colors that surrounded you both.

He rolled your sensitive nub around with the fork of his tongue, kneading against it for a bit while reaching to finger you. He paused, remembering that he had claws on his hand and retreating it to hold your thighs apart. It would be foolish of him to do that. He needed to focus if he wanted to keep you in this trance and please you completely at the same time. He lashed the muscle against your womanhood, burying it into you and prodding at your inner walls. You mewed softly and arched your back, leaning onto the limb keeping you afloat in this sea of sensation.

Ise reached down and palmed himself from the outside of his kimono. He adored your taste, the soft sing-song noises you made as he dug his tongue deep into you. It made his cock throb and strain against the many layers of fabric that hid it away.

It took a small bit of struggle and he had to turn his back to you, shifting you around on his tail, in order for him to remove his clothes. Scales peppered his flesh and his silvery hair fell far down to his lower back. He had many scars on his person which caused you a bit of concern, but the feeling was overridden with lust once you spotted the thick, stiff member he was sporting. You could swear your mouth was watering.

His tail brought you close to him, pressing you against his chest as he nibbled on your neck and nipped at your earlobe. Then he carefully picked you up, adjusting your placement so you were bent over his tail, the tip wrapping around one of your ankles to hold it to the side so you were open for him.

“I apologize… It’s been so long.” He said, trying to fight the feral growl rising in his throat.

“I don’t mind.” You hummed, hugging his maned tail and looking back at him. Ise grabbed your hips, rubbing himself against you.

“Just let me know, okay?”

“Of course.”

Ise lined up with your entrance and slowly pushed into you, groaning softly through gritted, dangerously sharp teeth. His thick shaft rubbed up against your walls, almost too thick to get very far until you could loosen up some more. The pressure of him inside you certainly helped towards that goal. His body against yours felt amazing. His hair curtained past his shoulders, tickling your arms. His claws gripped your flesh, gradually losing its tenderness and becoming so desperate. Ise’s bucking became wild after a short while.

You could definitely tell he hadn’t had this in a long time. But that made it so much better for you. You loved being in this deep daze while he pulled you into his every thrust, getting deep into you with every inch he had.

His grunts were low and gravelly. His breath was hot against your back. You were starting to moan and grasp at his tail despite how passive the daze left you. Both of your sounds were everything you could hear. The only sight in your mind was his knitted brow and his wide, powerful body lurching into you.

“I-I… Ise, ah…” You murmured. Your voice broke his desperation and he slowed a bit.

“A-am I hurting you?” He asked, releasing his hold on your hips and leaning back, the thrusts now slow and much more shallow.

“No, it doesn’t hurt… but please pull out.” You hummed, laying your cheek on his scales and closing your eyes. This pace was lulling and calm. It kept your heat in place, but it wouldn’t bring you to climax.

“Of course.” He nodded. He picked up the pace again. But he didn’t lose himself in it this time. He rolled his hips with an angling that grinded his thick piece against your sensitive spot. You let out small gasps of pleasure every time he passed over your sensitivity. Your heat was building higher and higher, chest heaving with breath and hold tightening on his tail.

Ise knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself if you came on his cock. He pulled out and rubbed himself between your ass cheeks and reached down to rub your clit. The small, tight circles he rubbed around your button was enough to drive you over. You clung tightly to him and whimpered out his name. Twitching and holding your breath as the sensation washed over you. He groaned at the sound you made. The small squeak of his name sent a shiver through him that finally broke him.

His cum spilled onto your back and ass, warm at first and swiftly cooling off. You both shivered and groaned softly. It sent small tingles throughout you to feel his spunk mark your body. You smirked and hugged his tail, nuzzling your cheek against the scales. It was a quiet moment between you two. Both catching your breath while Ise lost his energy to keep up the trance. Each time you blink, the colors fade away and you are dropped back into reality, continuing to cling to Ise’s tail.

But you didn’t feel horrible about indulging yourself. You breathed deeply, glancing around to find yourself still in the ruins. You were a little embarrassed to be naked outside, but you and Ise went completely uninterrupted the whole while. You were fairly certain no one was going to show up now.

Your means of communicating with the Oni were momentarily unavailable. He handed you your clothes and led you down to the stream so you could clean yourself off. He stayed close to you, but his eyes were on the surroundings. It seemed he was protecting you closely while you cleaned up and redressed. It was nice to have this giant wall of muscle protecting you. But you can’t stay forever. You have a life back home. Siblings and parents who might worry about you just randomly disappearing.

“Thanks for this, Ise… I don’t know if you can still quite understand me, but… I had a lot of fun.” You smiled up at him, pulling your pants and shoes on, kneeling down to tie your laces. He replied in that odd Japanese that you couldn’t translate, but the inflection made it seem that he agreed. You waved him farewell and hurried back to town.

You didn’t think you’d have a vacation like that again. What were the chances that a monster would be both horny and chill enough to do that with you? This vacation will be in your memories for a long, long time. 

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~~ Judge x Reader 18+~~

You have died and gone to purgatory. The guardian there is willing to give you one last wish before you rest for good.

Fem Reader/Judge OC | 3.4k words

Includes:

Reader Dying (not graphically, it's a revelation)

Loss of Virginity

Non Binary OC in Masculine Form

Think of Pyramid Head, that's basically Judge

Your car was in a worse shape for wear. Up the road, a tree was equally as damaged having cushioned your swerving out of control. But now you had no chance of getting where you needed.

You cursed technology for making you rely on it. You had driven far enough out of your cellular range that your phone refused to pick up any kind of signal. In its absence, you tried using a paper map your parents nagged you to keep in your glove compartment, but you weren't sure where to start and it made the whole thing fairly moot.

It didn’t help that there was a very heavy and thick fog that was beginning to roll in. You huffed and pulled over, looking through your guidebooks and checking periodically for a signal.

It didn’t seem to be getting any better. Nothing gave you any indication of your location. You knew you were still in the state, but you couldn’t say much more than that. You sighed and pinched at your nose, sliding down in your seat and staring at the ceiling. You were getting fed up with all of this. Why were you even heading out here? You couldn’t remember why you bothered to take this trip. Did you even want to see your family? They couldn’t be bothered to ever come see you. You didn’t know why you tried anymore.

There were so many flags that you somehow ignored up until this point and you were regretting that decision. Sadly, there was no way for you to get back home. Not at this point. Judging by some of the signs you passed, there must be a town nearby. The coming storm brought far too much fog with it to allow you to see more than a couple feet ahead.

You basically rolled your car down the hill as slowly as you possibly could for fear of running into things. You were successful through most of it, but as the buildings of this town came into view, you also realized how barren and empty everything was. You were concerned by that. With no one here to help you out, you weren’t sure how you would be getting home.

