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Shadows of a Silver Serpent 🐍〔Loki Laufeyson bounty hunter x Female reader〕

Hello again my lovies! I wanted to give thanks again to everyone who is liking this series, yall are awesome!! I love you all!! Here is part 3 to this story. As I said before in the previous story's, there won't be any changes to the storyline yet, the warnings are subject to change however. Thank you lovies for all your love and support, yall are amazing! Love yall! Enjoy! :3

Here are the links to the first and second part lovies: Shadows of a Silver Serpent Pt. 1 / Shadows of a Silver Serpent Pt. 2

Storyline (18+): Turns out New York City wasn't as safe as you thought it was when you moved there a few months ago. You eventually get caught up in a dangerous situation but are later saved by a bounty hunter (Loki Laufeyson). Although, something about you drew him in closer. It later becomes apparent that you are marked by the Xalvakar clan (alien race) to be the next breeding slave for the clans Vythar (king in a sense). Loki's guild orders him to kill you because they didn't want that alien race to procreate any more, due to their dangerous nature here on Earth. Other guilds have other plans in mind, wanting to kidnap you as a bargaining chip. While others want you simply because you are claimed as a breeding slave, to be used sexually and for their own pleasure. It is a crazy world that you live in. Will Loki live up to the task to keep you safe? Will he give in to his orders and kill you within seconds? Or will the cocky bounty hunter fall in love with you in the coming days. 【Storyline is subject to change, not set in stone】

Warnings: mentions of a boner, forceful grasping (nothing too graphic), cursing, mention of blood, etc. Viewer Discretion somewhat advised.

🗡Living Between Two Worlds 🌎 Pt. 3

Morning came quicker than usual, the sun shining along the tall buildings of New York City. A new day, and a new awakening for many of the citizens of the city. For you however, it was just the beginning of a long and treacherous road.

“Ah, damn” Loki groaned as he shut off his alarm from his phone, sitting up from his bed to prepare himself for the day. It was to be a long one because in a couple of hours, his boss, Vixen, was going to come over to discuss the next steps in what should happen to you. He was hoping that she would allow for you to go home because those pheromones that you constantly released drove him over the edge.

A deep sigh escaped Loki’s lips as he slipped out of the bed covers and slowly walked to his bathroom, pushing open the curtains to his shower and turning on the hot water. Once it was at a suitable temperature for him, he turned on the shower head and stripped himself of his pajamas. Quickly stepping in while shutting the curtains behind him, he allowed for the hot water to drip down his bruised body.

“Mmm” he hummed softly, grabbing the bar of soap he had on a tray and began to wash his body with it. As he rubbed the soap along his body, his mind kept drifting to what he had done to you last night. He felt hungry, he wanted to taste every inch of you….wanted to hear your moans and fill your womb with his hot seed.

“Ah” he gasped a bit, dropping the soap onto the bathtub floor. “What the hell?” he breathed out in utter disbelief at how he could think of such things. As he snapped out of this trance, he bent over to grab the soap, his eyes widening at his erect friend pointing straight in the air.

"Fuck..." The word escaped him, breathless with disbelief. He swallowed hard, shaking his head. "She has to go. I can't have her near me. If she stays... I swear, I'll lose my mind."

“Mmm” a soft groan escaped your lips as you rubbed your eyes, seeing that it was morning. “Hmmm, man I kind of want to take a shower?” you groaned as you pushed yourself up from the bed, only then noticing the blanket draped over you.“Oh, how thoughtful of him to lay a blanket on me” You chuckled, getting out of bed and then proceeded towards the bedroom door to ask this ‘Loki’ if he had spare clothes to wear and a towel you could use to dry yourself after a nice hot shower.

The minute you opened the door, you were startled by Loki’s glorious form right in front of you. “Jesus, at least knock!”

“Hmphm, at least give me a chance to knock since you opened your door abruptly” Loki cockily spoke as he crossed his arms.

“Well, since you are here, I was going to ask if you by any chance have any spare clothes I could wear for now and a towel, because I want to take a quick shower.”

“Oh, sure, I think I got some spare pajamas that’ll fit you” he straightened his posture and gestured for you to follow him into his room.

Following after him, you entered his somewhat bleak room. It was absent of color, life, and a woman’s touch to be honest. “Hmm, your room is quite interesting Loki.”

“I don’t know whether that was sarcasm or you being thoughtful of my plain room” Loki chuckled as he grabbed a simple black t-shirt and red checkered pajama pants.

“Well I wasn’t trying to be sarcastic, it’s just your room is missing some life and color in it.” “I would honestly feel like I’m in a nuthouse if I lived in this room” you chuckled, your eyes widening at the sight of such a beautiful green clock with the symbol of a serpent on it just laying on his lounging chair. “Wow, okay, I take that back, this cloak is so fricken cool” you smiled, intrigued by such craftsmanship.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t be touching things that aren’t yours” Loki huffed, straightening to his original height and closed his clothing drawer. “Here, I got some clothes for you and there are already towels for you in the bathroom.”

“I wasn’t going to be disrespectful and touch your things Loki.” “Well, anyways, thank you for the spare clothes” you smiled, grabbing the clothing he had given you and then exited his bedroom.

As you left, another sigh escaped his lips, a faint mist curling into the air—cold, almost unnatural. He didn’t notice. He never did. Instead, he pushed off the doorframe and stepped out of his bedroom, heading downstairs. His focus was on his phone, checking for a message from his boss about when she’d be coming over to discuss the plans for you.

After your shower, you proceeded down the stairs, noticing Loki sitting by his desk and typing away at his computer. “Are you always going to be on that computer?” “Take a break at least.”

“You hungry?” he questioned, ignoring your questions and concerns.

“I mean, I don’t usually eat this early in the morning, but I would love for you to cook for me?” You smiled with a shrug.

“You, not eating in the morning? That’s not healthy” he mocked you a bit, turning around in his chair to face you.

“Hey don’t mock me!” you growled.

“Well then don’t assume that I am always on the computer.”

“I wasn’t assuming, I was trying to be nice and…oh forget it” you rolled your eyes. “Don’t worry about making me anything, I’ll figure out what to cook myself when I go to your fridge” you turned around and walked over to the stairs that lead downstairs.

Loki let out a slow, exasperated breath, not understanding why you were so emotional. But, it was to be expected because human females were always emotional. After all, it was in their biology. “Come now, darling, I asked if you were hungry, which means that I will be cooking you breakfast” he chuckled, standing from his chair and again appearing in front of you out of nowhere.

“Oh my gosh, stop doing that!” you jumped at his sudden appearance in front of you.

“I know, but I enjoy seeing you startled by my appearance” he laughed, making his way down the stairs and towards his kitchen.

You shook your head at him, following directly after him and entered his interestingly well set up kitchen. “My, you must really like cooking.”

Loki let out a soft chuckle as he grabbed the eggs and bacon from his fridge. “Well, I wouldn't want to be cooking with inadequate cookware.”

“Hmm I agree, but sometimes using pots and pans from your local Walmart or dollar store can really enhance the flavor of certain foods” you giggled, leaning over the island that was in the middle of the kitchen.

“Ah yes, those stores, quite the experience I had when I went to them” Loki smiled, grabbing one of the pans that was hanging above him, washing it carefully and then placing it on the stove. Once the pan was on the stove, he turned on the gas, allowing for the flame to begin to heat the leftover water.

“I'm curious, since you're an alien from another world, do you eat human food? Or does the guild that you belong to provide you with your…well alien food?” You questioned curiously.

Loki tilted his head a bit after your question, “What, do you think that I can't handle human food?”

“Well, no I was just simply asking because most of our foods is highly processed, filled with lots of fats and….possibly a lot of chemicals that could potentially kill us in the next few years” you shrugged, straightening your posture, and then walking around the island to stand next to him.

“Oh a farmers market, that's fancy” you nodded, quite impressed that as an alien bounty hunter he would go to such places that any normal human would.

“Oh yes, I forgot about that” he sighed softly, grabbing a small rounded butter holder that was beside the stove and using a spoon to scoop up some butter for the pan. “I try to go to the local farmers market to get certain foods and produce, but when I can't, I occasionally go to the supermarket.”

“Yes, but sometimes they got good deals” he admitted, grabbing the holder of the pan and maneuvering it so the butter could evenly spread. “I do miss the food from my home world….so…I do sometimes request my guild to send an aircraft to my planet simply for the food.” “But asking for that request can be costly.”

“That's a shame, but I'm sure you get paid well if you can afford all of this and a house here in the city” you raised your brows, grabbing the carton of eggs and opening it for him.

“You're quite observant darling” Loki teased, grabbing two eggs from the carton you opened and cracking them in the pan.

“I can be handy” you teased right back, closing the carton of eggs and walking behind him and towards the fridge. As you opened the fridge door, a soft aroma blew into the air and wafted towards Loki's direction.

Loki's eyes widened at the strong and delicious scent that he breathed in. “Ah” he breathed heavily, turning his gaze towards you, his fangs protruding out of his mouth. ��No..no…no..” he gulped, shaking his head as he tried to concentrate on cooking your eggs.

“Mmm, bacon and eggs in the morning, haven't had that in a while” you smiled, closing the fridge door and approaching beside him, not noticing the way he was fidgeting.

“Y-Yeah….a well balanced breakfast” he managed to slip a few words past his lips while struggling to keep his composure.

“You alright Loki?” You question, mistakenly placing your hand on his back.

Within a flash, Loki turned around, grasping you by your hips and pulling you in close. “Ah…ah…your scent is…..intoxicating y/n…” He groaned hungrily, his fangs already protruding, fully bared for you to see—sharp, gleaming, and eager. His eyes, once lighter, darkened into an abyss of desire, the intoxicating aroma you released pulling him deeper into his primal hunger.

“Loki…..what……let go!” You gasped, a deep blush forming across your cheeks as you tried to pry his hands off you.

“Ah, I want to taste your flesh…” he licked his lips sensually, slowly leaning in close to your face.

With quick movements, you slapped the living daylights out of him, causing him to revert back to his normal self.

“What…..oh shit….I'm sorry I-” Loki covered his mouth, pulling away from you as he tried to regain his composure.

“I'm…I'm just going to go upstairs and get my phone…and ignore what just happened” you said with disgust laced in your voice, walking past him and heading upstairs.

As Loki stood there, he turned to face the stove, flipping your eggs to make sure that it didn't burn. “What the hell are you doing Loki, compose yourself” He murmured underneath his breath. It was bad enough that you were constantly releasing pheromones but for him to act out like that was no excuse.

“Ah” you blushed deeply, grabbing your phone from the guest bedroom and proceeding downstairs to the living room. You had no idea what came over him to just grab you like that…it irked you…but…deep down…you felt…a warmth.

Shortly after, Loki came strolling up the stairs with a beautiful tray full of breakfast. “Here you are y/n” he smiled softly, placing the tray gently on the coffee table.

Putting your phone beside you, you glanced down at the tray, your eyes widening at the sight before you. On the tray, it had the two wonderfully cooked eggs, along with five pieces of crispy bacon. Next to it, it had a warm cup of green tea and a small cup with a beautiful rose in it. “Oh wow, thank you Loki.”

“I wanted to apologize for my sudden outburst, it was not proper of me” He cleared his throat, adjusting his bounty hunter attire and walking over to his desk, not wanting to be any closer to you to not trigger another one of his outbursts.

“That’s okay Loki, at least you made it up to me with breakfast” you chuckled, trying to liven up the mood a bit.

After you finished your breakfast, you lounged on the couch, watching a movie on your phone to pass the time.

Loki on the other hand, was typing away at his computer, trying to get a head start on the next potential bounties that his guild had placed up. Yet, the sudden ring of a doorbell broke the silence between you two. “Oh that must be my boss” he groaned, standing up from his chair and heading down the stairs towards the front door.

“Well hello Vixen, long time no-”

“Shut up Loki, where is she?” A tall woman with dark skin spoke hastily as she pushed past him to head up the stairs.

“Make yourself at home boss” Loki rolled his eyes in annoyance at the lack of respect she had, but it was to be expected.

“Loki” James smiled as he bumped fists with him.

“Good to see you James, I’m glad to see that someone has manners.”

“Ooo no comment on that” James laughed as he entered Loki’s home and proceeded upstairs.

Sitting up from the couch, your eyes landed on a tall dark woman coming up the stairs and facing you. “Uh, hello?” you smiled softly.

“Ah, you must be the girl that Loki was referring to.” “Nice to meet you, sweetheart, I am Vixen” Vixen smiled as she approached you, sitting down beside you to get a closer look at what she was working with.

“Nice to meet you Vixen, I’m y/n.”

Vixen smiled as she lifted her hand and grabbed the back of your neck, her eyes changing to a soft pink color. “Hmmm, my, you are very saturated with pheromones.”

“Ah, c-can you not grab me like that….please?” You blushed, trying to pull away from her grasp but it was quite strong, was she an alien too?

“James!” Vixen shouted.

“I’m coming boss, don’t get your panties in a knot” James sighed as he came up the stairs and walked over to her.

Loki headed up the stairs as well, and then noticed your discomfort. “Vixen, do you have to be so forceful?”

“I am not being forceful Loki, I am simply doing my job in analyzing this girl’s pheromones and deciding what should become of her.”

“What? Are you going to kill me?” you panicked, pushing her away from you and standing on your two feet.

“It depends on what my final analysis says” Vixen sighed at the way you pulled away from her. “James, can I have the apparatus please?”

Quickly as he could, James rummaged through his bookbag, pulling out the small needle that was connected to a decently sized apparatus. “There you are,” he said as he handed it to her.

Grabbing the apparatus, Vixen stood onto her two feet and walked over to you, “Now sweetheart, I need one of your fingers.” “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”

“Uh, listen, can I just go home please, I really want to get back to my life and-” you instantly went quiet when this ‘Vixen’ grabbed your right hand without your consent and pricked your index finger. “So you just grab one of my fingers without my consent huh?”

“Well if you would’ve cooperated with me, instead of asking a million questions, then maybe I could’ve asked for your consent sweetheart” Vixen smiled.

A deep annoyed sigh escaped your lips, pulling your hand close to your chest once Vixen finished with pricking your finger. “I was asking questions because it pertains to my life.”

“Hmm, that is true sweetheart, but….in a few seconds….we shall…determine what will-” Vixen bite the bottom of her lip at the sight of the results that appeared across the screen of the apparatus. “Loki, kill her.”

“What! No, no, no, wait a minute!” You gasped, stepping away from her and grabbing the closest object near you to use as defense.

Loki's eyes widened at this sudden information, “Wait what?” He quickly approached his boss and snatched the apparatus from her hands. When he glanced down at the screen, his heart sank at the results. “Oh fuck” he handed Vixen back the apparatus and made a dagger appear out of thin air.

“Loki please, wait a second!” You gasped, shutting your eyes when he slapped the object you were holding out of your hands, pushed you against a wall, and held his sharp dagger against your neck.

“I'm sorry y/n, but I have my orders” he spoke with sadness laced in his voice. He didn't want to kill you, it went against his beliefs and training of not bringing harm to any human being. But, the real reason was because….something deep down within him….was falling hard for you.

“Are the results that bad?” James spoke with curiosity, walking over to Vixen to see the results and raised a brow. “Damn, she's an Omega Lineage Carrier.”

“Yes, that is exactly why we can't have her roaming free” Vixen handed James the apparatus and pulled out her cigarette holder and lighter.

“What if we use her as bait though?” “She could potentially lead us to the hive mind, making it easier for Loki to wipe them out in one fail swoop” James proposed.

“Yeah I could do that, if it means that you'll let me live” you worriedly spoke, opening up your eyes and stared deep into Loki’s eyes. Something about his eyes made you melt, causing another wave of pheromones to be released from your body.

“Ah” Loki groaned softly, the aroma wafting into his nose again, his fangs becoming sharper within an instant. "If we're keeping her, you'll have to figure out how to control the release of her pheromones."

Loki, within the second, pulled away from you, making his dagger disappear. “Understood boss” he nodded, walking away from you to calm himself down before he went ravenous on your body. He was a bit relieved however that his boss was going to allow you to live, but it was going to be a long road for you both now that you are going to be working for the guild.

“Hmmm” Vixen hummed while thinking about what James proposed, slowly taking a cigarette out of her holder, putting it away, and then lighting the end of the bud.

"Well, she could be useful……after all, an Omega Lineage Carrier could help us find all of the unwanted hive nests here in the city” Vixen blew smoke into the air.

“Dammit, I wanted the easier way out, but now I have a ton of paperwork to go through.” “Consider yourself lucky miss y/n, you're going to be working for us now.”

“Loki bring her up to speed on what she needs to do and make sure she has a separate account on your computer so we can transfer her funds.”

“James, can you give miss y/n over here the collar” Vixen ordered as she sat down on the couch and pulled over a little tray to her that had some keys in it. Taking the keys out and placing it on the side, she tapped her cigarette, some of the ash falling into the tray.

“On it boss” James nodded as he grabbed this aptly sized collar from his book bag and casually walked over to you. “Don't worry darling, I'll be gentle.”

You stood there, confused as ever to what was going on, but you too were relieved that you weren't going to be killed. “Okay” you whispered to James and lifted your chin up to give him access to your neck.

As James began slipping the collar around your neck, Loki stood in the corner, his gaze locked onto him with a slight glare. He didn’t know why he felt this strange surge of jealousy—this protective instinct over you. There was no physical or emotional connection between you two, so why was he reacting this way?

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard you whimper. His body tensed, a jolt of something primal shooting through him as his fangs sharpened, ready to defend you. Almost like an animalistic instinct was awakening within him. “Easy, James,” he growled.

“I know, I know,” James sighed, trying to be as careful as possible. “And… there we go. Collar’s on and fully functional.”

“So, this collar would stop my supposed pheromones from releasing?” You questioned curiously.

“In a way miss y/n, this collar has a controller that will allow the user to control the amount of pheromones you release.” “For example, right now, you aren't releasing any sort of pheromones due to the collar, but if I press the up arrow on this controller here, it will kind of open your pheromonal gate and fill the air with your sweet scent.”

“Oh, I guess that's good in a way that I won't be attracting any unwanted aliens.”

“Yeah this collar works wonders” James chuckled as he moved away from you to give you some space and placed the controller on the coffee table by Vixen.

James shook his head at the way Vixen acted, still amazed that she could run an entire guild with an attitude like hers. Quickly, he slung his book bag over his shoulder and walked over to Loki, giving him another fist bump. “You know my number, call if you need anything, okay?”

Vixen glanced over at Loki, noticing him intently listening while also being slightly on the defensive side. “Easy Loki, she's an asset, not another girl you can fuck” she chuckled, putting out her cigarette bud and then stood from the couch.

“If you have any other questions, contact James, you know his number Loki.” “Welcome to the guild sweetheart” Vixen winked at you before she headed over to the stairs.

“Come on, James, I have to get back to my office to start on that goddamn paper work” She groaned in anger.

Loki nodded, giving James a fist bump back and proceeded to follow after him to see them out.

Once the two left, you walked back over to the couch and sat down, trying to process all this new information.

Loki soon came strolling up the stairs, a heavy sigh slipping past his lips “Well, I'm guessing this was a lot for you to process huh?”

“Yeah, I am just still in shock that your boss would go straight to killing someone and not even think about helping them first” you recoiled slightly, shaking your head in disbelief

“Heh, well you don’t know Vixen very well darling.” “She can be sweet at times, but she has her agenda to follow…..mostly due to her superiors above her breathing down her neck constantly.”

“But that still doesn’t give her the right to just take someone’s life without looking at the alternatives first.”

Loki shrugged slightly, having already been used to Vixen’s personality and work style. “I wonder what time it is?” he questioned, walking over to his computer and checking the time. “Huh, good” he chuckled, turning around and crossing his arms. “Do you want to go out with me?”

“I’m sorry?” a blush creeped across your cheeks.

"Not that kind of 'out,' darling. I meant going outside with me." "The farmer's market just opened. Would you like to join me?" "I need to pick up some produce anyway, so I thought I'd extend the offer."

"Sure, why not?" You chuckled, sitting up from the couch, grabbing your phone, and then pulling on your hoodie. "Will other people see my collar, by the way? I don’t want them to think I’m weird or something."

"No, humans can’t see our technology—besides you, of course." He chuckled. "They’ll only notice my pajama pants on you."

"Well, at least I can wear them better than you," you teased, walking towards the stairs with a sway in your hips.

Loki shook his head with a smirk, watching the way you swayed your hips as you walked away. "Don’t tease me, darling."

A short while later, you were at the farmer’s market, weaving through the crowds of people that swarmed most of the vendors.

“Varian, is that you?” An older man shouted from his stall.

"Hello, Sam. How are you?" Loki chuckled as he approached, offering a handshake. "How’s the wife and kids?"

"I’m good, thank you," Sam replied, shaking Varian’s hand. "They’re good too. My two boys are growing like weeds, and the missus... well, she’s still asking for that new flatscreen TV." He laughed.

“Well, you had better get her one,” Loki laughed with him.

Following Loki, you walked beside him, curious as to why he didn’t use his real name around everyday people. Eventually, you understood—it was for their protection. His true identity, his dangerous profession, and his species were not things anyone needed to know.

"Wow, these vegetables look amazing."

Sam, glancing over at you, smiled softly. "Well, hello there. Is this your new girlfriend, Varian?" he asked with a chuckle.

A deep blush spread across your cheeks when you heard Sam's words. "Oh, uh... well, he really isn’t—"

"Yes, she is," Loki interrupted, speaking proudly.

"Oh, I’m so happy for you, Varian. You finally put yourself out there."

"Indeed I did," Loki chuckled, his eyes soft as they turned toward you.

"Um, Varian, I’m going to check out the teas over there, okay?" You cleared your throat, rushing away to hide the blush that was rising inside you.

"Don’t go too far," Loki called after you, then pulled out his reusable bag and handed it to Sam. "I’m just going to pick out a few things, Sam. Gotta stock up."

"Sure, no problem, Varian." Sam grinned. "But I gotta say, she’s a keeper. Glad you found someone who can handle your crazy self."

"Yes, it was quite difficult to find someone, but I managed." Loki chuckled as he grabbed cucumbers, lettuce, tomatoes, and a few other vegetables.

As Loki was busy choosing what vegetables to take home, you were browsing the jars of teas in this quaint little stall in the corner. Without noticing, a decently handsome man approached beside you, also viewing the tea. “You come around here often?”

“No actually, my first time” you smiled to the man next to you, slowly reaching for the Early Grey tea in front of you.

“Oh first time?” “Well, you’ll definitely love it here, the people are amazing, the food is absolutely delicious, ah, if I could live here I would” he joked.

"Heh, I mean, you could technically live here. I’m sure there are apartments around here you could rent." You shrugged softly, opening the jar of Earl Grey and taking a deep whiff. "Mmm, I love tea," you hummed happily.

"So do I." The man flashed a charming smile.

Another blush crept across your cheeks at the sight of his smile. "So, are you thinking about getting an apartment here?" you asked, trying to steer the conversation.

"Maybe, if it means I get to run into beautiful women like yourself."

"Oh, why thank you. But I don’t think I’m that beautiful to catch anyone’s attention," you sighed softly, closing the jar and placing it back in its spot.

"Don’t sell yourself short. You’re quite beautiful." The man chuckled, grabbing your hand without warning and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

"Ah," you gasped, trying to pull your hand away but finding you couldn’t.

From a distance, Loki watched the interaction, his rage slowly simmering until it boiled over. In a flash, he was standing in front of the two of you, his eyes burning with fury. "Get your hand off of her," Loki growled, his grip tightening as he viciously yanked the man’s hand away.

