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this is for @captainmcslashypaws’s too hot to fuck collab, and you can find the masterlist here

pairing: nobara x f! reader

warnings: questionable sex practices, no plot whatsoever, ice play, ass eating, shower sex, fisting, use of sex toys, semi-voyeurism

Summary: It’s summer and your wife won’t turn on the a/c. What else are you supposed to do?

“Nobara, please, I’m dying, spare me.”

“You’ll be fine. It’s a little bit of a heat wave.”

“No! I’m going to melt into a giant puddle of sweat. I’ll die, come on, please?”

“It’ll be cooler soon. We don’t need to turn the air conditioner on.”

You pout at your wife from your spot on the couch, trying your hardest to sway her into turning on the air for you. She holds firm though, fanning herself with some random paper and scowling at you. It’s been a long day, a long week, and Nobara is set like stone in her ways. You should know by now that there’s no reasoning with her but-

“Please, baby, Nobara, light of my life, if you don’t I might wake up dead in your arms!” She ignores your whining even harder, if that’s possible. You close your eyes, accepting your fate of dying from dehydration because you sweat more than you can hydrate when you feel a soft breeze on you. You crack one eye open to see Nobara fanning you now, a devious smile on her face.

“Maybe we should try some alternative ways to cool down?” She drops to her knees, whispering in your ear, one hand trailing over your heated skin. “I’m sure there’s something I can do to help you.”

“Well, when you put it that way…” You let your voice trail off, dragging her face down to meet yours, ignoring the way all it does it get you hotter.

“This isn’t-” You have to bite back a moan, fingers gripping the windowsill hard, “Exactly what I had in mind.”

Nobara doesn’t answer, but hums around your clit in reply, nearly dropping you to your knees. It’s only through the sheer virtue of her grip on your waist that you’re still standing. You feel like everyone can see you, with your upper half out the window, taking in the breezy air. All you had said was hey babe, lets open a window and now here you were.

“Please,” You don’t know what you’re asking for, all you know is that you want- “More!”

Nobara eats you out like a woman starved, moving back to circle her tongue around your clit, pressing into your hole, moving even further back to lick around the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks. Despite the breeze tickling over your skin that makes you sweat even more, trying to push your hips back into her face. One hand holds you up and open for her, the other using two fingers to stroke through your folds, teasing over your clit just to make you whimper for her.

Her fingers press into you the same time her tongue does, slowly working it’s way into your ass. It’s not your usual form of play but it’s something Nobara likes to indulge in on special occasions.

She says the likes the way you open for her, likes the way you squirm for her, and loves the way you sound when you moan from being full of her.

You’re so wet you think it’s probably dripping down her face, especially when her fingers brush over that sweet spot inside of you, palm connecting with your clit, making you smother your moans in your hands as you finally pull away from the window, one hand reaching around to grab at her hair and pull her face even closer to you.

You were wrong before, you think, sinking to the ground in front of the window as Nobara licks her lips with a predatory look in her eyes.

The heat won’t kill you. But Nobara might.

“It’ll make a mess.”

“I’ll put down a towel like I always do. Since you make a mess.”

“That’s different and you know it.”

“You’re the one who said you wanted to cool off?” Nobara says, tilting her head at you like it’s obvious, red hair falling down one side of her body.

“Yes, but I didn’t think that would mean you bring a whole ice tray to bed with us,” You sound less sure as you lay down on the towel she’s provided, having stripped for her when she gave you a look. You’re in the middle of the bed, Nobara straddling your waist, a gleam in her eye that would usually send someone running but it only serves to send a shiver down your spine.

“Hold this,” She instructs, popping an ice cube into her mouth before leaning down to press her lips to yours, slipping it in with her tongue. Your fingers scramble for purchase in the sheets as her cold mouth moves downwards, tongue tracing along the column of your throat. It distracts you so much you don’t see her pick up another ice cube.

You sure do feel it, though, when the tip of it circles around your nipple, causing it to pebble. You feel it when the ice cube trails in the valley of your breasts, and her nimble fingers repeat the motion on the other one. You feel it when her hands, ice cold, slide down your body.