The only safe thing you could think of was to sleep in your car for the night and hope the fog would go away. You struggled your way into the back seat and laid in a tight ball on the stiff cushions. You folded an arm under your head and attempted to rest… but you didn’t feel tired and this was intensely uncomfortable. You grumbled, sitting upright and looking out the window to the town once more.

“Whatever, maybe there’s a landline there.” You sighed.

You gathered your bag and your keys and wandered out to the small town. The buildings were boarded up and uninhabited. Some of the buildings crumbled, others had plants attempting to overtake them. You peered into the small openings and tried all the doors, but there was nothing you could see and nothing budged.

“Super… This is just fantastic…”

You ran your fingers over your scalp and folded your arms, leaning on one of the building walls to check your phone again. No bars. No internet. Nothing changed. You were honestly surprised your phone hadn’t shattered in that crash.

“Where the hell am I?”

“You’re in purgatory.”

The newcomer’s voice startled you. Your whole body tensed and your grip tightened until your knuckles turned pale.

“Calm down. You are already dead. You will not hurt anymore.”

You felt as if you were going to faint. You clung to the wall behind you and shakily peered up at the massive creature towering over you. It was huge in all aspects. Arms, torso, h-helmet? You blinked and almost fell over, but the thing grabbed your shoulder to keep you upright. It was covered in scars and dirt. The rags it wore were tattered and covered in… what seemed to be dried blood. And it tried to assure you that you were safe? If it hadn’t said you were dead, you would absolutely assume you were having a nightmare.

Suddenly, you weren’t there anymore. You startled awake in a different location entirely, wrapped up in blankets and resting on a bed in one of the boarded up buildings. You blinked and slowly lifted off the pillow, closing the blankets around you as you sat in the bed and looked around.

“Uh… wh…” You whispered to yourself, clutching the blankets. The room appeared empty for a moment, but you found that thing in the doorway. It was entering the room as you awoke and seemed to notice you there despite its lack of eyes. You wondered how it got around at all like that, let alone see you.

“You collapsed.”

“I noticed…”

It approached the bed and stood over you once more. Its ability to speak despite lacking a visible mouth was extremely unnerving. The lack of eyes yet constant focus was even worse. Your gaze faltered and you tried to move away from it.

“There’s no need to fear me.” It said, sitting beside you in the bed. You preferred that. Standing made it seem so dangerous and unavoidable. You didn’t even know how you got here or what was going on. How you died and why you ended up in purgatory instead of literally anywhere else.

“That’s easy for you to say…” You grumbled. There was a short silence between you both.

“If I could remove my helmet, would that ease you?” It asked. You looked at the hooks that attached the helmet to its body and wondered how in the world it planned to do that. You shook your head. That would probably only make it worse.

“Perhaps some way to refer to me, then?” It suggested.

“That might help.” You said. Giving anything a name usually makes it a little easier to understand. They thought quietly for a second before finally coming up with something to call themself.

“I am Judge.” It decided. An unconventional name for an unconventional creature. That makes sense. You nodded in acknowledgement and offered them your name.

“I know who you are. I am also aware that you have had a lot of strife. Something within is unresolved which leaves you here in Purgatory.” They explained with a careful voice. The monotone they gave tried to keep you calm. You glanced aside. There were a lot of things you hadn’t yet had the chance to do. You only realized how little your family bothered to care about you in the end so you never had the chance to put your priorities in place. What could you do to make up for that here?

“I don’t know how to fix it…” You muttered.

“That is understandable. We can start small, then. What is something you have yet to do?” Judge asked, tilting their head down at you. You idly searched around the room while you mulled it over. There’s a couple things you haven’t had time to get to. You’ve been busy with work and events, you never had time to make connections with people. Your only friends were the same ones from high school. Your duties kept you from experiencing most of life.

There were only, maybe, one or two things you could do here in Purgatory. You assumed there would be no way to just hop back onto the plane of the living to slap a couple people for all they’ve put you through. Though that would be more cathartic in your opinion.

“While relationships have never been a priority for me, I’ve never planned on dying a virgin. Kinda silly to think about here, but it’s all I can pinpoint right now. That doesn’t involve telling a lot of people off and specifically being alive, I guess.” You shrugged. Judge was surprised to hear that. The people that dropped into Purgatory normally just begged for their life back until Judge had to drag them away to the afterlife. You’ve been the most passive person in Purgatory so far.

“Are you sure that’s the first thing you want to resolve?” They asked. Looking Judge up and down, they filled all the criteria you needed. Masculine. Human…oid? They had a very nice body and, despite the visible dinginess, didn’t stink to high heaven. A low bar for some, sure. But you didn’t have much room to be picky and you could get past some of your discomfort with their appearance by understanding that they weren’t hostile. You rolled the thought in your mind a little longer and nodded.

“Yeah. I don’t see why not. I mean, I’m alright with moving on since I know the other things on my mind won’t have resolution.” You said as you shrugged.

“Obviously, I’m chill with moving on without that, too. Like, it’s a weird request.”

Judge was quiet for a moment. They were in no way prepared for someone so willing. Those so sure of their demise would be sent directly to their afterlife. You wouldn’t be here if you truly didn’t care about sticking around. You must be minimizing your feelings. That’s no good. But if that’s all you could think of then there was little Judge could do about it except indulging the idea.

“If that will help you move on, then we shall see it done.”

You looked up at them as they stood from the bed, removing themself from your level for a moment. They only wore the tattered robes on their hips that reached down to their ankles. But it hung sort of low on their waist and revealed the toned pelvic bones that gave you a small tingle. They turned to you, seemingly unsure of what actions to take next. You gave a faint, comforting smile, standing up with them and taking their hands. It seemed like Judge hadn’t done this before either.

There was no one to take the lead then… no one knowledgeable enough with the correct course of action. So, you decided you would try leading. At the very least, you have watched romance movies and read books about it before. Though they usually fade to black before they get to the main course. You’ll have to riff a little through that part.

The two of you stood with your hands clasped. Silent and a little nervous.

“These sorts of things usually start with a kiss, but uh… I’m not sure how to do that.” You muttered.

“Is that so? Well… How about this?” Judge leaned down and carefully let go of one of your hands, cupping your cheek and bringing you slowly closer to their face. There were no lips for you to meet, but the intimacy of this action made your eyes flutter shut anyways. You kissed the lukewarm metal. It was awkward and a little embarrassing. But it felt nice to have the palm against your cheek and the warmth of this large… intimidating person.

The intimidation didn’t bother you, though. You knew it was there, clearly evident in their form and function, but you felt it wasn’t for you. It just existed around you. It felt… good to have something so big and dangerous treat you so softly. Have you ever been treated so gently?

Judge pulled away from you and you stumbled slightly. You didn’t realize how much you were leaning on them until then. Lost in your own mind the whole time. You give a small laugh and hide your embarrassment by pulling your hair back out of the way. Judge brushed your bangs aside and let go of your other hand, sliding their hand along your side and resting it on your lower back. You stepped closer to them, your hands gravitating to their hips.