"Varian!" You gasped, stepping back when you saw him grip the man’s hand.

"Argh, dude, let go of my hand!" the man shouted, wincing in pain as Loki squeezed his hand tighter.

"Why don’t you put your dick away and get the hell out of here?" Loki warned, releasing the man’s hand and watching as he quickly bolted. "I told you not to wander off." Loki growled at you.

"I didn’t wander off; I was literally in your line of sight. It’s not my fault men keep approaching me." You snapped back, turning towards the tea vendor. "Can I please get some Earl Grey and Jasmine tea?"

The vendor, still stunned by the interaction, nodded quickly and began filling glass jars with the teas you requested.

"You don’t know what human men are capable of." Loki’s voice was low with frustration. "I smelled that man’s lust over you from a mile away."

"It’s a public space. He wouldn’t dare do anything too rash." You rolled your eyes and grabbed your phone.

"He could’ve dragged you away at gunpoint and assaulted you in an alley."

"Well, he didn’t, thanks to you," you snapped back at him.

A deep growl escaped Lok’s lips at how naive you were, “How much is it?” Loki spoke to the vendor who finished preparing the teas.

“That’ll be 55 dollars sir” The vendor spoke with fear laced in his voice.

"I got it," Loki said, placing his reusable bag with the vegetables on the ground for a moment as he pulled out his wallet.

"No, I got it." You glared at Loki, opening your Google payment app and waiting for the vendor to provide the payment system so you could scan your phone.

With swift movements, Loki grabbed exactly 55 dollars in cash from his wallet and handed it to the vendor. "I told you, I got it." He smirked deviously, grabbing the jars.

"I said I got it," you sighed angrily, snatching the jars from him and stomping away.

"Thank you." Loki winked at the vendor, then grabbed his reusable bag and quickly rushed to catch up with you, despite your irritation.

"Y/n, come on, you know I’m faster than you." Loki chuckled, appearing beside you in a flash.

"Just leave me alone, okay?" You snapped, clearly still upset.

"Come on," Loki spoke softly, trying to coax you into calming down.

Ignoring his attempts, you pushed forward into the farmer’s market, unaware of two burly men trailing behind you and Loki.

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screampied · 9 months ago

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#BLOODLINE! s. ryōmen + c. kamo

☆ sum. when they’re both 10s but they’re also vampires. hungry blood-thirsty vampires who’ll stop at nothing to claim you. with how sweet you taste though, maybe humans aren’t so bad after all.

wc. 7.8k

warnings. fem! reader, thrēesomes, vampires! sukuna + choso, pwp, amateur's take on vampires, unprotected, cowgirl dp, manhandling, spīt-roasting, biting, dumbification, size kinks, fighting over you, brēeding kink, mentions of bloōd, implied marathons, fīngering, squīrting, pussydrunk men, cunnīlingus, hair pulling, choking, mistress kink, petnames.

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this was crazy - no, this was insane.

not everyday do you have a century plus old vampire between your legs — a vampire who you were actually supposed to exterminate for a pricey reward that was held over his head. both heads. but oh, you were so screwed. not even three days in of getting your official vampire hunter license and you already failed.

rule number one stupid girl: never fuck the vampire. rule number two: never fuck the vampires, plural.

but, you had a scent on you. an alluring fresh scent that made the sukuna ryomen fall weak to his knees. the fragrant—whatever it was smelled very lush with a sprinkled spice of vanilla. it irked him badly, and what irked him the most was the simple fact that he was feeling quite . . parched.

he’s starved, and it’s been a while since he’s had a quenched thirst and satisfied appetite. vampires usually had it rough—especially sukuna, because he’d usually spend most of his years hibernating, and he could live without blood . . for a certain amount of years before he comes well, feral.

but that all changed until you came along, and long story short—here you were sprawled out over his throne with your legs wide open.

“woman,” he snarls, buried right between your thighs. sable honed claws gingerly caress against your skin before his long tongue drags itself out of your pudgy folds. “spread your cunt f’r me before i bite it off.”

“what if i’m into that?” you sheepishly hum, feeling a tear of sweat trickle down your quirked brow. but right as you let off your cheeky remark, a big hand swats at your sopping entrance hard, earning a whimper from your mouth. so wet, your squelches ring through his rusted victorian walls.

sukuna snarls at you, crimson ruby eyes boring into your soul practically before with a sobbing creak, his chamber door opens. the hinges were whining as it unbolts and peeked out was whom you assumed to the other vampire, kamo choso.

you did research on them both—especially choso.

even though both of them were classified as dangerous notorious special grades with huge bounties placed on each of their heads dead or alive, choso was worth far more. you always did want to know why though.

he’s even prettier than person. choso was dressed in nothing but dark toned yet elegant dim clothing. both of their styles were strictly victorian-esque. choso’s hair was slightly matted and down, flowing past his tense shoulders. as unkempt dark strands went through his eyes, it created an attractive a shaggy wolf cut look. “oh,” he timidly murmurs, his eyes averting toward sukuna then at you.

a human,

his heart started to race and he could feel the inside of his mouth salivate with a minuscule amount of water. choso openly stares for a lengthy amount of seconds before nibbling on his tongue with his fangs. with the way he scoffs under his breath and how his body language grows stiff — you can tell, he’s jealous.

“am i .. interrupting, sukuna?”

sukuna groans internally, his tongue still attached to your swollen clit. you were close—he knew it from the way your breathing patterns started to grow irregular and you were struggling to stay still. as your feeble fingers resume to spread your soddened folds further apart for him, he slurps you clean, making all sorts of sloppy noises leave from his think pink lips. “mhm,” and he gives his comrade a side eye. “c’mere, choso. greet our new meal—eh, special guest.”

choso’s gaze never leaves yours, and as he tucks his head underneath his cape, he kneels down beside sukuna. “h- hi,” he swallows thickly, trailing his bloodshot irises that dramatically dilated each second he spent staring at your body.

god, were you pretty.

“hi ch— fuck,” you moan, feeling sukuna’s fangs delicately brush near your cunt. it almost tickled but you weren’t laughing, and your thighs were on the verge of snapping shut. choso stands there, watching as his own whetted fangs dig into his pouty bottom lip. “choso, do you wanna try too?”

“can i?” he blurts eagerly, but he gets flustered the second he sees your lips curving into a soft smile. after all, embarrassment was always his best friend.

choso’s kneeled right beside sukuna and he has an almost scowl marinating against his facial features. with a grumpy glower, he’s watching his partner act so greedy. the pink haired vampire’s got a chin that’s just streaming with slick and he can’t help but pout.

it’s probably been decades since he—since they encountered a vampire hunter, and now you were here. not only that, but choso was the entire opposite of sukuna. he doesn’t know the first thing on how to please a woman. “i mean . . is it okay, miss?”

sukuna snickers, briefly breaking his lips away before strumming a fat thumb down your drooling slit. “tch. such a wuss,” and his reddened gaze meets yours as a sly smile twists across the crevices of his lips. “excuse him. he’s a bit, heh, inexperienced.”

“that’s not—” it was, and choso lets off a cute frustrated huff but his demeanor softens the moment you claw a hand through his slightly matted wolfcut. dozens of loose tresses twirl between your fingers and he lets off a quiet purr, leaning into your touch. “mhm,” and he looks up at you—then at your pretty swollen cunt that was just pulsing second after second.

so pretty, it almost looks like a flower. easily akin to a vanilla orchid—he found himself about to drool the more he stared. choso was just millimeters away from a single taste and he couldn’t help but moan once he abruptly got a strong whiff of your candied balmy scent.

“it’s okay,” you murmur, trailing your middle finger down his tender scalp. sukuna’s right beside him, rolling his eyes whilst licking his spit-slick lips. as you remain slouched on sukuna’s primeval throne—your legs sprawl out just a bit wider and you bite your lip. “give it a little kiss.”

“y- yes, miss,” choso utters, and your eyes flicker down toward his lips. perfectly shaped—they have somewhat of an almost natural pout as they purse together—rosy pink and quivering in anticipation.

as he moves his face closer between your legs, you let off a gasp once his plump wet lips gradually smooch against your clit. “hng,” he groans, the sap of your own slick stringing against his mouth. choso can’t help but sneak his tongue down your pulsating clit for a better taste and oh, the way his eyes rolled back. “s- so good.”

sukuna clicks his tongue, growing impatient as his sharpened claws dig into the thin wooly fabric of his burgundy-black cloak.

“that’s it—good, yeah,” you softly coo out, tightening your grip against his head just a little.

choso had no clue what he was doing and it was adorable. his tongue was just as long as sukuna’s, mirroring the same forked-like shape. the softly spiky texture makes you squirm and writhe, feeling pleasurable twinges surge all throughout every inch of your body.

“fuuckk,” you gasp, feeling him suck against your clit. it’s overly sensitive, and he moans, feeling you throb right in his mouth. “mhm, suck there. right there, baby.”

baby, he wasn’t used to such words of affection. petnames, what you might call it. choso’s pointed ears cutely twitch and his nose wrinkles the second his sucking steadily intensifies. “mpmh,” and you can feel him taking a few seconds to sniff against your cunt once more.

“he gets off to being praised,” sukuna huskily jabbers, watching choso turn absolutely pussy drunk within seconds. you could tell just from his expressions alone. that sly yet sleazy grin compressing near the corners of his mouth, hooded eyes and drooling profusely from the sides of his mouth—

yeah, he was entirely weak. weak for you.

as his tongue slowly massages its way between the cracked slit of your pussy, he feels your grip in his hair tighten. “does he?” you utter, and you can hear a shuddering breath leave from choso’s mouth.

he swallows thickly again, wondering when the part was gonna come. the part where you’d finish your job, your mission—out of all the vampire hunters he’s stumbled across, he’s never been between one’s legs . . let alone being spared.

but he wasn’t complaining, not at all.

“mhm,” the older vampire sukuna grumbles, teasingly wrapping a hand around choso’s broad neck. choso moans from his touch too, and sukuna brushes a thumb down the valley of his sensitive scalp. “he can’t help it. praise him once and he’ll finish right on the spo—”

“s.. sukuna,” choso glares, still having a mouth full of your cunt.

the squelches you made from each succulent suckle was quite loud, constantly reverberating through the ancient chamber walls. but oh, your taste was simply divine. unlike any cuisine he’s ever tried. choso would rate your pussy five stars if he could.

you’re so wet — sopping a pretty cascading stream that flows down his chiseled chin to where he’s literally just drowning in your cunt. choso was a quick learner though, despite having little to no experience.

a raw breath rips out of your lungs once you feel your thighs grow weak. his tongue extends a bit inside of your cunt, curling it’s way around and in zigzags to make your toes curl in surprising rapture.

“f- fuck, like that,” you whimper out, and suddenly a dark silhouette overshadows you. slowly, your eyes look up to see sukuna standing right over you with a cunning toothy leer.

your eyes rove down his dark cloak that covers his body entirely, although you couldn’t help but want to see more.

like mentioned before—you’ve done your research about them both. as a vampire hunter, it was well, required.

sukuna had to be over a few thousand years old with choso not that far from behind. “silly, silly woman,” he tsks with a taunting head shake.

sukuna cups your chin and you moan once choso’s hooked nose starts to brush up and down against your clit.

you meet the eyes of a blood-thirsty vampire who’s got the most smuggest grin you’ve ever seen. “you know,” his voice seductively pitches low, and the rough bass that smooths underneath his tone makes you feel a wave of butterflies swarm near the pit of your stomach. a thumb swipes against your glossed lips before he bends, getting right close to your face level. “usually, this is the part where you kill us, you know that, right?”

“i—know,” and for a second, you nearly let off a mewl once you feel choso’s fangs softly nip against your tender cunt.

you were throbbing heavily, and he’s just slobbering all over your entrance just to lap it right back up back with his tongue like the feral animal he was.

it was cute how conflicted you were — your eyes didn’t know where to look, whom to focus on, nothing. .

even so, as your back remains reclined back against the timber-made throne, your brows furrow. he’s right, moments ago you should have pulled out your stake or firearm, getting rid of them and collecting quite a delicious sum of bounty for both of their heads - dead or alive.

but, as the thought struck you — why, why didn’t you finish them off. what’s stopping you?

you didn’t know, and quite frankly, you didn’t care.

besides, it was technically only the first few days of your new job and something internally was screaming at you that this probably wasn’t your right field of expertise anyway.

and the fact that the ‘target’ you were supposed to eliminate was propped up between your legs was . . something.

hell, maybe it was even a sign.

“oh, i see,” sukuna huffs, sliding a thumb across your pursed lips, wanting your pout crease more. cute. “you want more, that right, stupid girl?” a rough voice purrs out to you, and he can see the pout starting to form over your lips once you give him a slow nod. “yeah, yeah you do,” and he looks down at choso who’s got his pretty flapping lashes closed, sliding a hand inside of his cloak.

he’s groaning against your cunt, stroking himself off and whimpering against your folds that sobbed for more. sukuna cups your chin, pressing your lips together. “i don’t speak nod. use those words, tell me what you want.”

“y.. you both,” and it comes out like a lewd broken whisper. by this point, you were shameless. it’s almost as if you were in a dream—maybe even a fan fiction.

as those fatal words leave from your lips, your eyes roll back once choso’s continuing to slurp against your cunt - savoring each honeyed drop of your juices. he’s still on his knees as his pointed ears twitch from each whine and mewl that pours away from your lips.

sukuna groans under his breath, feeling himself get hard as he takes a few occasional glances.

choso’s face was right up against your pussy, and he made sure to run and trace his tongue in every single spot that would make you sing out pretty ‘ooh’ and ‘ah’'s for him. he’s craved a good meal for the longest and the meal between your thighs was all that he really needed.

“greedy girl,” sukuna grouses, lightly squeezing your chin, making you give him your attention back. ruby red eyes flicker toward your exposed nude neck — such precious skin all out and on display, a vampire’s favorite part of the body.

the thoughts of imagining what you tasted like from just a single bite clogged his entire brain. just a single drink of you - just one would have him probably at your mercy - no, he had to focus.

sukuna shakes his head with an annoyed grunt, pressing his head against yours as you lied back. “both, huh? can you really handle that, princess?”

“yes—”

“look at me when you speak, girl,” and you feel an overwhelming increase of thumps in your heart once he’s only inches away from pressing his lips against yours.

the eye contact was brutal - sensual.

his eyes lock onto yours and it’s as if you’re staring directly at a pool of bloody scarlet jewels. you could honestly get lost in sukuna’s eyes. such irises never leave yours and you gulp, looking him right in the eye before watching choso starting to bite near your thighs. “repeat yourself, go on.”

with a shaky voice, you drag choso’s head closer between your thighs before whining once he glides his forked tongue against your throbbing pearly nub. “i want you both. p.. please, wan’ you both.”

and the last thing you’d expect was for them to be eating you out — at the same damn time.

both vampires were propped up between your legs as you’re spread open with the cutest expression plastered on your face.

god, this was fucked.

as two forked tongues flick and swipe against your clit, nibbling on your tender gummy flesh, you let off the most melodic whine. it rips straight out of your throat, bouncing off the century old walls. the texture of both tongues — you felt the plush spikes that run against their tastebuds, feeling sukuna hold your nub hostage with choso trapping his your pretty clit with his fangs.

“fuck, ‘m so c- close,” you’d whine out, staring at them both as they’re between your legs with hazy blown pupils. both of your hands fish through their hair, gasping heavily once they start to slurp nearly everything out of you at such at maddened pace.

it was one thing with teeth — but they had fangs, and they both made sure you felt the keen edges against your sopping cunt every single time.

“mmph,” choso mewls out, wrapping his mouth around your slick entrance. sukuna’s only a few kilometers apart, and the older vampire grunts once he tries to push him away. with pouty glossed lips, choso gives your clit a kiss before briefly departing. “ ‘kuna,” he huffs cutely, and you watch as his chin has an even shiner coat of your arousal racing down. “you’re bein’ greedy..”

“good,” sukuna jibes, and you whimper loudly once his long tongue trails further down. it stops right once it reaches your winking hole. it was so long, it located places you didn’t even know could be reached. a fluttering feeling settled inside the very pits of your stomach before he spits on your cunt.

it’s a rude ‘pft’ and you watch as a syrupy strand dribbles down onto your heat. choso’s lip quivers as he stares too, going back to touching himself.

he rarely touched himself — but when he did, it always felt heavenly. “cho,” he grouses, smearing a fat thumb against your cunt that’s soaking up the dribbling saliva. “clean her off for me.”

choso’s eyes widen. but he was too feral to reply, and as if his lips had a mind of it’s own, he leans in and let’s his mouth do the rest of the talking.

honey, your taste was almost equivalent to honey. choso whines against your clit as he drinks you clean, the soddened pure taste of you never departing from his tastebuds. he shamelessly laps up sukuna’s saliva that pours down your pudgy wet folds before softly thrusting his tongue in and out of your cunt.

“fuck,” you moan, feeling your legs starting to spasm. sukuna goes back between and they’re both latching their pink pointed tongues against your tender muscle. you even watch as their tongues touch, getting tangled together and all. choso grows flustered and sukuna’s for the same sly smile on his lips, teasingly licking near choso’s bottom lip before going back to your pussy.

squelch, you were so wet . . profusely drooling. with how wet you were, you were putting faucets to unruly shame.

your thighs were covered in various marks and as they both shared the same pussy drunk grin, that’s when you finally snap.

right when the tip of sukuna’s forked tongue rudely thwacks against your sweetened g-spot, you end up gushing out right away. it creeps up on you like a jump scare, hitting you like a truck, an inevitable wave that came crashing down without warning.

“fuck, ngh oh my god!” and as you’re coming undone on their tongues, you were holding in a breath you didn’t even know you had.

seconds later as you gradually let go, your tummy’s continuing to heave from each exhilarated pant leaving from your lungs. with hooded eyelids fluttering, you end up spraying a sweet amount of sap onto the bottoms of their chins. sukuna snickers and choso quietly gasps—

“my my,” sukuna hums, licking his tongue underneath his bottom lip, savoring the taste. “so the human’s a squirter also, interesting,” and you couldn’t my stop panting.

your orgasm was loud, and it rang through each of the ancient walls that were so old that they were on the verge of crumbling down after centuries of standing tall. your own voice nearly shatters the victorian mirrors as you leisurely succumb into awaited pleasure, releasing your grip from their heads. you glance down and see sukuna already staring at you, giving your cunt one final kiss. “cute, think i’ll take my time with you, princess.”

choso pouts, panting himself as his tongue licks near the crevice of his lips. “y.. you mean us, ‘kuna.”

sukuna rolls his eyes with a grimacing scowl. “eh, right.”

many moments later — once you’re lightly thrown on sukuna’s king sized bed, you gulp.

now you were fucked.

they were more hungrier than ever, especially choso. the taste of your sweet cunt still lingers and his mouth, on his tongue—and he only imagined how sweeter your sacred blood must be.

“choso, watch me,” sukuna gruffs, and you let him flip your body over. landing into the cushions with a soft ‘oof’ your cheek gets pressed against a velvet pillow. “humans are fragile, so you don’t wanna break ‘em too bad,” and you moan once his hand swats against your bare ass. the recoil makes your entire body tense and you chew on your lip, quietly wishing he’d spank you again.

you weren’t really wearing anything except for maybe a black skirt that was now torn to practical shreds and a blouse that was halfway raised toward the top. as sukuna shuffles a bit, he springs out his thick cock and oh, you could tell he was big just from hearing the stroking sounds from behind you.

he grunts, giving his veiny shaft a few ample pumps before aligning himself against your swollen entrance. “look at herrrr,” he purrs, spreading your cunt apart with two fingers as your ass arched upward.

you were still drenched with your panties clinging toward the gummed crevices of your thighs. right as he toys with your dilating clit, he can hear the sloshing sounds make it’s return before darkly chuckling. “eager, isn’t she choso? her pretty pussy’s tryin’ to talk back. how quaint.”

“sukuna,” choso pouts, pushing him off. “let me, i know how to—” and he pauses, his eyes intently gazing at your pulsing cunt.

he was still so hungry. he just wanted another taste. just one more slurp of your slick and he’ll be satisfied. his thirst would be quenched. choso shakes his head, letting off a shaky sigh. “i know how t- to fuck.”

“he doesn’t,” sukuna mouths to you in a cocky manner, getting in front of you.

the pink haired vampire stands near the edge of the bed, a hand cupping underneath your chin. “it’s okay, you can look,” he smugly says, feeling your eyes burn into his weighty length that’s standing tall.

the shadow that’s underneath it makes it appear even bigger, and oh, it’s not just big - it’s huge.

sukuna’s very thick with insane amounts of girth for days, and your eyes slowly flicker toward his pretty tip that’s swollen. spurts of pre-cum seeping from his frenulum and you can’t help but give his tip a few greeting kisses. he sucks his teeth at the audacity, wide jaw tightening at your tender touch. the more you stare, you notice he’s got a bit of pink hair that curls it way around his fat base, almost forming a bush.

it’s unintentionally attractive, and you even found yourself gawking at his shaggy happy trail too. “touch me more, woman,” he utters, as if he read your mind. his rough tone getting a bit softer. “go ‘head.”

as you wrap a hand around his cock, you can hear choso’s sweet whimpers in the background. “oh, my,” and his sweltering hot tip’s just ghosting against your yearning slick entrance. you let off a hum, teasingly wriggling your ass a bit just to get a reaction out of him and you did. “ugh,” he moans with an needy hiss following, sliding his flushed crownhead against your swallowing cunt. “kuna she’s gonna m- make me cum.”

“thought you said you knew how to fuck?” sukuna titters, ogling as you slowly bring your plump lips up to his shaft.

with a grumble, choso kisses his teeth. “shut up,” and as his dick aligns itself between your swollen folds, he lets off a breathy sigh. “fuuuck,” he could feel you wholly trying to swallow him as he eases his way inside.

right there, choso felt a chill run down his spine. you were warm inside, and it makes him gnaw a fang down his quivering lip once his lengthy inches rummages farther. “hng, ‘s so good, she’s so wet, ‘kuna,” he murmurs in a soft tone, his words that slide past his lips shaking from each breath.

hearing your own moans leave from your lips makes him harder. sukuna grunts, watching as you press another chaste kiss against his mushroomy tip.

lustrous strands of pre-cum stick against your lips and he groans, tight abs that hid within the inside of his cloak tensing right away. “that’s it, ‘s all yours, princess,” and a hand of his paws it’s way onto the top of your head. once his dick starts to slowly disappear in your mouth, he lets off a near growl. whitened fangs poke from the outer parts of his lip before he feels your moan vibrate against his shaft. “mhm, atta girl. get it wet, spit on it.”

“hah, ‘m not gonna last,” choso breathlessly huffs, and with his hands gripping on both sides of your waist, he’s starting up a pace. it’s a slow pace that you could keep up with in terms of rhythm, but fuck was he big too.

choso had just as much of girth as sukuna did, maybe even more.

he’s stretching you out with just a few beginning thrusts and your eyes already widen. “mpmh,” and as your mouth’s full, cheeks all puffed from storing sukuna’s cock inside, you pull it out to allow a bit of drool pout from your lips and onto his tip.

the vampire flashes you a wolffish smile as his fingers softly massage down your scalp, his claws gingerly stroking against your tresses. your back was arched to a sudden with your body slightly raised, facing sukuna whilst your rear was focusing purely on choso.

sukuna studies your body, your pretty face, your fluttering flapping lashes, your tight tight throat that’s making lewd noises every once in and while, but most importantly, he studies you.

it doesn’t take long before his fat cockhead starts to create ‘love’ taps against your uvula. your eyes widen and you let off a tiny gargle at feeling him reach the roof of your mouth within no time, clawing your own hands into his beefy thighs.