You feel it when she pops another ice cube into her mouth, and then starts to lick at your clit, through your folds, wet and messy and dripping onto you. Her fingers start to split you open, so cold compared to the heat that’s burning inside of you. And you certainly feel it when you cum so hard you cry, when you cum so hard you almost black out, when you cum so hard the towel has to clean up two messes.

“Are you any cooler yet?” Nobara asks, looking at you lovingly between your legs, “Or should I go get another towel?”

“Shower sex is dangerous,” You try to sound serious, even when Nobara has three of her fingers pumping lazily out of you. “Even cold shower sex.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” She replies, sucking at the sensitive spot on your neck until you’re shaking and moaning in her arms, “In case you slip or something. I’ll remember it as karma.”

“Nobar-uh!” Your nails dig into her shoulder blades as you try to shift your hips towards her, away from the freezing tile wall she has you pushed up against. You know if you can angle it just right you’ll finally get to cum. She’s had you like this for what feels like forever. You’re certain the water was warm when she climbed in with you.

She has the gall to look unaffected by the cold water spraying down at her, eyes intently focused on your face, studying you intently. She slides her fourth finger into you, twisting them until you’re spreading open for her, and then she just keeps going, keeping you dangling on the edge, never letting you topple over.

“Come onnnn,” You whine, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. You’re so close it almost hurts.

“Just a little more,” She whispers, her hand pulling back. You can feel the shape of it change, like she’s curling her fingers but not the way you want and then-

“Oh shit,” The two of you hiss out. Her fist is in you, spreading you open, kuckles brushing over every sweet spot you have and then some. It’s exactly what you needed, and it’s only thanks to Nobara’s training that the two of you don’t go crashing to the ground when your legs shake and give out, coating her wrist in your release, only to be washed away.

She pulls her hand away from you slowly, helping you out of the shower and it’s not until you’re wrapped in a towel you see the way she’s eyeing you hungrliy.

“What?” She asks, trying for innocent even as she all but tackles you to the bed, “You said it was dangerous. Near death experiences make me horny.”

“I am turning the goddamn air conditioning on, Nobara, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

You sound confident, sure and steady as you look at yourself in the mirror, practicing what you’re going to say to your wife when she finally returns home. You could turn it on now, of course, but that seems immature and a little petty. It makes more sense to wait until she’s home and have a conversation. Or at least, tell her how it’s going to go down.

“You need to square your shoulders a little more if you want to seem intimating to me,” Nobara comments drily from the bed, making you all but jump out of your skin.

“How long have you been there?” You question her, head peaking out from the bathroom to glare.

“Long enough,” She smiles back. You sheepishly walk towards her, dropping to your knees in front of her, running your hands up her thighs, pushing the skirt she wears up with it.

“I could convince you?” You ask, your voice low and sultry. Nobara doesn’t even entertain the thought, pulling you off your knees by the back of your neck, kissing you deeply as she pushes you back onto the bed.

“Get naked,” She says, turning away from the bed to dig through the… special drawer on the dresser. You do ask she asks, tossing your clothes to the side as you watch her pick something out of the drawer before turning back to you. You don’t say anything as she strips as well, placing the harness and dildo on the bed before joining you.

“How much does the a/c mean to you?” She asks, trailing a hand over your side, watching as you squirm, trying not to giggle at the look on your face. “If you can take the biggest toy we have maybe I’ll consider it.”

“Put it on right now, then,” You challenge, but your voice falters a little when you look at it. The faux penis is long, thick, purple, and something you had bought after one too many glasses of wine.

“No prep?” She asks, giving your mound a sharp little slap. “You must really want it.”

“Let me show you?” Your eyes find hers, and you know she’s thinking the same thing you are. Nobara situates herself on the bed, pulling the harness on, toy and all. You sit next to her as she lays out, nibbling at your lip, trying to figure out what to do first.