“That works.” You giggled softly. You could feel your face beginning to burn.

“What’s next?”

“In some of the things I’ve read, this is usually when the passion takes over and the couple would fall into bed and stuff.” You said. There was definitely a pull between you two. You didn’t want to move away and their arms slowly wrapped around your waist. It wasn’t as intense as you thought it would be. You wanted to be close to them but you didn’t want to pounce on them. You preferred this thoughtful, slow momentum. Hands carefully ghosting over each other, minds miles away.

Judge hooked their hands on your pants, hesitating for permission before pulling them off you slowly and a bit awkwardly. You can feel your face burn as they start to pull your shirt up over your head. You catch their wrists before they can take it off completely and you shake your head.

“I’d like to keep that on…” You muttered.

“Then I’ll leave it alone.” They agreed without a problem. There was a pause between them, Judge looking you over for a moment with their trailing hand informing you where the gaze was lingering. It was your turn now, you supposed. You unlatched the belts holding up those tattered robes that hid their waist and was surprised at how easily they fell around them. Revealing the sensitivities Judge’s current body was equipped with. They were still flaccid, but they seemed a bit girthy with a scruff of coarse pubes.

Now both bare, Judge looked down at you for the next direction. You cleared your throat and glanced at their piece. You barely had to get down to reach it comfortably. Still, you sat on the bed and cleared your throat.

“Okay… Uhm… How’s this?” You said sheepishly, brushing your fingers over their piece. They didn’t have too much of a reaction to that. Yeah, you probably needed to do something a little more than that. You gripped it in your hand and started rubbing it. Judge stood stoic, but you could see their breath hitching while you tried out things you had seen. You stroked them at a steady pace, gauging their reactions in order to continue forward with anything new. You leaned down to kiss the tip and noticed them shudder at the action. You smiled, kissing it again and again, going down the shaft with your feathering kisses.

This felt pretty right. You wrapped your lips around the tip of the thickening organ and bobbed shallowly on it. You would try to take a lot of it in your mouth, but you had never done this before and you didn’t want to risk hurting yourself. Judge kept their hands to themself, not forcing your head down or keeping you from pulling away. You appreciated that a lot.

Judge groaned under breath. They put their arm over their shoulder to bury their helmet into their arm, as if trying not to show you how nervous they were. All that really did was flex some muscles and interest you some more.

You sucked on the tip, swirling your tongue around the head and rubbing the shaft a little faster now. Judge groaned without hiding it now. The piece got stiff, twitching a little once it finally reached its full size, veins pulsing up the length. You could feel it twitching in your hand and the feeling excited you.

Judge took your hands and guided you on top of them, laying back to become a bed of muscle for you to rest on. They were so broad and big that you had no way to keep your weight off of them, but they didn’t seem to mind you resting on them completely. You blinked down at them and grinned, your face turning unbearably hot.

Their hands rested on your hips, slowly inching around you until they had one hand on your lower back and the other tracing your slit. You whimpered softly, lowering your head against their chest and listening to the hollow breathing within them. Another reminder that they were inhuman. Their fingers traced up and down, seeming to be searching for the right thing to do. You reached down between your legs and guided their fingers to your clit.

“Try rubbing there. Lightly, don’t be too rough.” You urged. Judge made an affirmative noise that rattled your body. They rubbed in very slow circles, listening to your soft moans for approval. It made you feel a lot better that they were also unsure of what to do. To learn this together was nice. You had to push back the lamentation that this was your only chance to experience this.

Judge circled your clit and chuckled softly when your sounds became more desperate. They could feel you becoming wet. Sliding a finger between your lips to test your pussy. You gasped and gripped their meaty chest, biting your lip. It was a surprising feeling, their finger sliding inside suddenly. Just one, and yet it sent a shock all the way through you.

“Does it hurt?” They asked, retreating the digit.

“No… it was just a surprise. I think I want you to try putting your dick in.” You mumbled sheepishly. Judge nodded, taking your hips and pulling you down their torso until their tip pressed against you.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Go for it.”

Judge pulled once more, sliding their cock into your sheath with a low groan. It hurt a little. You had anticipated it hurting, but you expected something much more dramatic based on some of the things you read. This was nothing like that. It was an uncomfortable pressure of something inside you, a pain of an unknown feeling. They hilted themselves against you, looking down at you as you both settled and got used to the pressure. It dulled before long and you released a breath.

“Are you alright?” Judge asked, sighing, breath causing your hair to shift.

“Yeah… it’s alright.” You nodded. You shifted your weight in order to sit upright on top of them, hands on their chest to prop yourself up. You rolled your hips. Very slow at first. You groaned and grimaced, this thick length almost struggling to move through you. Gradually, it got easier for you to move. You could grind forward and back with more ease. Getting used to the girth inside. You started to moan.

Judge had been groaning all the while. Your focus prevented you from noticing it earlier, but their groans finally graced your ears. The groans filled the room. Loud and desperate. You could feel them throbbing more as you rocked on their cock. There was a tightness in your gut.

“Do you like it?” You asked between panting, attempting to pick up the pace. It was sort of hard to. You didn’t have the stamina to do more than this.

Judge couldn’t speak. They nodded and held your waist, helping you to reach the rhythm you wanted. Only a little faster and Judge was so pleased. They grew louder, arching a bit and tightening their hold on your waist. You were more pleased in their reaction than anything else. Reaching down, you rubbed your clit while you bounced on the cock. Panting. Sighing.

There were no thoughts in your head by the end of it. You lost track of how long you two had been going at it. All you can recall is Judge taking you by your waist and holding you in place to buck up wildly into you. You felt the echoes of their hips against yours even now. You were clinging to Judge’s chest. Their cock now out of your pussy. The warm gush of spunk leaking out of you sent shivers of pleasure up your spine.

“Wh… ah…” You couldn’t find your words. Judge was breathless as well, petting your back and clearing their throat. Though they needed a moment to think as well.

“Is that what was holding you back?” Judge asked. You stroked his chest idly. You knew this meant you had to leave. It was nice. You were content. Though you were more reluctant to go now, you would comply. It was what you agreed to, after all. You nodded without a word. Judge understood. You two would lie comfortably together, holding each other, until you were ready to go.

[younmexreaders]

~~ Valus x Reader ~~

Valus Takes Care of You

You get really really sick. In your desperation for help -or death- you accidentally summon a demon named Valus who will help you feel better.

Gender Neutral Reader & Incubus OC | 690 words

Includes:

Demons

Illness

Feeling truly awful

You felt absolutely awful.

You were stuck in bed, unable to do so much as sit up. Your fever had you so hot and light headed that you could barely open your eyes without your head swimming. It was difficult to think of much more than your current state.

Hot. Ow. Ache. Dizzy. Uncomfortable. Can't roll over.

The one coherent thought you could come up with through the blaze of fever was a weak and desperate plea.