“such a tight ‘lil throat for a pretty human,” he grunts, feeling you pop out his cock to lap up the remnants of your saliva.

choso’s still plummeting into you from behind, giving you soft sensual strokes yet they soon turn rigorous and deep once he feels your ass slam into him. once your skin goes back against him, that was merely all it took for him to lose it. it makes his ears twitch even more—and he whimpers, falling on love with your cunt right away.

it’s sloppy. already, you’re starting to stick and glue against his chiseled pelvis each time you rut back into him. choso’s hips were downright filthy, and it only takes him a few minutes before he’s meticulously drilling into you at full speed. his cock’s precise, making sure to hunt and search through every part of your cunt with his aching tip.

“fuck,” he hisses, a sweaty palm of his giving your right ass cheek a squeeze. as he grabs a nice chunk of your ass, he can’t help but spank it.

but he feels bad afterwards so the sting shortly goes away once his palm caresses a few circles against your hot temple.

the recoil of your skin always mesmerized him - he found himself in a trance every time. simply put, you had him enticed.

choso moans again, feeling your warm body rock back into his at such an unsteady pace to where he’s stammering over his words. “s. . so pretty.”

“the inside of her mouth’s even prettier,” sukuna sneers, and with a loud ‘pop’, he removes his dick from out of your throat.

you pout, lolling out your tongue without him having to say anything and he hums in patent amusement. “ain’t that right, princess?” and with a whack, his fat meaty tip slaps against your pink tongue.

you moan, and he slaps his flushed cock against your tongue three more times just to hear you whine for him to finish. “fuckin’ hungry, are ya, ‘lil hunter? you didn’t care about bounties, you just cared about gettin’ your sloppy cunt wet, huh.”

“mmph—sukuna,” you mumble, your words nearly inaudible once he rubs his leaky tip against your lips. his tip’s so fat and swollen as a rosé color shades over it from top to bottom. just a few seconds of him being out of your mouth and you were already drooling for more - literally.

choso’s breathing starts to pick up the longer he’s giving you such rough pivotal thrusts. you could feel him practically humping his weak hips into you, and he’s sniffling because he can’t believe humans felt this good inside.

“aw, are you mad, little human?” sukuna gruffly mocks, tracing a thumb over your arched brow.

the scowl that indents between the corners of your lips was adorable. “heh, how spoiled you must be. fine. open your mouth again,” and he views as you quickly comply, sticking out your tongue with your hands grabbing your neglected breasts that hid beneath your bra. “good girl.”

this merely lasts for a century — not really, but it felt like it.

lightning like veins ran down sukuna’s cock and you felt them prod against your tongue, meanwhile choso’s almost hysterical once he ends up dumping ribbons of cum into you. early at that, and he’s never been more embarrassed.

choso fucks you for a long while, and it’s until his thrusts against you becomes insignificantly sloppy and he’s overflowed your cunt with ropes of searing hot cum. it’s so much that it dribbles down your thighs, spritzing all on your clit and gluing against your skin like paste.

“ngh, f- forgive me,” he’d whine, peering as sukuna’s finishing up himself.

with a feral growl, he’s fisting his cock just a few more times before it’s his turn to finish now. you got filled in both ways, and once the bitterly sweet taste of his seed mists into your mouth, you let off a moan. “good . . good girl,” choso rubs the back of his neck, trying to mimic sukuna’s praises he did on you earlier.

you’re still on all fours and your eyelashes flutter as he’s continuing to spill out such slimy amounts of cum. the taste has a bit of a sugary tang that makes your nose crinkle. “swallow,” the older vampire murmurs, a long black claw of his softly caressing the edge of your lip.

a few droplets dribble from the corners of your lips once you obey, moaning once you feel choso unhurriedly pull out. he��s slow, feeling his chest heave out with a heavy sigh as your cunt let’s out a loud ‘pop’ after he gradually takes it out of you.

his tip was throbbing, and as he stared at his own cum oozing out of your swollen pussy, he can’t help but run a finger down it. you feel yourself clenching around nothing now and you can’t help but pout.

“tch. where’s your manners, woman,” sukuna raises a pink slit brow, grabbing your chin. your lips still remain pouty due to how much he’s squeezing against your plump lips together and you let off a whimper.

crisp air sets against your bare ass and skin as you meet his carmine-red gaze. “you’re supposed to say ‘thank you’ for the meal. go on.”

“t . . thank you, ‘kuna,” you softly snivel, feeling yourself pulse the more choso runs his finger down your flabby folds. he’s touchy, his fingers felt hot and shocking like static - and the more he maneuvers tiny circles around your clit, the more you felt your knees starting to grow weaker again.

“hn.” is all he replies with, and just when you thought they were finished — they weren’t.

you said you wanted both of them, not just one but two. and you know what they always say, the more the merrier . . right?

but it’s a bit different when the ‘merrier’ involves two ancient cocks.

to say you got stretched to the very fullest was merely an understatement. they each took turns with you, round after round after fucking round . .

your legs felt practically nonexistent, and every time they’d dump a knot into your sweet cunt, you’d feel like you were about to burst. round after round after round, they’d coax out orgasms out of you like it was nothing—especially sukuna.

choso was the one whining in your ear, whining even louder than you sometimes. he couldn’t help it, especially with how good your pussy wrapped around his dick so freely. it was a feeling he doesn’t think he’s ever experienced—and if he did, it was a long long time ago anyway.

but now, you were preparing to take them both at the same time. the thrill of the thought alone makes your thighs shudder as sukuna’s sinking his thick cock into you. already, he feels you gaping and you can’t help but moan at the elastic stretch unfurling wider and wider. .

the pink haired vampire was propped behind you while choso’s lying flat back against the sofa. it’s a pretty view, and choso’s staring right into your eyes. your pretty eyes—he’s never been one to lust over a mere human, but it was just something about you. with you, it was different.

sukuna on the the other hand—he couldn’t really care less. he’s centuries old and it’s been what, a decades since he’s got laid? it was just who he was - but he wouldn’t mind keeping you around for a while.

for centuries, the two of them lived their tedious lives inside of what appeared to be some kind of abandoned castle—you actually ended up stumbling upon it in the forest by accident while looking for them. the vampires you were supposed to kill, and yet here you were, about to be double stuffed by both of them.

“nice ‘n easy you two. biiiig fuckin’ stretch,” sukuna gruffs, wrapping a big hand around his hardened cock.

it’s flushed and veiny from the rigid sides, florid from the crowned tip with a ruby shade as he’s still getting over his recent orgasm. you’re sopping, your cunt’s crying for more and the sloshes that sang out from your folds only grew louder the more he’s burying himself inside of your gummy pasty walls. “choso, you’re not gonna faint again, are ya?”

“s- shut up,” choso grumbles, a rosy tiny spraying a half part of his face. as choso aligns himself between your entrance also, he let’s off a low sigh at the welcoming squelch your pussy make.

‘pop’ and fuck, could he listen to that all day. just the sloppy noises you made—to him, that was music in itself. “god, ‘m still so sensitive, m- mistress.”

with a sheepish hum, you cup both sides of his face, speaking in a teasing tone. “mistress?”

“i—” choso pauses, a vermillion flush spraying over his entire face. fuck, his words slipped, and he’s felt that wave of embarrassed returning right away.

it was adorable though, and as you continue to bare around both of their cocks, he can’t help but lean into your tender touch. “i mean-”

“no, it’s okay,” you reassure him, moaning once your bare ass gets a swift rude swat from sukuna’s palm. within no time, you’re starting to move your hips again, feeling yourself get stuffed in all orifices.

your sheeny-slicked lips part into a gasping ‘o’ once you feel sukuna then rub a hand against your clit. “fuck,” you whine, and sukuna hisses himself once he feels your clingy grip around his cock tighten. his hips were sharp, and it doesn’t take long before you start to match his deranged rhythm. averting your eyes back toward choso who’s laid back so prettily on the bed underneath you, speak in a soft voice. “ ‘s okay, you can call me that.”

“yeah, cho. call the pretty girl ‘mistress’, heh.” sukuna derides.

with a cute grouse, choso glares at sukuna—but his expression quickly falters once you fall into his chest, slumping into his body. his tight sculptured abs that resembled a greek god peeks through his victorian inky cloak ghost against you and a bit of hair from his happy trail tickles against your tummy.

“shut . . up,” he grumbles at sukuna, but now it’s his turn to cup your face. “m- mistress,” and a thumb of his runs against your cheek.

sukuna groans from behind you both as he’s fucking you from behind—his deep pivotal strokes slowly weakening due to how sensitive he was. it almost stings, but with the way your cunt’s holding him hostage for all its worth, he just couldn’t stop.

“hm,” your eyes meet the dark haired vampire and his bottom lip quivers. just your stare alone was enough to drive him up the first street of insanity.

you’ve done quite your fair share amount of research on these two and what the media reports about them in the papers always shocks you. they typically always describe them as the ‘blood-thirsty duo’ monsters who would mercilessly tear limb from limb off of anyone who dares cross their path.

funnily enough, they said the most heinous things about choso in particular—but now that you were quite literally being filled with them both in each hole, choso was more sweet than anything. the papers described him as a ruthless blood-sucking vampire but he was the sweetest—especially whenever he’s overstimmed and whiny.

and sukuna . . he’s sukuna.

but you were still alive—so that was something, right?

“can . . may i,” and it takes you a moment to realize what he’s asking for.

choso wants to kiss you, and you can tell by the way his big wide eyes continue to flicker toward your own eyes, then back toward your glossed plump lips. he wanted a taste, he needed it.

“y- yeah,” you moan, feeling sukuna’s heavy cock reach an even deeper angle inside of you. you’re taking them both, feeling your entire legs get weaker by the second but that feeling suddenly disintegrates once choso presses his lips onto yours.

it’s a sultry hot kiss. a kiss that he’s been longing to do ever since he walked in on you and sukuna. choso’s forked tongue delves more into your mouth as you’re riding him with sukuna guiding your hips in place.

it’s sloppy, and he’s been pathetically aching for more of a taste from you for the longest. choso wasn’t fond of sharing you with sukuna—he wished it was you and him, but he couldn’t complain. at least he wasn’t going to complain yet.

“mmh,” you moan into his mouth, feeling his scarred hands softly caress near your breasts that poke through your bra. choso whines, nipping at your tongue with his serrated-sharp fangs before he lets off a gasp.

“ngh, oh fuck,” choso whimpers between your lips and deprived kisses. his arms end up enveloping around your waist, holding you close as sukuna’s driving his cock into you as such a crazed speed from behind.

as your lashes stick together briefly — they flutter shut before opening again. glancing up with droopy eyes, you watch as choso’s currently grabbing onto the wooden creaking headboard, a plethora of veins bulging down his swole biceps.

sukuna grunts behind your ear and within seconds later, he’s taking a playful harmless chomp out of your left shoulder blade.

your skin - so sweet, and his pronged tongue swirls its way around the fang marks that starts to form before choso ends up cumming early again.

“fuck, fuck,” choso whines, feeling his chest tighten. your pussy had them both weak, especially with choso more than anything, because he fills you up with another knot that exudes its way deep inside. it shoots out fast, pouring into you before a few remnants trickle down the crevices of your inner thighs.

your deadened legs struggle to stay open and he brings another needy wet kiss to your lips before he starts panting. “i- i need, need more,” and his eyes stare at your neck. “please, just a taste.”

“wait your turn, choso,” sukuna snarls, pulling you back to sink his fangs further into your skin. oh, they were fighting over you. choso lets off a cute huff before ignoring sukuna, glancing at you.

his eyes and pouty quivering lips were telling you ‘please’, and as you continued to slowly jerk your hips against them both, you let off a soft bashful, “g. . go ahead.”

but choso’s still cumming too—his ropes of cum was so sweet and came out so smoothly that it’s like he was pouring molasses of syrupy ribbons into you.

within a blink of an eye, it pumps into you raw, and choso nearly loses it once his fangs pierce down into the right side of your neck. “ah,” he whimpers, hot breath fanning against your skin. softly, his sharp fangs delicately nip into your sweet toothsome skin and it feels like a tiny prick.

you moan as you’re barely moving anymore, but they’re both still very deep inside, keeping each sloppy aperture of yours very, very busy.

“so dramatic,” sukuna rolls his eyes, a feeling of jealousy washing over him. you’re squeezing around him tight and he groans, clawing a few fingers toward your chest and unclasping your bra.

with hungry claret eyes that favors the color of rich red wine, he openly gawks as your breasts spring free and he gingerly pinches one of your perked nipples. “look at these girls, so perfect,” and you moan at his touch.

choso on the other hand looked so pretty. he’s still enjoying his ‘meal’ and the second his fangs cut deep enough into your skin, he tastes that sprinkle of metallic sweetness before he ends up cumming again.

he’s cumming while he’s feeding off of you — drinking your lusciously appetizing blood, and he hasn’t had a fill as good as this in probably centuries.

it’s so good that his mouth was watering, and the vampire loses his momentum before slouching further back with his teeth still attached to your skin like velcro. a pout curls against his lips as he makes you grind back into him, feeling both cocks stretch you open even more. “mh,” he whimpers, honed edges of his fangs creating various marks. you couldn’t wait to look at it later.

sukuna’s still fondling your tits and cupping them with both side hands before he bites near the other side of your neck, showering the exposed part of your skin with a multitude of kisses.

“careful, princess. you’re gonna break him,” he whispers in a raspy tone, and a hand of his trails further down between your legs.

“s- shut up, suku— fuck,” choso whines, and it’s an even larger knot than before.

it’s hot before it pumps inside of you yet again, filling you to the very peak. creamy globs of it race down your thighs as his mouth’s still clinging onto your bare shoulder blade. your taste, it was so rich . . so succulent.

your taste was almost so overbearing that it makes the flustered vampire’s eyes roll all the back until it reaches his skull, and he’s now feeling his dick twitching sporadically inside of you. “mistress, fuck. i- ‘s so much inside of you, f . . forgive me.”

he ends up shooting a huge load inside that stirs the insides of your flittering tummy. you were sure some even reached deep into womb, you wouldn’t be surprised due to just how big they both were.

but even so, and you couldn’t help but ponder . . could vampires get humans pregnant?

you didn’t plan on it, but that reality of being stuffed full of each of them made your stomach churn with a pool of butterflies living inside, swarming all around and fluttering at just the lewd thought of it all. you were filled to the very max - the very brim, and it leaves you panting for more.

you all remain like that until sukuna finally pries you off of choso, crimson eyes gazing at the mess that spills between your thighs. “tsk. how filthy,” and you land on your back, staring up at the two vampires who share the same blood-lust gaze.

“spread ‘em again, princess. least we can do is clean ya up,” and he nudges choso who’s just lied flat against the bed, still in awe—starstruck.

your pussy probably did break him.

“choso. c’mere,” he snaps in his face, and the dark haired vampire blinks thrice, returning back to reality. he groans, sitting up with sheets of sweat racing down each sides of his face. “our girl need’s cleaning.”

“o- oh, right,” he quietly stammers, a bit of your blood from earlier staining his pink lips. a permanent pout remains on his mouth before he licks them clean, and he can’t help but lean in, giving you one more kiss.

your heart swoons, and as you return the embrace. milliseconds pass and you gradually start to feel sukuna spreading your legs, ogling at the mess they created, the mess that’s pumped into you fully.

velvety ribbons of cum racing down each of your thighs, you were still throbbing ferociously and you let off a moan once you swipe your tongue across choso’s lips, relishing in the taste of your own sweet irony blood.

as your tongues vigorously twirl around each, trying to assert dominance between each twisting muscle—you let off a whimper in choso’s mouth once you feel sukuna’s breath aerate against your clit.

without even batting an eye, he starts to lap the cum out between your puffy folds before he gives it one loooong suck. your chest automatically heaves in and out before your arms wrap around choso’s broad shoulders, tangling saliva strands together and creating lustrous sleek cobwebs.

but, as your lips were locked against choso, you feel something between your legs. sukuna gives your pussy one long sniff, then he does it again, and one more time before gifting it a pat. “oh. .”

choso nibbles at your bottom lip with his fangs before sukuna meanly spanks your cunt. a bit of your own slick sprays against his palm and he hums.

“choso,” he huskily says, teasingly pointing the end of his claw near your pulsating clit. it was hovering over your entrance . . and still, you let off a whimper at the sensitive feeling. “i think i know why our pretty girl smelled so good all this time.”

“huh,” the dark haired vampire briefly pulls away, panting heavily just as you. choso glances down at sukuna before feeling his chest cave in and out. “w . . why, sukuna?”

you look down at sukuna, your brows contorting into a curious look yourself.

sukuna gives your sopping cunt one long stare before giving it a kiss. “mwah,” and you moan, watching as wet strands peel away from your pudgy folds and glue back onto his mouth.

he’s sloppy, and he couldn’t care less. the vampire rubs a circle around your entrance before snickering darkly.

“because,” and he spanks your pussy once more time before playfully putting his fangs against your clit as if he was about to bite you. with a dull expression, sukuna leans in to smell between your legs one more time before whispering against your clit.

“—you’re ovulating, princess.”

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daemonbrain · 4 months ago

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3.4k, cw: smut, size kink, p in v, overstimulation if you squint, fairy!reader, hes a monster hunter

Simon Riley, the monster hunter guild's most valuable asset. Whenever a high bounty was set out for one creature or another Simon was there. Werewolves taking all your sheep? He’s all stocked up on silver. Vampire terrorizing the town? Get him some matches and a stake, it’ll be gone come morning.

Those with real connections to the guild know that if you want a job done, you ask for ‘Ghost’. Contrary to the scars which littered his body, it wasn't all fighting the big bad wolf and risking his life. Occasionally he would get lucky with a low-risk high-reward job. Paired with his brute strength, he also had extensive knowledge on the supernatural and their habits.

He had taken up a job for an anonymous businessman to nab a fairy. Fucks sakes he almost burst out laughing when he got the request, only to be met with a very serious expression.

Fairies, notoriously hard to trap and contain. It’s said that any who can lock one down will be granted prosperity for the rest of their days. Their laughs attract wealth, their dust makes little specks of gold, their tears harden into diamonds.

Now of course, greed of humans and all, fairies had gone into some pretty deep fuckin’ hiding. Forests with heaps of danger weeding out any fools who tried to find one on a whim. If you got far enough the things were smaller than your finger and moved faster than you could blink, the only thing assuring you that they were there was the mocking little giggles that would sound out before they flew back into hiding.

It’s even rumored that they can turn themselves into the size of a fully grown woman at will. They're supposed to be prettier than any tavern wench you’d see on a regular night, or the fairest of maids if the songs were to be believed. Simon had never seen one though, so that was to be taken with a grain of salt.

You were a difficult catch. Pissed Simon off plenty of times with your dodging, your mocking titters. You just thought he was a passing traveller trying his luck. Sorely mistaken you were. It was when he began burning a mystery plant and your eyes grew hazy that you realized your misconception. Dropping from the sky as you struggled to hold up your own weight.

How humiliating! To fall for a mere man's tricks! He tricked you into believing he was foolish and you took the bait just like he intended. Even through the thick glass of the jar you could see your squirrel friends who looked on in worry from the trees. To be outfoxed by one of them, it infuriated you.

Which made it all the more terrible as he sat with his back pressed to the trunk of a tree, face illuminated by the fire looking at you angrily raising your tiny fist to the glass yammering who knows what in gibberish. He shook the jar in his hands gently, watching as your wings flapped rapidly to steady yourself. One had been injured on the drop and he could tell it was a struggle for you to stay upright. You’d occasionally dip a bit too low and by the look of shock on your face, he knew it wasn’t intentional.

One could almost mistake you for a pint sized human. An annoying one (though most people bothered the hunter, miniature or not). You certainly had the anatomy of one, none of the modesty though, with only leaves to cover your more intimate parts. He watched as you crossed your arms and began to point at the lid he fashioned to have minuscule air holes. Yelling in your grating foreign tongue once more, which really only sounded like little squeaks to Simon, the fight clearly returned back full force after you regained consciousness from the jimsonweed.

He really took a gamble with that one. He was quite proud of himself to be honest. He’d never actually caught a fairy for himself, only hearing chatter from other members of the guild that your kind were sensitive to hallucinogens.

You’d fetch a good price and to top it off Simon wasn’t walking around with a new batch of bruises. A win-win. Except for you that is. Bringing his attention back to you, he notices you’ve taken to pounding the cork lid with your hands as if that would make any difference.

However, upon seeing Simon’s dark eyes on you, you scowl yet reluctantly stop and float to the bottom of the jar. “Thas wha’ I thought” He said while rolling his eyes. He placed the jar in his travelling satchel and closed his eyes more than ready for a rest before having to hit the road again.

...

Simon had woken up with the burning and familiar feeling in his loins. Groaning, his eyes open wearily only to be met with nothing but the trees and grass around him. What the hell?

He groggily wiped at his eyes. Trying to take focus on whatever it was that was rousing him from sleep. The only thing noticeable being the significant drop in temperature as the night went on.

What was wrong with him? Has not visiting someone's bed in so long made him that desperate? He had places to be tomorrow, there was no time to be wasting jerking it in the middle of nowhere. Huffing, he closes his eyes and abstinently ignores the need which he feels building inside his belly unprompted.

He had sensed something was wrong when his cock once again slapped against the confines of his breeches. He knew something was wrong when a small but pitchy squeal followed.

“Fuckin’ hell”

His eyes widen in disbelief as he watches his trousers ripple with movement not his own. He lifts the waistband only to be met with two eyes narrowed right back at him, as if you were the one being inconvenienced. He was suddenly hyper aware of the fact that both your arms and legs enveloped half the circumference of his cock, bobbing with every movement.

What. The. Fuck.

“What’re you bloody doing? How did you get free?!” He huffed while reaching for you, staunchly ignoring the way his blood began to run hot at your unintentional ministrations. As that monstrous looking hand approached, you stiffly moved, your body still too frigid from the cold, to nestle into the juncture where all of… him… connected to his balls.

When the hunter had fallen asleep, you had screamed and pleaded for any of your forest friends to hear. After a lot of begging, and a promise to help collect acorns for the winter which seemed to approach faster and faster this year, you had managed to convince one of the squirrels to gnaw through the lid of your prison. Too far from the safety of your home, you needed a place to seek shelter from the near freezing temperatures.

Unfortunately, still weakened from your initial fall and the wind harshly prickling at your skin, you realized you were ground-bound. Trying as you might, you failed to scale the tall tree and make it into the squirrel's nest for refuge. With no other option, you were faced with the reality that the safest place for the night would be close to the human. After a few minutes pacing along the expanse of his body, you navigate your way to the warmest spot.

It smelt heavily of his musk, not the sweetest thing you had ever smelt, but not unpleasant by any means. You had tried to fall asleep, twisting and turning. You had rubbed the skin until it felt warm to the touch and pressed your cheek against it, all in an effort to make yourself more comfortable. Every minute you stayed on it the twitching got worse! So much so that you felt your body rising up, up, and up until you were harshly hit against the scratchy fabric of his breeches.

Bringing you to your current predicament as he whisper-yelled in his gruff accent. Truth be told, you could understand every word he said, you just didn’t like speaking old english. Your mother tongue was much prettier.