“Come on, pretty girl, I don’t have all night,” She teases, but there’s nothing but love in her eyes when you look at her. You square your shoulders just like she said, before straddling her middle, spreading your legs wide so she can see just how wet you are for her. You bring two of your fingers to your lips, sucking and licking on them until they’re wet enough, using them to tease yourself open. Nobara watches with hungry eyes as your fingers trace over your clit, spreading open your folds with your other hand to push them inside of you, curling and twisting to open yourself up.

“Nobara,” You whine out, humping your fingers right in front of her face, moving ever so slightly closer as you do. You’re close enough that she should smell you, should be able to taste you, if she wants. Just the thought of cumming like this- spread open in front of her, putting on a show just for her, is enough to push you half way to the edge already but you have a goal in mind. You stop just short of your orgasm, not even pausing to grab the lube that lives on the side of your bed, just twisting around to suck the tip of the dildo into your mouth.

You can hear Nobara let out a groan as you go to work on trying to get the thing slick enough for you to sink down onto. It stretches your mouth wide, and you can only imagine what it will feel like sliding into your cunt. Your fingers work at your opening steadily, as your mouth dips lower and lower, not bothering to wipe away the spit that drips from it. You know you should probably take more time, be a little more careful, but you just can’t wait, moving your hips until you’re over the toy.

You grab the cock at the middle, rubbing your dripping folds over it before lining it up with your entrance. You start to push yourself down onto it, but even with your ministrations it’s going to be slow going. The head almost audibly pops into you, giving you a moment of relief before Nobara’s hands come up to hold your waist. At first you think it’s sweet, your loving wife holding you steady, helping you. You should know better, you think, as you look up into her eyes. She smirks at you, just slightly, before forcing you all the way down.

Your head tilts back as scream tears its way out of you. You feel like you’re being split in half, an orgasm ripping through you like lightning. It might not be so bad except Nobara is stronger than you’ll ever be, and has a mean streak a mile wide. With ease she flips your position, bringing your thighs to your chest, your ankles thrown over her shoulders.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” She sounds so sweet, even as her hips pull back to snap back into yours, fucking you through your orgasm and halfway into your next. Despite her long day at work her motions are fluid, like water as she sets a quick and brutal pace. “That’s my good girl, I knew you could take it for me.”

You stop listening to her words after your second orgasm, and lose track of the world entirely after your third. She’s thorough and ruthless, using her knowledge of your body to push you over the edge again and again like it’s nothing, swiping at your clit, tweaking at your nipples affectionately. You lose your sense of self all together at some point, begging her for relief.

That, it seems, is exactly what Nobara wanted. Just to hear you beg. She cums silently like always, holding tightly to you as a shudder runs through her. She collapses onto the bed next you you, panting. The bedding will have to be changed, some small part of your brain thinks, the part that’s still functioning. You try to roll over to look at her but fail.

“So, can I turn it on now?” You whisper out, voice hoarse from your moans.

“Oh, I turned the a/c on when I got home. I knew we would be working up a sweat.”

#nobara x reader #ice play tw #ass eating cw #shower sex cw #fisting cw #sex toys cw

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Winter Dividers

The temperature has dropped where I live so here’s some wintery themed dividers!

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Hello! This is for @terushimooo’s aquatic august collab! You can find the masterlist here!

Merman! Miche x F! Reader

Warnings: Mention of non-human genitalia, body horror, yandere themes, mentions of death, mindbreak, no sex

Summary: A mysterious man saves you, damns you, changes you. Turns out, the little mermaid isn't the most accurate of movies.

WC:2.5k

Maybe falling asleep on the floaty wasn’t the best or brightest idea of your life

Though, to be fair, you didn’t think your friends would let you drift out so far. It’s hard not to panic, looking around to see how far out you’ve gotten. You can still hear people, still see them dotted on the shore, but it looks so distant now. Fear claws it’s way up in your chest, making a home there as something brushes along your foot.

It’s a fish, you think, has to be. The thought of it being anything else is too much for you right now.