"Please... I just need someone to help me."

And, luckily, there was someone to answer your plea. In the dark of your room there was a burst of blue flame. You were too tired to crack your eyes open to it, but you did have the jolt of surprise that made you wince. Your body was so sensitive that the little shock echoed pain on your skin.

You whimpered as a presence moved closer to you, but you couldn't move away.

"Aw, you look dreadful, dear..." A soft, deep voice murmured, careful not to be too loud. You finally forced an eye open, looking up at the sage green face of a demon. A low candle of blue flame sat in the back of his head, his pointed ears lowered in concern. He had no eyes.

"...hmm... who're...?" You attempted before getting interrupted with a terrible fit of coughing. He leaned back, grabbing the tissues from the side of the bed and offering them to you so you could clear out the mucus from your throat.

"Call me Valus. I'm just here to help. Don't worry about a thing." He said.

You whined softly but you didn't reject him nor make any protests. You weren't in any state to refuse help and you needed it dearly. It was going to be a long night if you couldn't get yourself back to sleep eventually.

He helped you sit up so you could drink your water, holding you with ease. You were incredibly dehydrated from how much you were sweating and such. Being forced to mouth breathe didn't really help there either. Earlier, you would debate getting a drink at all because it hurt so much to get up. Without that struggle, it was much easier to keep hydrated.

He brought you ice and cold rags for your fever. Your head was so hot that thinking itself hurt. You had nothing in your head at all so your brain wouldn't burn. The ice and rags helped so much. It eased the burn and you could finally talk to yourself in your head. Your initial thought was on Valus. Where he came from and such, but there was no point to dwelling on it since he had been dutifully helping you without a gripe. You were just thankful he was here. You didn't think a demon would be so caring.

Once it was time to rest, he laid your head on his arm and slotted himself beside you in your bed so he could keep you close to him. Your nose was too stuffed to notice earlier, but in a moment of clarity you noticed how much Valus smelled like roses and sage. It was very pleasant despite how short the ability lasted.

You weren't too sure you wanted to be so close to someone while you were so sick. What if you got him feeling bad too? Then you'd just feel awful emotionally too.

Valus didn't seem to care. He held you close, a gentle hand brushing over your shoulder as you were held.

Occasionally though the night you'd wake up with a start and cough until your head ached. Valus would help you through it. More water, more ice, medicine. He seemed able to grab your things without moving so you could continue to lay comfortably. You wanted to ask how, maybe that could wait until you were better. Unless he somehow vanished as soon as he appeared. It was plausible.

You hoped he'd stick around long enough to thank him. It can't be nice to stick around with you while you were like this. Especially if you were as gross as you felt.

[younmexreaders]

~~ Finis x Reader 18+ ~~

Someone put a hit out on you and you learn that your hitman isn't very willing to kill you. But he's willing to give you a good time.

Fem Reader/Finis OC | 2.8k words

Includes:

Monster with teeth for face

Femdom

Oral sex

Guns

Lots of tongues

Through the silent, corrupted building there was barely a sound. The frantic flutter of a trapped bird’s wings, but nothing more. You rested against a wall while hidden away in the building. You panted, sweat beading on your brow and racing down your face. You didn’t know how long you had been hiding. It felt like forever. Your heart raced in your chest. You flinched at every noise that broke the silence. That monster could be anywhere. Lurking. Looking for you.

Your heart raced in your chest. You flinched at every noise that broke the silence. That monster could be anywhere. Lurking. Looking for you.

You had no idea how he could be so quiet. Surely he had to breathe at some point or something? You peered around the wall and searched the doorways and boxes for any sign of him.

A gunshot shattered the silence and you threw yourself backwards to protect yourself. The bullet glancing off the corner of the wall. It came from somewhere behind you. You slid with your back against the wall down a hall nearby. You tore down spiderwebs with your face as you ducked into one of the many rooms and looked for a way out. The window here was boarded up. You huffed in frustration and tugged on the boards.

The wood groaned against the strain of your effort. You tugged with all your might. Finally, the board came loose and you flung it aside. You tried the next one, prying it and hissing with effort. Another board tossed aside with a loud clatter. You could already feel the breeze and smell the air getting less musty. You needed a moment to breathe the coming fresh air before you could pry more of the wood off. Your hands already hurt.

You felt a presence and you froze.

A gun cocked behind you. You were stiff. Hoping that by staying still you would somehow disappear. Silence took the building once more. His patience grew thin and you could hear one set of teeth clack shut. The other followed after another moment of silence.

“Turn around,” he ordered. You kept your arms tight against your sides. Turning slowly to face the hit man as you were directed. A gun was in your face. A huge set of teeth embedded in a dark gray face met your gaze. You felt a horrid sinking in your gut at the sight of him. He was silent as you two faced each other. He slid open his maws one after the other to reveal a solitary eye resting on a wide tongue. It pierced you with it’s unblinking gaze, the tongue shifting in his mouth as he studied you.

You knew this man by reputation only. Finis. The hand of death. Everything you heard of him told you he was ruthless. Never thinking twice about his marks. You never thought you’d be on this end of his gun. You were once in the organization, delivering marks to him and other assassins. You kept your head down and did your job.

You left… your conscious no longer able to accept all the death you had an indirect hand in. And they couldn’t let you live. It was inevitable they'd send someone to kill you.

You just couldn't believe it'd be him.

“What do you know about the BOTE Project?” He demanded.

“T-the what?”

“You heard me. Tell me everything you know.”

You blinked in surprise and shook your head. You couldn’t begin to grasp what he was talking about. He scrutinized you and grumbled at your lack of an answer. He holstered his gun and grabbed your collar, pressing you up against the wall.

“Tell me. Now.”

You shook your head again, closing your eyes tightly and grabbing his wrist. You were trembling too much to pry his hand off of you.

“There’s no point in disposing of you. Especially if they order it,” Finis’s eye never sat still, rolling and bouncing on his wide tongue, “but if you know nothing then I’ve wasted my time.”

“Y-you’re going to let me live?” You asked in a small voice, furrowing your brow as you tried to keep his gaze.

“I have no reason to kill you. You’re just caught up in this shit like the rest of us.” Finis sighed, dropping you. You landed a little rough and leaned on the wall, watching him as he stepped away from you, massaging his… temple? He was clearly frustrated, closing his inner set of teeth and leaning on the door frame.

“W… what is this “shit” anyways?” You murmured.

“It’s best you stay out of it. Whatever you got close to, they don’t want you getting wise. You will be presumed dead when I return so… stay low and get out of here.” Finis said, waving a hand at you dismissively. You were still shaken, almost too shaken to move. You simply didn’t understand, but your lack of understanding would keep you alive if you would just leave.

Why can’t you leave?

You watched him as he leaned on the door frame, his head down and his jacket straining on his wide shoulders. He rubbed the back of his neck, groaning softly as he tried to figure out his next move. You couldn’t help but watch him, that tremble of fear shaking you as you peered on in silence.