“C’mere.” he huffed as he nearly caught you by the leg. You may not be able to fly, but you sure could climb away as you made your way further to the tip of him. You had almost made it before a slow approaching bead of viscous liquid rolled in your path. You were quick to move out of its way, unfortunately not quick enough to avoid Simon’s fingers as he dragged you from the safety of your shelter out into the abrasive open.

Your abdomen was pinched between his thumb and forefinger as he looked at you expressionless. Somewhere in the struggle, your leafy garb had shifted, rendering one of your breasts exposed. You quaked violently, but your mind insisted it was the cold. A deeper part of you knew the giant staring down at you may have had a small part in it.

“Now you listen ‘ere, I don’t know what you know abou’ people but ‘m not the type of man to enjoy someone poking round my bits while ‘m sleeping. How did you even get out of the jar?”

Willing yourself to calm down, you muster the defiance and bravery to resist. Crossing your arms, you glowered back at the giant.

“It’s cold.” You finally spoke up.

With a laugh that sounded like a breathy cough, the man roved his eyes over your near-naked form.

“So you do speak english. Could’a started off with that. And I'd bet you were cold, people don’t normally have their teats out in this kinda weather.” Simon mocked. You scowled at his words. If this had been a normal day, you’d already be wrapped up warmly in your little nook. It was entirely his fault you were out here like this and yet you were the one being lectured.

“I’m not a person! And I wouldn’t be cold or outside if you hadn’t taken me. How do you live with yourself? You greedy things. You’re all the same you take and take and- mmph” You’re suddenly interrupted by a light squeeze to your midsection.

“You wanna warm up so bad? Fine. ‘Ve got a way.” lust creeping into his tone.

Suddenly, your legs were being knocked apart. With a gentleness you wouldn’t think possible for a person his size, you feel the soft trace of his pinkie inching towards what rests between your thighs. Instinctually, your body tried to jolt away but with the tight hold he had on you there was nowhere to go. The little fight you had in you quickly faded as the pad of his finger covered the entirety of your cunt.

Fairies weren’t conceived in the way humans were, your own conception a mystery. You did not have parents, nor a family. You simply were. You had been for what could be measured in over a hundred years according to civilizations calendars. You had pleasured yourself many times before, your only company being your own fingers when the mysterious urge would come over you. It was never a feeling you dwelled on, always finding other ways to occupy your time.

But the feeling of his cool finger prodding at the juncture between your legs set a fire in the pit of your belly you couldn't understand. Your sensitivity was palpable as he began to shift the finger around, presumably trying to emulate what he would do to a regular woman.

You shuddered and your eyes began to flutter close at the feeling. Suddenly, his hand pulled away much to your initial disappointment only to be replaced by the heat of his tongue.

Now this was new.

“H-hey, wait-”

A squeal left you at the feeling of the warm, wet muscle butting its way in. Even just the tip of his tongue was too large to catch on to your entrance. It was overwhelming as you felt the lower half of your body drenched, the size causing a lack of precision that made you want to weep. So close, yet so far from what you needed.

You had to do something. You just had to.

As Simon began to maneuver you to lay back on to his palm you shook your and held your hands up to arrest his movement.

“Had enough already?” He questioned, tilting his head while his brown eyes sparked with a hint of debauchery.

Shaking your head, you closed your eyes and channeled your energy to the very core of yourself. You may regret this later.

Slowly but surely, your body began to stretch and warp itself as your size increased. Soon enough Simon’s hands adjusted to hold your growing figure as you assumed a more useful human form.

His eyes widened as he let out a breathy chuckle, exploring your much more touchable form. Whatever had scantily covered you before had been shed as you sat bare before him. Although you were the size of an average woman, the man in front of you still towered above, even when seated.

Maybe he really was a giant.

Taking a breath you steadied yourself by gripping his firm bicep, yet another large part of him. Grabbing your jaw with a single hand he softly moves your head upwards to face him. Without another word his lips were on you again, kissing at the delicate and untouched skin of your neck.

The sensation was unlike anything you’d ever experienced.You had been much alone for decades, though the critters of your forest kept good company through these times, there were many things they could not provide.

Large hands groped every bit of skin they could touch, as Simon reached your clavicle, you sharply inhaled as he began to bite at the skin. You felt lost, the only familiar feeling being wetness pooling between your legs as the unfamiliar bulge beneath you continued to press into your cunt.

You felt helplessly susceptible to his relentless attack, eyes going glassy from the strange pressure building in you. Your head began to lull, forehead pressing to Simon’s shoulder.

Grabbing the back of your head he raises you once again, snaking his free hand between your legs. “None of that, it’s alright, yeah? ‘M gonna take good care of ‘ya.” He reassured you as his thick fingers began to rub at your pearl.

It was when his mouth met yours that you truly gave up. No shame as a wanton moan came from you. He swallowed the sound and began to push his tongue through your lips much to your confusion, though as he pushed a little harder at your clit, you trusted that he knew what he was doing. Allowing him in, all you could feel was him.

Nothing else mattered.

He parted from you and urgently began guiding you to the ground. No longer did the chill in the air bother you as he began to take off his breeches. Pushing your thighs as far as they could part, he positions himself between them, tugging at his cock while looking at your pretty face.

So the songs were right.

His body shielded you from everything which surrounded the two of you. The cold, the outside world, the only thing keeping you grounded was the twigs that peskily poked at your back.

“I want you. I need you.” You begged. You didn’t know what this was, all you knew was that your insides roared for closeness.

“Do you even know what you’re askin’ for?”

He meanly slapped himself to your cunt. For the first time, you looked down to see where he had made the connection. You didn’t know how big a cock was supposed to be, but looking at the sheer difference between it’s hulking size and yourself you feared that he wasn’t the average man.

“I’ll fuck you if you let me. With this-” He waved the thing like a damn blade “You know what fucking means right? It’s gonna go inside of you.”

Absolutely not! It would ruin you. It would scramble your insides until they were so misplaced your poor body wouldn’t know what to do.

Your mouth fell slack as he gave your head a soft pat. Putting your hands to his shoulders, you shake your head in shock.

“Wait! wait that- no it won’t, that won’t fit!” You stammered as Simon compared his length to your belly.

“It’ll fit. I’ll make it fit.”

Repositioning himself, he drags the bulbous tip up and down while knocking into your clit a few times. You squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation, digging your fingers into his arms. The head of his cock slowly pushed in.

Simon gritted his teeth while restraining himself from slamming all the way to the base and gosh it was difficult. It had been so long since he felt the touch of a woman- fuck, a fairy, whatever the hell you were right now. Your little cunny squeezed him unbelievably tight and it was so warm.

He felt you try to push his chest closer to yours in a silent plea for closeness and he almost went dizzy. Obliging you, he puts a forearm to the right of you and then slips his left hand under your head to push you closer.

You whined as he cradled you, the action so soft as his hips continued to push through whatever resistance your muscles still held. Remembering the way he nipped at your flesh earlier, you found yourself with the urge to bite at the meat of his bicep. Indulging that urge, you heard a groan leave his lips and it's as if something snapped in the hunter.

Forgoing the snail-like pace, his cock slid in inch by inch until you were filled to the brim. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath. You felt so full. Is this what your body had been craving all along? This fucking. Had it been waiting for Simon to make his way to you?

You couldn’t be sure the logic behind all of this, but you did know that you needed him now. Peering up, you gaze upon his features and realize that perhaps humans do have a certain beauty to them.

“Please.” You asked.

And he answered. Slowly at first he began to thrust in, as your noises continued to grow louder the faster he got. Soon enough he began to hammer his hips to yours as you all screamed in ecstasy.

He fucked you and he continued to fuck you and it all felt so very good. You felt so drunk of the pleasure, as if one more thrust would kill you, yet if he stopped you would surely die.

“Please hunter, please!” Placing his forehead on yours, his breaths came heavy

“My name is Simon. Call me Simon.” Another thrust. “Do it. Say my name.”

HIs voice only spurred you closer and closer to some edge as your nails dragged against his skin.

“Say it love, say it.” He finally met your eyes as your body rocked with his every movement.

“Simon!” You called out as an overwhelming peak washed over you. Your cunt spasmed around him, trapping him there in your warm leaky mess as he chased his own high. You felt yourself go limp as he bit into the juncture between your shoulder and neck with a velvet moan.

And at the final slam of his hips, he pushed his entire body into yours. Your head pushed uncomfortably against the tree behind you with the weight. His cock fully sheathed into you as he unloaded every drop of cum he had to offer you, coating your insides with the gooey fluid.

There was silence until you let out an exhausted giggle. Simon looked down at you through long lashes and shook his head in amazement. In awe of you who so casually laughed while still speared on his cock and full of his cum.

Reaching for your hair he untangles a twig which had gotten caught in it. Stroking your loose strands, he broke the silence.

“Fuck the buyer, ’m keeping you little fairy.”

As he said that, a shooting star passed overhead. Fairies really were lucky.

#cod fanfic #simon riley smut #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #call of duty #ghost x reader #ghost cod #we're getting mystical #🧚‍♀️✨

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luceleste · 14 days ago

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The Devil You Chase

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pairing – Toji Fushiguro x f!reader monsterhunter!toji x vampire!reader summary – Toji knew how to kill monsters. He didn’t know what to do when one moaned his name and begged for him instead. She was supposed to be a danger to the world—but she was its last defense. He was supposed to finish her—but he wanted to fuck her until he forgot what he came for. Now, with his blood in her mouth and the truth clawing at his instincts, Toji has a choice to make. And it might just ruin him.

warning – MDNI, explicit SMUT, blood and violenece, biting, blood drinking, clawing, combat, dark themes, injuries during sex, possessive behavior, torture, murder, enemies to lovers, overstimulation, marking and bruising, monsters!AU, vampire!reader, monsterhunter!toji.

word count – 10.5k

notes – Toji and the reader are absolute feral freaks in this one! It’s definitely a big shift from my Duke story. Hope you guys enjoy it—let me know what you think!🤍

art by deltapork on IG! divider by @hyuneskkami

Toji knew he’d fucked up.

He should’ve killed you the first time he had the chance — when your throat was right there, bare and vulnerable beneath his blade.

But he hesitated. For a fucking split second. Something he’d never done before. Something he’d laughed at other hunters for — letting their instincts fail when it mattered most. But with you? Fast, wicked, smiling like a devil dressed in silk and red — you took that moment and ran.

You walked away with his blood on your fangs and a smirk carved across your face like you’d just won some cruel little game he hadn’t known he was playing.

You could’ve killed him.

You didn’t.

And that — that pissed him off more than anything else. That’s what got under his skin.

You knew who he was. Everyone in your world did. The ghost of a man who killed monsters for fun and cash — who left nothing behind but corpses and silence. No one escaped Toji Fushiguro.

But you did.

And you let him live.

Letting him bleed, stumbling in rage while you vanished into the night — that was your version of mercy. Or maybe it was mockery.

Maybe you just liked watching him lose.

Three fucking years of chasing your scent through alleys reeking of piss and neon, through ruined cathedrals choked in ivy, through forests where the fog never lifted and the trees bled when they cracked. Through city slums, ancient ruins and godless highways.

He’d slaughtered vampires just for breathing the same air as you — left entire covens burning in your wake, convinced he was getting closer. But you were always one step ahead. Always waiting with that smile, always prepared to disappear before he could close the distance.

A cat and a rat.

Some days, he wasn’t sure which one of you played which role.

And fuck if you didn’t look at him like you enjoyed it.

He still saw it—felt it—when he closed his eyes. That look you gave him the last time: your back to the wall, one of his blade shoved up against your ribs, and you had the audacity to laugh.

Like it was a joke. Like you were amused by it all.

He told himself it was about the bounty. Half a million to deliver your pretty little head on a platter. Bloody work, but easy.

At first, that was enough. But then the client changed. Then disappeared. Another name took their place. Then another. And with every new contract, the price went up. Doubled. Tripled.

He started asking questions—not because he gave a shit, but because the math didn’t add up.

The price on your head was high—even for someone as good at killing as Toji. He didn’t usually care about reasons. But this time, curiosity stuck.

You weren’t powerful. You weren’t royalty. Hell, you weren’t even all that savage— compared to some of the monsters he’d gutted, you were practically a puppy.

The questions wouldn’t leave him alone. They curled in the back of his skull like smoke—thick, toxic, persistent.

He didn’t give a shit about politics or vampire hierarchy, but something about this hunt had started to rot. The price, the silence, the way names kept changing without reason. And your face—always your fucking face— grinning like you knew something he didn’t.

So he started carving answers out of anyone who might’ve brushed shoulders with you. Biters. Leech nobles. Black-market blood traders.

Tonight, he’d gotten lucky.

The city never really slept, but this part of it had long been forgotten.

Four levels beneath a crumbling shopping complex, the air in the old parking garage was thick with oil, mildew, and blood. Fluorescent lights overhead flickered in broken intervals, humming like dying insects. Water dripped from a cracked pipe in the ceiling, echoing off concrete like a metronome for violence.

Graffiti stretched across the walls—gang tags, occult symbols, angry smears of red that might’ve been paint. Or not.

Broken glass crunched beneath Toji’s boots as he moved. The whole structure felt like it was holding its breath.

He didn’t care. He’d dragged the leech down here to bleed in private.

The vampire was slumped against the stained concrete, wheezing through broken ribs, arms twisted wrong, one fang missing—knocked out when Toji’s knuckles shattered his jaw.

Toji crouched in front of him. Bloody hands resting on his thigh, knife spinning lazy between his own fingers.

“You get one chance.” He said flatly. “You give me something useful, you walk outta here with your spine still inside your body.”

The leech spat blood, trembling. “You’re not gonna let me walk.”

Toji smiled, slow and humorless. “No. But you might crawl.”

He pressed the blade just under the vampire’s chin, lifting his face. “Now talk. You’ve seen her. You’ve heard things. I want everything.”

The vampire coughed, tried to laugh —but it came out cracked and wet. “I don’t know much… just rumors. The pretty one—they say she’s connected to Sukuna.”

Toji froze.

That name didn’t belong in this timeline.

It was myth. Legend. A warning scrawled in dead languages and sealed temples.

A simple bloodsucker like you? Connected to that?

His voice dropped, sharp and dangerous. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“I don’t know how.” The vampire choked, flinching as the blade nicked his skin. “But they say she’s trying to unseal Sukuna. That the seal’s breaking because of her—because she’s close to it, or tied to it, or… I don’t know, man. I’m just telling you what I heard."

Sukuna had been sealed away for centuries. No one knew where. No one knew how. And no one dared ask.

Because the only reason the world still turned—the only reason people still breathed, loved, fucked, and feared in peace—was because that monster stayed buried.

Toji grinned.

So that’s why your name was worth a fortune. That’s why this job smelled like blood and secrets.

But still… not enough answers.

“Is that all you know, leech?” His free hand fisted in the vampire’s blond hair and yanked his head back.

The leech’s breath hitched. His voice cracked with panic. “That’s all I know—I swear! Please, man, I told you everything. I don’t know anything else. Don’t kill me, please!”

Toji didn’t blink.

He looked down at the trembling wreck of a body in front of him—bones shattered, face caved in, blood pooling like a slow tide—and felt nothing.

Begging never moved him. Especially not from a bloodsucker.

“Yeah.” He said, almost thoughtful. “You did good.”

The vampire’s eyes flickered—hope sparking in them just for a second.

But he didn’t even get the chance to hold it.

Toji drove the knife up under his chin, straight through soft palate and skull.

The body jerked once, then slumped forward in silence.

He wiped the blade clean on the dead man’s shirt and stood. No ceremony, no pause. Just business. Almost boring, honestly—he didn’t even know how to fight back. Probably too young to have any real power.

Now things made sense.

A mission this big—tied to something as massive as Sukuna—deserved more than half a million. Hell, it deserved a few extra zeros.

Toji pulled out his phone, blood still drying on his knuckles, and scrolled to the encrypted number in his contacts.

If his client wanted to play games, they’d have to pay more. And start giving real answers.

You weren’t just a mark now—you were a fucking threat.

So now he knew what had to be done. You had to die.

This was a fucking catastrophe in the making.

And he was going to end it before it started.

—

The forest outside the city was quiet—too quiet for a place so close to civilization.

The moon hung low, filtering silver through a canopy of black-barked trees, and the earth was soft underfoot, rich with rot and moss. It was the kind of silence that only came before something violent. Toji knew it well.

He’d tracked rumors here. Whispers of a woman luring men from the town’s edge, vanishing with them into the trees. None had turned up dead, which was strange. Stranger still — none remembered what happened. Just fragments. A voice. A smile. The scent of flowers and blood.

Not in the city. Not in the ruins. Not in the cathedrals where monsters liked to kneel.

Here—where the roads turned to dirt and the fog never lifted. A fitting choice for someone like you.

Toji moved through it all like a shadow.

He didn’t make a sound.

The only thing keeping him company was the pulse—steady and mortal—of a man walking just ahead. Stupid. Clumsy. Laughing nervously as he followed a voice into the dark.

And just beneath that voice… was something else.

No heartbeat. No warmth.

Just that scent again.

He hated how much he liked it.

It clung to the trees like perfume and sin—sweet, iron-rich, with a whisper of something older underneath. Like blood spilled on roses left to rot. It didn’t belong in the living world. But it belonged to you.

He’d smelled it before. First time he tracked you, you left it behind on a pillow soaked in someone else’s blood. It had burned into his lungs, into his memory.

He hated it because he wanted more.

The deeper he went, the worse it got. The forest closed in around him—trees too tall, too close, bark split like old scars. Moonlight barely clawed through the canopy overhead, making the world below feel starved and breathless.

You were close now.

He could hear the human up ahead—chuckling nervously, caught in whatever spell you’d wrapped around him. “You sure this is the right way?”

Toji stayed low, moving with practiced silence through the trees.

Your voice came a beat later, smooth and dark as velvet. “Of course, baby. You’re not scared, are you?”

And there it was again.

That cadence. That ease.

No heartbeat to betray you. No breathing. Just sound and motion—like silk brushing over stone, like shadow sliding over skin.

Toji crept closer, boots muffled by moss. His spear was already in hand, fingers resting lightly on the guard. The blade—custom-forged for bloodsuckers like you—gleamed faintly in the dark. In his other hand, he carried a handgun loaded with bullets soaked in holy water.

Still, no sound. No breeze.

Just that scent again—richer now.

Goddamn.

It hit him like heat. Blood and dark fruit, sweet and spoiled and ripe with something rotten underneath. The kind of scent that crawled into your head and made you forget why it was dangerous. The kind of scent that begged you to chase it anyway.

He hated the way it made his pulse spike.

Toji reached the edge of the clearing and saw you before you saw him.

Or maybe you saw him first—and just didn’t care.

You walked half a step ahead of your latest victim, red silk clinging to your body like it had been made for you and you alone. Your laugh curled through the night like smoke, soft and seductive.

Toji’s eyes dragged over you. He didn’t mean to. Couldn’t stop.

You looked like trouble. You always did.

Your fingers grazed the man’s arm like a lover’s touch, gentle enough to make him forget himself. Your lips hovered close to his ear. He was smiling like a fool, drunk on the idea of being wanted.

“Don’t be scared, baby.” You whispered, fingers trailing up to his collarbone, easing his shirt open with a teasing flick. “If any big bad wolf comes to spoil our fun, I’ll protect you.”

Then, with a grin, you tilted your head—just enough to glance toward the shadows.

Toward him.

“Though between you and me.” You added, voice velvet-slick, still locking eyes with the hunter hidden in the dark, “I think the wolf might need protecting from me.”

Toji chuckled.

You were enjoying the game.

He moved—no warning, no words. Enough watching. You were dangerous. Not just to the fool in your grasp, but potentially to the whole world.

He stepped into the clearing like a blade being drawn—deliberate, heavy, precise. The moonlight caught the edge of his spear, glinting cold. His silhouette carved through the trees like a promise: sharp, inevitable.

You smiled, slow and unbothered.

That same goddamn grin that had haunted him for three years. Like none of this mattered. Like you’d expected him, and still found the whole thing amusing.

“Toji.” You said, voice soft as smoke. “Missed me?”

He didn’t answer.

He just stepped forward, grabbed the man by the collar, and shoved him hard toward the trees. “Get the fuck out of here.”

The human stumbled, blinking in confusion. “What? Who the hell—?”

“Did I fucking stutter?” Toji growled, flashing the blade at his side.

The man didn’t need a third warning. He turned and bolted into the woods, crashing through the underbrush, muttering something that sounded like “freaks” as he ran.

You sighed, watching him go. “Shame. He had such a pretty neck.”

Toji already had the gun half-raised, his eyes never leaving you. He didn’t expect you to run.

That was what made it worse.

You lingered.

Just like the scent you left behind. Like heat that refused to leave his chest.

A breeze stirred the clearing, catching the hem of your red dress—fluttering it like a dying flame. You looked more alive here, in the dark.

More dangerous.

Toji’s grip on the spear tightened.

“You were gonna drain him?”

You shrugged, slow and lazy. “Only a little. I don’t waste food.”

That fucking tone—like you were discussing dinner plans, not murder.

“You gonna kill me?” You asked, stepping closer without fear, bare feet brushing over the moss. “Or are you just here to cockblock?”

Toji took another step, closing the distance.

“Oh, I’m gonna kill you, leech.” He said, low and cold. “But not before you tell me everything. About Sukuna. And why the fuck you’re trying to bring him back.”

Your eyes flickered—just a flash. Surprise. So that’s what they told him. That’s what he thought this was all about.

Your gaze dropped to the blade in his hand, then climbed back up to his face. Steady. Calm.

Then that grin returned—sharper now. Something cruel behind it.

“Make me.”

Your smile lingered like a challenge.

Toji didn’t wait for you to strike first.

He lunged.

Fast as a bullet, spear slicing through the air in a deadly arc aimed straight for your ribs—but you ducked, barely, and your nails scraped across his forearm as you slipped past. Blood welled where you touched him—hot and immediate.

You were faster than he remembered.

He pivoted on instinct, elbow cracking toward your jaw. You caught it—barely—and the force still sent you stumbling back a step, breathless. Your feet skidded over moss, dress whipping around your legs. He didn’t give you a chance to breathe.

He pressed forward, blade flashing in the moonlight, slashing low to gut you. You jumped, twisting midair, and landed on all fours like an animal—feral and grinning.

“Oh, you really missed me.” you teased, fangs flashing.

He didn’t stop. He never did. He was already moving again, gun raised in his other hand, aimed, and fired—multiple times.

But you were gone in the blink of an eye, and not a single bullet hit you.

Then you were on him.

A blur of red silk and bare limbs—you slammed into his chest, knocking him back against a tree. Your hand closed around his throat, nails digging in. Your voice dropped to a purr near his ear.

“I remember you being quicker, hunter.”

His knee came up—hard into your ribs. You gasped, and he shoved you off, driving the butt of his spear into your stomach. You hit the ground with a thud, leaves and dirt flying.

You hissed—not in pain, but in pleasure.

“Fuck, so strong.”

You rolled to your feet in one fluid motion, already bleeding from a gash above your brow. But the scratches you gave him were red too.

“You’re bleeding.” You said, tongue flicking over your teeth like the sight thrilled you. Like you could taste it.

“So are you.”

You charged each other.

Flesh on flesh. Steel on bone. The clearing became chaos—grunts and growls, dirt kicked up, trees cracking under the force of bodies slamming into them.

Your claws tore across his ribs, and his already ruined shirt shredded completely beneath the strike— fabric ripping apart in your hands, baring hot skin and the surge of muscle underneath.