“Hi,” A man’s voice says, right next to your ear. You give a sharp scream, jerking so hard you almost fall off your float, but a strong grip on your leg and shoulder have you set to rights again. You turn to look at who scared the shit out of you, only to see the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life. Broad shoulders, sandy blonde hair, green eyes that are watching you curiously, pink lips that are- hold on, moving, shit he’s been talking this whole time you’ve been ogling.

“I’m sorry?” Eloquent as ever.

“I said do you need help getting back to shore?” Even his voice is hot, almost disturbingly so. You give a mute nod, not trusting your own voice to speak. He beams at you, adjusting his grip on your float before the two of you move forward. He cuts through the water easily, and you find yourself wondering about what sort of legs he has that it doesn’t even look like this bothers him at all. He stops just a few feet away from all the people.

You can hear your friends calling to you, see them waving their arms. You turn around to look for the man, to thank him or offer to buy him a drink, but he’s gone.

You think you see a tail disappear under the water, but that just must be a trick of the light.

You think about the man for the rest of the day, until your friends convince you the only solution in the face of a near death experience is to get completely and utterly obliterated on alcohol.

Near death it was not, but you’re not going to argue when it gets you free drinks, the consequence of your friends feeling bad they lost track of you. At a certain point you need air, waving off anybody who tries to follow you. You’re not as drunk as some of them, and they really need to start drinking some water.

It’s how you find yourself alone on the beach, toes in the sand as the water laps at them. The moon is clear and full and bright overhead. Despite the alcohol, despite your day, you still feel a sense of peace here. It’s so quiet right now, nothing like where you live back home, where there’s nothing but concrete and buildings. You let yourself lay back, the water coming up just a little bit higher, your eyes closing as you take in the moment.

“It’s dangerous to lay out on the beach alone,” You know that voice. You open your eyes to see the man from before, your savior, sitting next to you. You raise yourself up on your elbows, drinking him in. He’s not wearing a shirt, you note. He’s got muscles on top of muscles, tanned skin reflecting the drops of water that still cling to him. He’s mouth watering. You let your eyes drift further down, trying to play innocent.

“You know, I think I might be drunk,” You say, still staring at just below his waist.

“What makes you say that?” His voice sounds amused, teasing even.

“It looks like you have a tail but- that can’t be right, can it?” You dont listen for an answer, reaching over to trail your fingers along the scales there, ignoring the way his breath hitches when your warm skin makes contact to him. He’s colder than you would have thought, eyes mesmerized by the iridescent scales that cover a long tail.

“You’re right,” He agrees, though this time his voice is a little huskier now, “I think you might be drunk.”

“Oh,” You say, looking back up at his face, “Well in that case, I’ve always wanted to kiss a mermaid.” It’s all the warning he gets before you throw your arms around his neck, pulling his face to yours. He’s stiff at first but when your lips brush his, he all but melts into your touch, large hands coming to hold at your waist, shifting you until you’re straddling him.

He’s not a half bad kisser, you think, for a fish. His tongue traces the seam of your lips, and you obligingly open them without a second thought. His mouth tastes like salt, like the ocean air, like something a little less than human. Your hips move on their own, the thin fabric of your bathing suit bottom not giving you the friction you crave. Something wiggles against you, causing you to shiver. He pulls away from you, pushing you to the side.

“I should go,” He says, not looking at you. He uses his arms to push himself out into the surf, until it’s deep enough to start swimming.

“What’s your name?” You call out, laughter carrying through the air towards you.

“Miche!” You think you hear, before the tide takes him.

You write it off as too many drinks and an overactive imagination.

You vacation ends and you head back home, to a life of spreadsheets and mundane dates. First kisses that lack the spark you want. You think about that kiss on the beach a little more often than should be healthy, but hey, what else are daydreams for? You think about going back, even, but the time never quite seems to be right and then before you know it a whole year has past before your eyes.