This man was ruthless. A killer with no conscious.

Why would he spare you?

“I… I don’t know where I’d go. My life is here.” You finally stammered. Finis looked over his shoulder at you, teeth open a crack to allow his eye to return your gaze. You felt a jolt go through you. A twinge of fear and concern.

“… I guess I forget how much a life means to most people.”

You furrowed your brow and approached him, placing a hand on his back. You swallowed your fear and gently pat his shoulder. You had so many things you wanted to ask him. And when you left to hide away, you wouldn’t have the chance to ask again. Best case scenario, you’d never see him again at all. You steeled yourself and brushed his jacket smooth.

“How much does life mean to you?”

Finis scoffed and shook his head, pulling away from you.

“Don’t do that.” He said, his voice rough and cold. You flinched, taking your hand back and stepping away. There was an uneasy silence. Neither of them moving. Finis and you both were lost in thought. A conflicting interest between you both.

You were too curious about him just to leave. Everything you heard about this supposed monster was crumbling the longer you stuck around unharmed in his presence. His gentle words in that rough tone. The way his intimidating appearance softened when you were not his enemy. His merciful actions despite his ruthless reputation.

“You… You’re different from the other assassins.” You said. Finis finally turned to face you. His expressions were unreadable. Manipulating the two mouths lined with large teeth into something of a quirked grimace. He didn’t have a response to that, but you had his attention.

You continued, “you’re intimidating, sure, but you have some mercy. That’s more than I’d expect from the other killers.” You kneaded your hands in your pockets. Was this rude? To tell him that he was soft, or at least softer than you’d expected, must have been rude. You knew you should stop talking, but you couldn’t.

"You’re not how I thought you’d be."

"How you were told I’d be," Finis corrected you sharply. He turned his face towards the ground. He was contemplative. Quiet. Almost ashamed. He held out one of his hands. You could see the coarseness of his palms before he clenched his fist.

"I was. Once. Then something broke."

"Having mercy doesn’t mean you’re broken..."

"I'm an animal that won't hunt. A gun that won't kill. In that way, I'm broken."

Your words meant little to him. What you thought didn’t matter. But you wanted him to know that someone somewhere didn’t expect him to be what he didn’t want to be. After all, he was just someone wrapped up in something awful. He didn’t choose to be here either.

“Finis, I don’t think you’re broken.” You said softly. He sighed sharply, shaking his head. You inched your hand up to his face, fighting against the tremble that shook your fingers. Gently, you cupped his jaw, brushing your thumb over his teeth and swallowing hard.

He could feel your trembling. It wasn’t hard to, you were like a leaf in a windstorm. Finis exhaled, his outer teeth slowly shutting and his shoulders drooping. He was reluctant to relax, but your touch melted him and he leaned into your hand. He slid his rough fingers over your hand. Finis was so tired. It took a stranger to show him any form of comfort. As sad as that was, he needed it.

You both stood silently, allowing the moment a chance to breathe.

“Why would you stay?” With both sets of teeth shut, Finis’s voice was barely a whisper.

“I… want to offer some help. For sparing me.” You said, matching his tone. His hesitation spoke more than his words could say. He couldn’t fathom your gentleness. He didn’t deserve your concern. He didn’t deserve anyone’s concern. Or care. Or comfort.

He deserved nothing.

“I don’t want your help.”

“Then how can I show you my gratitude?”

“You don’t have to. All I did was disobey orders. You don’t need to give me any thanks.” Finis shook his head. He stepped away from you, trying to avoid your touch. You lowered your hands, folding them before you.

“You need someone who will stay with you.”

The silence fell over you both again. The only noises beside your breath was the cityscape outside. Cars, distant shouting. Finis and you faced each other. The short distance between you felt like a canyon. Both of you moved slowly, adjusting your weight on your feet as Finis ground his teeth. He had so many questions. You did too. But neither of you wanted to pry any deeper.

No… you both had something different in mind. Something that was nagging at your chests. That was so impulsive and intrusive, but neither of you could fight it any longer.

You and Finis wrapped your fingers together, holding hands and pulling each other closer. It was like a dance, the way you both inched closer until your chests pressed together. His first set of teeth opened. Then the next. His wide open maw big enough to fit your whole face. His eye was focused on you in a way that made you freeze. You were unnerved greatly by the golden iris piercing your soul.

Your hands slowly unraveled from each other, your trailed your fingers up his chest and he held your hips. He had a chain around his neck, hidden by his jacket. You let your mind wander while you looked at it. Part of you wanted to tug on the chain and the other part of you was too entranced to tell you better. You gripped the chain and yanked, pulling Finis down to your level.

He choked out an involuntary groan. He slathered his tongue against your cheek, his hot breath billowing over your face. It was slimy and wet, and the way his tongue pressed into every crevice it found made you shudder. But the disgust was minimal. You wanted his tongue on you. You wanted more.

You kept a tight hold on his chain necklace, hooking your fingers on his deep v-neck collar and tearing through the material. It was surprisingly easy to tear through. It was old and well worn.

His chest was broad, scarred with bullet wounds, and soft. As hard as Finis appeared, he had a slight squish that made him so lovely to touch. You smiled, kissing along his neck and feeling down his stomach.

“Take your clothes off for me.” You purred.

Finis hesitated a small moment before leaning back and pulling everything off. His jacket, the shreds of cloth, pants, everything was tossed aside. You smiled as he took everything off, revealing his toned arms and thick thighs. He had more scars littering his flesh.

“You look delicious…” You eyed him with great interest.

“Let’s see how you look.” He said, throaty and quiet. He grabbed your shirt and tore it off in one smooth movement, dropping it aside and doing the same with the rest of your clothes.

“And?” You smirked.

“Gorgeous.” Finis narrowed his teeth and sucked on your neck. An approximation of a kiss. You tugged on his chain, making him groan and press against you. You forced him against the wall, riding your leg up on his hip. He gripped your thigh, sliding his other hand down to the small of your back to hold you in place.

You rubbed against him. Sliding your pussy against his flaccid piece until it stiffened and stood against you. You panted softly, feathering your lips across his collarbone. You wrapped your free arm around his torso. Finis groaned softly. His breath billowing down on you. He tightened his hold on you and lined his cock up with your entrance, threatening to press inside.

You tugged on his chain and he froze.

“No. Not yet.” You said breathy.

“Then when?”

“When I say so.”

Finis grumbled, but he obeyed. You smirked. Of course he’d be rather good at following orders. But you expected he’d push back against you a little harder. No matter. A lack of resistance will lead to a much smoother evening. You pulled him along to the sealed boxes of discarded materials, picking his jacket off the floor and setting it on the surface to you could sit a little more comfortably.

You crossed one leg over and smiled up at him.

“Kneel.” You ordered.