Blood sprayed. Breathing turned ragged. Neither of you yielded.

It was brutal, beautiful — like something that shouldn’t exist outside nightmares or need.

Toji landed a blow to your jaw that sent your head snapping sideways—but you retaliated, slamming your forehead into his and making him stumble back, dazed.

You pounced.

He caught your wrist mid-air and twisted—until something in your arm popped—but you just hissed through your teeth and sank your fangs into his shoulder.

“Fucking—!” he roared, slamming you into the forest ground.

Branches cracked beneath you both. You clawed at his chest—he punched the side of your ribs. Blood spilled, hot and fast. You gasped. He cursed.

His hands gripped hard on your throat.

And then—staring down at you, eyes burning, blood dripping from both your bodies—he hesitated.

Again.

Because your mouth was red with his blood, and your smile was still there, even through the pain. Because you looked alive. Because you looked at him like you knew him. Like you had him exactly where you wanted.

His hand was still pinning you down by your throat. Tight. Unrelenting.

But he didn’t press.

Didn’t finish it.

He just stared— face shadowed, blood trickling from the bite on his shoulder, chest heaving like he hated every breath that kept you both alive.

You tilted your head against the moss and smiled. Not sweet. Not kind.

Wicked. Bloody.

“What’s wrong, hunter?” You rasped, voice hoarse but smug. “Too scared to finish me off?”

That did it.

Something snapped in him—finally, violently.

Toji moved without thinking.

He grabbed your jaw, dragged your face up to his, and crashed his mouth onto yours like it was the last fucking thing he’d ever do.

Like he hated himself for it. Like he needed it more than air.

Your gasp was swallowed in the kiss—hot, rough, teeth clashing. It wasn’t romantic. It was war.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, reopening wounds you’d just left there. His fingers twisted in your hair—pulling, anchoring, devouring.

He tasted blood. Yours, his. He couldn’t tell.

And he didn’t care.

Your lips moved as eager as his, biting his lower lip hard enough to draw more blood, then licking it from his mouth like it was wine.

His blood tasted like your favorite dessert.

“Fuck.” He growled against your lips. “I should kill you.”

“Then do it.” You whispered, still breathless, still smiling. “But kiss me first.”

And so he did.

Again.

Harder.

Because nothing made sense. Because he wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Because the line between killing you and craving you had finally shattered—

—and he was too far gone to care which side he landed on.

His mouth was still on yours—relentless, punishing, like each kiss was a sin he meant to commit all the way through. Desperate. Eager.

Your legs curled around his hips without thought, pulling him closer until there wasn’t a breath of space between your bodies. Heat. Blood. Cloth torn in too many places. Nothing else.

One of his hands stayed tight around your throat—firm but not crushing, like a leash he refused to let go of. The other slid down, rough and unhurried, dragging over the curve of your ribs to your waist. He gripped it hard. Like he needed to feel you to believe this was real.

You arched into him, lips brushing his jaw as you whispered, voice dark with amusement.

“You look like you’re enjoying this more than you should, hunter.”

Toji let out a low sound — half-growl, half-laugh — and dragged his mouth down to your neck. No biting. Just the scrape of teeth against skin too hot, too sensitive, too alive. His breath burned where it landed.

“Shut up.” He muttered, voice frayed. “You talk too much.”

Then his hand slid beneath your dress.

His fingers found the bare skin of your thigh, slick with blood from the fight, but he didn’t hesitate this time. He gripped you tighter, dragging your leg higher over his hip as his mouth grazed your collarbone—and bit down, hard enough to bruise.

You gasped—clawed at his back. Rolled your hips up to meet the weight of him, teasing. Demanding.

He hissed through his teeth.

“You want this, leech?” He breathed, voice ragged, forehead pressed to yours. “Say it—say you want me to fucking ruin you.”

You didn’t answer him right away.

Instead, you smirked.

Then you rolled your hips again—slow this time, dragging the pressure right against him, knowing exactly what it would do.

Toji’s jaw flexed.

You leaned in, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Why ask if you already know the answer?”

His hand snapped back to your thigh—gripping harder now. Fingers digging into soft skin as he dragged them upward until they reached the edge of your panties.

He groaned—low, guttural—like he hated how soaked you already were for him.

“You fucking tease.” He muttered, brushing over the fabric, fingers pressing just enough to make you squirm. “Big talk for someone this wet for the man sent to kill her.”

And then he moved—parting your thighs, pushing the fabric aside, dragging a calloused finger through the mess he found.

His gaze flicked down to your face, watching.

You sucked in a breath—shivering, eyes fluttering for just a second—and he saw it. That flicker of need. Hunger. Want.

“Say it.” He growled, voice rougher now. “Say you want this.”

You locked eyes with him—bloody, beautiful, unafraid.

“I want you.” You whispered, defiant and honest. “Ruin me, hunter.”

That was all he needed.

His mouth crashed back onto yours—messier this time. Lips, teeth, tongue—no rhythm, no patience, just need. And his fingers slid into you without warning. Deep. Rough. Curling just right.

Your moan hit the back of his throat, and he swallowed it greedily.

Your body arched, chasing the pressure—desperate for more. And Toji gave it. His thumb dragged slow, brutal circles over your clit while his fingers fucked into you like he wanted to make you come from his hand alone.

“Fuck—you feel like sin.” He muttered against your lips. “You were made for this.”

Made for him.

You writhed beneath him, gasping into his mouth, hips bucking into his hand—but Toji didn’t let up.

But this time, he didn’t give you more.

Instead, he slowed down.

His fingers moved cruelly slowly now—deep, yes, but lazy. Controlled. Just enough to make your body beg for friction that never quite came.

You growled in frustration, fangs bared, eyes burning. “Don’t fucking play with me—”

He cut you off with a rough press of his thumb against your clit, just enough to make your breath hitch—then stopped again.

“Oh?” He smirked, his voice dark and low. “But I thought you wanted me to ruin you.”

“Toji—”

He dragged his fingers out of you entirely, slow and wet, making sure you felt every inch.

You bit back a moan—barely.

He lifted his hand between you, fingers slick with your arousal, and stared at it for a beat—he couldn’t decide whether to lick it clean or rub it across your mouth just to see you suck it off.

And instead, he smeared it across your inner thigh, possessive, like he was marking you.

“Dripping for me already—and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Then fucking touch me, hunter.”

That pulled a dark chuckle from him. His hand shot back up, wrapping tight around your throat again—firm enough to still your breath, but not stop it.

“You don’t get to order me around, leech.” He growled, eyes blazing. “You’re the one pinned under me.”

You didn’t flinch. You leaned into the grip like you liked it. Like it fed you.

“Then do something about it.” You hissed.

“Oh, pretty. I don’t think you deserve me already.” He muttered, voice thick. “Not after everything.”

He lowered his head.

You gasped as his mouth met your pussy—hot, open, greedy.

He didn’t ease in. He devoured you. Tongue dragging through the mess he’d already made of you, lips sealing over your clit and sucking with no mercy.

Your back arched again.

Toji groaned into you, fingers digging more bruises into your thighs to keep you spread wide, like he didn’t want to miss a single twitch of your body.

“Fuck—you taste so good.” He rasped against you before diving back in, slower this time, deliberate.

He licked you like he was memorizing the shape of your pleasure.

Flattened his tongue against your clit, sucked until your legs trembled—then backed off just before you tipped over the edge.

Again.

And again.

The way his mouth worked over you left no room to control. Every flick of his tongue was too fast, too sharp, and your body was beggining to quake.

You were almost embarrassed by how close you were already—God knew his ego didn´t need the boost.

You bit down hard on your knuckles, trying to resist the pull. But he groaned into you, low and hungry, and the sound vibrated through your core. Your thighs clenched around his head, helpless.

“You gonna come like this?” He teased, mouth slick, voice wrecked. “On my tongue like a desperate little thing?”

You couldn’t even answer—not with your body coiled that tight, not with the way he was licking into you like you were the last thing that could save him.

And when he slid two fingers back inside you—curling just right to press against the spot that made your vision blur— while his mouth stayed locked on your clit, you knew it was over.

Your body seized beneath him, a choked cry tearing from your throat. Legs trembled, toes curling, your fingers tangled in his hair as his name broke from your lips — gasped, half-muttered like a prayer turned curse.

Toji held you through it—mouth never leaving you, he wanted to taste all of it.

Even when you were shaking.

Even when you tried to push him away.

He kept going.

He wasn’t done ruining you yet.

“Too much—Toji.” You gasped, thighs twitching around his head, hand fisting in his hair like you didn’t know whether to pull him closer or shove him away.

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t even slow down.

Instead, he growled into your cunt again—deep, approving—like the sound of you breaking apart beneath him only made him harder.

“You think I care?” He muttered against your skin, voice muffled by your soaked heat.

Then he sucked—hard and focused—tongue circling your clit in a filthy rhythm while his fingers curled exactly where you needed.

Your moan shattered in your throat.

Every nerve lit up. Every breath felt like a scream you couldn’t let out. Your second orgasm hit faster than you could brace for it—violent, blinding, your entire body locking up beneath him.

“Fuck—look at you.” He rasped, finally pulling back just enough to speak—lips wet, chin dripping, eyes dark and wild. “Cumming so fuckin’ pretty for me.”

He kissed the inside of your thigh—mock-gentle—then bit down, hard.

You jerked.

“Want me to stop?” He asked, too soft to be kind, fingers still teasing lazy circles over your oversensitive clit.

You met his eyes—wrecked, trembling, still high from release—and hissed through your teeth.

“If you stop, I’ll kill you first.”

Toji grinned.

“Yeah.” He muttered, voice thick with need, reaching up to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. “That’s what I fucking thought, leech.”

You were still gasping, body trembling from the aftershocks, but your smirk was already creeping back.

“You look proud of yourself.” You murmured, voice raw.

Toji hovered over you, licking his lips, still tasting you.

“Shouldn’t I be?”

You dragged your nails down his chest, slow and dangerous.

“Cocky bastard.”

He caught your wrist mid-motion and slammed it into the moss beside your head.

“You came undone on my tongue like a slut, and you’re still mouthing off?”

His hips rolled forward, the thick press of him grinding into your slick heat. And this time, you couldn’t hold back the sounds you made.

Toji’s hands slid under your thighs again, rough palms gliding upward as he shoved your legs farther apart with zero grace. His lips clashed with yours again— punishing—while his fingers caught the hem of your dress and dragged it higher.

But the fabric clung. Damp with sweat. Blood. Heat.

He grunted against your lips, tugged harder—but the layers wouldn’t move fast enough. Wouldn’t give him what he wanted.

“Fuck this.” He growled.

And then you heard it—the sharp tear of fabric, loud in the stillness. He yanked the dress in two like it offended him, shredding it down the middle until it fell open beneath you like ruins.

You gasped, half from shock, half from the sudden rush of cold air on your overheated skin.

“Better.” He muttered, eyes dark as they dropped to your now-exposed chest. “So much better.”

His hands weren’t gentle—they were merciless.

They cupped your breasts like he’d been dying to touch them, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they peaked under his touch. And when he leaned down to suck one into his mouth—hot, wet, greedy—you arched off the moss with a gasp.

“Toji—fuck—”

He groaned low, teeth grazing just enough to make you flinch. Then he sucked harder. His other hand rolled your other nipple between his fingers—slow, rough, deliberate.

“You moan like this for every man who makes you bleed?” He rasped, breath hot against spit-slick skin.

You tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged.

“Only the ones who do it with their mouths.”

He chuckled—low, dangerous—and sank his teeth in again, harder this time. The pain made your folds clench around nothing, desperate and raw.

“You’re fucking insane.”

But he couldn’t stop touching you.

Wouldn’t stop tasting you.

And the way he was devouring your chest—lips swollen, jaw tight, breath ragged—made it damn clear:

You were driving him mad.

“I’m in no rush to fuck you.”

He leaned in, grazing your cheek, breath hot against your ear.

“Unless you beg for it.”

Your breath stuttered—but your eyes gleamed.

“Oh?” You whispered, lips brushing his. “Maybe you should be the one begging, hunter.”

Before he could taunt you again, you moved—quick, fluid, catching him off guard. One sharp twist of your hips, a push to his shoulder, and suddenly Toji was flat on his back against the dirt, and you were straddling him.

His eyes widened—then narrowed.

But he didn’t stop you.

Not yet.

Your fingers dragged down his chest, slow and confident, nails grazing over every muscle like you owned them.

“You think I can’t break you?” You purred, grinding down against him, deliberately slow. The drag of your slick heat over his cock made both of you hiss.

You leaned in, lips brushing his jaw, licking a stripe up the side of his neck.

“Fuck, Toji… you’re so fun when you’re trying not to lose control.”

His breath hitched—and still, his hands stayed at his sides.

Still not stopping you.

Your teeth grazed his collarbone.

Your hips rolled again.

“You gonna be good for me, Toji?”

Then—too fast to react—his hand shot up, fisting in your hair, yanking your head back to bare your throat.

“You’re playing a dangerous fucking game.” He growled, voice pure gravel, lips hot against your pulse.

And you barely had time to blink.

One second he was beneath you—the next, he’d grabbed you by the waist, hauled you up, spun you around, and slammed your back against the nearest tree.

Moss scraped your spine. Bark dug into your shoulder blades. Toji’s massive frame caged you in—one hand hooking under your thigh, lifting you, the other braced beside your head.

His forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged.

“You really think you can ride me, pretty?” He hissed, teeth bared, pupils blown wide. “You don’t even get to touch me unless I say so.”

You opened your mouth, but he didn’t give you a chance to speak.

He hooked both your thighs up, spread you wide, and lifted you higher like you weighed nothing. Your back scraped against the tree as he settled between your legs, hips grinding up—slow, punishing, all heat and threat and dark, dirty promise.

You choked on a gasp, your hands scrabbling for purchase—his shoulders, the bark, anything.

“Toji—”

He wasn’t gentle.

He devoured your mouth as he rocked against your core, not bothering to hide how hard he was, how much he wanted to ruin you. Tongue fucking into your mouth like he owned it, biting your lower lip until you whimpered, tasting blood again on your tongue.

“You beg.” He growled, lips trailing down your jaw. “You fucking beg me for it, or I’ll keep you like this all night.”

His mouth dragged down to your neck, biting.

“Pressed to a tree, dripping down your thighs, aching and empty while I don’t give you what you want.”

His cock—still covered—dragged through your wet folds again, making your back arch, your lips part on a trembling breath.

Just rubbed.

Teased.

Denied.

Your breath was ragged now, chest heaving, nails digging into his arms.

“Toji, please—”

His hand shot up and grabbed your breast—rough, possessive, mean. Pain bloomed through the heat, and your gasp was half-moan, half-snarl.

He leaned in closer, voice wrecked.

“Say it right, slut.”

Your pride screamed.

But your body?

Your body was already shivering, already breaking.

And he smirked against your throat.

“Beg, pretty thing.” He murmured. “I want to hear you fucking plead.”

You tried to hold his stare—tried to keep the smirk on your lips, the bite in your voice—but it faltered.

He was dragging over your clit with maddening precision. Just enough pressure. Never enough to satisfy.

Your nails raked down his back, scratching over wounds that were barely scabbed.

He didn’t flinch.

Didn’t even blink.

“Toji.” You gasped—again, useless, desperate.

He just kept grinding, slow, brutal, unforgiving.

Your thighs trembled around his waist, every nerve lit up and begging.

And still—still—he held you there, pinned between bark and muscle, his mouth cruel against your jaw.

“Look at you.” He growled, voice low and dark. “Fucking soaking me through my pants. You want it that bad?”

You bit your lip—hard. Blood beaded, dripped. Pride clenched in your gut. But your body… your body was done fighting.

“I want you to fuck me.” You whispered, breath shaking. “I want you inside—now.”

“Demanding, aren’t you?”

One hand dropped to his waistband, and he shoved his pants down just far enough, hissing as his cock sprang free—thick, flushed, leaking from how long he’d been holding back.

He shifted his hips—just enough to drag his cockhead directly against your entrance. You shuddered, thighs twitching to close, but he held them wide.

“Toji—fuck—please. Please fuck me, I need it—need you.”

His eyes flared.

And in the next second, the feral thing in him snapped loose.

“That’s more like it.” He snarled.

He thrust into you in one brutal, perfect stroke—no warning, no mercy, just depth.

You cried out—loud, raw, ruined—as your back slammed into the tree. Your legs locked around his waist instinctively, trying to take it, to anchor yourself as he filled you to the hilt.

Toji groaned like it hurt, forehead dropping to your shoulder.

“Fuck.” He growled against your skin, voice cracked and strained. “You’re so damn tight, pretty.”

He didn’t wait.

Didn’t give you a second to adjust.

He pulled back and slammed in again, harder, his pace feral from the start. Bark scraped your spine with every thrust, and you didn’t care—couldn’t care. You wanted him to make it hurt.

“Say it again.” He rasped, teeth dragging along your throat. “Say you need me.”

“I do—fuck, Toji—I need you—”

And the sound he made wasn’t human.

It was hunger.

It was possession.

He should’ve kept the rhythm steady. Controlled.

Should’ve made it last—made you suffer.

But the way you moaned his name—wrecked, breathless, honest—knocked the air clean out of him.

“Toji—”

Your voice cracked around it, full of need, of surrender. It wasn’t a weapon anymore. It was a plea.

His pace faltered. Just for a second. Just long enough for him to try and rein it in.

“My name sounds so fucking good on your lips, pretty.” He rasped, breath hot against your neck.

You tightened your legs around him.

“Toji.” You whispered. “Please—Toji, harder.”

His grip on your hips turned bruising—you knew it’d be purple by morning.

With a guttural growl, he slammed into you hard enough to make your teeth clack, his pace turning punishing, feral—like he needed to fuck the sound of his name out of your throat.

“This is wrong.” He growled. “So fucking wrong…”

You couldn’t form words. Just gasps, sobs, desperate clutches at him as your body took every brutal thrust and still wanted more.

Toji’s mouth found your jaw, your neck, your lips—biting, licking, devouring you like he was starved.

“You’re mine when you say my name like that.” He snarled, voice trembling with the force of his unraveling restraint. “Don’t you fucking stop, leech.”

You whimpered it again, cracked and broken on your tongue—“Toji…”—and it only drove him harder.

He fucked into you like stopping would kill him.

Every thrust was deeper, rougher, until the tree behind you shook with the force of it, until your moans turned into broken gasps, until your mind blurred with the sheer intensity.

“Toji—ah—fuck—”

Your head fell back against the bark, sweat-slick and aching, your body quivering with the edge he kept you on—again and again, just out of reach.

He was groaning now, deep in his chest, the sound of you unraveling was doing something to him. It hurt.

“Shit—fuck—you’re—” His voice caught.

He wasn’t supposed to lose control.

Wasn’t supposed to want like this.

But your cunt was gripping him like a vice, slick and hot and perfect, and the way you cried his name—

He was past reason.

And you—

You were trying so damn hard not to sink your teeth in again.

Your fangs ached, instincts flaring with every pulse of blood under his skin. His throat, his shoulder—so close, so vulnerable.

Your mouth hovered there, open, shaking, every thrust grinding you harder against the bark, each friction-soaked drag of his cock pushing you closer.

He noticed. Of course he did.

His pace didn’t falter—but his voice dropped, a low, dangerous murmur against your ear.

“Go ahead.” He growled. “You wanna bite me again, don’t you?”

You whimpered, shaking your head, but he chuckled darkly.

“Trying to be good for me, pretty?” His teeth dragged along your jaw.

You clenched around him, a sharp gasp catching in your throat.

He groaned—loud, ragged—and picked up speed.

You were already shaking, body too sensitive, every thrust sending sparks ricocheting through your nerves. But he didn’t slow down. He chased the sound of your moans, chased the heat, chased you.

And deep inside him—

Somewhere past the lust, past the chaos—

Something twisted.

It wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

Not with you.

Not with someone he was paid to hunt.

But when you cried out his name again, voice shattered and begging—he couldn’t stop.

Wouldn’t.

“Toji—please—I can’t—”

“You can.” He snarled, hand tightening under your thigh. “You fucking will. I’m not done.”

And still—your mouth trembled, teeth bared as instinct warred with restraint.

You didn’t want to bite him.

But he was breaking you.

And you were so close to breaking him too.

Your body betrayed you before your mind could stop it.

Overstimulated. Shaking. Ripped raw by the force of him—his cock pounding into you, his breath hot against your neck, his grip bruising, brutal, possessive.

You’d tried.

Tried so fucking hard not to bite.

But your head turned—mouth open, gasping—and when he hit just the right angle, when the tension snapped—

You sank your fangs into his shoulder with a cry.

The moment your teeth broke skin, he froze.

Not in shock.

Not in pain.

But in something else.

Toji’s whole body went rigid, a low, guttural sound clawing out of his chest like it had been buried under every wall he’d ever built.

It wasn’t a groan.

It was a fucking moan.

Rough. Wrecked. Almost worshipful.

“F-fuck—”

His blood soaked into your mouth—hot, thick, feral. His heartbeat slammed against your tongue, wild and addicting. And his cock—God—he throbbed inside you like your bite set him off. Like it unleashed something.

His hips slammed forward again, deeper, harsher, chasing.

“That—fuck—that feelin’—” He rasped, voice wrecked, panting. “What the fuck did you just do to me?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. You were still biting down, still sucking greedily as he kept fucking you, harder than before.

And he let you.

No—he wanted it.

His hand tangled in your hair, holding you to him like he needed the pain.

“Shit, pretty thing—your mouth’s fuckin’ dangerous.” He growled, head tipping back.

His pace turned animalistic—like he was chasing release through the pain, like your fangs drove him higher than anything else could.

The tree behind you shook violently, your moans muffled against his skin, his blood hot on your tongue, his cock dragging ruthless and perfect inside you.

He was losing it.

And loving it.

“Mark me—tear into me—I don’t care. Just—fuck—don’t let go.”

He liked it.

He liked the hurt.

And the way your teeth sunk in again—deeper—sent him barreling straight to the edge, no brakes, no shame, just ecstasy.

You didn’t know who was shaking more—you or him.

Toji was slamming into you like he needed it to live, your bite driving him wild, every thrust punching broken sounds from your throat. His blood was thick on your tongue, metallic and addictive.

You drank his blood like you were starving.

His breath was ragged in your ear, voice hoarse and barely human. “Fucking leech… you taste me like you’re in heat—shit—”

You could feel it in his pulse—every beat pounding into your mouth. He was close. So were you.

Your jaw unclenched.

You pulled back with a sharp gasp, fangs sliding free, mouth open and dripping, smeared in crimson.

His blood clung to your lips, your chin, glistening down your throat like something unholy.

Toji stared.

Eyes blown wide. Chest heaving. Still buried deep inside you—but stunned for a heartbeat.

“Fuck.” It came out low, reverent. A prayer in one breath.

You blinked at him—dazed, trembling, blood-slicked and ruined.

And it broke him all over again.

He grabbed your face—fingers smearing his own blood across your cheek as he kissed you like a fucking animal. Tongue licking into your mouth, tasting himself on you, groaning like it drove him insane.

“Messy fuckin’ girl.” He growled against your mouth. “You are the Devil.”

His hands grabbed your ass, hauled you up higher, hips snapping into you with a new kind of desperation. Your blood-soaked mouth lit a fuse in him he couldn’t put out.

“Wanna fuck you ‘til there’s nothing left of me.”

And from the sound of it—

He meant every word.