You feel more than a little lost in your life, adrift in the current of an unsure future. The seasons change but it feels like you stay the same, like you’re simply just stuck now. You plan a vacation, returning to that beach just to get away from it all, even for a week. You don’t tell anybody that you’re going, save for your parents just to be safe. You get there it looks the same, which does something to ease the tension in your chest. Your first day is spent lounging on the sand, soaking up the sun, leaving before it gets even close to dark.

But that second day, something compels you to come back. There’s no lights down this far, nothing but the moon and stars to guide your way. You feel silly scanning the water, looking for signs of him. At least you’re alone, with nobody to see you, or hear you when you give a soft call of “Miche?” out into the darkness.

It was stupid, you think, putting aside the fact that mermaids aren’t real at all, even if he was a mermaid that doesn’t mean he’d still be here after so long. It- he- was just a product of an overactive imagination from an office worker who dreamt too much of adventure. You’ll finish out the rest of your holiday, maybe hook up with some mediocre guy and go home and- wait, what was that in the water?

There, you can see it just barely, a head bobbing along the water, towards you. God, you really hope it’s not some random stranger who went out for a weird night swim who’s been watching you have a break down this entire time. But the person grows closer to you, and then closer still and, hey, you recognize that face.

“Miche!” You squeal, running into the water, ignoring how wet your clothes get. He swims a little faster, meeting you halfway and letting you throw your arms around him. “I thought I hallucinated you!”

“Maybe you’re drowning right now,” He says, voice serious but eyes dancing with mirth. “I want to show you something.” You think you nod your head but his lips are already on yours and he drags you under the water.

It’s like there’s a bubble around you as you get pulled deeper and deeper into the water, down further where the light doesn’t penetrate as much. Down, down, down, until your feet hit the floor and you jerk away from Miche.

“What the fuck,” You say, looking up, only to see inky black water everywhere around you. “I take it this isn’t like the little mermaid.”

“I didn’t want to be disturbed,” Miche replies before pressing his lips to yours, “The transformation can be quite unpleasant."

“I’m sorry, the what?” You ask, or try to before he bites you, square on the neck, like he’s a vampire and not a man with a tail. There’s an incredible pain that surges through you, more than you’ve ever felt in your life. You push him away from you, clawing at your clothes, your skin, the water finally reaching you. It’s too much, too painful, fire ripping it’s way through your veins. Your world narrows down and down until all you can do is let the water flow inside your lungs, the world blissfully going black.

You don’t quite wake up when you hear him talking.

“I thought about you. I thought you were never going to come back. But I knew it- I knew we were soulmates from the moment I first saw you. You don’t know how happy I was to see you on the beach yesterday- and tonight? When you came looking for me? I thought I would die. I could smell you that night, did you know? I could smell how much you wanted this- wanted me-

And now, don’t you see? We can be together, forever. Just like I wanted. I practiced so much while you were gone, trying on all the humans that I could. None of them came close to you. They all resisted. They all ran screaming from me, or, well, they tried to. But you didn’t. You’re perfect for me. Do you know how long I’ve waited for someone like you?

-Centuries.”

It’s a relief when the darkness takes you again. You dream, of the open air, of the land, even of your dingy apartment back home. The dreams become your memories, your parents faces fading gently the more you try to concentrate on them. All the memories of your life start to slip through your fingers. You try to concentrate on anything you can remember- but you can’t even think of your name. Instead it’s only him, all consuming, tearing through your consciousness until nothing remains.

You open your eyes to a whole new world, Miche there by your side.

“I thought I had messed it up,” He breathes. You can’t find your voice, numbness seeping through your skin. Your hand drifts to your throat, and it’s with horror you realize he didn’t bite you- he used his teeth to make gills.

“Did you hear me? When you were asleep? I practiced so much.” He asks, hands grabbing tightly to your waist. “But you’re perfect, aren’t you?” His nails dig into your skin, leaving little crescents of pain. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” You hasten to reply, relaxing when his fingers grip you a little less tightly, “Never better.”

“I knew it!” Miche tilts his head back, giving you a look at the long line of his throat. “I knew I picked correctly!” His hands lift you up easily, like you weigh nothing, spinning you around him. HIs eyes leave your face, dipping lower to take in your skin- your clothes having been torn off you. “Look at yourself!”