Finis did so, lowering to his knees before you.

The dusk light filtered through the window, casting an orange glow over you both while illuminating the billowing dust. You looked divine in your position above him. The lighting gave you an ethereal glow, enhancing the playful glittering in your eyes. Finis could barely take his eye off of you.

“Gorgeous…” He muttered softly, his hands traveling up your legs and kneading your thighs. You raised a brow at him and tilted your head.

“You know you need to wait.”

“There’s no point in waiting. I need you.” Finis whined, refusing to pull away from you. His fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you closer to him. “Let me have you.”

“You’re so impatient.” You giggled softly and uncrossed your legs, allowing him access to your slit. Finis rolled his eye into his cheek for safe keeping and dragged his tongue along your slit. It was too wide and thick to dig into you, despite all it’s efforts. He dug at you with his wet muscle, growling at himself for his inability to drink you in.

“So very impatient.” You murmured between moans. You gripped his chain tightly and rested a hand on his head. His lapping was so desperate. As if he was trying to reach the gooey center of a piece of candy. He thought you tasted just as sweet too.

Finis started tracing up your torso, licking you until he reached your face. He had no lips for you to meet and your need to find them made you dance your lips over his tongue as if you might find them. He propped his knee up on the box and slid his hand down your stomach, petting your moistened slit.

His thick, rough fingers pressed against your sensitive little nub, circling it slowly and hanging his tongue in your face. You kissed the wet muscle without another thought. His circling fingers wound your coil, the hot, moist breath billowing over your face drove your need further.

You grazed your fingers along his broad chest and his soft stomach, tracing down to his cock and rubbing it slowly. Your hands worked in sync, massaging each other as your heavy, lustful breaths filled the silence of the room. Finis rolled his hips, grinding against your hand. Pre-cum leaked from his needy cock, coating your hand. You stroked him faster, driven by the tightening coil within your stomach. You made lascivious noises, trying to press yourself closer to him as your hands worked each other over. The heat rose between you, your eyes winding shut as you bucked your hips into his hand. The groans grew louder until you both grunted sharply in climax. His cum coated your hand and thighs, quickly cooling on your skin. Your hips slowed until still and his hand pulled away from your dripping slit.

Your panting filled the room, using your clean hand to push your hair out of your face.

"Alright... don't say a word about this." You muttered, cleaning yourself up and pulling your clothes back on. Finis nodded, clothing himself as well and turning to leave.

"Not a word." He agreed, leaving quickly and silently. Hopefully he would buy you some time so you could get out of the city. But you wouldn't forget the encounter for a long time.

[younmexreaders]

~~ Addisons & Reader ~~

A Day at the Color Cafe

You decide to see what the buzz is about at the Color Cafe and meet a group of Addisons there for their break. They seem real friendly!

Gender Neutral Reader & Addisons | 2.1k words

Includes:

No warnings

You were drawn in by the colors and the sound of people enjoying themselves beyond the windows and open entryway. A gentle bird was standing at the counter. They greeted you with a short bow and pushed their multicolored glasses back up their beak as they offered a soft smile.

“Welcome to the Color Cafe,” They hummed in a low tone that comforted you, “let us warm your day.” The cafe was warm and smelled like sweetened coffee. You moved further inside out of curiosity. The bird had a crisp suit on that you can see better now that they have stepped out from behind the counter to offer you a hand. You have not seen this place before and it must be a bit obvious you were unsure what to do.

“Allow me to assist you, young master. I am Swatch. I am happy to assist you.” Swatch introduced himself cordially as he brought you to a seat at the bar a few seats away from a couple other patrons. You sat at the bar and folded your hands. Other bird-like beings wandered in the background, taking meals to tables and cleaning things. They were all very muscular and dressed in crisp suits. One took Swatch’s place at the front counter so Swatch could join you in the dining area and make your first time visiting enjoyable.

“We have plenty of delicious treats to choose from. I recommend macaroons, personally. But we make everything to perfection.” He gave you a moment to think while he attended to the other customers. A table of colorful people sat behind you and a pair of cyan men sat on the far side of the bar. You were left to yourself for a moment to view a menu and decide what you might like. Though the lively conversation behind you made it hard to focus.

They were laughing together about deals and sales. They were enjoying themselves and their fun was somewhat contagious. It made you feel nice to be around them. Knowing that people are having a good time uplifts your spirits. You scanned over the menu finding it hard to choose what you wanted. It all sounded so good.

You hummed and quirked your head each way while deciding. It must have been noticeable as Swatch returned soon after and caught your attention.

“Why don’t we start with a drink, young master. We have many things to choose from. Butler Juice is our specialty if you’d like a taste.” Swatch offered.

“They have a great selection of teas too. Provided by yours truly~” A person from the table behind you chimed in, sounding very proud of themselves. You glanced over your shoulder at them curiously.

“If you’re looking for suggestions, absolutely the Own-Flavored Tea.” They agreed with each other and chattered again. Swatch softly sighed, but he made no other indication of his annoyance. You weren’t sure which you preferred. Tea is nice, but the Butler Juice was a curiosity you couldn’t pass up.

“We haven’t seen you around before. Are you new here?”

“I believe this is their first visit to the cafe. I never forget one of our lovely patrons.” You nodded in agreement with Swatch. There was a small moment of conversation between the colorful people before they opened their arms to you. A welcome to the new Lightener. You were surprised at first, blinking in disbelief at them.

“C’mon! We’ll take care of your tab tonight. Try whatever you want!”

“I’m Blue. This is Yellow, Pink, and Orange.” Blue said as he moved aside to give you room to sit with them. You took a seat with them, learning that they’re Addisons and they were all the owners of the stores in Cyber City. They had interesting things to say, but Swatch was still at the table waiting for your drink order.

“How about one of each, huh? A tea and a juice.” Yellow beamed.

“Please.” Pink added after him. Swatch took a note and gave you a nod before he left to get your drinks. You weren’t sure you wanted two drinks, but it was nice of the Addisons to treat you. It made you feel nice and welcome. Being a Lightener in the Dark World made you wonder if they would even want you around. But they were so nice.

The Addisons had many fun stories to tell about customers they had seen and time they had together. You listened to the stories intently. They had met so many interesting people and they seemed to be such good friends. You were glad to be included.

Swatch came back with your drinks and left them on the table for you. Before he could even ask what you might want to eat, the Addisons made their orders and offered to share all their different treats and meals with you. Swatch did hang back for a moment to make sure that’s what you wanted. You let him know that you were okay with it and he hurried off to get all of those for you.

“Try the tea! The flavor is based on you. That’s why it’s “Own-Flavored” hahah.” Pink was practically sparkling. The tea was pretty tasty. A light, floral taste with a hint of mint. You enjoyed it, but it wasn’t anything to write home about. The Butler Juice was really good, though. It was some indescribable mixture of juices you couldn’t quite pinpoint, but you could tell it was lovingly made. The care taken to make it was palpable. You downed the Butler Juice in no time. Pink was a little hurt. Orange comforted Pink by patting his shoulder. Blue and Yellow breathed short laughs. They decided to hop topics before Pink could sink too much in the rejection.