Maybe it was his pace—ruthless, faster now, his cock dragging over every spot inside you with maddening precision. Maybe it was the way his blood still coated your tongue, metallic and warm, your lips tingling from the bite. Or maybe it was the way he looked at you—

Like he was seconds from falling apart.

“Toji—” You gasped, voice slurred, head falling back against the tree. “Fuck—please—”

His hands gripped your thighs tighter, bruising, grounding himself in your flesh as he drove deeper, rougher, sweat and blood slicking your skin where it met his. His jaw was clenched, brows furrowed in something close to agony.

“You gonna come, leech?” He panted, mouth brushing yours—raw, desperate. “You gonna soak my cock with that tight fucking pussy?”

You whimpered, your walls clenching hard around him at the filthy sound of his voice. It dragged a groan out of him—low, ruined, dangerous.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He growled, slamming into you again, harder, meaner. “Not yet. Not until I say.”

“Toji—” Your voice cracked, and you clung to him, arms tight around his shoulders, nails dragging more blood down his back. “too much—”

He hissed into your ear. “You’ll take it.”

His hand snuck between your bodies, thumb finding your clit, rubbing circles that were just shy of cruel.

Your back arched. Your breath caught.

The edge hit like a freight train—and held you there. Quaking. Gasping. Your whole body tightening around him as he kept you right there.

Toji’s head dropped to your shoulder, his voice guttural, choked. “You feel that? Fuck—you feel how close I am, pretty?”

You nodded frantically, tears slipping down your cheeks, chest heaving against his.

“Good.” He rasped, still fucking you like he meant to break you. “Then fucking hold it. I wanna hear you scream my name when you fall.”

He was right there too.

Barely holding on.

Your body was already unraveling—but he wouldn’t let you fall.

He kept you pinned, suspended, every thrust cruel with restraint. Your thighs trembled around his hips, your breath coming in short, broken gasps, his name half-choked on your tongue. Your whole world had narrowed down to the pulse between your legs and the brutal rhythm of his hips against yours.

Toji’s jaw clenched, sweat sliding down his temple, muscles flexed and twitching with the effort of holding back. You could feel it—the tremor in his arms, the way his thrusts stuttered every time your cunt fluttered around him, the animal noise that kept building in his throat every time your voice cracked.

He was losing it.

But so were you.

Your nails raked down his back, raw and blood-slick from where you’d clawed him earlier. His blood still coated your tongue, warm and electric, and when you opened your eyes to look at him—really look—he was already staring at you.

Wild.

Ravenous.

Gone.

“Toji.” You whispered again, wrecked.

And that was it.

He slammed into you with a growl, the sound feral, tearing from his chest like he’d been holding it back for hours. He didn’t stop this time—couldn’t. He fucked you like he was possessed, pace brutal, cock driving into you so deep your entire body jolted against the tree with every thrust.

You screamed.

Couldn’t hold it anymore.

Your come like a wave of white fire—spine arching, mouth falling open, legs locking tight around him as your walls clenched hard and refused to let go. You sobbed his name—over and over—mind blank, body quaking as pleasure tore through you so violently it almost hurt.

Toji snapped.

He growled something guttural, unintelligible, and suddenly his hand was in your hair, yanking your head back to bare your throat. But it wasn’t dominance anymore—it was desperation. Worship.

“You fucking—gods, you’re squeezing me so tight—” His hips jerked, rhythm lost, every thrust now a frantic, sloppy drive for release. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna come—”

His whole body seized—then shuddered.

With a broken groan, he slammed in to the hilt and stayed, cock pulsing deep inside you as he emptied himself in thick, hot spurts. You could feel it. All of it. Every twitch, every tremor, his cum flooding your already aching cunt, leaking out around him from how hard you were still clenching down.

He was loud.

Raw.

The kind of sound you only make when you’re being ruined.

Toji’s forehead dropped to yours, his breath shaking against your lips, chest heaving. His arms trembled where they held you, legs locked, body still flexing with aftershocks as he kept thrusting small, shallow movements—dragging it out.

Drawing every drop of pleasure from both of you.

He was right. You were a mess.

Blood still smeared across your mouth. Skin slick with sweat. Your core still fluttering around him like you didn’t want to let him go.

You moaned softly, dazed, and leaned in—mouth brushing his cheek.

“You came so deep.” You whispered, voice ruined. “I can feel you everywhere.”

Toji growled again, but it was softer this time. Like surrender.

He didn’t pull out.

Didn’t speak.

Just pressed you tighter to the tree, his body still inside yours, heart pounding so hard you could feel it through his chest.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Breathing each other in.

Wrecked.

Changed.

The forest was still now.

Silent, save for the rough, uneven sound of your breathing and Toji’s heart thudding loud against your chest. The bark bit into your back with every small shift of his body, but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to move.

And neither did he.

His forehead was still resting against yours, skin damp, mouth slightly parted like he couldn’t catch enough air. His arms, always strong, always brutal, now just held you—steady, grounding, as if letting go would undo something neither of you were ready to name.

You blinked, slowly, dazed. A little high. A little wrecked.

Toji… Toji was staring at you like he didn’t know what the fuck he’d just done.

And he couldn’t bring himself to regret it.

Your hand slid up, shaky fingers brushing through the mess of his hair. He didn’t stop you. He leaned into it, just slightly. And when your blood-slick lips pressed the softest kiss to his cheek—gentle, not hungry—his eyes fluttered shut for a breath.

“You okay?” You whispered.

It came out hoarse, almost too quiet. But it cut through the haze.

Toji didn’t answer right away. His hand slid down from your thigh, tracing your skin slowly, almost reverently, like he was grounding himself in the reality that you were still there. Still in his arms. Still wrapped around him.

“I should be asking you that.” He spoke—rough, low.

You let out a breathless huff—half a laugh, half a sigh—and let your forehead fall into the crook of his neck. You could still feel him inside you, thick and warm and unmoving, like he was staking his claim with more than just words.

“I’ll live.” You murmured, letting your lips graze his pulse.

Toji let out a quiet grunt, but he didn’t pull away. He just shifted enough to ease you from the tree, cradling you like he didn’t trust your legs to hold. You hissed as the movement made you feel everything again—every inch of stretch, every bruise, every pulse of afterglow that hadn’t faded yet.

“Shit.” You muttered. “You’re gonna make me limp back out of this forest.”

He smirked—tired, but cocky. “Could carry you.”

You rolled your eyes, but your fingers curled into his chest anyway.

“Shut up.”

Toji’s hand smoothed over your lower back, slow and rough. Protective. Almost absent. Like he didn’t realize he was doing it.

For a long, quiet moment, you both just breathed.

The sky above you was dark now, dusk settled deep into the trees. The only light came from moonlight filtering through the leaves—and the way it caught in Toji’s lashes, the sharp line of his jaw, the blood still drying along his neck.

Right now, like this—half-naked, breathless, ruined in each other’s arms—you weren’t thinking about the seal, or the enemies, or how fucked this all was.

Just him.

Just this.

Just the way his thumb now stroked your hip, slow, like a promise he didn’t know he was making.

Eventually, Toji moved.

Not far—not away. Just enough to pull out slow, making you both shudder, and lower you gently to the mossy ground. It was softer here. Cooler. Damp with night, but you didn’t flinch when your bare skin touched it.

He didn’t leave.

The frenzy had passed, but your body still hummed with the aftershocks—nerves raw, skin flushed, blood cooling in sticky streaks where your mouth had found him, where his hands had left their claim. Toji lay beside you on the moss, one heavy arm slung across your stomach, chest rising and falling against your side, damp with sweat.

You stared at the canopy above—leaves rustling, moonlight slanting through in thin, trembling beams—trying to gather your thoughts, your breath, your self.

But everything was tangled now. Lust. Blood. Him.

Toji exhaled deeply, almost like he’d forgotten how.

His voice came low, gravel-rough and tired. “Fucking hell…”

You almost laughed. Almost.

Instead, you turned your head toward him, eyes half-lidded. “So…” You murmured, your voice hoarse. “Are you still going to kill me?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Didn’t tense. Didn’t move.

Just stared at the same canopy you had, his jaw tight, expression unreadable in the dark.

Then—

“I think so.” He said.

Quiet. Almost too quiet.

You blinked. A hollow sound echoed in your chest, too deep to be surprise.

“I mean…” He went on, eyes still fixed on the stars. “That’s why I came here, isn’t it?”

You didn’t speak. Just waited.

His fingers twitched on your stomach.

“But I don’t—fuck.” He shut his eyes, rubbed his face like the words themselves burned. “I don’t know what the hell this is. What you are. What we just did.”

He turned to you, finally, face shadowed but eyes burning.

“You’re still a threat.” He muttered. “That’s what I keep telling myself.”

But his hand didn’t move.

Didn’t leave your skin.

“You can’t fucking release that demon back into the world. I have to kill you.”

And yet… his eyes didn’t look like those of a man ready to finish a job.

They looked lost.

Like someone already breaking the rules.

Like someone who’d tasted something forbidden—and was already addicted.

You didn’t speak right away. The silence between you felt sharp, like a blade hovering between your throats, waiting to fall in either direction.

But his palm still rested over your ribs, steadying you. Feeling the rise and fall of your chest.

So finally, quietly, you spoke.

“They lied to you.”

Toji didn’t flinch. But his fingers stilled.

“I’m not trying to weaken the seal.” You said, voice soft but unwavering. “Because I am the seal.”

He blinked, slow. His brow pulled taut.

“They’re the ones trying to release Sukuna.” You continued, each word low and measured. “But I’m the only thing keeping him in. My blood. My body. My life. That’s what holds him back.”

Silence.

Not denial—just tension. The pause of a man who didn’t know how to respond.

“If I die.” You said, quieter now, “it’s over. No spell, no ritual, no backup. I’m the last thing between him and the world.”

His jaw tightened. You could see him trying to cling to what he was taught—what he was paid to do. But his grip on that certainty was slipping.

And you saw it—the flicker in his eyes. The start of doubt.

The start of belief.

“I’ve spent centuries containing him.” You whispered. “I’ve bled for it. Starved for it. Hunted and hidden and given up nearly all my power to maintain it. And I’ve killed anyone who came too close to disrupting that balance—except you.”

You looked at him fully now, eyes bare and steady.

Toji swallowed hard. Slowly.

“His worshippers were the ones who hired you, I suppose. They claim he’ll purify the earth.” Your eyes deviate for the night sky. “But I’ve seen what his purification looks like.”

And you said the final truth, quiet but sharp:

And then, with a quiet certainty that cut deeper than any threat:

“If you finish the job… he comes back. And everything burns.”

At first, his jaw clenched tighter, fists twitching as if struggling against the pull of your words. The world he thought he knew was unraveling before him, shaking him more than he wanted to admit.

His dark, stormy eyes flickered between suspicion and doubt, searching your face for a lie—but finding only raw truth.

Slowly, he pulled his hand back, like letting go of a fragile thread he wasn’t ready to lose but couldn’t hold any longer. He sank down to sit on the floor.

His voice was rough, low, edged with frustration—and something almost like pain.

“Why should I believe you?”

You sat down beside him, voice steady. “I don’t know if you should, Toji. But it’s the truth.”

“After everything I’ve done? After all the blood I spilled, thinking I was stopping a threat?”

His fists clenched at his sides, trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. “They lied to me. Used me like a damn tool.”

His chest heaved, eyes wild yet searching yours—as if he wanted to hate you, but couldn’t quite.

“This whole time, I was killing for a lie.” His voice cracked with bitterness and confusion. “And you… you’re the one keeping that demon locked away?”

Toji’s anger slowly dissolved into exhaustion. His body slumped against the rough bark of the tree, eyes closing briefly like he could shut out the weight of the truth you’d just laid bare. The silence between you stretched — heavy, but no longer hollow.

Carefully, you crawled closer, your fingers slipping into his hair. You brushed through the dark strands gently, a quiet gesture meant to soothe the tension still coiled in both your chests.

He tensed at first, instinctual, then let out a ragged breath and leaned into your touch. His eyes cracked open, just enough to find yours. There was a storm behind them — confusion, pain, rage — but beneath all that, something softer flickered. Something like trust.

“You don’t have to do this alone anymore.” You whispered, voice low but steady. “We’ll find the bastards who set you up… gut them for trying to use you.”

His breath hitched.

And for the first time, the sharp edge of him dulled. Toji let himself fall against you, his arms coming around your waist — hesitant at first, then tighter. Desperate.

You held him just as fiercely, pressing your forehead to his shoulder. The world beyond this moment — the lies, the blood, the threat of Sukuna — it all slipped away. Here, there was only the warmth of his skin, the thundering of your heart, and the fragile hush of survival.

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m feeling.” He muttered, voice rough and muffled against your skin.

You smiled faintly, your lips brushing his collarbone. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

And in the quiet, with his breath on your neck and your heart in his hands, something shifted. Not a declaration. Not safety. But something real.

A fragile promise. A tentative beginning.

The night had thinned into silence, and the trees no longer felt like they were holding their breath. Toji sat beside you, one knee bent, head tipped back against the bark, as if trying to breathe in something other than blood and regret.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t have to.

For the first time in years, maybe centuries, you weren’t holding the seal alone.

And Toji wasn’t just a weapon anymore.

The air grew lighter by degrees. You could feel it in your skin. In your bones.

The sun was coming.

You turned your face to the east, eyes scanning the silver horizon.

Then you felt it.

His hand—rough, warm—closing around yours.

You looked over, and Toji was already on his feet, hair tousled, eyes still dark but steadier now. Not soft. But clearer.

“Sun’s almost up.” He muttered. “We should go.”

Your brows lifted slightly. “Go where?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just offered you his hand again.

And when you hesitated—just a breath, just a beat—he gave you a look. One that said this isn’t over, but I’m not walking away from you.

“You were the one saying you’d help me cut those pricks open, weren’t you?” He said, a real smile tugging at his lips — not smug, not cruel. Just… honest. “Let’s go home.”

You couldn’t say what made you believe it — that this time, home might actually be real.

But you took his hand.

And as your fingers closed around his, stained with blood and forgiveness, you knew: Whatever came next, you wouldn’t face it alone.

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Queer masterlist

The goal of this masterlist is to get all the LGBT+ stories in only one place so y'all can browse thru them easily (all the stories are also in their respective monster masterlist). This includes any stories that include m/m, f/f, trans characters or other queer identities.

Long-ish stories

Helping neighbors (orc x minotaur x fem!reader)

[SFW] Misunderstanding your werewolf boyfriend (gn!reader)

The bratty human and his vampire dom (male!reader)

Pastel colored girlfriend (fem!vampire x fem!reader)

Sulfur (gn!reader)

Worshipping the doctor’s pussy (fem!succubus x fem!reader)

Bear daddy (were-bear x gn!witch x gn!reader)

[Commission] The hole in the wall (Orc x minotaur x werewolf x chubby trans masc!reader)

[Commission] Quest to ecstasy (Monsters (werewolf, gator-monster, pale man) x transmasc!reader)

[Commission] Tangled in you (Fem!orc x fem!elf (3rd person))

[Commission] Mark me, mate (male!reader)

[Commission] Ruined skirt (succubus x trans fem!reader)

[Patreon Commission] Monster-tale (tentacle monster x fem!OC x fem!reader)

[Commission] Measuring tape (mothman x trans masc!reader)

Read the contract (unicorn x male!reader)

Chasing the bounty hunter (griffin x gn!reader)

[SFW] Why are you peeing on my petunias (gn!reader)

[Patreon commission] Are you stupid? (minotaur x fem!human x chubby fem!reader)

[Patreon Commission] Intergalactic idiots (alien x orc x fem!reader)

Tentacled (gn!tentacle-monster x fem!reader)

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Requests

The morning after (orc x minotaur x fem!reader) (Helping neighbors part 2)

Pussy for breakfast (orc x minotaur x fem!reader) (Helping neighbors part 3)

Untitled (fem!werewolf x fem!reader)

Feral creature (male!reader)

“Use your words, pretty boy” (male!reader)

Hang in there (pun intended) (male!vampire x fem!demon x fem!reader)

Burn me down (male!reader)

The abandoned pool (gn!water-monster x fem!reader)

Three heads are better than one (nb!cerberus x fem!reader)

Three heads are better than one: the day after (nb!cerberus x fem!reader)

“Rain on me” or how to unlock a new kink (gator-monster x male!reader)

The magic drink (incubus x succubus x fem!reader)

Sleep paralysis demon (fem!monster x gn!reader)

When the heat comes (werewolf x trans fem!bunny hybrid)

Do you need a reminder? (bull-hybrid x cow-hybrid x chubby fem!reader)

Storm (gn!reader)

Sweaty (orc x minotaur x chubby male!reader)

Sinner (biblical angel x gn!reader)

Helping-tentacles (tentacle-monster x transmasc!reader)

Gymbro dragon meets human dude (male!reader)

Interspecies relationship (elf x gn!reader) [SFW]

Peace (biblical angel x male!reader)

Cryptid dance (trans!mothwoman x fem!reader)

Pretty little red dress (were-dinosaur x male!reader)

Movie worth (alien x trans!male reader)

Monster smash (part 3) (minotaur x dragon x lizard woman x fem!reader) [SFW]

Pentagram (fem!demon x fem!reader)

Domming the minotur (minotur x trans male!reader)

Strap on (fem!vampire x fem!reader)

Battleground (orc x male!reader)

You gotta be squidding me (merman x male!reader)

Bratting to close to the dom (werewolf x trans masc!vampire reader)

Both? Both. (dragon x dragon x fem!reader)

The most prized possession (dragon x gn!reader)

Perfect date (fem!dragon x fem!reader)

Chocking on air for you (merman x gn!reader)

Knotting out boyfriends (wolf-hybrid x puppy-hybrid x puppy-hybrid fem!reader)

Professor-fucker (naga x male!reader)

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Most of the txt stories are non-gendered, those are classified in the individual monster masterlist you can find in my main post here.

I do not consent to have any form of reproduction, replication, or translation of my stories without my explicit consent. This includes reposting my stories on other websites, platforms, etc.

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suiana · 2 years ago

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✎ masterlist part 2 . . .

yandere villain x gn reader x yandere hero part 2

yandere general

yandere celebrity

yandere side character

yandere octoman

yandere drider

yandere teacher

yandere janitor

yandere sugar baby

yandere sugar daddy

yandere slasher

yandere fiancé

yandere auctioneer

yandere vampire

yandere milf

yandere cosplayer

yandere hero

yandere ex crush

yandere monster

yandere rich girl

yandere boss

yandere blade oneshot (hsr)

yandere tomie

yandere platonic grandpa

yandere sahsrau

yandere academic rival

yandere female best friend

yandere twins

yandere food delivery driver

yandere immortal

yandere god

yandere sleepy bf

yandere imaginary friend

yandere yoga teacher

yandere wedding planner

yandere burger chef entity

yandere figure skater

yandere cannibal

yandere dad's loser bestie

yandere french fry chef entity

yandere platonic clown

yandere catboy

yandere loveless loser

various yandere mr loverman drabble

yandere detective

yandere mean boy

cute classmate

soft girl

soft boy

yandere female lead

yandere camboy

yandere lucky fella

yandere rich guy

platonic yandere himbo

yandere mobile phone plan shop worker

yandere younger brother's best friend

yandere killer harem

yandere cringe loser harem

yandere one eyed monster

yandere prison warden

yandere rental boyfriend

yandere tsundere

yandere foreign exchange student masterlist

yandere masseur

yandere teddy bear

yandere "good boy"

yandere genius

yandere shortie arsonist

yandere golden retriever

yandere death god and yandere life god

blue eyed yandere

yandere infected harem

yandere sweetheart

yandere manager

yandere influencer

yandere first date

yandere singer

yandere enemy

rewind?

out of pocket yandere

yandere argenti (hsr)

yandere fwb

yandere seller

yandere t-rex hybrid

yandere lifeguard

yandere sunday (hsr)

yandere bounty hunter

yandere jingyuan (hsr)

yandere co actor

yandere criminal

yandere polar bear hybrid

yandere ghost husband

yandere gym rat

yandere beast

yandere demon harem

yandere casino owner

yandere malewife

masterlist part 3

#masterlist #yandere masterlist #tw yandere #yandere x reader

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violetbutterflix · 9 months ago

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Kinktober masterlist here!

2.Vampire Chuuya:

Warnings: biting, marking, light bondage, and fem!reader

Summary: As a vampire hunter, it’s your duty to protect civilians from danger—especially from bloodthirsty vampires that rise with the night. It’s your job to capture the most wanted vampire in the village, not the other way around.

You are on night duty, walking through the forest to ensure no intruders enter the village. It’s so quiet that you can hear your own breath, along with the familiar sounds of the forest animals. Normally, this wouldn’t bother you, but after a traumatic experience you've had in the past, you’ve learned never to let your guard down. Suddenly, you can feel predatory eyes watching you, waiting for the right moment to attack.

Instinctively, you turn around and find a figure dangerously close. The dim moonlight illuminates his face just enough to reveal his features. It’s another vampire—one whose face you’ve seen on wanted posters. He carries a high bounty, making him the top target for other vampire hunters. Without hesitation, you draw your pistol and shoot.

Usually you would give a warning, but not this time. Chuuya dodges the silver bullet effortlessly and then raises a leg to hit you in the side of the face. You deflect the attack with your arm, forcing him to retreat and jump back. With some distance, you raise your pistol again and aim at him a second time.

“I will not miss this time.” You threaten, your cold ice eyes sharply fixed on him.

Now that you have a better look at him, you have to admit. He looks very handsome with soft ginger hair, probably the one with the most attractive vampire you’ve encountered in all of your years hunting them down. The trim of his fedora hat covers his eyes, giving him that mysterious aura that makes you want to discover more about his identity.

"Another damn vampire hunter in my territory. You must have a death wish." Chuuya ignores your threat, cracking his knuckles twice, each time with a loud sound. With a wide smirk, he says, "Good, I was bored as hell anyway. Do me a favor: don't die too fast.”

You shoot again, directly at him. He doesn't even try to dodge as he charges toward you. There's no way your bullet can miss—you're sure of it. So where is it?

Your eyes widen when you see the bullet clenched between his white teeth. Instinctively, your free hand reacts, throwing a punch at his face. His quick movements allow him to easily escape your strike, but you manage to brush against his hair. Then Chuuya vanishes into thin air.

Now you understand why his bounty is so high—not many vampires can teleport like that. He clearly has far better combat skills than the others you've killed before. Before you can figure out where he’s gone, an arm wraps around your neck from behind. You twist your head, aiming your pistol at his chest, and shoot again. But he raises his leg, kicking the pistol out of your grasp. The silver bullet misses his heart, hitting the side of his chest instead. His suit tears, revealing a small trail of blood.

His arm tightens around you, making it hard for you to breathe. His free gloved hand holds both of your wrists behind your back as he pins you against a nearby tree. “You seem to forget that we vampires get stronger at night, huh?”

“Fuck you vampire…” You curse, trying to escape his tight grip, but unfortunately, you can't. His arm leaves your neck, reaching into your pocket. Then you feel something against your wrists, a hard material holding them in place. Is Chuuya using your own rope to tie you up?

“A feisty one, huh?” he smirks, softly whispering as he nibbles the shell of your ear. Your threats mean nothing to him; they're rather amusing.“You better watch your words. You’re under my control.”

His other gloved hand travels to your chest, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. He aggressively pulls the fabric down to your back, revealing your clear, glowing skin under the moonlight. His hand moves to your face, covering your eyes as he tilts your head. You feel his tongue on your skin, trailing from your shoulder to your neck, as if he’s savoring a delicious five star dish before him.