You do look.

It hurts, a lot, to look, but you do. Your skin doesn’t look different, but you barely feel the water on you, the coldness of it doesn’t bother you so something has to be different even if you can’t see it. Below your waist your legs are gone- though it feels like the tail has simply been pulled over them, all the muscles that made up two legs before have merged to become one tail. It’s iridescent in the low light, soft shades of white and pink and purple. If it wasn’t attached to you, it might be beautiful.

Instead, it’s a reminder of what you’ve lost.

“What are you thinking about?” Miche asks, bringing his face close to yours, “You can tell me. We have forever together, now.” Forever. Stuck away, hidden in the ocean. What do mermaids even eat?

“My family,” You take what you think is the safest route, but Miche’s smile freezes in place, the light dimming from his eyes for a moment before-

“Okay. Tell me your mother’s name,” He suggests, the look in his eyes a little crazed, “Come on, tell me!”

“I- Her name is…” Your voice drifts off as you struggle to recall the simplest detail about one of the most important people in your life.

“If you tell me her name I’ll let you go!” He says, moving so close you can’t even look at him, “The change isn’t quite yet permanent. You can go home. Just tell me her name.”

It’s on the tip of your tongue, but you choke on it. You can’t think of your own mother’s name. It feels like your life is just a blur, only really starting a few moments ago. Like nothing before this was real. Maybe you just imagined it?

“You don’t have another life besides this,” Miche tells you. You can’t find a fault in his words. The heart has been burned out of you. “But it’s okay. I’m here. All you need is me.”

When he presses his lips to yours, they taste like the sea.

#miche x reader #body horror tw #yandere tw #death tw #mindbreak tw

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i have 1 collab due tomorrow and 2 due on the first.

oops.

#i’m browning tumblr at work instead of writing too #it’ll be fine

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Hello! This is for Bnharem’s August Collab, with the theme of fairytales/folklore. You can see the master list right here!

Pairing: forest nymph! tenya iida x f! reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Animal attack, violence, breaking and entering, smutty smut smut

WC: 2.2k

Your left shoe is missing.

This normally wouldn’t be an issue- you could just wear different shoes and come back later to find the stupid thing- but it’s raining and the shoe in question is one half of your best pair of rain boots. You know you had them yesterday, set out right by your door so you could slip in and out of them without getting the floor dirty. But there’s nothing now, only one boot looking sad and forlorn.

You heave a sigh, resigning yourself to wearing the older pair of boots you have. They’re not as nice, looking worn in rain but it’s not like you have much of a choice. Staying in because you can’t find your shoe won’t pay the bills. You lock your door, double checking and even texting your friend to make sure you did, knowing yourself to be a little scatterbrained.

It’s off to work for you, several hours on your feet dealing with the worse assholes you’ve ever met. People can’t seem to get that you have more important things on your mind than checking things like expiration dates on coupons. They just want to complain at you and is it really your fault you completely tune them out? According to your manager, yes. It’s a shit day, in a shit week, in a shit month, in a shit life, you think, heading home, ignoring your grumbling stomach to remind yourself you have food at home, reluctantly.

You open the door, get all the way to your bedroom before a thought stops you short- you opened the door but you didn’t unlock it. And you know you did, you even texted your friend and everything just to make sure this wouldn’t happen. The walls of your home appear to look in even closer now, the shadows of furniture becoming something sinister in the dim lighting. You grip your cell phone tightly in your hand as you tip toe back to the door, trying not to make any noise in case someone is in there with you. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, fear threatening to overwhelm you. You make it to the front door, exiting and slamming it shut behind you. Your chest heaves up and down, hands shaking as you pull your phone to your face, ready to call the emergency services.

A twig snaps in the distance, but it’s right in front of you. You quickly hit the flashlight on your phone on and jerk it up, just in time to see someone (or something) disappear into the trees. You think it might have been a man. You were told the woods that surrounding your home weren’t habited by anything else but the wildlife, that’s why it came so cheap. Adrenaline replaces fear, surging through your veins as you take off running, ignoring the way your toes squelch into the muddy ground.