“Have you had a chance to explore the city yet?” Blue asked. You shook your head and sipped at the remaining tea. The group all clamored some comments on the city. They were fond of the place and couldn’t believe you hadn’t checked it out first.

“We can show you around on our way back to work, if you want.” Orange said. 

“Or you can ask Swatch,” Blue hummed, “I think he could use a moment away from the cafe.”

“Or a Swatchling might! No reason they couldn’t give you a quick tour.” Yellow added excitedly. They tried to flag one down but Orange grabbed his wrist and put his hand down, shaking his head.

“Queen might need Swatch while he’s out, he probably wouldn’t be keen on stepping away.” Pink muttered.

“Our Lady Grace is preoccupied today. I believe I am free if the young master would like a tour.” Swatch said as he placed all their food down on the table and curtly bowed, adjusting his glasses once more. You were a little nervous at the prospect. You didn’t really want to get in anyone’s way. They reassured you that you weren’t bothering any of them with Swatch making a professional statement about serving you, aiding with whatever you might need.

If the Addisons were going back to work anyway, walking with them made the most sense. If you want to see beyond the city proper and around the castle, you should go with Swatch. You needed some time to make a decision. Luckily, now that the food was here, you could focus on that for a little bit. Everything smelled very fresh. It looked like a treasure trove of glistening jewels. The butter in mid-melt on the bread, the jam in some of the pastries was thick and full of fruit chunks, the pasta was… ribbons? Your mouth was watering either way.

Swatch didn’t step away this time. He decided to engage in conversation with the Addisons, sticking around for your decision. You notice that the other two patrons had left and it was just your table in the cafe. Slow night, maybe?

Everyone dug into the food, taking macaroons and helpings of spaghetti onto their plates so everyone had a chance to eat a bit of everything. It was a wonder! You loved everything you tried! The butlers put their all into this and you could easily tell. You were making many noises of delight that made Swatch grin and the Addisons laugh. It was still so lively. Swatch was also enjoying himself, a fact the Addisons liked to note as if it were a new thing. You went along with it, glad that everyone was having fun.

“We better hurry or we’ll be late.” Orange said, packing their things into a satchel. The others were a little upset they had to leave, but they gathered their things and climbed out of the booth.

“It was nice meeting ya!” Yellow cheered.

“Did you decide if you wanted to come with us?” Blue asked. You climbed out of the booth. You hadn’t made up your mind yet. You told them you needed another moment, but you knew you didn’t have much time. The Addisons paid off their tab while you and Swatch headed to the door.

“No matter your choice, young master, you can always visit the cafe again. I can show you the castle now or when you return. There is no rush.” Swatch said, tidying the front counter. You thought about that and smiled. It helped you make your decision. The Addisons met you and Swatch at the door to Color Cafe and you told them your decision. You would go with them tonight and return to the cafe another time. This way you get to spend time with both of them. They find your decision amusing and agree, sweeping you out the door with their group. You give a hasty farewell to Swatch as you leave.

“I’ll be waiting for you with rose-tinted glasses.” He chuckled after you.

The Addisons led you out of the castle and towards the main street of Cyber City. There were a lot of people walking along the streets. All of them were interesting looking. A syringe faced person chased down an angular little imp that appeared to be floating rather than running away from them. A low and constant rush of cars rumbled in the distance. The traffic in the city never stopped.

“Here’s my store.” Yellow trotted ahead to his darkened storefront, the windows and sign lighting up as he took his place and waved to you and the Addisons, “this street is pretty out of the way, so you might not see me unless we hit the cafe again. Until then, see ya!” Yellow split off from the group and you waved at him as the group walked away. The street was definitely off an odd turn that would make it hard to find Yellow’s store. You hoped you wouldn’t forget he was here. 

“Ah, mine is up next. It isn’t the most interesting store, but I have a lot of time to visit.” Orange was the next one to split off, taking his spot at his advertisement stand selling advertisements. The sign overhead flared to life and he wore the most customer service smile you had seen. You could assume selling advertisements was more of an internal business. People outside the Addisons would probably not need them.

“Oh! Wait here! Don’t run off yet!” Pink ran off to the tea shop and started brewing new tea for the night. He offered you more samples of the tea, this time offering flavors of the Addisons so you could see what else the tea had to offer. They smelled vastly different compared to the somewhat mediocre tea your own flavor had. It made it easier to accept the samples which made Pink very happy. He gave you a very excited farewell.

Blue walked the rest of the way with you, ending the tour at his storefront. A set of little mannequins wearing dresses sat behind the glass doors behind Blue and he unlocked the doors before turning to you.

“I suppose our tour ends here. It’s a good place. People are nice here and Queen is pretty tolerable, all things considered. It was really nice meeting you.” Blue smiled, stepping into the store. The city was already beginning to twinkle and shine as it hit peak internet hours. You hadn’t realized how long you were in the cafe. You met so many nice people. You were excited to see what else the city might have to offer. It made you excited for your tour with Swatch. Perhaps you’d get back to the castle to get it started right away. 

You wandered back to the castle with an excited bounce in your step. It was a nice day. You were glad you decided to visit the Color Cafe.

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ FORBIDDEN LOVE ~ PROMPTS about showing love without confessing

requested by: anonymous request: forbidden love prompts? where you can never say explicitly what you want for fear of being rejected or caught

Feel free to use and reblog!

always making sure the other is safe

being happy when someone else is doing something nice for the other because it would be suspicious if they were the only one constantly showering the other with affection

making an effort to tease them regularly because in no way could that be suspicious

"You look very... alright, I guess."

trying to keep their distance because they can't trust themselves not to confess their feelings

"Really? You thought about me? I... I thought about you, too."

"Nooo, I would never date a friend/enemy. Of course, there are no exceptions." *blushes heavily*

trying to tell themselves that there are no romantic feelings involved

A: "Would you like to hang out on Sunday?" B: "Sure! It's a date!" A: "What? Like a 'date' date?" B: "What?" A: "What?"

A: "Don't be upset! Don't listen to them! You're the most special person!" B: "You really think that? You think I'm special?" A: *blushes heavily*

A: "I love spending time with you. That doesn't mean I have a crush on you." B: "Good. I never thought that."

testing the waters by casually dropping how romantic some of the things are the other does

A: "My dream partner would have to have [this trait] and [that trait]." B: "Haha. This sounds just like me! I would be your perfect partner. Isn't that funny?"

being torn between wanting to get rid of their feelings for the other and wanting to nurture the feelings in a hopeless, masochistic way

"I think we met for a reason."