He opens his mouth, revealing long, sharp fangs before sinking them deep into your flesh. You groan in pain as he drinks your blood hungrily, as though he's been starved for centuries, and your blood is the only thing that can quench his thirst. It’s like a drug to him, making him crave more until he's completely overdosed. His legs in between yours, knee slowly rubbing against your crotch.

You feel absolutely disgusted by him sucking your blood and by allowing yourself to be this vulnerable. And you're even more disgusted with yourself for enjoying it, taking some form of pleasure despite the pain.

“You wanted this, don't you doll?” Chuuya teases, kissing the area that he has bitten on your neck. “You think I haven't seen how you always try to chase after me these months like a desperate little slut? Now look at you; you're here and looking at me with those pretty eyes of yours.”

You hiss, not denying his assumption. “Like what?”

His lips move down to your exposed shoulder, dropping small kisses. “Like you want to be eaten.” He bites you again, harder than before. You can feel his fangs pierce deeper, almost reaching your bones.

You let out a moan, the sound echoing through the silent forest. Chuuya laughs when he hears such a cute noise. His hand trails down to your chin, tilting your head as his thumb traces your lower lip. He then places a forceful kiss on your lips, biting your lower lip. You kiss him back, giving him a taste of his own medicine, as your tongues fight against each other, neither of you willing to give in during this heated moment. His knee separates from your crotch, replacing with his growing bulge inside. You can feel how big it is. Your panties get wetter every second.

He pulls away, causing a strand of saliva to form between your wet tongue and his. “Fuck, doll, I think I’m starting to like you now.” His mouth returns to assault your skin, biting you until you're covered in his marks, claiming his territory. You are his joy, his prized possession in life.

"You're mine. The only one who gets to see you like this and take your blood is me. Understood?”

You don't object to his claim, only nodding as you moan. You need him badly, your body craving for him to fuck you however he wants—to be at his mercy. He understands that too. “So fucking wet for me already? How cute.”

Eagerly, he pulls down your pants to your ankle and your panties in a swift motion; his own pants and boxers fall down right after. Both of his hands are now settled on your ass, spreading your cheeks as he puts his free huge cock in the middle.

“The night is still young, so let's get the fun started, pretty doll.”

@thewickedjazzy

#bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #vampire chuuya #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya smut #kinktober #mdni

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seethesin · 2 years ago

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vampires everywhere!

pairing: Vampire!Hazel Callahan x F!Monster Hunter!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, hazel & reader are 18+, supernatural/vampire au, blood kink, heavy petting, biting, cunnilingus, teasing (18+, mdni)

a/n: based on the request by anonymous found here. i know i said i'd wait until we got closer to halloween, but this idea had a chokehold on me. gif pack/gif credit.

click here for part two!

"You came."

There's genuine relief in your target's disembodied voice as you enter the mausoleum. You look around frantically, squinting to try and adjust to the darkness. It's impossible though and suddenly, your hostess drops from the ceiling. She lands neatly on her feet, looming over you as she rocks gleefully on her heels. Startled, you back into the door.

She stands at average height with unkempt brown hair. Her skin is translucent; even in the dark, the blue plume of her veins crawls up her neck. A broad, boyish smile plays on her lips, revealing a pristine pair of fangs.

"I'm Hazel."

On instinct, you draw your silver stake. The tip presses precisely into her chest and she smirks.

"Feels like someone's happy to see me tonight."

You dig the stake deeper, watching as it tears a hole through her shirt and pierces her skin. Moments later, the scent of rotting, burning flesh fills your lungs and you cough. Droplets of blood drip from the wound and carefully, Hazel uses her middle finger to clean up the excess. She slips the digit in her mouth, sucking it clean as her skin sizzles against the silver. Her cheeks hollow sinfully and you gulp, your mouth watering.

You were disgusted with yourself. You were supposed to kill her, not fuck her.

"I'm thrilled," you respond blankly, gripping the hilt of your weapon steady. "Thrilled to dispose of another leech."

Hazel sneers, leaning back so that the tip of your stake unsheathes itself from her flesh. Moments later, the wound begins to heal itself.

"We both know that's not the reason," she singsongs, glacier-blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

Okay, maybe it's not the entire reason.

Through the monster hunter grapevine, you heard of a nightclub that hosted some high-profile fiends—The Last Drop. Many of the frequent flyers had bounties on their heads and you were eager to cash in.

As you spent your nights staking the place out, there was one person that you always noticed. It was the girl currently hovering over you, wearing her smile like a gold star on her chest. Like clockwork, Hazel left every time by four in the morning. Where she went after that you didn't know. But you would be lying if you said she didn't distract you from your main mission.

Hence why you were currently in this predicament. Curiosity got the best of you tonight and you followed Hazel back to whatever this was. Her lair? Her home? Her timeshare?

A snarky comment is readied on your tongue, but it dissolves as soon as you feel her mouth on yours. Your eyes go wide as saucers and your grip on your weapon falters. The stake hits the floor with a clatter that echoes throughout the high ceiling. Hazel's tongue slips between your parted lips and you taste the iron of her blood. Her fangs graze against your lower lip, drawing blood that she laps up eagerly.

Regaining control, you rip your face away from hers. Your breathing is shallow as you stare at her, bewildered. Hazel cackles in delight, drinking the sight of your swollen and bloody lips.

"I can read your thoughts, sweetheart. Don't they teach you that in Van Helsing school?"

Blush crawls up your neck and you lean into the door, defeated. This was beyond humiliating. To be completely bested by your enemy like this was difficult to recover from. You refuse to look at her willingly, but she closes the distance between you again. Her fingers pinch your chin, tugging it up so that you're forced to look at her.

Suddenly, you're dragged up the door, caged in between Hazel's arms. Her palms are planted at each side of your head and her thigh slips in between your legs.

"Guess not," she mutters, clearly amused.

The pressure of her thigh against your cunt makes you gasp. The rough denim of her jeans brushes against pussy, making you cant your hips. You refuse to admit it out loud, but you want more.

Thankfully, Hazel doesn't need to hear you say it.

Her hands grip your hips, holding you steady as she drags you down the length of her thigh.

"Oh god," you whisper, eyes screwed shut as you dig half moons into your palms. The sensation felt too good.

"Like that?"

You go mute. Hazel huffs, pushing you back up the length of her thigh.

"Gotta use your words," she urges and your eyes shoot open into a glare. Hazel's stupid grin does not falter as she leers predatorily at you. "If you don't, you're not cumming."

You whine.

It comes out before you can filter your thoughts. Your hands fly to your mouth, glancing up at Hazel as her intimidating stare melts into something mirthful.

She begins to laugh, adding to your embarrassment.

"There she is."

Her knee remains pressed into the wall, watching you expectantly. Defeated, you roll your hips, stealing friction between the fabric of your clothing. Eagerly, Hazel leans in. Her mouth is on your skin, kissing across your jawline and down the slope of your neck. You feel her teeth graze your flesh before quickly, her fangs pierce into your skin.

You moan, reflexively jerking away before leaning back into Hazel's unnaturally cool touch. Her tongue pokes out from her mouth, lapping the blood that drools from your fresh wound. Her hands slide into yours, pinning them against the door. She removes her thigh from between your legs and you whimper at the loss of contact.

"If your blood tastes this good," she begins, removing one hand from your wrist, only for the other hand to gather them both between her fingers. She presses your wrists back into the wall as her free hand sinks down your abdomen. Her hand slides to your pants, fingers sliding up the length of your clothed cunt. Your blood roars in your ears.

"I can't imagine what your pussy tastes like."

"Then do it."

Your statement is so immediate it makes Hazel flinch. She blinks in shock, looking up at you with the same surprise you experienced minutes ago.

"Yeah?" she asks and you nod curtly.

"Don't make me change my mind, leech."

Hazel beams.

Quickly, she brings you back onto the floor. Your fingers are at your pants, unzipping and unbuttoning the fly before shoving them down your thighs. You shimmy out of them, discarding them onto the floor. Your underwear follows soon after.

Hazel stares unabashedly, pupils dilated wide as her hands are on your waist. She hoists you back up against the door, positioning you so that she's between your legs, knees hanging over her shoulders as she stands eye level with your weeping pussy.

You feel Hazel's lips on your skin, her warm breath sharply contrasting the cold grip her fingers have on your body. A string of moans pushes from your throat as you feel her kiss across your inner thighs. Her fangs pierce the soft skin, drawing blood as her tongue cleans up the mess they leave. Your fingers thread into her dark hair, tugging firmly to guide her closer to where you need her most.

She chuckles and the vibrations go straight to your throbbing clit.

"So impatient," she tuts, but concedes and follows your somatic demand.

Her tongue darts out from her lips, kitten licking the length of your slit to your clit. You sigh out, rutting your hips toward Hazel's face as she envelops her lips around your clit. She sucks sharply and your eyes nearly roll into the back of your skull. You're not going to last long and Hazel doesn't need to read your mind to know that too.

It's when she fucks you with her tongue that you that you finally cum. The dam in your gut shatters and a wave of pleasure washes over you. Your nails claw at Hazel's scalp, shoving her in place as you grind your cunt into her eager tongue. Her hold does not falter, keeping you steady until your labored breathing evens out. After a few moments, her head darts out from between your legs. Even in the darkness, the shine of spittle and slick glows on her chin.

"How was that?" It was your turn to be cocky and you relished every moment of it.

Hazel lowers you back onto the floor, allowing you to locate your discarded clothing. She wipes her chin, the flat of her tongue licking off the remnants on her palm.

"You tell me." She tosses the question back to you as you pull your underwear over your hips.

"Well," you start, stepping in and pulling up your pants. You meet Hazel's inquisitive gaze as you fasten the button and pull the zipper up. A shit-eating grin cracks across your face.

"You're still alive, right?"

#bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #lesbian #lgbtq #wlw #smut #fanfiction #fanfic

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darknessawaits28 · 4 months ago

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Shadows of a Silver Serpent 🐍〔Loki Laufeyson bounty hunter x Female reader〕

Hello my lovies!! Idk what this story is, so consider it a random week story lol!! 🤣🤣 I'll post the storyline of this story down below. Please let me know if yall want me to continue this story. I'll put a poll at the very end of the story for yall to answer! Thank you all for your love and support! Love you all!!! Stay awesome! 🥰🥰

Storyline (18+): Turns out New York City wasn't as safe as you thought it was when you moved there a few months ago. You eventually get caught up in a dangerous situation but are later saved by a bounty hunter (Loki laufeyson). Although, something about you drew him in closer. It later becomes apparent that you are marked by the Xalvakar clan (alien race) to be the next breeding slave for the clans Vythar (king in a sense). Loki's guild orders him to kill you because they didn't want that alien race to procreate any more, due to their dangerous nature here on Earth. Other guilds have other plans in mind, wanting to kidnap you as a bargaining chip. While others want you simply because you are claimed as a breeding slave, to be used sexually and for their own pleasure. It is a crazy world that you live in. Will Loki live up to the task to keep you safe? Will he give in to his orders and kill you within seconds? Or will the cocky bounty hunter fall in love with you in the coming days. 【Storyline is subject to change, not set in stone】

Warnings: For this current part, there is mention of assault (mild), cursing, fighting, daggers, potentially graphic gifs that might make people uncomfortable, etc. Nothing too graphic. 【Later parts might have more serious warnings. Keep a look out for those warnings later】

⚔️The Heart of the Hunter Pt. 1⚔️

Heavy pants escaped your lips as you entered the dark alleyway of New York City. You were being followed by something or someone inhuman. You knew it was a bad idea to move into this city after all the issues and aliens that kept appearing, but there you went, being naive as ever as you listened to your egostical aunt that kept shoving her ideologies down your throat.

"Fuck me, did I lose it?" You whispered to yourself as you looked from around the corner. Seeing nothing in sight, you breathed a sigh of relief, brushing off some dirt that had landed on your hoodie.

"You are a quick one, darling," a rough voice, laced with a thick Russian accent, spoke from behind you.

Quickly turning around, you saw a tall man, his wrists cuffed with broken chains, as if he had recently escaped some sort of prison. "Oh shit..." You breathed out in fear, quickly turning at your heels to run away.

Unfortunately, the tall man smirked and grasped you before you could escape. "Why are you leaving so soon, the fun hasn't yet begun" he chuckled darkly, dragging you further into the alleyway.

"No, no please...help!!" You tried to scream but his enormous calloused hand shut you up real quick.

"Shhh, I will be quick," he hummed menacingly against your ear, removing his hand from your mouth and slowly slipped it underneath your hoodie.

"Ah," you whimpered in fear, feeling your body shake and tremble as this man began to assault you.

"Hey, Alexander, I've been looking for you," a cunning and devious voice spoke out.

【Loki's bounty hunter outfit down below】

"Blyat....Varian Shadefan....long time..." Alexander smirked as he pulled out a pocket knife and held it against your neck. (English translation of Blyat: Fuck)

"My, I'm touched you remember my bounty hunter name and not my true name."

"Well, Loki Lafeyson doesn't seem that...scary when you say it," Alexander shrugged as he pulled you in closer.

"Why don't you let this little one go and have some fun with me?" Loki smirked wide, his fangs coming into view under the streetlight.

"Why, this one smells delicious," Alexander hummed as his rough tongue licked up your cheek.

"Ah" you whimpered in disgust and fear, trying to pull his knife away from your neck but to no avail.

"You should heed my words Alexander, you know I don't play nicely when it comes to hurting innocent people," he spoke with venom laced in his voice as he slowly pulled out his set of daggers.

"You do not scare me Lo-" Alexander gasped in pain when he felt something sharp pierce his back.

"I warned you," Loki's voice spoke from behind you two.

With quick maneuvering, you rushed out of his arms and looked forward and back, noticing the man was in front of you and behind you. "How...where...what..." was all that slipped past your lips.

Loki chuckled as he kicked Alexander, his body falling limp onto the floor and crystalizing instantly. "That's my power, darling. I can create clones of myself," he sighed, kneeling down and taking out a glass test tube. Popping off the lid, he broke off a piece of Alexander's body with the hilt of his dagger and put a few of the crystals into the tube.

"Well first of all, why the fuck was he trying to...to assault me....and why is his body crystals?!?!" You nearly shouted, clearly traumatized by the whole ordeal you just went through.

Loki chuckled sympathetically, closing up the glass test tube and then putting it away in his pack, straightening up to his original height to speak to your concern. "Darling, you don't have to worry about anything that just happened." "Let me just bring ya home," he cheekily spoke as he approached you, but stopped in his tracks when something sweet wafted into his nose.

As you moved away from him slightly, worried that this stranger was going to hurt you too, a heady, sweet scent began to drift through the air, a fragrance that felt almost magnetic. It was faint but unmistakable, like the ripe, juicy sweetness of a peach, laced with something deeper—something primal. The pheromones you released hung in the air, charged and inviting, stirring something inside him.

"Show me your neck," Loki bluntly ordered.

"What...why....no way!" You blushed slightly, clutching your chest as you slowly backed away from him.

The color of Loki's eyes shifted suddenly, flickering from a vibrant green, reminiscent of a fresh apple, to the depths of an endless, impenetrable black. It was as though a hole had opened in them, swallowing all light, leaving nothing but an eerie void. "I won't ask again."

Fearful of what this man would do next, you obediently approached him and tugged your hoodie aside, showing him your neck.

With slow movements, Loki's thumb glided across your sensitive skin, revealing a hidden bite mark that was the size of his hand. "By the gods......".

"W-What...did I get cut by this asshole?!" You worriedly spoke, hoping that it wasn't bad.

"No, something far worse than that," he sighed deeply, pulling his hand away and then grabbed your hand. "You're coming with me."

"Wait, but I don't even know you!? And besides, I got work tomorrow, so-" You went silent when he blew air at you. "That smells like...cinnamon.." You giggled drunkenly and then passed out in his arms.

"Easy there darling, I'll take care of you," he chuckled, picking you up bridal style and then heading out of the alleyway and towards his truck. Although his face showed a displeased look due to the mere fact that his easy night of hunting was just turned into a nightmare.

After placing you in his truck, he got into the driver's seat and closed the door. "James, listen, uh...you know that thing we were briefed on...about the breeding girls."

"Well hello Loki, how about a good evening to start" James chuckled through the other end of the communication line.

"Sorry, James... but my night’s gone to hell. Found one of the damn breeding slaves. Can you believe that?" Loki sighed, rubbing his forehead in disbelief.

"What!" James gasped as he spit out his coffee all over his desk. "Dammit argh...Vixen isn't going to be happy about this Loki...swing her by your hideout, and we'll send over a car for you and her."

"I don't really care for what Vixen thinks, I didn't stumble on this...it was Alexander who had grabbed her." "Must've smelled her..but alright...I'll talk more later...I need to rest."

"Okay later, safe travels and have a pleasant sleep."

"Thanks," Loki sighed as he hung up his phone and proceeded to his hideout, glancing over at your sleeping form, your sweet pheromones continuing to drive his senses crazy; his fangs already sharp and poking out of his mouth. "It had to be today of all days."

#smut #love #love story #tumblr fyp #fypシ #loki #loki x reader #mcu loki #lokius #loki laufeyson #loki series #loki odinson #tumblr polls #random polls #poll time #tom hiddleston #bounty hunter #vampire fangs #alien race

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the-kr8tor · 3 days ago

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Katy's Summer Flick Screening 🎞️

Event Request Masterlist

🎙️Hello and welcome to my movie theatre! Bored and far from the beach? You can always experience that by watching (reading) here! *The sand and sun are not included in your viewing.*

❤️ Here, have two tickets 🎟️ 🎟️ on the house 🤫

❤️ Please choose from my array of movie genres to watch! Have a hankering for romance and adventure? My cinema has them all here! So ready your overpriced snacks and sit down for a three hour movie that will end in a cliffhanger and request away!

It's my second anniversary writing here! To celebrate I've opened up my requests once again ❤ ️The event is open to everyone who wants to participate!

Drabble Requests are open from now until July 20th (as always all remaining unwritten requests will still be written even after the event ends and the unwritten ones from the last batch of reqs will still be written)

Characters I will write for: Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk, Ekko (arcane), Jason ‘Red Hood’ Todd, Aaron Davis ‘The prowler’, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Dream of the Endless.

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🎙️ Read my rules? Time to choose a movie genre! 🍿

Cheaper by the Dozen - Want some slice of life? Try this one! (parent AUs/ Domestic AU, Billie and Mona AU etc.)

Crazy Stupid Love - Have that longing you want to quench? Watch some classic romance! (romcom, ie coworker AU, boyfriend AU, TTN AU etc)

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Love and Monsters - Vampires and Ghouls? This might be the one for you! (Monster AU for Vampire AU, Fae AU, Siren AU, IPOB AU, TF AU, Mermaid AU etc.)

Return of the King - Magical swords and shiny knight armour? This one has all the fixings! (Fantasy AU/Medieval AU)

Young at Heart - Silver fox 😍 *ahem* (any older! Character)

Warm Bodies - They're eating him, and they're gonna eat me! Oh my god! (Zombie apocalypse AU)

Secret Life of Pets - One word, awww! (Three cats AU, any pet AU, Blob the cat symbiote AU)

Usual suspects - Prowler! Hobie you say? 🤭 (Villain AU, Prowler! Hobie, Black cat! R etc.)

Multiverse of madness - You know those show crossovers back then? (Crossovers, ie. Arcane and Spiderverse crossover with Ekko and Hobie)

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A/N: Thank you all so much for 2 years of writing and chatting about our blorbos! I'm forever grateful to every single one of you for reading my work! Writing has helped me immensely with my mental health and to just have people read my writing is an absolute honour and so heartwarming. You guys make me feel seen. To think that I never thought that I would still be writing now when I uploaded that very first Hobie fanfic, and now two years in and not only have I improved a lot with my writing and as a writer but I have also found amazing and talented friends through my silly works! Again, thank you very much for all the love and support for two years ❤️ To more writing, key smashes, and fangirling over our blorbos for more years to come!

Keep being kind, and stay happy and healthy!

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espace--positif · 8 months ago

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careless // a vampire!Geto x vampire hunter!Reader fic

Summary: Bounty hunting was a lucrative gig, especially when it came to creatures of the night, so you were ready to pay any price in exchange for the handsome stranger’s graciousness. Or so you thought. WC: ~3.5k Content tags: 18+, mild coercion/manipulation, vampire!Geto, vampire hunter!Reader, spicy biting and blood drinking

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A frigid wind buffeted you as you dashed through alley after alley, the small passages seemingly never-ending. You didn’t need to look back to know that you were still being chased, the scent of fresh blood oozing from your thigh acting as a beacon for the unrelenting creatures at your tail. You’d inadvertently let yourself be cornered at the outskirts of town, and with less buildings to cover you, they’d be able to close in and devour you in no time. It was now or never. Stifling heavy breaths, you dipped into a large decrepit structure, one of many which littered the Eastern road, by the cemetery. Hiding wouldn’t deter them from your scent, but at the very least, you’d have more time to formulate a plan. Or die trying.

You gripped your gun tightly as you scurried as quietly as you could through the building’s dark hallways, unsure of where you were headed. The building was clearly once lavish, with strips of tattered silks, red and purple and what was once a rich cerulean, lining the walls and carpeting the half-rotted hardwood. But you didn’t have the time or luxury to admire the decor right now. You stopped in your tracks when a door at the end of a narrow hall, seemingly untouched by decay, caught your attention. You hesitated for but a moment before the distant sound of crashing glass resonated through the halls; you’d already been found. The sharp sting in your thigh, a reminder of your carelessness and impending demise if you continued to be careless, urged you on and you dipped into the thankfully unlocked room, slamming the door behind you.

Your eyes adjusting to the moonlit dark, you blindly reached around for something to barricade the door with. But your endeavor was cut short by a low, feathery voice resounding in the darkness.

“Who’s there?”

You froze, as if your stillness would help you disappear. Before you could even think about leaving, a match crackled, and soft candlelight revealed the voice’s source. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him. Before you stood a tall man, the outline of his lean muscles visible even through the tailored shirt and waistcoat he wore. Sharp eyes scrutinized you from behind thin spectacles, a narrow eyebrow raised inquisitively. Strands of dark, long hair framed his sharp features, ever so slightly softened by the candle’s glow. His flawless skin shone in the moonlight that filtered in through the small circular window behind him. He was almost ethereal.

You stared for a bit too long before you spoke. “I’m sorry. Didn’t think there was anyone here. I’ll leave.”

Your voice came out hoarse, and you quickly turned away, eager to leave this awkward situation. He’d surely noticed you gawk at him, which made your intrusion all the more out of place.

“Wait.”

You froze for the second time tonight, hand tightly gripping the half-turned doorknob.

“No, I’m being chased,” you replied over your shoulder. “I can’t risk bringing them to you.”

His eyes slowly trailed your form, lingering on the cut on your thigh.

“Look, I’m a physician,” he sighed. “Let me take a look at that wound, so that you can stand a fighting chance out there. You’re a vampire hunter, right?”

The man was sharp, and his eyesight was clearly even sharper, what with how he’d pinpointed your injury even in the dark.

“Yes, but—”

“I’ll do it quickly. Come now.”

He beckoned you with his free hand, then began lighting more candles, setting them down on the large wooden desk that you could now see standing between the two of you. As the room slowly lit up, you considered letting him help you. Besides, there was only one point of entry in this room, so if your pursuers did manage to track you all the way here, you could easily dispatch them with a few silver bullets, and no one else would be hurt. Two birds, one stone. So you carefully nodded and approached, the tension in your shoulders slowly beginning to release.