“HEY, ASSHOLE!” You shout, voice carrying, loud and wide, “I’VE CALLED THE COPS!” You run fast, tripping once or twice but it’s hard to care about your clothes getting dirty when the person you see is just beyond your reach, always darting around a tree in front of you. You reach a small clearing and realize something else with a violent shudder, the cold air finally hitting you.

You’re suddenly very lost in the woods.

Yeah, you’re definitely lost.

The foliage is so thick overhead you can’t see anything, not one single star to help you find your way back. The adrenaline has worn off, the fear not yet returning. You can’t have gotten that far. You’re not that in shape that you could be more than a mile from your home. It might take a little bit longer to return but all you have to do is check your phone, look at the maps app and you’ll be on your way-

Your phone is dead, because of course it is. You swallow back the sob that builds in your throat, resigning to your fate. Your legs, weak and shaky, finally give out on you, as you collapse down to the ground. It sucks, you’re going to die in the woods and then whatever jerk you were chasing is going to live in your house and nobody will even know you’re missing because it’s tuesday and you don’t call your mother until sunday. By then you’ll be eaten by animals, you’re sure of it.

A twig snaps again, this time so close to you, on your right side. You wipe the sweat and tears from your eyes, slowly looking over only to see a pair of red eyes staring back at you. They’re too low to the ground to be human, too dangerous and otherworldly to be any animal you think you’ve ever seen. Whatever it is takes a step forward, it’s snout coming into the open air. Another step forward has you scrambling back, falling hard onto your wrist as you try to get away.

The head of it pops out from the foliage- it’s a wolf but nothing like you’ve ever seen. It’s so large, and it’s drooling, and it looks feral and evil, somehow. Your eyes meet its own and a shudder runs through your body- it looks like it wants to eat you alive, all in one gulp, and you’re sure it would be able to.

“N-nice doggy,” Your voice is soft, breaking slightly as you hold your hands up in front of you, trying to show that you mean no harm, “I’ll just be on my way?”

It growls at you, lowering its front legs, fully ready to pounce. There’s noises in the trees behind you as well, probably the rest of its pack, sure to devour you. You close your eyes, bracing for the impact, you feel it as the beast lunges towards you and-

“No!” That’s a man’s voice. Your eyes snap open to see a man, his skin green and brown and patterned leap out from behind you, tackling the wolf to the ground. The man is completely naked, and that more than anything shocks you into action. You’re on your feet, running away. You hear shouts, howls right behind you and it drives you forward. You’re safe, you think, when you hear someone shouting from behind you. When you turn the man is there, covered in blood, looking at you curiously.

“Are you okay?” His voice is soft, almost melodic, and it’s the last thing you hear before you pass out.

“Please don’t be dead,” Someone is talking to you, your eyes flicker open to see that you’re back in your own home now, laying in your bed. You try to sit up, only to see that the naked man is still there. He looks even weirder up close, looks like he could blend into the trees that surround your house with no problem, beautiful in his own way.

“What. The. Hell.” It’s a statement, not a question. His eyes are ridiculously blue, you notice, with his face so close to yours. “Who- what are you?”

“I am Tenya!” His voice booms around your small space, making you wince. He lowers his volume when he keeps going, “I am a nymph of the forest! I have watched you for a while!”

“You’ve… been watching me?” Your voice cracks as you sag back into the bed, before connecting the dots. “Is that why my stuff has been going missing?!” When you look at him again, he at least has the audacity to blush, or you think he does. It’s hard to tell.

“I am just so fascinated by the human world!” His voice is quiet but enthusiastic, looking at you pleadingly for you to understand. “You have such interesting things!”

“So you’re like the little mermaid. Only in the woods. And real.” It’s a lot for you to process but he did save your life, and he doesn’t seem to be lying. “I can deal with that.”