C: "You never shut up about B." A: "That's because they annoy me so much."

being extremely happy when the other seeks their company

trying to act cool and casual but getting more awkward and nervous in the course

B: "You don't need to pretend that you like me. I know you hate me." A: "I'm sorry, what? I don't hate you. Quite contrary!"

making up endless scenarios about how they would confess their love, knowing they'll never do it anyway

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~~ Makonoid x Reader ~~

Makonoid and Reader Become Friends

You head out to explore a mostly abandoned reactor and find that they're making monsters there! Eeek! You leave but something follows you and wants to be your friend.

Gender Neutral Reader & Shiku the Makonoid | 1.2k words

Includes:

Shinra's usual bullshit

Platonic Stalking? He follows you home

Shinra was an evil, monotone building standing tall above the slow river of blue-blooded humans. Simply surviving was a task civilians struggled to achieve. Shinra created so many abominations unto nature that it was hard to keep track of them all. They often times just hid their creations away in the mountains, for the poor people of Nibelheim to stumble upon. You were one of those poor people.

While hiking in the mountains near the reactor, resting at the manor since you knew exactly where to break into, you decided to visit the tall, stone grey, metallic death chamber and see what treasures you could find. You brought bolt clippers with you, whistling a jaunty tune without a care and breaking the chain on the door. You slipped inside, looking around the eerily brightened place, quieting your song.

Bright blues danced on the walls like the shine of a swimming pool, mako streamed below your feet making use of the name "lifestream". You looked around for any shiny things you could salvage for money. Strange tubes filled with mako lined the stairs up to the door leading to the inner reactor. You peered into the tube.

Is there anything actually in there...? You asked yourself. You wiped the dust off the glass and hummed, stepping back when you couldn't find anything.

"This place is surprisingly clean..." You hummed.

The sharp sound of steam releasing startled you into a jump. You hid behind the tubes, glancing over the glass to the tube that was falling open, holding a weird, humanoid form as it slept. You waited many moments, slowly standing.

The creature was asleep, its jaw was exposed with teeth sharp enough to tear meat right off the bone. His claws and body were a beautiful shade of blue, his calfs changing to an odd goldfish orange. He blinked awake, slowly rising and rubbing his eyes.

Aww~

He got to his feet and started jittering energetically. He acted like he had just ingested 400lbs of pure caffeine. He looked around the room, racing to the other tubes and tapping on the glass, hissing growls exiting his teeth questioningly. You forgot that you were standing, tilting your head as he focused on you.

He tilted his head back.

"Uh... hi." You muttered. He ran up to you, startling you onto your ass. He snickered in his weird voice, pulling you back to your feet. Still holding your arm, he twisted you around, studying you and prodding your soft fleshy sides.

"Ow! Hey, quit it!" You whined.

"Hhh..." He hissed. He let go of you and returned to the tubes, tapping the glass, annoyed.

"What? Do you want to wake them up?" You asked. He glanced at you, then to the tube, tapping. You went to the tube and knelt by the side, checking for any switches or buttons to open it. Seems there was none.

"Sorry, dude." You shrugged and stood back. He growled, hitting the glass now. "Hitting it isn't going to help, maybe it releases when you're ready and not forcefully?" That seemed to get through to him, he sat beside the tube and folded his legs to his chest, almost vibrating with all the energy he had.

"You should probably expend that energy." You suggested. He looked up at you, letting a hiss and shaking his head.

"Alright, bye then." You turned to leave. A sudden and large weight snagged your leg, tripping you. You yelped as you fell, landing on your face.

"Fuck, why!?" You glared at your leg. He was hanging onto you, whining.

"What do you want from me?"

"Grrurr...."

"Speak English!" You barked, frustrated. He flinched and let you go, retreating aside like a wounded animal. You rolled your eyes and left the reactor as quickly as your feet would take you. The creature watched you from the door, twitching.

"Grrurr....?"

You haven't returned to the reactor since, nor have you seen of the odd humanoid. The citizens of Nibelheim continued to travel up the same mountain but they haven't seen the creature either. At least no one you asked did.

You were strangely curious what happened to it, gathering your things to head back to the reactor. There was a knock at your door.

"Right now? Uh... Okay." You went to answer it. You stared at the blue scales of someone familiar.

"Reactor dude?" You wondered, craning your neck in order to look at him.

"Shiku." He answered, somewhat stilted.

"You can talk now?" You hummed.

"Learned... Why leave?" He asked you, upset. You sighed and leaned on the doorframe.

"Because I have a home?" You huffed. He frowned, stepping inside your home. You growled, trying to appear dominant despite your obvious lack of height. "Hey! I didn't say you could come in. Out, out, out!" You barked, pushing his shoulders. Shiku whined, totally confused why you were being so aggressive.

"But I...!" He started as the door slammed.

"Fucking animal..." You growled. He bellowed at the door, clawing the wood helplessly. You covered your ears, trying to block him out.

But it kinda hurt. Not your ears, but it stung inside. He had no one, his family is still undeveloped, so you're all he has. You groaned and opened the ragged door. Shiku lowered his claws, splintered wood still trapped in them.

"Friend...?" He mewed. You allowed him into your home. He sprinted inside, looking into everything and scattering pillows.

"Calm down, Shiku." You muttered.

"Friend has nice nest." He hummed, putting everything back in its place and crouching by the potted plants. You sat on your couch and watched him study your home. Shiku made himself as small as possible.

"Friend is angry..."

"You noticed?" You sarcastically shot back. He nodded, laying his head on the couch beside you. He studied you closely, pushing himself up onto the seat and sitting beside you.

"Friend Lonely?"

"What makes you think that?" You wondered. He sniffed the air, picking up a picture from the side table. It was one of your family in Wutai, the ceremonial garments were brightly colored. He could tell that those humans don't live there if they did there would be more scents.

"Only you in nest."

"Brilliant deduction. What do you want?" You returned to the initial question at hand.

"Alone too."

"Well you aren't staying here, you're leaving as soon as I can get you out." You folded your arms, glaring at him. Shiku snorted at you, nudging your shoulder with his cheek.

"Friend mean..." He sighed, laying his head on your lap. You stiffened, watching him suspiciously. He stared back at you. He had no intention other than resting his horned head. The horns prodded your legs uncomfortably, his breath hissing over his teeth. His eyes flickered over your face, hands folded together calmly. His energy has subdued this meeting. He wasn't jittery this time, you wondered if that was just a "first-day" thing. Your hesitant hand graced his horns softly.

"What are you doing, Shiku?" You sighed. He tilted his head slightly.

"Doing?"

"You keep acting like a sad puppy." You giggled softly. He closed his eyes and tapped his claw to your temple.

"Friend lonely. Angry. Shiku help." He folded his hands back together. "Friend help too." He rolled onto his side, letting an arm hang off the side of the couch. He started snoring, breathing calmly and keeping you warm. You sighed and shook your head.

"Fine, friend will help."