As he busied himself gathering vials from stacked shelves and packed drawers, the man introduced himself as Geto Suguru, a physician and chemist who’d traveled here to further his research on a cure. An admirable mission, but a dangerous one. You introduced yourself as well, but not before voicing your concerns over his proximity to known vampire territory. This was no place for a physician — no matter how well versed he was on the affliction, dealing with a famished vampire at your throat was a different story.

“I know how to handle myself,” Suguru said in response to your concerns, a charming smile lighting up his face as he walked towards you, supplies in hand. “Please, sit.”

He pointed to a deep velvet chaise nestled against the wall. You acquiesced and unhooked your belt and gun holster, placing them on the floor so that your injury was unobstructed, but still close enough in case you needed to arm up quickly. He leaned down, setting one knee on the ground, then carefully ripped at the tear in your trousers, causing you to wince.

“So how did this happen?”

Suguru worked deftly, pouring a slew of concoctions onto the laceration on your thigh, each stinging more than the last, as you recounted how you’d been cornered while hunting one of the most prolific vampires in this part of the country, finding nothing but his lackeys and a nasty ambush waiting for you. One of them had gotten the jump on you, slashing at you with his sharp talons, and so you’d fled, woefully outnumbered.

“A seasoned hunter like yourself should know that it’s unwise to hunt on Hallow’s Eve.” The cold touch of his fingers brushed the skin of your thigh as he wrapped weaved cotton around it, sending goosebumps cascading across your skin.

“It’s precisely because it’s Hallow’s Eve that I’m out there,” you said as you shifted. “Some of the biggest players only show themselves on this one night. One chance, once a year. I can’t miss it.”

“And the bounties are worth it?” Suguru looked up at you, a slight glint in his amethyst eyes. “Risking your life, I mean.”

“It’s worth it if it means I can end their reigns of terror,” you replied earnestly. “Save at least one person from falling victim to these monsters. And besides, I’m careful.”

Suguru laughed, a low chuckle filled with mirth. You raised an eyebrow, wondering what was so humorous about your response, but before you could retort, he was already pulling away.

“All patched up,” he said as he stood, lightly dusting off his trousers. He offered you no more words, instead gathering the remnants of his supplies and putting them away. The ghost of his lingering touch tickled your skin still.

You stood up, mildly perplexed at the bizarre interaction but thankful for the help nonetheless.

“Thank you,” you offered absently as you scanned the oak floor for your belt. You could’ve sworn you’d dumped it right next to your seat, but it wasn’t there anymore.

You blinked, and Geto Suguru, who you swore was tidying up vials at the other end of the room mere moments ago, stood before you once more. You were once again frozen under his piercing gaze, your mind struggling to register his presence.

“You’re not going to offer me anything in repayment?”

Yes, he had quite literally appeared in front of you, and he was now standing between yourself and the door. But that was impossible. You chalked it up to your frayed nerves as you laughed nervously.

“Of course,” you replied, fishing out a small coin purse from your coat pocket. “You’ve really helped me out. Name your price.”

Bounty hunting was a lucrative gig, especially when it came to creatures of the night, so you were ready to pay any price in exchange for the handsome stranger’s graciousness.

Or so you thought.

“Hmm,” he purred, inching closer. You instinctively inched back. Something had shifted in his demeanor, his narrowed eyes and thin smile betraying something different. Something otherworldly. “No, I’ve no interest in your coin.”

Clang. Your back had slammed into the shelf at the opposite side of the room, sending vials and bottles hurtling against each other and onto the floor. He paid it no mind as his slender fingers gently grazed the side of your face, trailing down to your neck. You sucked in a sharp breath, the same primal fear that had animated you through your back alley pursuit rearing its ugly head once more. Your heart dropped, and your coin purse dropped to the floor along with it.

You’d been careless for the second time tonight. After all, he was nothing like your usual prey, whose hunger and beasthood made them predictable, animalistic, and easy to differentiate from humans. From people like you. You’d been disarmed by his calm demeanor, his ethereal beauty, his generosity… But you should have known. It all made sense now; his unexplained presence in such a dangerous area, his pristine, if not opulent, quarters, nestled deep in this decrepit mansion, the way he’d sussed out your injury in near-crepuscular dark.

Geto Suguru was a vampire. He was the very thing you hunted for a living, the very thing that had relentlessly hunted you tonight, and you knew exactly what he wanted as payment.

“No,” you answered the unspoken question between hitched breaths, hand reaching for your gun but finding nothing but empty space. Strike three.

“Calm down,” he said in a voice that was almost soothing. “If I wanted to kill you, I could’ve done it ten times over.”

“Then what the hell are you doing right now?” you spat, failing to conceal the shakiness in your voice.

“You know my kind as beastly and uncivilized,” he replied, and you felt the sharp tip of a nail scratch at the skin of your neck. It tingled all the same. “But I’m more of a transactional creature myself. I won’t drain you. I simply want… a sample. For the services I’ve rendered.”

The realization that you were painfully cornered, the pressure of his hand on your neck, and the way the candlelight illuminated his sublime face as he towered over you made it difficult to think straight, but you tried to weigh your options regardless. He was right — he’d had ample opportunity to kill you, and besides, what kind of vampire patched up their prey’s wounds before consuming them whole? The alternative was to try and go head to head with him, unarmed and injured, which would undoubtedly seal your fate.

A smug look lit up his sharp features as he patiently awaited your answer. Your heartbeat, now a raucous thundering in your chest, was pounding in your neck, and he could feel it, relish in it, you were sure. You steeled yourself and gave what you’d convinced yourself was the logical answer, ignoring the slight rush that this absurd situation had stirred within your depths. It was adrenaline and nothing more, you told yourself.

“Fine,” you said, voice shuddering. “If it means you’ll let me go, then… fine.”

Instantly, something in him shifted, and his eyes, so close to your own, lit up with something unknown. He pulled the spectacles from the bridge of his nose and tossed them behind his shoulder without a care for where they landed. If Suguru had been holding back, then your permission had been the key to the floodgates, and you quivered in trepidation of what would flow through. He let out a ragged sigh and lowered his head down to the crook of your neck, burying the impossibly soft skin of his face into you, his large hand softly gripping your shoulder. You shivered in response, the cool and soft sensation traveling down your spine and into your core. The hammering of your heart reached your ears, until it was your only companion other than the warm, uneven breaths Suguru exhaled into your neck.

The next sensation you felt was an intense sting, sharp daggers piercing through the skin of your neck with a sickening crunch. A small whimper escaped your lips, and you instinctively reached out, a desperate hand finding purchase on Suguru’s firm chest while the other clenched at the low shelves at your back for balance.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the blood rush from your head, a pulsating staccato resounding in your veins, punctuated by Suguru’s greedy gulps. The sensation was overwhelming, and light tremors shook your body in response. This was wrong.

As if he could read your mind, Suguru suddenly pulled away, and you stared in awe at the sight before you. Crimson blood, your blood, painted his face, mixing with the icy hues of moonlight that illuminated his visage as he stood, lazily wiping at the corners of his lips with the back of his hand. Strands of hair, earlier neatly parted, fell untamed and wild, almost obscuring his eyes, now dark with hunger. You’d never seen anything more terrifying, nor anything more beautiful. The room fell silent save for your breaths, ragged and shallow.

“What do you take me for?” he said suddenly, in a half-whisper.

Your racing mind failed to formulate an answer before he continued, “Do you think me cruel?”

You narrowed your eyes at Suguru’s inscrutable expression before answering earnestly.

“I don’t know.” It came out breathy and uncertain. “I don’t know.”

You normally would have taken this opportunity to make a move, to try and run, to do anything, yet you stood still, the tingling rush that traversed your body serving as a wall that seemed to block all rational thought. You were in so deep, in a hole of your own making, for all intents and purposes, that your instincts were slowly beginning to betray you, and you didn’t feel the need to claw your way out.

For if he truly was so cruel, so deserving of a silver bullet to the temple as you’d rationalized all vampires were, then why was he looking at you with… was it compassion?

Rivulets of warm blood trickled through the fingers you’d brought to your neck, a stark reminder of what Suguru’s compassion looked like.

He sighed, and it came out a low and impatient groan, as he undid the button on his sleeve and folded it up, exposing his forearm. You looked on, wide-eyed, as he sank sharp canines into his own wrist, letting a small stream of blood flow freely.

“You must really hate my kind, little hunter,” he murmured before extending his dripping wrist until it was inches away from your lips. The thin skin covering his bulging veins seemed to glow under the moonlight, and you gulped.

“Believe it or not, I don’t enjoy when my companions squirm,” he continued, a thin smile adorning his lips. He flexed his wrist outwards, beckoning you. “This will make your experience… better.”

You’d heard about something like this — in fact, there were those who regularly risked their lives for but a taste of vampire blood, which was rumored to carry within it all kinds of healing properties, curing all ailments from minor anxieties of the mind to irreparable conditions of the body. Some even claimed that drinking it was the key to immortality. For all you knew, it was a myth, as you’d never heard of anyone who’d deliberately sought out vampires to this end and who’d actually lived to tell the tale.

Your heartbeat, which you’d managed to quell just moments ago, picked back up once more as you stared at the crimson liquid. This was a terrible idea. Or was it? This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. You’d met the one vampire who wouldn’t be leaving you a drained husk at the end of your encounter, if his words were to be believed. And he was offering you something you’d never have access to otherwise.

You could be the first to live to tell the tale.

“You’ve trusted me so far,” Suguru whispered against your ear, echoing the coaxing voice in your mind. “What harm is there in going a little further?”

Your hands moved before your thoughts could catch up, an exhilarating tension animating you. You’d later blame the blood loss for your reckless abandon, but for now, you grabbed at Suguru’s exposed wrist with both hands and drank.

Oh, how you drank.

It tasted like nectar, sweet and bitter and deadly and forbidden. Your grip on his arm tightened as he made a motion to pull away, and he let you indulge for a few more seconds before breaking away more forcefully. Through the thickening haze that threatened your every sense, you could see the self-satisfaction that adorned Suguru’s face, lips stretched into a smug grin. You could only imagine the sight you’d become, a hunter gone blood-drunk on her enemy’s very own supply, but you didn’t really care, your eyes instead lingering on his lips, still glistening deep red with blood. Your blood, and now his too.

Before you knew it, you pressed your lips against his, your frantic fingers intertwining with silky strands of his hair, moving in fervent circles. His lips softly parted in response, and his hands cupped the nape of your neck just as needily as he joined you in a desperate dance. The fleeting taste of his blood on your tongue — or was it your blood on his tongue? — lit your skin on fire. It tingled and fizzled and burned until your nerve endings were transmitting nothing but a muddled mess of unexplainable, unimaginable sensations.

Without warning, Suguru pulled his lips away from yours and met your gaze, pupils dilated in feverish thirst — a thirst you’d truly understood for the first time today — then dove back into your neck, warm tongue lapping at the freely flowing liquid before his fangs sank deep within you, deeper than they had before, deeper than you thought possible. This time, it was painless, and nothing had ever felt more right. Your mind was floating in a delicious haze, and you were only distantly aware of the strong hands that roughly stroked and squeezed at your neck and waist, of the low groans that escaped Suguru’s lips when he’d stop to take a breath, of the candlelight that melded with the moonlight, both dancing across the walls like the flowing ripples of an untamed river.

It could have been minutes, or it could have been years — time had lost all meaning — before Suguru extricated himself from your neck, just as a nebulous darkness had begun to dance at the edges of your vision. Words had evidently lost all meaning too, as your hand unsteadily moved to grip at his exposed wrist once more, enticing droplets of his blood pattering onto the floor in a blur. It was all you could think about, now that he’d severed the inexorable connection between you.

An iron grip curling around your wrist stopped you in your tracks, and you were regrettably no match for Suguru’s otherworldly strength, especially not in your current state. The sight of him, your blood covering his mouth and chin and marring his pristine clothes, scarlet spreading across the white of his shirt, did nothing to quell the flames of desire within you.

“No. Too much and you’ll turn,” were the first words he spoke, and the sound of his voice seemed to jolt you back to a semblance of reality. Slowly, your mind registered the cool chill flowing in through the window, then the warm, slick trickle of blood traveling down your neck and chest, followed by the weighty exhaustion that suddenly settled in your bones. You would have crumbled to the floor if not for Suguru’s gentle hands guiding you to sit on the floor instead.

Your thoughts were still swimming, an incomprehensible mess of memories and sensations you desperately tried to cling to — it was not unlike trying to remember a dream upon waking, and finding that it is getting away from you, soon to be lost forevermore. A velvety blanket was suddenly draped around you, and you met Suguru’s gaze as he leaned down, your eyes firing away a million questions that your mouth couldn’t form into words quite yet.

“As much as I think you’d enjoy spending an eternity here with me, little hunter,” Suguru began with the same disarming smile he’d flashed at you when you’d first entered the room, sharply contrasting with the deep red blood still covering him, “I’m a man of my word. I’ve gotten what I wanted, so you’re free to go. After you’ve cleared my vile blood from your system, of course. Best to wait till dawn.”

If only he knew how right he was, for right now there was nothing more you wanted to do than to remain here, savoring one another in perpetuity. You hoped the feeling would pass before dawn, yet you clung onto the memory of every single one of Suguru’s touches, of the marks he’d carved into you, of the saccharine taste of his blood on your tongue. As you watched him nonchalantly pull layers of clothing off himself, tossing them aside like they were trash and revealing the firm outlines of his bare chest, you had half a mind to offer him another taste, but you stopped the thought from even crossing your mind. You had to, before it was too late.

After all, you’d already been careless enough for one night.

Thanks for reading! I really wrote all these words as an excuse to get myself a patented vampire Suguru Geto biting scene. I apologize and I am absolutely liable to do it again. Anyway, Happy Halloween!

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ghostfacesvalentine · 9 months ago

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HALLOWEEN DAY 14: Call me - Vampire!Hunter!JasonTodd x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Vampire!BountyHunter!Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of obsession (?) cursing, really just a makeout session

Type: Blurb

Request: “ Can you do a Jason Todd x reader where the reader doesn’t think she has a chance with Jason because “he’s a 10” and the reader has low self esteem “

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Reader has low self esteem (and awareness) with Vampire!Hunter!Jason

Notes: oh anon, of course I can. My sincerest of apologies bc this took so long. Also, anon didn’t specify the gender, I tried to make it as GN as possible but it’s leaning more towards fem! :) <3 also I drew a loooot of inspiration from the song “Call me” by blondie!

Jason knew you like nothing else, he observed you like no other. Every detail, he’d make a mental note for. Was it healthy? Maybe not, you could say he was a little bit obsessed, but he loved you.

He always wanted to make sure you were safe from any harm, no matter where he was or what it was from. There was no price too high to make sure you were in good hands.

Somehow, he always had to pay the price of life to keep you safe, but you didn’t have to know that.

Jason always checked in on you, even when you were sleeping, there was too many times where he never even told you about his visits. He could never admit it to you, instead he tried to play it cool, making it seem like everything was falling into place between you both and you were none the wiser.

After a few months of chipping away at the ice, Jason admitted to the presence of vampires, dangerous bloodthirsty creatures and what harm they were capable of.

Misunderstandings slowly started to fall into place for you, understanding why the excessive protection and frustration with your carelessness at times.

You’d be lying to everyone around you if you didn’t admit you were in love with the bounty hunter. The way he towered over you, the way his stern face would crack with a laugh when you’d say something stupid. Not to mention his gorgeous green eyes that tied everything together, only appearing to glow from time to time. He was so handsome, you often found yourself staring at him, never noticing he was staring at you back, except he did notice.

It became a habit for him to visit you, even on nights he wouldn’t call.

What you didn’t know was that Jason Todd was at your beck and call. You never noticed, but there wasn’t a time he never picked up. No matter what trouble he was entangled in, he answered you.

You dreaded those lonesome nights, but never made mention of it. There was a thick brick wall of insecurity when it came to romance with you. You weren’t the best at deciphering when someone was flirting with you or they were just being nice… or felt bad for you. Sometimes you just opted for the latter.

The thought of Jason’s eyes being entertained by another little lady made your stomach turn into itself.

You laughed at the silly idea, what the hell were you thinking? This man was a full fledged vampire hunter, there were creatures running around Gotham taking the lives of innocents and not so innocents and yet here you were worried if the guy who hunts them liked you or not.

It didn’t help that any time you thought the bar was low, it only got lower. You had a great personality, sure. You were charming, you listened, always tried your best to make others smile. You were clean, creative, thoughtful and you were the last person to judge anyone else.

Yet somehow, to add on top of the list, you were always something else, overlooked.

The only thing that made you feel better was to get out. It was October, most of the bars and clubs were at their peak. It wasn’t a full moon anyway, an hour out wouldn’t kill anyone.

You turned your radio up, trying to muffle out the noise in your head.

Greeting your vanity with a defeated smile, you brought out all your tools and gadgets. Pinning your hair up, you got started on your face, taking your time. There was no rush to meet or see anyone anyway, it was just to make yourself feel better, selfishly.

After your makeup, here came the brief fashion show to your full length mirror, whatever felt most flattering and most comfortable. Flaring your hair with your fingertips, twirling along to the music.

“Who the hell needs him?” You lied to yourself.

You never even felt the figure crouching outside your window, observing your ritual of flinging pieces of clothing out of your closet.

Faint humming to “call me” joined the music in your room as you thought carefully of your outfit of the night.

You shuffled through the different tops as you reminded yourself of the meeting. Dazed away with TV playing hellraiser as background noise, you didn’t even notice the bounty hunter crawling through your window tonight.

“You’d be a terrible lookout” he joked as he pulled himself through the frame, closing the window behind him.

“Shit!” He didn’t even give you time to react accordingly to his abrupt decision to visit you, especially being half decent.

A nervous laugh escaped your lips as you grabbed a sweater to hoist over your figure. “You could knock. Or go ahead just let yourself right in.” A hint of sarcasm came with your comment. You shook your head as you pushed out the wrinkles in your skirt, walking over to your closet again to pick out a pair of shoes.

Jason turned to take off his helmet, he set it down next to your nightstand and plopped on the corner of your bed.

“What? Is patrol duty slow tonight?” You called form the closet as you made your choice of shoes.

Jason looked down to his lap with a big grin “What? Am I not welcome anymore?”

“Stop twisting my words-“

“Hey, what’s all that? Where are you going?” He asked as he inspected your outfit. Jason seemed more worried than anything, not that you couldn’t hold your own, but maybe not against a vampire.

“What? Oh. Yeah, I was just going to see what was playing tonight. I don’t know.” You admitted as you made your way back to your vanity in search of your jewelry.

There was a moment of silence between you both. Neither of you knowing what to say to the other.

“Wanna go?” You broke the silence. Turning your body to him as you clipped your earrings on. The music simultaneously playing along with the TV.

You knew how to follow Jason’s eyes, never thinking he was staring at you in any other way other than to take note of what you were wearing, kind of like a detective thing. However, this time felt uncomfortable, you felt self conscious for the first time with him. This time aware of it.

“It doesn’t look good?” You wondered out loud, looking down at yourself then back over to the body length mirror.

“What? No. I never said that.” Jason protested.

“I’ve been having some issues with my outfits lately, I don’t know if I just need to find something new maybe?” You asked yourself more than you were asking him. Shuffling through your hangers, you were looking for more options.

“You know, you could ask me for a second opinion.” Jason offered himself, this time looking at you with his lashes in the way of his green eyes.

You scoffed unwillingly, shaking your head.

“What?” He asked playfully offended.

You were already having a particularly difficult day, you spent hours trying to pinpoint the issue, where you went wrong, what triggered it but to no avail. It was just like your mood just dropped, your motivation vanished. You were trying to distract yourself from the issue and it seemed like tonight, Jason was no help.

Jason had known you long enough to know these situations. He knew when your mind started to rattle, sometimes it seemed like before you did.

“What is it Y/N?”

You didn’t respond, only watching the reflection of the half moon on your floor.

He let you stare in silence, only for a few moments before stepping forward towards you. His broad shoulders got in the way of your trance, causing you to look up to him.

Cape draped over him lazily, a burgundy color, thick and stained with the muddy streets of Gotham. Your eyes trickled down, observing him for every detail you never tried to pull together about him. The body suit clenching his muscles in order for him to move quickly when fighting. The bat wings flared in a reflective silver as his belt buckle, all of it matching the rest of his armor. His gun holsters treaded along his belt, readily available, brimming and bullets laced with holy water.

“Why haven’t you called?” He asked bravely.

It took you a moment to understand his question. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, only to relax when you realize that you haven’t been the one to call him either. It was silly to expect Jason to be the one to constantly remind you that he was there.

“Well.. Jay, I wouldn’t be telling the truth if I didn’t tell you that I really liked you. Sometimes I feel like I get sick when you’re not around.” You avoided looking at his eyes, always avoiding them when you were telling the truth.

There was a silence that petrified only you, all while Jason was relishing in the way this was headed.

“Sick?” He was going to make the best out of this, making sure he wasn’t getting any mixed signals from you.

“Well, yeah. You know.”

“No I don’t. I’m all ears”

The sound of his armor clicked when it made contact with itself as he took a seat at the corner of your bed, his head tilted to face you, not having to look up even in his sitting position due to the size difference.

This didn’t help your situation, but he tried to make himself as small as possible to make you more confident in your ability to explain yourself.

Fuck.

“Uhm.” You choked out, confidence swirling down the drain now that all eyes were on you.

This was actually kind of embarrassing. You close your eyes to avoid the cringe you brought upon yourself.

“I can’t read minds doll.” He muttered, eyes still locked on you.

You wanted to give up, but it was obvious that Jason wasn’t going to anytime soon. He looked at you for another few moments before looking down to the floor, pressing his lips together. Instead he crossed his arms, looking towards the window, the dried up branches that have been there since fall began were still there, haunting your bedroom window.

“I really like you Jay, but you’re way out of my ballpark.” You laughed at yourself out loud when it finally slipped, better now than never. “If you’re here, it kills me, if you’re not- I don’t know. Somehow it feels worse. Is there something worse than death?” You were half joking. “Does that make sense?” You asked him, heart thumping away at your chest, hoping he couldn’t hear it nearly jump toward him.

The moment you choked out your first sentence, Jason’s eyes were on you again.

His answer came in the form of a tug. Pulling you against him, his hands almost fully wrapping around your forearm. His other hand pushing your hair back, he stared at you for a second before pressing his lips against yours.

Your body pressed against his chest plate, the cool material gave you goosebumps. His lips asked for more, kissing you again and again, secretly hoping you wouldn’t pull away. You were reciprocating, as you did his hands slithered to the small part of your back, fingertips caressing the curves of your body.

Those caresses then turning into passionate kisses, he was trying to restrain himself as much as possible when your hands traveled up to hold the back of his neck. Goosebumps formed on his body as your nails lazily trailed against his locks.

To have someone love him back the way he loved you, for the first time? Of course he was going to have such an animalistic grip on you, but you were the only one who could break from his grip. He’d let you go if you wanted to, but you didn’t want to.

Jason’s arm slithered back down to your side, then down to the side of your thigh as the other held your jaw against his face, passionate kisses then turning into opened mouth ones.

His hand found the inner side of your thigh, hooking his arm around your figure pulling your leg over the side of his abdomen. It didn’t take long for the other hand to repeat the gesture. His kisses missed your lips, targeting the corner of them, then your cheek, then down to the crevices of your neck. “You can call me anytime.” He mumbled against your flush skin, teeth grazing your veins, your body involuntarily pumped against his while you were in his grip.

“Any time, any day or night, just call me.”

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