His head tilts at you curiously, “Who is the little mermaid?” That makes you burst out laughing, the tension from your day draining from you easily.

“Come on, man,” You say, standing, looking at him before averting your eyes, “Let’s find you some pants and we can watch a movie.”

“Why do I need pants?” He’s standing very close to you now, tall and broad and smelling earthy and clean. He’s making it very hard not to look at him. “Is there something wrong with my appearance?”

“Humans wear pants,” You explain, moving to dig through some drawers, looking for a pair of sweats that might fit him. ��I can teach you about human things, if you want.”

“What sort of things?” You whip around to find Tenya right behind you, hands on either side of you holding onto your dresser. The innocent look is gone from his eyes, and you swallow deeply before speaking.

“Oh, all kinds. Anything you want?” It comes out more of a question than a sentence, but it’s hard to think of anything when his face is growing steadily closer to yours.

“Anything I want?” He’s so close, too close for you to really look at, so you let your eyes fall close.

“Anything,” You breathe out. When his lips touch yours, it feels right. Feels like spring. Like a field of flowers blooms in your chest, like lightning striking through your veins.

It feels like home, like the rest of your life.

You’re not sure how you end up back in your bed, this time with Tenya on top of you.

He keeps kissing you, insistently, demandingly. His lips are so soft, his skin doesn’t feel rough against yours like you thought it would. He feels smooth to the touch, warm and alive when you shudder under him. You can feel the hard line of his cock pressed against your core, so close to where you want it, to where you need it but your stupid clothes are in the way.

“I need to- to, oh- do that again!” You want to tell him to shove off for a moment. To get some air and strip yourself down to get the show on the road but it’s hard to do anything but pull him closer when he sucks on your neck like that.

“Humans wear too many clothes,” He says, pulling away to tug at the neck of your shirt, before easily ripping it in his hands. You want to sputter but his lips seal over the swell of your breast, leaving you sore. His body covers yours, his hips grinding down into the bed as they seek friction.

“Wait- wait,” You finally come to your senses, pushing him back enough to unhook your bra, holding a hand up when he tries to latch his mouth onto a nipple. “Wait, Tenya.” Your pants follow, then your underwear. And you find yourself naked in front of a forest nymph. Definitely not how you planned for this morning to go. You would have planned for cuter underwear.

Tenya doesn’t seem to care though, his hands stroking all over your body, eyes sharp with lust. His gaze feels reverent. He settles on top of you again, and where his cock grazes your entrance it feels like the sun, burning and intense.

“We should talk, after,” You say, breath hitching as the head of his cock pops into you. “About the breaking and entering. The stealing.”

“Of course,” His voice is a breathy moan as his cock settles inside of you, hips flush against yours. “Anything you want.”

For a forest nymph who supposedly has little knowledge of the human world he fucks like a pornstar. It’s so easy to fall into rhythm with him, meeting his hips thrust for thrust. You can feel the tension growing inside you, tighter and tighter. It’s been so long since someone has fucked you like this. You reach your hand between your bodies, cumming with a shout as your fingers circle around your clit. Tenya follows soon after you, cunning deep inside of you with a low groan right in your ear. It’s hard to even stay awake after, when he holds you in his arms.

It feels like a dream as you lay there with him, exchanging your lives in quiet whispers that last until the sun comes up. It’s so easy to make a plan with him, to learn everything about him, for him to learn everything about you.

The world feels different when the sun comes up the next morning, but everything still looks the same.

You know there’s whispers around town.

The quietly crazy woman who lives in a house that’s being swallow by trees with every passing season. There’s only one line into your house now, as the first grows around it, around you. They whisper about how you live alone, how you slowly stop coming into town.

They talk about how you don’t quite seem to age anymore, how when you come into town your skin doesn’t look quite so human anymore. How your house seems to be abandoned for weeks, only for you to emerge from the trees, the shadow of a man behind you whenever anybody comes to call.

Their whispers carry through the tree, rumors on the wind but they’re easy to ignore.

After all, the trees don’t have ears.

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